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vanillawurld · 9 months

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༊*·˚Groupie Love

✧.* Pair - Roman Reigns x Fem! Reader

✧.* Tags & Warnings - Cursing, fluff, slow burn-ish? cornyyyyyyy

✧.* Summary - After getting lost in the big halls where Monday Night Raw was being hosted, Reigns decided to swoop in and help her. From there, a beautiful connection starts to blossom with the WWE star and the lovely girl.

✧.* Extra - Set in Roman's Shield era

✧.* Word Count - 1,544

Y/N remembers the first time her and Roman laid eyes on each other. It was on a Monday Night Raw event that her brother practically forced her to go to and the shield were making their apperence to ambush Cena, Orton, and Sheamus. When she heard their theme start playing and the men rushing down those long stairs, she didn't expect one of them to land their perfect eyes on her. Her heart skipped a beat when she saw the muscular man smirk at her while going down those long stairs. And it wasn't the last time Reigns acknowledged the girl. Throughout the weirdly long ambush, Roman kept snapping his neck to find Y/N and whenever he did, they always managed to lock eyes.

It was hard for Y/N to manage not to shy away from Roman's stare. Every time he would look for her in the crowd, her face and chest would get a warm but loving feeling.

After the shield left the ring, Y/N lost all interest and focus on any other match. All that was left in her head was the way Roman would stare at her. Even when he was supposed to be focusing on fighting Randy Orton, his eyes would wander off in the crowd to find her. In those stolen moments, she would think about why that man kept looking for her in the crowd.

Roman's action didn't go unnoticed. When him and his group were in the locker room, Seth asked him why he kept looking at the crowd like he was looking for someone. Roman didn't want to tell him that a beautiful glowing girl caught his attention so he lied and said it was nothing. But It was far from nothing though. From the time Roman wasn't in the ring, whenever he would memorize her face, he would smile. He needed to get close to her. He needed to figure out why he had the urge to be with her.

After hours of wrestling, screaming, and music, the event finally ended and it was time to go. Y/N didn't feel any remorse for ignoring the show that was happening in front of her eyes. Throughout the whole time, her head was in the clouds. Thinking of Roman. She didn't even notice the show was over until her brother grabbed her arm and dragged her with him so she didn't get lost in the crowd. While they were both leaving, her brother started to go on about the show. Her brain took no notice of her brother rambling about how amazing Brock Lesnar did this move or how Kane did that move. She didn't care.

"Oh wait, I want to go look at the merch," Her brother suddenly said. He let go of Y/N and started speed walking towards the hundreds of booths filled with WWE merchandise. Y/N took no interest in looking so she stood by a corner to wait for her brother. That was until she needed to use the restroom. She informed her brother to which he said "Yeah, okay. I'll meet you in the car," and kept looking at the merchandise in front of him. Y/N rolled her eyes and started to wander off to look for a bathroom.

'This was a mistake' she said in her head. She was lost. She knew she should've asked for help as soon as she was out of her brother's sight. Y/N was stressing out and making her situation even worse by continuing to roam around. She couldn't stop walking in fear of getting yelled at for being in a restricted area. She decided to stop and lean against a wall to call her brother for help. She didn't know how he would be able to help, but she just wanted to get out of there. As soon as she pressed on her brother's contact, she heard footsteps coming near her presence.

"You okay, ma'am?" she heard a deep voice say behind her. She turned around and saw him standing in front of her. Looking at her with a slight smile on his face.

"O-Oh, uh... Yeah, I'm okay. I just got lost looking for the bathroom," she told him. Roman chuckled at her response. It's not every day that a fan gets lost looking for the bathroom...maybe.

"Here, I'll help you find the bathroom. Don't worry," He said. Y/N mentally sighed. She got saved from embarrassment. "My name is Y/N by the way and you must be Roman Reigns!" she chimed.

Roman chuckled, "Yup that's me, but my real name is Joe so you can call me that". Y/N smiled and mouthed his real name again. She found it funny how he already gave her his real name after meeting him for just 6 seconds.

As they walked together, they were struggling to figure out what to talk about. Both of them wanted to break the awkward silence, but they didn't know how. That is until Y/N's brain started to remember when Roman kept staring at her when he was out in the ring. She wanted to ask him what that was about, but she was afraid that he would say that he wasn't staring at her. She didn't want to get humiliated by thinking a famous person kept staring at her.

Her thoughts were interrupted by Roman, "You sure you're okay? Your facial expression says that you're not." Y/N's cheeks got warm from how quickly he picked up her expression and thinking state.

"Yeah, I'm okay. I'm just thinking about something. That's all." Her voice got quieter. Roman looked at her and stopped walking, causing her to stop walking and turn to face him.

"Thinking of me staring at you while I was in the ring huh."

Y/N's eyes widened. She was right. "So you were staring at me," She softly said while smiling. "But why were you staring at me so much?" she asked. Her heart started beating faster after hearing Roman's confession. Her heart beating lighting fast and scared to hear his reasoning.

"To be honest, you just caught my attention. It’s crazy ‘cause … every day I looked into a crowd and lay eyes on a lot of people, but none of them have really captured my attention like you have. It’s not just your looks that caught my attention… it's something about you. I can’t really figure out what or why." Roman said.

She felt the butterflies in her stomach multiplying after hearing his response. She furrowed her eyebrows and looked at Roman with heart eyes. "Maybe one day you’ll figure it out," she replied.

