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damiansgoodgirll · 26 days

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hello, can you write about damian priest x reader where she just got into the main roster on RAW and she felt left out in the women's lockerroom (except becky and liv) and a impossible crush with the archer of infamy but he is the one who ask her out

love this request!

‼️a little angst and rhea’s a little mean, sorry

damian priest x reader

my birdie

you were a shy person.

always been. but when it came to wrestling, you were an animal, everyone knew about your abilities and they loved you for it. that’s why you went from nxt to smackdown and from smackdown to raw in less than two years.

people wanted to see you doing big things and big things came when hunter placed you in a completely different roaster.

you made some friends in nxt, you’ve been there the most so your colleagues got to know you better. it’s not that you were rude, you didn’t like being on your own either but you were shy.

some of your colleagues got to know this side of you and tried to involve you in more activities together, others didn’t care as they all wanted to focus on themselves.

when you spent a few months on smackdown, everyone apart from bayley ignored you. she immediately understood what you were feeling. fear of being alone and starting in a roaster where you didn’t know anybody and the fact that you weren’t talkative at all was making it 100% harder.

you were grateful for bayley and for her patience with you, that’s why you cried to her when you were being shifted on raw.

you wanted to be on raw, you were just scared of how you were going to be treated. it wasn’t easy on smackdown but at least you made a friend.

the first two weeks were hard. bayley was constantly checking on you, making sure you were okay and doing good. she even said to the other girls that you were shy and needed a little time to open up but it felt like they didn’t care.

liv and becky were the only two people who never made you feel unwanted. they took times to introduce you to the rest of the raw squad.

basically, everyone was ignoring you.

shayna tried to get to know you, and in fact she liked your shy and calm persona but she was too focused on her goals to have time to get to know you better. still, you appreciated her efforts. she still spent time eating lunch with you and you were really grateful for that.

but, apart from the three girls, it was clear that you were unwanted. other girls saw you as a threat.

especially rhea. you would describe the meeting with the judgment day “the most scary day of your life”. liv introduced you to them and you felt like an animal in a cage when you felt all of their eyes on you.

dom and finn didn’t really care about you. rhea ignored you but kept watching you. damian, well, damian had the audacity to make some stupid jokes about your shy persona.

“what is a scared birdie like you doing in a place like this?” he joked making everyone but liv laugh “cat really got your tongue birdie? be safe out there, you’re a little bird in a room full of cats ready to eat you alive”

“and the one right here” dom said pointing at rhea “is the scariest cat you’ll ever meet” and with that they all left.

you remember crying that night.

you also knew that becky and liv had a conversation with them because they stopped poking at you. they just watched you from afar. especially damian. who you got a little crush on but could never tell him. you couldn’t really understand why he was constantly watching you. when you were training. when you were on live television. when you were basically doing nothing. he was watching you and his beautiful but firm eyes made you a little scared.

“what is she doing here?” you heard rhea saying to finn, one time you were all training together. she didn’t know you were listening but you were. and her words hurt you “she looks like a lost princess from disneyland” she said making finn laugh.

you excused yourself from training with becky and seth and they immediately knew something was wrong. they took you under their protective wing, training with you and teaching you new moves.

“jeez rhea, was that necessary?” becky said with an angry look on her face.

“what?” she said like nothing happened.

“why do you all hate her so much? what has she ever done to you?” seth said to finn and the rest of the judgment day.

silence.

they had no reason to hate her “like i thought” seth said.

“she’s in the wrong place” rhea said, not making eye contact with becky.

“wrong place? she kicked your ass last week” becky said laughing “just because she’s shy doesn’t mean she isn’t capable, she’s just as smart and strong as you rhea…she just has more difficulty to open up to people…you guys should help her instead of making fun of her, or at least, if you don’t feel that kind to get to know her, ignore her…for her own sake, stop making fun of her” becky said very annoyed before leaving with seth.

that night you kept thinking about rhea’s words. maybe you really were in the wrong place. maybe you didn’t belong with them. maybe you really should be doing something different. and those thoughts made you cry because wrestling was all you ever wanted to do in your entire life.

but before you could overthink again, a soft knock on your hotel room awaked you from your wandering mind.

you weren’t definitely expecting to see damian priest in front of you.

“hey…” he smiled at you.

“you should at least wait until tomorrow to make fun of me” you said, looking at the ground “again…”

damian felt guilty.

he saw how you quickly wiped your tears away. he also knew he fucked up.

he felt guilty because in reality he was in love with you. you caught his attention the moment liv introduced you to them. he was watching every move you made, making sure you were being safe but he didn’t want to let you know what he was feeling.

“i’m here to apologise…”

“sure” you still weren’t looking at him.

“i’m serious y/n…i’m so sorry for how i made you feel, for how me and my team made you feel…” he began apologising and you let him in the room before you could catch other’s attention “we thought it was funny at first but…we clearly weren’t thinking and for that i’m so sorry, we didn’t mean to hurt you” he said truthfully but still you weren’t looking at him.

his eyes had a different effect on you.

“can you please look at me?” he said moving closer to your body “are you scared of me birdie?”

“i’m not scared…” you said raising your eyes.

now you were both looking into each other’s eyes.

“i’m sorry…really, so so sorry for hurting you…” he apologised again.

“it’s okay damian…thank you for your apology, uhm…it’s okay now i guess” you shyly smiled at him.

“and if you’re okay…i would like to get to know you a little bit more…only if you’re okay with that” he said a little awkwardly.

“yes…it’s okay for me”

“perfect” he smiled “what about tomorrow? i’ll take you somewhere nice for lunch, if you’re free of course” he rambled.

“i’m free” you smiled, seeing how funny he was being.

“then i’ll see you tomorrow birdie” he smirked before leaving your room.

“would you ever stop calling me that?” you asked him.

“i don’t think so” he smiled at you closing your hotel door.

you looked at the door for about ten minutes before moving into your bed, smiling like a teen who just got asked out.

now, all you had to do was to get a nice sleep and waiting for tomorrow to come.

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darlingpwease · 8 months

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I wonder if Can you write Yandere Omega Seth (from Ennead) if you okay with it

I'll find you

hide as much as you can // I'll find you

♡ fictional mythology, unhealthy behaviour, lovehate dynamic (love -> lovehate), animalistic behaviour, pet names, power exchange, mention of bloodletting (seth), hints of incestuous relationships?; beta!reader -> alpha!reader, heqet/khnum!reader implied

♡ rough treatment, mild blood kink, mild scent kink, heavy petting, dubious consent -> consensual, unprotected sex / breeding, bondage by sand, power imbalance -> power exchange; word 'womb' used once for Seth

𓂀 Contacting this omega is not the best solution — you realized when you first met him, while coming out of the Nile, the keeper of the floods of which you were.

Of course, it's not that you were obliged to communicate with any of them or even be interested in your distant relatives, who were no more than the seventh water on the jelly, but you needed to come out of the depths of the Nile at least from time to time — and when you finally come out, for the first time you meet an unusually red shade, burning like a torch against the background of burning golden sand and the sky blue as the waters of the Nile.

He was like a creature that was born from the spilled blood of all the fallen warriors who did not find their way home, but took refuge in your waters, sprinkling your waters over and over again until the river turns red like the sunset.

His name was 'SETH', he was the god of war and the desert, his parents were Geb and Nut — and when your gaze first crossed, it was as if you were hit on the head with something; almost a low cry of 'YOU WERE NOTICED' so loud that if you were human, you would turn away and run away, — under the sand, under the ground, under the water, no matter where, — but you are not a human and, even if you were weaker than him, you would not run away.

After all, who is the 'God of War and the Desert' against the Deity who keeps the Nile?

“Don't you dare look at me like that anymore.”

wolf cub.

You can guess that his behavior is probably an attempt to attract, as a fertile young omega provokes a fertile young alpha to get angry and chase after him, showing everything they can, just to prove that they are good enough to fill the womb. You know all this. After all, you were the one who created the figures of people who were illuminated by Ra, and you were more than able to watch these playtimes when the lovers went too far in their games and fell together into the coastal waters after a long chase.

And you more than know the brilliance of those eyes — and react faster than realize, like water, which acts intuitively, not relying on reason, to survive. They say that betas have a stronger intuition with understanding of the world — it's not for nothing that you are one of those gods who prefer maximum detachment, 'spirituality', achieved through refusing to accept the role of omega or alpha.

And you let your instincts dictate.

Before his cheeky mouth has time to say anything, you just have to make a wave so that the waters of the Nile aim at him like a beast that has found prey — and break against a strong, slender figure, without causing severe pain, but forcing him to take steps back, no longer bursting into your space.

SETH'S hair, dripping and darkened from the water, sticks to body — but before he has time to resist you in any way, calling to himself the sands of the desert, submissive to him like a tamed pet, you dissolve into the water, returning to your native current...

“I'll find you!”

... The waters of the Nile easily take you into themselves as a natural part, hiding you from the outside world, dissolving like everything that falls into the water abyss and stays here; it's not for nothing that people say that it was water that gave birth to life, and that water is necessary for life.

And although you are not a water Deity, you are also worth something.

