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gogotti · 1 year

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Welcome Home Michael - NSFW - AFAB Reader

I swear you will only catch me using Rz!Michael gifs cause this man is so fucking FINEEEE lmfao

Anyway, I posted this fic a while back, but Im reposting it cause I felt like it deserves the spotlight again, and also, it was posted wrong lmfao. WARNINGS - smut, kissing, he goes down on you, maskless but no description, mentions of blood; you get a little cut, happy ending!

You were up late, and as you stood against the kitchen counter scrolling through your phone you realized this wasn't normal. You sat silently in the kitchen of your home, waiting for your special guest to arrive. It seemed like he was running late. You knew better than to rush Michael Myers, but sometimes you wished that you could. Sometimes you wished you could just text him and let him know that you were gonna lock the door, the key would be hidden under some plant because you could not afford to keep replacing the door when he decided he wanted to break in.

You heard a shuffle outside, and suddenly the door flew open, lightly slamming against the wall that was behind it. You didn't bother moving, only looking over your shoulder at him as he closed the door behind himself, quickly locking it only because he knows that you prefer it. He doesn't understand why you care so much, if someone dared to break into your house he’d gladly kill them, but it made you happy so he did it.

He wasn't happy, that you could see clearly. He was covered in less gore than normal, which meant he didn't achieve his goal for the night and as a result, you had to deal with a murderously horny 27-year-old who can't express himself properly.

He trapped you against the counter and pulled your body closer to his, his hands enveloping your hips and his body completely engulfing yours, and you hummed at his warmth. “Welcome home Mikey.”

He didn't respond, but the way he pressed himself against you, grinding his hips into your behind, let you know that he was glad to be home. He slipped his left hand under your tank top, letting it settle on your stomach while the other hand moved upwards, cupping your breast in his hand. He didn't like the fact that you had a bra on, and in one swift movement, he broke it, tearing the material off of your body. You hummed, disappointed but didn't protest. You let him palm at your breast, eventually bringing his other hand up to do the same. He suddenly huffed, positioning himself properly and beginning to dry hump you, his sloppy and rough thrusts causing the handle on one of the lower cabinets to pinch into your skin in a way that stung.

You were used to him putting you in awkward positions, so you didn't bother trying to adjust yourself as that would mean fighting against him. Like this, growling as he grinds himself against you roughly and impatiently, fighting back against him would be stupid and it would have been a death wish in the early stages of your arrangement.

That's what it had started as; an arrangement formed through a simple bargain for your life. He had broken into your home for the first time that night and had caught you masturbating. He stood there, his big lumbering form standing in your doorway going completely unnoticed by you as you pleasured yourself. The only reason he didn't kill you right away was his curiosity, which you fed by opening your legs further once you noticed him and allowing him to see you entirely. He would come back the next day, while you were wrapped in a blanket hunched over your Pc and desperately trying to finish the last bit of work your boss dropped on top of you last minute. He stood in the doorway, after breaking down the door downstairs, and waited. He only watched you for a small amount of time because soon enough he was barreling toward you and grabbing you by the throat, lifting you, and carrying you to your bedroom. You got the message pretty fast, as he stood back in the doorway after tossing you on the bed, staring at you like he did that night. You seemed to move too slow for him as he growled at you, slapping his foot down on the wood of your floor as if you were some rodent and he wanted to shoo you away.

You had obeyed him, quicker this time, and positioned yourself on the bed, mimicking everything you had done, including the half an hour of edging you had done beforehand. He seemed to enjoy that, as he inched closer and closer to you with each denial until finally, he was hovering over you, watching as you finally came with a scream. A scream Michael hadn’t heard before, so it completely enamored him. He would become just as obsessed with hearing that noise from you as he was with killing. He wouldn't bother trying to make others make that noise because you knew exactly what he wanted when he showed up in your doorway, staring at you with his head tilted.

His hips finally studdered and his movement stopped, he had taken a liking to edging pretty quickly, but only rarely was he the one being edged. You would have to catch him tired, and probably covered in way more blood than you wanted on your bedsheets, to be able to edge him successfully. His grunts, groans, and *growls* were like a treat to you now, and you would drag out that moment until he threatened you with a look that you ignored, until he would painfully grab your ass if you didn't make him cum sooner rather than later.

He grabbed your sweatpants and pulled them down, and you sighed in relief as you realized that he wasn't in one of his clothes-ripping moods. He used his foot to push your feet together, keeping your legs stuck together in one spot, and positioned himself at your hole, sliding his cock between your lips a bit and brushing against your clit, causing you to let out the breath you didn't know you were holding. He kept doing that, knowing that he was slowly building up that feeling in your core, before sliding in and placing his hands on your hips. He wasn't in a patient mood as he immediately started thrusting roughly, the sound of his overalls slapping against your bare ass filled the kitchen. You were not prepared and a painful yelp ripped from your throat, causing Michael to fuck into you harder. He pushed you down against the counter, his powerful grip secured you down and you winced in pain at the angle he had you in.

Besides the pain, you felt good, so fucking good. The feeling of his cock roughly stretching you with each thrust and the stinging of the drag as he quickly pulled himself out of you, just to repeat the so painful but eye-rolling rhythm. You couldn't help but scream, struggling to find a purchase on the wall as you desperately tried to fuck back into him. He noticed immediately, pushing you further into the counter, fucking you hard, and causing the edge to slowly but surely rip into your skin, adding an extra layer of pain into the mix. You hissed when the pain finally caught up to your senses, but you knew you couldn't do anything. You cried out as he pushed you against the counter harder, your body painfully squished in between and he was cumming, grunting like a wild animal and thrusting sloppily. You couldn't help but find a sick pleasure in that pain, and each thrust that drove the edge of the cabinet into you caused a small spark of pleasure to make its way to your core like electricity. After a while, he began quickly driving into you, and you knew he was riding that high of overstimulation, his thrusts were rough and very sloppy, but they drove you to the edge of orgasming. You struggled but you managed to grab him and he turned you, at an uncomfortable angle, so that you could look at him. He didn't stop thrusting, and through rough movement, you were able to get out a loud, pitiful whine and a “Gonna cum… Please Mikey, God, I'm gonna cum…”, to spill from your mouth.

You clenched hard around his cock, Michael’s, and your cum spilled down your legs and pooled in your sweatpants. He didn't stop as you came, and you couldn't help but wail at the feeling, his cock roughly pistoning in and out until he was cumming deep in you again, and you felt the thick load get pushed out of you with his slowing movements that eventually came to a halt. You both were breathing heavily, and now it was time for a rarely-seen part of Michael to worm its way out of the gruff man.

He gently pulled out of you, making sure to watch the cum spill out of you before standing you up and resting you against the counter facing him. You don't know when he took off the mask but you were glad that he did, because after staring at you for a while he leaned in and kissed you. Michael Myers is not a very touchy-feely man, but every once in a while he’ll come home, fuck your brains out and then cuddle with you afterward. You know it's the way he shows affection when he can actually figure out *how* to show it, it's how he shows you how he’s grateful he gets an actual meal now, and how he's grateful he gets to release his frustrations into you. He grabbed onto your neck to bring you chest to chest with him as you two kissed but relaxing your body as he supported you wasn't the best idea. The pain settled in and you hissed. Michael let you go, gently moving you away so that you could lift your shirt and show him the bleeding wound on your stomach.

