#wwefanfic

[heauxvibez]

He Loves To Talk You Through It

warning: Smut (18+), shoutout to @shes2real for inspiring me because they ATE DOWN with what they wrote today. Please go check their page out!

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One thing we all love and know Roman for is his way with words. He has a passion for talking, reveling in the sound of his own voice. Yet, as much as he loved to speak, it couldn't compare to the pleasure you felt listening to him.

"Tell daddy how much you love when I fuck you like this..when I look you in the eyes while I hit that spot."

His words always caressed your ears softly, even when they were rough and demanding. Whether he was pinning you down or had his calloused hands wrapped around your throat, every word he spoke felt like a sensual embrace, leaving you breathless with each and every syllable.

"Runnin' ain't gon do nothin’ but make me wanna go deeper.."

That man always makes you feel so many things at once. He has this incredible ability to be both rough and gentle, his words so sinister yet whispered through soft, angelic lips that set your skin ablaze. Your tender, supple skin is handled by his calloused hands, which somehow manage to hold you delicately, with the same gentleness he used to handle your heart.

"Eyes on me.." he commanded with your ass firmly pressed against his pelvis, his dick deep in you almost melting and molding into your wetness as he searched for that spot.

"And don't look away, at all."

You locked eyes with him, staring into his dark eyes through the bedroom closet mirror. That warm, fuzzy feeling in your chest consumed your whole body when he did this. He knew that making you look at him while he snatched every fiber of your being from you would not only make you extremely nervous but also have you begging for mercy.

"A pretty girl like you can't be fucked without me seeing every single moan leave those pretty lips.."

Your whimpers are like music to his ears but listening to them while you were faced down, ass up was never good enough for him. He thrived off having you pinned against his body, physically feeling you fall apart against his skin while you threw your head in the air and allowed your sobs to paint the room.

"Yeah, just like that. Fuck, baby girl. I got you.."

His muscles twitched and tensed against your backside as he held you close by your throat with the hand accompanied by his sleeve. Watching that arm flex as he controlled you practically had your essence dripping down his length. His beautiful smile lines deepened as his lips curled into that sexy smirk that had you swooning each and every time. He watched your eyes divert for a quick second to look at the tattoo. Jesus, he literally had you in a chokehold.

"Look at you, so fucking weak for me right now...melting in my fucking arms,"

Your eyes never left his, just as he wanted, locked in a soul snatching gaze. He felt your body crumbling with every word he spoke, but he held you up. Each heartbeat, each breath, each moan, whimper, bound you tighter to him,

'That's it mama, keep lookin' at daddy.."

He slowly continues his thrusts, being sure to aim for your sweet spot with each movement of his hips. His right hand always finds it's way to your clit rubbing in slow, agonizing circles sliding in between your slit to dip into your wetness and back to your throbbing pearl.

"Damn. You're so in love with me aren't you baby?" he asks before allowing his tongue to trace his lips.

The air felt thin, almost suffocating. You wondered how you could still look this man in the eyes while releasing soft, desperate gasps. Yet, each sound that escaped you, made him throb in response to each breath you made. Your hands clung to his wrists, not to push him away but to anchor yourself as the pleasure pulsed through you.

"You couldn't hide it if you wanted to, you're so damn wet for me..just for me" Your juices still coated his lips from the taste of you he had earlier. He moaned as his mind gave him a quick flashback of his feasting session earlier.

That moan rumbled through your ear almost pushing you to the edge. His fingers still toyed with your clit, pulling away and turning into soft, light taps when he'd hear your breath quicken.

"Aren't you?" he questioned again, this time a bit firmer. A bit rougher.

"Yes, daddy.." you choked out before your teeth sunk into your lower lip. His touch was still steady against your throat. It felt as if every sound trying to escape you was trapped by his grasp.

"Good." his low and husky voice brushed against your ear.

"Because, I'm just as in love with you.." he breathed out, another moan escaping his lips.

You weren't sure how much more of this sweet torment you could take, but you had no choice. The night would be endlessly filled with his touch and the intoxicating words that flowed from his lips.

"Aht, look at me while you cum, sweetheart. You better not look away."

"I just need you to nut one more time baby."

"That's it my love, give me that nut. Fuck, mmm, I love this shit."

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Very very random, but hope you enjoyed it!

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[riptides-n-roses]

prey - the bloodline (18+)

⛧ pair - the bloodline (roman reigns, jimmy uso, jey uso, solo sikoa) x reader

⛧ warnings - unprotected p in v. primal play, degrading, masturbation, lots of positions, exhibitionism, cre@mpies, oral (m! and f! receiving), crying (from pleasure), obviously minors should not be interacting ♡

⛧ this is also my very first smut so please be patient with me as i didn't have any proof-reading done :(

⛧ the bloodline has been chasing you all night backstage. scared to your wits, you thought you have found somewhere safe to hide, hoping to escape. only to be caught and surrounded by the four men, hungry of whatever they wanted from you.

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Run

Run

Run

The only word circling your head. You were backstage, running as fast as you could to get away from four hungry men, chasing you like fresh meat. The Bloodline has had their eyes on you for a while now. They took notice on how you wrestled against the different female superstars. They have watched your every move. And now, they are hunting you down. But why?

You were so exhausted, barely able to catch yourself and you heard the twins call out for you.

“Mamas, there’s no need to run away!”

“Come on out, darling. You can’t resist us and you know it.”

You ignored their taunts and hid behind several crates, taking your chance to catch yourself. Panting from how much you ran, adrenaline spiked to a level you have never felt before. Noticing a small crack of light through the crates, you slowly made your way to it, peeking out to see if any members of The Bloodline were nearby. Not to your surprise, you see Jey and Solo standing nearby, talking about where they last seen you.

“I could’ve sworn she went that way.” Jey whined. “Do you know where she could be?”

Solo shrugged.

Jey sighed “Keep looking. I’m going to find the Tribal Chief and see what he says.”

That’s when your heart stopped. Roman Reigns. The Tribal Chief. The Head of The Table. He was looking for you as well. He is usually patient when it came to getting what he wanted. He was an enigma when it came to that. It would feel scary to be in front him as he was your predator. If he were to find you, who knows what could’ve happened.

It was a game of chance, where you wouldn’t know what would happen if any of them found you. You quietly let a sigh of relief, after seeing the two figures walk away in separate directions, only to realize you were still hiding. You quickly held your breathe, trying to contain yourself from panicking, planning a way to escape and leave the arena. You slowly got up and left the crates, and started walking until you felt a pair of arms swoop you up.

“Found you, sweet thing.” It was Roman. He set you up on his shoulder and carrying you away from the crates. “Did you seriously think you could escape your Tribal Chief? How adorable.” He cooed.

You felt your heart beat fast. You were caught. You didn’t know what was going to happen to you. You were trembling on his shoulders, unaware as to why he wanted you in the first place. As Roman made his way to the other 3 men while carrying you, he was smiling, finally catching what’s been driving him wild.

“Damn Ro. Looks like you found her” Jimmy chuckled. The four men then went to take you to a car, opening one of the car doors and gently placing you in a seat. You couldn’t speak or do anything. You froze in fear, afraid of what they wanted.

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You were brought to a hotel room, placed down on a bed with a blindfold covering your eyes so you couldn’t see what the Bloodline were doing. Your breath hitched feeling four hands gently exploring your body, not knowing that the twins were testing your limits – admiring how your body reacted to their fingers.

“Enjoying yourself, mamas?” Jimmy playfully asked you, feeling his hands grope your breasts. You felt your panties get damp from all the sensations you were feeling in that moment – your legs pathetically trying to close.

“Do you know why we were looking for you all night?” Jey chimed in, slowly making his way to your pants “You drive all of us mad – ever since you came here, you’ve made quite a name for yourself. The way you compete, the way you talk, hell, everything about you makes us hungry.” Your cheeks were warm to this reveal – You were too afraid to even come close to any member of The Bloodline. The way they took down every single opponent that dared to cross them, especially the Tribal Chief. You were craving for at least one member of the faction to fuck you braindead, probably never expected for something like this to happen. You lost your train of thought feeling a pair of lips going up your neck, making their way up to your ear.

“Tell us, Y/N” Jimmy whispered. “Aren’t you hungry for us too?” You gasped feeling him nibble on your ear as Jey began to take off your pants. “You don’t have to be shy.”

You were about to say something before you felt your top and bra come off, shivering from the air hitting your nipples. Jimmy hummed in approval before he started to tug them roughly.

“I…” You started to respond, taking a breath, “I am” The four men chuckle to this reveal.

“In that case, sweet thing.” You hear Roman tease. “Let us have our way with you." After those words were spoken, Roman took a seat, admiring the show as Solo stood beside him, hungrily watches how your body twitches with each gentle touch. Finally, Jey removes your pants to reveal a soaked cunt covered by a pair of panties, eagerly waiting to be used. He kept eye contact with you as he took your underwear off just waiting to see what he’ll do next.

“I think we know how this will go now, darling” Jey finally responded. “Don’t you agree, uce?” looking at his twin brother. “Oh certainly.” Jimmy added “Here, mamas spread your legs and relax.”

You spread your legs wide, allowing Jey to get a better view of your glistening cunt as he begins to hold your legs apart. “You look so delicious; I wonder what you taste like.” Jey growled. As you opened your mouth, you felt his warm tongue slide up and down your clit, not breaking eye contact watching as you melt in front of all four men while blindfolded only seeing pitch black. Jimmy began playing with your hard, sensitive nipples as he started to leave steamy kisses all over your neck. You whined from the sensations you were feeling, the steamy kisses, rough hands groping you, a warm tongue playing with your clit, sliding up and down. Roman smirked seeing you moan and whine, begging for more, feeling his bulge throb through his pants, trying his best to not pounce and do whatever he pleased to you.

“F-fuck!” You sobbed, shaking from Jey’s tongue going in and out of your pussy, your breast being played with and kisses being left all over. You felt like you were going to explode, feeling your stomach tighten from the sensations. “Please…”

“You’re going to cum, baby?” Jey teased as he stopped licking your pussy, allowing his fingers to circle your clit. “Come on, make a mess all over yourself. We want to see it.” You couldn’t take it anymore, “I-I need to- “

Before you could finish, your face was turned and you felt Jimmy kissing you roughly, muffling your moans and cries as Jey removes his fingers and plunges his tongue deep in your pussy again, Jimmy squeezing your tits hard and rough as he continues kissing you. As you finally hit your orgasm, you whined into Jimmy’s mouth, cumming all over Jey’s face, your legs trying to close. You could hear Roman chuckle as he watched you ride out your orgasm, Jimmy finally letting your mouth rest, a trail of spit following as well.

With a nod of approval from Roman, finally Jimmy took the blindfold off you – allowing you to see everything surrounding you as your clit throbbed for more attention.

“Ready for more, baby?” Jey asked you, taking his shorts off to reveal his hard cock. Your eyes widened, thinking to yourself how you’ll take it, or how it’ll fit in you. “Now now, mamas. Don’t forget about me either.” You turned your head to see Jimmy without his pants and boxers as well, your cheeks becoming warm. “Now turn over. Jey is going to fuck you while you suck me off.” You turn around to face Jimmy and position yourself on all fours. Making sure your pussy was exposed in front of Jey, you gasped feeling Jey position himself, slapping his tip onto your clit. “Easy doll.”

You cried out feeling Jey push himself into you, your clit throbbing from sensation. It was thick and a little painful, small tear forming in your eyes.

“Aww. Is Jey too much for you mamas? Here.” Jimmy teased, slapping his dick on your face before pushing it in your mouth. You began to adjust to Jey’s size, muffled moans escaping you while you began to bop your head up and down on Jimmy’s length. Jey starts to thrust slowly into you, making sure that you’re not in any pain. His thrusts began to slowly speed up, making your walls clench. Both twins groaning from how good you feel – Jimmy making you take every inch of him in your mouth, his hands grabbing your hair tight and pushing you down further, making you gag a bit. “Fuck, mamas.” Jimmy growled “Your mouth feels amazing.”

Jey chuckled giving you a hard slap across your ass, as his hips buck up with yours, “You like how I fuck your pretty cunt, baby? Do you want some more?” Your sounds were a mix of moaning and trying to grasp for air from how tightly Jimmy was using your hair as handle bars. God, you felt so full, finally getting what you craved for. Finally, being stuffed in a way you haven’t felt before. Both twins’ thrusts get harder and faster, making your stomach tighten again – slowly reaching your second orgasm of the night.

