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ONESHOT ALERT

Fandom: WWE Women's division

Ship: Rhea Ripley x Becky Lynch x OC (Fem)

Good girl.

I pulled into the parking lot of the big stadium, before striding towards the door. My manager told me that I should get to know the atmosphere before my first show tomorrow. I agreed with him.

When I walked through the door I was immediately feeling out of place. I saw a few people in the small space, it reminded me of a school hallway with jocks, cheerleaders, band kids, geeks and a random dude with a ladder. I adjusted the strap on my duffle bag before taking a few slow steps forward.

I jumped as an arm landed across my shoulders. Rhea Ripley stared down at me with a strange look. Damn, she's gorgeous. She had an air of authority around her, it scared me a little.

"You're jumpy. You're the new girl, right?"

Her Aussie accent was thicker in real life than in the interview I watched. I feel a little stupid knowing so much about her, while she doesn't even know my name, but that's fine.

"Yeah, Anne Winger, nice to meet you."

I wasn't as confident as I sounded but that's fine. She didn't need to know that. Then another smokeshow approached. She looked like fire personified, with red hair and an air of authority around her just like Rhea's. Becky Lynch. The Man. Damn.

She spoke to me in a Scottish accent.

"Hey Anne, right? I look forward to our match tomorrow."

"Yeah, same."

The words rolled off my tongue automatically, as if I was talking to a friend. It was strange. And before I knew it she was off again towards one of the hairdressers.

"Ok I need to get going, match is almost starting. I'll see you later."

I nodded at Rhea and headed off to find someone who could point me in the right direction. I came across Charlotte Flair first but I deemed her unapproachable. I spotted a whip of a black braid. Bianca Belair, she was approachable. Scary but approachable. And hot.

"Excuse me, can you point me in the direction of the gym?"

"Oh yeah, of course. Wait, are you the new one, Anne Winger?"

I was slightly relieved to not be swatted away like a fly.

"Yup, that's me. I'm kind of lost. Can you help me?"

"Sure."

She grabbed me by the arm before giving me a tour of the backstage area, eventually leaving me in the gym. I thanked her and she walked away towards Sonya Deville. I decided that starting was the hard part, that I'd be fine if a could just get into my normal workout routine. I put my ear phones in my ears and hopped on a treadmill.

After my strength training I jumped as someone touched my shoulder, turning around I was met with Finn Balor. My little pansexual heart couldn't deal with it anymore. I quickly removed my ear phones.

"Hey, new girl, what kind of stretches were those?"

"They're for gymnasts. I was a contortionist for a circus a few years back and that was how I warm up."

"Damn, ok."

With that he disappeared. Not sure what happened in that conversation, but at least he wasn't disappointed. I exited the gym before walking on the beat of my music, heading towards my car.

I'm fighting the Man tomorrow, what could go wrong?

I was more excited than I thought I'd be. Honestly being tossed around and beaten up by Becky Lynch didn't sound like a bad thing.

~

"And tonight we introduce out newest star, ANNE WINGER!!"

Finally the moment came. I strutted towards the ring with a bloody smile. She was stood waiting for me. I jumped into the ring before smiling at the crowd once more. The ref started us off and she circled me.

She dove at me first and my back bent, letting her dive right over me, rolling onto the ground. The crowd cheered. She turned back towards me before running at me. I jumped up high, letting her go right under me towards the ropes. She bounced back towards me and I dodged her again. I started playing offense out of necessity, I couldn't run forever.

I attempted a suplex but she turned it around making me hit the mat. I readjusted my jaw before throwing some punches to her stomach and like that we danced. She landed more moves than I did, but I was durable. Eventually she had me in a prism trap. I couldn't see a way out.

I didn't feel anything. We stayed in that position. I didn't flail or scream. I just stood on my hands waiting for her to do something. Realizing this wasn't working, she trapped my arms instead, pulled them behind my head with her boot on my back. She pulled as much as she could, amazed when my arms crossed each other behind me. Her moves didn't work on me.

I took advantage of her shock, kicking her in the head, performing a roll over and pinning her shoulders to the floor. She struggled but she didn't kick out in time. The crowd erupted as the commentator announced the winner of the match.

~

I answered some fan questions before heading backstage. I found Becky and Rhea waited for me. Becky didn't look happy.

"What was that?? Are you cheating?"

I quickly shook my head.

"No, I know about the prism trap and whatever the other thing is called but for some reason they don't work on me. I don't know what happened. "

Rhea spoke up for the first time.

"You know, Becks, we could go get Shayna. She'll know more about this. She's in the gym."

"Fine."

Becky was still fuming but she seemed to realize the genius in Rhea's plan. Either way I probably get hurt, so a win for her I guess.

The three of us went up to the gym, where Shayna was brutalizing a punching bag. Becky called out to her.

"Shayna, you got a second?"

"Yeah, what's up?"

"We need you to test something. Anne here seems to be immune to every submission move I tried on her. I know she's flexible but I need someone to test exactly how flexible."

A wicked smirk appeared on Shayna's face.

"I'm game. C'mon into the ring."

I followed her into the sparring ring as Becky and Rhea watched us.

Shayna started with the classics. Some of them were uncomfortable but not enough to make me tap out. She tried everything from a figure four to the Cobra Clutch eventually ended on a Tongan Death Grip. Shayna growled in frustration before turning to Becky.

"What the fuck? Is this some kind of prank? There is no way."

Becky gave her a deadpan stare.

"Exactly what I said."

"Ok anyway, I'm gonna go, I promised Liv I'd go grab a coffee with her."

~

Every since my encounter with Shayna, she's been attacking me randomly, convinced I was cheating some how. The last time was in the hallway while Bianca introduced me to John Cena. Not the way I wanted our first meeting to go. Could have met John Cena without the Hammerlock but sure I guess.

I was going up against Rhea next and Alexa Bliss dragged me towards a makeup artist before to match. Apparently I looked good in Navy Blue.

Rhea spent her time tossing me around. I couldn't do much as she had both a height and strength advantage. But I was fast and flexible. I enjoyed the fight immensely. She's pretty when she's angry. I kicked her a few times, delivered a tornado and I tried a Cobra Clutch, but she powered herself out. Her destructive high risk moves made it easier for me. All I had to do was dodge, but eventually my moves turned sloppy and after 15 minutes I was exhausted. She beat me up a little more, taunting me by grabbing my face gently in her hand as I was about to pass out. She pinned me and I accepted my defeat, going limp underneath her.

I could picture Becky and Shayna celebrating Rhea's victory.

I was on my back in the ring, listening to the commentators and fans cheering as Rhea answer questions and posed for photos. Eventually I heard Rhea close to me.

"C'mon, we need to clear the ring for Hunter and Kurt. You need to get up, or I'm going to have to carry you out."

"Carry me, I don't think I can walk."

Rhea chuckled at me before lifting me up in her arms. The commentators noticed and made a few jokes about it, before Rhea took me backstage. She put me down on the floor, directly in front of Becky who was sat on the couch behind me.

"You two look terrible. But I can't blame you, that was intense. And it took ages."

Rhea shot her a look before plopping down next to her, turning on the TV in front of us to watch Kurt and Hunter. After a few minutes, I grew weak, resting my head against Becky's legs. She shifted her leg, before dropping her head to speak to me.

"Come sit up here, before you fall asleep like that."

I painfully stood up, before falling back down in the small space between Becky and Rhea. Rhea threw an arm over my shoulders and Becky let one of her hands rest on my thigh. After a while, my eyes started to fall shut, my head falling back.

I forced my eyes open as I heard someone enter the room. It was Shayna. Not wanting to be tossed around again, I quickly grabbed my stuff, thanked Rhea for the match and wished the three women a good night before exiting. Not noticing the glance Rhea shared with Becky, I made a beeline for my car.

~

An hour later I sat at my hotel room desk with some cheap takeaway pizza and a liter of Coke. It was an exhausting day and I deserved it. I lifted the last piece from the box, staring at the TV in my room. I was watching an old NXT match between Rhea and Becky.

Then a knock made me pause the match. I frowned, slowly creeping towards the door. I pulled it open a little bit before a tattooed hand pushed it the rest of the way. It was Rhea, but she wasn't alone.

Becky strutted into the room was a backpack in her hands as Rhea held the door for her. She immediately spotted the TV screen, still paused on their match.

"So you had the same idea as us."

"What do you mean? Why are you two here?" I raised an eyebrow in her direction as Rhea closed the door, locking it. She turned to face me while Becky searched for the TV remote.

"We can go," I frowned at that, "but that look tells me you don't want us to."