𓂀 You know that this is not Ra — although the method of summoning is the same, Ra would rather strangle herself than summon you, especially so soon after the last arrival. Even if you had a... good relationship, — you both contributed to the appearance of 'humans' — it was obvious that you were still different.

Your clay figurines needed a bright fire to come to life, just as she craved worship and followers — it was an interchange where mortals became what brought you closer and pushed you away from each other.

However, SETH was looking for you for other reasons, quite different from 'worshippers'.

Although you are used to being summoned in other ways, such as sacrifices and festivals, you must admit that you clearly underestimated the son of Nut and Geb, who were no better than any of them — but at least they were smart enough not to try to find out from Ra a way to summon you without having to wait at Nila.

Because more than herself and power, Ra loved only to have fun — and sometimes you wondered if she was looking for power just to have fun.

“... Heh.”

When he looks down at you, like a child who has found a gift hidden from him, his scarlet lips stretch in a cheeky smile.

If most gods and goddesses somehow have more alpha and omega traits, then SETH looks like there are too many of these traits in him, like an omega-like alpha or alpha-like omega than beta.

“It turns out that this is the only way you can be summoned? I thought to the last that she was lying...”

The scarlet spot spreads across the water surface of the unusually calm Nile, dissolving in the streams of water that carry the particles with them, absorbing a new part of itself into its course. If people knew how much Nile water contains particles of their children, parents, friends, spouses, enemies, detractors, traitors — would they drink it?

If they knew that the same water absorbs the blood of the gods they worship, what would they look like, scooping up water like the purest gold — the same as he controls, the God of the Desert, smelling of sand dust, dry grass and heat?

“I don't care. You're here, so it was worth it.”

You don't think that the blood of God should be used for such things, like simply calling you from the river bottom, but don't say anything, giving someone to continue — and SETH continues without hearing an answer.

And although he, in fact, created a trap for you, filling the entire stone floor with his sand to make sure that you don't run away anywhere, you feel more like in the paws of a small puppy than in the cave of a mature wolf.

Wasn't it really an exaggeration to be afraid of him?

... Apparently, you have been under water for so long, absorbing the blood of warriors and animals, that you have become too sensitive to any danger...

“I promised you I'd find you.”

𓂀 SETH smells of freedom — not the freedom that has no limits or restrictions, only dead bodies that float along the Nile can have such freedom, but the freedom that is like the hot breath of the desert during the day and the icy whisper of the desert at night; it smells of heat, dry grass, the blood of soldiers and treasures captured with the help of weapons.

You pretend that you don't notice when treasures fall to the bottom of the Nile, and that, moreover, don't understand who gives you them; but it's hard for you to deny that you don't like the look of them. After all, the Nile is not just a 'river' or 'your home', but your temple and refuge, and the sight of expensive and precious things sheltering the once bare, dreary bottom undoubtedly improves the view and your mood; especially when the current of the river carries you further, and gold, like a lighthouse, shines; sprinkling the dark bottom is like the moon shining on the darkest desert night.

SETH is hot and fervent, like burning blood flowing out of him until you hand an object that can immediately contact you, instead of flooding waters, as if out of spite spending more than really needed, as if the more blood, the faster you will rise to the surface.

(in a sense, it is, but for other reasons...)

You can understand that this relationship is frowned upon, at least by his brother, but there's not much you can do — the waters of the Nile are all-encompassing and almost omnipresent, and the way SETH regularly calls you is almost charming if it wasn't so intense, as if every time he struggles with himself in the desire to devour you or to drag away, but at the same time I have to give up this need, which is close to the human need to drink water. You don't need to ask him about it to know — the way he looks at you, as if wanting to sink his teeth into your skin and take you to his cave, is more than eloquent, and even the way his smell intensifies, silently shouting that he is a strong, healthy and fertile omega, in itself is an obvious sign.

And the fact that you are just as quiet and calm, like serene dark waters, untouched by gusts of sandy wind, only further inflames his burning passion and desire, which he himself cannot describe in any way except as 'mine'.

Mine.

Mine mine mine — you give life, carry life, no matter in a running stream or standing water, watching as the surface is filled with bodies and blood, dirt and tears, bodies entwined in passion and love embraces. It doesn't matter — everything will be dissolved in your current and carried away until it becomes no more than another drop in billions of the same, carrying information that only you know.

SETH, on the other hand, carries with him the smell of something wild, giving life, — but also ruthlessly taking it for himself, strewing everything with the red-hot gold of the desert, which becomes more and more every time you rise, noticing how the waters that used to caress the fertile lands now nourish the sand.

And you know what will happen next — SETH has never been a secretive type, even if his method of hunting was closer to big cats hiding until they get close enough to bite into the throat and gnaw, taking them to their hideout. SETH is the same cat — big, red and strong, smelling of mature omega when he notices that you are more responsive to this fragrance.

SETH is not at all deeply interested in the topic of "let's mate" — are you sure that he is attracted not at all to your physical data or smell, but to how comfortable and safe he is next to you, letting him finally relax, looking for comfort in your waters, and that if he decided that you would be his, then you will be his.

He will always find you.

𓂀 SETH is persistent, stubborn and aggressive. Even if his emotions are a sphere that is easy to push and cause pain, you understand perfectly well that he is the god who will break rather than bend.

But when he asks you what happens to the bodies of those soldiers that he led to war, when they find themselves in the Nile, like bags full of blood, breathing and thinking recently, at first you don't know what to answer — not because you can't share his silent pain, looking like a scorpion that suddenly bared you have a soft vulnerable tummy, but because you have nothing to answer.

What happens to the bodies? The Nile absorbs them — everything that was dumped into the waters finds itself in the stomachs of animals or in water particles, carrying with it such an amount of memory that nothing else can contain.

“... If I die one day, will you promise that my memory will be preserved in your waters?”

You no longer know if you are talking about the waters of the Nile or something else — but you know that you will probably never find SETH like this again.

Unusually fragile, as if really an ordinary omega who just wants to have a family, a common nest and puppies. To have you as an alpha, to be in the same nest with you and to have children together.

What can you say other than consent? No matter what happens, he will always remain in your memory — as a special memory that will never be erased.

“... Thank you. I'll never forget you either. And I won't let go.”

His eyes are burning just like the sunset on the background.

“We'll be together. Always. Because I chose you and I won't let you go.”

𓂀 His power becomes stronger, and when you meet him again, you have nothing to oppose when the sand from the land and the bottom rises to grab you.

Undoubtedly, it wasn't something that you 'didn't expect' — SETH was never the type who tried to hide what intentions he had if he saw that it would affect your attitude, and even if he found comfort in your touches and hugs, covering him like a blanket from the whole world, he never had this safe habit of 'being content with little'. His intentions were obvious from the first meeting and did not change at all — you were perfect, from head to toe, the only one with whom he would like to spend one heat and then make you spend thousands more, finally feeling complete, finished.

He, the god of the Desert and War, with you, Deity of the Nile flood — is not the best couple that can be?

'No'?

... Ha, does someone think that things like "imperfect couple" or "more worthy" or "more accessible" or "morally wrong" or something else will stop him?

Does he need permission? If he wants it — he will get it. And nothing can stop him.

Even if you are a beta, you smell fertile, pleasant, sweet — you smell of life, sex, from which children are born, absorbing the spilled blood and creating from it what brings birth and fertility, and SETH has always been more than gambling and ready to put everything on the line.

And you knew it.

Even if you are safe in the water, once you get out, nothing can save you — especially when you step on the sand, which immediately becomes your cage, locking you in. The waters immediately splash out of the Nile, crushing on him, but now SETH moves only a couple of steps, becoming much more powerful — and when palms grab by the wrists while teeth close on neck, everything inside you starts screaming again that you need to run right now.

Now the sand turns out to be decorated with spots of the deity's blood.

His mark pulsates on never-marked neck — and although it is not the same among deities as among people, you clearly see that for him it was not at all 'just a bite' or a 'mating mark', but a sign of possession, while the pupils in the blood-red iris, the shade of red-hot metal, expand, and a nimble pink tongue licks the blood from scarlet lips.

Red.

RED RED RED.

Nails are no worse than the claws of a wolf, and even fangs look like they can easily tear apart a dozen other people who decide to intervene.

The sand squeezes your feet so tightly that you can't even twitch.

This is all completely wrong.

You cowardly escape into the waters — betas are not capable of mating, are not created for this, closer to 'asexual beings' who do not have a biological task in the form of giving birth, much closer to the primordial asexual matter than to the omegas and alphas giving birth, but for some reason a mark with an imprint burns on his neck which didn't exist before.

Was it you? Or was it the part of you that you denied? You didn't know. It is easier to plunge into the native waters than to try to figure out why for the first time its fragrance was so dizzying, or why you went for something like this. You're not like that at all — not like that at all. It's not normal.

But you'll have to get out soon anyway.

You don't want your omega to get hurt while calling you, right, alpha?

Interlude

“I'm surprised you decided to step in anyway, dear.”

When the sand almost gently wraps around your hands, you realize that the biggest stupidity you can do is to try to escape.