Roman chuckled, "Well that’s only if we get to talk and interact more. Which, im not complaining about,” Y/N giggled and simply nodded her head.

The two just kept staring at each other. They were so caught up looking into each other's eyes that Y/N forgot she had to use the restroom. That moment was ruined when Y/N's phone started to ring. It was her brother. Y/N didn't realize how long she was gone and instead of picking up the phone to tell her brother she was fine, she sent him a text saying she'll be out in a second.

"I'll walk you out, don't worry."

When the two finally made it out of the building and into the parking lot, Y/N was kind of devasted. She didn't want to go. She wanted to stay with Roman and continue talking about hard feelings. As corny as it sounded, she would do anything to experience that again with Roman.

Y/N wasn't the only one hit with that devasting feeling. Roman didn't want Y/N to leave either. He still wanted to get to know her more. He felt like he was robbed from time.

"When will I get to see you again?" she softly asked Roman.

Roman looked at her and smiled, "Soon. The next WWE event is set a couple hours from this city and I'll be there. I can even buy your ticket if you want. I really want to see you there." he replied.

Y/N nodded her head and started walking toward her brother's car. But before she got close to the car, she turned around and smiled at Roman. "I'll wait for you," was the last thing she said to him that summer night.

˖◛. *. ⋆ Vanilla Speaks

IM BACK AND THIS WAS SO CORNY

p.s I didn't proof read this so YOLO

p.p.s guys send in requests im bored

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aalyssah · 7 months

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That Damn Nickname

Pairing: Pete Dunne x Fem!Reader

Warnings: Smut. Aftercare, Cursing, Hair Pulling, Spanking, and Unprotected Sex. Minors DNI 18+

Word Count: 1,267

Summary: You call Pete a nickname in front of his friends, causing them to clown him, so he bends you over and fucks you in his locker room as punishment.

A/N: First time writing for Pete Dunne and I might write for him more if it goes well.Hope You Enjoy!

You don't know when you started calling Pete Petey, but it's become a thing over the past couple of months.

You do know how it started. You were talking with your friends backstage in NXT when Pete came along.

You two were dating at the time and were well known for that backstage.

It was after his match when he came to you and gave you a kiss in front of everybody. The girls cooed, teasing you, and you remember Toni saying, "Big meanie Petey kissing his girl backstage." And that's when you started to call him that.

Ever since then he gets annoyed and even asked you to stop, but as the days, weeks, and even months pass, he knows you're not gonna stop, so he's learned to accept it, but there's one rule about the nickname;

Don't call him that in public.

Your day was going fine with you walking backstage on Smackdown when you heard loud laughing from the end of the hall. You turned around to see the Brawling Brutes with Drew McIntyre and Matt Riddle.

With a devilish smirk on your face, you made your way to the group, spotting your boyfriend. He had a scowl on his face, but the moment he saw you his eyes lit up. "Hey boys." You greeted, butting into their conversation.

The others greeted back, but Matt was a more friendly type of guy. "Hey bro." Matt grabbed you, pulling you in for a hug. He playfully swayed you from side to side. "Awe man, your nails look sick, you gotta teach me that design!"

Matt yelled, grabbing your hand and twisting it in his grasp. He recently started painting his nails, so it's no surprise he wants to learn from you. "Oh yeah, text me and I'll help you out!" Your little conversation was cut short when you heard a growl behind you.

You were then pulled back, your back hitting a hard chest. You looked up to see Pete standing there, staring at Matt with a death glare.

You quickly took his hand in yours as an attempt to calm him down before a fight breaks out. "Woah Petey, calm down. We were just-" Your explanation was cut off by the sound of a loud laugh coming from Sheamus.

"I'm sorry, Petey?" The boys began laughing when they finally heard you. "Yeah, Petey? It's a nickname. He hates it, but I think it's cute!" The guys could barely hear you over there laughing.

Pete threw you a glare that made your panties wet. You gulped when the laughing died down. " Yeah bro, calm down Petey." Matt mocked him, making everyone laugh again.

With an annoyed noise, Pete grabbed your hand, dragging you away from the men. He sped walked through the halls without a word. "Pete, what are you doing?" It was like your words were deaf in his ears as he ignored you, walking down the hall to his locker room.

He finally made it to the room, opening the and shoving you in. He locked the door, staking towards you. "Pete, why are we here?" He stayed quiet looking at you.

You nervously let out a chuckle, looking around. "Uh, say something?" Next thing you knew, you were pinned to the wall, a shocked gasp escaping your lips. "Petey!" A groan escaped from his lips. "That! That right there is why we're here. I told you not to call me that in public!"

You shrugged your shoulders, not knowing what to say. "Well you were about to beat Matt into a fucking pulp, what did you want me to do?!" Pete closed his eyes to calm himself down from your yelling.

"You broke the rule." He said darkly. "Y'know what happens when you break a rule." You gulped, feeling scared. "You're really lucky though. I gotta match in about-" Pete paused, looking at the clock on the wall.

"20 minutes, so we gotta make this quick, yeah?" You gave him a confused look. "What are you gonna do to me in 20 min-" Pete shut you up, grabbing you and pushing you against the couch.

"Pete what the-" A rough slap was placed on your butt, a loud high pitched moan erupting out your mouth. Pete quickly pulled your pants and underwear down, while pulling his own down.