Becky chimed in as she muted the TV, rewinding to the start of the match. "To answer your question, we are here for the same reason you are watching this match. The problem we had though, is that we don't have access to any of your old matches. So we thought we'd drop by to answer some of our questions." She pulled out a bundle of rope from the backpack. "And, of course, to find out how flexible you really are." She grinned at me, pulling the rope tight between her fingers.

Rhea leapt into action. Pulling me closer to her, she smashed her lips into mine as her hand cupped my face. Her other hand pinched the soft parts on my hip, making me gasp. She used this opportunity to force her tongue into my mouth. Two arms wrapped around my waist. I felt my feet leave the ground and suddenly I was being carried towards the bed.

She broke the kiss, throwing me onto the bed. Becky flipped me over onto my stomach.

"Let's start with a reverse prayer. How does that sound?"

She forced my arms behind my back as Rhea held my legs still. My head pressing painfully into the pillow. I groaned as Becky immediately forced my arms into a near impossible position. Bringing them behind my back, she bent my elbow letting my hands face eachother just below my neck. She tied the rope around my bicep, securing it to my forearm. I squeaked as she repeated the process on my other arm, before forcing my palms together over my spine.

Rhea let go of my legs, giving me the opportunity to try and kick Becky off. I made a weak attempt, but was stopped when Becky moved to sit on top of my calfs. I struggled against the rope as I heard fabric rip.

I gasped as my bare back was exposed to air. Rhea tore the rest of my tank top clean off. Then lifted my head to whisper in my ear.

"Are you gonna be a good girl for us? Or are we gonna have a problem?"

"I'll be," I gulped as she cut a slit in the front of my sportsbra. "I'll be good."

Smirking, she flipped me over to rip off my bra. Dropping me on my back, pressure bloomed in my shoulder as my bound arms were crushed beneath my own weight. She let out a low whistle as Becky smirked.

"You look so pretty, tied up and exposed like this. Just for us."

I whined as Becky attached her mouth to my neck, leaving bite marks and bruises. Rhea plucked off my shorts before burying her head in my thighs. She sucked at my inner thighs making them quiver.

Rhea moved up, sucking at my clit through my underwear. My back arched. Becky pinched one of my nipples, taking the other between her teeth causing moans to tumble off my tongue. Rhea pulled my underwear out of the way, burying two fingers in my wet hole.

"Soaking wet, just for us."

I whimpered as she curled her fingers inside me, my legs shaking. Becky released my swollen nipples and stood up, sitting back down with my head between her knees.

"You don't get to cum before I do. Am I clear?"

I could barely nod as Rhea played with my clit. I leaned up, sticking my tongue into her hole. She gripped my hair painfully hard. Rubbing her pussy against my tongue, she rode my face. I flicked my tongue against her clit and she was pushed over the edge. I licked up every drop of her orgasm, feeling my own approaching.

Rhea fucked me with three fingers while her other hand held my hip impossibly tight. She put pressure on my clit with her thumb and my orgasm tore through me. I screamed out.

"Rhea, yes! Rhea- Becky- Oh God, please!"

Rhea removed her fingers. She rubbed soothing circles into my hip. Becky pulled her fingers through my hair while my eyes fell shut. She laughed.

"Oh Cupcake, we're not done."

She pulled a blindfold out of her backpack, along with a small bullet vibrator. She secured the blindfold around my head before climbing off my chest. Then I was picked up and put down on my stomach on the carpet. I moaned as the vibrator was pushed into my sensitive pussy, vibrating at its lowest setting. It was quickly covered by my underwear. Rhea was quick to set the rules.

"You're only job is to follow our instructions. If you're uncomfortable or in pain you will say so. If you decide not to follow our instructions, you will be punished. Do you understand?"

I nodded shakily.

"Use your words, love."

The use of the pet name made me blush. My voice was quiet and airy as I spoke.

"I understand."

Becky chuckled at my tone before planting a heeled boot on my back. She started undoing the ropes around my arms.

"Give me your hands and keep your arms straight."

I complied, sticking my arms out in her direction. She took my hands on crossed my arms behind my back. She pushed down on my arms, trying to see how flat they could be. Her boot still pinning me to the floor, I could barely raise my shoulders off the ground. I groaned as she pushed a little harder, trying to force my hands to the ground.

"Ow, ow, ok, that hurts."

"Alright," She let up, "that's fine. Relax."

I took a deep breath as she removed her boot, letting my arms go.

"Sit up.

I listened, moving to sit cross-legged on the carpet. I tried my best to ignore the warm buzzing in my hole.

"Straighten your legs into a split."

Finding it easy to follow her instructions, I straightened my legs. Then the vibrator was turned up to max. I groaned, my whole body feeling the need to curl up. I crumbled, having to use my elbow to support myself as my orgasm approached. I bit my lip in an attempt to stifle my moans.

My legs, still in a split, trembled as my second orgasm ripped through me.

"Hm- Becky- Rhea- please, so good!"

"You can relax."

I didn't even know who said it, but I listened. I curled up, my legs snapping back together. I lay there in a fetal position as the vibrator slowed down.

"Can you do a bridge for me?"

I slowly moved into position, holding myself up with shaky legs. A hand found my back. Lifting my back higher into the air, forced my arms and legs to adjust. I was shaky at best when the vibrator was powered back on at a low setting. My legs shook while the hand firmly pushed me up even higher. I gasped at the sudden pressure on my shoulders. Tears stinging my eyes.

"I- I can't- I'm sorry. I can't."

"That's fine. Relax for me."

Two big hands held my waist, lowering me gently back to the ground. Another caressed my face while the vibrator still buzzed away.

"You're doing so good for us."

My breathing was unsteady.

"Alright, last one. Roll onto your stomach and bend your knees."

I complied. A yelp escaped me as the vibrator shifted.

"Good, now I want you to grab your ankles and bend your back to bring your feet down next to your head."

"I don't- I don't understand."

"That's fine, just relax."

An arm under my thighs lifted me up while a pair of hands guided my feet over my shoulders, letting them land next to my head. A larger hand supported my back as it bent at an impossible angle.

"Hold your feet with your hands." I obeyed. "Good girl." That sent a chill up my spine while hands caressed my sides.

Suddenly the vibrator was turned up. I screamed as it buzzed against my sensitive, red clit. Pain turned into unbearable pleasure and my third orgasm hit me like a bus.

I screamed their names as my body ached from still holding the position. The vibrator was removed.

"You can relax."

I did. Letting go of my feet and immediately curling up into a fetal position, I felt vulnerable. I was lifted off the carpet and put on the bed. A soft hand rubbed soothing circles into my back.

"You did so good for us."

The blindfold was removed and I saw Rhea looking down at me. She pulled me into her lap and I collapsed in her arms. Burying my face in her neck, I melted into her warmth with Becky still rubbing my back. Rhea wrapped an arm around me while the other picked up the TV remote.

Their match played on the TV as I soaked in Rhea's warmth, listening to their discussion as they recall details from the match. Rhea pressed a kiss to my forehead as I drifted off.

"Good girl."

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I'm gonna start doing this with the old cowboy hat I have in my closet

ADHD pro tip: Use psychological warfare on yourself.

For example, in order to do long tasks, like folding laundry, I put on the Mario Hat:

The main feature of the Mario hat is that my headset does not fit over it, so when The Bees™ try to put me back in front of the screen, the headset issue forces me to remember why I put the Mario hat on, and back to the task I go

As a bonus, the Mario hat is also a very clear indicator to my housemates that business is getting done, and they have learned not to distract me when I'm wearing the "goofy-ass cosplay hat"

It's not stupid if it works.

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Celestial Ring and Earrings // Rimon Jewelry

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Ceramic Figurines // Little Mystic Life

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Mushroom Sprites // Enchantment & Wonder

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Me: *sees a tiny spider*

Spider: 🙂

Me: *Googles whether it can kill me*

Google: No and it will not attack.

Me: *Acts like killing me is its first and only priority*

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ONESHOT ALERT

Fandom: WWE

Ship: Roman Reigns x OC (Fem)

Ice cream makes everything better, part 2

The biggest mystery in the WWE revolves around Roman Reigns, more specifically, the woman who saved him. It was easy to avoid the issue while he was injured, but the moment he stepped back into the ring, he was bombarded with questions. Questions he answered in the same way every time.

"She'll tell you all about it when she's ready."

Raina wasn't ready. She wasn't nearly as confident as Roman and it showed. She still showed up to his matches, in a little bit of a disguise. She'd put on sunglasses and a hoodie, and she easily passed as just another fan. Not even Roman knew she was there.

She wasn't ready and she doubted that she'd ever be. That was until Vickie Guerrero decided to stick her nose into Roman's business. It was eight weeks after the incident, when Roman returned for his first match back. That day Vickie decided that she would figure out who his savior is, if it's the last thing she does.