Even if there is water in things like vases in the room, this is too little to create the necessary amount — and even to make sand soft and heavy, such a meager amount is not enough, except to pour it on him and break a vase on this face.

“Wasn't it you who liked to be constantly huddled in your little shell? Hiding there from any danger and thinking that it will help you?”

His hands are not the same as before — slightly rough, wide palms that easily slide over your cool skin, leaving warm traces, slightly scratching with sharp nails, as if hinting that you should not do rash things; if he did not smell like a blooming omega, you would think that he was alpha or alpha-like beta.

“But it turns out that if it's not me, but someone else, then you're ready to help them! No matter how much blood I shed, you didn't come out — but as soon as it was Isis, you immediately got out to help.”

His mark on your neck has not been pulsating for a long time, but when his fingers touch your neck, he freezes for a moment, assessing the scar left, which is almost impossible to notice — and from something, your body again feels this soreness, fettering for a moment from the realization of what happened before the brain began to work feverishly.

Then.

Now you are experiencing phantom pain until you realize that it is not 'phantom' — SETH shamelessly licks your blood from his fingers when he realizes that he scratched the old mark.

“This is wrong.”

Even when blood drips down from the shoulder, you know that's not what you need to worry about — his body is hot as the desert during the day, especially when his hips easily sit on top of yours, taking care that the sand does not let go of your hands.

“I promised you I'd always be there for you; although it was you who avoided me all these years, not appearing even when the corpses filled the entire Nile, while the other gods were terrified of what was happening — but I understand. A lot to do, yes? You've always been busy and strict, ever since our first meeting, when you doused me like some kind of animal.”

The thick scent of omega is so strong that you are not sure if it smells from him or if it is something else — the same thing that made you bite his neck then; your bite is also still burning on his skin, although it looks much more noticeable on him, although you are sure that you bit weaker than him.

The sweet bloody fragrance makes you dizzy.

“And when I saw you, I realized that you didn't live well either; after all, who but me could take care of a hermit like you?”

His hands, in spite of everything, are omeganine soft and pleasant, even if he uses them to look even more wrongly charming, as if he did not sneak into your bedroom — in which you were definitely expecting this meeting — to "talk heart to heart" while his hot wet slippery thighs touch your hips,

obviously.

“I was doing the wrong thing. I gave you the 'right to choose', thinking that this is what lovers should do — but, you know, people around me explained to me what I did wrong. By own example. And I'm ready to show you what I should have done back then, instead of this idiotic thought that you'd think it over and make a nest with me...”

He purrs — deep in his throat, like a big cat, when a strong flexible hand gently rests on your chest while the second one uses the surface behind as a support, rubs against your thighs, leaving sticky wet traces of juice on your bare skin, from touching which your skin burns, and you don't look at him, making sure not to do anything you might regret,

“Look at your omega.”

but it's hard to do when his hand moves from your chest to your throat, not squeezing, but feeling quite threatening, even if you are sure that it will not cause any harm.

“Don't you dare take your eyes off me or I'll scratch them out. You can only look at me and see only me. No one else and nothing else.”

The way he hovers feels almost the same as when he was able to summon you for the first time — his hair hangs down freely, like the flames of candles burning around you, and the same abnormally bright glow burns in his eyes, like the eyes of a cat. Or a wolf.

An abandoned, starved wolf.

“... Like I said, no one cares about you but me — you can fight this idea all you want, but we both know it's true.”

It's wet, wet, hot, sticky, tight between SETH'S thighs — you didn't consider yourself a 'virgin', but when the smell gets stronger and sharper, even you need time to get rid of the veil of excitement that covers eyes in the basest way, looking at his strong thighs while red hair falls over his shoulders, revealing a view of the most handsome omega in your life.

“Therefore...”

His lips are scarlet, thin, beautiful, and when he bends over you, you can't feel the inarticulate delight and the misunderstanding that follows it, associated with the simultaneous desire to pull away from repeated unusual stimulation and the desire to take this stimulation, grab by the hair and breed until it becomes clear that you will need a joint nest, in which he will keep the puppies while you fill him again and again.

Over and over, until his belly is rounded.

This is wrong.

His legs are slender and strong, ideal so that you don't have to do anything while SETH is able to at least move his knees — but you are sure that if you just wrap your hands around his hips and squeeze, you will get much more pleasure and delight, hammering into him with the basest this is wrong in a way.

It's the smell of omega. Definitely the smell of omega.

You yourself can't feel like this for him — for omega, who first marked you, then pursued you for many years and now, finally getting a chance, immediately pounced like an overexcited wolf, to such an extent that you can see the juice flowing down his thighs, although you are sure that even he does not realize it himself, considering it nothing more than a 'punishment'.

“... let me take care of–”

Of course you will.

Everything happens in the blink of an eye — the water, the sand, astonished expression on his face and how it takes you no more than a couple of minutes to find yourself in a deliciously tight heat, from which his claws immediately scratch your hands holding him on his back until it bleed, but nothing in him tries to escape, even if SETH growls mixed with purring, choking on words as you snuggle tighter, allowing something more animal, dirty to take control.

You smell of life, passion, sex — 'the very sex from which children are born', the very life that gave rise to mortals, and you know that you have something to fill this womb with.

When his cheeks are covered with a bright blush, reminiscent of the shade of his eyes and hair; you can't help but reach out to burrow into his neck, not caring about the sand that is wrapped around your ankle — and not caring about the aggressive imperiousness with which SETH squeezes you while sharp fangs bite your lips almost to the point of blood, greedily kissing, almost devouring.

If you leave me again, I'll find you and kill you.

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lilsedge · 11 months

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Masterlist

Becky Lynch

Seth Rollins

Dominik Mysterio

Rhea Ripley

Damian Priest

Finn Bálor

Shayna Baszler

The usos

Solo sikoa

Sami zayn

Kevin Owens

Cody Rhodes

Roman Reigns

The Shield

Bayley

Liv Morgan

Bray Wyatt

Alexa Bliss

Raquel Rodriguez

Edge (Any era works, even AEW)

Shawn Michaels

Rey Mysterio

Reminder if you do request I won’t get to it right away but it will get done!!

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The fic titles that match with another (ex: Rewards) is a poly fic for those two or more people.

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Damian Priest

Rewards

Doubts

Am I Good Enough?

My protector

I’m not him

Anything

Crushing

A Night to Remember

Worlds (coming soon!!)

Finn Balor

Rewards

Betrayal, but No Regret

Found Family (coming soon!!!)

Dominik Mysterio

Jealousy gets the best of us

The Helper

Home doesn’t have to be a house

Smiley

I’ll Help You Practice

She’s So High

Falling for You

Dominik headcanon

In the Right Place

Smile

Love confessions (mxm)

I’ll Hold You

Worlds (coming soon!!)

The Judgement Day

You’re Doing Amazing

We don’t want to do that

Too Drunk

Be good

Surprise Surprise

You’re Doing Amazing pt2

Heel fun

Need A Hug

Their Champion

I Didn’t Make Them proud

Edits

Jey Uso

Birthday Gifts

Help you sleep

Rhea Ripley

The Huntress

Matching Tattoos

Solo Sikoa

Not like anyone else

Protection

Stuck

Rey Mysterio

You’re okay now?

Could I Do Anything To Help?

Let’s Dance

Thank you

Thank you pt2

Shayna Baszler

Softy

Edge

Overstimulated Help

Let’s Dance

It’s not your fault

You did it

Bray Wyatt

Firefly Girl

Roman Reigns

Messing with you (coming soon!!)

Seth Rollins

Messing with you (coming soon!!)

#wwe x reader #wwe fanfiction #wwe imagine #wwe smut #dominik mysterio x reader #damian priest x reader #finn balor x reader #rhea ripley x reader #jey uso x reader #wwe headcanons #solo sikoa x reader #rey mysterio x reader #shayna baszler x reader #edge x reader #edge wwe x reader #Bray Wyatt x reader #seth rollins x reader #roman reigns x reader

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pictureinme · 4 months

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kinktober day xxiii. PANTIES – seth (looper)

word count: ~800 tags: PERVERT ALERT!, panty stealing, male masturbation, subby seth, illegal use of tk abilities masterlist | ao3

Seth watches your sleeping form from his spot on the fire escape, the night giving him enough cover to not alert anyone of his presence. He knew this was fucked up, and if you woke up, it would ruin whatever chance he had at a relationship with you– but he could not care less right now. Seeing that peek of your cotton panties earlier when you bent down to help him fix his bike… Seth almost snapped right there.

He swore to himself that he’d settle for just thinking of that moment again and again– but he knew he had to get his hands on them sooner or later. Seth, utilizing his TK abilities, smoothly unlocked the latch on the other side of your window, and stepped in quietly– he’d brag to Joe later about how it can be used for a lot more than just making quarters hover. He was already half-hard at this entire situation, despite that logical part of his brain trying to convince him how depraved this all was.

The soles of his dress shoes made no sound on the carpet of your apartment floor, lucky him. This wasn’t the first time he’s been in your apartment, he knew you kept your laundry basket in the bathroom. Seth slowly makes his way to the ajar door, the tile making it slightly harder to keep quiet. He lets out a breath he didn’t realize he was holding as his eyes fall upon the hamper– eyes immediately finding that elusive piece of fabric.