Your muffled moans were driving Roman crazy, waiting impatiently to fuck your brains out. Solo, who knows he’s next, has been watching how your body reacted to each thrust in your pussy and mouth – feeling his bulge get harder and harder with your soft cries and moans.

“Are you ready, baby? I’m going to cum soon – I’m going to fill your tight pussy with my cum.” Jey groaned, feeling his cock throb inside of you. “Me too, mamas? Are you ready for me to fill your mouth while you cum too?” Jimmy chuckled. You looked up to the eldest twin, nodding quickly with blurry eyes, feeling your stomach tighten. “Good girl”

With Jey picking up his pace, thrusting disgustingly faster, you whined feeling your stomach tighten even more, like a jack in the box.

“Get ready, doll”

You finally reached your orgasm, your muffled screams tighten your pussy as Jey thrusted one more time, - making his seed explode deep in you. Jimmy pushes your face down, his cum going to the back of your throat, growling as all three of you ride out an orgasm. Jimmy slowly pulls his cock out of your mouth, allowing your lungs air while Jey slowly pulls out of you, your pussy leaking with his cum and throbbing from the roughness. Your entire body shaking from how hard you came this time. Jimmy gently lifts your face up with his finger, giving you hot kisses all over your lips “That was amazing, mamas. You did so so well. Now it’s Solo’s turn – Be good okay?” You nodded as he gotten up, pulling his pants back up and giving you another kiss.

Jey gives you a gentle slap on the ass again, as he also gets up and puts his pants back on. “I’m so proud of you, doll.” He turns your face to meet his and gives you a sweet little kiss before he leaves with his twin out of the room.

Your breaths were hoarse, your abused throat made it hard for you to get more air. You looked and see Solo and Roman look at you with full amusement. Roman gives a gesture to Solo, allowing him to have his turn playing with you.

As Solo gotten closer to you, he gets his pants off, his dick poking through his boxers. Your brain still foggy from your previous orgasm, you look into his eyes with pure lust – You can’t wait for what he wanted to do to you.

“Ready for more, princess?” he asked, his hand reaching down to your clit, sliding his finger up and down. You whine from how sensitive your cunt was – you could already feel how wet you were getting again. “Answer me.”

“Ye…Yes.” You replied, wanting Solo to abuse your holes. He smiled and puts his tongue into yours, having a hot and steamy kiss session – Feeling his fingers play with your clit a little faster. He was amused with the way you whine and cry for his fingers to go inside your walls - still throbbing from Jey. “Good. Now lay on your back.” He chuckled removing his fingers from your sensitive hole. You were getting impatient, laying on your back against the soft pillows, spreading your legs. Solo’s eyes were full of hunger and lust for you as he removed his shorts. Your clit throbbed from the sight of his hard, thick cock – just ready for him to make you cum again. Solo positioned himself, slapping himself on your cunt, trying his best not to push himself all the way in you.

Without warning, he slowly pushes himself into you, growling from how wet you were, your whines making your walls tighten – He was incredibly thick. You felt like his cock would poke through your stomach. He gently grabs your throat, squeezing a bit as he thrusts into you, your choked cries making him go harder. “Fuck, princess. You’re taking me so well.” His praises make you look into his eyes begging for him to go faster.

“Y-You’re so big! I’ll cum too fast” You moaned, loving how rough he was thrusting into you – forgetting that Roman was next, you felt your stomach tighten scared of what he’ll do to you. As Solo pushed in and out of you, he burrowed his face onto one of your tits, roughly sucking your nipple as his grip gotten a little tighter on your neck.

“You’re gonna cum again, Princess? I know you want to.” Solo groaned, knowing he was getting close from being rough with you, lifting his face away from your tits and seeing your eyes roll back. You were trying to make sentences but your stomach kept getting tighter. This was exactly what you wanted. “I’m trying not to cum too fast. You’re so tight and needy. You’re doing so good.” He released his grip on your neck and intertwined his fingers with yours, your other hand touching his face.

“I.. I need to cum!” You sobbed, small tears forming from how rough Solo’s thrusts were – his fat cock continuously hitting your sensitive spots. “Yeah? You wanna cum? Cum with me, princess. I got you.” He teased as his thrusts get sloppy – knowing he was holding back from releasing his cum in you.

You let out a high-pitched scream, as you came all over Solo’s cock, one last thrust before his seed burst in you, your vision only seeing white. You knew exactly what was about to happen next. After riding out your orgasm, Solo pulled out of you and leaned in to kiss you deeply, his fingers playing with your hair. “Fuck, princess…You drained me. Let me fix you up.” He gently lifted you up, making sure you weren’t hurt or anything before he kissed you again. Your eyes turned to see a sexually frustrated Roman, sitting in his chair, looking directly at you. You knew he was going to be the roughest with you. Solo then got up, putting his pants, and fixing himself back up.

After he left, you slowly turned to Roman. The Samoan man cocked his head to the side, admiring how your breath hitched from how many rounds of sex. Your pussy still throbbing and leaking cum. He enjoyed seeing how your face looked, hungry for whatever he wanted to do to you. Your stomach dropped when Roman finally got up from his chair making his way toward you.

“Come here.” He motioned for you to get closer on the edge of the bed. Without hesitation, you crawled up to him, your eyes looking into his. He smiled, admiring how exhausted you looked, your hair all messy. “Look at you, still horny after two rounds. You’re a dirty slut, aren’t you?” his words with a sexual undertone. Your cheeks were warm to his degrading. His rough hands exploring your body as you shivered from his touch. You wondered what he might do to you. Noticing his large bulge on his pants, you slowly reached for it. He took noticed and chuckled. “Go ahead, babygirl.”

With his approval, you slowly pulled down his pants, revealing his huge, veiny cock. Your mouth watered from the sight in front of you. You stuck your tongue out and gave soft kitty licks to his tip, he grabbed a handful of your hair and pushed your head further down his shaft. You gagged from how big he was, your pussy throbbing for some attention. While sucking him off, your fingers made its way to your clit, making small circles around your pearl – a wave of goosebumps hitting your back. Your muffled moans and grasps for air turned him on. He was amused to how tiny you looked under him.

“That’s right, baby. Take every inch of my cock.” Roman muttered, admiring the way you kept your eyes on him while your lips were around his cock. You could feel yourself getting wetter to his words, your throat being abused over and over. His praises made you throb with impatience, just begging for him to be inside of you.

His grip tightening around your hair and pushing your head down even more, making you gag from his thick length.

You felt so unclean – rubbing circles on your clit, desperate to slip a finger in your walls, sucking every inch of him and not breaking eye contact. You wanted to please him. Your cheeks were warm as he thrusted in your mouth, his tip hitting the back of your throat. Your gags made him want to force his seed down your throat. But he had another idea. What seemed like an eternity, he ripped his cock out of your mouth.

You choked, pouting that he didn’t fill your mouth with his seed. Roman placed his grip on your throat – he loved seeing you beg for his attention, beg for him to use you the way he wanted. “Impatient, are we?” He mocked how you wanted more with a flirtatious tone. You wouldn’t dare to speak.

He chuckled and in that second, he swiftly picking you up, taking a seat on the bed, and set you down on his lap, aligning his cock to your pussy – You gasped feeling his tip slowly stuffing you, adjusting yourself before he pushed his whole length into you. “Oh fuck..” You cried, wrapping your arms around him as he stretched you out, “I know, babygirl.” His words made you clench – making you fight the urge to cum right there on the spot.

His hand placed on your hip, the other grabbing your ass cheek as he began to thrust in you, deep, slow strokes to let you adjust to his size. You tightened your arms around him, holding him tightly as waves of pleasure hit your body. His gaze on your face – he loved how your faces looked while he stuffed you of him, your mouth open with your tongue out. Your breasts jiggling from each bounce on his cock. He loved how you melted for him – how you craved for him.

“You’re so cute like this, baby. The way you melt from how I fuck you. Is that what you’ve wanted for sometime now? Come on. Tell me how bad you wanted this.” His words muffled from your chest. Your breath was shaky, moaning from how he hit your spot everytime he thrusted into you.

“So bad…” You whined. Wanting him to go faster, You could feel your orgasm coming soon.

“Good girl. For now on, you’re going to be my little toy. Only I can touch you and fuck you like this. Understood?” He ordered, tightening his grip around you and thrusting faster.

“Ye-Yes Ro-“

“Yes what, baby. Say it correctly.”

“Yes…D-Daddy..”

“Good girl.”

You throw your head back, not realizing that you signed yourself with him, to be his to use, to make others aware that you belong to him. But you didn’t care. You craved for him to use you like this, for him to hunt you down like this, to be his prey. Your stomach started to tighten as he lifted his head up and kissed your roughly – the sensations you were feeling in this moment made you not want it to stop. You wanted him to keep fucking you like this, you wanted him to make it known to everyone that you’re only his.

“You feel so good, babygirl. You’re taking me so well.”

His praises made you whimper, getting desperate to cum all over his cock. Swiftly, He laid back making his cock stuff you further.

You sobbed into the crook of his neck as his thrusts get faster and sloppier, knowing he was going to cum soon. He felt so good inside of you, you were begging for him to cum in you. You whined when you felt him deliver a harsh slap on your ass and gripping it tightly. You dug your nails into him from how rough he was with you.

“Daddy’s got you, babygirl. Fuck you feel so good.” He growled, knowing he was getting close too. You felt yourself getting closer.

“I-I need to cum! Please, daddy. I need to- “You moaned, your legs beginning to shake. “I know, babygirl.” He growled, admiring the way you were holding back.

You screamed as you came undone on him, your eyes rolling back from the sensation, Roman following behind as he held you tightly as he came, emptying his seed inside of you. His dark chocolate eyes staring into your face – his lips quick to meet with yours and leaving hot kisses all over your face.

“Holy shit…” He groaned, keeping his cock in you as you rode out your orgasm. You and Roman were breathing heavily from the intense round of sex. Your eyes never leaving his before he kissed you again.

“You’re mine now.”

[cosmicflw3rr]

cash in.

dominik mysterio x fem! reader

summary: you cash in at wrestlemania.

A/N: this is inspired by damian’s cash in, just something to put out while I work on my other things! btw pls request stuff I need to unleash my creativity 😈😈

btw in this short fic, for the inst post at the end im using pics from liv’s cash in, and a pic of bianca and montez but you can imagine yourself however you want it’s just pics i chose for the post :)

your nerves were jumbled up as you watched bayley and iyo sky fight for the title. their feud had been going on for a while now and was finally going to be resolved at the grandest stage of them all.

what they didn’t know was that tonight you’d finally cash in the money in the bank contract you'd been clutching for months. you had never found the perfect moment to make your move. yet, something in the air felt different, electric. today was the day you'd cash it in; you could just feel it.

you had to look away from the screen at the amount of close calls the match had, you moved away from the monitor sitting down on the couch in the little spot the tv crew had for the judgement day. damian, finn, jd and rhea also watched the match intently.

you held your head with your hands, sighing. your leg bouncing up and down anxiously. dominik, your boyfriend sat down next to you placing his hand on your knee to stop it from bouncing.

as soon as dom's hand touched your knee, you paused and locked eyes with him. "hermosa, talk to me," he urged, understanding the weight of the evening on your shoulders, yet not wanting you to be overwhelmed by stress.

leaning back, you let out a groan, the frustration clear in your voice. "what if it doesn’t work? what if I can't cash in the contract?" you shared your fears, the pressure mounting. "I might not get a chance like this ever again." the uncertainty of it all was eating at you.

you were convinced this was a once-in-a-lifetime shot, but dom saw things differently. he knew just how incredible you were in the ring, how you owned every match you fought and put your heart into everything you did. so to hear you think you weren’t ever going to get an opportunity like that again hurt, because he knew you would.