After his match against AJ Styles, she jumped in the ring with a microphone and a mission.

"Tell us, Roman, who is the woman who saved you from Brock Lesnar? The WWE Universe wants to know. Is she your girlfriend? A family member? A random fan?"

"Vickie, you know what I said at the press conference. My answer hasn't changed."

"Are you really willing to dissapoint your fans like that?"

That's when Roman saw a flash of black hair, rapidly moving through the crowd toward him. He could recognize his roommate anywhere. Especially when she was wearing his hoodie.

"Actually, here she comes."

She jumped over the barricade and into the ring. Roman made a point of greeting her with a hug.

"Hey, you want the mic?"

Raina nodded enthusiastically and Roman handed her the microphone. Vickie attempted to apply some pressure.

"Finally, this is what the fans have been waiting for."

"Vickie, what do you want from me? What are you hoping to gain out of this?"

"I want to know who you are."

"Well, in that case, I'm a 34-year-old with a caffeine addiction and a need for death. And that is all you need to know."

"I want a name."

"Why? Because you have nothing better to base this segment on?"

The crowd gave an "Ohhhhhhh."

"That is not your concern."

"But it is though. Because you spent an entire press conference and the last five minutes trying to get information from Roman that isn't his to give. Also, I think we should talk about the last time Roman appeared on this show when he was beaten up by a sore loser..."

Raina emphasized the last two words.

She was interrupted by Brock Lesnar's theme song and logo on the big screen. He came running towards the ring, stopping right in front of it. A staff member handed him a microphone.

Raina turned to him.

"You know what, get your ass in this ring, right now. There's something you still need to do."

"What?"

Brock spoke loudly, demandingly but Raina wasn't fazed, looking like she is done with the man in front of her.

"Apologize."

Brock looked at her for the first time, stepping closer to her. For the first time, Raina was appreciative of her height, 5'11, not allowing the giant to tower over her.

"Fine, I'm sorry-"

"No, no, no, it's not my ribs you broke. Apologize to Roman."

Brock sighed before yelling into his microphone, getting up into Raina's face.

"The Beast doesn't have to apologize to anyone!"

Raina took a moment, listening to the crowd booing, before continuing. Not backing down, she started softly.

"You know what takes balls? Admitting a mistake. And at this very moment, my 4-year-old nephew has more balls than you. You wanna prove you're 'The Beast', huh? Then grow a pair before you step to me. You are going to apologize to Roman and you're going to mean it. Understood?"

"You're treating me like a child."

"I am treating you like a child. Why? Because you're acting like one. Now c'mon, you know what to do..."

Brock sighed in defeat before turning to Roman.

"Roman, I'm sorry for freaking out and attacking you, alright?"

He held out a hand, which Roman shook.

"Alright."

Raina looked please with herself as she checked her watch.

"Well, now that that is over with, we should probably clear the ring. Finn Balor and Damian Priest are up next. And Vickie, you're welcome, for giving your audience an entertaining segment."

And with that, Roman and Raina slid out of the ring, Roman leading her backstage. The moment they were out of earshot of the fans, Roman started laughing. Raina couldn't help but smile in her confusion.

"What's so funny?"

"I didn't even know you were here and then you came running with sunglasses, that I didn't even know you had and one of my hoodies. Suddenly you're putting Vickie in her place and demolishing Brock's ego. Honestly, you surprise me every day."

He wrapped an arm around her waist before ruffling her hair with his other hand.

"You're just mad 'cause I wear it better. Also, since she's so caught up with who I am, I decided to have a little fun with it."

A man with long hair and a fashion sense came up to the pair.

"Hey, Roman! Is this the roommate you were telling me about? Raina, right?"

"Yeah. Raina, this is Seth, Seth Rollins. And over there is Becky Lynch, his wife."

"Nice to meet you."

Raina shook his outstretched hand.

"So you're the girl who kicked Brock."

"That would be me."

Becky heard that and decided to make her herself known. Raina was not prepared for the accent, personality or charm that the Man possessed.

"Hey there, I'm Becky. You know, I watched that clip of you kickin' Brock and I just wanted to tell you, you have a future in the women's division. You can come train with me if you'd like."

Becky finished with a wink, handing me a card in the process. Unfortunately, Seth decided to step in.

"Seriously? You've only been in this conversation for 5 seconds and you're already trying to steal his girl. I think it's time for you and me to go home."

Raina laughed as Roman's arm tightened around her. She decided to stir the pot.

"I'll text you later, Becky."

She heard Becky laughing as Seth dragged her away.

"I think it's time for us to go home as well, before you leave me for Big Time Becks."

The pair walked out the back door, heading toward Roman's car.

~

As soon as the door to their apartment swung shut, Roman had Raina wrapped up in a hug. An unrelenting one at that. She laughed as she squirmed.

"Let go, I need to go text Becky."

"Oh no, you don't. I think it's time you learn who you belong to."

Roman picked her up onto the kitchen counter top, securing himself in between her legs. His one arm held her around her waist while the other settled on her neck, using his thumb to caress her cheek.

"Is that so?"

Roman didn't answer, instead pressing a kiss to her lips. She kissed back eagerly, holding his face with her hand, the other falling on his shoulder. He moved even closer pressing himself into her even more as their kiss deepened. Her hand moved up to his neck in response.

After a few seconds, she pulled away. Her piercing green eyes gazed at him lovingly.

"Are you sure about this?"

"Yes, I'm sure."

"Well then; we probably shouldn't do it here."

Roman nodded before picking her up off the counter, letting her wrap her legs around his waist. She pressed her face into his neck as her arms held him around his neck. He carried her into his bedroom. He put her down on the edge of the bed before kneeling in front of her, standing on his knees between her legs, their faces only a few inches apart. She leaned down to kiss him, her hands caressing his face.

He had planned this in his head and Raina let him continue, relishing in her own uncertainty. She was relieved to know how much her body trusted him. It was rare for her to give up control so easily, but with Roman she felt safe. It was a welcome change.

He broke the kiss, dipping down to kiss her neck. Her hoodie, his hoodie, proved to be a problem early on and Roman was quick to get rid of it. He found one of his shirts underneath.

"You really robbed my closet, didn't you? It's fine you wear it better anyway, especially this V-neck."

He tugged on the shirt before pulling it off, leaving Raina in her black sports bra. He took advantage of this, kissing and sucking at the skin on her neck. He was leaving marks but neither of them seemed to care. She hummed in appreciation as her body visibly relaxed.

Roman caught sight of this, gently laying her down on the bed. His body followed. He looked into her eyes, watching as they threatened to fall shut. He smiled at the precious woman in front of him. He lied down on top of her, his head resting on her heart. He took hold of her hand, intertwining their fingers before gently pressing a kiss to the back.

"I don't think we should do this tonight. We should talk about this tomorrow morning and then we'll make a decision."

"Alright..."

It was clear to Roman that she wasn't completely listening. He chuckled at the sleep in her voice. He slowly stood up off of her, watching as her eyes fluttered shut. He scooped her up, putting her down further up the bed, so her head touched the pillow. As soon as the contact disappeared, she reached for him, missing the warmth of his hands. He chuckled as he pulled off his shirt.

"Don't worry, I'm right here."

He changed his pants before joining her in bed, pulling the blanket over both of them. Raina cuddled up into his chest, pressing her face into his chest. He wrapped one arm around her, the other finding her hands. She took his hand in both of hers before bringing it towards her lips. She kissed the back of his hand before burying her face again.

She kept a hold of his hand, fidgeting with his fingers and tracing the lines on his palm.

"I love you."

She said it first this time. Her voice was tired and muffled but he heard it.

"I love you too."

He said it with certainty as the arm around her tightened. She leaned into his warmth. A smile graced her face as she processed his words. This had never happened to her before.

"Thank you."

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ONESHOT ALERT

Fandom: WWE

Ship: Roman Reigns x OC (Fem)

Ice cream makes everything better

Raina sat on a bench in Central Park. Like she usually did in her free time. It was enjoyable, sitting still and watching the people in New York going about their daily lives. Sometimes she'd see something interesting, other times she was merely there to think. To reflect on her life so far. She was only 32 after all.

It was 16:34 on a Tuesday. Her favorite day of the week. On Tuesdays, she had the entire day to herself. It became routine for her to sit in the park and do absolutely nothing.

She sat quietly, watching as people passed her. Until her eyes landed on someone specific. A large man sat on another bench, about 40 feet across from her. He sat with his head in his hands, his shoulders shaking slightly. Immediately upon seeing him, her heart broke for him.