He lowered himself to the wound and licked it clean, licking up the blood that spilled from the wound and trailed downwards. He pulled your sweatpants down further and opened your legs, cleaning the cum that had spilled out of you and down your thighs, he continued upwards until, suddenly, his lips latched onto your clit. You yelped, grabbing onto his head and lightly pushing him away.

“Michael! Michael, wait! I can’t…”

He obviously didn't listen and continued, his tongue roughly flicking at your clit and occasionally dipping into your hole to taste you and roughly tongue fuck you a bit until you were shaking and whimpering, begging him to stop yet in the same breath begging him to keep going. You curled your body around Michael as you came and you heard the obscene slurping noises Michael was making as you came on his face.

Out of the high-pitched moans and your squirms, it took a loud, “MICHAEL!” to get him to stop. He pulled away, watching you struggle to catch your breath from his position on his knees. You breathed deeply, placing your hand on his wet and cum covered cheek and smiling at him. He huffed, rolling his eyes and standing but reaching over to kiss you on the forehead while he tucked himself away.

You laughed as he picked you up and took you upstairs, dropping you off in your bedroom and leaving for the guest bedroom to clean. You limped off to the bathroom and sat on the toilet as you started the bath. You knew Michael would be back, so you set up a bath for the two of you, lighting some candles that you enjoyed but knew Michael would end up snuffing out because they reminded him of Smiths Grove. You settled in the bath, the warm water soothing your sore muscles instantly. You could hear Michael make his way into the bathroom, so you moved up a bit, waiting for him to settle in and grab your hips, adjusting you so that he was comfortable.

You rested your head against him, causing him to groan lightly, annoyed. You smile and closed your eyes, ignoring his little attitude as he wraps his arms around you, resting his head against the wall. You wouldn’t have guessed you'd be taking a bath with a murderer, especially Michael Myers, but here you were, comfortably leaning against him and relaxing in the hot water of the bath.

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softpascalito · 9 months

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⋆ Softpascalitos Masterlist ⋆

This is a regularly updated masterlist of all my works, posted on tumblr + ao3! They're sorted by character with warnings/tags, please still read the full descriptions before reading! My entire blog is 18+ / MDNI.

⭐ - my personal favorites ⛓️ - smut 🍂 - hurt/comfort 💌 - fluff

i write for: javier peña, pedro pascal, agent ortega, joel miller, oberyn martell, dieter bravo, silva, frankie morales, din djarin, agent whiskey, javi g, tim rockford

last update: 6th march 2024 If you have requests/questions/feedback or just want to say hi, feel free to pop into my asks! ✮

I do not give permission to have my work copied, translated, rewritten, put into any AI programs, or reposted without my direct agreement.

Specials Kinktober 2023 31 pieces of (mostly smut) - read on AO3 / Tumblr Advent Calendar 2023 25 Pieces including moodboards, hcs and fics - read on AO3 / Tumblr

✮⋆˙ Javier Peña ˙⋆✮

We got your back - Tumblr / AO3 ⭐🍂

Summary: You work as a new DEA agent alongside Peña and Murphy. A not-so-kind colleague reveals more about you than you would like. Peña takes you under his wing. Tags/Warnings: Main fic, Hurt/Comfort, Slow Burn WC: 6700+

Pregnancy Sex with Javier Peña - Tumblr / AO3 ⭐⛓️

Summary: You're pregnant, Javier is overprotective. The problem: You're also really fucking horny. Tags/Warnings: Smut, Explicit, Aftercare, Pregnancy, Established Relationship, PWP WC: 2600

Beyond Saving - Tumblr / AO3 ⭐🍂

Summary: Javier is on office duty when he learns that someone close to you has passed, causing both of you to spiral. Tags/Warnings: ❗ Dead Dove: Do not Eat ❗, Mention of Suicide, Grief, Hurt/Comfort, Angst, Minor Character Death, Trauma, Crying, Mental Breakdowns WC: 1300

Kinktober Day Three - Hate Sex - Tumblr / AO3 ⛓️

Summary: When a raid goes wrong, Javier Peña gets pissed. You expect him to take it out on you. You dont expect him to fuck you so good. Aka a steamy office romance with a side of hate sex. Tags/Warnings: Smut, Explicit, Hate Sex, Unsafe Sex, Rough Sex, Spanking WC: 2300

Kinktober Day Eleven - Humiliation - Tumblr / AO3 ⛓️

Summary: Javier takes you home after a night out. You worry about waking Steve who lives upstairs- until Javier notices the way you are staring at his gun. (Thats not code for his dick, Im talking about his actual gun). Aka Agent Peña fucks you on his couch using something other than his dick. Tags/Warnings: Smut, Explicit, Gun Kink, Rough Sex, Praise Kink, Spanking, Dirty Talk WC: 2200

Kinktober Day Twentysix - Tying a tie - Tumblr / AO3 🍂

Summary: Javier resigns from the DEA. You both reflect on your life in Colombia while you help him get ready. You also discuss what is about to follow. Tags/Warnings: Hurt/Comfort, Trauma, Anxiety, Established Relationship, Crying, Sad Javier Peña WC: 1600

Peluda - Tumblr / AO3 ⭐💌

Summary: A snowstorm hits Bogotá and you bring back a surprise visitor. Javi is not amused. But, it leads to a realization about himself- and about you. Tags/Warnings: Fluff, Nicknames, Soft Javi, Snow, Established Relationship WC: 1700

✮⋆˙ Pedro Pascal ˙⋆✮

Here with me - Tumblr / AO3 🍂💌

Summary: During his time in Morrocco, Pedro finds himself in need of reassurance. You are happy to help. Tags/Warnings: Emotional Hurt/Comfort, Established Relationship, Insecurities, Age Difference WC: 1200

I'll look after you - Tumblr / AO3 ⭐🍂💌

Summary: Pedro is sick (but of course he doesn't admit it). You look after him. Hurt/Comfort (but the twist is that you're the one doing the comforting). Tags/Warnings: Hurt/Comfort, Sickfic, Emotional, Established Relationship WC: 2000

✮⋆˙ Agent Ortega ˙⋆✮

Agents don't have favorites - Tumblr / AO3 ⛓️🍂

Summary: Agent Ortega visits the Emerald Palace, but finds the woman tending to the horses more interesting than those tending to the men. After he leaves for a while, he comes back to an unwanted surprise. Aka its emotional but also they fuck. Tags/Warnings: Explicit, Referenced Non-Con Elements, Hurt/Comfort, Smut WC: 2600

Kinktober Day Ten - Shoe Shining + NTR (Cheating) - Tumblr / AO3 ⭐⛓️🍂

Summary: Ortega returns to Brimstone. When he gets a shoe shine from a past flame, who is now married, things get complicated. Tags/Warnings: Explicit, Hurt/Comfort, Smut, Cheating, Rough Sex, Spanking, Aftercare, Creampie, Dirty Talk WC: 2200

✮⋆˙ Joel Miller ˙⋆✮

Kinktober Day One - Pegging - Tumblr / AO3 ⭐⛓️

Summary: You and Joel run into a sex store on patrol. They have everything one needs to give their older, grumpy partner a good pregging. Aka Joel Miller gets his ass fucked for the first time in his life. Tags/Warnings: Explicit, Smut, Pegging, First Time, Aftercare WC: 3000