It wasn’t anything special or erotic– that wasn’t the point. It was something you wore in your day-to-day, and for reasons Seth doesn’t understand, that turns him on more than anything else. His shaky fingers grasp the cotton, the feeling of it wasn’t anything special either. He swears it still feels warm from your body heat, but logically, he knows that can’t be true. It had been hours since you had fallen asleep– Seth made sure of that.

Peeking his head out from the bathroom, he makes sure you haven’t stirred in your slumber before he quietly unzips his jeans. He smirks to himself as he pulls out his now fully hard length, he obviously had no more qualms about the panties if he was gonna do this in your own apartment while you were fast asleep. Seth wraps the fabric around himself, and he lets out a shaky breath at the touch. Shutting his eyes, thoughts of you bending over flood his mind– he barely has time to control his whimpers. He elects to clamp his other hand over his mouth as he starts pumping slowly, continuing to imagine your curves.

“Fuck, (Y/N),” he whispers into his palm, eyebrows furrowed as his wrist flicks just right, “So fucking tight, yeah…”

Seth’s head lolls back as he starts fucking into his hand, he can feel how his precum is beginning to dampen the delicate fabric. He pictures you against the bathroom counter, hands braced as he fucks into you just like this– maybe with your panties still on, just tucked to the side. God, how he’d love to make you fuck yourself back on him, watching your desperate expressions in the mirror– as if he wouldn’t be the one falling apart.

The sudden and jarring thought of you knowing how desperate he was has him stuttering in his rhythm. Would you degrade him, or praise him for being so pathetic? Either way, Seth had to bite down on the flesh of his hand to shut himself up. Would you call him a pervert if you saw him like this, fucking into your dirty panties and panting like a dog? It catches him off-guard just how much the idea of that gets him going.

“Please, fuck,” Seth mumbles, looking at himself in the mirror– hair a sweaty mess and mouth agape behind his hand. “Wanna come, please, (Y/N)...”

He thinks of your perfect voice in his ears, calling him pathetic for all of this– would you even let him orgasm? In this moment, he prays you would. Seth’s hand meets his erratic thrusts rapidly until he’s spilling into his hand– and more importantly, your panties. It’s both a blessing and a curse that every drop landed in the fabric and not on the cold tile below.

As if on auto-pilot, Seth stuffs the now even dirtier panties into his pocket, zips himself up, and barely even glances at your still-sleeping form before heading onto the fire escape again. He silently locks the window behind him and hops off the rickety ladder. There’s only one thought on Seth’s mind, and that is: how the fuck is he going to look at you tomorrow?

#seth looper x reader #paul dano x reader #seth looper smut #paul dano smut #kinktober 2023

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mellowwillowy · 6 months

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Streamer Reader: *streams normally*

Yan! Hacker: *moderating chat professionally*

Streamer Reader: great job Seth! You are the best mod I've ever had! Not to mention my revenue is increasing after you fill in for that last mod.

Yan! Hacker: *doxxing and blackmailing all the haters into donating for you* mmh, that's great.

The previous mod: *scared shitless after getting blackmailed by Seth*

-- IMG, NSFW —𝒀𝒂𝒏𝒕𝒐𝒃𝒆𝒓 - 𝑳𝑰𝒇𝑬 𝑷𝒓𝒐𝒋𝒆𝒄𝒕 𝑬𝒗𝒆𝒏𝒕

Yan! Hacker who tapped your phone the first time you and he had an IRL meet-up. He doesn't look like those typical stuck in at all, instead, he is very nice although tends to be silent/listener all the time.

Yan! Hacker who is not only nice, he is actually no different from how he acts in the game you two were once stuck in! Remember how much of an asshat he was? (No, I don't.) Yes, he is still an asshat except that you don't know that he's an asshat that is obsessed over you!

Yan! Hacker who thought the first meeting you two had as a first date deep down inside his heart, remembering every little thing the two of you did and jot it down like a teenager in love.

Yan! Hacker who will somehow find a way to make you invite him to your place, allowing him to tap your PC, laptop, door's password anything that

Yan! Hacker who is surprisingly actually really younger than you by 2 years, you thought he was only bluffing in the game to make himself younger. He would use that fact to tease you for being an oldie, fooling your fans into thinking you are some teenager.

Yan! Hacker who would watch you non-stop after having your whole shits under his control. While he did introduce himself to you as a programmer, he has also learned more than just those silly codings. Oh, he even knows how to deactivate your security alarm so that you would never know how he sneaks into your room, jerking himself off into your face.

Don't worry, he will reactivate it again once he leaves, wouldn't want people to barge into your place like they own it right.

Yan! Hacker who will somehow always give you the things you place in the wishlist cart. While it is indeed touching, how the fuck does he know all the things you want and need???

Yan! Hacker who will do questionable shits to every conversation you hold online. Anyone he deems as an eyesore would somehow be... gone. Don't worry, he's sane enough to not bother anything related to your work. That will be handled by him personally without using your account. (Read blackmail)

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Yan! Hacker: How about we go to Japan? I heard the Love Hotel here *shows review* is great. Lots of varieties and *explains everything you've done your research on*

Streamer Reader: ...? Yeah this is where I wanna go on my next vacation, how come you got the same idea as I do?

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Streamer Reader: *loses a debate online*

Yan! Hacker: *coming in like a white knight with another fresh blackmail material*

#yandere male #yandere #yandere x reader #yandere scenarios #yandere x you #yandere imagines #male yandere #yandere insert #yandere oc #yandere headcanons #yandere works #yandere smut #yandere writing #reader insert #x reader #oc #x gn reader #LIfE Project #Seth the Resistance

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wolfpackss · 10 months

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Hi, if you can, please write something about Seth Clearwater imprinting with a very playful girl who loves to tease him and make him shy and nervous like lifting his shirt or kissing his cheeks, or else a scenario where they go to a school dance together and he declares his old crush on her. Feel free to change the things you want, thank you so much❤️

I love love love Seth! I had a lot of fun writing this. Thank you so so so much for requesting something. I’m new at this and English is not my first language so I’m sorry for any mistakes. As you can see I went a little overboard with this one haha! Hope you enjoy!

“Are you serious? You wanna take me to the dance?” Seth could feel his cheeks warm up and he began stuttering a little. “I mean, if you want to. If you don’t that’s okay, it’s just I mean” Seth rambled on and it made you giggle a little. The last dance of the year, your last year. Your last chance to tell him how you feel. “I mean it’s the last dance and I’d like to spend it with my best friend” Seth blushes as he finishes his sentence. You slightly wince at the last two words but manage to smile. “Last dance, Seth. You and me” you share a smile.

You and Seth have a little complicated relationship. You are playful, sarcastic and very spontaneous while he’s very shy, quiet and soft. He’s always nervous about everything, even if it’s just talking to you. You are just friends but that doesn’t mean you don’t have feelings for the boy. The feelings started very early on in your friendship. You saw him evolve from a boy into a man.

Little did you know he’s feeling the exact same thing. He’s always so shy but knew you were right for him the moment he saw you and it all became clear the older you became. You are no longer the little girl he fell in love with, you are the woman he loves. And he plans to do that for the rest of his life, starting with the night of the dance. The perfect setting.

Three weeks later you’re waiting in the living room of your home with your parents who are beaming at you. “You look so beautiful sweetheart!” Your father holds up his phone to take picture number 300. You roll your eyes at their enthousiasme. “He’s here!” Your mother rushes to the front door to let Seth in. He walks in and you let out a small gasp as you see him. He’s wearing a black tux with a white undershirt and black bow tie. He’s holding a bouquet of flowers in one hand and a small box in the other. He hands your mother the flowers, giving her a small kiss on the cheeks and shakes your fathers hand.

“You look absolutely stunning” he leans down to kiss your cheek and you beam up at him. “I know right, I’m wearing a dress. I mean, that’s something” you joke and he smiles back. You look at the box in his hands and he opens it. A gorgeous corsage is laying there, matching the color of your dress. “How did you -“ you abruptly look at your mom who looks away sheepishly. You and Seth grin at each other.

The entire evening is full of laughter and jokes. You tease Seth throughout the evening and he just blushes or looks away smiling. When the dj announces the last dance of the evening, Seth takes your hand and leads you to the dance floor. “No stepping on my feet, Clearwater!” You laugh at him as he puts both his hands on your hips. He softly squeezes them as he laughs with you. “Just dance, beautiful. And listen to the lyrics while your at it” he whispers in your ear.

The song More than friends by Meghan Trainor and Jason Mraz comes on and when I listen to the lyrics I softly laugh. “You trying to tell me something or?” You try to joke but you fail miserably when he looks at you with a small smile. Your heart starts beating rapidly against your chest and you can feel your hands become sweaty.