She saw herself on that bench, feeling alone despite being surrounded by people. She saw herself all those years ago when her life was crumbling. She saw herself wishing for someone, anyone to talk to. She knew exactly how this man felt. And she knew exactly how to help him.

This was definitely the first time that she's walked into an ice cream shop, with urgency. After buying two vanilla ice cream cones, each with flake, she made her way over to the man on the bench. She sat down next to him silently, waiting for him to notice her. Careful not to overwhelm him.

After a few seconds, he slowly looked up at her. She held out an ice cream offering it to him wordlessly. He took it, taking a bite of the flake, before shooting her a questioning look.

"Why?"

"You looked like you needed it."

He just nodded before continuing to eat his ice cream. They sat there for the next few minutes, silently eating their ice cream. When he finished he looked at her.

"Thank you for this. You were right, I needed it."

"No problem."

"I got to run, but I owe you an ice cream, same time next week?"

"Sure."

And just like that, he was gone.

Raina smiled, knowing he left in a better mood than he arrived. She checked her watch, at 16:39. It only took five minutes out of her life to make a difference in his. And she knew, she'd do the same next week and, if it came to it, the week after that and the week after that.

~

Her week passed quickly. And here she found herself again on the same bench as last week, at 16:34. She sat waiting for him.

And sure enough, he arrived with two ice cream cones in hand. He smiled when he saw her. He sat down next to her, offering her an ice cream just as she had done last week. She took it, just like he did.

"Hey, you look like you're doing better."

"I am, primarily because of you."

"I'm glad I could help. You know, you helped me as well."

"Are you just saying that to make me feel better?"

"No, you gave something. You gave me something to look forward to and I appreciate that. Also, you never gave me your name. I've been calling you Benchman in my head."

He snorted.

"That sounds like some kind of lame superhero. I wonder what superpower Benchman would have."

"I don't know, but I do know that his costume would look goofy as hell."

He laughed at the image.

"Well, my name is Roman. Yours?"

"Raina. Nice to meet you."

"You too. So what do you do?"

"You're gonna laugh, but it's fine. I work in a circus as a trapeze artist. I have a law degree but I'm ignoring it to do what I love. It's real cheesy."

"Wow, not what I was expecting. Do you travel a lot, for work?"

"I did but, the circus is staying in New York for now, so I settled down a bit."

"That's good to hear."

"What do you do?"

"Wrestling, I work in the WWE. I was pretty surprised when you didn't recognize me."

"Alright, Hotshot." Raina turned to look at him with a playful smirk on her face, "Sorry, I don't watch wrestling."

"Oh, don't start now. I've been on a bit of a losing streak recently."

"Shame, is that why you were so down last week?"

"Yeah, although I felt a little more than just 'down'. I hate to admit it, but I'm struggling at the moment to deal with the competition. Especially when I know I can do better."

"I get that, it's more of a mental game, isn't it?"

"Yeah, I got the physical part down, but the rest has taken quite a toll on me."

"I get that, it's all about confidence. I'm a performer and in my experience, the ups are amazing and the downs can kill you. My advice is to fix your ego before you try to fix anything else. You'll only win if you believe you can."

"Yeah, I guess you're right. I mean if I don't believe, who else will?"

"Exactly. I don't watch wrestling and I know literally nothing about you or your skill level but, I believe in you, alright? Even if you don't."

Roman didn't respond as he slung his arm over Raina's shoulders, pulling her in for a side hug. A silent thanks.

"Raina, I don't why, but you are very easy to talk to."

"I know why."

"Uh-huh, care to share?"

"I'm a stranger. In other words, you can choose whether you care about my opinion and you can talk to me knowing that I'm not going to expose you to someone. It's not like I can."

"You're a stranger? Well, I'd like to change that. Same time next week?"

"Of course. I'll buy ice cream."

"Nice, see you then."

Roman gave her another side hug, before standing up and walking away.

Raina smiled just as she did last time, knowing that she, again, made a difference, just as she will next week and the week after. This week it took her six minutes. A little more than last week.

~

After the next couple of weeks, they became friends, speaking as if they'd known each other for decades. Their chats became longer and longer, the last one lasting for over two hours. Roman loved it and Raina refused to miss their appointments.

Raina still refused to watch WWE or anything wrestling-related. She claimed it would ruin the open air between them. Roman tried to pushed her to do it, but she shut him up with a quick remark.

"Are you trying to impress me, Mr. Popular?"

He hated that the answer was yes. But he stopped pushing, accepting that it would happen eventually and not wanting to expose himself.

The 18th week rolled around and the duo met up as usual, on the same bench in Central Park. After a few casual conversations, Roman opened up about a problem he had.

"I need a new apartment."

"What? Why?"

"The landlord decided to sell the building to a business, they are looking to turn it into office space, so I have to be out in three days."

"You know what's funny? My roommate just moved out, a few days ago, and I need a new one. You can come live with me if you want."

"You know, that would be fantastic. I'll stop by tomorrow if you give me an address."

"Of course, you can stop by any time, tomorrow's show was canceled."

And just like that the duo had slipped into the casual conversation again.

~

After Roman moved in, things changed. He learned very quickly how to fall into Raina's routine. They had figured out each other's love language and both of them used it to their advantage. She adored physical touch and he loved humor. Most mornings started with a hug and a laugh.

For the time being, their relationship status stayed at roommates, although they acted like an old married couple. Roman held back a lot, not wanting to ruin their friendship. He adored Raina and he wanted her as his own. He loved her and he was determined to make her feel the same. He started attending some of the shows she performed at and he loved every second of it.

After a particular show, Raina realized that the arena she performed at was hosting a WWE match after the show. Monday Night Raw. Her friend, Lee, ended up convincing her to go, especially after their director had gotten them front-row seats, as a reward after the show. Raina was more excited than she should have been.

~

After a brief explanation of the rules, Raina was ready. She enjoyed the first few matches, it was the women's division. She did a quick Google search on the women as they entered and she came to the conclusion that her favorite was Rhea Ripley. After they were finished, the men's division rocked up.

The first few matches were pretty exciting, but the fans only seemed to care about the last match of the night. It was the Grand Finale and she was ready. She was ready until she saw Roman enter the ring.

She gasped as she turned to Lee, "Lee, you know my new roommate, the one I was telling you about?"

"Yeah, Benchman."

"That's him. The guy with the long hair."

"Oh shit."

He was up against a giant, Brock Lesnar, and Raina was worried. The bell rang, signaling the start of the match. The two wrestlers ran at each other, starting the fight. After a few punches and shoves, Roman landed a German suplex on Brock, but Lesnar returned the favor almost immediately. The two traded a few hits before Brock had Roman in a corner.

Raina watched as Brock landed a big right hook. Roman kicked him in the stomach before climbing up onto the second turnbuckle and landing a beautiful missile dropkick. The match seemed to be going in Roman's favor, but Brock Lesnar had other things planned. After a few minutes, Brock was in control.

Roman was in trouble as he lay in the middle of the ring, on his back. His chest was raising and falling rapidly, as he tried to catch his breath. Lesnar did not allow that as he stepped on Roman's stomach. Roman swept his feet out from under him, making him fall to the ground. Roman quickly trapped him in a roll-up. The referee slammed his hand on the canvas.

One. Two. Three.

The crowd roared as Roman stole the win. But Brock wasn't taking it well as he attacked Roman. Roman refrained from fighting back as it would land him in trouble. Brock didn't seem to care about that.

Brock kicked Roman in the ribs, and a sickening crack echoed through the arena. Brock took Roman's arm, bending it in impossible positions. Damn near breaking it. Officials rushed out from backstage, but Raina knew they wouldn't be there in time.

Roman was trapped against the corner closest to Raina. Brock delivered a punch to his stomach.

Raina snapped.

She jumped over the barricade and hopped onto the apron. She launched herself from the top rope, aiming for Brock. She nailed him right in the head with a dropkick, both of her boots, hitting him in the side of the head. Brock landed hard, his head hitting the canvas with a thud.

The silence in the arena was deafening.

Brock was out cold. Raina wasted no time in getting Roman out of the ring. He was limping, clutching his ribs while blood dripped from his nose.

"A mystery woman from the crowd just saved Reigns!"

"With a fantastic dropkick as well, Brock Lesnar looks to be unconscious."

Raina could barely hear the commentators as she supported Roman, leading him through the crowd. The crowd understood, making an opening for them to pass.

By the time they made it to Raina's car, she was supporting most of Roman's weight. She lowered him into the front seat, before racing off toward the hospital.