Kinktober Day Four - Nonsexual Ageplay - Tumblr / AO3 🍂💌

Summary: When Joel brings back a book on trauma from patrol, something catches your eye. Having had too much of your childhood taken away by the outbreak, you find a way to get some of it back. Aka a soft Joel Miller making his partner feel safe enough to try nonsexual ageplay. Tags/Warnings: SFW, Past Trauma, Age Difference, Nonsexual Ageplay WC: 2000

Kinktober Day Seven - Wax Play - Tumblr / AO3 ⛓️🍂

Summary: Joel and you are paired up for patrol. There are a lot of things unsaid, a snowstorm rolling in and some candles. Go figure (or go read i guess). Tags/Warnings: Smut, Explicit, Hurt/Comfort, Snowed in WC: 1900

Kinktober Day Twelve - Somnophilia - Tumblr / AO3 ⛓️

Summary: In 2003, Joel Miller is busy with dishes, paperwork and raising a child, leaving little time for his relationship. When he gets restless and sneaks over to her house, finding his girl asleep, he remembers a conversation they had about consent. Tags/Warnings: Smut, Explicit, Explicit Consent, Age Difference, Established Relationship, Secret Relationship, Aftercare, Crempie, Pre-Outbreak WC: 2000

Kinktober Day Thirteen - Playing with hair - Tumblr / AO3 ⭐🍂 💌

Summary: Joel works in construction in Jackson. During his lunch breaks, he always comes home to you. When you notice a talent of his you hadn't known about, he opens up about the past. Tags/Warnings: Jackson Era, Established Relationship, Bathing/Washing, Domestic Fluff, Hurt/Comfort, Joel play guitar, Good Parent Joel WC: 1000

Kinktober Day Fifteen - Massaging - Tumblr / AO3 🍂

Summary: When Joel comes home after a long day of work, you crave nothing more than him. Until you're both reminded of his age. Tags/Warnings: Hurt/Comfort, Established Relationship, Age difference, Massage, Kissing, Healthy relationships WC: 2200

Kinktober Day Sixteen - Familiar Scents - Tumblr / AO3 ⛓️

Summary: Over the span of many years, Joel Millers scent always stays the same. It starts when he takes you for a hike before the Outbreak- and continues for long after. Tags/Warnings: Friends to lovers, Age difference, Eventual Romance, Eventual Smut, Fingering, P in V Sex WC: 2400+

Kinktober Day Nineteen - Tooth Brushing - Tumblr / AO3 ⭐🍂

Summary: Grief is cruel and just because you and Joel live in the safe haven that is the Jackson community it does not mean you're immune to it. Possibly the saddest (but also kinda best) thing I have written so far. Tags/Warnings: Hurt/Comfort, Angst, Character Death, Established Relationship, Grief/Mourning, Protective Joel, Survivors Guilt WC: 2400

Kinktober Day Twentyfour - Crossdressing - Tumblr / AO3 ⛓️💌

Summary: Joel Miller has been wanting to try a different piece of clothing for a long time. It's not until you that he feels supported enough to do so. Turns out, you both really fucking like it. Tags/Warnings: Smut, Fluff, Insecurity, Soft Joel, Slight Mommy Kink, Jackson Era, Sub Joel Miller WC: 2000

Kinktober Day Twentyseven - (Public) Help with button - Tumblr / AO3 ⛓️

Summary: What happens in a dimly lit corner on the lap of Joel Miller at the town dance, stays at the town dance. Almost. Tags/Warnings: Smut, Explicit, Dirty Talk, Vaginal Fingering, Public Sex, Teasing, Established Relationship, Age difference, Jackson Era WC: 2400

Kinktober Day Twentyeight - Daddy - Tumblr / AO3 ⛓️🍂

Summary: Joel has been noticing a few things about your relationship that make him wonder about your feelings regarding your father. As you open up about your issues, he's sweet, supportive and makes you feel better in the way only he can. Tags/Warnings: 2003!Joel Miller, Pre-Outbreak, Smut, Explicit, Hurt/Comfort, Daddy Kink, Daddy Issues, Crying, Fingering, Cock Warming, P in V Sex, Secret Relationship WC: 2600

Kinktober Day Thirty - Free Use - Tumblr / AO3 ⛓️

Summary: Joel comes home urgently needing some relief. Its a good thing youre there- and the first time Joel makes use of an ... interesting agreement. Tags/Warnings: Smut, Explicit, Free Use, Rough Sex, Light Dom/Sub, Dirty Talk, Andry Sex, Shower Sex, Baking, Female Reader, Established relationship WC: 1900

Snowy Surprise - Tumblr / AO3 ⛓️💌

Summary: Joel takes advantage of your lunch break on patrol for ... other activities. Afterwards, a promise he made about christmas decorations comes back to haunt him. Tags/Warnings: Smut, Explicit, Fluff, Soft Joel, Established Relationship, Fingering, Dirty Talk, Semi-Public Sex WC: 2200

Here cums Santa Claus - Tumblr / AO3 ⛓️💌

Summary: Jackson needs a Santa Claus - and Joel is the perfect fit. Getting to have you on his lap is just a bonus. Aka the one where Joel is dressed up as Santa Claus and you get to ride him. Tags/Warnings: Smut, Explicit, Fluff, Soft Joel, Established Relationship, Fingering, Dirty Talk, P in V Sex, Costume Kink, Riding, Creampie WC: 1800

✮⋆˙ Oberyn Martell ˙⋆✮

Kinktober Day Five - Collaring - Tumblr / AO3 ⛓️🍂

Summary: Oberyn gets you a special present, one that both of you will enjoy. But things dont always go as planned. Tags/Warnings: Explicit, Smut, Established Relationship, Safeword Use, Hurt/Comfort WC: 2050

Kinktober Day Eight - Breeding - Tumblr / AO3 ⭐⛓️🍂

Summary: Oberyn and her have been trying for a baby to no avail. Ever the loving viper, he comes up with an idea. Tags/Warnings: Explicit, Smut, Established Relationship, Emotional Hurt/Comfort, Breeding, Dirty Talk, Praise Kink WC: 2050

Kinktober Day Seventeen - Threesome - Tumblr / AO3 ⛓️

Summary: You are in charge of serving wine to the dornish folk at the kings wedding. A couple catches your eye and it may not be as one-sided as you thought at first. Aka the steaming hot threesome with Oberyn and Ellaria we all need. Tags/Warnings: Smut, Explicit, Creampie, Threesome (FFM), Servant Reader, Aftercare, Porn with Plot WC: 4400

Kinktober Day Twentytwo - Washing hair - Tumblr / AO3 🍂

Summary: A few weeks after you and Oberyn begin to try conceiving and days before he leaves for Kings Landing, he finds you cooling down in the baths during a hot day. Tags/Warnings: Hurt/Comfort, Angst, Mild Smut, Bathing/Washing, Pregnancy, Established Relationship WC: 1700

Kinktober Day Thirtyone - Pregnancy - Tumblr / AO3 ⛓️🍂

Summary: Oberyn has been more cautious around her now that the due date is near. He has to realize it's not what she wants. And who can deny the wishes of a pregnant woman? Tags/Warnings: Smut, Pregnancy Sex, P in V Sex, Oral Sex, Romance, Fluff, Domestic, Established Relationship, Female Reader WC: 1400