“Yeah I am, beautiful. I have this stupid crush on you that turned into so much more. This is my last chance to tell you how I feel and I though maybe this would be the right moment. I love you, I think I always have. I don’t want to be your best friend, I want to be more. I want be the one you think about when you wake up and when you go to sleep. I want to be the guy that you point at and say “that’s my man” when you’re with your friends. But i get it if you don’t want that or if you don’t see me like that, I mean” you cut of his rambling and push your lips to his.

“I’m yours Seth, always have been” he smiles and kisses you again.

Last dance, last chance. And you wouldn’t trade it for the world.

#seth clearwater #seth clearwater x reader #Seth Clearwater request #Seth Clearwater blurb #Seth Clearwater fluff #seth clearwater smut #Seth Clearwater angst #Seth Clearwater x you #Seth Clearwater x y/n #twilight imagine #twilight #wolf pack

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sethsclearwater · 4 months

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Hi, could you write something for seth x reader x paul where both wolves are in heat and r is loving it but so overstimulated

"there you go pretty girl," seth groaned as he dropped his head back, eyes closing as he came undone inside you, both of your breathing heavy as you rode out your orgasms.

you were sucking in heavy lungfuls of air as you slowly came back to your senses, only to see your other imprinter stepping over, "you want her?" seth asked breathlessly as he looked over his shoulder to paul who nodded, reaching down to pump at his hardened cock while seth pulled himself out of your overstimulated walls.

you let out a low whine, anxiously looking between the two boys who both just let out breathy laughs at you, "you're doing so good pretty girl," seth reassured, leaning down to press a soft kiss to your forehead, "takin' such good care of us," he added as paul got in between your legs, only taking a moment to line the tip of his cock up with your puffy, red entrance before he was thrusting inside of you, eliciting groans from both you and paul.

"why don't i go make dinner, yea? want you to get some food in you after this so you can have a little break," seth suggested as paul began thrusting into you, setting a slow and steady pace because he knew how sensitive you were thanks to the countless number of times they'd fucked you in the days prior.

you nodded, letting out a breath you didn't realize you'd been holding when paul interlaced one of your hands with his, offering your hand a reassuring squeeze as he continued thrusting in and out of your pussy, the lewd squelching sounds that came with each thrust serving as a reminder of just how many times the boys had cum in you the past few days.

seth leaned down to press one more kiss to your forehead before he was getting his sweatpants back on and heading into the kitchen to find something to make for dinner.

"you wanna cum or you want me to take it easy?" paul asked, picking up his thrusts a bit when he felt his own orgasm rapidly begin approaching.

"jus' came with seth," you responded with a soft giggle, voice raspy from all the moaning you'd been doing the past few days, "jus' wanna feel you," you added, already knowing your clit desperately needed a little break from both boys' relentless touches.

paul nodded, "i'll be quick then," he reassured, giving your hand another squeeze which had you smiling again, absolutely loving how thoughtful both of the boys were even during their ruts.

"take your time," you whispered, allowing your legs to fall open more to give paul better access to your pussy which he apparently loved, seeing as he began snapping his hips against yours in a ruthless fashion, not stopping until you felt the familiar warmth of his seed spilling into you.

his thrusts stuttered and slowed and you let out a happy sigh, giving paul's hand a gentle squeeze as he continued to fill you up with his release, "i don't deserve you," paul groaned as he slowly came back to his senses a few moments later, playfully thrusting his hips a bit further into yours just to hear the obscene sounds that came from your soaked cunt.

you let out a giggle at the action and paul smiled, slowly pulling his cock out of your walls so you could finally give your pussy a much-needed break from their rut, "why don't you lay down for a little bit, yea? you need some rest," paul suggested and you nodded, smiling as he helped you up the bed so you could rest your head on one of the pillows.

"i'll lay with you," paul reassured, coming to lay down next to you so he could spoon you, "you're doing such a good job," he added as he got the blanket pulled up and over the two of you to encourage you to get some rest.

you smiled, peeking over your shoulder to give him a quick kiss, "i'll wake you up once dinner is ready, okay? get some sleep," paul encouraged, wrapping one beefy arm around your figure to pull you close to him while you drifted off.

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thefanficmonster · 2 months

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hii could i request a Seth Borden x gn!reader where the readers been teasing him abt being scared while they’re filming a haunted video and then they comfort him when he gets genuinely scared?? TYY

Hi sweetheart! Thank you so much for the request! I hope you enjoy the fic <3

Lots of love, Vy 💌

Safety Blanket

Pairing: Seth Borden x Reader (Gender Neutral)

Warnings: Swearing, Ghostly activity, Paranormal Investigations

Genre: Fluff, Comfort, RPF (Real Person Fic)

Summary: see request above

"What's up guys, it's Sam and Colby!" I mentally check out for a few seconds as Sam and Colby start filming the intro to their video as Seth and I idle around in the background. "Today, we'll be investigating one of the most brutal prisons in US history." Colby explains to the camera, turning to Sam to give him his cue.

"The Darkmont Correctional Facility in Huntsville, Alabama." The blond declares before turning off the. "We'll film the history segment inside, it's too windy out here. The audio will be a bitch to edit." He tells us, tilting his head to the entrance gates of the massive and downright terrifying building that has been abandoned for decades.

A shiver runs down my spine as I look up at it. Not so much out of fear, more so excitement. I was an urban explorer long before meeting and dating Seth, let alone Sam and Colby. I have a decent pile of trespassing charges under my belt but my adventures never included dabbling into the paranormal. It brings a whole new level of adrenaline to the table and it always makes for a remarkable experience, especially with these guys.

Seth, on the other hand, approaches the paranormal with much more skepticism and a ton more fear which I believe contradict one another - how can you be afraid of something you don't believe in? But alas, I don't fight him on it, I know it's pointless.

Messing with him, however, works like a charm.

I take my opportunity to do just that when I see him very visibly gulp as he takes in the exterior of the prison as we enter the courtyard past the giant metal gates the tour-guide left open for us.

"Someone's looking paler than usual." I poke his side with my finger, hitting a particularly ticklish spot that causes him to jump.

He grabs my hand, lacing our fingers together, "Not at all, I've seen worse." He shrugs, feigning nonchalance with a simple shrug even though I can clearly see the goosebumps on his skin.

"Whatever you say, babe." I mock him with a pout, dragging him along with me, forcing some speed in his steps to catch up with the guys.

The interior is infinitely worse than the exterior. It's stonewall, concrete and metal wherever the eye can see - which isn't much considering how dark it is. No lights are on, the only visibility being provided by the daylight seeping in through the barred up windows. It's a pretty cloudy day so there's not much of said daylight to go around either.

In short, it's the perfect atmosphere.

That's only confirmed further when I feel Seth's hand tightening its hold on mine, seeking the comfort he's too prideful to actually ask for.

"Welcome, yall." A deep voice with a southern drawl catches our attention out of the blue, startling us. Well, some more than others considering I didn't fail to pick on Seth's little jump out of the corner of my eye. I can't help but laugh, causing him to blush.

The voice belongs to our tour-guide Alan. He greets us each individually before starting the tour, telling us the stories stemming from this place. Sam, Colby and I take turns holding the main camera, capturing different angles as we walk through the eerie halls and cells. Seth tried helping out as well but his hands are too unsteady to get any usable footage so he's just taken to carrying the bag with the equipment and holding my hand as if I'm the scared one.

As the tour comes to an end, Alan turns off the lights he had turned on at the beginning, wishes us luck and sets off on his way, saying he hopes to see us all alive and well in the morning. It's the cherry on top of the terror cake he'd made with the history of the place as well as visitor horror stories. He gave us further proof of the paranormal activity in the place with pictures and recordings that Seth discreetly avoided looking at for too long.

The early hours of the night are upon us at this point and we've switched over to flashlights and the camera light to guide ourselves around the premises. Sam and Colby excuse themselves to the so called 'taming dungeon' to film the history segment for the video.

I walk around, looking at the marks on the stone walls while Seth remains rigid and jumpy in the middle of the large space that used to be a lobby. When I stray down the hall, following a trail of what I hope is paint on the wall, he jogs to catch up, prompting a laugh from me.

"Don't worry, babe. I ain't going anywhere. You're alright. The ghosts aren't coming to get you....yet." I add the last part with a low whisper and a tickle to the back of his neck. I've come to realize that defocusing his attention from the fear factor and instead move it to our banter is the best course of action. He'll never admit he's scared, so the best I can do is try and actually make him forget he's scared.

"Shut up..." He laughs, tickling my side as a counter-attack. "You're the worst."

I grin up at him, "Oh you love it."

Something tells me it's gonna be a pretty long night.

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"Is it just me or is it freezing in here?" Seth speaks up as we migrate from one floor onto the next after a brief investigation with the flashlights and other equipment. The spirits are talkative but dodged properly answering any of the questions we asked. They actually appeared to be talking amongst themselves more than us but it was still informative.

"I think it's cause you're a little bitch." Colby, who's also been put on edge by the activity we've gotten so far, replies. He masks his own fear by messing with the rest of us and I respect that. I'm doing the same.

"Oh fuck you!" Seth laughs, lightly punching his arm, "Y/N back me up here!"