~

Roman's injuries justified Raina's actions completely. He had two broken ribs, a broken nose, and a mild concussion. Raina was livid and ready to kill Brock Lesnar, who received a concussion from her dropkick. But she knew, now wasn't the time. At the moment, Roman needed her.

And at the moment the doctors needed someone to give instructions to. A female doctor pulled Raina aside.

"Hello, I am Dr. Manning and I have been assigned to the treatment of Mr. Reigns. Are you family?"

"No, I'm his roommate, but his family is not in the States. So if you need someone to discuss his health with, I'm your best bet."

"Alright, can I get your name?"

"Raina, Raina Lessing."

She scribbled it down on her clipboard.

"Well, Mr. Reigns has two broken ribs, a broken nose, a sprained wrist, and a mild concussion. You made the right call bringing him here. His broken ribs were very close to puncturing his lungs, so we fixed that in emergency surgery. His ribs and nose will have to heal on their own, there's not much we can do about that. I'll give you the necessary treatment plan shortly. His concussion should be resolved in 10 to 14 days, come back if he still has problems with that. I just need to know, what does his exercise routine look like?"

"He is very active, he goes to the gym every morning for both cardio and strength training. He works as a professional wrestler so he spends most of his time training."

"Ok. Well, that will need to stop for a few weeks. He needs rest and a lot of it. Don't allow him to put stress on his injuries. Especially not while his concussion is healing. If you would follow me to my office, I can give you that treatment plan."

Raina followed her, nodding at the information.

"Thank you, Dr. Manning. Will his Health Insurance cover everything?"

"Yes, that has been handled already."

"Thank you, when can I see him?"

She stopped to hand Raina some papers, the treatment plans, before answering her.

"You can go now if you'd like, he is in room 167, second floor. He was awake earlier, but his body needs rest. If he is asleep, please don't wake him."

"Thanks again, Dr. Manning."

She was off toward the elevator, with an urgency in her step. Once she made it to Room 167, she stood in the doorway. There she saw Roman, in a hospital bed with a bruised face. Something tugged at her heartstrings as she watched him.

Her phone vibrated against her leg, purring softly. Raina looked at the caller ID, it was Lee. She decided to answer.

"Hey, Lee, what's up?"

"What's up with you? The last time I saw you, you gave Brock Lesnar a concussion and disappeared with your roommate. What's going on?"

"Well, I took him to the hospital, that's where I am now. He was injured pretty bad, I'm talking like broken ribs and a broken nose. I'm sorry I didn't call again but the doctors kept me busy."

"You love him, don't you?"

"What?"

"Oh come on, even I can see it. You wouldn't jump into a wrestling ring and kick a guy twice your size in the head for anyone, would you? You love Benchman. You wouldn't be meeting him every week if you didn't. And you sure as shit wouldn't have asked him to be your roommate. You hate roommates."

"You know I hate it when you're right."

"I know, so I'm gonna hang up now so you can take care of your man."

The call ended, leaving Raina alone in the room with Roman. She sat down in the chair next to him, still watching him closely. She sat there for hours, staring at him. A nurse came in once or twice to check up on him, but she stayed, sitting there stoically.

She felt her heart breaking as the hours passed. She hated seeing him like this, so vulnerable. Seemingly helpless. He was one of the strongest people she knew and to see him like this, made her want to cry.

After a while Dr. Manning returned.

"Ms. Lessing, you've been in the hospital for 21 hours now. I am going to have to ask you to leave, for your own health."

"I can't just leave him here alone."

"He is not alone, two nurses have been assigned to his care and at the moment, we are more worried about you. You need to eat, you've been sitting there for way too long. Your body needs rest."

"I'm not leaving him here."

"Ms. Lessing, I understand your worry, but you are my priority at the moment. At least go buy yourself some food at the kiosk downstairs."

Raina sighed before standing up.

"Alright, but I'm coming right back."

Raina looked at Roman one last time before walking out the door.

Raina practically sprinted down the hall and stairs, not bothering to wait for the elevator. She bought a sandwich and a bottle of water. She ate as quickly as she could, not wanting to waste a second. She decided to drive back to the apartment to fetch Roman some clothes. And in 20 minutes she was back in Room 167, sitting in the same plastic chair.

After another few hours, Roman stirred. Raina perked up. He opened his eyes slowly, still getting used to the bright lights in the room. He smiled when he sat her next to the bed.

"Hey, Ray."

"Hi."

"What time is it?"

"It's one in the morning, oh and it's Wednesday."

"Oh shit, how long have you been sitting here?"

"Too long."

"Raina. How long?"

"Don't worry about it. I'll go get the doctor."

Raina went to find Dr. Manning, fleeing for Roman's questions. Dr. Manning was already on her way to Roman as Raina found her in the hallway.

"Dr. Manning, he is awake."

"Good, I need to have a private conversation with him and then he will be discharged. You can sit in the kiosk while you wait."

Raina nodded before heading towards the elevator.

Roman waited patiently for Dr. Manning. And she arrived soon after Raina's departure.

"Hello, Mr. Reigns. I'm glad you are awake. How are you feeling?"

"Alright. Can I ask you a question?"

"Of course."

"How long was Raina sitting here? She wouldn't tell me."

"About 25 hours. We tried to get her to go home, but she refused. She didn't want to leave you alone. I convinced her to go downstairs to buy herself food and get you some clothes but after 20 minutes, she was back. You are very lucky to have a friend like her."

"I know. Did she tell you what happened? Why I'm here?"

"No, she did mention your profession though. Wrestling is quite an interesting one."

"Well, Monday night I won a championship title, but my opponent was not happy. He attacked me after the match and I was just too tired to fight back. Raina, I didn't even know she was there, but she jumped into the ring and kicked the guy in the head to protect me. He was twice her size, but she didn't care, she knocked him out. Then she drove me here. I'm very lucky to have her."

"I am glad you are aware. I gave her your treatment plans for when you get home. And I can tell you, that you have been discharged. You are free to go. Ms. Lessing is waiting for you in the kiosk downstairs."

"Thank you, Dr. Manning."

A nurse pulled the IV out of his arm, applying a band-aid to the spot. Roman was a little shaky as he stood up. He grabbed the backpack that Raina left on the chair and looked inside. There was a pair of sweatpants, a T-shirt, and his favorite black hoodie.

"There is a bathroom down the hall to your right. The elevator is just a little further."

"Thank you."

~

Roman stepped out of the elevator to find Raina sitting at a table near the kiosk. He walked towards her, paying attention to her state.

She looked tired, with dark circles around her eyes. Her eyes threatened to fall shut any second. Her head was being supported by her arms, too heavy to sit upright. Her mouth was slightly open as she stared ahead of her. She looked like she was about to fall asleep in her chair.

Roman walked up behind her before snatching the car keys of the table.

"I'm driving, you look like you are about to fall asleep."

She stood up out of her chair and wrapped him up in a hug, careful not to press on his ribs.

"Thanks."

Raina picked up her phone and bag before making her way out of the building, Roman following close behind. She led him toward the car, helping him into the driver's seat, before ducking in next to him. Roman started the car.

"Sorry, your car is still at the arena."

"Don't apologize. At this moment you have literally nothing to apologize for."

"There is one thing."

"And what is that?"

"I'm sorry for not kicking him harder."

Roman laughed, his hand landed on Raina's thigh.

"Well, you knocked him out so I'd say it was hard enough. Thank you for that. It was pretty impressive."

Her hand sat on top of his as he drove them to their apartment. Raina nearly fell asleep. Roman parked in their garage, handing the keys to Raina afterwards.

Raina opened to door to their apartment and just as she was about to walk away from him, Roman wrapped her up in a hug. The tightest hug he could manage.

"Thank you."

He pressed a kiss to the side of her head. Raina hummed in acknowledgement before breaking away from the hug.

"C'mon, let's get you to bed."

"You're acting like I'm the one who stayed awake for more than 41 hours."

"You're the one with the broken ribs though."

Roman sighed before allowing Raina to lead him to his bedroom. She helped him take off his hoodie before letting him lie down. She moved to switch off the light, headed for her own room.

"Ray, will you do me a favor?"

"Yeah."

"Will you sleep here tonight, with me?"

Raina hesitated.

"Alright."

"You don't have to if you don't want to."

"I know, but I want to. I'm just going to go change."

Roman was left in the dark as she went to her room. He curled himself up in the covers as he waited for her. He didn't know why he asked her that, but he was glad he did. He was even more glad that she agreed. After the hospital trip, he knew she loved him. And he loved her.

She climbed into his bed, next to him. She was in a sports bra and some shorts. He pulled her cold body closer to him, her back against his chest. He gently took her hand, draping his arm over her in the process. He whispered to her as she drifted off, not expecting the faint response he got.