✮⋆˙ Dieter Bravo ˙⋆✮

Kinktober Day Two - Titfucking - Tumblr / AO3 ⛓️🍂

Summary: Dieter is alone in quarantine and begs you to come join him. Even with a few obstacles, you treat him the way he deserves. Tags/Warnings: Explicit, Smut, Titfucking, Emotional Hurt/Comfort WC: 1700

Kinktober Day Twenty - Watersports - Tumblr / AO3 ⛓️

Summary: Dieter is on edge because of an upcoming premiere and as his personal assistant, you try to keep him calm as well as sober. There is one thing that may help. Tags/Warnings: Smut, Explicit, Established Relationship, Semi-Public, Assistant Reader, Alcohol, Watersports, Dom/Sub Undertones WC: 1700

✮⋆˙ Silva ˙⋆✮

Kinktober Day Fourteen - Armpit + Orgasm Denial - Tumblr / AO3 ⛓️

Summary: When Silva comes home after a long day on the ranch, he smells amazing. He also distracts you from cooking in a quite special way. Tags/Warnings: Explicit, Smut, Sweat, Praise Kink, Established Relationship, Oral Sex, P in V Sex WC: 1600

Kinktober Day Twentyfive - Dancing together - Tumblr / AO3 ⭐🍂

Summary: When a particularly hard rain hits your little ranch, so does the sadness. Luckily Silva is there to make it better.(This fills a few gaps in Silvas life in a way that ties in with the movie.) Tags/Warnings: Established Relationship, Domestic, Angst, Hurt/Comfort, Parent Silva, Romance, Kissing in the rain, Slow dancing WC: 1400

✮⋆˙ Frankie Morales ˙⋆✮

Kinktober Day Six - Frottage - Tumblr / AO3 ⛓️

Summary: After a flying lesson, you find yourself drawn to the man in the pilot seat. Luckily for you, Frankie knows exactly what you need. Tags/Warnings: Smut, Explicit, Dirty Talk, Established Relationship WC: 1400

✮⋆˙ Din Djarin ˙⋆✮

Kinktober Day Nine - Gloryhole - Tumblr / AO3 ⛓️

Summary: Din just wants some quick pleasure. You just want to enjoy your job for once. Both of you get more than you bargained for. Tags/Warnings: Smut, Explicit, Prostitution, Oral Sex, Strangers, Semi-Public WC: 1600

✮⋆˙ Jack Daniels ˙⋆✮

Kinktober Day Eighteen - Spanking + Whipping - Tumblr / AO3 ⭐⛓️

Summary: When you mess up during a mission, Jack doesn't want to have to report his own girlfriend. Since he is your higher-up, you work out an agreement- a punishment by Whiskey himself. Tags/Warnings: Smut, Explicit, Spanking, Whipping, Dirty Talk, Praise Kink, Crying, Established Relationship, Rough Sex, Dom/Sub Undertones WC: 2200

Kinktober Day Twentythree - Deepthroating + Facesitting - Tumblr / AO3 ⛓️

Summary: You've never deepthroated anyone in your life- but you're eager to make your man feel as good as possible. You receive a proper thank you as well. Tags/Warnings: Smut, Explicit, Dirty Talk, Praise Kink, Deepthroating, Facesitting, Rough Sex, Oral Sex, Aftercare, Established Relationship WC: 1900

✮⋆˙ Javi Gutierrez ˙⋆✮

Kinktober Day Twentyone - Lingerie - Tumblr / AO3 ⛓️💌

Summary: Javi usually gets the movie memorabilia he loves so much for his birthday. This year, he gets something infinitely better. Tags/Warnings: Smut, Explicit, Established Relationship, Birthday Sex, Lingerie, Kissing, Fluff, Praise Kink, Dirty Talk, Vaginal Fingering, P in V Sex WC: 2100

✮⋆˙ Tim Rockford ˙⋆✮

Kinktober Day Twentynine - Breathplay - Tumblr / AO3 ⛓️

Summary: After a successful case, everyone goes out to celebrate. Everyone except your boss, Tim Rockford. But, with an empty office to make use of, you both find your own way to celebrate. Tags/Warnings: Smut, Explicit, Established Relationship, Choking, Coworker Reader, Female Reader, Office Sex, Semi-Public Sex, Secret Relationship WC: 2100

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bookishtheaterlover7 · 2 months

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Booky, you’re such a sweet person. I know it’s probably hard for you to be a fan and see stuff that annoys you, but remember that it’s probably happening to other fans with celebs they like.

Those poor Henry Cavill fans - though I don’t even think his gf is that bad. Lol.

And as for the Jeff Conway person…

lol. First of all he’s very very cringe. I’ve rarely seen an interviewer editor be this thirsty to repost his own articles and also be so unbelievably tacky as a grown man. But hey.

That being said, he was the one who wrote the Forbes article for Chris and his jinx thing at the end of December, right?

He was also one of the writers who wrote a people article of them going public. Somebody should check back those archives because I’m almost positive Jeff started following fish the night before or around the time they went public.

He also interviewed Chris the day Chris said his long term partner was his dog 🤣 - I wonder if he told Chris that 😭 and gave him a very cringey shirt “my dog is my soulmate.” A grown ass man.. giving another grown ass man a shirt like that. And then repeatedly bragging about it on twitter. How is he not embarrassed by himself?? (Jeff)

My personal thought is he goes where he has an assignment. I sometimes have to write really cringe social posts for work but thankfully they’re not attached to my name. He was probably instructed to hype her up because tbh, I still believe they’re trying to make her happen.

Think about how the kardashians, TikTok influencers, and other random ass “Celebs” pop up and start being placed everywhere and nobody is asking for them and the comments are filled with hate. But do these outlets ever stop? Really think about it. Step back from the fishbowl and observe the other industry ppl who have basically been shoved into our faces without our desire. I think the media knows Fish is DOA but she’s here and unfortunately here to stay for awhile. I think people can and will continue to ignore her so that’ll be pretty funny to watch.

I’m also sure fish wasn’t rude to Jeff because I doubt she’s like openly a rude person. I’m not trying to defend her because I know people on here will feel how they feel about this girl, but she’s not going to be a brat to everyone just because people want to hate her. I do think it’s interesting that post had Jeff hyping her up and then just mentioning Chris was also there. As if he’s her plus one and not the other way around.

I feel like she’s getting way too much attention for being virtually nothing and a nobody. The general public simply does not care about her.

I think someone just posted up TMZ posting celebs at the parties and they posted Chris alone and cropped her out. If true, LOLLLLLL TMZ 😂

Just Jared has written at least 600 articles at this point and they’re still getting her name wrong.

By the way, in my line of work, we have to proofread our articles before submitting them to post. So does every single outlet just accidentally miss fish’s last name?????

I’m starting to feel like it’s intentional.

🥹 Thank you, Marketing An🫶n!

It must suck for everyone, but it's good to know that what I'm feeling is definitely not just me. Makes me feel less crazy. 🙂

Good Lord, Jeff seems to be overselling and overdoing it, a little. But, as you said, it's a thing that needs to be done.

And you've got a point about celebs we DIDN'T ask for, just popping up. And it causes quite a stir. Which is effective for their reasons.

No, they do not. Hell, she's simply known as Chris Evans' wife. No more, no less. Imagine that as your only title. It's sad.

I hope it's intentional, because that's too many typos, and almost (I'm assuming they did this at least once) zero edits... 🤣🤣🤣🤣🤣

Thanks for talking with me, Marketing An🫶n. It's really a highlight everytime you're here. So thank you ❤️ and it seriously means a whole lot. 🥰🥹

Until the next one...