“listen amor.” when you wouldn't meet his gaze, he gently tilted your chin up, eyes meeting yours, and saw the worry glistening there. with a soft, reassuring smile, he whispered, "amor, don't worry. you've got this. you're one of the best wrestlers out there, and no matter what happens, there will be more chances. believe in yourself like I believe in you." his words were the comfort you didn't know you needed.

you eyes met dom’s as you nodded, understanding flickering between you. suddenly, the bell echoed, one, two, three times. your head whipped around to the screen, and there it was—bayley's victory. the members from your faction turned to you, their faces a mix of surprise and disbelief.

aithout a second thought, you grabbed your briefcase and bolted towards the gorilla, heart racing. "I'm cashing in! I'm cashing in!" you shouted at the top of your lungs. the production crew exchanged quick glances, barely able to process your words as you grabbed a referee by his shirt and charged onto the stage, adrenaline fueling your every step.

running down the ramp as your theme blared through the arena, the crowd erupted in cheers, instantly recognizing the moment unfolding. You reached the ring sliding into it with the referee on your heels. you turned thrusting the briefcase into his hands, “I’m cashing in!” you yelled.

he looked down at the briefcase his voice tinged with uncertainty, "are you sure?"

without hesitation, you shouted back, "yes, I'm cashing in, do it!" your hand came down hard on the briefcase, affirming your decision. the buzz from the crowd surged through you, adrenaline coursing wildly through your veins.

bayley staggered to her feet, unsteady. you bounced on the balls of your feet, ready, and as the bell chimed for the third time, you quickly delivered your finisher, the ripcord flatliner.

she hit the mat, motionless. yet, the roar of the crowd told you to keep going. you quickly pulled her to the ring's center, seizing her legs and cinching in a figure four lock, the cheers growing impossibly louder.

the excitement from the crowd was electric and the adrenaline in your body was hard to contain.

with the figure four perfectly locked in, bayley was trapped, dead center of the ring with no hope of grabbing the ropes. you yelled, teeth gritted, tightening the hold. then, the moment came—bayley tapped out, the bell sounding three times.

your music blared out as you released her, you scooted back, your spine meeting the ropes, shock written on your face. your hands flew to cover your eyes, tears leaving paths down your cheeks as you sobbed, the crowd's roar drowning your thoughts, the reality of the moment not quite sinking in.

wiping your tears, you turned to the referee, who held the championship title towards you. grabbing it from, you sat there dazed, just gazing at the title, a fresh wave of tears blurring in your eyes as pride swelled within you.

you got to your feet, lifting your arm, and the cheers from the crowd grew even wilder. you let out a smile, wiping away those involuntary tears. just then, at the top of the ramp, you noticed the judgement day coming out, cheering you on.

without missing a beat, you slipped out of the ring and bolted up the ramp. reaching the top, you found dominik first, waiting for you. the two of you collided into a tight embrace, him lifting and twirling you off the ground.

when your feet touched solid ground, you stepped back, locking eyes with him briefly, then sharing a tender kiss. after the kiss, you both melted into another warm hug, your arms around his neck and his on your waist.

“I’m so proud of you baby. I told you everything would work out.” he whispered, stirring fresh tears in your eyes. you nodded against his shoulder.

"I love you so much," you choked out, voice trembling, tears streaming down. breaking from the embrace, he tenderly held your face, wiping away the tears, then kissed you once more.

a smile broke through as he stepped aside, revealing the judgement day, all hyped up. In an instant, they swept you and dom up in a massive group hug.

you all erupted in cheers, bouncing around with excitement as each one expressed their pride in you, bringing a beam to your face. the group hug ended, and everyone turned towards the ring.

in a swift move, dom and damian hoisted you onto their shoulders, your hands clutching the title as you raised it high, pyro blazing in the background.

with a joyful shout, you took in the cheering crowd. after soaking in the moment, they carefully lowered you back down. you lifted your hand in triumph one last time before Dom draped his arm over your shoulder.

backstage, away from the roaring crowd, the intimacy of the moment enveloped you and dom as the judgment day trailed behind. you wrapped your arms around dom once more, this hug deeper, more personal.

tears freely flowed as the weight of your victory hit you, and dom was there, a comforting presence, rubbing your back gently. "I am so, so proud of you, amor. you've earned this and so much more," he whispered, his words a soothing balm to your overwhelmed emotions.

pulling back from the embrace, you brushed away the lingering tears, offering him a tender kiss. "thank you, babe. for everything," you murmured with heartfelt gratitude.

"this was all you," he replied, his pride in you evident.

"maybe, but your support has been my rock, the thing that's kept me pushing forward," you said, your voice laced with appreciation. his smile then met yours, and he leaned in to seal your shared moment with another kiss.

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hold up | a lemonade story

summary ⇢ mellie's hanging on by a thread. how much longer can she hang on when one question coils deep in her? is roman... cheating on her? word count ⇢ 1.4k tags ⇢ minors, do not interact. implied cheating | two ; denial “What a wicked way to treat the girl that loves you”

i don’t wanna lose my pride, but imma fuck me up a bitch.

“Melody, you’re going to drive yourself insane,” My friend Alyssa sighs. “Don’t you trust him?” 

That’s a great question. However, I’m past the point of giving a damn.  I’m literally driving myself to insanity with all of this and I’m not sure how to bring it up. How do you confront the love of your life about something like this without him immediately going on the defense?

“I don’t trust him, that’s the problem, and I don’t know how to get back to that point anymore.” 

Alyssa is my moral compass, she tries to keep me levelheaded when I feel myself slipping. She’s my best friend, but she’s a big fan of Roman and I’s relationship — Alyssa refuses to believe that he’s this person, that he can be a cheater when he’s been so caring. She sees the best in him. 

“Mellie, what has he done to make you feel this way?”

My eyes meet hers, “Don’t make me feel crazy, Aly, I’m already losin’ it here.”

“I’m not sayin’ that, I promise, I’m just tryna understand how you go to this point.” Alyssa sits up. “Just help me understand and I promise we can fuck his shit up tonight.” She offers a smile. 

While she’s the more levelheaded one of us, the thing I love the most about her is her willingness to support any and every decision I make — even if it’s the craziest shit she’s ever heard.

That’ll be helpful later. 

Somethin’ don’t feel right because it ain’t right.. Comin’ up after midnight

The house is the coldest it’s ever been in a long time. I’m pretty sure the only source of heat is coming from the anger seeping out of my pores when I hear his keys in the lock as I sit on the couch. A book sits in my lap untouched as he comes in through the door. 

“Hey, Mellie,” Roman throws my way lazily. He comes over to kiss my cheek and I can’t help but smell the perfume that radiates off his body. Chanel. At least the bitch has taste. “You up late.” 

My brain wants to cuss him out, but thankfully restraint still exists when I finally reply. “I’d say the same for you, baby, where you been at?”  

Roman glances in my direction while heading to the kitchen, “I went to the PC then had dinner with the twins.” 

“Oh, the twins are in town?” My eyes train on his back. 

There’s no way they can be in town. During a call with Trinity earlier in the day, she told me that her husband and his brother were doing house shows during the week, so, it’s impossible for them to be at dinner. Yet, he seems to think I’m the biggest idiot on planet earth. 

“Yeah, we went to that steakhouse on 85th.” Roman shuts the fridge and turns to look at me. “Then we got drinks at Tini’s and watched the game.” 

Of course, he has an answer for everything. A tinge of rage strikes me in my chest while watching how calm he is. 

“What game did you watch?” 

That stops him for a moment. 

But I continue, “I watched a couple on split screen.” 

Roman runs his hand over his beard then takes a long swig of beer. 

“Cowboys versus the Texans was good.” I bait with a small smile. 

“Yeah, that’s the one, we ain’t seen the results though.” 

Well, of course, he didn’t, maybe because those two teams didn’t have a game tonight. 

To not lose my cool, I let the conversation go. I can see him watching me from the corner of my eyes as I pretend to read my book. There’s nothing else I can say. I’ve caught him in more lies than I can count — and there’s a feeling in my gut that tells me he knows. 

Can’t you see there’s no other man above you?

Most people would judge me and I don’t blame them. Even with my suspicion, I can’t deny the love and affection I have. So, here I am under him. I can’t help it. 

“Look at me, baby,” Roman’s rough voice sharpens my attention. “you look so beautiful.” He runs his hand down my cheek. 

His eyes on me, for the first in a while, feels like how it used to be. It makes me forget all the pain that I’ve felt for so long. This is what I want back. 

My hand grips his wrist, pulling him down onto the bed, maneuvering so I’m on top. 

The gems on my acrylic nails catch some of the light from the moon. My hands are pressed against his chest, holding me steady, keeping the rhythm of our skin slapping together. I throw my head back with a moan, feeling the way he raises his hips to reach deeper into me. 

“Do you know how much I love you?” I breathe out, leaning down to kiss his neck. “I’ve never loved anyone like I love you.” 

It was the truest thing I’ve ever said. It is the truest thing I’ll ever say. 

How did it come down to this?  scrolling through your call list

His phone is empty. She’s not on here, but I know she exists. How can I keep living in the paranoia where I know the ghost exists but there’s no proof of it? I toss his phone back onto his side of the bed with a huff just as he walks out of the bathroom. 

“what’s wrong?” He takes a look at my exasperated expression.

“You know how much I love you, right?” My voice is harsher than I wanted, but it catches his attention. “And we made our vows to be loyal to one another, i’m keeping my end.” 

Roman knits his eyebrows together, “I love you, too, Mellie.” He sits at the edge of the bed. “I’ll always be here.” 

The reassurance I was hoping to feel never comes. Instead, I’m slowly feeling rage. But, I don’t respond but nod. I can’t look jealous or crazy, that’ll only drive him away or make him sneakier. If anything, I need him to slip up. That’s the only way I can make sense of this — Lord, give me a sign. 

What’s worse? Lookin’ jealous or crazy?... I’d rather be crazy. 

Sleep was the last thing on my mind. Instead, my eyes fixated on the TV screen that flickered in the darkness. Roman was sound asleep beside me and my nerves had finally calmed enough for me to wonder if I was going insane. 

I’ve found no tangible proof. Maybe, just maybe, I’m convincing myself of something that isn’t true –possibly self-sabotaging and self-destructing. If I don’t stop now, all my hair will fall out from the stress. Three months of thinking these thoughts are slowly killing me. Not that he’s noticed, but I’ve lost 25 pounds in my mission to find out the nonexistent truth. 

My eyes are slowly closing when his screen catches my attention. It’s three in the morning, who could possibly be texting him? I’ve just come to an agreement with myself and now I’m plunged back into the uncertainty. I should just turn over and fall asleep, but I just need to look at the message and I’ll be over it. 

J: are you really not coming over tonight, baby? i miss you. mellie sees you more than enough. just come over and be back before she wakes up.

My eyes scan the message over and over again. I’m not sure what else I’m looking for, but I’m hoping that at some point the message would read something different — something that doesn’t confirm all my suspicions. I cover my mouth when the tears start to fall, not wanting to wake him up and find me in this position. My chest feels heavy and my feet are a ton of bricks when I make it out of bed. 

Out in the hallway, I slide down the wall with my hands still firmly covering my mouth to swallow the sobs. This isn’t what I wanted nor was it what I needed. My brain feels scrambled with incoherent thoughts. What do I do now? Should I leave? Should I take a baseball bat to his head? Yet, the only thing I’m sure of right now is that I might throw up.

It’s difficult for me to get back up to my feet. My body shakes uncontrollably in the darkness and my breathing is shallow until I’m taking deep breaths. I turn to glance into the room, feeling my skin heat up. This feeling isn’t sadness, it isn’t hurt, or disappointment. I’m past denial – what I’m feeling is scorn and hell hath no fury like a woman scorned. 

“But still inside me coiled deep was the need to know. Are you cheating? Are you cheating on me?”

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Guess Who? | F.B.

Summary: I say cover her eyes, and she has to guess which one is fucking her. Get it right, sweet reward....get it wrong a punishment. Ooo, like edging her until she is crying or something. Idk

@plentyoffandoms shot out this idea, and I couldn't stop thinking about it.

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"Finn?" She asked the moment she heard the bedroom door creak open. Y/N found herself quite in a predicament the moment she came home. It seems her boyfriend and his demon side wanted to play a game. It was a game that involved her being tied to the bed while naked and blindfolded.

"Are you ready for our game of Guess Who, darling?" He asked. The breath in her throat hitched.

"I don't ever remember being tied up and blindfolded to play this game," she pointed out.

"Just a fun new variation of the game, love. There is nothing to fret about. Guess the correct form of myself, and you win a prize," he informed her.

The bed dipped around her legs. His knees placed between her inner thighs. A cold metal touched against her outer leg. She tried to move, yet her mobility was limited. Finn slid the tray away far enough to not touch her leg.

"And if I get it wrong?" She asked. Both forms were fans of punishment. They came up with all sorts of things to torment her.

"You won't want what happens when you get it wrong," he answered darkly. The room was tense after that. She wasn't sure if this was exactly a fun game to play on a rainy Friday evening. Maybe Scrabble was more their thing.

"Finn, I don't know -," she started and shook her head. He gripped her chin to still her.

"Just relax and pay attention to how your body feels," he assured her. "You have been with both of us now. You know the differences,"

A pair of lips connected to hers. She melted into the kiss. The heat and passion behind it were enough to light a fire in her belly. He bit her bottom lip and pulled roughly. Her lips parted, taking his tongue inside her mouth. Both forms did this, making it impossible for her to figure out who was playing with her.