"I love you."

"Love you too..."

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ONESHOT ALERT

Fandom: WWE (the judgment day)

Ship: Rhea Ripley x Finn Balor x Damian Priest x OC (Fem)

The new member of The Judgment Day, Pt. 1

The Judgment Day was the most feared group in New York. A group of gang leaders banded together. A man called Edge realized their potential and attempted to become their leader, but Rhea Ripley and Damian Priest did not allow that, killing their founder. Later the duo became a trio as Finn Balor was invited to join. It was perfect.

Finn ran nightclubs all over the city while making money and collecting phone numbers. Damian had every law firm in the city wrapped around his finger as he transported drugs into the country. Rhea was a hired assassin while running half of the Black market. They were unstoppable.

Until now. Slowly, I've been making progress. I've stopped half of the drug trade, I've saved some of Rhea's victims and I even managed to rob Finn of half his fortune by hacking into JPMorgan Chase's systems. And the best part, is they don't know who I am.

Although my last project might've blown my cover. I'm an IT student with a degree in anatomy, and I specialize in human anatomy in combination with technology. My plan was to plant chips in the brains of two of Finn's men. With those, I could constantly know what he was up to. But my plan failed, Finn realized that something was off and Rhea killed the two men, finding my emblem on the pieces of tech. They now know my name, Elzette.

But I will tackle that disaster in the morning because I feel like I might die if I keep my eyes open for another second.

~

Rhea, Finn and Damian stood in Finn's condo, overlooking the city.

"We finally found the little weasel, Rhea can just go kill her."

"No Damian, it might be a trap, we know this girl is smart."

"A trap I can't get out of? Please..."

"That arrogance might cost you."

"Fine Finn, I'll take Dom with me."

"Ok, also do we want to kill her right away?"

"Honestly Rhea, I think a kidnapping might be better, we might even be able to get my money back."

"Sure, I can do that but I'm going to need some chloroform. If you can get that for me, I might even be able to do it tonight. I don't want to give her time to run."

Finn walked to his desk. He pulled open his drawer and grabbed a jar. He tossed it to Rhea.

"Well then, I'll bring her here. See you boys in a bit."

Rhea kissed both of them on the cheek before walking into the elevator. Waving at them as she dropped out of view.

Rhea decided that Dom wasn't really necessary. So she packed a few knives into her pockets and loaded her guns. In less than 30 minutes she had arrived in the right neighborhood. The apartment building was only a few plots down. She parked her car in an alleyway and found a small gap in between to buildings. She used that to climb up onto the roof. She jumped onto the next roof and next until she was stood on the right building.

She used a gutter to climbed down onto the girl's balcony. The curtains were still open. It didn't really matter if her victim saw her, she was doomed either way.

She was pleased to find the door was still unlocked. She entered the dark apartment, to find her victim asleep. She smiled at the woman on the bed, in only a sports bra and some shorts. She was gorgeous, but Rhea didn't dwell on that.

Instead she tied a rag around the woman's face, it was doused in chloroform. The woman had no reaction to it, so Rhea left it there. She picked the her up and carried the poor girl out to her car, deciding to tie her up there.

Rhea lay her down on the back seats, before opening the trunk to grab her black duffle bag. It had some rope in it.

For the first time, she appreciated the woman. Elzette was her name. With hair the color of blood styled to frame her face perfectly, she looked stunning. Shadows circled her eyes, showing a blatant lack of sleep, but Rhea could fix that.

She had two scars next to her eye, crossing each other perfectly. They worked together with her eyebrow, trapping her left eye in a box. Somehow, she made it look graceful. Judging by her figure, she was no stranger to the gym. She looked to be about 5'5.

~

I woke up to a large hand gently caressing my cheek, I leaned into the touch almost automatically.

"You were right, Rhea. She's cute."

"Agreed."

My eyes opened slowly, one at a time. And only when I saw Finn Balor crouched down in front of me did I realize my predicament. I was tied to a chair in a room with Rhea Ripley, Finn Balor and Damian Priest. Three people who want me dead. Three stunningly attractive people who want me dead.

"Pretty eyes as well."

Finn's hand moved upwards as he pulled at my skin. He raised my eyebrow to get a better look at my eye, his thumb resting right beneath it. I pulled away from him.

"Aww, you looked so comfortable ten seconds ago, what happened?"

I looked down at my lap, refusing to respond as my face turned red. Damian walked past me. He leaned his forearms on the back of the wooden chair before ducking down to talk to me.

"Don't look so sad. If you play our game, we'll untie you."

"And then you'll kill me."

Rhea cut in from the other side of the room.

"We wouldn’t kill a pretty face like yours."

I still didn't buy it, but I might as well try speeding up the process.

"How does this game work?"

"Don't worry about that, love."

Then I felt Damian's hands on my shoulders. He leaned in to whisper in my ear.

"Just play along."

"Wha-"

I was cut off as Damian's hands started moving, massaging my shoulders. I moaned softly. It felt good, too good.

"You've given me something."

"Painkillers. I had you tied up for about 22 hours. It could not have been comfortable."

"Poison."

Rhea grinned as she repeated herself.

"Painkillers."

"Aphrodisiacs."

"Maybe a little."

"Why?"

Damian pulled his hands away and as much as I hate to admit it; The aphrodisiacs weren't the only reason I missed his hands.

Rhea walked towards me before wrapping a blindfold around my head.

"You see, El." This woman dares to call me by a nickname. "There is something to be said about pain," I gasped as I felt a cold blade on my thigh. It made a thin cut, barely deep enough to draw blood. " and pleasure." I felt a hand in my hair, gently drawing circles on my nape. Ok, yeah pleasure, lots of it.

"Any moron can inflict pain and yes, it can be useful under the correct circumstances. Pleasure, on the other hand, is a valuable tool only the skilled can use. It walks right next to Anticipation and Fear, all three leaving footprints in the sand." To be honest, fuck metaphors.

"And how is that relevant to me?"

"Well, we realized that you are too dangerous to kill."

"I would love to know what that means."

"That means that you are dangerous enough to become one of us. We just need to convince you and judging by the way you melted into Finn's touch and how Damian's hands affected you, your body is already convinced. And if you don't believe me, we'll be happy to prove it to you."

I felt Rhea's lips on mine and I couldn't help but kiss back. I sighed in defeat, muttering to myself.

"Not good."

A hand in my hair, pulled my head back, exposing my skin to the other two vultures in the room. I felt Finn lowering himself onto my lap, straddling me as he sucked at the plain skin above my collarbones. I moaned as he found the sweet spot on my neck.

A large, gentle hand grabbed my chin, turning my head to the side. A pair of lips smashed into mine, it was Damian's. I felt his stubble on my chin. I gasped as I felt Rhea's tongue leave a wet trail beneath my jaw. Damian took this opportunity to shove his tongue into my mouth. I moaned into the kiss as Finn sucked at my neck, probably leaving a few marks.

Then it stopped.

I felt Rhea's hand against the side of my neck. She pressed a kiss to the top of my head before she disappeared as well. I whined, missing the contact.

"No, please..."

No one replied.

~

They left me there. I couldn't see, my mouth was too dry to yell and I couldn't move at all. The cold set in, making my fingers go numb. I shivered every few minutes, desperate for a little bit of warmth. I didn't know how much time had passed but it was definitely more than an hour. I could feel the ropes digging into my skin. For the first time, it bothered me.

All I could do was wait.

And then I heard the sound of a door opening and footsteps, it only sounded like one person. I was overjoyed. Was this Stockholm Syndrome? Nah, I knew they were hot long before they kidnapped me.

Then I felt hands on my arms, gently rubbing some warmth into my skin. It felt nice, comforting in a way. Soothing like the rich sound of Damian's voice.

"Are you ready to join our ranks? Or do you need more persuasion?"

I only shook my head, not quite ready to give in.

"You refuse? Three hours ago you begged us not to leave you and here you are turning us away."

I don't know why he sounded so heartbroken, but it was enough to make me be honest with him.

"I-," I gulped, "I don't know."

"Fine, I’ll make it an easier decision. You join our ranks and recieve all the benefits that come with that or we hold you hostage until you eventually agree."

"You're not gonna kill me if I refuse?"

"No."

I let out a breathe of relief. That sounded genuine enough.

"What are those benefits you mentioned?"

"Protection, from those who want you dead. And that list is long."

I contemplated for a few seconds. He was right, that list is long and growing. I bit my lip, trying to weigh the pros against the cons.

I didn't want to admit it, but I needed this. Not for money, power or even protection. I needed it so I could feel as if I'm a part of something. I needed it so I wouldn't be as miserable and as lonely as I was before.