“Pete we shouldn’t do this here, you could’ve waited till we got back to the hotel. This is so-” Pete groaned at the feeling of your warm cunt squeezing him. He thrusted in and out of you at a normal pace, holding your hips tightly.

You moaned out, dropping your face on the couch pillow, but Pete quickly fisted your hair and pulled your face up.

A surprised screech came from you at the harsh pull on your hair. “You better not put that head down. Everyone’s gonna hear you.” Your eyes rolled back at his harsh tone.

You tried to keep up with him, pushing your body back to meet his thrust, but it didn’t do good. Pete had full control over you. The way he fucked you, the way his hips pulled back and then forward, how loud he could make you, everything.

Pete slapped your ass, groaning as he watched it jiggle. You let out a squeal, smiling once the burning slowly went away. “Come on Petey, fuck me harder.” Pete growled, quickly pushing your head down in the pillow and pounding restlessly in you.

The loud clapping echoed around the locker room as he abused your poor pussy. “Shut up, shut up. Shut The. Fuck. Up with that Stupid. Nickname.” Each word was punctuated with hard thrusts.

You squirmed in his hold and screamed in the pillow as he fucked you.

He usually wasn’t this rough, but god did it feel good.

“Pete, oh my god, d-don’t- oh fuck-” Your words were muffled by the pillow, but could hear every word, a smile being pulled to his lips. Pete could see and feel how close you were. Your legs were shaking, and your back was arching every second.

“Go ahead and cum for me Y/n.” Pete carefully rubbed your clit between your legs, watching your body break down. You came with a loud scream, body falling limp on the couch.

Pete chased after his release, feeling your cunt clench down on him. “Fuck, I’m gonna cum, get on your knees.” Pete gave a few more thrusts before pulling out and pushing you on your knees.

Your back was against the couch as your legs felt like jelly. Pete tugged at his cock, animal realistic grunts falling from his lips as his cum shot out his cock. You held your tongue out, his cum shooting in your mouth, your face, and some even on your shirt.

Pete was breathing heavily above you, looking down at your used body. “Bet you learned your lesson, didn’t you.” He cockily asked expecting no answer, but when a smile spread across your face, his expression turned dark. “Yeah Petey, it really did. It taught me to piss you off more, so you’ll fuck me hard.”

Pete was about to grab you and remind you one more time to shut your mouth, but a knock at the locker room door stopped him. “Pete, you're up in 5.” A staff member called from outside, telling him his match was next.

He grumbled under his breath helping you clean up.

“Thank you Petey, good luck on your match!” You kissed his cheek and skipped out the room.

That damn nickname is gonna be the death of him.

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itjazzbicch · 2 years

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Small Confessions

Pairing: Drew McIntyre x Fem Reader

Summary: The reader, being long-time friends with Drew McIntyre and Sheamus, is hurt deeply by their fighting, trying to remind them of their friendship just to be shut down and more hurt by Sheamus, walking off before Drew can step in. So, Drew visits her at home, reminding her that they are best friends, and ends up sharing a small confession with her…

Warnings: SMUT! (18+ ONLY!) (Drinking, Swearing, Hairpulling, bit of rough sex, creampie)

Word Count: 2.2k

Tag List: @demonqueen29 @peachy-satan00 @new-zealand-chic @crowleysqueenofhell @unoficialy-married-to-ace-austin @thatpanpal @damnnhausen @irish-newzealand-idian-dutch @linziland13 @xxx-jazz-xxx @writtingrose @cuzimacomedian @april-jeanette-wagner @starwithaheart @seeingstarks

I DO NOT OWN THIS GIF:

"Drew! Sheamus!"

Why did Adam Pearce even bother anymore? It's been how long that Drew and Sheamus have been fighting non-stop, anywhere, any time.

Deep inside, it did pain me because once upon a time, we were a trio of true friends with big dreams that we all got to accomplish together. Now, this? Just constant fighting? They must've forgotten that I was still here.

"Sorry they're like this Adam," I sighed, marching over and yanking Drew by the hair, Sheamus by the ear, yelling, "Don't you two ever get sick of fighting one another?!"

Adam was watching in shock, wishing he came to me a long time ago as I clanked their heads together hard, then tossed them to the floor on their butts.

"What happened to being best friends, no matter what?" I snapped, looking between the two groaning and rubbing their heads, "Going from nothing to something together! What happened to it? Now, you two fight and bicker like little kids! Get a grip. It's already bad enough that you two almost lost your Money in The Bank spots! Just cut it out, for the love of Pete!"

"Oh, don't ya start ya stuff, Y/N!" Sheamus rose to his first, scoffing at me, "This doesn't concern you, so buzz off!"

"All I want is for us to be friends again, Sheamus," I huffed, letting out emotion, "You just expect me to toss our friendship like trash? Like, how long have we been friends?"

"That's exactly what ya need to do," Sheamus breathed, yelling at me, "It is trash!"

Sheamus's words truly broke my heart into pieces. No matter what happened between the three of us, our friendship still prevailed, and hearing him call it trash, I was defeated. The sadness in my eyes was quite obvious.

For a moment, I didn't realize on my other side that Drew was getting back up, looking even more pissed off, then Adam just had to insert himself:

"Sheamus, you-"

"No, don't." I glared at Adam, having all eyes on me, making sure I glared at Drew and Sheamus too, "I guess I'm not their friend after all. I shouldn't have bothered."