Sam and I have already begun setting up the flashlights and REM pod so I'm partially distracted when I turn my head to look at the two. I glance between them, Colby giving me a fast nod. "Yeah, whatever Colby said." I shrug, evoking two completely different reactions from them.

As soon as we start, we are basically told to leave. We try to get a few questions in to try and ease up the tension but the spirit's opinion doesn't change - he wants us gone. And I can't blame him, if I died in this horrible place the last thing I'd want is to talk about it.

With that last group investigation we reach the audience favorite - and Seth's most dreaded - part: the solo investigations.

A game of rock-paper-scissors decides the areas we'd be covering: Colby takes the attic, Seth is on the second floor, I get the ground floor and Sam takes the basement somewhat voluntarily - something I greatly admire. We each take a piece of equipment with us and we split up.

"Hey..." I take Seth's hand before he follows Colby up the stairs, "I'm just a flight of stairs away. If you get freaked out, just call out to me, I'll meet you at these stairs, ok?"

He gives my hand a reassuring squeeze, and truthfully - I needed that. "I'll be ok, I hope. But the same goes for you. Anything happens, I'll be right down."

With a parting kiss, we each begin our investigations.

I, for some reason, chose the music box to be my piece of equipment. I've placed it at the beginning of the main hallway and take a seat in a fold up chair, turning on night vision on my camera.

"Here goes nothing. I'll be fine, I'm far more worried about Seth, he hasn't been handling the night very well..." just as I say that I hear a voice and my heart nearly drops in my ass. Turns out I haven't been handling it all too well either, considering Sam's faint voice was enough to send me into cardiac arrest.

I take a deep breath, willing myself to actually say something to the potential presence keeping me company at the moment. Just then, the music box whirrs to life, playing its creepy tune for a good couple of seconds, as if encouraging me. "Hi, are you here in the hall with me?"

The answer is almost immediate as the music box comes to life once more.

"Were you a prisoner here?" I ask once the tune has stopped playing. I get no answer so I try again, "A guard?"

There it is, I think as the music creepily bounces off the walls in the quiet space. Sam has walked to a different part of the basement because I can no longer hear him. It makes the situation much more eerie, makes me feel much more alone.

I throw out a few more questions with no outcome that can be considered content worthy so I begrudgingly decide to relocate to somewhere else on the floor. Just as I grab he music box to turn it off, I hear a huge crash from upstairs and a string of curses that quickly get louder, accompanied with footsteps approaching the staircase behind me.

I quickly flick on the camera light, illuminating Seth who gallops down the stairs with inhuman speed. I barely manage to catch him, placing my hands on his arms in order to slow him into a halt and stabilize him. He's shaking like a leaf, his eyes are wide and his face has reached a sickly shade of pale.

"Whoa, whoa, whoa, what happened?" I ask as I pull him into a hug, "Hey, you're ok, you're ok. Everything's ok."

I see Sam peep his head up from the staircase, coming up from the basement, alerted by the noise. "What's wrong?" He asks as he jogs over to us. Colby is nowhere to be found, clearly oblivious to what happened.

"I...oh fuck...." Seth mutters, his breathing still heavy, "I mean, I got what I asked for. I wanted a clear sign and a door slammed shut. It freaked me the fuck out." He explains, still extremely shaken up but a bit calmer as he clings to me.

"Ok, ok, well that's great." I see the conflict on Sam's face, balancing between excitement over the footage Seth captured and worry for his friend. "Are you alright? Take a breather, stay here. I'll go grab Colby and we'll do the Estes method when you're ready." He says calmingly, his gaze fixating on me for rational and coherent responses but all I can do is nod, my full focus is taken up by Seth.

"Yeah, yeah I'm good. Holy shit, that was insane, though." He manages to say, tapping Sam on the shoulder, "Go get Colby."

I lead my boyfriend over to the chair I was previously occupying and sit him down, crouching in front of him, "You captured something incredible back there, babe. You're incredible!" My hands rest on his knees as I too still am wrapping my brain around what happened just now. "Whoever was there with you can't hurt you. You're stronger than them and you have authority. Hey, they might like you, even! I barely got anything down here. The spirits must really like you to shut a whole ass door for you." I'm rambling, I'm aware, but it seems to be working since Seth is smiling now, some color having returned to his cheeks.

He lets out a chuckle as he runs a hand through his hair, "Well, I am the distant relative of a murderer. That's gotta count for something." He says, making me laugh.

"That's what I'm talking about." I smile up at him, my thumb drawing abstract patterns on his knee, relieved to see he's feeling better already.

"Thank you." He adds after a stretch of silence, "You're like my safety blanket." His hand cups my cheek, automatically prompting me to lean into his touch immediately.

"Happily, babe." I slowly rise up so I can lean in and meet him halfway.

Just as our lips are within a millimeter, we hear pure disbelief echo off the walls as two pairs of footsteps rush down the stairs. "A fucking door slammed shut?!!" Colby shouts breathlessly, causing us both to burst out laughing.

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ashcal99 · 11 months

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Collarbones : Jasper Whitlock Hale~

Prologue

"I can see your collarbones and baby I'm scared, Never thought I'd be so unprepared"

Summary: Camila Johnson was only 16 when she was diagnosed with leukemia. By the time she had turned 17, the doctors had tried everything to save her. Her family is close to giving up hope when they hear of a doctor who may be able to help her. The only problem is, he lives on the opposite side of the country. The small family soon decides to move to the small town in Washington, in efforts to prolong her life. In doing so, her life changes forever.

Warnings: Eventual smut (18+ only), mentions of death, depression, descriptions of disease and weight loss, general angst, slow burn

Words: 1.8k

A/N: Not sure how many parts this will be but yahhhh. Comment if I missed any warning or anything plz thnx.

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January 22nd, 2005

Snow had always amazed Camila. The way that each flake was so diverse in size in shape. It was quite like people she had thought. All beautiful is their own unique way. As her eyes focused on a particularly tattered looking flake she thought that must be how she looked. Fragile and so ready to melt away from this world. Just teetering on the edge of existing.

She wasn't used to snow, had only seen it a couple of times in her entire life. You didn't get much snow in Orlando. None to be exact. But her world was going to be different now. Everything in her life had been uprooted because her body couldn't do the most simple thing in the world; live. The majority of the world's population had so much life to live, years to make mistakes and find their purpose, to find their happiness. She didn't get that privilege, however, not since she got sick.

So there she was, in the back seat of her mother's mini van staring at snow falling on her window for the past ten minutes. It had been just the year prior Camila had found that her body was failing her. Leukemia. A disease she had known little about before all of this. So many doctors, so many tests. She often wondered if this was all worth it. Moving their entire lives across the country for her health, when she most likely would never recover. Cancer was expensive and the odds of her survival weren't looking too good. She practically had one foot in the grave as it was. What was the point of dragging on another year of her life if it meant piling on medical debt?

She knew her parents would never see it this way, so she had always kept those thoughts to herself. In reality, she had come to term with dying not long after being diagnosed. It was too mentally exhausting dreading the inevitable.

Of course she had to put on a brave face for her mother and father. Dying was simple for the dead, you take your last breath and you're done, you're free. The real tragedy was with the people who were left to mourn the dead. To have someone you love so dearly be ripped away before your eyes, the pain was unimaginable.

So she endured the treatments, the testing, although she knew in the end, it wouldn't work. She would get another year at best. Most likely less. She had low expectations for her life now. She knew, as much as it hurt her to her core, she would never get to go to college, get drunk, get married. Her whole dream of a life had dissolved with her diagnosis.

Her parents seemed to think otherwise, hence the move. They had heard of a doctor in a small town in Washington. They had hoped that he could help. Naive wishes, but Camila wasn't about to take that away from them, no mater how much it hurt to see them waste so much money on her deteriorating health.

She could see it, her body starting to wither away. Her once curvy stature had began to whither away to skin and bone. Her eyes, once bright and joyful had turned dull, filled with pain. In fact everything had turned dull, her eyes, her skin, hell, her life. She had a future before everything, and now she had nothing but a ticking clock on her life. Her bones constantly aches and she was always covered in bruises, sometimes it even hurt to breath.

A small sign blurred by her window, welcoming the small family to the town. Finally, signs of civilization were starting to appear as the drive further into town. They had been driving along empty road for what seemed like years, so she was relieved to see some life finally.

The van slowed to a stop in front of a house suddenly. The house was a small homey looking thing, painted a dull yellow. Ugly, but still cute in a weird way? They had to size down from their house previously, having so many medical bills to pay off. Luckily, they weren't a huge family. Just her mother and father besides herself.

Her parents had wanted more kids, having Camila at a young age, but after years of trying, they were met with no success. Who knows, maybe they would try more after Camila died. A second chance at being parents. She hoped they would, they were good parents. The best she could have ever asked for. She was truly lucky to have them.

Ignoring the aches in her joints, Camila stood slowly from her seat onto the cracked pavement of their new driveway. She circled around the car to meet her father at the trunk. They had left most of everything behind to make the move easier, deciding to buy cheap used furniture instead. "What can I help bring in?" Her voice croaked, groggy with fatigue.

"Nonsense, sweetheart. Your mother and I have got it." Her father tutted shooing the teen away. She huffed, laying her hand out in front of her.