Finn parted from her lips. She tried to catch her breath until she felt an ice cube on the side of her neck. Her body tensed at the sudden cold. Very carefully, he slid the ice down to different parts of her body. He drew different designs with the ice. The trail of cold water made her gasp. Neither of them had ever done this before.

Her boyfriend rubbed the ice back to her chest. He then focused on her nipple and swirled the cold ice around it. Her nipple puckered from the cold. She felt his hot breath against her skin. His tongue flicked the pebble. He was rewarded by a gasp followed by a soft moan.

"We didn't know if you would like ice play," he teased. Finn licked the water from her nipple again before moving on to sucking it. Y/N moaned and tried to move against the restraints.

He massaged both breasts while licking and sucking on her nipples. Thoughts of trying to figure out who was doing this to her didn't seem so important now. Her heightened senses made this almost impossible. Especially with whoever doing this to her pulling tricks that were never in their playback.

"Have a clue?" Finn asked.

Y/N opened her mouth to speak, yet she shook her head. This little game of theirs was going to be impossible. His lips moved south. Soft kisses and licks went down her belly and her hips.

"This isn't a fair game if you do different things than normal or if you perform the same moves on me as your counterpart," she protested.

"A demon not playing fair? My, oh, my, do tell," he chuckled. He spread her lips with his thumbs. The tip of his thumb rubbed against her sensitive nerves. His hot breath teased her more. Finn flicked his tongue on her clit. She whimpered in frustration as he went terribly slow.

"You are enjoying this, aren't you? Something tells me that even if I make the correct call, I'll be wrong," she accused. Y/N could feel him smirk against her skin.

"You made the deal with a demon, Y/N. Care to guess who it is?" He asked.

She lost herself in thought as he waited between her legs. A couple of times, she felt him nip and suck her. Y/N struggled against the binds. Her brain couldn't possibly concentrate with all these distractions.

"It's... It's the Demon," she insisted. Finn would never torture her like this. He wasn't vanilla by any means, but he wouldn't be so unfair.

"Wrong choice," he tsked. "I guess we will have to go with your punishment. I was so hoping...."

Y/N knew what he was going to say. He wanted her to be wrong. More than anything, Finn wanted to punish her. The Demon loved to see her squirm. The sound of a vibrator at full power filled the room.

"Let's get started with your punishment,"

Y/N was a mess as the night wore on. Her mask was wet from tears of frustration. Binds that held her for him no longer met any resistance. Her chest heaved up and down. Skin covered in sweat and blushing. The Demon had truly won.

"Please, Finn, I can't take anymore. I need you," she begged. Finn couldn't hide his laugh. Her silly little pleas did nothing for him when he was like this. Y/N was his prey to do with as he pleased.

"Is this you waving the white flag?" he smiled and rubbed his finger through her slick. She whined in protest. The bed shifted. His hands now held him above her head.

"You won. I need you," she begged. Her pride flew out the window. A trail of kisses placed down her body.

"We are still only getting started," he laughed. His tendrils slowly brushed against her skin. "Besides, I'm not the only one that wants to celebrate the victory,"

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the prelude. ♕

In a land far, far away, set in 1807, The White Glove Society papers — a weekly paper concerning the most recent gossip written by an anonymous author that has captured the attention of all whose eyes dare to gravitate, from carpenters and seamstresses to the highest ranking nobles adorned in the finest parsian silks— is hot off the press and have just been distributed if the whispers and pearl clutching of the townspeople are of any indication. however, it seems The White Glove has abandoned her usual victims in exchange for far bigger enemies.

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Chrysanthemums and Daisies (Roman Reigns/Jey Uso X OC)

Chapter 7: Tyranny and Takedowns

Daisy's anxious feet bounced below her as she watched Reigns v. Owens II from the backstage monitor. She was yet to align any sort of plan in her head of when to run to the ring, or what she would do once she got out there. Regardless, she was ready. She was fully prepared to stand on the front line in the way of imminent danger if it meant redeeming her man. Consequences didn't matter to her, justice always did.

Just then, Daisy glanced at the clock on the wall and realized it was 9:54, only 6 minutes left in the show before it went off the air. She had to move quick, her time was now.

She considered coming down from the gorilla as she raced through the twisting corridors, but then she thought better of it and took an alternate route. The TV monitors where the live audience would sit were tall enough to hide her 5'3 frame until she made her move, all that was left was getting into the ring without detection.

Her eyes peeped around the corner of the Tron as Roman and Kevin continued to go out. When Kevin went down in the ring and Reigns moved to the corner to set up for his Superman Punch, Daisy saw her opening. At the last second Daisy glanced at Jey; his eyes had already spotted her, with a pleading look he shook his head 'no', a final effort to save her tail before she burned it.

At breakneck speed, Daisy hopped over the barricade and raced into the ring from Roman's blindspot, mounting his crouched body from behind and digging her nails into his eyes.

Roman had never seen the young girl coming, and he bellowed in pain as the sharp edges of her fingernails scratched and clawed at his face. Luckily his eyes were closed. The extra weight on his back and his inability to see kept him on all fours as he tried to relieve himself of whatever attacker had blindsided him. The screams and curses of a female voice only slightly resonated in his ears as he continued to thrash around until finally he hooked his hand under one small arm and slung his attacker over his head.

Daisy's cat-like abilities allowed her to roll through the fall and land back on her knees facing Roman. His eyes were red and filled with tears as he stared back at her in shock; he could barely see her face through the blurriness of his vision, but all he needed to see were her eyes.

"Are you insa-?!"

Owens cut the end of Reigns' sentence short with a swift kick to the back of the head, knocking the Samoan out cold. The referee had already called the match so there was no way he was leaving with the championship, but Daisy's plan had been carried out. Without a word or a glance to either men she rolled out of the ring onto her feet. Jey waited until she was up the ramp to assist his sleeping cousin; admittedly he was smiling on the inside knowing his girl cared for him this much. Still, it was a bittersweet; Daisy might as well be a witch in Salem after the stunt she pulled today.

"...but still your WWE Champion, Roman Reigns!!"

Daisy watched from the stage as the referee handed a now stirring Roman his championship, his music filling the arena. Even in his daze, he turned his head towards the stage with a sneer on his face.

And for the first time, Daisy though about consequences.

Daisy was on the fast track looking for the nearest exit without crossing paths with anyone important. Producers and supervisors would surely have a many words to say to her, none of them kind. She was almost at the door to the women's locker too when someone roughly snatched her arm and spun her around.

"Have you lost your mind?!?"

Chrysanthemum was fuming as she glared at her sister, she'd watched her little stunt from her office and was beyond pissed. If she wasn't so scared of some backstage camera catching her she swore she'd lick Daisy square across the face. Chrysanthemum could already feel ears and eyes on her conversation so she tightened her grip on Daisy's arm and dragged her into an empty dark corridor.

"Why would you do that when I told you not to?!"

Daisy cowered a bit at her sister's rage, she hadn't thought about this exchange while she was plotting Roman's takedown. A slight oversight on her part she'll admit.

"Relax Chrysa, it's not like he lost his championship tonight, he's still got that stupid title. Besides, that twist was amazing for TV! Who doesn't like a little drama?"

Her sister's nonchalant attitude nearly pushed Chrysanthemum off the edge.

"The people who sign your goddamn paychecks won't like it Daisy! They have cause to cut you from TV altogether for that stupid shit."

Daisy's heart dropped to her feet. Her mouth quivered trying to find a response but she didn't get to, the sharp ringing of Chrysanthemum's phone silencing her before she could speak. The two looked down at her screen as she pulled it from her pocket.

Mark Carrano.

They both looked at each other in the same time, Chrysanthemum watched the color drain from her sister's face as tears began to well, and her heart broke for her.

"You have no clue what you've done."

Chrysanthemum answered on the third ring and turned to walk away from her sister.

"What am I gonna do?"

Daisy spoke quietly as she tried not to cry.

"Go home Daisy."

That was all Chrysanthemum had to offer with a sympathetic look as she turned back around and walked away.

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He Talks You Through It Again..

Warning: Smut (18+)

"I know, mama. I know.."

He murmured reassuringly, his fingers carefully drawing light, teasing circles on your sensitive clit. His touch caused soft whimpers of his name to spill from your parted, plump lips while his plump lips soothed your hot skin with wet kisses.

You nestled comfortably between his legs, your back snug against his warm, bare chest while he leaned against the headboard. With your head gently resting against his right shoulder blade, a rush of euphoric shivers cascaded through your entire body. His left hand gently settled on the curve of your left knee, and his thumb began tracing tender strokes along the surface. In the mirror attached to the dresser thoughtfully positioned in front of the bed, designed for moments like these, he couldn't resist watching the tender expressions on your face.

"That's it, baby. Keep em' open just like that.."

Your legs were spread open just like he wanted, with easy access to the sweet lips he enjoyed drinking the nectar from. Those silky, wet brown folds wrapped around his finger as he teasingly slid up and down your slit.

"You always keep this shit so wet for daddy.."

He spoke in that smooth, resonant baritone voice that always made your heart skip a beat. His lips moved with a mesmerizing precision, his well-groomed beard brushing against your skin with gentle strokes. His ears perked up at the sounds of your pretty moans he cherished deeply. The room seemed to vibrate with those moans blending harmoniously with the seductive whispers he breathed into your ear.

"Soundin' so beautiful,"

He couldn't help but let out a breathy moan himself as the warmth of your walls sucked his fingers in like a trap. Once again, you felt your pussy naturally conforming to his touch, as if every inch of your being was made to fit the shape and movement of his fingers. Your body always welcomed him effortlessly, his touch bringing a wave of relaxation that spread through you like a soothing balm. You felt safe and comfortable in his presence, and your body mirrored that by the way it responded to his embrace.

"Damn baby, you don't know what you're doin' to me.."

The way he melted into you left him feeling weak more than you could imagine. His body shivered listening to the soft gasps from you. As much as you were being pleasured, he found himself lost in his own euphoric cloud. The heat and wetness that enveloped his fingers made him let out his own gasps and moans, the sound mingling with yours. He was captivated by the sight of your pleasure, which only amplified his own. Watching you slowly lose yourself, feeling your walls pulse around him, hearing your voice fill the air. It gave him that fluttery feeling in his stomach and chest and was almost enough to bring him close to release.

"You hear that? That's that pussy beggin' for me to make it nut."

"Please," you pleaded, your voice a quivering whisper as his fingers kept grazing that perfect spot causing your breath to hitch and your body to arch involuntarily. His fingers played you like a finely tuned instrument, and the gushy sounds echoed through the room creating a wet symphony.

"Mmm, I love to hear you beg for me too.."

You could practically hear his lips curve into that devious smile before he pressed an open mouth kiss under your ear. His tongue could not help but trace a path from that spot and trace the outer shell of your ear. His dark brown eyes flickered up towards the mirror while he did so. Your lips parted slightly letting out a light gasp.

"Please what?"

The slick sound your pussy made was not as loud as the silence that hung heavily from you. How could he expect you to talk when his touch left you breathless, your mind blank from the overwhelming pleasure? He arched an eyebrow at your silence. Nothing vexed him more than feeling as though he was speaking to himself when his words were meant for you.

"Talk to me baby, I'm listenin'.."

"You k-keep hittin' my spot, I f-feel like I'm go-gonna pee…" you stammered. The stroke of his fingers made it nearly impossible to form coherent words. Your right hand instinctively reached down to grasp his and your left hand found his thigh, muscles taut and sculpted beneath your touch. You struggled to stay in control, your fingers shaking as you balance between holding on tight and giving in. It was the best you could do since running wasn't an option. You knew from his threat during your last session he would only find a way to push his fingers deeper into your soul.

"Mmm, but that's what I want, my love.."

He placed another soft kiss on your ear. His pointer finger gently cradled the bottom of your left cheek, with his pinky mirroring the action on the right. His middle and ring fingers, however, delved deeply into you. Those fingers began to curve gently, creating a subtle, teasing motion that caused heat to pool within you. After a few delicate movements, he suddenly shifted to a more vigorous rhythm, shaking his fingers up and down earning loud moans from you. His left arm encircled your torso firmly, holding you securely in place as your back arched against him once more. The strength of his grip against your soft skin grounded you making you surrender to him.

"Right here?" he questioned rhetorically, his voice a low murmur.