There must've been a scary look on my face because everyone stood still, watching me leave till I was out of sight and not daring to move.

They always say words are just words, but they can truly hurt. Since I wasn't booked, I gladly packed up and went home. Once I was home, that little fight left my mind, and being back home was like normal. I put up all my things, took a shower then slept.

In the morning, it was no different either. Woke up, had a cup of coffee, went to go work out, took a quick shower, started cooking some food and I heard my doorbell ring.

Lucky them, the food I had cooking was done; turning off the stove then headed over and when I opened the door, I found something I didn't expect.

Drew always had the cutest smile that you couldn't look away from, white roses in one arm and a gift bag in another, smiling at me:

"There's my best friend!"

It was so hard for me not to smile, knowing that Drew was a true friend despite his fallout with Sheamus, but I still asked:

"What's this, Drew?"

"I know ya don't want me fighting Sheamus anymore, but I was very ready to claymore him after what he said to you," He began, seeing how it hit him in the heart just like it did to me, "And it literally made me cry when you said that we're not friends anymore. So, I'm here to remind you that unlike that scumbag Sheamus, you are my friend. My best friend."

That put the brightest smile on my face, on top of my favorite flowers, needing to know what was in that bag? How could I be so heartless and deny all of that?

"Drew, you big softy," I smiled, hugging him tightly, "I didn't mean that towards you, really. I know you'll always be my friend."

"Always, Y/N," He laid his head on top of mine, swaying softly and offering, "A game's about to come on. Wanna whip something up and watch it? We can also use your gift."

"Let's do it," I smiled, taking the roses as he stepped in, "What is the gift?"

Drew always knew me well, making me laugh while heading to the kitchen island, whipping out my favorite bottle of whiskey, "Great for a game day."

"Should've known," I laughed, heading over to the window where I kept my flowers, making those gorgeous white roses right at home in a vase, taking a slow breath in to smell, hearing behind me:

"Ooh, steak!"

Turning, there was Drew at the stove, eating the steak that I had prepared in the skillet for the sandwiches I was going to make and enjoying himself.

"Can I even make the sandwiches first, Drew?!" I scolded, shooing him away from the stove, "I just worked out and need the food."

"It's good!" He protested, stealing one more piece, "I can't help it."

Shaking my head at him, I went ahead and began to make our steak and cheese sandwiches, this time he helped rather than eat it all, and got us two glasses of whiskey so we could sit at the television and turn on the football game.

Moments like these were the best. Good food, whiskey, and a very good game. Once our food was gone, we were yelling at the television like crazy, whiskey maybe influencing how loud our voices were, jumping at certain times when our team scored.

"Come on! There ain't much time left!" Drew was literally on the edge of his seat, scoffing when I said:

"I don't know if they're gonna get it!"

"Bet ya fifty bucks?" He offered, positive that they were going to score, both of us standing and I agreed:

"Bet! They're not-"

"HELL YEAH!" Drew jumped for joy as they scored, winning the game, "Where's my money?!"

"Your money?!" I played back, pushing him softly, "I don't owe you shit."

"Ah! Ah! We made a bet and-" He began and just for fun, I used the coffee table as a step stool, jumping up and also pushing it so I could DDT Drew onto the couch cushion, rolling away to laugh:

"And I bet you didn't see that coming!"

I had to hold my stomach from laughing so hard but came to a slow stop when Drew picked his head up, giving me eyes like a tiger, even while playing.

"Now, Drew-" I went to deescalate, but there was no deescalating, taking off the second Drew got to his feet.

"Why are you running, Y/N?!" He began to chase, running around the couch at first, till I started booking it to my bedroom so I could try to hide:

"Running? I'm not running!"

Damn it, he was fast and I ended up squealing super loud when he ran through and tackled me onto the bed, beginning to tickle me and then raid my pockets:

"Ya owe me fifty bucks! Kick it up!"

"Drew, stop!" I laughed even when he wasn't tickling me, "I can't breathe!"

"How ya talking then!" He made us laugh more, to the point where we weren't breathing, collapsing on my chest and slapping the bed.

"They call you a Scottish psychopath, when you're really the Scottish goofball," I breathed in deep, looking to see his messy hair and bright blue eyes connect with mine, getting that serious, psychopathic look he could get, but was still playful:

"Now, you're gonna get the psycho."

I went to gasp but was left breathless when he kissed me, so deep and beginning to press my body into the bed, not expecting this but not letting the moment be wasted, kissing him right back, holding onto his jersey when he started feeling my legs.

"This is my favorite jersey," He looked down at my clenched hand in his shirt, seeing how hard I was gripping, cocking his eyebrow when I suggested:

"Just take it off then."

"Oh yeah?" He snickered, sitting up and taking it off, slow and showing off every muscle in his arms, chest, and core, having me licking and biting at my lower lip, not paying attention till he said, "Like what you see?"

I just nodded softly, fighting the squirm in my hips, but he noticed, sending my heart racing when he put his hands on my knees, spreading my legs out, connecting hips and bringing his chest back to mine, "I can tell."

"You know that I'm a straight-forward person, Drew," I reminded him, softly grinding my hips up to his, "Where are we going to go with this?"