Her father looked questionably at his daughter's palm. "Well, I at least need the keys. Don't I?" She laughed, rolling her eyes sarcastically. Receiving a low chuckle in response, he dropped a small silver key in her hand.

"This one can be your copy." He smiled down to her.

She made her way into small house, floorboards creaking beneath her feet as she walked into the family room. The house was only one story, this having been a selling point to her parents as their last house had been two floors. After being diagnosed, it had become too difficult for her to walk up the stairs to her bedroom on a daily basis. There were only two bedrooms in the house, the master, and her own room, so it was easy enough to avoid getting lost. She swung the door open to her own, the hinges whining in protest.

It was small, but freshly cleaned. She could smell the faint scent of pinesol in the air. The wooden floors were bare except for full sized mattress that sat against the far left wall. Her mother had already made a deal with their realtor, making sure that she had acquired a bed before they got there, so Camila could go to sleep early like she often did as of late.

Fatigue often riddled her withering body, but at that moment she was more alert than usual, ready to set her room up and decorate to her liking. She walked to the small window that sat to the right of the mattress and drew the thin white curtains back. The ground outside was stark white with snow and bare besides the trees that lined the edge of the forest. At least she got a nice view.

Once her boxes were carried into her room for her, she began unpacking. She went through piles and piles of her clothing, most of it being many sizes too large. After losing so much weight, she had refused to go out and buy anything new. What was the use when the new clothes would stop fitting within a few months anyway? She did have to buy a few new items, like underwear and a few pairs of pants, but for the most part, she made the baggy shirts work and wore a belt when necessary. If anything, it would hide how unhealthily skinny she was becoming.

Letting out an exasperated sigh, she finished hanging the remainder of her clothing in the cramped closet. She pushed the last few boxes aside, opening one to grab some clean bedding and a pillow. She struggled, bones starting to ache fervently and she stretched the last corner of the fitted sheet onto the mattress. She huffed as she threw the blankets and pillows in place and stepped back to look at the finished product. She shrugged, deciding that it looked comfortable enough.

She sluggishly pealed her clothing away from her body, exhaustion suddenly hitting her like a ton of bricks. Pulling on the old worn sweatpants and t-shirt she had set aside, she plopped down onto the plush mattress, already feeling her eyes droop with sleep. She decided she would push her shower off until morning, knowing it wouldn’t go well if she was so lethargic. The last thing she needed was to pass out in the middle of showering.

January 23rd, 2005

The warm stream of water poured over her fragile body, trailing down her thin frame. She let out a contented sigh, relishing in the comfort that it brought to her aching skin. She looked down at herself, taking the sight in. Her hands were becoming much bonier than before. Her old rings no longer fit her fingers, sliding and rotating anytime she tried to wear them. Her hip bones jutted out, no longer having a layer of fat to cover them.

She had used to be a little chubby, always wishing she could have a flat stomach. Now, she would do anything to get her old body back. It was odd how that worked. You really didn't appreciate what you had until you lost it.

Her thoughts were cut off, the once warm water turning to ice. Shit, she thought, jumping out and engulfing her rigid body in a fluffy towel. Guess the hot water ran out. She wrapped the towel snuggly around herself, walking swiftly to her room, locking the door behind her.

The sun peered through the crack in her curtains, leaving a beam of blinding light streaming through the mostly empty room. Rummaging through one of the boxes labeled with her name, she grabbed her hairdryer and plugged it into the outlet next to the one mirror she had brought from the move. She didn't like the way it made her hair frizzy, but she also didn't want to go to her first day of school with wet hair. She definitely didn’t need to get sick with a cold on top of everything else.

School. Forks High School. She didn't enjoy the fact that she would be entering halfway through her junior year, but she refused to let her parents keep her home any longer. She had begged them to let her go, her lack of a good immune system being the reason they had taken her out in the first place. She wanted to experience some kind of normal high school life before she died. She wanted friends again. So she had decided to try and conceal her sickness as long as possible. She didn't need people's sympathy, she'd gotten enough of that, she just wanted some sense of normalcy. Luckily, her hair hadn't started falling out from chemo yet, so for the time being she could act as if things were normal.

But in the end, it would be the farthest thing away from a normal high school experience.

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Harsh Rejection

Pairing: Seth Rollins x Fem!Reader

Warnings: Angst/Fluff!

Word Count: 1,596

Summary: You confess your feelings to CM Punk, but after the harsh rejection you go to Seth for comfort, but instead, Seth goes to confront him, saying words you weren't supposed to hear.

A/N: Haven't wrote for Seth in a minute. Btw, should I write for Punk? Hope You Enjoy!

Today was the day you thought to yourself as you checked your appearance.

You were about to confess your feelings to your long time crush CM Punk. Although he might be 12 years older than you, with you being 33 and him 45, you've always had a thing for dilfs.

You walked out your hotel room, went to your car, and began driving to the arena. The whole ride you gave yourself a mini pep talk, trying to somewhat convince yourself that after you confess your feelings, he'll accept you, and you'll be a nice happy family.

(With a little bit of controversy, of course)

You parked and instantly skipped your way inside the arena. "Hey, have any of you seen Punk?" You asked a near-by staff member. "Yeah, he's over there." You thanked the woman and off you went towards that direction.

As you turned the corner you saw CM talking to Kofi. "Hey, Punk!" You called out, slightly waving to him. CM and Kofi stopped talking, looking at you.

You missed the way Punk's face changed into an annoyed expression. "Hey, Y/n, what's up?" CM asked, sounding unsure. "I was wondering if we could talk, in private?" CM looked at Kofi for a second, silently communicating before Kofi left.

You smiled as CM gave you his attention. "What did you wanna talk to me about?" He asked, taking a seat on a crate. "So, I just wanted to tell you something and it's that, I like you. I think you're very hot and I wanted to know if you like me back?" You looked at him nervously, hoping he would say something positive.

For at least a good second he was quiet, just staring at you. "Are you serious?" You nodded your head. "Do you feel the same?" You quietly muttered, biting your lip.

Punk abruptly stood up, shaking his head. "No. No I don't." Your mouth dropped open in shock. "What? Why?" You mewled out.

CM looked at you like you were crazy. "Why? Because you're a kid! I'm 12 years older than you. Plus, I've been talking to someone." Confusion took over your face. "Who?"

"Aj Lee. We've been talking for about a month now, and she seems really mature for someone like me."

Oh.

You looked down at the ground, trying to process everything. "So you don't want me because you're older than me?" CM took a deep breath, running a hand across his face. "No, it's because I don't like you. You're annoying, your in ring skills kinda suck, and you're not my age. I can't be seen with you."

You felt your heart shatter slowly as he kept talking. "And imagine the controversy online. It would go crazy and I can't live that life, especially not with you, so why don't you go find some other old man to crush on because it's not gonna be me."

CM didn't stick around to hear what you had to say and it wasn't like you could say anything. You stood there frozen, taking in all the words he just said to you.

Your vision began to slowly blur up as tears glossed your pupils, before you knew it, tears spilled from your eyes, down your cheeks.

Just then, Nia Jax walked around the corner, laughing historically. "Oh, poor Y/n, just got rejected by her idol, CM Punk." You turned to her with sad eyes. You felt humiliated. "You really thought he would be with someone like you?" She laughed loudly, making you run away.

You ran far away from that corner. Your feet took you to a specific locker room. 3 small knocks and the door opened revealing your best friend. "Hey what- Y/n?!" Seth's shocked voice echoed through the halls.

He instantly pulled you in the room, cradling you in a hug. "Hey, what happened, what's wrong?" Seth kept asking, but you didn't respond due to your cries.

You felt heartbroken, humiliated, and angry. Seth soothed you, running a hand through your hair. "It's okay, calm down." His words made you snap. "No, it's not okay!" You cried even louder.

Seth jumped at your sudden outburst. "What happened, why are you crying? Please, talk to me." He pleaded, concern clear in his eyes.

"I confessed my feelings to CM Punk and he rejected me and then Nia started bullying me about it. I felt so humiliated, and Punk even degraded me." As your sentence finished another rack of sobs came from your throat, but Seth didn't hear it.

All he heard was the last part of your sentence. 'Punk even degraded me.' Curiously, he asked, "Degraded you? What did he say?" You began telling him the whole conversation, anger taking over his face at each word.

For someone like Punk, you would expect him to have some dignity to his co-workers whether they have a crush on him or not, but the words he said to you were totally uncalled for.

"Then, he told me to 'find some other old man to crush on' and left." Once you finished your story, you went back to crying, a huge headache, attacking your head.

Seth didn't know what to do. He's never seen you like this before, and it hurts him. Seth loves you much more than you think.

He gently took you in his arms, tucking your head in his neck. "Okay, okay, calm down, it's okay. He's not here anymore, nor is Nia." Your cries died down and Seth finally let you go.

"Sit here and look pretty for me, I'm gonna go talk to that bastard." Seth stood up and walked towards the door, but you called out to stop him. "Wait, Seth, stop. He's not worth it." You tried reasoning with him.