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"The Bewitched and the Beguiled" Ch. 2: "The Devil Went Down to Vegas"

Summary: After a stressful morning at the airport, one of her old NXT alums helps her through her day before her main roster debut at SummerSlam 34.

Word Count: 5.6k

Warnings: mention of alcohol, swearing, sexual innuendos, cannon wrestling violence, poor writing of a Scottish accent, flirting, spelling errors probably.

A/N: This one was a bit of a monster, but Chapter 2 is done! The reason for such a delay is because I ended up messing around with the order of events and decided to change around some things and move it to the next chapter since this one seemed to be getting a bit long. If you have any feedback, it is much appreciated. Let me know if you want! Just message me or respond on the post itself. If you're feeling like it, you're more than welcome to reblog or repost with credit, but please do not copy without credit. Thank you for the support! <3 I hope yo are all enjoying this series so far. If you want to be added to the tag list, let me know!

-WD

Sneak Peak Ch. 1 Ch. 3 Ch. 4 Ch. 4.5

Las Vegas, Nevada August 21st, 2021

The moment she stepped off the plane, Michelle called her sister. She was supposed to be on the flight with Michelle, but somehow she missed the flight.

Ring...ring...ring...

"Hi! Sorry I missed your call, just leave a messa-"

Click.

"Damn it!" Michelle growled as she rolled her small luggage to baggage claim and dialed again.

Ring...ring...

"Micky I'm so sorry-"

"What. The fuck. Is wrong with you." Michelle's hushed voice was dripping with venom. "I am in Vegas. Where are you?"

"Phil is driving to the airport right now-" Darcy started, panic obvious in her voice as she tried to keep herself and her little sister calm, but Michelle was beyond consoling at this point.

"I knew I should have picked you up this morning, but I thought you were the responsible one of the two of us. I kept calling, and calling and calling. This is the biggest night of my life thus far and you're still in Chicago." Michelle's voice was slowly raising in volume, causing people to turn their heads.

"I'm gonna try to get there as quickly as possible, honey, okay? I went a little too hard last night and I slept through my alarm. It's only a four hour flight, I'm so sorry." Darcy tried to bargain, but she braced herself on the other end for Michelle's wrath.

"Sorry? Oh you're sorry? Yeah, because 'sorry' is gonna magically poof you here in Vegas. We'll be square if you can make it to Vegas before the show. Text me updates on your flight. Goodbye, Darcy."

Click.

Michelle ran a manicured hand through her hair and heaved a sigh as she approached baggage claim. She grabbed her other suitcase and made her way to call an Uber to get to the hotel, but her eyes caught a little sign to her right, which read "MJ :)" in thick red ink.

A smile cracked her exhausted expression as she met eyes with the one of the only people who could possibly ease her worries at this moment.

"Damien...?"

"Hola, hermana." Damien grinned with a heavy pat on her shoulder, which turned into a hug. He looked similar to Michelle, dressed casually in a pair of sweats and a loose tank top. "How was your flight?"

"Awful, Darcy missed her flight." Michelle tried not to sound too disappointed, but Damien's eyebrows flew up and his eyes scanned the airport behind her like this was the first time she noticed she was alone.

"No kidding...huh. I'm sorry, Micky." Damien leaned over her and grabbed the bigger suitcase from her hands, pushed down the handle and grabbed hold of the other handle that was stitched to the bag. "C'mon, I'm parked in a red zone, you'll catch me up in the car."

Michelle couldn't help but laugh a little as the two jogged to Damien's car, haphazardly threw her luggage in the trunk, and drove off.

"I thought no one was supposed to know I was coming." Michelle finally asked, which made Damien chuckle.

"Yeah, well that all got ruined when I accidentally overheard Stephanie and Vince chatting. One thing led to another, I offered to pick you up, they said yes, and now I'm here. I was told not to tell a soul though. Sounds like you're a pretty big deal tonight?" Damien wiggled his eyebrows.

"No pressure." Michelle's sad little chuckle did not go unnoticed by Damien.

"You'll be great, chica! From what I overheard, you're gonna steal the show." Damien reassured her as they pulled onto the freeway.

"Knock on wood." Michelle leaned on the car door and stared at the Vegas strip, which did not look quite as magical in the daylight.

"Hey, the girls will be excited to see you tonight." Damien tried to bring a smile to his friend's face. "Dani, Bella, Rhea..."

Michelle did smile a little at the thought of seeing her girls. She grew up with Dani and Bella in Minneapolis. The three met at a wrestling camp Darcy signed her up for when she was just a little kid, and they were fast friends. Fast forward, now those two are the current women's tag-team champions and Michelle had finally made her way to join them in the big leagues.

Dani's ring name was Ivy Stone, but they tend to shorten her name to Ivy, and she's been nicknamed "The Spitfire" for her spunk she has in and out of the ring. Her in-ring personality was not far off from her actual personality, maybe her real personality had less of a filter. Her big mouth has gotten the three of them into some trouble over the years, for sure. She was strong and was known for her tricks and flips during her matches. She's loud, bodacious, and unapologetically herself, which is what Michelle thinks attracted Damien to her in the first place. They've been dating for about nine months, and from what Michelle can tell, they've been pretty happy.

Annie, whose full first name is Annabelle, goes by Bella Mason, and her character could not be more different in the ring versus outside. Bella has always been on the quiet side, rarely speaking out of turn. Polite, genuine, harmless. In the ring, however, she's a terrifying 5'4 little monster. Fast, nimble, unsuspecting. She was nicknamed "The Bombshell" for her blonde hair at first, but her technique in the ring proved to be more fitting for the nickname.

The three women were in NXT together, and soon enough Michelle met Rhea. Rhea and Michelle bonded quickly and slid into the friend group rather quickly. Dani and Annie often joked that Michelle and Rhea could have been related, since their aesthetics matched well. Both had an overall dark look with dark makeup, and both were fairly intimidating to share a ring with. They both were tall, and had broad shoulders and strong legs, but Michelle was a little smaller than Rhea overall when it came to muscle mass and wingspan.

"I miss them." Michelle smiled at the memories flashing in her head. "Do they have any idea something's happening tonight?"

"Not that I know of." Damien shrugged as he took the exit off the freeway. "You know Dani, she would be all over me if she knew you were coming. Those three have been waiting for Vince to bring you up for months. If she knew, I wouldn't be able to stop her from coming to the airport to pick you up!" Damien laughed, and finally Michelle started laughing, a weight lifting from her chest.

"You're right." Michelle's laugh died down to a chuckle as they pulled into the hotel parking lot. They both got out of the car, grabbed her bags out of the trunk and started walking to the elevators to get into the lobby.

"So how was Rampage last night...? Traitor." Damien teased, shoving her shoulder gently. Michelle's eyes lit up and she shoved him back hard, making Damien howl with laughter as he stumbled. "I was kidding, chica! Relax."

"You better be." Michelle laughed, an honest grin on her face. "It was great! Phil was wonderful, my sister couldn't be prouder, and I got to see Jon, which was nice. Some of the guys recognized me over there, which was surreal, but it definitely was a bit of an ego boost. Of course most of them just knew me as 'Punk's Niece' or 'Darcy's Sister', but they also said that they watched some of my NXT stuff. Weird, huh?"