"You know exactly where we're going," He smiled, kissing me again, a lot more impatient and stronger, hands going right for my clothes and I helped, getting down to my panties then going after his pants, but he stood up, doing that for me.

My eyes were so fixed on his marvelous body that it caught me off guard when he yanked me by the ankle, flipping me to my stomach, really turning me on when I felt his hand in my hair.

"Don't think I forgot how you pulled me by the hair on Friday," His laugh was no good, pulling my head back and the other hand pulling my panties off, using his thigh to spread my legs, "Figured I'd return the favor."

"Don't act like you didn't like it," I joked, throwing a sexy smirk back at him, going to back my hips up, but my jaw dropped.

Kneading at the bed softly, I took a deep breath, taking in the feeling of his cock finding its way into me, the way it was splitting me with such strong friction, so warm and creating a wave of fire across my nerves when he pinned his hips to my ass, the tip of his cock as deep as possible, greeting my sweet spot.

I already knew that was the only softness I was going to get, ready to hold onto the blanket as he pulled his hips back, leaving just his tip:

"You're really gonna like it, I know that."

There was a small strain in my throat from the sharp moan jumping out, strong hand yanking my hair, pulling my entire body back onto his cock, hips thrusting hard and about putting me in two, showing me that he didn't like it slow.

Neither did I, slight tears in my eyes from the burn, but the pleasure so good that it had me in a daze already, only straining my voice more with louder moans, his pounding so strong I could feel the ricochet ripple through my body.

"I fucking love it!" I whined hard, pushing my face into the mattress to rest my neck for a moment, walls clenching hard and it was just driving him even more crazy.

"Love it, aye?" He was so proud already, laughing softly at the drool at the side of my mouth when he pulled my head back up, so out of it that I admitted:

"You know how many times I've dreamed about fucking you? Damn, right I love it."

In return, he kissed me with a passionate force, tongue swirling in when I began moaning, because his cock didn't slow for even a second, heart pounding so hard when he bit my lower lips, hand gripped on my hip and pulling back, confessing back:

"Think I haven't about you? I did kiss you first, remember?"

I nodded softly, crying out when he freed my lip, "God, Drew! Keep it like that!"

"Gonna tell me why?"

My body was shaking from how close I was, beginning to pant and it was harder to breathe his hand back in my hair again, not going to get what I wanted till I said it, not like he needed to ask anyhow because before he could say anything again, I gasped hard:

"Because I'm ab-; I'm cuming, Drew! Fuck!"

The only thing keeping me up was his hand, back bending and jerking my hips up toward him, pulling the blanket and sheets, growing weak in the knees when it all hit me, wet slick squirting out and sure making a mess of us as he kept going, groaning and swearing, but loving every moment, spanking my ass and holding on with a few more thrusts beginning to get the better of him.

"Come on, Drew," I looked back, begging due to the good feeling of his cock throbbing, closing my eyes and whining at the overstimulation, "It's just so fucking good."

"Sure the hell is," He breathed in deep, taking my wrists and keeping me pinned down, lifting our hips up just a little and pounding harder than before, having me bury my face to muffle the screams, picking up to get air and gasping at the hot feeling, walls coated in his seed, flooding in deep.

"Oh my god," My head dropped, drained but never feeling so good, slowly following along when he fixed me on the bed properly, laying on my back, huffing:

"Fuck, Y/N."

"You're telling me," I giggled faintly, looking in the corner of my eye to meet his, "Never seen this side of you and fuck."

He found it funny when my eyes rolled back and my head dropped again, not needing the words to know about our little confessions at that moment, but not leaving me hanging either:

"You can see it more if you want to."

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sulfurz · 9 months

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ೃ༄ 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.

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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.”

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judgementdaysunshine · 8 months

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🎮 with dom, specifically overwatch, please pookie

YESS MY DEAR

Laughs and chaos

Pairing: Dominik Mysterio x Male reader

Description: You and Dom play overwatch with friends

Warning: Swearing

You sit beside Dom as the two of you log in your Xbox's and join the party full of friends consisting of Austin Theory, Sheamus, Finn Balor, your friends Mark and Lydia, Sami Zayn, and Solo. You all get on overwatch each in different matches and the same ones, sitting in dom's lap "Who the fuck took Mccree?!" you laugh at the yell from solo when he realizes austin took mccree before the match starts and chaos ensues with a mix of yells, swearing, laughing, jokes, and cutting out which makes you all laugh even more as the chaos ensues "How did you die from that?!" you facepalm when sami dies by accidentally shooting himself and finn not even a few minutes into the match "WHAT THE HELL AUSTIN?!" you laugh on the floor when austin shoots mark with his sniper trying to shoot an enemy, you jump and yell when you see sheamus with a shotgun behind you "JESUS CHRIST WHAT ARE YOU DOING?!" he tries to say he thought you were a random but you immediately ran to where solo, dom, and austin were. "SHEAMUS IS TRYING TO MURDER ME WITH A SHOTGUN AAAH" you hide with austin beside you reloading "Thanks austin!" taking a sip of your drink but spitting it on the floor and endlessly laughing when you see solo as Genji kill sheamus who was playing as Widowmaker "WHAT KIND OF BULLSHIT IS THAT?! SOLO?!" you cheer in between the laughter as everyone laughs when they learn what happened "SOLO I'M GONNA HUG YOU THE NEXT TIME I SEE YOU" you manage to win the match as Tracer and dance in victory making dom laugh while recording you and sending it to all of the group who all laugh and smile at the video before finishing up and taking breaks. You and dom eat lunch together while talking to solo and austin before jumping into the most chaotic, funniest, and truly neverending match that all of you had ever been a part of, "MOTHERFUCKER TURN RIGHT SHIIIIT" you and dom burst out laughing when sami gets hit by a grenade by Bastian then it ended up to both of you sweating and crying when austin and sheamus die by a grenade doing damage and a shotgun blast that excuted both of them to the point you both had to check to see if you had peed yourselves but turned out it was only sweat from your legs as you finish up the match and spend the rest of the day watching movies before dinner and going to bed.