"Fuuuuccckkkkk.." You squirmed in his hold, unable to stay still as the pleasure overtook you. Your grip on his thigh tightened, while your grasp on his right hand became increasingly erratic, slipping and fumbling in response to the pace of his fingers.

"Ain't nowhere to go baby, I gotchu. Just let it go, let daddy have that nut.."

As if his voice wielded an irresistible command over your body, a rush of juices flowed naturally, coating his hand and dripping onto the sheets below. His fingers continued their wild, relentless movements, each stroke intensifying the sensations and sending your pleasure spiraling to new heights.

"Mmm, there you go baby. That's it.."

"Oh my fucking God,' You whimpered breathlessly, your brows furrowed in a mix of pleasure and desperation. Your gaze was locked downward, almost hypnotized by the sight of his fingers pumping in and out of you with relentless rhythm. He fucked you through your nut with no mercy.

"Fuck, look at that shit. You see that baby?"

He watched with you, his eyes tracing every contour of your flushed skin as the palm of his hand filled with your essence, droplets spilling onto the smooth, satin black sheets below. You bit down on your bottom lip and nodded, silently urging him to continue.

"Look up and look at me,"

He demanded, his voice carrying an edge that left no room for disobedience.

You closed your eyes tightly, a reflexive attempt to evade his command, and shook your head 'no' with determination. You simply couldn't bring yourself to listen; your body felt too weak, too consumed by the way he twisted and turned your insides.

His hand found its way to your jaw, its touch gentle yet firm as it lifted your chin, compelling your gaze to meet his reflected image in the mirror. Despite your reluctance, his stare drew you in, holding you hostage under his eyes.

"Daddy needs you to nut until there's nothing left, you understand?"

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I would simply pass away in his arms if he did this to me..

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dirty secret - seth rollins (18+)

⛧ pair - seth rollins (architect era) x reader

⛧ warnings: unprotected p in v, biting, hickeys, trying not to get caught, cre@mpie, consensual sex, little hint of fluff, hate sex. (Honestly idk if this contains angst but i'll go ahead and add this as a warning)

⛧ he's an absolute cutie and i feel that he should have some smut written about him too; i will say right now that this is taken place around 2015 authority era. so imagine rollins in his architect character with the championship. :)

⛧ after seth rollins costed you a win for the championship, you've started to hate his guts and he hated yours too. but what if the two of you were hiding something...

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Backstory:

You were one of the top babyfaces of WWE and heavily adored by the audience. The way you competed against female superstars always caught their attention. You were insanely talented with your move-sets and your finisher (which was a double arm grab curb stomp.) However, The Authority took notice of this, including the WWE world-heavyweight champion, Seth Rollins.

One night, you had a match against Nikki Bella for the Divas Championship. As soon as you were about to hit your iconic finisher, Rollins came out to the ring, leaving you confused and distracted, not realizing that Nikki was rolled under the ring, and her twin sister, Brie Bella, disguised as her. You shrugged and went back to your match. However, Brie quickly rolled you over for the cover.

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It was over. Nikki Bella is still the Divas Champion. After Nikki and Brie leave the ring to celebrate her victory, you sat in the ring with disbelief. But also, pure anger. You turned your attention to Rollins who was still watching you from the titantron, with a shit-eating grin on his face, proud that he prevented you from reaching a milestone you worked hard for. The audience roared with excitement as you quickly left the ring and made your way to Rollins, delivering a slap across the face. He was stunned as you left the arena.

Backstage, you were stopped by the Authority to ask you something.

“Y/N, we’ve been taking notice of you and your moves and we’ve got to say. You are talented.” Stephanie spoke, looking you up and down with a smile.

“Um…Thanks?” Your tone was full of confusion. “But, No Offense at all, why are you speaking to me about that?”

“Well Y/N…” Triple H chimed “You see, The Authority always does what’s best for business. And we’ve agreed that the newest member…should be you.”

Your eyes widened. You? A member of The Authority? You wouldn’t. You couldn’t. You’re already a loveable superstar with the audience. Why change that now for absolute power?

“I…I don’t know. I’m already happy with where I am. The WWE Universe seems to agree too. I wouldn’t give that away with all due respect. Besides, I refuse to be in the same group as Seth Rollins who’s literally ruined my opportunity tonight to be a champion.” You wanted to puke mentioning that name.

“We understand your frustration.” Stephanie replied. “But, it wasn’t our decision for him to prevent that. That’s why we’re here to bring an offer.”

“And what would that be?”

“You. In The Authority. If you join us, you can have any opportunity you could ask for. We’ll even get you your deserved rematch for the Divas Championship with any qualifications that you desire. All it takes is for you to do what’s Best. For. Business.”

Stephanie’s words seemed to give you some interest, your thoughts hypnotized with visions of you under the faction. You raised your eyebrows with excitement but also anxiety. Were you willing to give away everything you achieved just because you’ve always dreamed to be champion? Were you going to fall trap to their words? Were you…going to turn heel?

Before you could speak, an angry Seth Rollins storms in to where you and the Authority were, demanding an answer from you.

“What the actual hell, Y/N?” he yelled. “Do you not understand who you’re dealing with? I’m Seth freakin’ Rollins!”

“AND?! You think I care?” you screamed back at him. “You cost me the match I’ve busted my ass for. And for what? That should’ve been ME with the championship! And I would’ve been champion right now if it wasn’t for you ruining it you son of a bitch!”

Your words echoed all through backstage, the audience cheering, chanting your name around the arena. The Authority were shocked with your recent change in behavior. You’ve never spoken like that before and it shocked many. You and Rollins began to stare each other down, both of you delivering cold stares to each other’s faces. You shook with absolute anger while staring him down. You hated him. He hated you. But the WWE Universe seemed to grab an interest with this heated moment between you two, hoping an intergender match would come to be to settle your new feud with the heavyweight champion.

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Present:

Another episode of Monday Night Raw had arrived. Tonight, you had a match with Paige to gain momentum to have your rematch with Nikki Bella for the Divas Championship. Seth Rollins, on the other hand, had a match with Randy Orton, after he betrayed him last week during a handicap match with Roman Reigns. The question was…where were you? And where was Seth Rollins? No one knew your whereabouts neither his. Anytime there was a text or call, neither of you answered. When Monday Night Raw started, Stephanie came out to make an address to the WWE Universe.

“Ladies and Gentlemen, welcome to Monday Night Raw! Tonight, there’s going to be matches with superstars you all love and new opportunities to be brought to the table. But, there is a huge problem. Y/N and your WWE World-heavyweight champion, Seth Rollins- “the WWE Universe booed to his name, making Stephanie laugh a bit. “They’re not here! We’ve been trying to get in contact with the two superstars and nothing has been done now. However, that doesn’t mean any changes. The Authority is confident that Rollins and Y/N WILL be here tonight. We’ll do everything we can to have them perform. With that said, ENJOY THE SHOW!”

The WWE Universe, including the staff and locker rooms, were confused as to why you and Seth were missing. You never missed any day away from Raw before. So why tonight?

The truth was you and Rollins were at the arena. However, what no one knew was that you and Seth were in his locker room, leaving hot breathy kisses all over each other as you bounced on his hard cock.

“F-fuck Seth…” you moaned, your breasts jiggling with each thrust. Seth had a tight grip on your ass while the other hand was around your hip. His groans making you even wetter.

“Good girl. Take every inch of my cock like the slut you are.” He muttered, his grip on your ass getting tighter, white knuckles forming. He was enjoying how you took his length, his tip always hitting your spot with each thrust.

“Y-you know…The Authority’s not going to like this.” You whined, not wanting him to stop fucking you like this. His thrusts were deep and slow, making sure your walls will remember his shape.

“Oh, shut up. They’re not going to do anything. Besides, this will be our little dirty secret.” He replied, his face going up to one of your breasts, roughly sucking on some skin. You gasped from how he sunk his teeth into your flesh, leaving bite marks and hickeys all over your breasts – you were lucky to have ring gear that didn’t show your breasts or cleavage.

“Fuck, baby…” He groaned “Why haven’t we been doing this before?” His hands now grab your ass as he thrusts a little faster. You threw your head back, covering your screams with one hand so neither of you would get caught.

“You…You know I still hate your guts, right?” you giggled, making Rollins deliver a hard slap across your ass, earning a whine from your lips.

“I hate you too…but why do I love this so damn much?” He asked with breathy moans, “You’re still a little brat. Don’t forget that.”

“I could care less…fuck right there…You’re still an asshole”

“I know, sweetheart. Now be quiet and take this dick like a good little bitch.”

As much as you both hated to admit it, you both drove each other crazy, sexually and in a weird sort of way romantically too. But that would’ve been way too soon. Besides what would the WWE Universe think if they found out about your hidden relationship? Seth Rollins, a total heel who’s also a huge asshole. You, an adored babyface who deserves to be champion. You two could never let them find out. Not now and not anytime soon.

You lost your thought when you felt another slap on your ass from Seth, his thrusts getting sloppy. You knew he was going to cum. You hope he came inside of you, to remind you about your secret. Only he could fuck you this good and make you never want to stop things with him. You’d do crazy shit for him if you wanted to.

“Baby…I’m getting close. I’m going to cum in you.” He growled as his thrusts get faster, earning high pitched moans from your lips. He fucks you way too good.

“M-Me too…” You were shaking, desperately to cum your stomach tightening for release.

“I know baby…Remember we got to be quiet. We don’t want no one finding this out do we?”

You shut him up by pressing your lips against his – muffled moans as he came in your pussy, you following him, his arms holding your hips down tightly as he rode out his orgasm. His warm cum leaking out of you made you beg for more. You stayed on top of him, his cock still inside of your cunt as you looked into his eyes, he gave you that same cocky smile like he did that night.

“Fuck, baby…You drained me like that. I don’t know if I’ll have enough energy for my match tonight.” He laughed, leaving another slap on your ass cheek. You giggled as you wiggled your ass, your cunt throbbing from how sensitive you were.

“Same here…How are we supposed to tell everyone where we were?” You asked, your breaths were hoarse.

“We don’t. And this stays between us. Understood?”

“Whatever you say, asshat.”

You and Seth looked into each other’s eyes, with a stare down, heavy breathing coming from the both of you. As you laid your head in the crook of his neck, he played with some strands of your hair, admiring you.

“You know…I been meaning to ask you. Are you still mad at me for costing you a title match?” he mocked.

“Hmm…maybe.” You chuckled, surprised that he recognized that he was wrong for that.

“How about…I take you out for dinner and eat your cunt as an apology?” he offered “Besides, we need to get ready for our matches.”

“Hm…Sounds like a plan” You replied.

You raised your head and smiled at him before giving him another kiss

“Even though we’re supposed to hate each other, I actually like you.”

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Falling

Hazel has been in love with Shane for years but he has always been out of her reach. Unable to keep her unrequited love to herself anymore, she decides to leave the company. But when Shane gets the wrong idea, will Hazel be able to make him understand? One Shot.

It had been such a long, long day and Hazel was completely ready for it to be over. Running one hand through her hair, she sat by the computer in her office, finalising the parameters of Rebecca 'Becky Lynch' Quin's new contract. She sat back, fingers pinching her nose to release the tension that was building behind her eyes. She had a long way to go until she was finished, and a migraine was the last thing she wanted to experience.

The sharp sound of the desk phone ringing cut through the silence in the room.

"Hazel McEnroe, Talent Relations," she greeted the caller as she wedged the phone between her shoulder and ear, her attentions more focused on a section of Becky's contract. She hoped her voice sounded upbeat enough to disguise the fatigue that was beginning to creep over her.

"My office. Now!" Shane's stern voice came from the other side of the line followed by the dial tone.

Frowning, Hazel looked at the phone and then replaced it back onto the cradle, gently gnawing on her bottom lip. That wasn't a typical interaction with her boss; he was normally so calm and collected, and he wasn't as rude as that either. His tone sent alarm bells ringing through Hazel.

Rising from her seat, she gently smoothed down the hem of her cream lace summer dress. Throwing on the fitted black blazer than hung across the back of her chair, Hazel saved her work and then popped the computer onto standby, heading out of her office and in the direction of Shane's.

Normally, she and Shane didn't travel but they were amid contract renewals and so they took the road for a few weeks each year to make negotiations with the talent run smoother. Having been in this arena a few times, Shane always picked the same room as his makeshift office. Hazel walked the familiar path through the winding corridors in search of it. She knocked once on the door after reaching the room and she heard his curt "Come in," from her side of the door.

His office was decorated rather neutral; cream walls and a dark grey carpet that at some point in time had had a rather thick pile but was now threadbare. The walls were bare except for a couple of old movie posters that had been framed and hung before the show rolled into town.