"I'll leave you to think it over."

He squeezed my shoulder before walking to the door. I panicked, not wanting to sit alone in the cold anymore.

"No, please don't leave."

He stopped dead in his tracks, watching as I tried to collect myself. My voice suddenly sounded watery.

"I'll join."

My head hung as he knelt in front of me. I shivered, the cold stinging my skin. He took the blindfold off, tilting my head so he could look me in the eye. My eyes were suddenly red.

"Why is this so difficult?"

"It's nothing. I'm just very good at making myself cry. It's fine."

He wiped the tear off my cheek with his thumb. I leaned into his touch and he stood up, revealing Rhea and Finn who were stood in the doorway.

I hung my head again not wanting to face them with teary eyes and a quivering lip. Finn took Damian's spot infront of me, both hands cupping my face. Rhea approached me with a knife, making me flinch as she brought it a little too close to my face. She started cutting the ropes that tied my arms to my sides while Damian untied my legs.

Finn kissed me softly, gently pressing his lips to mine. When he pulled away, another tear rolled down my cheek. This is my breaking point. I stared at the wall behind Finn with glass eyes as he wrapped his jacket around me. I let Damian lift me out of the chair.

I wrapped my arms around his neck as he lifted me with ease, a hand under each of my thighs. He carried me out of the cold room and into an elevator. Rhea and Finn followed. Rhea pressed the button in the elevator for floor 6, the top floor.

I buried my face in Damian's chest, feeling a hand rub soothing circles into my back. I felt pathetic. I felt like a little girl again, unable to control my emotions and desperate for any kind of affection.

The elevator stopped and Damian carried me to a couch, putting me down as I let go of his neck. Rhea sat down on my right, letting me slump against her. Finn sat down on my left. Rhea lifted me up into her lap before Finn picked up my legs, making those go over his as he moved closer. Throwing an arm over Rhea's shoulders, he let her put her head on his shoulder. I leaned against Rhea with my head in the crook of her neck while I pulled Finn's jacket tighter around me.

Damian returned with a blanket and a box of tissues. He threw the blanket over the three of us before sitting on Rhea's right and put the box of tissues on the coffee table infront of the couch. He put his left arm on the backrest of the couch, using his other hand to rub my side.

It was warm, cozy even. Here I am, seeking safety and compassion from the people I sought to destroy. For months, I've schemed against them, trying to make their empire crumble. Yet, here I am, cuddled up against them, tears rolling down my face. Pathetic.

AN: This post was inspired by a series of another creator, igncrxntripley. Go show their account some love.

"If you want to talk about it, we'll listen. If you don't, that's fine too."

#the judgment day #oneshot #poly relationship #mafia au #why is everyone hot #why am i like this #finn balor #damian priest #rhea ripley #mami rhea

[mateidontevenknow]

YALL.

I've been getting into WWE again (I know it's staged). Can we appreciate Rhea Ripley for a second?? Like DAMN Dom's a lucky man...

#wwe womens wrestling #womens wrestling #rhea ripley #why am i like this

[mateidontevenknow]

Y'ALL.

I've been watching The Order on Netflix and I am dying. How did they make Hamish so hot but he's a side character?? The man is a werewolf, a plus in my book, he is a bartender, the biggest plus ever and he teaches at a university. Oh and he is a Knight of St. Christopher. Help me I'm dying.

Also VERA, my bisexuality cannot handle this. She is so fucking pretty. And the way she talks, I fucking love it. I love how headstrong she is. I only finished the first season and I'm obsessed already.

16/10 Would recommend to every single person ever.

#netflix #series #The Order #werewolves #kill me now #Why is everyone hot

[mateidontevenknow]

ONESHOT ALERT

Fandom: The Vampire Diaries

Ship: Klaus x Damon

Soft Spot

Damon had been in a relationship with Klaus for a while now, but there was one thing he still wasn't used to; Klaus' obsessive need to touch him in some way.

It starts with an innocent hand holding his, then an arm sliding around his waist and suddenly Damon has found himself in an unrelenting hug. Klaus will not let go until he is satisfied.

Damon sometimes falls into these traps.

-

Klaus was exhausted, collapsed onto the couch and dying inside at the sheer stupidity of certain individuals. Damon thought he'd be thoughtful and drape his favorite blanket over the poor Hybrid, but it immediately backfired.

Klaus waited before striking, like a true predator. Damon leaned down to carefully wrap the blanket around Klaus. In his moment of vulnerablity, Klaus grabbed the vampire around the waist and pulled him onto his chest. Klaus wrapped his leg around Damon’s, effectively trapping him. Damon squirmed before immediately voicing his displeasure.

"No, not this again. I have work to do. Please..."

"Please what?"

Please let me go, I beg you."

"As much as I love to hear you beg, I adore this a little bit more."

"Seriously?"

"Yes, besides lately you haven't been sleeping enough so I'm not letting go until you’ve been asleep for at least a few hours."

Damon sighed and lay his head down against Klaus' chest, listening to his heartbeat. He did end up falling asleep. It was the best sleep he'd ever gotten and he hated that. Klaus' plan actually worked. Damn him.

-

Damon stood in the kitchen, staring into the open fridge. He had a very important decision to make. He was hungry but he couldn’t decide between O Negative and B Positive. He only knew what Caroline would pick.

Then he felt hands on his hips. One of them moved to wrap around his waist. Then he felt a body leaning against his back. A head found its way to his neck, where it settled. The hand fled from his hip, instead finding itself in his hair, running its fingers through his raven locks.

Damon sank his head back at the sensation. Klaus knew exactly how much he loved it. He knew exactly what he was doing.

"Hello, love."

Klaus muttered the greeting before latching onto Damon’s neck, covering the pale skin in hickeys and love-bites. Damon moaned quietly as his eyes shut.

"You can't keep doing this. I have to do stuff, you know?"

"No you don't, besides we both know you enjoy it."

"Fine."

Klaus carefully picked Damon up, before putting him down on the sofa and watching as Damon stretched out his arms for a hug. Klaus grinned before flopping down onto Damon.

"I'm still hungry."

"Too bad, because you're stuck now. Might as well enjoy it while it lasts. I know I will."

-

Damon was trying to shop in peace but his plans were immediately obliterated by Klaus, who just had to go with.

Damon strutted through the mall at an impressive pace, Klaus following behind, looking at the people around them. They all seemed so normal, it was unsettling. He caught up to Damon just in time to see a man across the room, gazing at Damon with hungry eyes and a smirk on his face.

Klaus wrapped an arm around Damon, walking in sync with Damon’s steps. Damon rolled his eyes at Klaus' possessiveness.

"I know I'm yours, you don't have to remind me."

"I'm not trying to remind you."

"Oh so you're just trying to prove it to someone who is completely irrelevant to us and our relationship."

"That's one way to put it."

"Ok, around Elena I understand but a random human in a Chicago shopping mall, seriously?"

"Leave me be, it's in my nature. Wolves are extremely territorial."

"Fine, but I want you to know you're being stupid."

-

Damon was panicking. Elena had just kissed him and he was absolutely disgusted. While dating Stefan, Elena had kissed him. He pushed her away as fast as he could and stood stunned before getting a few words out.

"Elena, no! You are dating my brother!"

"But Damon, I thought you wanted this."

"No, when I said I was dating someone, I was serious."

"What? Who?"

"It doesn't matter. What matters is that he and I are in a happy relationship, that you do not get to intrude on."

"He?? You're gay?"

"No, I'm pansexual, now out, out of my room."

"Wait Damon-"

Then a new voice could be heard.

"Come on, you heard the man."

Damon turned around to face the door with a small smile on his face. His suspicions were confirmed as he saw a certain hybrid's frame in the doorway.

"Hey, Klaus, I'm sorry, but I really didn't mean to."

Elena’s reaction was less tame.

"Klaus?! What do you want?"

Klaus walked briskly towards Damon before slinging an arm over his shoulders.

"Damon, Damon get away from him."

"Elena, calm down, he came because I asked him to."

"You invited him here, after he tried to kill me?"

"Yes, because the world doesn't revolve around you. I can hang out with my boyfriend when and wherever I want."

At this point Klaus had Damon wrapped in a side hug, while still glaring at Elena. Klaus kissed Damon’s cheek in confirmation.

Elena huffed before storming out of the room. Klaus broke the following silence quite viciously.

"I was hoping she'd cry, but unfortunately, no such luck."

Damon gave a grin at that.

#i ship it #oneshot #damon salvatore #klaus mikaelson #tvd damon #tvd #klamon #tvd oneshot #why am i like this

[mateidontevenknow]

Hi

I'm the same one who asked about which fandoms you write for and I was wondering if you watched "True blood" by any chance? Since I ship Eric Northman from true blood with Damon Salvatore from TVD a lot and I'm craving to read something about them.