#wwe x reader #dominik mysterio #wwe #dominik mysterio x reader

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deepdisireslonging · 2 years

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Cheek to Cheek

The Reader has a request she’s never asked for. But Roman asks for her, and it makes a fantastic birthday present.

Pairing: Roman Reigns x Reader x Drew McIntyre

Warnings/Promises: food mention, SMUT, oral (female and male receiving), split-roasting, dirty talk

Word Count: 3000

Note: It’s mostly smut. Lovely, filthy, possessive and slightly fluffy smut. Comments and reblogs are appreciated. Enjoy!

You tried to keep Roman from pushing you towards the front door of your house. “Is there a particular reason why you were craving strawberries this morning? I thought it was only the wife who was supposed to get cravings.” With a grunt, you placed your foot on the edge of the porch. “And why that certain store all the way across town?”

Roman scooped you up anyways, taking the fruit out of your hands. “I’ve got a plan, and they’ll be good with something later.” Unlocking the door, he made sure you went through it first.

“Happy Birthday, Y/N!”

You shrieked as your friends and coworkers started to sing the birthday song. Soon you were laughing, lightly punching Roman in the arm. He shrugged, and handed the strawberries off to Naomi, who sat them beside the delectable cake sitting on your kitchen counter.

“Happy Birthday, dear Y/N, happy birthday to you!”

Everything was moving so fast. Ice cream and cake and a few brightly wrapped presents, you welcomed the space of quiet you cut out for yourself on the edge of the party. Some of them, because of the show schedules, you hadn’t seen in a while. I was nice to catch up with them. Others had made similar reconnections. At least one square of cake had flown across your yard, landing perfectly on its target to much cheering and applause. But the alone time in the quiet couldn’t last long.

Roman appeared behind you, wrapping his arms around your waist, and resting his chin on your shoulder. “Did you enjoy your surprise?”

“I did, thank you. But you didn’t have to do all this.” Waving your arm in a circle, you brought attention to the raucous that had become your backyard. If people didn’t keep an eye out, the square of grass was going to turn into a ring requiring a referee.

“Yes, I did. I like surprising you with things.” He kissed your temple, then whispered in your ear. “This isn’t all that I’ve got for you.”

You rolled your eyes. The man never stops. “Oh, I’m sure you do.”

Slightly offended, he sucked his teeth at you. “It won’t be only that.” Pressing his cheek to yours, he guided your eyeline to land on one other person. “I talked to somebody this week about something you’ve been afraid to ask for yourself.”

A gasp ripped through you. It caught the attention of the man you were looking at. That Scottish grin tugged at the side of Drew’s face, and he raised his plate of cake to you. When he winked, you shrank back into Roman’s chest, but he puffed it out. Forcing you to remain in view of the only other man you desired besides Roman.

“You’re not joking, are you?”

Roman kissed your temple again before standing straight. “I never joke when it comes to the needs of my girl.” He nodded over your head at Drew.

Soon you were standing in his shadow, backed up against your lover and husband with nowhere to go. “Happy birthday, Y/N.”

You swallowed thickly. “Th- Thank you.”

“If it’s alright, I’ll see you later to give you your present.”

He was gone, pulled away by Sheamus into a deep soccer discussion before you could squeak out a reply. Roman ran his hands up and down your shoulders. You calmed under his touch. Suddenly, you turned. Grabbing him by his shirt collar, you dragged him down for a kiss.

“Thank you, thank you, thank-“

Roman silenced you with a kiss. “Anything for you.”

Across the yard, Jimmy Uso shouted, “get a room!”

“If you would hurry up and eat your cake, we would have been there by now!” Roman tugged you into his chest to hide your embarrassment, flipping off his cousin while the rest of the party laughed.

{*}

The rest of the celebration went smoothly. It was the first time in a while that you’d been able to relax with your coworkers, many of whom you truly considered your close friends. They trickled out a few at a time and wishing you well.

Soon it was just you, Roman, and Drew.

The second the door shut, they turned and looked at you with equally hungry gazes. Like lions, they followed your retreating steps. Down the hall, bumping into corners, struggling with door handles. Roman pressed up against you, opening the last one into your bedroom when your hands couldn’t manage it in time. He picked you up by your waist, making you yelp. As Drew shut the door behind him, Roman planted you in the center of the room.

“I have to admit,” Drew said, “that I was a bit surprised when Roman came to see me. I didn’t take him for the kind of man to share.” He ignored Roman’s muttered “I don’t,” and started to pace around you. “It’s unfortunate that Roman got to you before I did.” Placing the crook of his finger under your chin, he made you look up into his eyes. “Maybe you wouldn’t be in such a predicament now.”