"You wanted to see me?" Hazel asked as she closed the door behind her, turning to face Shane, raising one eyebrow when she saw the pinched expression on his face. He was perched on the edge of his desk, arms crossed over his chest, legs crossed at the ankles. He wore a light blue shirt, open at the collar, some dark jeans and a pair of his favourite Nike sneakers in blue and white.

"Cathy Corino called," Shane said. "She asked when your last day with WWE was. Is there something you want to tell me?" he asked.

Hazel let out a sigh and reached down to fiddle with the large wood effect cuff bracelet she wore on her wrist.

She had put out feelers a few weeks ago to several other companies and when nothing had come of it, she had put it to the back of her mind and gotten on with her current job. She certainly hadn't expected Shane to call her in here and demand answers from her.

"I- "

Hazel opened her mouth to speak but Shane got there first, effectively cutting off anything she had to say.

"I didn't know that you weren't happy here," he cut her off with a clear hint of sadness in his voice. "And, if I'm being honest, I'm kind of hurt," he pushed himself to his feet and Hazel gulped at the new height difference between them. "I thought that we'd known each other long enough to be able to talk to one another, that if you had a problem that you could speak to me about it."

"I can talk to you -" Hazel tried.

"Evidently not," Shane laughed without humour. He let out a breath and shook his head at the brunette

Shane scratched the side of his head using his index finger.

Wracking her mind, Hazel tried to find something that she could say to him, something that would logically explain why she was considering leaving her dream job. But there wasn't anything she could say except the truth, and that was not a card she was willing to play.

"Look, Shane," Hazel started, reaching up to rub the back of her neck with one hand. Her hair was secured in a French twist and several strands had come loose at the back, sticking to the clammy skin of her neck. "I should have approached you about this, it's not something that I wanted you to be blindsided by. But it's also not something that I thought would amount to anything. I just put out a couple of feelers," she explained.

Shane pushed his tongue around in his mouth. "Any particular reason why you thought to put feelers out? Has something happened?"

Hazel swallowed nervously, now cupping her neck with her palm. "I just…I just think that it's time for a bit of a change," she shrugged, hoping her non-committal tone would cover what she was desperately trying not to say.

Shane swallowed thickly, his mouth becoming dry suddenly. He was completely lost for words. He could tell that something was niggling under the surface and that Hazel wasn't telling him the truth. But he couldn't exactly force her to talk to him. He thought of Hazel as his protegee; someone who he had coordinated with and coached through the business, and he had never thought he would see the day when she would leave him.

"I guess that there's nothing I can do to change your mind?" he asked the only question that he could think of.

Hazel met his eyes once more and she felt her stomach fluttering.

"No. I've made up my mind, Shane. I will stay on until you find someone to replace me, though."

Shane walked around to the other side of his desk and braced his hands upon it.

"Honestly, I'm not sure I'll find someone that could ever replace you, Hazel," he told her. "I'll make sure Cathy gets your reference."

Raking her teeth over her bottom lip, Hazel tried to force her emotions back down. Shane wasn't the type of guy who liked overwhelming displays of emotion. He liked to keep things business at work and any personal thoughts of feelings remained separate from the WWE.

"I'll have my notice on your desk by the end of night."

Taking a sip of her second gin of the night from her glass, Hazel sighed and sat back in the large booth she had claimed as her own. The hotel bar was currently quiet; only herself in the booth and a few people at the bar. Leaning her head back, she let out a deep sated sigh, closing her eyes and relishing in the small buzz that the gin was already affording her. Reaching up, she ran a hand through her now loose brown hair, massaging her root ache away.

A hand grazed her shoulder and she jumped, opening her eyes to see Jeff Hardy standing over her. She smiled at him, holding her palm out, inviting him to sit down.

"Hey," she said, reaching for her glass once more. "How are you?"

"Not bad, how are you, darlin'?" he replied, taking a seat at the opposite side of the booth from Hazel. He had freshly showered after the show and his damp multicoloured hair was pulled back into a bun at the nape of his neck. He now wore a pair of jeans and a hoodie and the air around Hazel was tinted with the scent of peppermint. She inhaled deeply, enjoying the fresh smell.

"I've had better days," she shrugged, her index finger tracing a line around the outer rim of her glass.

"So, I hear you're leaving us, eh?" he asked in his quiet southern drawl, a grin forming on his lips.

"Ha!" Hazel laughed, her eyes crinkling with mirth. She rolled her eyes, reaching for her glass and downing the rest of the gin before plucking one of the raspberries out of the glass and popping it in her mouth. She chewed thoughtfully before responding. "News travels fast around here. Why am I not surprised?" she added rhetorically. "I literally put my notice on Shane's desk, like, an hour ago," she protested, wondering how everyone managed to find out each other's business.

"Why? I thought you were happy here," Jeff asked, folding his arms across his chest as he sat back in the booth.

"I am happy," Hazel sighed sadly.

"So why are you leaving?" Jeff sat forward, his tattooed hand covering hers. "You don't belong at Shimmer, Hazel, you belong here. With us. You know if you just told him, none of this would matter."

"Absolutely not," Hazel shook her head. "What?" she asked when Jeff raised his eyebrows at her. "Tell him I'm hot for the boss? I'm such a walking fucking cliché! C'mon, Jeff," she shook her head. Hazel leaned forwards, bracing her chin on the palm of the hand that Jeff wasn't holding.

"So, you'd rather walk away from your dream job, your friends, your family?!" Jeff insisted. "For what?"

"To spare myself and Shane of the embarrassment," she laughed. "It's just a stupid crush and I know that once I'm away from the company that it will disappear," she said adamantly.

"You've been in love with Shane for years, Hazel. You can't fool me."

Hazel made a noise in the back of her throat.

"I've made up my mind. I appreciate everything that you're trying to do but there's nothing you can say that will change my mind," she replied, pushing herself up from the table. "You've been a good friend to me, Jeff," she moved closer to him. "Don't lose touch when I'm not here."

Jeff stood up. He was a head and shoulders above Hazel despite her being in heels. His arms wrapped securely around her and Hazel pressed her chin onto his shoulder, her hands cradling the back of his head.

"I'm gonna miss you, darlin'" Jeff told her, pulling back to press his lips to her cheek.

"Me too," Hazel sniffed, pulling away from him before she cried. "But I'm not leaving for a bit so we'll say a proper goodbye whenever that might be. For now," Hazel said, pressing her hands to Jeff's hoodie covered arms, "I am going to bed. It's been a long, long day," she sighed with a smile. Stepping back, she picked up her bag and headed for the exit of the bar.

Hazel was the only occupant of the elevator on the way up to the 12th floor. She grimaced at the tinny sounding music that was playing inside the box and breathed a sigh of relief when she got out at her floor. As she paced down the corridor, Hazel was surprised to see that she wasn't the only occupant on her floor.

"Shane," she greeted him with a tired, wary smile. "You're pacing. Is something wrong? What's happened?" she asked, worried at the look on his face when he stopped pacing and turned to face her.

"We need to talk," he replied.

"Shane, it's been a really long day. Can we talk tomorrow?"

All Hazel could picture was her bed and how blissful it would be to close her eyes. She wanted to be anywhere but in that corridor with Shane at that moment.

"Nope. Now," he motioned to her door. "I-I have something to say and I need to get it off my chest."

"O-Okay," Hazel stuttered, reaching out to unlock the door with her key card. She felt apprehensive now, worried about what Shane wanted to tell her. When she'd last laid eyes on him, she'd placed her notice on his desk. He'd been on a corporate call, and when she knocked on his door, he'd simply motioned for her to place it down and leave. Now, here he was, pacing in front of her hotel room, looking like he had the weight of the world on his shoulders.

Going inside, the brunette turned on all the lights and just as she was heading to open the balcony door to air the room, Shane spoke.

"Is Hardy the reason you're leaving?" he blurted out. "Do you love him?"

Hazel spun around. "What?" she asked, incredulously. "Why would you even-"

"I saw you. I saw the two of you in the bar," he was pacing again. "The way he was touching you and I saw you kiss him."

"On the fucking cheek!" Hazel snapped, through with listening to him. "And just what the bloody hell were you doing watching us?"

Shane stopped pacing, turning to look at Hazel. He narrowed his eyes slightly at the tone she had used with him. The air was thick with the tension crackling between them. This was a new dynamic for both.

"I was passing by the bar. I just saw-"

"You saw nothing! You saw two friends saying goodbye to each other after working together for a long time. And you thought that was enough to come up here and-"

"Do you love him or not, Hazel?!" Shane interrupted her, his tone furious.

"Are you fucking serious?! You come up here, pacing in front of my door like a bear with a sore head, accusing me of being in love with Jeff Hardy? He's fucking married, Shane! Is that the kind of person you think I am? You think I just break up marriages? I thought you knew me! I thought what we had went beyond you being my boss! I thought we were friends!" Hazel spat.

Opening his mouth, Shane tried to respond but Hazel got here first.

"I can't believe you are this fucking dense either. For someone who is so high up in this multi-billion-dollar business, you really can't see what's going on right in front of your eyes, can you?" she demanded, watching as he frowned his confusion. "It's you! I love you, Shane!" she finally confessed. "I love you so fucking much that I can't bear to work for you anymore because it hurts seeing you every day knowing that I will never have you," she cried, pushing past him, walking to the door. Hazel grabbed the door handle and opened it, turning back to Shane. "I am leaving my friends, leaving a place I love to work, giving up my dream job because I'm such a damn cliché – I fell for my boss. Everything was fine when you were married, I handled it, because despite what you apparently think of me, I'm not the type of person who breaks up a marriage. So, if you're through insulting me and ruining what is left of our friendship, I would appreciate it if you got the hell out of my room!" she continued, using her free hand to point to the corridor."

Shane was rooted to the spot, shocked by the outburst from one of his closest work colleagues and friends. He was struggling to process everything she had said to him, his head was spinning. He walked towards Hazel, his eyes roving over, her shoulders taught, her face frowning with anger. He stopped in front of her. Meeting his eye, Hazel shivered when Shane ran the rough pad of his thumb along her bottom lip.

"Say it again," he rasped.

"What? Get out!" Hazel tried, her lips moving against his thumb. Shane tugged at her bottom lip, a growl rumbling in the back of his throat. This was a new sound from him, something she had imagined so many times but had never heard. Knowing what he wanted to hear, Hazel flushed and pulled her shoulders back. "Shane, I lo-"

The words hadn't even left her mouth before his lips met hers in a hard, bruising, teeth-gnashing kiss. The breath was knocked from Hazel's body and her back met the wall, the door slamming closed she let go of the handle to loop her arms around Shane's waist, her fingers gripping his shirt at the back. She kissed him back, their tongues fighting for dominance which Shane easily won. His fingers were threaded through her hair and he used this to his advantage, enabling him to turn her head any which way he pleased.

Hazel's head was swimming; from the gin, from her anger at Shane and from his kisses. He broke away from her mouth, trailing open mouthed kisses down her throat, where he bit down gently on her pulse point. Hazel's breath hitched and her hands moved to work the buttons on his shirt, unlooping each one as Shane focused on her neck. He pulled her away from the wall and slid her jacket down her arms, dropping it to the floor. He brought his mouth back to hers, capturing her lips in another hard kiss and Hazel felt his fingers working at the belt around the waist of her dress. It clunked as it fell to the floor and Shane began to guide her backwards towards the bed.

Hazel pushed his now open shirt from his shoulders, letting it drop somewhere on the floor. Her hands ran up his bare chest, nails gently scraping through the light chest hair she found. Breaking away from Shane, she turned around, glancing over her shoulder at him.

"Unzip me," she husked, her voice thick. Taking a step closer, Shane gripped the zip and tugged it down, peeling the cream fabric back to reveal a silky black bra and matching lacy briefs, cut high around each toned ass cheek. The dress dropped to the floor and Hazel stepped out of it, kicking it off to the side. Shane's chest met her back and Hazel ground her hips back against him, feeling him hard against her back. Her mouth opened and she panted as Shane attached his mouth to the side of her neck once more. He wrapped one arm around her waist, holding her tightly against him, whilst his other hand slipped down to her core, his fingers grazing her through the lace of her underwear.

"Fuck, Shane!" she cried.

"You make the sweetest sounds," Shane whispered, tugging on her ear lobe with his teeth. Hazel keened, bucking her hips against his hand.