"You saw Jon?" Damien's voice fell to a whisper, like he was afraid Jon would hear them gossiping all the way in Chicago.

"That's all you got from that?" Michelle shook her head as she pushed the elevator button.

"Well no. Congratulations they saw your work in NXT, congratulations to Punk and your sister, blahblahblahblahblah," Damien's voice moved a million miles a second and his hand moved in a talking motion. "But you saw Jon?"

Ding.

The pair shuffled into the elevator and watched the doors close.

"Yes."

"And?" Damien waited with an expectant face, almost looking offended she didn't give him any more information. "This is the same Jon Moxley you were like, in love with, right? What happened"

"Okay, let's not go that far-" Michelle sighed, regretting bringing his name up, but Damien cut her off almost immediately.

"Oh come on, drop the ice queen act for two seconds, hermana. Don't think I didn't forget that night you got absolutely trashed and spilt your guts to me after that one NXT Takeover in New York." Damien chided, making Michelle groan and roll her eyes. She needed to get out of this elevator.

"Will you stop bringing up that night? I was so embarrassed in the morning." Michelle muttered bitterly.

Ding.

The elevator doors slid open and air conditioning hit Michelle's face. She let out a content sigh.

"What happened?" Damien pressed as the two wrestlers walked to the front desk.

"Not much really. I had to leave fairly quickly after the show to get some rest for my flight. We said hello, shared a drink, swapped numbers." Michelle shrugged. She chatted with the front desk, got her room key, and they both made their way to another elevator.

"That's it? I thought you would have found the closest storage closet and fucked like rabbits." Damien laughed, then winced when Michelle promptly elbowed him in the ribs. "Ow, fuck what was that one for?"

"For being a jerk," Michelle laughed, not being totally serious in her insult. A beat or so passed as they entered the hotel elevator and pressed her room level. She glanced up at Damien and smirked. "but don't put something like that past me."

"I don't. That's why I said it." Damien smirked back and wiggled his eyebrows.

"Don't make me elbow you again." Michelle warned.

"Sorry." Damien chuckled.

The conversation was minimal for the rest of the elevator ride and the walk to Michelle's room. It mostly consisted of more teasing and Damien inviting Michelle out to drinks and clubbing with the rest of the roaster after the show, which Michelle obviously accepted.

"I'm just down the hall. If you need anything, text me. Vince told me to give you strict instructions to not leave your room until this afternoon, I'll give you a drive to the arena and get you to my trailer where you can get ready, and you stay there until your run-in. Got it?"

"Got it." Michelle nodded.

"Awesome. I'll swing by around 11:45? We gotta be there at noon." Damien checked his watch. "So you got about a few hours to just hang out, order some breakfast. I'll see you later."

"Bye, Damien." Michelle waved him off and closed the door.

She heaved a sigh, threw herself onto her bed and moaned. The bed was so soft. She grabbed her phone and set an alarm so she could squeeze in a little nap before the show tonight. She crawled under the covers, shut her eyes and fell asleep almost immediately.

..........................

BEEP. BEEP. BEEP. BEE-

"Fuuuuuuuck..." Michelle groaned, feeling like shit as she awoke from her nap. It was 11:00, and she had a text message from her sister.

"Sis⛓: Hey Micky! I got a ticket for a 2:00 flight, I'll let you know when I land. Keep me updated!"

Michelle released a sigh of relief at the text. She might be cutting it close to her match, but she'll make it in time.

"Hey Darcy, that's great news! Just woke up from a little cat nap, I'm about to get ready to head down to the arena. Damien is here with me, sounds like he's gonna be sneaking me around tonight. Can't wait to see you. ❤️"

She pressed send, threw her phone in front of her, and hopped off the bed to start pulling herself together to leave. She splashed some water on her face, pulled together everything she needed into her smaller carry-on bag and she was pretty much ready to go.

She waited for Damien to knock on her door, he swept her away and they were off to the arena.

"Nervous?" Damien asked as they pulled up to the arena.

"I'll feel better when Darcy's here." Michelle concluded, feeling a little overwhelmed at the size of the Allegiant Stadium.

"I'm glad she got a flight out." Damien smiled as he parked his car next to his trailer. They both got out, Michelle grabbed her suitcase from the trunk and he opened the trailer door. Michelle turned around to look at the stadium again, thinking about how many people were gonna be watching tonight. She started to feel the nerves, but Damien's voice broke her out of her thoughts. "Shake a leg, princess, anyone might see you out here."

"Sorry." Michelle muttered. She turned on her heel and jogged up the few steps that lead into his trailer. Damien turned to leave, but Michelle called after him. "Wait!"

"What?" Damien whispered with wide eyes, glancing around the other parked trailers.

"Can you get me some food from catering?" Michelle asked with a sheepish smile.

"You didn't get room service at the hotel?" Damien's eyebrows raised, slight annoyance obvious on his face.

"I took a nap." Michelle cringed.

"YOU TOOK A-" Damien's voice boomed, but he quickly drew back. He closed his eyes and scowled, trying to calm himself. "You took a nap?"

Michelle shrugged and nodded. Damien pinched the bridge of his nose, took a deep breath through his nose and took a step towards her.

"Do you know how hard it's gonna be to go in there, grab food for the both of us, and not look suspicious?" Damien pointed in the general direction of the arena, his lips in a thin line of irritation.

"I know, I'm sorry. Please? I need some food, the last thing I had was a finger sandwich at the Rampage last night. I'm so hungry." Michelle bit her lip, eyes pleading.

Damien thought for a few moments, jaw clenched and fingers tapping impatiently on his hips. He sighed and wagged a finger in his friend's direction.

"Fine. But!" he pointed at her definitively. "We do it my way."

"Thank you, Damien!" Michelle grinned and gave him a quick hug. "You're amazing."

"You vex me, Grimes..." Damien shook his head and jogged off.

Michelle shut the door with a rattling thud and took a moment to look around the trailer. The first thing that caught her eye were the several photos he had framed on the small dining table.

There was a picture of Damien and Dani the night he one the NXT North American Championship belt. She was in her ring gear, grinning from ear to ear as she looked up at him. He had an arm wrapped around her. He was looking at the camera, holding the title. Even back then, she had a major crush on him, but she would never admit it.

He had another picture of him, Dani, Annie, Matt Riddle, and Michelle. It was a self-timer photo someone had taken on their phone in some hotel room. The group of them were squished shoulder to shoulder on someone's bed. Our chins were placed in the palms of our hands and we were smiling like idiots, we looked like we were taking a cheesy family photo.

The last photo was a picture of Damien, Rhea, and Michelle. She was standing between Damien and Rhea, holding the NXT Women's title. Michelle smiled at the picture, recognizing it as the night she pinned Charlotte Flair to obtain her second title win during her time in NXT. Michelle's makeup was smudged and her hair was a mess, but the smile on Michelle's face was beaming.

She sat down in one of the chairs strewn around the trailer and held onto that memory a little longer, a ghost of a smile on her face.

"So long ago, but it feels like yesterday..." Michelle whispered to herself as she spared a glance at the pictures, and then at the trailer around her. "Look where I am now."

She poked around the trailer a little more, seeing if anything piqued her interest, but she decided to just sit on her phone and scroll through Twitter and occasionally went over her lines for her promo tonight. Soon enough, a knock came knocking at the trailer door. Michelle scrambled to her feet and not very gracefully tripped over a pair of Damien's shoes, but she caught her footing. She tip-toed to the door and cracked it opened to not only see Damien, but Matt.

