#sheamus imagine

[sulfurz]

ೃ༄ MEANT TO BE YOURS (sheamus x fem!reader)

ೃ༄ PAIRING: sheamus x fem!reader

ೃ༄ REQUESTED BY: @lambofjudgement

now that I've finished screaming about how much I love your writing I have a request (to fill out your masterlist a little bit) for sheamus jealousy fluff? where the f!reader's been teaming with the brawling brutes for a while and when they're feuding with Imperium the Imperium tries to convince her she's too good for them? Maybe before they're together, where he's trying to convince her to stay by being extra nice and thoughtful or overprotectiveness of "his girl" that he lets slip accidentally? whichever route you take will be awesome I'm sure of it! <3

ೃ༄ WARNINGS: um idk like?!?! possessiveness ig??? sheamus is just hot n y/n fancies him

ೃ༄ WORD COUNT: 2.6k😳

ೃ༄ NOTE: UMMMM can u tell i got carried away……. i love sheamus sm i met him once and he is genuinely the sweetest guy in the world so a stephen request ????? i am in heaven pls enjoy

in theory, the moment you saw the camera you should have known something was coming.

it was one of those peaceful saturday nights on raw, a rare evening where you didn’t have a match to be a part of in any shape or form. you were simply enjoying the energy backstage as you could hear the crowd thrumming beyond the walls, watching matches that didn’t involve you on the monitor. management had requested you come along for some segments, so you were somewhat on guard, but the most you expected was an interview with renee.

you did not expect for the imperium to trudge towards you, trailed by a camera man as they came over with their proposition.

“are you ready to be on the losing side again?” gunther asked, trailed by his lackeys sad they stopped before you, circling like hyenas on the prowl.

you could only cross your arms in defence. “what makes you so sure we’ll lose?”

ludwig laughed from his leader’s left side, an air of certainess to his posture. “oh come on, y/n. you know as much as we do. you’re too good for those brutes, pardon the pun.”

the brutes in question being the stable you had taken on under your management. the brawling brutes were a separate endeavour to your solo career, but it was no secret the group had thrived under your care. if you had been coerced into joining in the first place by a particularly charming irish man, no one would have to know, either. it just so happened your management were looking for another way to push you, and acting as manager for such a powerful stable seemed like a dream when that opportunity fell in your lap.

but of course, once you proved to yourself and the rest of the wwe universe that you knew how to handle yourself both inside and outside of the ring, it wasn’t long before others tried to hunt you down. the brawling brutes were gaining power quicker than a steamroller, and of course people would give anything to stop them in their tracks.

“and what’s in it for me? if i betray them?” you crossed your arms in front of your chest, playing up to the camera, but asking more for your own gain than anything.

“unprecedented power, y/n. sweet, sweet power.” gunther added, motioning for the rest of his stable to follow as he began to walk away. “think about it, you’ll make the right decision.”

—

you gave a knock to the men’s dressing room door, a telltale shout of ‘decent’ giving away exactly who was in there — his accent certainly stood out amongst most.

pushing open the door, you were met by one single figure hanging back, but the man you needed to see. sheamus was standing there as decent as decent could be for a wwe superstar. it made you blush slightly, but you couldn’t quite understand why. you were used to going arm in arm with the man weekly when he was in nothing more than tight underwear and body oil — yet seeing him standing, clad in nothing but sweats, felt more intimate than before.

“heya, sweetheart.” he mused, charming as ever even when his in ring persona was lessened by the absence of cameras. “missed me that much?”

you rolled your eyes fondly, giving a light shove to his shoulder as you passed to take your place on a bench nearby. “don’t flatter yourself.”

sheamus grinned, a secondary emotion that you couldn’t place flashing past his eyes momentarily. he would never relent, and whilst you always had a rebuttal on the tip of your tongue, you wouldn’t deny how you were consistently forced to turn away, mainly so the man couldn’t see the reddening of your cheeks.

as the leader of the brawling brutes, it was sheamus who you came into contact with the most, and the two of you had built an interesting dynamic over the past few months. he had never hidden his affections for you in the ring, always jumping at an opportunity to be by your side, but you had foolishly put this down to his character, and never thought much of it. he was a naturally charming man, wildly different from everyone else in the roster, and it would have been easy to fall for someone like that. so, aware he was simply just being a character, you shut yourself down to every attempt to place that charm on you, not allowing the possibility for heartbreak.

“i had an interesting conversation today.” you commented quietly, crossing one leg over the other as you watched sheamus ruffle his wet hair from the shower with a towel (bright pink, and strangely familiar? was that a little decal of a flower? where did he get your towel from????). “let’s just say the last thing i was expecting today was to be accosted by imperium.”

sheamus stopped his drying motions immediately, hands coming back down to his side. “imperium? what the hell are they doing? trying to intimidate you?”

you hummed, considering how to approach this. “quite the opposite. in fact, they’ve got it into their minds that i’d be better off by their side, instead of yours.”

then, sheamus barked out a laugh and returned to his prior movements, seemingly unconcerned by the initial offer from your opponents. “well, can’t fault them for trying. as if they’re worthy of you.”

you stayed silent, watching as your friend and in ring partner raided his gym bag in search of a shirt.

“i mean. they’re not wrong when they suggest my style fits theirs slightly better. when i’m on my own i think anyone would have put me with them over you guys.”

silence met you, and when you glanced at sheamus, he wasn’t even looking in your direction. too focused on untangling his shirt straps. for a moment you thought, if that was how much he cared, then you might just take imperium up on their offer—

“you really think that?” sheamus asked darkly, not sparing a glance to his side.

shrugging, you added “i mean, we don’t know for certain but, what have you exactly got to offer me in terms of furthering my career?”

sheamus barked a laugh, but it was void of any humour. “i could list a million reasons why you suit us, sweetheart. how many do you want?”

you raised an eyebrow, his tone rattling straight through you. he was intimidating when he wanted to be, and it was clear that on stage persona was blurring with the man behind the camera for just a second.

“stephen.” you offered as warning, rarely choosing to use superstars’ real names unless the moment required it.

he spun quickly, taking one look at you before any of that hardness slipped away from his features and he was back to looking at you with a level of respect and awe.

“you’ve seen what we can do with you by our sides, y/n. you’re a warrior in and out of the ring. imperium don’t want to further your career, they want to use you for their own benefit.” he took a moment to pull the shirt over his head, before making his way to sit beside you. there was a couple of feet between your positions, but somehow the distance felt even greater.

you hummed, contemplating for just a second. “and? isn’t that what you’re doing? using me for your own benefit?”

when sheamus spoke again, there wasn’t the harshness in his tone like there was before, replaced by the sound of honey dripping off of every word. “we’ve never used you. sure, there’s no denying we’re better with you by our side, but you did all that. imperium want to use you as a pretty show piece, but to us you’re our lifeline.”

you smiled everso slightly, more having to fight the upturn of your lips than anything. “sure you don’t just like a hot woman on your arm every night?”

your stable mate grinned, playfulness returning to the air as he buttered you up. “sure, that’s a bonus, sweetheart. but you’re so much more than that.”

if your heart fluttered slightly at the tone he used, deep and rooted with genuineness, you wouldn’t tell anyone. that was a secret for you to keep.

“you’re a fool if you think we only want you to make us look good.” sheamus began again, shameless as he reached across the space between your bodies, brushing a stray strand of your hair away from your face and behind your ear. another flutter of your heart, this time more like a whisper of wind. “imperium want you to be their arm candy, we want you to be our soul. half the stuff we do wouldn’t be possible without you. you’re one of the strongest women in the roster right now, and that’s not just opinion but a fact, and it’s an honour getting to prove that. you can hold your own, hey, you can be even better, amongst the men, and i think that says everything.”

“you think that highly of me?” you asked, half jokingly, half from a place of needing reassurance. it was easy to doubt yourself amongst so many powerful opponents. “you’re already fighting pretty hard to get me to stay and i barely said anything.”

“you said enough for me to know i don’t want them getting their hands on you.” sheamus muttered, and suddenly the gap between the two of you seemed much smaller than before. “i won’t let them take my girl away that easily.”

your eyes widened at the same time his own demeanour cracked, both noticing the slip of tongue at the same time. again, you were used to the flirting the irish man undertook in the ring, and half of the time outside of it, but any semblance that those layers ran deeper than just kayfabe and your head was in a spin.

another knock at the door brought you out of the moment, a staff member poking his head in to let the two of you know they were closing up soon.

so with a few last goodbyes, you parted ways, this time with a new feeling of confusion in your chest. it was no longer the question of whether the brawling brutes wanted you more than the imperium, but now whether sheamus wanted you more than you wanted to leave.

—

after the segments on the show the week prior, it was no shock when the brawling brutes had one of their promos cut by the imperium themselves. you had expected it really, but it didn’t make the image of the four men wandering down the ramp towards the ring any less intimidating.

you stood just by the curtain of the ring, watching in concern as predator stalked their prey. you could see imperiums eyes on you, and you knew sheamus had noticed too, for he seemed to step in between their view of you protectively.

“well if it isn’t our favourite manager and her lackeys.” gunter began, practically toe to toe with sheamus as they stood leader against leader. “have you given any thought to our little conversation last week, y/n?”

before you could even react, sheamus was speaking on your behalf. “she doesn’t want to run around with little boys, she wants to stick with the men.”

gunther only chuckled into the mic, not quick enough to give his own response before giovanni was adding in himself, “if she wants men, she’s with the wrong team.”

“i wonder, if we asked her now, who’d she’s choose?” gunther challenged, the crowd hollering for you to join the conversation.

“stop fooling yourself, gunther, it’s getting embarrassing—“

sheamus was cut off by gunther once more “why don’t we let the little lady speak for herself?”

if the imperium wanted brownie points, they certainly weren’t getting them speaking about you like that. sheamus seemed to think the same, if the way his fists clenched had anything to do with it. he didn’t seem happy about it, but turned to offer you a hand to climb in the ring nonetheless.

you took his offer of help, jumping inside and trying to ignore how you were sure he was squeezing your hand just a little harder than usual. he seemed reluctant to even let go, but dropped the contact only when butch offered you his own mic to join the chorus.

the outcome of this promo was up to you, your manager had made sure that you knew that fact. he was prepared to damage control whichever side you chose, but how was the moment, and you were more unsure than ever. one look at imperium had you wanting to change allegiance. for all the talk about their true intentions, you knew one thing for certain, and that was imperiums power. they were a force to be reckoned with, and having gunther as an ally? that could do wonders for your career both in the stable and in your own solo endeavours.

yet, as you glanced to your side, seeing how sheamus watched you with uncertainty, the decision began to unblur.

he hadn’t spoken to you since the little dialogue mishap in the locker room. you had, at first, thought maybe he was disgusted by his own words, wishing he could take them back out of sheer unhappiness — but when you looked at him now, you could see past sheamus, and just see stephen, and you realised everything he had said was true.