It wasn't a secret that Seth hated Punk ever since his changed headspace, but now this is gonna make things even worse. Like said before, Seth loves you and even though you don't know that, he was gonna make sure CM Punk knows.

Seth gave you one last look before leaving the room. He stalked down the halls with a mad look. "Hey, have you seen Punk anywhere?" Co-workers and staff members shook their heads, scared for what was to come between the two former friends.

Seth ended up finding him sitting on a crate, scrolling on his phone. "Aye, Punk!" Seth yelled, his voice echoing around the halls. CM looked up and saw an angry Seth coming towards him.

"You wanna talk bad about Y/n?" CM smirked, understanding what this is about. "I wasn't talking bad about her, all I said is that I don't want her." Seth growled at how cocky CM sounded, and that dumb smirk on his face pissed him off even more.

"That's not all you said. You said she was annoying and she sucks in the ring. Do you know how bad that hurt her?"

Punk had a straight face, seemingly not caring for what Seth was saying. "Do you think I care? I told her how I felt, she got pressed, it's not my fault." Punk nonchalantly shrugged his shoulders.

Seth grew mad, finally giving Punk a piece of his mind. "Y'know what Punk, you're nothing, but a sorry man who always wants to ruin someone's mood. Y/n is a good girl. She's good in the ring, and she's far from annoying, and if you can't see that, you're just stupid."

Punk's eyebrows rose, face looking a bit surprised. "Oh, so you're defending her? Do you like her or something." Seth bit his lip at Punk's teasing, but it was now or never.

"Yeah, Yeah I do like her, and that fact that she was after someone like you still has me confused till this day. You don't deserve someone like her. Hell, you don't even deserve to be in a relationship because every single one that you have, wether it's friends, or family, you always manage to fuck it up. I hope you realize what you did saying those words to her because you're never gonna have another chance."

Punk's facial expression finally changed from that smug grin to now anger. The fact Seth called him out and said such things about his relationship with his family made him feel the same way Seth did before his confrontation.

Pissed.

Seth walked away from Punk, feeling confident and proud of what he just said, but as he turned the corner there you were with a small smile on your face.

"Y/n? What are you doing out here, I thought I told you to stay in the locker room." You ignored his worrying, wrapping your arms around his neck.

It took Seth by surprise, a gasp escaping his lips. "I heard everything you said." Seth froze up. Did he just ruin the friendship he had with you? "Yeah, about that, I-" You cut him off when you pulled back and engulfed his lips in a kiss.

Seth let out a shocked noise, but soon relaxed into the kiss, wrapping his arms around your waist, and pulling you closer.

Seth felt like he was on cloud 9. The feeling of your lips were so soft, something he's been dreaming of, and he finally can feel the real thing.

He broke the kiss when he heard the sound of footsteps approaching y'all. You avoided his eyes as a staff member came around, looking at you two suspiciously.

You both giggled as you ran away, back to his locker room, forgetting about that harsh rejection from Punk.

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can you please write a really really sad story where you were dating seth rollins when he was still on shield but the. becky joins and he cheats on you with her please ❤️

i love becky so so so so so much, i’m feeling so guilty for making her the bad guy here :(

seth rollins x reader

tw : angst, cheating

traitor

you knew something was off the moment your boyfriend started skipping your usual movie nights or your friday afternoon training together.

he claimed he was too tired or too busy but you knew he was hiding something, you just couldn’t picture what.

you and seth had been dating for almost a decade, you were there through his in and out of the shield, you were there when he turned his back on seth and roman, you were there when he shared his last hug with roman before he retired to treat his cancer and you were there when seth wasn’t fully understanding the reason his best friend dean ambrose left wwe.

you were there for him, always.

he was the first person you met when you joined wwe, only 18 at the time but with so much energy to learn and be better.

he started training you, teaching you new moves and new tricks and you couldn’t be more grateful. but something bloomed out from that friendship, something that was more than friendship.

he asked you on a date. and one date turned into a second date and a second date turned into movie nights together at his place, falling asleep on his couch, him making love to you, showing you how much he loved you and how grateful he was that you were in his life.

he made you feel safe and protected, and it’s been going on for almost ten years so you couldn’t understand why he was distancing himself from you.

you saw him getting closer to becky lynch, one of your best friend. you simply thought he was training her, the same way he did to you and the same way he did with so many other wrestlers but you saw him spending more and more time with her and completely avoiding you.

“seth…can we talk?” you asked him one night, while you were both laying in bed.

“sure” he turned his face to you.

“is everything okay?”

“of course, what you mean?” he asked. he knew what you meant. he knew you weren’t stupid and he knew you were going to find out.

“i mean…is everything okay? you know if there’s something that’s bothering you, you can always talk to me…i’ve seen you’ve been avoiding me more and more these past days and if i did something to make you mad i’m so sorry…” you apologised and seth felt his heart breaking a little more.

you were apologising for his cheating.

“i promise you love, you didn’t do anything to make you mad” it pained him to lie to you “i’m not mad at you, i promise you…i’ve just been training more these days and i’m always too tired” he laughed “i promise i’ll be more present from now on” he scooped you closer into his embrace and even if his words were supposed to comfort you, you felt something was off, you felt he was lying.

and you were right.

of course you were.

you weren’t supposed to hit the gym that day but the receptionist called you to tell you that a few days prior you forgot some of your clothes in the changing room and that she put them aside for you.

parking in your usual spot you noticed becky’s car was there and your boyfriend’s car was there too. you found it weird seeing seth car there as he told you that he was at finn’s home to help him train.

the moment you stepped into the gym you knew the receptionist didn’t call you only for your clothes, she wanted you to know the truth, she wanted you too see what was going on.

becky’s arms around seth chest as she was kissing his shoulders while he was lifting some weights. he couldn’t stop smiling and you felt so stupid for even believe everything was fine. he saw your reflection in the mirror and before he could say anything you were out of the gym, reaching for your car and driving way too fast for everyone’s liking.

you couldn’t stop the tears falling from your eyes and you knew you couldn’t face seth so instead of going straight home you booked a room in your favorite hotel in town.

he called you but you never answered. he texted you but you left him on read. you were so mad and disappointed you couldn’t even face him.

your friend rhea knew something was wrong the moment you didn’t show up at your girls night together. she tried to contact you but you wouldn’t reply, not even to her. liv called you, shayna texted you so many times your phone was probably going to explode.

seth knew where you were but he knew that if he came to see you it would only ended up with blood on his face so he preferred letting things calm down.

it was the morning after, when you stepped into the wwe headquarters that you saw him. you looked like shit, you were wearing the same clothes of the day before, your eyes all red and you looked tired, almost as if you didn’t sleep at all.

“can we please talk?” seth followed you when you were going into your own office but he stopped you before you could go in.

“i’m not really in the mood…”

“please…” he begged and you turned around “i’m so sorry…i should have told you and…”

“should have told me what? that you were cheating? that my boyfriend, the one i’ve been dating for the past years has been cheating with one of my best friends? that you aren’t even ashamed about it? i really don’t wanna hear it seth…” you said almost screaming, a few heads turning around but you didn’t care.

“i’m so sorry y/n…” he said again.

“i don’t care if you’re sorry! you should have told me! you should have told me that you weren’t in love anymore instead of cheating on me! i deserved to know, i deserved to know the truth…instead you preferred lying…” you kept saying, you didn’t care if you were crying.

“i know…i know i fucked up” he was hurting seeing you like that. you were a good person, you always stayed by his side, you were loyal and caring and you didn’t deserve this, he knew that, but at the same time he couldn’t stop what he was feeling for becky.

“you fucked up? fucking my best friend, cheating behind my back, lying and making me feel like it was my fault and all you have to say is that you fucked up? i want you out of my home seth, i want you out of my life…i want you and becky out of everything, i can’t even look at you without crying…why did you do it?” you asked him.

“i - i don’t have an excuse…i know, i shouldn’t have done it…i should have talked to you” he said wiping his tears away.

“i’ve asked you so many times, i’ve asked you so many times if everything was okay, if everything was good and you kept saying yes, that i shouldn’t worry…for how long?” you asked him, knowing that the actual answer might broke you.

“five months…” he said.

five months.

two months ago was your anniversary. he was already fucking her in the same moment he was fucking you. he was telling her how much he loved her the same moment he was telling it to you.

“oh god…” you whispered, thinking about everything that happened in the past five months. you even brought up the idea of starting a family with him, you were talking about getting married and he was fucking your best friend behind your back.

“i’m so sorry y/n…” he apologised.

“leave…please, leave, i don’t wanna see you ever again…i think i’ll take a break from wrestling, i can’t even stand in the same room as you and becky without wanting to rip your heads off…” you said before turning back and going into your office.

he stood there for a few minutes, watching the plain white door that was in front of him.

before leaving he was met with the angry look on rhea’s face.

“don’t say anything please…” he said.

“you and becky disgust me…” she said before checking up on you.

you let her in and, knowing she heard everything about your and seth’s conversation, you knew you couldn’t lie to her and you spilled everything and she let you cry over her shoulder, helping you calming you down and comforting you, because all you needed in that moment was to feel affection.

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