Suddenly, Hazel was spun around and Shane lifted her, her legs hooking around his waist. She giggled as he dropped her on the bed and she bounced with the force. Looking up at him as he stood over her in just his jeans, his pupils blown with lust, Hazel didn't think she'd ever been more turned on in her life. She bit her bottom lip as she sat up, unhooking her bra and sliding it off. Shane let out an involuntary groan as her breasts were revealed to him, nipples pulled taut by the cool air in the room. She dropped the bra at his feet before her hand reached out to palm him through his jeans. Shane took a breath through his nose, his head tipping back as Hazel unzipped his jeans and tugged them down, his cock bouncing free. He toed off his shoes, socks and his jeans as Hazel began to stroke him with her hand. Leaning forward, she teasingly ran her tongue up the entire underside, smiling when Shane groaned from above.

"You're everything I imagined...and more," she grinned, enjoying the effect she was having on him.

"You imagined this?" Shane asked, reaching out a hand to push Hazel's bangs back so that he could see her face.

"Every damn day," she confessed before tipping her head, opening her mouth to suck his length in. Shane's hips jerked forward and his fingers slid into her hair. He was gripping the strands tightly and this told her he was enjoying what she was doing. Opening her mouth wider, Hazel took in more of him, allowing him to thrust his hips forward until he hit the back of her throat. She bobbed her head, moving up and down his length, allowing Shane to control her movements with his hands in her hair. She glanced up at him, watching his head tip back, mouth open in pleasure.

Shane pulled her off him and his dick left her mouth with a pop.

He leaned down, kissing her sloppily as he pushed her back on the bed.

"I gotta to taste you," Shane told her, kissing down her body, pulling a nipple into his mouth as he went. Hazel arched her back as Shane's mouth blazed a trail down her body. He stripped her off her underwear and parted her legs, settling himself between them. "You're soaked," Shane said, sounding proud. "Is this what I do to you?"

"Yes," Hazel hissed out, throwing her head back as he swiped his tongue up her seam, the tip dancing around her clit before he pulled it into his mouth to suck. Shane buried his tongue inside her, flicking all the right spots. Her orgasm crept up quickly and then hit her like a ton of bricks. Shane gripped her thighs, holding her down as she rode out her pleasure against his mouth.

"You taste so good," he kissed his way back up her body. "I can't wait to find out what you feel like," his mouth formed a sexy grin before he kissed her again. Hazel could taste herself on his tongue, but it only served to turn her on even more.

Shane dragged his mouth down, snagging one of her nipples again with his lips and sucking it into his mouth. He laved it with his tongue, lacing the fingers of one hand with Hazel's other. He pumped his dick with his free hand, sliding inside her in one smooth go. Hazel let out a low moan, using her free hand to pull Shane's face back up to hers. Their lips met again and Hazel bit down on his bottom lip. Shane grabbed her other hand, lacing his fingers with it and pressing both of her hands against the mattress above her head. His thrusts were particularly hard, their hips snapping together each time. Tipping her head to the side, Shane buried his face in her neck, breathing harshly as he gripped her hands tighter. Hazel's nails dug into the back of his hands.

"Harder, Shane," she panted. His chest rubbed against hers, creating a delicious friction between them. Hazel wrapped her legs around his waist, allowing him to go deeper. She could feel her orgasm approaching once more and she cried out as she clamped down around him.

Shane cursed under his breath, loving the feel of Hazel around him but not wanting it to end so soon.

"Cum for me, Shane," Hazel whispered in his ear, still quivering through her own orgasm but desperate to feel him let go inside of her. He held their hands down with even more pressure as a guttural groan left his mouth and he emptied himself inside of Hazel.

Thrusting a few more times before pulling out, Shane fell to the side of her, the two of them lying side-by-side, both breathless.

Feeling sore but thoroughly ravished, Hazel started laughing and before he knew it, Shane was joining in. Hazel turned to him, propping herself up on one elbow.

"Why haven't we done that before?" Shane asked, tugging a piece of her hair and wrapping it around his finger.

"You were married," Hazel told him, lowering her eyes. She reached out, lightly grazing his chest with a fingernail.

"I haven't been married for a while," Shane admitted. "And my marriage was over a long time before my divorce."

"I still would never have interfered. Besides, I didn't think you were interested in that way," Hazel blushed.

Shane reached out, tipping her chin up with his forefinger, so that she would meet his gaze. Since knowing her, this was one of the few moments that he'd ever seen Hazel appear shy in.

"Who wouldn't be interested in you?" he asked, rhetorically. "You're beautiful," he husked, his finger moving lower to graze around one of Hazel's nipples. Biting her bottom lip, Hazel closed her eyes in satisfaction. Moving his hand up, Shane wrapped his palm around Hazel's neck. He pulled her towards him, her face hovering over his. She opened her eyes to meet his gaze. "I love you," he whispered. "I think I've loved you for longer than I care to admit."

They shared another kiss, tongues lazily dancing together.

"Does this mean you'll stay?"

Hazel grinned. "Oh, I don't know. I put my notice on the boss' desk earlier. I'm not sure if I can take it back."

"I have connections. I'm sure we can work something out," he laughed, pulling her in for another kiss

[starlightsreigns]

kiss it better | r. reigns

summary ⇢ pride, arguments, and refusing to listen to each other ruined asia and roman. now, they have the chance to reconnect, but that's only if they can finally open up. word count ⇢ 1.5k

"been waitin’ on that sunshine, boy, i think i need that back…"

 asia’s legs bounces in anxiety as she sits backstage, up on one of the equipment crates that she knew she’d be yelled at about soon enough. she crosses her legs to lessen the awkward bouncing, but her mind is far away. to help with the stress, she’s playing music in her airpods, hoping to settle. first night back on the road from injury is scarier than most people would think, she’s anticipated her return for months, and now that it was here… what now? 

rihanna’s voice fills her ear as kiss it better plays, almost as soon as roman walks past those curtains. she feels like she can shrink into herself. yet, she’s a bad bitch, unafraid of getting in someone’s face and getting what she wants, but that was different with him. he knew her weakness, and how to dismantle every fucking wall she builds up with one swing. he’s rude as shit like that. 

roman was the one who suggested the break. he and asia were arguing too much before her injury, they were in each others faces too much, he doesn’t yell often, but with her, he couldn’t get a word in when she started. it wasn’t her fault. asia was passionate, a lover girl, and sometimes he didn’t understand her. she didn’t think he fought enough for her and he thought she was asking for too much. she wanted to be his person, but that nigga was hard headed, he wants to deal with everything on his own. 

so, the night before she was injured, he called it a pause. asia took it, not willing to fight for something he obviously didn’t want to fight for. yet, she cried herself to sleep that night in her hotel room. asia couldn’t bring herself to answering his calls or texts at the hospital, or the months following. that was a breakup. it made it all too official. 

yet, now when she looks up, his eyes are on her. asia can feel herself crumbling under his gaze. it hurts inside, just as rihanna is singing the song that so perfectly describes this moment. roman is prideful, she knew he wouldn’t come up to her. asia is even more prideful, so she looks away, staring at the bare wall. 

the night was long, unbearingly long. the conversations didn’t help either. asia’s heels became bothersome, making her shift from

leg to leg as she stood near catering, in the middle of a conversation that bayley and bianca were having. she found herself quiet, tired, and wanting to disappear for a moment. 

“you’re different,” bianca pokes when bayley leaves them. “what’s going on with you, girl?”

asia shakes her head, “why do i feel like this is my first time on smackdown? i feel lost.” 

bianca sighs, “is it because you’re missing roman?” 

asia smiles sadly. she waves off the question, running her fingers through her her as she scans the area around them. at the end of the hallway, roman’s in the middle of a conversation. as if he knew she was looking, their eyes meet. in his typical, aloof nature, he doesn’t react and continues on. 

“i’m gonna go change, B, can we talk more tomorrow night?” 

it was late when asia finally started to exit the stadium. she had to meet with paul, so most of the superstars were gone. so, now, as she carts her suitcase to her rental, her music is blasting through her headphones. 

outside, she spots roman, as if he was waiting for her by his car. he’s paying attention to something on his phone. asia takes a deep breath, popping the trunk and throwing the suitcases in. she glances back to see him looking at her. both adults, acting as school grade kids, just staring at each other as if they weren’t in love. this felt like they have never dated, like they didn’t know each other. asia felt sick to her stomach at the fact that they haven’t said a word to each other, he hasn’t hugged her, kissed her, or sent her a smile. not that she was better because she’s avoided him all night. 

he waited for her. roman waited to make sure she was okay, so that had to mean something. asia breaks the eye contact first, getting into the car. she watches him in the rear view mirror, getting into his car immediately, leaving first. asia leans into the headrest with a sigh. 

why couldn’t they make it work? 

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seven months ago… 

“hurtin’ vibe, man, it hurts inside”

asia stands in front of roman on the couch, staring down at him in a mix of confusion and anger at his nonchalant demeanor. he looks up at her as if her argument wasn’t valid, as if she was picking it out of thin air. 

“roman, i’m asking you for a simple fucking thing, bro, why the fuck can’t you understand that.” 

roman stands, “asia, damn!” he yells. 

they fall silent. asia steps back before a dry laugh falls from her lips. she paces back and forth in front of him, trying to calm herself down, knowing that she can get very emotional at any given moment. roman rubs his hand over his beard. 

asia grunts, “you claim to love me, but i just need reassurance from you and you’re making me beg for that from you like a bitch. why do i have to get on my knees and ask my boyfriend to act like he fucking loves me and he can’t do that.” 

“i don’t act like i love you, asia, really?” roman moves to stand in front of her. “i show you that everyday in my own way, why can’t you see that?” 

“you don’t trust me with anything, roman, i ask you to open up to me and be deeper. you don’t want to let me in and i can’t understand. do you not trust me or do you not see a future for us, cause if that’s the cause, nigga cut me loose.” asia screams, unable to contain herself. 

“asia.” roman warns as he raises his voice. “stop.” 

asia plops down on the couch, “make your fuckin’ mind up.” 

roman clenches his jaw, “we need to take a break, asia.” 

she didn’t know what to say. asia looks up at him, her eyes water as she waits for him to say anything else. something better than what he just said, but it never comes. so, asia stands, slamming the door of their bedroom door shut, feeling the rattle as she marches into the bathroom. asia turns the shower on, letting the water run as she cries. 

and she cried for god knows how long. 

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“man fuck your pride, just take it on back, babe”

the rain poured heavily. asia wasn’t this person and she wasn’t one to cry and be, so why was she standing outside, in the pouring rain, standing a few feet away from his front door. he wasn’t home, she figured that out five minutes ago after knocking. was this her sign, to let it go? to move on and find something new? 

as she went to leave, headlights pulled into the driveway. asia felt her stomach drop into her stomach when he opened the car door, stepping into the rain. roman quickly made his way to her, worry filling his eyes. the first emotion she’s gotten out of him in months. looking into his eyes made her tears immediately fall from her eyes that mixes with the rain. 

“asia,” roman searches her eyes. “i saw you on the camera and came. are you okay?” 

“im sorry, roman, i never should’ve said those horrible things to you and pushed you into something that you weren’t ready for and i should’ve been the adult and walked away before it exploded in that fucked up way it did.” 

roman shakes his head, “that ain’t you, baby, i fucked up by not listening to you and talking to you. i was scared of shit i had no business of being scared of.” he steps closer. “with you gone, i realized how ain’t shit going good for me.” 

the rain got heavier, but neither one of them made a move for shelter. 

“you’re everything i’ve ever needed, asia, you the one i want.” roman moves the wet hair from her face. “my pride fucked up everything between us.” 

asia smiles softly, “what are you willing to do, roman?” 

“any and everything for you, forever.” roman returns the smile. “i take everything back. i don’t want a break between us, ever.” 

like two, love sick fools, they’re find themselves smiling at each other. asia reaches out for him, but roman pulls her into the hug that she so desperately has needed for months. the start of repairing something that’s so important to them. 

“can i kiss the love of my life?” roman whispers. 

after a quick nod, roman crashes his lips onto hers. if there wasn’t thunder in the sky before, they caused it to erupt in the sky. asia wraps her arms around his neck as he lifts her, deepening the kiss. 

“i don’t want us to ever do that again.” her murmurs against her lip. 

asia couldn’t help the laugh that came out of her as roman squeezed her tightly, smushing their wet clothes together, too excited to be reunited again. 

thank you for reading my first post, kinda nervy but I love write so here we are lmao. <3 also gif credit above.

[xoxowrestlinggyrl]

“Who Was That? Oh... Your Cousin.”