“sheamus over here seems to have gotten it into his head that your allegiance to him is stronger than your want for success.” gunther’s menacing tone brought you out of your realisation, and you turned back to see how the man towered over you. “but you and i know better, don’t we, y/n? you’re a strong woman, you’ll make the right decision.”

a deep breath. “you’re right gunther.” a gasp echoed throughout the crowd as you seemingly made your decision to turn sides. the man in question watched you with a sly smirk, thinking his plan had worked. “my want for success is stronger than anything. so, i have to choose the side i know will get me there.”

you could practically feel the panicked looks of the brawling brutes, and when you turned to hand butch his microphone back, the expressions of betrayal were just as expected — especially from one particular redhead.

taking a step back, you made to stand with the imperium, facing your other stable-mates as the crowd shouted all sorts of nonsense directed at you, surely horrified by your abandonment. you waited a second, revelling in the reaction and allowing the imperium to glow in what they thought was a victory, before in one swift motion, you landed a back elbow straight into gunther’s stomach.

the crowd cheered again, and you wasted no time in stepping back across the ring to sheamus’ side, the grin creeping across the man’s face larger than you had ever seen before.

as you joined back by his side, he didn’t bother removing the microphone from his lips as he solidified his comment from the week prior. “that’s my girl.”

for once, you didn’t think about consequences, not caring that this wasn’t part of the plan or even prior discussed by the two of you — you knew he wanted it as badly as you by now. so, in one swift motion, coupled with a whisper of ‘your girl’, you grabbed sheamus by the back of the neck and pulled him down to crash your lips together.

if the shout from the rest of the brawling brutes was loud in your ear, the screams of the audience were practically deafening, but you barely focused on the reaction as sheamus dropped the microphone he held to the floor in favour of grabbing ahold of your waist.

#✍🏻 requests : lamb of judgement #wwe imagines #sheamus imagine #sheamus wwe #stephen farrelly #sheamus wwe imagine #wwe x reader #sheamus x reader #the imperium #the brawling brutes #gunther #butch #sheamus scenario #wwe scenario #wwe #wwe headcanon

[scoupstastuwu]

Shooting stars

"Im cold."

"Why didn't you bring a jacket dumbass?"

"Well I didn't think it would be this cold"

they frowned shivering a bit.

"I'm not giving you mine"

"I didn't say I wanted it"

Y/n honestly thought Sheamus would be a gentleman and give them his jacket but of course he was stubborn.

"Why are we even outside again?"

"Shooting stars"

"Right"

"Your really lucky I like you enough to be here"

"You like me?"

"Unfortunately"

Sheamus chuckled finally taking off his jacket and wrapping it around y/n.

"I don't want it"

"Dont be stubborn babe"

" you said you wouldn't give it me"

"I was joking and I wanted you to suffer a bit"

He smiled and placed a kiss on them.

"Next time I wouldn't give you it"

"Sure sure" y/n smiled looking up at the sky

"Should we go? I don't think we'll be able to see them"

Although y/n really wanted to go home. they couldn't bare seeing Sheamus sad

"No let's wait a few more minutes what if we miss it!"

...

"Look! I told you we would miss it if we left!"

Sheamus looked over seeing that y/n eyes were shut

"Are you really making a wish?"

"Obviously isn't that the whole point"

"What did you wish?"

"It wouldn't come true if I tell you!"

"Come on just tell me"

"No!......but I'm pretty happy you dragged me out here"

♡ <- masterlist

Yes im using a Stayc divider 🧍🏽

I honestly kind of like this one so I decided to post it on here too :)

I think this is the first time I've posted a wwe story outside of my wattpad

☆ <- got the divider from here :) (stayc one I found on pinterest)

#sheamus #wwe sheamus #sheamus x reader #wwe x reader #wwe imagine #sheamus imagine

[dirtywrestling]

Hi! Can you do a Sheamus x male reader where they have rough sex in the locker room after reader confesses to sheamus he has a crush on him? Bottom reader please

Pairing: Sheamus x Male!Reader

Warnings: 18+ Blog, Minors DNI, Bottom!Male!Reader, Locker Room sex, Smut

Commission Requests: Open!

Imagine Requests: Open!

Follow My Side Blog!: @dirtywresling102

You were glad you opened your mouth when you did. You were glad that you split your dirty little secret to Sheamus, alone in the locker room. "I like you, okay!" Was all it took for Sheamus to pin you against the wall and have his way.

Your grunts echoed throughout the small locker room as Sheamus was pressed up behind you, his large cock hitting all the tight places in your tight ass. "Fuck, gonna make me come already." Sheamus hissed, his large cock head was red on the tip, his heavy balls smacked against your cheeks with each thrust, ready to be emptied.

"Been that long, huh?" You teased only to hiss lowly as Sheamus gripped your hair, tugging your head back.

"Only good boys deserve my come, are you a good boy?" Sheamus' lips brushed against your neck.

"Yes, yes I'm a good boy." You whimpered feeling Sheamus' large hand wrapped around your aching cock, pressed against your stomach and the wall you were pinned against.

"Then start acting like it." The filthy sound of him thrusting into you faster and deeper erupted throughout the room.

#wwe #wwe sheamus #sheamus x male!reader #wrestling #wrestling fanfics #sheamus imagine #sheamus wwe #male!reader #sheamus x you #sheamus x y/n #imagines wwe #wwe imagines #wwe fanfics #sheamus fanfic #wrestling imagines #dirty wrestling #wrestling blog #share #imagines #male!reader x sheamus #Stephen Farrelly #Stephen Farrelly one shot #Stephen Farrelly imagine #Stephen Farrelly fanfic

[rhodesrider]

Learning

Drew M. x Little! Black! Fem Reader (Ft. Uncle! Sheamus)

SFW! Age Regression! 18+!

Word Count: 745

~

“My Queen! The knights are attacking your towers! What do we do?!”

Y/N looked around and got out her sword trying to protect her fort, but it was too late. The fort came down and she pouted starting to cry. Drew the knight in shining armor, went to go get her and gave the evil eye at Sheamus that knew he fucked up. “Dude you weren’t suppose to destroy the fort!” Drew said. “Uncle shemi why did you do that?” Y/N started to cry more upset. “Oh gosh darlin’ I’m sorry. My foot slipped.” Sheamus hugged her saying sorry a bunch of times. “No I don’t forgive you!” Y/N as you can tell is in her little space, and Sheamus was chilling with Drew having a drink till he asked her Daddy to play. Sheamus is still new to her being a little but he’s learning, it’s like having fun with a kid.

“Babydoll come on now you can’t forgive me at all?” Sheamus asked with a sweet voice. Y/N turned around and crossed her arms. Sheamus looked at Drew for help but he shrugged seeing if he can figure it out on his own. “Oh god mi heart…” he grabbed his chest dramatically. Y/N turned around and gasped going to him to help him. “Gosh darlin, I guess your powers are too strong..” Drew watched the scene trying to see what what going on. “Uncle what powers?” She asked confused and worried. “Your powers that strike down anyone that take your kingdom away but I swear it was an innocent my queen.” He pleaded. “I didn’t mean to..” she pouted. “It’s alright darlin, but there is a way to cure me!” Y/Ns eyes lit up. “Accept my apologies my queen , and I’ll take ya for ice cream.” She nodded quick. “Uncle shemi I forgive you!” He got back up dramatically and smiled picking her up hugging her, facing drew smirking taking this as a victory. “Now let’s go lass, how’s about some cookies and cream. My treat. Think of it as the enemy giving a truce.” She nodded. Sheamus smiled and fixed her tiara going to the kitchen with her. “I feel abandoned!” Drew said and Y/N got down from the island in the middle of the kitchen, getting Drew’s hand and he sat with her for ice cream.

~

After a while, Y/N was sleep on the couch, Drew put her weighted blanket over her smiling. Both Drew and Sheamus went to the other room with talk some. “How long have you been with Y/N again?” Sheamus asked sipping on the drink Drew poured. “Oh like 2 years, why?” “When she told you about this little space thing, how did you react?” Drew looked at Sheamus smiling. “Well, I was unsure about it. But I love her. So I learned about it, took a class on insta-“ “There’s a bloody class?!” Sheamus asked and Drew shushed him to keep it down. “Yea you would be surprised a lot of people helped me to understand, it was private too so I didn’t have to worry about fucking reported up my ass about this. What Y/N does is private in this house hold.”

Sheamus nodded understanding. “She has one little friend that’s it.” “Who?” “Judgement Days little hound..” Drew sighed. Sheamus blinked. “That little fucker Nicole?” He nodded. “She’s been there little for a minute. Dominik is the only one she doesn’t like.” They laughed some. “Why does she do it?”

Drew sighed and looked at her as she was sound asleep. “People hurt that poor lass. And she grew up too fast. You know the other day I got her a bratz doll. Those dolls from like the 2000s, I got her four and she was crying. They are right above her vanity in my room. She never had one. And I fulfilled that. I felt good when I did.” He smiled. “Good on you brother. What about when she acts out? Like does she have tantrums? Just throws fits.” Drew sighed nodding. “She does and it’s a struggle. But I got this.” He smirked pulling out a tally counter. “A counter?” “When she hears clicks she straightens up.” He smirked. “Got it from Balor.”

Y/N started to wake up but not as a little, as her usual self. She yawned and rubbed her eyes taking off the tiara looking at the time getting up getting her laptop. “Hey babygirl, you had a nice nap?” Drew asked. “Yea I did. Um imma go finish up my work and turn in these assignments…” she yawned again going upstairs to handle her business. “And that’s another thing, it’s not all the time. It’s just when she needs it.” Drew smiles going back in the living room and cleaning her toys and stuffed animals taking the fort down. “She gets stressed she ask, or sometimes when she has a nightmare she goes into it, either way I’ll be there for her.” Drew smiles finishing up. He texts her did she want any snacks while she studied. “Well I’m glad I’m a uncle for her.” He smiled. “Thank you and you’re awesome for learning more about her regression brother.” Drew smiles as Sheamus got his keys heading out. “You call me if you need a sitter.” He smiled and Drew let him out.

#wwe one shot #wwe imagine #wwe smackdown #wwe raw #agere headcanons #age regressor #wwe drew mcintyre #sheamus

[south-of-heaven]

We need more Rhea x Sheamus' Daughter! Reader! How about Sheamus and reader visiting Australia and Rhea proposes to reader? I want to ses how Sheamus would react to his little girl getting engaged with an Aussie!

Tears || Rhea Ripley x Reader

Summary: You bring Sheamus to Australia to meet Rhea's family. Something unexpected happens.

The Australian summer embraces the land as you bring Sheamus, your father, to meet Rhea's family for the holidays. The festive spirit hangs in the air, and tonight, the plans include a dinner outing with both your families.

The evening is filled with laughter and lively conversation as you all gather around a table. The restaurant buzzes with warmth, mirroring the joy that fills the hearts of the blended group. Rhea sits beside you, a smile playing on her lips, and Sheamus is clearly enjoying the company.

Amidst the chatter, a sudden hush envelops the table as Rhea rises from her seat. The air is charged with anticipation as she turns to face you, her eyes reflecting a mix of nerves and excitement. The realization dawns on you, catching you completely off guard.

With a graceful movement, Rhea lowers herself onto one knee, and the room holds its breath. The clinking of cutlery fades into the background as all eyes fixate on the unexpected scene unfolding. Your heart races, mirroring the surprise etched on Sheamus's face.