A warm torso stepped up behind you, trapping you between the two men once again. “Perhaps. But then you’d be in the predicament of having to come to me to ask for this little evening.” Roman ran his fingers through your hair, making your eyes close and your mouth part. He chuckled above you, laughing at how easily you melted under his touch, and at Drew’s shocked face of how little it took to make you moan. He stepped back, making you whine at the loss of his heat. “What can I say? You’ll always be my favorite number two.”

Drew rolled his eyes. “Aw, piss off, Reigns.”

You turned and slapped at Roman’s shoulder. “Could you behave for once?”

“That’s not usually my style.”

“It’s my birthday,” you pouted.

Stepping behind you, Drew wrapped his arms around your shoulders and rested his head to one side, mirroring Roman’s place. “She’s right, Roman. You shouldn’t deny the birthday girl the perfect version of her present.” He kissed the side of your head, making Roman growl.

To calm him, you wrapped your arms around one of Drew’s. “Please, baby? If this is supposed to be my present, can you two get along for a little while?”

That did it. Roman dramatically sighed. “I suppose so.” He snagged your wrist to tugged you out of Drew’s grip. “But you’re my girl, always and forever.”

“Unless she wants more, sometime.”

Roman shot him a glare. You laced your fingers into his. “I’m yours. Always and forever. Thanks for inviting Drew for me.”

“Anything for my girl.”

Drew snorted. “You’ve really got him wrapped around your little finger, don’t you, princess?”

“In about ten minutes,” Roman said, “you’ll probably be in the same position.”

Rolling your eyes, you took both men by the wrist and tugged them towards the bed. You guided each hand to a strap on your dress, then closed your eyes. It made your skin hot that you could tell their touches apart despite them moving in confusing patterns. One dipped under the front neckline to run his fingers over your breasts. The other reached back, spreading his large hand across your bared skin, then reaching for the zipper. As it came down, the other helped you out of the fabric. Unprepared as you were, your underwear didn’t match, one of the bows was missing, and you momentarily felt like this moment could have been better. Then the hands removed that fabric as well, and you didn’t care anymore.

When you opened your eyes, Roman was there to kiss your forehead. He made eye contact with Drew behind you, who kissed between your shoulder blades. You arched at the sensation.

“Watch this.” Roman ran his hands up your stomach to cup your breasts. Then he squeezed them, kneaded them and brought your nipples to stiff peaks. Your mouth fell open, gasping as he started to roll the buds between his fingers. His touch moved for a minute, then Drew’s hands were where his had been. Drew continued the motion, humming as you leaned back into his chest. Roman guided your feet apart. He reached between your thighs, then ran his fingers through the slick he found there. “Either that didn’t take long, or you’ve been wet all afternoon thinking about taking both of us.” He made you focus on him. “Which was it?”

He didn’t wait for your answer. Shedding his shirt, he nodded for Drew to do the same, taking up the motions on your breasts in the meantime. Drew sat on the edge of the bed. He pulled you into his lap, holding your legs apart with his knees. Roman kneeled, watching you pant and writhe with Drew working your breasts, and him rubbing up and down your thighs.

“Talk to her.” As he nosed up your thigh he added, “bonus points if you find the place on her neck to whisper and make her shiver.”

You glared at him.

Then Drew’s nose was running along your jawline. “Hmm. I wonder where that could be.” The rumble in his chest brought you close to a shiver. “I have to ask,” he kissed the top of your shoulder, “why did you wait so long to ask, princess? You could have had me at any time.” He moved his mouth to right behind your ear. “You could have had this cock filling you every night.” The shiver that shot through you made him trap you close to his chest. One hand spread across your stomach, while the other alternated between your breasts. Your arms were pinned to your sides.

So, when Roman started to eat you out, there was nowhere for you to squirm except back into Drew’s chest, and to grind back into his cock trapped in his jeans. He groaned in your ear, holding you closer. Roman nosed at your clit, helping to pin down your thighs with his grip keeping you open and spread across Drew’s thighs. Behind you, Drew continued to whisper questions of what you liked best. Below you, Roman brought you to the brink, leaned back so you would squirm, then to the brink again. Soon Drew couldn’t take you grinding on his cock anymore and reached for your clit himself.

“Does the birthday girl get to cum as many times as she wants, or will there be just one like lightening?”

Roman slowly licked bottom to top up your slit. “Depends. Which do you want, baby girl? So many that you can’t remember your name, or just the one that will knock you on your ass?” He curled two fingers into your slick. “You have to tell me soon. Or I’m going to pick.”

“Many,” you rushed. “Please. Don’t make me wait. I want to feel both of you. Please. Many, please, Roman-“

He grunted. “Keep working at her clit. And hold her tight, Drew. She’s… active when she cums.”

You could feel Drew’s smirk against your cheek.

They worked against you together. On edge already, the first orgasm quaked through your limbs. Drew tightened his grip, gasping with how much force there was in your release. He pressed his cheek to yours as you opened your eyes, and you saw what he saw. Across the room, your boudoir mirror caught your strung-out look and reflected it back. Roman’s head bobbed up and down as he toyed with your sex. Stringing you out, drawing your next release closer and closer. Drew’s ministrations on your clit made your chest heave.