Requested: No

Pairing: Sami Zayn x Reader

Word Count: 1199

Warning[s]: Fluff & Cursing

Summary: When Y/N brings her cousin backstage, Sami becomes jealous. Sami thinks Y/N’s cousin is her new boyfriend. After an outburst, Sami admits his feelings to Y/N.

A/N: I had this saved on my Google Docs for a while, so I finally decided to share it with the world. Also, I miss Sami sooooooo. The quote comes from http://otp-imagines-cult.tumblr.com/post/140922926707/otp-quotes-challenge. (If you want to request a oneshot with one of the other quotes, go right on ahead, loves. ♥ )

“Staring at them isn’t going to help you in the end.” Kevin told Sami, who can’t stop looking at you and the mystery man you’re talking to. You’ve brushed off what Sami’s doing since you’re sure your mind is playing tricks on you.

Sami shook his head, and he looked at Kevin, “What does Y/N even see in him? She could do so much better.” He said. For a long time, he’s harbored feelings for Y/N, and he planned on making a move sooner or later. Emphasis on the later.

Kevin busted out laughing, “You really think that Y/N’s boyfriend?” He asked, in between laughs.

“Obviously, that’s her boyfriend. Why would she be so close to him? Laughing at all of his dumb jokes… There has to be a reason why she is so enthralled with that- that- I don’t know how to finish it.” Sami looked over at Kevin, confused about his laughter.

“If only you knew…”

“Knew what?”

“Oh, nothing…” Kevin chuckled here and there. Sami shrugged his shoulders, shaking his head.

~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~

Raw is in your hometown, and your cousin, Y/C/N came to the show. Once you were done wrestling, you (pulled some strings) got him backstage to hang out with you and your friends. While Y/C/N talked, your eye wondered to Sami. He’s talking to Kevin, which is expected of him. (At least in your mind). I’m sitting in catering with Y/C/N, and we’re sitting across the room from Sami and Kevin.

“You definitely got it bad for Sami, Y/N.” Y/C/N said, and he nudged your elbow. He knows exactly how you feel about the Canadian. You met Sami back in NXT, and it didn’t take a long time for the two of you to become close friends. However, you never thought you’d develop feelings for your good friend- It just happened… You don’t have the guts to tell him how you feel. Especially since you’re convinced he thinks of you as a little sister.

You rolled your eyes playfully, “He doesn’t like me back.”

Y/C/N shook his head, and he laughed a bit. “I don’t know if you’re seeing what I see, but he keeps on looking at you.” You’re in denial about Sami returning feelings for you. It’s an impossible scenario in your mind since he doesn’t give off any “vibes” that he likes you more than friends.

“That’s just Sami being Sami.” You instantly said, trying to shut your cousin down, immediately.

He scoffed, “I guess, but I don’t see him staring at everyone else the way that he is staring at you.”

“Let’s just change the subject!” You said, you didn’t want to debate with Y/C/N about it anymore. You know that he’s going to respect that, hopefully.

Y/C/N changed the subject, and we continued talking for a few more minutes. “I better get ready to go, Y/N. You know I don’t do well in traffic.” Y/C/N said, laughing.

“Oh, how can I forget? You’ve nearly been in one hundred and fifty accidents. That was just we were in our teens.” You exaggerated.

Playfully rolling his eyes, “Not true, and you know it.” He stated as he pulled me into a hug.

“I know, I know.” He kissed my forehead. “See you later, Y/N.”

“Bye, Y/C/N.” Before you could fully finish saying your goodbyes to your cousin, you heard an outburst from across the room.

“I told you, Kevin! I fucking told you.” Your eyes instantly traveled to the area, and you saw a visibly angered, Sami. He was out of his seat, and he rushed out of catering. Kevin looked just as shocked as you were in this situation. It’s a rarity to see the redhead this angry. When you felt a light push from your cousin, you looked back at him.

“Go, get him, girl.” He winked at you, and you nodded your head. What are you supposed to do? You can try to calm down, but you might not be the person he needs. You dismissed those thoughts since what matters most is that you help him. Rushing out of catering, you catch him turning the corner. You ran up behind Sami, putting your hand on his shoulder.

“Kevin, I don’t need-” He started, but when he turned around to see you, he stopped talking. Y/E/C showed genuine concerned for what’s going on with him.

“Sami, are you okay? What is going on?”

“Shouldn’t I be asking you all the questions, Y/N?!” He started to get defensive.

“Just tell me what’s wrong, Sami. Starting an argument isn’t going to help the situation.” I tried to keep myself calm, but I could feel myself slowly starting to get pissed off.

“Who was that?” Disgust was evident in Sami’s voice as he asked that question. “He cannot be your boyfriend, Y/N. You can do so much better than that renegade.” Is Sami jealous? He’s definitely jealous. The tone of his voice is a clear tone of jealousy. You can’t believe he actually thinks your cousin is your boyfriend. You busted out laughing. The Canadian man looked confused, his green orbs were looking at you like you’re from another planet. After a minute, you got yourself together.

“I can’t believe you think Y/C/N is my boyfriend.” You let out a small laugh, shaking your head. “He is my cousin.” Sami’s mouth dropped in shock. When it registered in his mind, he face-palmed himself.

“Oh… your cousin.” Sami started, “I’m a dumbass.” He chuckled softly and shook his own head. “I should have put two and two together.”

Shrugging your shoulders, you giggled a bit. “It happens to the best of us.”

“Since Y/C/N is your cousin, I take it that you’re single.?” Sami asked, with hopeful, greenish-gold eyes.

“I’m single… Why you ask?” Of course, you’re too oblivious to what’s going on. Even though it’s clear as day what is going on with Sami.

He looked down at you, “I ask because I realized it’s time for me to make a move on what I want and who I want.” He started, “Y/N, what I am trying to say is, I like you… A whole lot. I understand if you wouldn’t want to give me a chance though. I mean, it is all of a sudden that I am saying all this consider we are friends-” You cut him off by kissing him on the lips. He froze for a second before he realizes what was going on, and he kissed you back.

After a moment, you pulled away from the kiss, “I like you too, if you didn’t get the memo.” You giggled and he chuckled softly.

“I do, I think I’d be stupid not to.” Sami blushed, “Would you like to go out on a date with me?” He asked,

“Yes, a thousand times over!” You accepted.

“Great, how about tomorrow night?”

“Sounds like a plan!” You smiled. Sami smiled back before kissing you softly on the lips.

[f1z05]

Wargames

Guys...as a fanfic writer...this creates a lot of angst.

[wereallstarz]

“Who Was That? Oh... Your Cousin.”

Requested: No

Pairing: Sami Zayn x Reader

Word Count: 1199

Warning[s]: Fluff & Cursing

Summary: When Y/N brings her cousin backstage, Sami becomes jealous. Sami thinks Y/N's cousin is her new boyfriend. After an outburst, Sami admits his feelings to Y/N. 

A/N: I had this saved on my Google Docs for a while, so I finally decided to share it with the world. Also, I miss Sami sooooooo. The quote comes from http://otp-imagines-cult.tumblr.com/post/140922926707/otp-quotes-challenge. (If you want to request a oneshot with one of the other quotes, go right on ahead, loves. ♥ ) 

"Staring at them isn't going to help you in the end." Kevin told Sami, who can't stop looking at you and the mystery man you're talking to. You've brushed off what Sami's doing since you're sure your mind is playing tricks on you.

Sami shook his head, and he looked at Kevin, "What does Y/N even see in him? She could do so much better." He said. For a long time, he's harbored feelings for Y/N, and he planned on making a move sooner or later. Emphasis on the later.

Kevin busted out laughing, "You really think that Y/N's boyfriend?" He asked, in between laughs.

"Obviously, that's her boyfriend. Why would she be so close to him? Laughing at all of his dumb jokes... There has to be a reason why she is so enthralled with that- that- I don't know how to finish it." Sami looked over at Kevin, confused about his laughter.

"If only you knew..."

"Knew what?"

"Oh, nothing..." Kevin chuckled here and there. Sami shrugged his shoulders, shaking his head.

~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ 

Raw is in your hometown, and your cousin, Y/C/N came to the show. Once you were done wrestling, you (pulled some strings) got him backstage to hang out with you and your friends. While Y/C/N talked, your eye wondered to Sami. He's talking to Kevin, which is expected of him. (At least in your mind). I'm sitting in catering with Y/C/N, and we're sitting across the room from Sami and Kevin.

"You definitely got it bad for Sami, Y/N." Y/C/N said, and he nudged your elbow. He knows exactly how you feel about the Canadian. You met Sami back in NXT, and it didn't take a long time for the two of you to become close friends. However, you never thought you'd develop feelings for your good friend- It just happened... You don't have the guts to tell him how you feel. Especially since you're convinced he thinks of you as a little sister.

You rolled your eyes playfully, "He doesn't like me back."

Y/C/N shook his head, and he laughed a bit. "I don't know if you're seeing what I see, but he keeps on looking at you." You're in denial about Sami returning feelings for you. It's an impossible scenario in your mind since he doesn't give off any "vibes" that he likes you more than friends.

"That's just Sami being Sami." You instantly said, trying to shut your cousin down, immediately.

He scoffed, "I guess, but I don't see him staring at everyone else the way that he is staring at you."

"Let's just change the subject!" You said, you didn't want to debate with Y/C/N about it anymore. You know that he's going to respect that, hopefully.

Y/C/N changed the subject, and we continued talking for a few more minutes. "I better get ready to go, Y/N. You know I don't do well in traffic." Y/C/N said, laughing.

"Oh, how can I forget? You've nearly been in one hundred and fifty accidents. That was just we were in our teens." You exaggerated.

Playfully rolling his eyes, "Not true, and you know it." He stated as he pulled me into a hug.

"I know, I know." He kissed my forehead. "See you later, Y/N."

"Bye, Y/C/N." Before you could fully finish saying your goodbyes to your cousin, you heard an outburst from across the room.

"I told you, Kevin! I fucking told you." Your eyes instantly traveled to the area, and you saw a visibly angered, Sami. He was out of his seat, and he rushed out of catering. Kevin looked just as shocked as you were in this situation. It's a rarity to see the redhead this angry. When you felt a light push from your cousin, you looked back at him.

"Go, get him, girl." He winked at you, and you nodded your head. What are you supposed to do? You can try to calm down, but you might not be the person he needs. You dismissed those thoughts since what matters most is that you help him. Rushing out of catering, you catch him turning the corner. You ran up behind Sami, putting your hand on his shoulder.

"Kevin, I don't need-" He started, but when he turned around to see you, he stopped talking. Y/E/C showed genuine concerned for what's going on with him.

"Sami, are you okay? What is going on?"

"Shouldn't I be asking you all the questions, Y/N?!" He started to get defensive.

"Just tell me what's wrong, Sami. Starting an argument isn't going to help the situation." I tried to keep myself calm, but I could feel myself slowly starting to get pissed off.

"Who was that?" Disgust was evident in Sami's voice as he asked that question. "He cannot be your boyfriend, Y/N. You can do so much better than that renegade." Is Sami jealous? He's definitely jealous. The tone of his voice is a clear tone of jealousy. You can't believe he actually thinks your cousin is your boyfriend. You busted out laughing. The Canadian man looked confused, his green orbs were looking at you like you're from another planet. After a minute, you got yourself together.

"I can't believe you think Y/C/N is my boyfriend." You let out a small laugh, shaking your head. "He is my cousin." Sami's mouth dropped in shock. When it registered in his mind, he face-palmed himself.

"Oh... your cousin." Sami started, "I'm a dumbass." He chuckled softly and shook his own head. "I should have put two and two together."

Shrugging your shoulders, you giggled a bit. "It happens to the best of us."

"Since Y/C/N is your cousin, I take it that you're single.?" Sami asked, with hopeful, greenish-gold eyes.

"I'm single... Why you ask?" Of course, you're too oblivious to what's going on. Even though it's clear as day what is going on with Sami.

He looked down at you, "I ask because I realized it's time for me to make a move on what I want and who I want." He started, "Y/N, what I am trying to say is, I like you... A whole lot. I understand if you wouldn't want to give me a chance though. I mean, it is all of a sudden that I am saying all this consider we are friends-" You cut him off by kissing him on the lips. He froze for a second before he realizes what was going on, and he kissed you back.

After a moment, you pulled away from the kiss, "I like you too, if you didn't get the memo." You giggled and he chuckled softly.

"I do, I think I'd be stupid not to." Sami blushed, "Would you like to go out on a date with me?" He asked,

"Yes, a thousand times over!" You accepted.

"Great, how about tomorrow night?"

"Sounds like a plan!" You smiled. Sami smiled back before kissing you softly on the lips.