Rhea's eyes lock onto yours, a warmth and sincerity emanating from her gaze. "Y/N," she begins, her voice carrying a depth of emotion that resonates through the room. "From the moment we met, you've been my rock, my love. I can't imagine my life without you, and I don't want to."

A gasp escapes your lips as she produces a small box, revealing a glinting ring. The gravity of the moment hangs heavy in the air, and you find yourself at a loss for words. Rhea continues, her words a testament to the love you've built together.

"Will you make me the happiest person in the world and marry me?" she asks, her voice steady yet vulnerable.

Sheamus, his eyes locked on the unfolding scene, can't hide the twinkle of pride and emotion in his gaze. A moment of silence stretches, filled only by the beating of hearts. Then, with overwhelming joy, you nod, a radiant smile breaking across your face.

The room erupts in cheers, and Rhea slides the ring onto your finger. She stands, pulling you into a tender embrace, sealing the promise of a shared future. The applause is accompanied by the unspoken sentiment that this moment will forever be etched in the hearts gathered around the table.

Sheamus, despite his gruff exterior, wipes away a tear, a subtle show of emotion he won't admit to. The love and commitment shared in this unexpected proposal transcend the boundaries of family, creating a memory that will forever be cherished in the holiday air of an Australian summer night.

#wwe fanfiction #wwe x reader #pro wrestling #wwe #wrestling #rhea ripley #rhea ripley x reader

[codchrist]

Soooo apparently contracts expiring update in 2024

Becky

Sheamus

and now Seth

Can you imagine if they don't resign?

@theworldofotps @axelwolf8109 @jazzy-tzw @flawlessglamazon @katries

#Becky Lynch #Seth Rollins #Sheamus #WWE

[theworldofotps]

Imagine if Pete’s tag partner is Sheamus🥺❤️

#smackdown lb

[crxssjae]

I remember the time Drew and Sheamus named their tag team called, "The Banger Bros".

Not until someone looked up the name and it's porn. That's a big oops. Imagine if the kids chanted the tag team, that'll be wild. 💀

#drew mcintyre #sheamus #wrestling #crxssjae rambles

[readingandwritingandreading]

The Day Before You ~ Part 3

My Blurb: So i took some creative liberty with the Performance Center. As always if you didn’t write it don’t post it anywhere. And if someone else is interested in being added to my lil tag list feel free to message me!

Disclaimer: I own nothing. Cor Meum = My Heart (Latin)

Summary: Forced into an awkward dance with a stranger at Sheamus’s wedding, Ridge doesn’t think he’ll ever see her again until she turns up at a show a few months later with Sheamus’s wife and he gets a second chance.

Pairing: Ridge Holland x OFC Lyssa Hutchinson

Warnings: None

Tagging: @pioched​​​ @snarkandsarcasmftw​​ @pikapuff316​​​  @moxskitten​​

Read First: The Day Before You Masterlist 

Also Check Out: Main Masterlist

Claire burst into my office causing me to jump and nearly spill my coffee. My glare turned to confusion when I looked up as she held the door open for a delivery man to bring in a vase of flowers. “Ms. Hutchinson?” he asked, glancing at his clipboard. 

“That’s me,” I walked around my desk to sign the paper he held out before handing me the vase and heading out of my office. The flowers were beautiful; roses, lilies and carnations in a variety of pinks paired with green chrysanthemums and other greenery I didn’t recognize. I set them on my desk and pulled the card from its holder, “Have a great monday, Ridge”. I grinned like an idiot as I leaned down to smell them, only to be reminded by a throat clearing that Claire was still in my office. 

“So I take it the date with muscle man went very well?” she wiggled her eyebrows at me and I blushed before returning to my chair. 

“We had a great time, he was sweet and romantic. He set up dinner at a gazebo on the water. He was a gentleman, pulled out my chair, opened doors, walked me to my apartment, and brought flowers.” I smiled, running my finger along one of the petals.

Claire smiled again, sitting in one of the chairs in front of my desk, “so no ungentlemanly behavior?” 

“It was all very chaste.” I grinned back at her and was rewarded with an eye roll from my assistant. 

“We have got to get you away from editing the historical romances for a while.” she grumbled but I could see the gleam in her eye. “Are you taking him to the wedding?”

I scrunched my nose up at her question, “I don’t know, things are still kinda new, wouldn’t that be weird? Plus I think the assumption was that it would be Astaire coming with me.” 

“She’s your friend, I'm sure she realized by now that’s not happening anymore. Plus imagine the look on Astaire’s smug face when you show up with Mr. Muscles.” Clarie sighed dramatically and fanned herself, standing and heading out of the office when she heard the phone on her desk ringing. 

“He has a name!” I yelled after her before opening my phone to send a message to Ridge.

“Thank you for the flowers, they are beautiful! *heart eyes emoji*”

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

I grinned at the text from Lyssa, it had been a split second decision to send her flowers this morning. Remembering the look on her face when I gave her the bouquet before our date made me want to do it again. I hit reply, sending her a quick message.

“You're very welcome.” 

“How’s promo day going?”

“Lots of snarling at the camera and keeping track of Butch.”

“Haha, still good for tonight?”

“Absolutely, I should be finishing up when you get here. Gotta go, our turn again.”

I stuck my phone in my back pocket and grabbed Butch, dragging him to the studio again. We were all filming promos for the upcoming PPV and getting new headshots done. Lyssa was coming by after work and I was going to show her around the PC. Her eyes had lit up and she’d almost squealed with excitement when it was brought up. I was pretty much willing to do whatever she wanted as long as she kept smiling at me, I was in serious trouble and I knew it. Sheamus gave me a hard time, but as a newlywed he didn’t have much room to talk when it came to women.

We wrapped up a few hours later, I walked out with Butch and Sheamus to meet Lyssa in the parking lot. She had texted when she left work and should arrive shortly. Sure enough, her blue car pulled in as Sheamus was pulling out. She beamed when I opened her door, greeting me with a hug the second she stepped out.

“I never thought I would be excited to see a gym.” She admitted, slinging her purse over her shoulder after tossing the keys in it. 

I chuckled, “Well it’s pretty impressive, there’s lots of other rooms for promos, videos and stuff too.” 

“You aren’t going to get in trouble for showing me are you? Isabella said she hasn’t even been here.” Lyssa slid her hand into mine, gripping tightly as we headed to the entrance. 

“Nah, there’s usually a family member or two being shown around. Isabella has probably never been because Sheamus is a jealous guy. Doesn’t want anyone hitting on what’s his.” I grinned at her, loving the way she rolled her eyes at my statement. 

“Oh, and you don’t get jealous?” She smirked back at me. 

“I’m more of a show off what I have kinda guy.” I replied with a wink, entering the first door that led to the gym area.

“That explains why you are never wearing sleeves.” She ran her hand up my arm slowly, grinning when she reached the edge of the tanktop, before tracing back down and capturing my hand again. “Not that I’m complaining.” 

I barely managed to contain a groan, I was quickly becoming addicted to her hands on me. I pulled her closer, turning so that our bodies were almost flush. I pulled the hand holding mine to my mouth, kissing it gently, “Careful cor meum…”

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I’m pretty sure I stopped breathing for a second, before my body reactivated when his lips touched my hand and it felt like the temperature rose 30 degrees. I couldn’t stop staring at Ridge, Nothing was touching but our hands but it felt like an electric current was zapping between our bodies. I licked my lips, attempting to relieve the sudden dryness, watching the way his eyes picked up on the movement. I opened my mouth to ask him what cor meum meant and why it made a warmth wash over my body. 

“Hey Holland! Who’s the pretty little thing you have trapped over there?” A voice interrupted me and I felt Ridge tense beside me, turning to see two guys heading towards us from the entrance. It took me a minute but I recognized them as members of Legado Del Fantasma.

“Nothing you two could handle,” Ridge retorted, his hand dropping mine and wrapped around my waist. “Lyssa, meet Joaquin and Del Toro.” I waved, snuggling into Ridge’s side. 

“Like you handled Imperium last week?” I was pretty sure that was Del Toro.

“A loss to Imperium is nothing when it's a good fight, I think the crowd fell asleep during yours.” Ridge shrugged before turning to me, effectively dismissing whatever they were about to say in return. “You ready for the tour?”

I smiled at him, nodding and letting him lead me away. We spent the next couple hours roaming around the building, me asking questions about different rooms or equipment and him explaining it to me in detail. It was clear wrestling was his passion and he took great pride in it. We finally circled back around to the room connected to the gym that had a couple of practice rings in it. 

It was empty and I ran my hands over the ring apron. I had never seen a ring this close and it was different then I had imagined. Ridge easily hopped up and sat on the middle ring rope, lifting the top one up. “Come on” he held a hand out to me and I quickly grabbed it, letting him haul me up and guide me through the ropes until I was standing inside the ring. 

“This is bouncier than I expected,” I tested bouncing a little on the balls of my feet. 

Ridge laughed, “A lot of people think that. The padding depends on the kind of match you’re going to have. Sometimes they pad it a little more when the high fliers get in the ring.”

“Or when you send someone flying?” I questioned, he shrugged in response. I put my hands up in a fight position. “I could totally take you.” 

Ridge raised an eyebrow at me, “I’m easily three times your size.” 

“So? I’m fast and I have a secret weapon.” I replied lightly punching his arm. 

He laughed before putting his hands up to match my stance, “What’s your secret weapon?”

“If I told you, it wouldn’t be a secret.” I stuck my tongue out, dancing away when he made a quick lunge to grab me. We went back and forth like that for a while. I was aware he wasn’t trying his hardest but I appreciated it all the same. I would get close enough to lightly kick or punch him and he would attempt to grab me. “Don’t worry, I’m sure you’ll be good enough to beat me one day.” My sentence ended in a squeal when he grabbed my waist and very gently belly to belly suplexed me to the mat. 

“What’s this about a secret weapon, I’m about to pin you.” Ridge leaned over me with a gleam in his eye. 

Smiling, I reached up and grabbed head, pulling his face to mine and pressing my lips to his. He froze for a fraction of a second before wrapping his arms around me and pulling me closer. Somehow I wound up straddling his lap, crushed tightly to his chest and he deepened the kiss. I had done it as a knee jerk reaction to his taunt but found myself getting lost in the way his lips moved over mine. We finally broke away when I shifted in his lap and rubbed against something very hard causing him to groan. 

“Ignore that,” he whispered, resting his forehead against mine. I was pleased to see that he was breathing as heavily as I was. I started to reply but was stopped by Ridge’s body tensing under mine. I looked at him to see him glaring over my shoulder at something. “We’re leaving.” he quickly pulled me up, readjusting himself discreetly. 

“Why?” I looked around, confused by his sudden change. That’s when I realized there was a window between the gym and the ring area. Wilde and Del Toro were in the gym, quite clearly watching us. 

“They’ve been watching us the whole time.” his arms were tense as he lifted me off the ring apron. “And if they look at you like that again, I’m going to fucking kill them.”

I bit my lip to hide my grin at his sudden protectiveness. “I thought you weren’t a jealous guy?”

“Apparently I am where you’re concerned.” he grumbled, shooting a glare at the two wrestlers before leaving the room. 

“It’s kinda hot,” I whispered, blushing when he looked down at me with a raised eyebrow. 