Also I always fantasize about a love triangle between Klaus, Damon and Lucien Castle,since he hates Klaus and all,so if both he and Klaus fell for Damon it would be so cool

Thank you again ❤️

I haven't watched True blood, but it has been on my 'must watch' list for a while now, so I might come back to this after I've watched it. Also I completely forgot Lucien Castle existed, so I might come back to you on that too. Especially because of the potential power dynamic between him and Klaus. See, I'm already getting ideas, I'll watch an episode or two to refresh my memory and then I'll see what I can do. Thanks for the idea.

[mateidontevenknow]

Hi

I like your writing so I wanted to know what fandoms you can write for and if you are into animes fandoms or not

Thank you

I don't watch anime but I am into writing Harry Potter, Marauders, Vampire Diaries, Supernatural, How to train your Dragon (Series included), Good Omens, Pride and Prejudice, The Queen's gambit, Wednesday Addams (New one), Avengers, Avatar: tlok and atla, Criminal Minds, The Order, and Teen Titans (OG animated series). Probably forgetting one or two, but these are the Fandoms I am in and willing to write for. Also I am into character analysis so if someone gives me two OCs who are practically meant for each other, I will probably get way too attached and write about them too.

[mateidontevenknow]

Can you write more oneshots or even fanfictions about Klamon please 🥺❤️

Sure, at first I didn't get many notes on those but I'm glad you enjoyed them. They are truly my otp.

[mateidontevenknow]

ONESHOT ALERT

Fandom: Harry Potter

Ship: Charlie Weasley x OC (Fem)

Self bondage gone wrong gone right...

It was the tenth of December and Beatrice was excited. Lately, she had been experimenting with self-bondage.

At first she kept it simple, with a few ropes or belts around her legs, keeping them together. She could easily get out but she still enjoyed it. Next it turned into crotch ropes. Those became her favorites. Finally she attempted chest harnesses. She enjoyed the feeling of rope digging into her skin. If she was feeling good, she'd add a vibrator into the mix.

She avoided her arms, paranoid that something would go wrong. She made sure to keep those free at all times. Until one Friday night when she felt brave. Charlie would be gone for a few hours at a work celebration dinner. This was the perfect opportunity.

It was cold tonight, the grass covered in an inch of snow. So she lit up the fireplace before starting with her project. She sat down on her favorite blue chair, with rope, an armbinder, a blanket, nippleclamps and her two toys. She had her wand for just in case.

She stripped, carefully taking off each piece of clothing, before sitting back down with her toys and some lube. She coated a big dildo in lube, before teasing the rim of her asshole with it. She gasped at the cold medium.

She slowly pushed it inside, a moan escaping her as it pressed up against her. It wouldn't go all the way in, but she had a way to fix that. This was one of her larger toys and she could feel as it stretched her open.

Then she took her egg vibrator, coating it in lube before gently pushing it into her tight hole. She pressed it up right against her sweet spot. She shivered at the cold lube. She stood up quickly, clenching down on the dildo to keep it in place.

She grabbed a rope from the small table. She threaded it through in between her legs before doubling back to secure it tightly to her waist. The rope pressed up into her, forcing both toys up even further. She could barely walk.

She flopped back down into her chair, moaning as the dildo was forced up into her. She grabbed some rope. Starting at her ankles, she started tying her legs together. Her ankles were followed by her calves, knees and thighs, before she tied it to the rope. She snorted as she added a rubber band around her big toes. She started on her chest harness, the red rope framing her breasts beautifully, while still wrapping tightly around her.

She had some rope left, so she started decorating herself in the pretty red rope. A rope went just underneath her ass, lifting it up nicely. Another wrapped around her neck, just tight enough to grab her attention. And after adding a thick rope belt to her waist she was satisfied.

She attached the clamps, letting them pinch her sensitive nipples. She took a sharp breath. She grabbed the vibrator's remote before putting it on a low but very noticeable setting. It buzzed away as she carefully slipped her arms into the tight leather armbinder, securing them behind her.

She concentrated, using magic to wrap the blanket snuggly around her, tucking it into the rings of rope around her neck, covering every last bit of her bondage. She smiled at her work, before relaxing completely, enjoying the bondage around her. She looked up at the clock, it was 19:15. Eh, she'd enjoy it until ten.

There she sat for the next few hours, with nipple clamps digging into her skin, a dildo stretching her out and a vibrator buzzing away, all while she was unable to move a muscle. It drove her crazy. Her holes were becoming extremely sensitive, giving the vibrator so much more power over her. It edged her on, teasing her for hours. She could imagine her red swollen hole.

She was panting, listening to her own pathetic sounds as the vibrator edged her. Her legs were trembling as she grew wetter and wetter.

Eventually the clock hit ten and she decided it was time to end her little paradise. But after trying a few times, it dawned on her. She couldn't concentrate long enough to summon her wand and she couldn't move an inch. The table was right there, but she couldn't do anything. Her only hope was to wait for Charlie.

She trusted Charlie and he would probably think it's hot, but this was not how she pictured him finding out about her new hobby.

Suddenly she knew what true helplessness felt like. And she adored every second of it. Knowing that she cannot escape drove her mad and suddenly her situation was so much more erotic.

A few hours past, a few hours of moaning and whimpering at the constant vibrations. She was trapped and she loved it.

Beatrice was too out of it to hear the lock click and the door swing open. And she didn't see Charlie as he walked through the threshold, he had heard her.

He walked into the living room to find his roommate and FWB in complete ecstacy on her chair. Her eyes rolled back in pleasure, her jaw slack and her tongue hanging out of her mouth. He grinned. He was right. He had suspected this for a while now. After finding some rope, leather and a gag, he connected the dots, but he decided to wait until she was ready to tell him. He had tried to catch her in the act multiple times before, but she had been to quick in the past.

He flicked his wand and the blanket vanished, exposing her tied body to him. He walked towards her before crouching down beside the chair. His hand moved down towards her legs, his hand caressed the sensitive skin of her inner thigh.

"You look gorgeous like this, darling. What did I do to deserve you?"

He kissed her, letting Beatrice moan into his mouth. He pulled away before taking off his jacket and going upstairs, leaving her in her predicament. He got a gag and a blindfold from the small drawer in her wardrobe, before going back downstairs.

He slipped the blindfold over her eyes before securing the ball gag behind her teeth. She was trembling as the pleasure coursed through her. He grabbed the remote before turning it off. She whined through the gag, begging for more.

"You sound pathetic."

The amusement was clear in his voice. He turned the vibrator back on, picking a higher level. Her pussy was red and swollen, clearly overworked. She came in only a few seconds, groaning loudly as she did. He switched it off after her high and got to work.

He removed the nipple clamps first. Next he untied the rope around her neck and torso, freeing her arms from the armbinder briefly, before using rope to secure her arms in a boxtie. Then he took off the crotch rope, followed shortly by the vibrator and the dildo. He kept her legs bound and her arms in the boxtie while he removed the rest.

Beatrice was beyond confused, thankful but confused. They had never used serious bondage before, usually only using a pair of wrist cuffs, so why on Earth was he so calm about this? And why did he keep her arms and legs bound?

She felt as he picked her up, but it was impossible to know where he was going until she was gentle put down in warm water, she was in the bath tub. He crouched beside her and grabbed the shampoo bottle, putting a big blob on her head and gently massaging it into her hair.

"Cheatah..."

She mumbled through the gag. Charlie only laughed at her. He had tricked her into letting him take care of her. He loved taking care of her in any way he could. He loved washing and brushing her hair, helping her put on lotion and sunscreen, working out the knots in her stiff back after a long day, cleaning her always-dirty reading glasses and literally anything else he could do for her.

While Beatrice enjoyed the attention, she never thought herself worthy of all his pampering. She always tried to stop him, up to the point where he had to get creative. It had turned into a game for him, a game he usually won. And today was no different.

He washed her hair and scrubbed her down with a sponge, ignoring her protests. He wrapped her in a warm towel before taking her to their bedroom. He braided her wet hair and removed the rest of the ropes leaving only the gag and the blindfold. She didn't bother trying to take them off as he'd just tie up her arms again.

He turned off the light before bringing her down onto the bed and laying her down beside him. He finally took off the blindfold and then the gag.

"You can come at me all you like, but we both know I'm not going to stop."

Beatrice kissed him on the cheek.

"I know."

#i ship it #harry potter angst #harry potter #charlie weasley #hp one shot #oneshot #why am i like this #dood I wish someone would do this for me #smut