“You look gorgeous, princess,” Drew groaned in your ear. “We’ve got all night to ruin ya’ and we’ve just begun.”

Roman took that moment to curl his fingers how he had learned over the years with you. Again, you shuddered and quaked, gushing on Roman’s tongue and arching in Drew’s hold. Roman stood up to swallow your cries with a rough kiss. He motioned for Drew to get rid of his pants while he worked on removing his own. Every inch of you was sensitive. Both men kissed their way over and around your body, nipping and sucking marks to claim bits and pieces of you.

Holding you lightly by your throat, Roman held you up to meet his gaze. “Do you want him, baby girl?”

Frantically, you nodded.

He pushed you to your hands and knees with your legs spread towards him. In front of you, Drew was very ready for you. His cock bobbed in front of your face.

“Go ahead,” Roman urged. “Taste it.”

“Come on, princess. Let me feel that hot mouth-“ Drew broke off with a groan as you wrapped your lips around his head. You moaned and hummed around him. Bobbing back and forth, you worked on getting as deep into your mouth as you could. Roman suddenly pulled you away, making both you and Drew gasp at the loss. “Reigns-“

“I need her attention.” Roman stroked your breasts, then ran his hand up to your throat, supporting your head. “You’re gonna make him feel good, right?” He grinned at feeling your hum under his fingertips. “While you’re doing that, I’m going to make you feel good too. Is that okay?”

“Yes, please.”

He pushed you back down, spreading his hand over your spine. “That’s my good girl.”

You warmed at the praise. Eagerly, you took Drew back into your mouth. Roman began to work into your sex, easing, pulling and pushing. The pushing sent you further down Drew’s cock, making him brace one hand back on the headboard. He gripped your hair, keeping you from taking him all the way. That is, until Roman was ready. Unknown to you, they shared a look above you, then both pulled out so they could begin their paces into your holes.

Drew cracked first. “Reigns, you bastard-“

He just laughed. “Tappin’ out already?”

“Not a chance.” Drew moved your hair out of your face so he could watch your lips move around his cock. “Look at you, princess. Never would’ve thought you were such a good cocksucker. And takin’ the both of us? You’re a treasure.” He groaned as you swallowed around him. “Takin’ me so deep down t’at pretty throat. Takin’ him so deep into your pussy.”

Roman groaned when you contracted your walls around him, letting him know you hadn’t forgot him. “You like it when we talk dirty to you, don’t you pretty girl?” He roughly filled you, then sat there, running his fingers up and down your spine while Drew continued to fuck your mouth. “Bet Drew has no idea the things you let me do to you. Edging you for weeks while I’m gone. Making you scream for hours when I get back, or you come to see me. Wonder if he’s ever heard you from my dressing room, unable to scream anything but my name.”

Drew’s pace stuttered.

It wasn’t unnoticed. “He answered quick to your little proposition. Turns out, he wanted you just as much as you wanted him. Can you imagine it, baby girl, your big Scotsman having to find some secluded spot because of the sound of you cumming on this dick?”

You groaned, making Drew shudder. Moving with Roman’s restarted thrusts, you took Drew deeper, gagging when you went to far. Drew kept you from doing that again, but his stuttering thrusts filled your mouth and throat just fine. Your every nerve ending was thrumming. So close to release. Roman knew it, was waiting for it. He lightly scratched his nails down your back, then leaned to reach down for your clit.

“Cum for us, baby. Come on.”

With a whimper, your body seized. Drew gripped the base of his cock and pulled out so you could breathe and scream as Roman kept moving. He watched as Roman took you to another orgasm before filling you with his own.

Roman, breathless, laid you down across the bed as Drew moved to stand between your legs. Roman kneeled next to your head to kiss your cheek and to ask you to keep going. “Can you give us one more, baby? To thank him for your present?”

Your mind was filled with haze. But you nodded anyway and reached for him. Drew took your hand, letting you pull him over you. His large hands smoothed up your torso, then back down to your thighs. He held them open, plotting his next move. Your sex oozed with Roman’s cum. Smirking, Drew crooked his fingers and scooped it out. You shuddered with sensitivity, soothed by Roman running his fingers through your hair. You didn’t see the glare. Didn’t care as Drew slowly filled you. Their stuffing of you were of different pleasing proportions, but all you cared about was the pleasure. He waited for you to buck towards him before making the pace.

“How does she feel, Drew?”

“Incredible,” he grunted. “Gonna make you cum, princess. Gonna fill you up. Your mouth took me so good. Now fuck this cock. Come on. I’ll get you there.”

Weakly, you met his thrusts. The last orgasm was there. Waiting. Close. Drew reached to circle your clit. It didn’t take long before you were gone. Soaring. Crying out his name and clawing at the sheets with the hand Roman didn’t have intertwined with his.

Finally sated, you let your mind blur and dance in fuzzy circles behind your eyes. Gently, they cleaned you up. Dressed you in your silk pajamas. You startled when both of them crawled into bed on either side of you.

Roman kissed the back of your neck while Drew traced his finger over your lips. “Did you really think a few orgasms was going to be your present?” Drew chuckled, brushing his fingers over your eyelids. “I’ll be here in the morning for your wake-up call too.” He kissed your forehead. “Goodnight, princess.”

“Goodnight, baby girl.”

“Goodnight, Drew,” you yawned. “Goodnight, Roman.”

You dreamed of what the morning would bring.

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