He pulled me close to him, leaning down until his lips were almost touching mine before whispering,  “You’re going to be the death of me cor meum.” and then closed the gap with another searing kiss. 

#micole writes things now #ridge holland #ridge holland fic #ridge holland x ofc #The Day Before You

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Super Earth Chapter 11: Landed

Pairing: Roman Reigns X Reader

Interesting fact: TOI 1452b (SUPER EARTH) is a real planet, but's so far away, scientist can only speculate that it is covered in water.

As the ship gently touched down onto the landing pad, I almost expected the pad to rock or shift and tumble us into the ocean, but it didn’t move at all.

“Great Landing Captain!” Seth’s voice chirped through the coms. “Smooth as butter.”

“Thank you for your assistance, Commander Rollins.” I answered back.

“Come on out whenever your ready.” Rollins added. “We’re all excited to meet you guys.”

From the cock pit 10 meters above the pad, I had an excellent view of the colony. The first thing I noticed was the wall that surrounded the colony. That had been a crucial piece of the colony and had taken 5 years to construct once a new type of plexiglass was made that was strong enough to withstand the ocean winds and waves and still allow the residents to see out. I couldn’t imagine what it must have been like in the years before that wall was erected. There had been quite a few people pulled overboard during storms. 6 colonists had died.

The landing pad itself had opaque walls made from a new type of organic plastic, because the plexiglass couldn’t handle the heat of the ship engines.

The colony consisted of identical small white houses. The pad itself was near the workshops and warehouses for the settlement. There were also a few bigger buildings in the center of town. I assumed they housed the public buildings and businesses. There were plants everywhere. Growing on top of the buildings, growing from raised beds around the houses, even window boxes grew what looked like herbs.

My eyes scanned the ocean. The gorgeous teal waters around the colony were calm and peaceful, but we had seen dark blue waters and storms as we orbited the planet.

15 minutes after landing, I walked down the ramp flanked by Jamie, Orange, Gargano, Dr. Thorpe and Ciampa behind me. A group of people were headed to the launch pad on electric golf carts… a lot of them.

A tall man with wild, untamed black hair and beard led the group to greet us. “Captain Y/L/N?”

“Commander Rollins?” I asked extending my hand to shake his.

“Welcome to Super Earth!” He shook my hand as he talked. I stopped to look around, breathing in the salty air. My eyes scanned the vast planet of water around the colony, and I realized my whole group was doing the same.

“Thank you.” I tried to focus back on him.

I’d done it. We’d done it. We successfully landed on Super Earth. I realized every dream I’d ever had was coming true right at this moment, and it was surreal.

“Commander Rollins, I’d like to…..”

Rollins held up a hand to stop me. “It’s just Seth. We don’t stand on ceremony here. Just call me Seth.”

This was a bit of information I’d somehow never heard before. “No ranks?” He shook his head no. Somehow that felt right; no ranks, no titles. It was foreign to me, to my crew, but then we were surrounded by new everything.

“Seth, I’d like to introduce you to some of my crew. Lt….. I mean, Jamie and Ciampa are my co-pilots, Dr. Thorpe, Orange Cassidy and Gargano who are our Engineers.”

Seth took turns shaking everyone’s hands before introducing the people standing around him.   “This is Balor, Priest,” I started shaking their hands “Um…. Sheamus, Butch and Holland.”

I waited a beat for their ranks before realizing they wouldn’t be given. Everything was so relaxed here.

I heard footsteps coming from inside the ship and turned to see Mello tentatively coming down the ramp with his duffel bag. He looked questioningly at me as if asking permission, and I signaled to let everyone out of the ship.  

The people Seth had just introduced me to were quick to greet my crew and passengers, grabbing bags and loading them onto the golf carts as they did. Seeing my crew and passengers coming off the ship and seeing the planet for the first time was almost as exciting as I was coming down the ramp. Wide eyes, smiles, laughs. I’d done this. I’d gotten everyone here safely. A tear of relief threatened to fall from my eye. Orange scooted closer to me, wrapping an arm around my shoulder. Jamie came up from the other side, wrapping an arm around my waist.

“You did it, Cap.” Orange said.

“WE did it.” I answered.

We stayed a couple more minutes watching as colonists greeted our crew and passengers. Hugs, handshakes, smiles and laughter abounded. Many of the crew members and scientists paused to give me and the flight crew a pat on the back. Tilly came over to hug me, holding me too tight and whispering, “I knew you could do it!” before going back to the friends she was with.

Priest, who I’d just met a few minutes ago, stuck his fingers in his mouth for a loud whistle to get everyone’s attention. “Let’s all head into town.” Seth said and we started walking away from the pad. I’d thought the golf carts were there to give us rides into the colony, but instead they were used to carry luggage, although I did see Owens and Zayne hanging off the back of one, grinning mischievously like school-boys.

I saw Roman out of the corner of my eye. “Will you excuse me for a second?” Seth said yes and took the break to talk to one of the cart drivers.

I practically ran to Roman and I jumped into his arms. “You did it, baby girl. I knew you would.” He said as he spun me around once. That pesky tear of joy came out now, snaking down my face as the cool ocean wind chilled it. “Ok, go do your thing. I’ll see you after my lab is set up.”

“Love you.” I whispered as I hugged him again and went back to Seth.

Residents of the colony lined the streets, waving and cheering as we passed. They all seemed to be as excited as we were. Flags of different countries hung from doorways, pieces of cloth had been strung together to create Mexican-style decorative flag bunting that hung between the houses and across the streets and children had filled the streets with chalk art. Laugher, cheers and welcomes rang out. This was a party and we were the guests.

“So, you’ve got 531 residents here?” I asked Seth as we walked through the settlement.

Seth was quick to answer, “Your information is out of date!”

I turned to him, thinking quickly, “Did you lose someone?” I said with sympathy.

Seth answered with a chuckle. “No. No not at all. We have someone new!”

It took a beat for me to realize what he meant. “There’s a baby?”

He nodded with a smile, “As of last week. We now have 532 residents.”

We entered a building and Seth knocked on a door to the right of the front door. “Honey, you decent?”

“Oh… uh…..” A woman said. “Hold on…. Ok. Yeah Yeah, Come on in!”

“Becks, This is Commander Y/L/N.” He introduced. “Commander, this is my wife Becky.”

“Y/N” I said as we walked into the room and found a beautiful red-headed woman rearranging her clothing after breastfeeding.

“Hello!” She was bright eyed and excited, but I couldn’t tear my eyes away from the baby. They were perfect. “Would you like to say hi?” The woman offered me the little infant; who was so tiny I couldn’t believe it.

I took the baby, holding and rocking it in my arms. “And this is Roux.” Seth said holding a finger to the baby who smiled  and cooed up at him while gripping the finger.

“I wasn’t expecting a baby.” I smiled down at the child. “Hello Roux. Welcome to…..” I was going to say welcome to the world, but I realized that was wrong… “our universe. Seth? She’s yours?”

He beamed the smile that could only come from a proud father. “She’s ours.”

“She’s precious.” Jamie said as she followed Seth’s example and held a finger out for Roux to grasp.

Finishing up what she was doing, Becky took Roux from me and grabbed a cloth satchel that I guessed she was using as a diaper bag. “We’re ready. Let’s head over to the square.” At that, we left the building, walking around the block and seeing a large open space with a stage in the town square.

The square was surrounded by houses, all small and white and made from the organic plastic that surrounded the pad. The colonists had found ways to personalize their homes; Fruit trees grew from raised garden beds, flowers sat on window sills, bright colored curtains peeked out from inside the houses.  

A few minutes later, Seth and Becky, who held baby Roux, took the stage. A quick, very loud whistle from Seth quieted everyone. “I’d like to formally welcome you TOI 1452 B.” A huge cheer rang out from everyone. “I’m Seth. I’m Base Commander, Mayor, Architect and…” he paused as he tried to remember.

Becky jumped in “Barista, babe.”

Seth chuckled, “And barista.” Everyone laughed.

“That reminds me, Cap” He motioned me up to the stage. “I have a very, very important question for you.”

Anticipating his question, I answered. “I have 500 cases of coffee and 400 coffee plants for you.” The crowd went wild with clapping and laughter. “Are you out of coffee?” I laughed and Becky answered.

“We’ve been on tight rations. One cup per person per day. It’s been hell.” She chuckled as she said it and all of the colonists laughed with her.

“Allright!!!!” He motioned for the crowd to quiet down. “Can all the newcomers hear me?” My passengers and crew said yes. “So, Welcome. First off, the number one rule of this colony is to do NO HARM to this planet. That means no dropping things. The winds on this planet can be brutal, so everything needs to be secured at all times. Can we all agree to our motto: LEAVE NO TRACE?!” As Seth said it, the colonists who could hear him said the phrase at the same time. Those who couldn’t hear him echoed the phrase as they heard it. As our crew and passengers heard it, they repeated it too. Of course, I did too.

“We don’t stand on ceremony here. You don’t have to call me Base Commander or Mayor. Just call me Seth. If the colonists call you by your name instead of your rank, please don’t take offence. We all live here. We all work here, and we’re all equal. If something needs done, we do it. Doesn’t matter what our titles are or what our degrees are. For less popular positions, like waste management and washing the outside of the colony walls, we rotate so everyone does their turn. It is fair.

For the next few hours, colonists will be helping the scientists set up their labs. If you look over here,” He pointed to a row of colonists who were sitting at tables. “When this meeting is over, go there and find the colonists assigned to help you. You’ve been paired up with the scientists you’ll be working with while you’re on Super Earth.”

“Lastly, dinner will be served at 1800 hours in our cafeteria” He pointed across the square to a large building. “but we have snacks and drinks set up now if you get hungry early, but don’t ruin your appetites. Our colonists have been working hard to cook up a feast for you.”

My crew and passengers broke out clapping and cheering.

“There are 2 people to a house, so when you’re finished with your work, head into the cafeteria where we have the housing station set up. Tell us who you’re bunking with, and we’ll assign you a house.” He turned to Becky and asked “Is that all?”, and she nodded.

“We’ll see you all at dinner then.” Seth unceremoniously walked off the stage, and the colonists started moving…. Some inside buildings and houses, some back to the landing pad, some to help carry our luggage.

The next couple of hours were hectic. Seth, Becky and my crew had a million questions for me, and I found myself stuck to one area instead of being able to help. I’d much prefer helping set up the labs, but instead I was stuck reading reports on ships systems, identifying which crates belonged to which scientists and directing the delivery of our cargo load, much of which was filled with supplies for the colony.

When I was finally done at 1445 pm, I was happy to grab my duffel bag and head to the cafeteria to get my house assignment.

A grizzled young man sat behind a table, “Hey Cap. I’m Dean.” He stood and shook my hand. “Who you rooming with?” he asked as if he’d already asked it a million times today.

I was a little nervous when I answered, “Dr. Reigns.” What would the colonists think about me falling for someone on the trip. Would they send a long-range communication to Earth to report the relationship? But Dean didn’t blink an eye. “Oh yeah! I forgot he said that. Ok, He grabbed a scanner from the table, pushed a few buttons on it and held it to my eye before typing on a computer pad for a second. “House 32” He said. “Dragon?” A young man turned to look at Dean before heading our way. “This is Diego. We all call him Dragon. He’ll show you to your house.”