"Holy shi-"

"No way-"

Matt and Michelle spoke at the same time, both of their faces lighting up. Michelle threw the door open and waved both the boys in, then promptly shut it behind them.

"What's up, MJ?" Matt put down the two plates of food in his hands and hugged the redhead in front of him.

"Just flippin' out, nothin' crazy." Michelle laughed and turned a pointed look of confusion to Damien, who just had a cocky smile on his face.

"This was my way." Damien gestured to Riddle, who just had his signature smile on his face. "I had to tell someone to come eat with me in my trailer, so I didn't look too crazy. I was gonna bring Dani, but she's with hair and make-up right now."

"So you're the big secret, huh?" Matt crossed his arms and looked her up and down. "Y'know, I've heard some rumors that some shady stuff was gonna happen tonight, but I'm so glad it's you."

"I'm happy to be here," Michelle smiled and glanced at the two plates he brought in, piled with food. "What-"

"We didn't know what you wanted so we got you a little of everything." Matt's lopsided grin made Michelle laugh and her chest warmed a little.

"Guys, you're the best, thank you." Michelle picked up the two plates and sat down at the small table to start eating.

The three swapped stories and caught up on anything that came to mind, but time flew by and Michelle let out a noise of surprise when she checked her phone.

"You guys gotta go! I gotta start getting ready, you guys need to get in your gear. Get out!" Michelle jokingly started to shoe them out, causing the group to giggle. "Out with you!"

"Kicking me out of my own trailer, unbelievable." Damien rolled his eyes, but Michelle just scoffed.

"You can have it back later, I need to get ready." Michelle finally got them out the door. "I'm so happy to see you both. Thank you for the food."

"Of course, Micky." Matt gave her a huge smile and a thumbs up. "You're gonna kill it tonight."

"Yeah, come find me after your run-in, hermana." Damien waved goodbye as the two men sauntered off back to the arena.

The next couple of hours were a tornado of hair and makeup. She ended up pulling her hair into a messy updo with some stray hairs pulled over her forehead. She did a dark smokey eye with her signature burgundy lip. She started to dig through her suitcase to change into her custom ring gear when her phone pinged. She picked it up, thinking it was her sister, but it was a text from Jon.

"Mox: Break some legs tonight, kid. Lots of love from home."

She opened the text to see there was a video attached. It was a video from Phil's living room. On the TV was the first SummerSlam match of the night, which was AJ Styles and Omos versus Randy Orton and Matt Riddle. The camera panned to the couch. On the couch was Phil, Matt and Nick Jackson, Eddie Kingston, and Adam Page. They were all waving and sending good wishes. The camera flipped, so Jon was in frame now. Jon made a face that made Michelle laugh through the tears welling up in her eyes.

"You got this kiddo!" Phil smiled through her little phone screen. "I wish I could be there with you."

"Show them how it's done!" Eddie cheered.

"We'll be cheering you on, you got a support system over here, Mickey." Jon gestured to all the men behind him.

"It's about time! Welcome to the big leagues, kid!" Matt whooped.

The video ended, and Michelle got a little choked up but she pushed the tears back down since she just finished her makeup. Her fingers flew across her phone's keyboard to respond.

"You got me tearing up in full hair and makeup. Thank you guys for the support, it warms my heart."

She put her phone down after she hit send and fanned her face to try to stop from looking too blotchy. After a few deep breaths, she went back into her suitcase, grabbed her gear, and changed.

Her new gear was mostly red and black with some white accents. The pants were leather, with the white accents being a latex-y reflective material. On her hips were her initials in big white letters "LG", and on either side of the initials were two big red devil horns. Her top was a black bra with red accents, and her boots were red with black accents.

There was a small full body mirror in the trailer and she was able to get a good look on how it fit. It was snug in the right places and hugged her curves. Her shoulders and back looked good and her abs were toned. She looked good.

A knock at the door startled her, a small noise of surprise escaped her throat.

"What the fuck..." She slowly approached the door and put her hand on the door handle. "Who is it?"

"Special delivery for Lilith Grimes, it's the Sister Special."

Michelle threw the door open and grabbed her sister in a big hug.

"I'm sorry for being so upset this morning-" Michelle started, but Darcy cut her off.

"Bitch!" Darcy laughed and gently shoved her back into the trailer and closed the door. "Don't even try to apologize, I was a jackass for being hungover and not being able to support you throughout today, I'm sorry."

"But-"

"No buts." Darcy shushed her sister, but then gasped. "Holy shit you look HOT. Damn."

Michelle laughed and put her hands on her hips. "I missed you today, I'm so happy you got a flight out."

"Fuck, me too. I was so worried I wasn't gonna get a flight out, but I'm just so happy to be here to support you on your big day. When do you go on?"

"Soon." Michelle sighed. Since there was not TV in the trailer, Michelle had to keep up with the show on her phone, and from what she can tell, Becky Lynch just defeated Bianca Belair. She grabbed one of her NXT hoodies and zipped it up. "I should actually start heading over now, the next few segments are gonna go by fast."

"Oh shit, I was just in time." Darcy laughed as she opened the door.

"Yeah." Michelle laughed and skipped down the steps and jumped onto the asphalt. She stretched and cracked her back and turned to walk side by side with her sister.

Once they were inside the arena walls, Michelle's heart was beating in her ears. Her palms started to sweat and she started to bite the inside of her cheek.

"Y'know what helped me when I got nervous right before I went on?" Darcy nudged Michelle's side gently to get her attention.

"Hm?" Michelle hummed, trying to focus on the sound of their footsteps echoing off the arena walls to calm down.

"I tried to say the alphabet backwards." Darcy grinned.

"You what?" Michelle laughed, confused.

"I would be so concentrated on trying to spell it backwards, I couldn't focus on my nerves. Every time I messed up, I started over." Darcy giggled. "I still do it every now and then, but I've done it so many times now, I know how to say the alphabet backwards now."

"I'll keep that in mind." Michelle nodded as they approached the gorilla position.

It seemed like Nikki, Rhea, and Charlotte had just finished their entrances and the match had just started. Producers and sound technicians spared a couple glances our way, but not much was said before Vince got up from his chair and extended his hand to Michelle, which she firmly shook his hand.

"How's it goin' boss?" Michelle tried to be playful, but as soon as it left her lips, she regretted her words. "Was that too casual? Oh god."

Thankfully, Vince chuckled a little.

"Goin' great, Lilith. You ready? You got the script right? You remember your lines?" Vince's gruff voice was stern. Michelle nodded quickly with a smile.

"Yes sir." Michelle nodded again as she unzipped her hoodie and threw it on an abandoned chair.

"Good. We'll make sure to give you the signal to head out there. Break a leg, kid." Vince put his headset back on and sat back down. "Nice to see you, Darcy."

"Thank you sir." Michelle turned her attention back to the several TV screens broadcasting the show happening 100 feet from her.

"Nice to see you too, Vince." Darcy nodded in her old boss's direction.

The next several minutes were a tense silence, with Michelle silently muttering the alphabet backwards. The silence was broken, however, by a booming, thick Scottish accent.

"Well if it isn't the Dynamo herself!" The two girls turned to see a rather large specimen of a man. He towered over Michelle, and his bicep was the size of her head. He was glistening with sweat and his abs were clenching with every deep breath.