I thanked Dean before greeting Dragon. He didn’t speak much, and when he did, he had a heavy accent. “This way.” He led me to the house. “Now, just hold your face here for an eye scan.” I did as he showed me, and heard the front door unlock. I opened the door, thanked the young man who promised to see me at dinner and turned to go.

I heaved my bag inside, looking through the very tiny house. There was one room, a living room consisting of one small couch and a coffee table, with a tiny kitchenette on one side. A second room was our bedroom, and I spied a small bathroom just beyond, but my favorite site of all was Roman unpacking his bag into drawers.

“There you are! Welcome home.” He came and wrapped himself around me. Kissing me deeply. I could lose myself in his kiss; especially after this momentous day, but it would be rude not to go to dinner.

“Lab ready?” I had expected it to take much longer.

He nodded as he handed me a much-welcomed cup of water. “Hmmm.” It tasted awful! Nothing like the water on Earth. There was a musty taste that reminded me of feet.  “That’s gonna take some getting used to.” I chuckled.

He laughed, “Yeah, I think I’ll be drinking a lot of tea and coffee.”

I unceremoniously plopped on the couch. “How did you get the lab set up so fast?”

He sat next to me, giving me a kiss before answering. “These people are amazing. All of them are in amazing shape and have tons of energy. Maybe something in the water is giving them strange alien powers.” He teased. “Just kidding. I had a lot of very helpful colonists working with me. When I left there were just a couple more labs to move.” He wrapped his arm around the back of the couch and pulled me into his side. “What have you been up to?”

“Basically? Standing in the middle of the square answering questions, directing payload movement and paperwork.”

“Sounds boring.” He laughed.

“I wanted to help with the labs, but I couldn’t get free.” I laid my head on his shoulder.

He kissed my forehead and we settled into a comfortable silence as we snuggled. “Oh, Hey baby” He said. I peeked up to see him smiling. “Your life’s ambition was accomplished today.”

I sighed. “It was.”

“Is it everything you wanted?” He asked.

In truth it was way too soon to tell if Super Earth was going to live up to my expectations, but so far, the landing, the people, the colony was better than I had imagined. I nodded yes. “I think it’s going to be better than I’d hoped, but we shall see.”

A Feast! The colonists had cooked up a feast for us! Two tables filled with food. Casseroles, stews, soups, breads, rice…. As we’d heard, they had made all our favorites. Seth and Becky had saved us a place at their table. 

“Sit. Sit you two.” Becky said when we she saw us. “How is everything? Settling in?”

We took our seats, and a man came by with some coffee and tea pitchers, filling our glasses quickly. “I have to say, this is amazing! We can’t thank you all enough.”

“We definitely feel welcome.” Roman added.

“Did we hear you’re a couple?” Becky said.

I didn’t know what to say. Would they care? “Uh…”

Roman finished my thought. “Yes, but she’s scared NASA will think less of her for falling in love with a passenger.”

Seth and Becky looked at each other while they laughed. “That’s how we fell in love too. NASA understands if you put people in close quarters for months on end, someone is gonna fall in love” He said.

“Really?” I asked.

Becky smiled wide and started to answer but was interrupted by a gong. Everyone stopped to look in the direction of the sound. “Dinner is ready.” A tall young man in an apron yelled.

“Awesome!” Seth said. “Let’s get in line.” He jumped up, grabbed the baby from Becky and led the way to the buffet.

The food, much like the water tasted odd. Not terrible, but not delicious either. It would take some getting used to. When Roman caught my eye, he smiled at me knowingly. I almost laughed out loud.

Despite the odd flavors, my crew and passengers were having a great time. A small band set up and music and dancing ensued. Carmello found me at one time and handed me a container of food. I could tell it was from the ship; which meant Mello cooked it; which meant it would taste amazing. All he said was “I got your back Cap… Always.” I hugged him while I laughed.

“Thank you!” Roman added.

“I also got a package of Oreos tucked away for you. I’ll deliver them tomorrow.” He winked as a beautiful young colonist pulled him onto the dance floor.

“You Rock!” I called out to him.

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Tilly sat at a table with a mix of our crew and colonists. She was telling the colonists about space dodgeball. Everyone was fascinated. She stopped mid-sentence and stood when she saw me approach. “Captain” she said.

“You don’t have to call me captain here, Tilly.” It was weird to call her by name.

“Yeah, but if I stop now, I’m afraid I’ll forget when we fly home.” It was an issue I expected and was inclined to forgive. There was a good chance I’d mess up too.

“I understand. Walk with me.” Tilly turned back to the table saying she’d be back.

“Just a few minutes.” I added as we took a few steps away; enough to be out of earshot from the table.

Tilly fidgeted with her hands in obvious nervousness. “You’re not in trouble.” At that she relaxed. “Tilly, you have an amazing ability.” I started, and she smiled a bit.

“What’s that Cap?”

“You have the ability to make the people around you feel at ease.”

Tilly’s room-brightening smile burst forth. She very quietly said “Thank you cap.”

“No. Thank YOU!” I said. “It was you and your faith in me and your ability to calm people that helped me the most today, and I thought you should know that.”

Tears welled up in the young woman’s eyes. “Cap, I mean,” her fidgeting returned.. “that’s just…I don’t know what to say.”

I smiled warmly, “You don’t need to say anything, but I wanted to let you know how important your kindness was today, and I wanted others to know, which is why” I pulled out a tablet I was holding, clicking the screen to turn it on, “I’m putting a personal Captain’s Commendation in your file.”

 This was a huge honor. Only about 3 people got these a year; and only when their actions had directly helped a Captain. She took the pad from me and scanned what I had written. Her engineering skills, her calm under pressure. and that Tilly would be an amazing ambassador, because she possessed an uncanny ability to put those around her at ease.”

She started crying. “An ambassador? I’ve never even thought about that.”

“I’d like you to think about it, seriously. I’ve spoken to Cassidy. He agrees with me, and, if you want to explore being an ambassador, he’s willing to let me borrow you one day a week.” She started to protest, saying she had a lot of work to do, but I stopped her. “Coffey has grown so much over the past 4 months. He’s already doing more than expected. I bet he’d be willing to learn some of your job. It’s not permanent, just something to think about.”

She was a little dumbfounded. “Tilly,” she looked at me. “This is a huge opportunity. Be my liaison with the colony one day a week. If you don’t like it, you can go right back to engineering, but if you do like it, and I’m sure you’ll be great at it, you have a chance to move way up in rank. I highly suggest you do it. Opportunities like this don’t happen often.”

Hearing my words, she started nodding fervently. “Yes! Yes! Of course Cap. It would be my honor!” She hugged me quickly then realized how inappropriate that would be on the ship. She started to pull away, but I hugged her back.

“At this rate, you’ll be ready for the Captain’s chair in a couple of years.” I said.

@mindofasagitarius @lclb13 @serenityfiretrash @lustyromantic @reigns-5sos @bigpsychicbagelauthor @omg-im-such-a-masochist @marlananicole @wickedsunfire @starwithaheart for the wolf fic @spookys-girl for the wolf fic @pitlissa22 for the wolf fic @snowpanda18 @thesamoanqueen @sassginaswanmills

#roman reigns #roman reigns fanfiction

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ೃ༄ TWENTY TWENTY T’REE (sheamus x fem!reader)

ೃ༄ PAIRING: sheamus x fem!reader

ೃ༄ REQUESTED BY: anon

Can I have a one shot with sheamus where he’s kinda irritated and speaking loud and fast. Just ranting to his partner and he turns to see her trying not to laugh because she loves his strong accent

ೃ༄ WARNINGS: none (unless u count laughing at his accent. reader is gonna laugh at his accent)

ೃ༄ WORD COUNT: 788

ೃ༄ NOTE: THIS IS VERY SHORT BUT as someone who is dating an irish person…. this is the story of my life don’t get me wrong my girlfriend is the loml but sometimes i do have to ask her to slow down. just read everything in an irish accent pls

you heard sheamus arrive home before you saw him. the telltale sound of a car door slamming in the driveway gave away how your boyfriend was most likely feeling, so you resigned yourself to readying the comfort as you finished up your work.

you were lazily thrown across the couch, laptop on your thighs as you flicked through spreadsheets for your job. no day off apparently.

as the door to your home opened, you could hear telltale irish muttering that the day hadn’t quite been everything he had wanted it to be. he seemed to kick his shoes off as opposed to place them on the rack neatly, if the banging against the hallway door was a good enough sign.

“i’m home.” then came a tired shout, and you chuckled to yourself at the obvious statement.

“no way.” was your sarcastic response, turning your head just in time to see your boyfriend appear through the doorway, wasting no time in shooting you a (hopefully) playful glare. “welcome home, love.”

for a moment, he cracked a smile through the layers of frustration, walking over to where you sat and leaning down just enough to peck your lips. his hair was still slightly damp from a shower at the training centre, the feeling of it touching your forehead making you shudder momentarily.

“how was training?” you felt vaguely like your were poking the bear, seeing the way his shoulders tensed at the question.

sheamus immediately jumped into busying himself around the room, unpacking his bag and putting everything back in its place. “it was a load of shite. boss man pulled me into his office not even half way t’rough, something about a new storyline that’s entirely bullshite if you ask me.”

you raised an eyebrow, allowing him to move around you as you formatted something on your spreadsheet, noting down a total at the bottom. “in what way?”

“they’re just not even trying t’ hide their favouritism now — got the most insane match cards lined up with winners ya wouldn’t even t’ink possible. half the guys in t’ locker room don’t like it, but we’ve gotta do what the boss man wants.”

you hummed noncommittally, typing something into your laptop as he continued in the background.

“i’m fed up at this point. we cannay even have a day these days, then i got put t’rough a table wrong in training, proper botched it and could barely get up for a second. i tell yous it’s gone to shite since the hey days, could do with a whole rebrand a’ this point but i don’t t’ink even tha’ could save us.”

by now, you were barely following what sheamus was saying. he had a habit of talking fast when annoyed, and this time was no exception, but coupled with your half focus — you wouldn’t deny you had lost entire understanding of what he said half way through. it was something you had noticed in the years you had been together; no matter how used to his accent you had gotten, he always got more irish the moment he was even slightly upset. unfortunately, the thicker accent coupled with the speed usually equaled y/n losing everything he was saying.

you had to chuckle to yourself as he went off again in the background, thankful he wasn’t looking in your direction as you tried to hide your amusement behind your hand.

“i dun’ even know their reasons for this one, i t’ink they’re just t’rowing shite out there now ‘nd hoping for the best. they used to give us reasons for whatever they did, but now it’s just ‘hey sheamus my man do this entirely unreasonably t’ing just for views even though it doesn’t match your character at all’, it’s— are you alright there?”

you glanced up to see sheamus looking straight at you, clearly having seen the way you were practically folded in on yourself in amusement.

trying to calm yourself down was worse, the laughter you were suppressing coming out in snorts by now. “i’m so— i’m so sorry! you’re-“ you hicupped “you’re just very irish.”

“no shite sherlock.” your boyfriend responded, but as you looked up at him, he was cracking a smile of his own, the frustrated expression he had worn before cracking in its facade “have i ever told you i hate yous?”

you giggled again, lying full on your side by now on the sofa. opening your arms, you beckoned him to come join you with a smile that he mirrored on his own face “many times. you never fail to remind me.”

sheamus cackled loudly, practically jumping on top of you as he peppered kisses along your cheeks. “wait till you meet my father.”

#✍🏻 requests : anon #wwe imagines #sheamus wwe #stephen farrelly #sheamus x reader #sheamus imagine #sheamus wwe imagine #sheamus scenario #wwe x reader #sheamus x you

[piratewithvigor]

Wrestlemania 39 Predictions and why I think so

only way to retain sanity with an hour and 20 left until showtime

John Cena VS Austin Theory- If Theory beats him clean, I will have to actually lay down and die because I cannot stand that motherfucker and want him gone. I need him gone. If I had to pick between no longer having chronic back pain and no longer having Theory exist, I would pick the back pain every goddamn time.

Braun Strowman and Ricochet VS The Street Profits VS Alpha Academy VS The Viking Raiders- They've won every match thus far, it ain't an extreme guess. Nor do I really care. What I do care about is whether or not Alpha Academy breaks up.

Trish Stratus, Lita, and Becky Lynch VS Damage CTRL- I can't imagine that Trish and Lita are going to be around long enough to defend championships. They're part-timers. Because I know it's gonna happen, I haven't gotten emotionally involved.

Rey Mysterio VS Dominik Mysterio- The unloved child in me says I should want Dom to win, but Rey has the unloved child energy. Dom's been the abusive family member and I want him obliterated, but I also want him to hug Rey again.

Seth "Freakin" Rollins VS Logan Paul- I will actually cry if I have to see Seth get pinned. Especially to this son of a bitch. I hope he heard me when I told him to burn in hell.

The Usos VS Kevin Owens and Sami Zayn- I do not want to be right. I desperately want to be wrong. More than anything I want to see Kevin and Sami win. But I can't keep putting on the clown makeup.

Charlotte Flair VS Rhea Ripley- Another case of hoping I'm wrong. But I'm also too tired to really care because Charlotte always wins.

Liv Morgan and Raquel Rodriguez VS Natalya and Shotzi VS Ronda Rousey and Shayna Baszler VS Chelsea Green and Sonya Deville- Only two with big enough names to have a chance of being champs ever. And I still don't really care.

Gunther VS Sheamus VS Drew McIntyre- Tricky cause of the rumors about Drew having contract troubles. I think Drew could win if there were no rumors, but if he isn't getting resigned, they won't belt him.

Edge VS "The Demon" Finn Bálor- Edge is way too angry to not win. He is a pissed off boi

Brock Lesnar VS Omos- This is not the first time they've fought and just like every other, Brock won't get pinned, but he will lose by DQ like he always does

Bianca Belair VS Asuka- This is the closest one. Either one could be champ for sure

Roman Reigns VS Cody Rhodes- No one in their right goddamn mind would keep the belt on Roman. No one in their wrong goddamn mind would keep the belt on Roman. He has no story left to tell. That being said, if an Uso gets out there, then fuckery will happen

#WWE #Wrestlemania #they don't make this hard on me

[dirtywrestling]

Hateful Lovers - Pete Dunn (18+)

Pairing: Pete Dunne x Female!Reader

Summary: You can't stand Pete and Pete can't stand you. What happens when you two are booked in the same hotel room together for one night?

Warnings: 18+, Enemies to Lovers, Reader is a tease, Pete lowkey an ass, Cussing, Cream pie, Smut, Minors DNI

Word Count: 4,995

Based On: This Imagine

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Your back collided with the tough mat as Bailey gave you a Russian leg sweep, the breath knocking out of your lungs. “You forgot to exhale.” Bayley pointed out as she noticed the sharp exhale noise you did. 

“I’m fine.” You called out to her as Bayley started to get up, she grabbed you by the hair, getting you onto your feet.

Bayley grabbed your left forearm, pushing you back towards the ropes to give you an irish whip. As you were being thrown away from the ropes and towards the other side, you heard the heavy entrance door shut, echoing throughout the arena. Too much in your mind you hit the ropes and rushed towards Bayley, giving her a shoulder tackle. 

Bayley’s back collided with the mat as she took the bump. “Oh yeah, she doesn’t want any of this!” You cockily said to the invisible fans trying to rile ‘them’ up but it was mostly for your entertainment. 

Since it was a Thursday evening and tomorrow night for Smackdown was in Tampa, Florida you decided to come a day early and train at the performance center. Thankfully one of your favorite people to work with, Bayley also had the same intention and you both started a practice match right away.

Bayley was selling her back from the shoulder tackle, you rushed towards the ropes, as she slid towards you, on her stomach, you jumped over her and rushed towards the other side. “Hip toss!” Bayley shouted out as you see her already on her feet ready for your attack. Connecting arms, you slightly jumped on the ball of your feet and did a front bump.

“That was dog shit!” A gruff English accent shouted, looking over at the side of the ring you scrunch your nose at the sight of Pete Dunne, leaning against the ring. “My grandma can take a better hip toss.” Pete scuffed.

You remember hearing the door to the building shut but didn’t know who entered, sadly it was your worst enemy, Pete Dunne. You don’t understand what you said or did to this fellow but ever since the first week being with the company had nothing nice to say to you. “Get out of here Pete, you sewer rat!” You barked, trying to focus on what to do next with Bayley. 

“I’ll get out of here once I’m done with training, how about you hurry up and get out of here.” Pete crossed his arms, watching as Bayley wrenched on your arm. Doing a backroll with Bayley still attached to your arm, you started to hit her with forearms from your right arm until she let go. As Bayley stumbled back to catch her breath, you whipped yourself around, staring down at Pete as you leaned over the time rope. 

“How about you go take a shower, it looks like you haven’t bathed in a week.” 

“Sadly no hot water in the sewers.” Pete teased with a smirk, his eyes drifting behind you. 

Feeling Bayley arm wrap around you, grabbing your wrist she pulled you into a ripcord, now facing her she wrapped her arms around your body and gave you her finisher, Bayley to Belly. You grunted as you went down on the mat and she covered you.

“One, two, three!” Pete said fast and slapping his hand on the mat even faster. You kicked out at ‘three’ only for Pete to intimidate the bell. “You lose, you suck, now leave. Sheamus and I want to practice.” 

You laid there as Bayley pulled away and now was resting on her knees as she looked down at you. “You okay?” She asked for the second time during the practice match. 

Your eyes stung, you couldn’t tell if it was from sweat getting into them or if you were crying. Pete’s words blow at your confidence in the ring and now you are nervous that you’ll have two left feet for tomorrow night or even worse, forget your spots. 

The sound of Pete’s large hand slapping against the mat echoed throughout the room, making you jump slightly. “Come on ladies, move!” Pete yelled as he jumped on the side of the ring, wiping his shoes before entering between the ropes. 

“Come on, let's go get some lunch.” Bayley said as she stood up on her feet and extended her hand for you to take. Reaching for her, you cupped your hand into hers as she pulled you up on your feet and guided you to the other side of the ring to leave. “You’re a dickhead, Dunne.”

You and Bayley exited from the ring and headed towards your bags. “Hey now, it’s not my fault Y/N is terrible in the ring.” Pete said, leaning against the top rope, watching as you packed your items. “Right, Y/N?” 

You didn’t say anything as you threw over a sweatshirt and pulled over the hoodie so you could shield yourself from Pete’s cruel words. “Right, Y/N?” Pete asked once more, sounding a bit sad that you wouldn’t respond to him. “Y/N?” Pete called out once more as you threw your gym back over your shoulder and made your way towards the exit.

“Try not to scare off Sheamus with your rudeness, Pete.” Bayley said as Sheamus walked up the ring steps.

“Huh?” Sheamus asked in pure confusion as he missed the whole situation unfold due to getting his workout clothes on. Sheamus didn’t miss the way Bayley glared at the Brit and neither did Pete. Sheamus shook his head after seeing you and Bayley leave. “Bro, you’re going to ruin your chance with her.”

“Shut up and wrestle me.” Pete snapped, not wanting to talk about his consequences. 

Your mind was boggled while your eyes were in a daze, staring up at the bright stadium lights blooming down on you. ‘What the fuck happened? What was the spot? What did I do? Where are we in the match?’

All these thoughts rushed into your mind all at once until you noticed paramedics sliding in the ring next to you. “Y/N, Y/N. Can you hear me?” A male said.

“Hmm.” You mumbled, blinking a few times trying to slowly sit up. 

“Woah, woah, wait. You might have a concussion. Hold on.” The paramedic examined your eyes as you were squinting from the light behind him. “Okay, we’re going to get you up. Alright?” 

“Yeah.” Your voice was soft and your headache but you slowly started to remember what happened as you looked around, the crowd almost silent until you got onto your feet. They cheered as you stood on your own, a bit wobbly. Some fans were in near tears thinking you actually got hurt, thinking it was all a part of the show. But, you really did get hurt. 

“B- Bayley, where’s Bayley?” You asked, looking around while the two paramedics helped you through the ropes and out of the ring. 

“She’s backstage.” The blonde paramedic said as he helped you up the long ramp and back behind the curtains. 

“Christ, Y/N are you okay?” Bayley asked, rushing towards you and giving you a big hug. You winced making her back away. 

“I’m- I’m fine.” You said, ignoring the pounding feeling in your head and the pain in your neck.

“What the hell happened out there?” Bayley asked. “It was like you forgot the spot we did and I nearly knocked you out.” Bayley frowned.

Your eyes cast upon the tile floor as your mouth became dry. “I did.” You finally looked up at her with a frown. “I did forget my spot. I don’t know what happened, it was like I was too much in my own head and well I just froze.” You frowned not knowing what happened. Something caught your eyes behind Bayley, in the distance. 

Your eyebrows furrowed as you saw Pete Dunne in the background, his brown eyes stared at you while his tag team partners were talking about tonight's match. The look on Pete’s face had your stomach in knots, it looked as if he had guilt written all over him. You felt your face heat up, this man was the reason why you became anxious in the ring. He made you second guess yourself when doing moves all because he criticized you during all of your practice matches.

You balled your hands into tight fists that your nails dug into your palm, you were about to take a step towards him to confront him but Bayley stopped you in your tracks.

“Don’t do it, he’s not worth it.” She said, wrapping her arm over your shoulder and guiding you away from the group. You looked over your shoulder to give Pete one last glance only to see his sad puppy dog eyes were staring at the floor as if he was second guessing himself.

The city lights were bright and beautiful in the night sky. Your head rested against the cool window as you watched the building pass by as you sat in the back of some strangers' car. You weren’t big on uber drivers especially being alone and late at night, but you wanted to get the hell out of that arena, you wanted to be alone. Plus, it wasn’t like any car dealerships were open so you could rent one. 

As your eyes were slowly becoming heavy and the comfortable coolness of the window slowly drifted to sleep before the car came to a stop. “We’re here.” The driver said with a smile. 

Jerking your body away from the window, you sniffed slightly and rubbed your eyes. Looking out to make sure it was your hotel you gathered your items. “Thank you, I’ll leave you a five star review.” 

“I appreciate that, thank you!” The driver named Jacob, or Jake, you couldn’t really remember, spoke to you. Exiting out of the car you threw your bag over your shoulder. As your uber drove away, another SUV took its place, pulling up behind you. Paying no mind to it, you walked inside, squinting at the fluorescent lights beaming brightly in the lobby. 

Blinking a few times, your eyes adjusted to the brightness as you approached a woman smiling at you with a neatly pressed uniform on. “Hi! Do you have a reserved room?” 

“Huh, no actually I was hoping you guys had extra rooms left?” You wanted to face palm for not ordering the room in advance but you were busy with other things such as training, exploring the city and even running into a few fans while doing so. 

You watched as the woman typed on the computer. The more she scrolled through whatever page she was looking at the more you worried they were out of rooms. The weight of your back was starting to kill your shoulders and you wished something would pop up soon before your lower back and shoulders gave out. As you were about to call it quits and find another hotel the woman smiled and looked at you. “It looks like someone just canceled their reservation. I have a bed for the night.” 

A sigh of relief exhaled your breath as your tired eyes were begging for sleep and your body begging for a hot shower. “Yes please, I’ll take it.”

“Aye, wait!” A thick British accent erupted behind you. “I need a room too! Don’t you dare tell me you’re getting the last room, Y/N.” 

You cringed behind you hearing Pete’s voice shout in your ear, you wanted to spin around and smack him for causing you a headache but you withheld yourself. “I’m sorry sir, but she was here first and got the last room.” The worker informed Pete. 

“Nuh-Huh, I am not paying for another uber to drive me to another hotel.” Pete’s voice was now echoing throughout the lobby and the last thing you needed was someone recording his little tantrum. “I’m crashing with her.”

“Oh the fuck you are!” You hissed towards the male. “You are not sleeping in the same room as me.” You argued back. 

“I am not going anywhere until I get that fucking room key.” Pete stared down at you, his dark brown eyes staring into you. He was tired as well, the dark circles under his eyes were heavy and you could tell not only was he tired but cranky. 

“If you two can’t come to an agreement I need you both to leave or I’ll call the cops.” The woman said with a shaky voice, obviously uncomfortable with the yelling. You gritted your teeth knowing the only way you were getting that room was if Pete was too. 

“I’ll even pay.”

“I can pay for myself.” You spat at him.

“Really? Last time I checked your sales were down and you weren’t getting shit in your paychecks.” Pete smirked down at you as you looked away. You hated that somehow someone leaked your rating of merch sales. 

“Fine.” You stepped away from the counter for Pete to pay for the room as you headed towards the elevator, not wanting to be around him. Pete pulled out his wallet and handed the woman his credit card as she swiped it for payment in exchange for the room key.

You huffed with an eye roll as you watched Pete stroll towards you with a cocky smirk on his face. “Since I paid for the room, I got the bed.” He pressed the up button for the elevator. 

Your jaw dropped at his words. “Oh hell no I fucked my neck up during the match tonight. I am not sleeping on the floor.” You stomped your foot against the marble flooring like a child. 

The elevator dinged and the doors slid open, Pete walked in first and pressed the button for what floor our room was on. “Well, I’m not sleeping on the floor.” Pete chuckled. “Guess we’ll share the bed or you can sleep in the bathtub, you’re choice.” Pete shrugged watching you slip in the elevator right before the doors closed.

“Whatever.” You mumbled, wrapping your arms around your aching body, you held yourself tight as you watched the numbers climb up and stop at the fourth floor. As the doors opened you followed Pete down the hallway towards the room. Not saying a word to him, you watched as he swiped the card and opened the door. 

Looking inside you saw it was a pretty standard hotel room. One queen size bed in the middle of the room, there was a dresser and the television on top of it. The mini fridge was tucked in the corner with a microwave on top. “Cozy.” Pete hummed, placing his bag on top of the bed and digging through it. 

You placed your bag on the other side of the bed, which faced the AC. “Nuh-Huh, I paid for it so I get the AC side.” Pete said. 

Rolling your eyes, you didn’t fight with the Brit, grabbing your bag you tossed it to the other side of the bed, rounding the foot of the bed you went on your side and went back to digging through the duffle. Gathering your pajamas you went towards the bathroom to shower. Shutting and locking the door you exhaled a tiring breath. 

Just one night, you can do this for one night. Is what you yourself as you look at your reflection in the mirror. 

Sighing softly you exit the bathroom fully clean in a fresh pair of pajamas. You rubbed the towel against your damp hair to collect any more of the water as you walked back to the bed. You froze seeing Pete laying on top of the covers flipping through the channels on the television. “What the hell do you think you’re doing?” You choked out, looking away from him.

“Watching tv?” Pete raised an eyebrow towards me. 

“Where are your pajamas?” You shouted, still shielding your eyes away from Pete who was only in his boxers. 

“I’m wearing them.”

“No! You’re wearing boxers, where is your shirt and pants?” 

“I get hot when I sleep, you’re fine. We basically wear nothing when we wrestle anyways.” Pete pointed out. 

Groaning, you looked to see that he was now under the blanket. Moving towards the bed you pulled back the covers and got under them, laying on the soft mattress. “You better stay on your side.” You demanded, laying on the other side of the bed, nearly hanging off.

“With pleasure.” Pete grumbled as he shut the television off and rolled over, the room was eerily dark and the only thing to be heard with Pete’s shallow breaths as you slowly fell asleep.

Your body was fuming like a furnace, uncomfortably hot and slightly sweaty. Your eyes still shut as you were partially asleep until you tried to move but a large arm was wrapped around your waist. Sighing softly, you relaxed into the pillow and were about to drift off fully to sleep until you remembered where you were and who you were with.

Your eyes snapped open. Darkness filled the room, looking towards the nightstand the red lines of the clock showed it being 2:33am. Pete’s arm still wrapped around your waist in a tight hug, you tried wiggling away from him but you were already so close to the edge. Freezing when you heard Pete grumbling in his sleep, you didn’t want to wake him. He was already so crabby when he was awake you didn’t want to know what he was like when being forced out of his sleep.

A silent squeal escaped your lips as Pete pulled your body closer to his, your back flushed against his bare chest. You felt your face heat up and your body becoming warmer. This man’s body temperature was built differently as if he could survive the winter with no coat or jacket. You exhaled a slow breath, grabbing his wrist you tried pulling his arm off of you but in that moment Pete scooted closer to you making you freeze.

That’s when you felt it. The rigid hardness against your cheeks through your thin pajama bottoms. Pete’s hard cock grinds against your ass, a soft moan escaping Pete’s throat in his sleep. You quickly pushed Pete away from you harshly, gagging loudly. 

Pete snored, jolting awake his heavy eyelids opening in alert manner as he scanned the room. “Wh- What? What!” Pete shouted as he noticed you gagging and now standing by the side of the bed. “What the fuck, Y/N! I’m sleeping!” 

“Why are you hard?” You shouted at him. 

Pete took a moment to hear your words. “What? I’m not!” Pete said, hold the blanket closer to his form. 

“Yes you are! You were cuddling me and I felt your boner against my ass!” You felt the need to rush to the bathroom to take another hot shower and scrub your body.

“Why were you letting me cuddle you!” Pete argued back. 

“What- What do you mean! I was asleep and when I woke up you were cuddling me! I didn’t force you to cuddle me!” You yelled back at him.

“I’m a cuddler! I cuddle in my sleep! I’m sorry!” Pete said aggressively but he meant his apology. “Just come back to bed and go to sleep, we have to get up in a few hours.” Pete dug himself back into the mattress and pulled the blanket closer to him.

“You expect me to sleep in the same bed with you while you have a boner?” Your eyes darted towards the blanket where he was pitching a tent and back up to his face.

“Well, I can’t really get rid of it right now, now can I?” Pete hissed as he rolled over, his back facing you. 

You swallowed, slowly you climbed back into the bed, the mattress dipping with your weight now being on it as you pulled the covers up, you stared at the ceiling. “So, like, does it hurt?”

“What?”

“Your boner, does it hurt?”

There was a silent pause for a few seconds before Pete spoke again. “I mean, it doesn’t hurt like painfully but it’s annoying. Why do you want to help me get rid of it?” Pete threw in a bit of sassiness into the question but there was that long pause waiting for you to reply.” 

“If you want me to.” 

“What?” Pete asked again.

“I said if you want me to.”

“Shut the fuck up and go to bed, Y/N.”

You felt the covers being pulled more towards Pete as he held them closer to himself. “No, I mean it. I mean I don’t like you and I know you don’t like me but I’m not going to let you suffer in pain.”

Pete rolled over, his back on the mattress as he now was in the same position as you. “One, I’m not in pain and two, I don’t… Not like you.” Pete said. “You’re annoying, okay? But I don’t… Hate you, I mean you get on my nerves but I don’t hate you.”

“But you’re always so mean to me.” You frowned, looking at him.

Pete turned his head and looked at you with a shrug. “I’m British.” He laughed. “Well, if you’d really like to help me, it has been awhile since a tight cunt has been around my cock.” 

You felt your cheeks burn at how he spoke cooly about not having sex in a while. “Maybe I changed my mind.” 

“Don’t tease me girl, my cock is aching to be touched.” Pete whispered only for you to giggle, hearing him beg sounded different from Pete when he wasn’t yelling at you in the ring. 

In a swift motion, you were on top of him, straddling his lap, pinning his cock against his toned stomach. Pete hissed softly at the feeling of your weight pinning him. “Thatt’a girl.” Pete hummed, his hands going to your waist, massaging it. 

Slowly grinding your hips against him, you let out a soft moan as your clothed clit grinds against his cock. “Fuck.” Pete sighed, tilting his head back. 

Looking down at the motions of your hips you saw Pete’s pre-come already staining his boxers. “Someone’s eager.” 

“Shut up.” Pete bit back slightly with a blush upon his face. 

“It’s cute.” You hummed, raising yourself up you pulled his tight boxers down his thighs, exposing his thickness. You admired how it bounced out of the confinement of his boxers and twitched freely, begging to be touched again. You awkwardly kicked off your pajama pants and tossed them to the side, now straddling Pete once more but with panties on. 

Grinding against him once again, the fabric of your thong grazed against his growing cock with each movement. “Hmm.” Pete hummed deeply. “Need you, now.” He moaned. 

“Say please.” You smiled, it wasn’t everyday you see Pete Dunne begging.

 “Baby, please.” Pete sucked in a breath as your movements went slower against his cock. “Y/N, please ride me.” Pete swallowed thickly as his voice was hoarse. “Need your tight pussy around me, make me feel good.”

Your stomach clenched hearing Pete whine and beg for you to fuck him, to give him the relief that he so needs. “Well,” You placed your hand upon his chest and slowly dragged it down, you could feel his skin break out in goosebumps. “Since you’ve asked so nicely.” You raised yourself up once more and pushed aside your soaked panties and slowly grind your bareness against Pete’s cock, rubbing your juices against him. 

Pete shivered at your actions, his dark lustful brown eyes watching your every move, a soft groan escaped his lips as you grabbed his thick cock. “Is this what you wanted?” You asked, slowly placing the tip in between your lips. 

“Y- Yes, fuck yes please.” Pete panted heavily as his cock twitched in between your folds as your pussy slowly swallowed him as you sunk yourself down. “Oh, fuck.” Pete sang as he was buried deep inside of you. “You fucking feel fantastic.” Pete sighed, his eyes fluttering shut. 

You let out  a soft sigh as Pete was stretching your walls to a perfect meter. “Hmm, you feel good too.” You gave him a wolfish grin, rolling your hips Pete sucked in a breath. 

“Fuck, if you keep doing that you’re gonna make me come.” Pete whimpered out.

“That’s the plan.” You snickered as you started to slowly rise yourself up, you sunk back down doing this motion repeatedly and started to pick up momentum. Soon you were slamming yourself down Pete’s cock, choked moans left the both of you as you were fucking yourself on him. “Fuck, Pete!” You cried out as your walls tightened around his thickness, your creamy juices dripping down his heavy sac and onto the bed sheets. 

“Shit, Y/N. You’re fucking sucking me in deep, princess.” Pete moaned, planting his feet on the mattress, he gripped your waist and started to pound up into you. Your jaw dropped slightly as his cock head was hitting all the right spots. “Fuck, yes, yes fucking take this cock!” Pete sobbed as his cock kept pushing further inside of you, his balls slapped against your skin, echoing throughout the room. “Fuck, almost yes, almost there, that’s it. Y/N, fuck, gonna take my come baby? You’re gonna fucking take it!” Pete’s cock twitched harshly inside of you, hinting to you that he was close to his orgasm.

“What- What the fuck?” Pete asked as you pinned his waist down to the mattress. “Y/N? What the fuck, I was about to come.” Pete panted, sweat forming on his brow as he scrunched them in confusion.

“Well, Pete since you’ve done nothing but torment me since I’ve been in the company. I think it’s time for payback.” You stopped your movements but Pete’s hard length was still fully inside you.

“No, no, no!” Pete sobbed. “Please, Y/N I’m sorry. I should have never been mean to you, just please, fuck- please let me come inside your sweet pussy.” Pete was begging as if his life depended on it. Pete let out a sob as you squeezed your walls tightly around his thick cock. “Fuckin’ hell! Don’t be a bitch!” Pete sobbed.

“Me, a bitch?” You laughed. “You’ve torched me, Dunne. Got in my head, made me injure myself in a match all because of your cruel words. I think you can let me fucking enjoy this and have you writher underneath me.” 

Pete swallowed thickly, slightly twitching but he nodded in agreement. “Say it.” You said.

“I- I’ll be good.” Pete whispered.

“Say ‘I’ll be a good boy’.” 

“I’ll be a good boy.” Pete corrected himself. “I’ll be a good boy for you, Y/N.” Pete shivered underneath you, his cock still hard in your tight channel. 

“Good boy.” You smiled down at him as you slowly started to rock your hips against him, grinding at your own pace. “Hmm, I have to say, Pete. You have an impressive cock.” You moaned as you bounced your ass back down on him.

“T- Thank you, thank you, Y/N.” Pete’s cock twitched inside of you. “I- I don’t know if I can hold back any longer.” Pete whimpered. The sucktion of your wet cunt had his cock aching and begging to release his seed. 

“Shh, just a little longer. I like the feeling of your thick dick inside of me.” You let out a cute little moan that made Pete twitch again, driving him crazy. “I’ve thought about you a few times.” You slid back down on his cock, going back up, his cock nearly exiting out of your fucked pussy but you pushed back down, moaning.

“Y- Yeah?” Pete choked, watching your movements with hooded eyes. “Like how?” His hands still gripping your waist but never trying to make you move faster.

“Slowly riding you like this, taking you in the ring during practice matches, fucking you backstage.” You shrugged as if it wasn’t a big deal. “Daydreaming of you making a mess of me, stuff like that.” 

“I- I can do that.” Pete gripped your waist, nails digging into your flesh.

“I know you will and we’re gonna.” You started to pick up the pace once more, the sweet sound of his dick entering your wet pussy echoed off the hotel room walls. “And we’re going to start by you coming deep inside of me.” You moaned, gripping his chest, you raked your nails down his bare skin making Pete hiss in agony and pain but he didn’t dare complain because he didn’t want you to stop. 

“Come in me Pete, come deep inside of me.” You moaned as you slammed down on his cock, the bed shaking underneath the both of you as you fucked yourself harder on him. 

Pete’s eyes rolled in the back of his head as the sweet taste of relief started to climb higher. “Oh- Oh fuck, oh god- Y/N. Fuck! Take it, take it baby!” Pete cried.

Gasping loudly you felt his hot seed explode inside of you as you chased your own orgasm, your vision blurred as you screamed Pete’s name, still bouncing on his cock while you rode out your high. “Oh Petey, fuck!” Shivering, it felt like lightning bolts shot up your back at the overdosing feeling of Pete’s come painting your insides. You both exhaled a breath and you slowly rolled off of him, nuzzling against his naked body. 

A comfortable silence formed between the two of you. You could feel yourself slowly fall asleep until Pete said something.

“You know, maybe you are good at something.”

“Is that something being your cock warmer?”

“You’re gonna get me riled up again, doll.” Pete growled as he pulled you closer to his form and kissed the top of your head. “But yes.”

Pete Dunne's Masterlist

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[kayfabebabe]

Hi Mitch! Encore and Enthusiast for you ⭐️ for the ask game

Hallo Simone!! I hope you're doing okie and staying awesome - Thank you so much for the Ask <3

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Encore ~ List wrestlers you wish would come back

Oh man… There's a bunch of wrestlers who are longer with us that I would give anything for them to come back and wrestle again. Kerry Von Erich, Test, Owen Hart. We lost them too damn soon.

On the flip side, I'm patiently waiting for the day that Randy Orton, Bobby Roode, and R-Truth come back. I, also, wish with absolutely everything that Big E was able to wrestle safely. He is the human version of sunshine.

Enthusiast ~ Wrestlers whom you have a crush on -OR- Wrestlers whom you are a fan of?

If I'm being completely honest, there's a bunch of cross-over between the list of wrestlers that I have a crush on and the wrestlers that I'm a fan of. So, I'll leave it up to your imagination which is which. (Caveat - I'm limiting it to active wrestlers for now.)

Jon Moxley Claudio Castagnoli Kevin Owens Nattie Neidhart Eddie Kingston Shotzi El Desperado Sheamus Butch/Pete Dunne

#Ask Answered #THANK YOU SIMONE! #<3 Sweet Friend <3 #The Human Speaks #I will be losing my mind when Randy Orton comes back #Ask Game

[bird-likes-to-fandom]

I WOULD LIKE TO HEAR ABOUT FRANK (oceans homelife makes me so sad and I love every second of it)

Okay!! His full name is Frank O'Connell and he's Ocean's maternal uncle!

He has a sister and a brother, Rebecca and William.

I imagine Frank is the most "normal" out of all of them? Like their parents were really strict and catholic and also rich, meaning they were hard on their kids. His older brother William thrived in that environment and sort of became a Mini version of them, while middle child Rebecca absolutely crumbled and swore a personal oath to never become like her parents, and Frank turned out normal for the most part. He's got a healthy amount of distaste for his parents and he definitely went to therapy for a bit, but he's got a good head on his shoulders.

They're Irish! O'Connell is an Irish surname. Frank has red hair like his grandparents, but his parents and siblings have brown hair. Ocean can thank the O'Connell side of the family for her gingerness.

Frank is Deaf and went to a school for the deaf as a child because his parents had the money! He's very involved in the Deaf Community and married his high school sweetheart. He has three kids, a daughter around two years younger than Ocean and twin boys who are five years younger than her. They all sign, obviously, and when Ocean meets them and she knows ASL because of Ricky, everyone is so delighted.

Frank is more sympathetic to his sister than anyone else in the family. He tried really hard to get through to her, but eventually he just stopped when it was clear she wouldn't listen. He loves Ocean, though. She's his favorite niece!

He lives in a big city! He went to Uranium once to find out if his sister still lived there after years of not speaking with her, and that's when Ocean found out (at age sixteen) that she had family other than her parents. In my some of my AUs, he's just a present figure in her life that she loves bc then it interferes with canon and who she is as a person, but in the flowershop/animal shelter/coffee shop AU, he took custody of her when she was ten after her parents got arrested!

i love him sm, thank you for sending this ask!! i love talking about my hcs and the kids' home lives/families.

i imagine he looks a bit like Sheamus from WWE? His skin is a bit tanner and he had lighter hair, plus more wrinkles and freckles, but same face shape kind of??

#ocean brings the choir to meet him and his family bc they're her family now #frank's sons LOVE ricky #ocean o'connell rosenberg #rtc #ride the cyclone #bird likes to perch on the mailbox #rtc ocs #<- i guess? #ride the cyclone oc

[south-of-heaven]

sheamus x reader having a baby?

Dad || Sheamus x Reader

Summary: Sheamus is the best dad ever, better than you ever could've imagined.

The late afternoon sun cast a warm golden glow over the backyard as you leaned against the porch railing, your heart swelling with a profound sense of contentment. In front of you, the sight that unfolded was nothing short of heartwarming.

Sheamus, your husband, was in the midst of a spirited game of tag with your young son, Shane. His fiery red hair, matching his father's, seemed to catch fire in the sunlight as he sprinted across the lawn, giggles of delight escaping his lips.

You couldn't wipe the smile off your face as you watched them. Sheamus was a better dad than you ever could've imagined, and every day, your love for him grew stronger.

Shane, with his tiny legs, was doing his best to outrun his towering father, and Sheamus played along, his movements slow and exaggerated to let the little boy have a chance. Every time Shane tagged him, the jubilant cheers were infectious.

Finally, Sheamus let himself be caught, dramatically collapsing to the grass, causing Shane to laugh and cheer in triumph. He climbed onto his father's back, wrapping his little arms around Sheamus' neck.

"Gotcha, Da!"

Sheamus chuckled heartily, reaching up to ruffle Shane's hair. "Aye, ye did, champ!"

As they lay there in the grass, you couldn't help but reflect on how lucky you were. Sheamus had embraced fatherhood with open arms, and his love for Shane was evident in everything he did. From teaching him how to throw a rugby ball to helping him build sandcastles at the beach, Sheamus was the dad you had always dreamed of for your child.

Watching them now, you knew that the bond between father and son was one that would only grow stronger over the years. Shane had a hero, a protector, and a best friend all rolled into one in his dad.

Sheamus looked over at you, his eyes warm and filled with love. "What are ye smilin' at, love?"

You shook your head, tears of happiness threatening to spill from your eyes. "I'm just so grateful, Sheamus. You're an amazing dad."

He grinned, his dimples deepening. "And I've got an amazing family."

With that, he scooped Shane up into his arms and made his way over to you. Your son giggled and squealed as Sheamus planted a loving kiss on his tiny nose, his bright blue eyes filled with adoration.

As Sheamus approached, he wrapped his free arm around your waist, pulling you both into a warm, tight hug. The three of you stood there, bathed in the golden light of the setting sun, your hearts entwined in a love that only grew stronger with each passing day.

It was moments like these, watching Sheamus be the incredible father that he was, that made you realize just how lucky you were to have him as a partner and Shane's dad. And as you stood there, surrounded by your little family, you knew that your smiles were mirrored by the man who had stolen your heart and had become the most wonderful dad Shane could ever ask for.

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