"Drew, hey! Congrats on the win tonight." Darcy casually hugs the giant behind her with a smile.

"Well thank ya, lass." Drew chuckled and shrugged.

"Hey, I want you to meet my sister. I guess it's no use trying to keep it a secret anymore, she's debuting tonight in like five minutes." Darcy patted Michelle on the back, silently urging her to take a step towards Drew. "Drew, this is my sister Michelle."

"Pleasure to meet ya, miss." Drew took a small step forward, took Michelle's hand and kissed the back of it. All the while, his eyes never left hers. Michelle felt a hot blush creeping up her neck, but she played it off as casually as possible

"I've heard so much about you." Michelle had a smile creeping onto her face. She bit her lip for a moment as she took a once over of him quickly. "You've got quite the reputation."

"So do you. I've heard you can get pretty extreme." Drew nodded, his eyes doing wandering of their own before they went back up to her eyes and engaged in conversation once again. "Are the rumors true?"

"More or less." Michelle's smirk grew to a mischievous grin. "Guess you'll have to find out for yourself."

Drew's eyebrows raised at her challenge. He chuckled deeply and nodded.

"She'll fit in just fine." Drew said to Darcy, which she laughed at. "I know you're about to head out there, so I won't keep you. Lovely to see you both."

"See ya, Drew." Darcy waved.

Michelle fluttered her fingers, silently saying goodbye.

Drew took one more look over his shoulder before he disappeared backstage and winked.

"You weren't very subtle." Darcy pointed out under her breath.

"I wasn't trying to be." Michelle shrugged with a smirk.

"You haven't even been officially assigned to a brand yet and you're already flirting with your coworkers? Michelle." Darcy scolded.

"Don't judge me!" Michelle whispered. "I haven't gotten laid in a minute, and he looks even better than he does on TV."

"You're gonna get yourself into some deep trouble, Micky." Darcy warned. "If that's what you want, you're playing with fire."

"Trouble always seems to find me anyway, Darcy." Michelle pointed out, which made Darcy chuckle.

"Lilith," a guy with a headset taps Michelle on the shoulder. "Charlotte just got the pin. You're cue is in 10, 9-"

"Holy shit." Michelle jumped in place and started walking to the staircase that led up to her entrance.

For a few moments in that dark hall, the only thing Michelle could see was the light coming in from her entrance into the arena, and the only thing she could hear was the cheers from the crowd. Then just for a moment, all she heard was her heartbeat, like it was about to burst from her chest. And then, her music hit.

The heavy guitar strums from the beginning of "Ride with the Devil" by Motley Crue echoed through the arena.

The crowd went nuts. Lilith came around the corner and was momentarily blinded by the spotlights, but the adrenaline pumping through her kept her laser focused on that ring at the end of the ramp. Her focus was on Charlotte, who went from triumphantly holding the title above her head to dropping it at her side.

Lilith bounced from foot to foot and then began a dead sprint towards the ring, high-fiving a few fans at the barricade on the way.

"I can't believe it!" Jimmy Smith exclaimed from the announce table. "It's Lilith Grimes from NXT!"

"What the heck is she doing here?" Byron Saxton was on his feet and his hands were on top of his head.

"Here she comes! The Moxie of NXT has made her way to the WWE Stage."

Lilith dived head first and slid under the bottom rope, and pushed herself up to a kneeling position about two feet away from Charlotte, still maintaining intense eye contact. She got to her feet and took a step forward, her aura dripping confidence.

The crowd was still going ballistic. Nikki was in the corner of the ring, mouth hanging open. Lilith was able to catch Rhea out of the corner of her eye. She was favoring one of her knees, but the look on her face was priceless.

"What the hell are you doing here." Charlotte sneered at Lilith.

"Aww, you still hate me?" Lilith's face morphed to faux sympathy. "Glad to know some things don't change."

Lilith started circling Charlotte, looking her up and down, then locking her eyes on that title belt.

"You didn't answer my question." Charlotte whipped around to be almost toe to toe with Lilith.

Lilith licked her lips, trying to intimidate her opponent. She caught a glimpse of the Jumbotron, the camera was focused on trying to catch a glimpse of the heated words being passed between the two wrestlers in the ring.

"I'm here for your title, bitch." Lilith spit out slowly. As soon as the last word left her lips, Lilith attempted to grab the title out of Charlotte's hand, but Charlotte was quicker.

Charlotte took a couple steps back, spun around and was gonna try to hit Lilith with an elbow to the jaw, but Lilith duck out of the way just in time. Lilith blew a low whistle and her eyes went wide.

"Woah, calm down." Lilith's voice was dripping in condescension, which only angered Charlotte more. She bounced her body off the ropes, ran full speed at Lilith and reeled back a punch.

Lilith quickly rolled out of the ring and threw her hands up, motioning "wait".

"Is this what you want?" Charlotte shouted, holding the title up. The crowd roared, waiting for Lilith's response. "Come back in here and get it then, bitch."

Lilith shook her head, jumped up to the apron and slugged Charlotte with her forearm, knocking the newly crowned champ back. Lilith bent down, jumped over the top rope and clotheslined Charlotte onto her back, dazed.

Lilith rolled out of the ring, and made a grabbing motion in the direction of Jimmy Smith.

"Mic, please." Lilith's tone was biting. Jimmy quickly handed her a mic. She tapped it a few times before she started speaking into it. "Charlotte! Long time, no see, huh?"

Charlotte started to get back to her feet as Lilith got back onto the apron and bent at the hips to enter the ring over the second rope.

"Thought you saw the last of me?" Lilith challenged as she became eye to eye again with the champ. "Think again. I'm back, and I'm back with a vengeance."

Charlotte nabbed the mic out of my hand with an aggravated look on her face.

"What do you want." Charlotte's voice was dangerously low.

Lilith laughed and swiped the mic back with a little more force.

"I'm here to take another one of those from you, since I had so much fun taking it from you last time." Lilith pointed at the RAW Woman's title that Charlotte had just won.

Charlotte gripped the title a little tighter and shook her head. She grabbed the title and launched herself at her opponent, using the belt to bludgeon Lilith to the ground. After taking a few hits, Lilith was able to kick out from Charlotte's straddle and escaped to a corner of the ring. Charlotte dropped the title and charged at Lilith, who at the last possible moment ducked to the right. Charlotte followed her, but quickly regretted it as Lilith bounced off the ropes and leaped into what could have been a hurricanrana turned into an octopus submission hold.

"Tap, and I won't dislocate your shoulder." Lilith spoke through her teeth, her voice was venomous.

After a few moments, Charlotte tapped. Lilith held the hold for a few extra seconds, then released Charlotte where she collapsed on the mat.

She took a couple breaths, grabbed ahold of the title that was tossed aside earlier. The crowd erupted into cheers. She examined the title, smiled, and tossed it onto Charlotte's body on the floor. Her music started to play as she rolled out of the ring. She made eye contact with Rhea, sent her a cheeky wink and mouthed "We'll talk later". Rhea nodded with an amused look on her face.

Lilith marched her way up the ramp, cracked her neck, and walked backstage with a smile.

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dean-winchester-is-a-warrior · 2 years

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Get Me to the Church On Time Pt. 2

Series Summary: It's Dean and Julie's wedding day. What could go wrong?

Chapter Summary: Julie is wondering where Dean is and what's taking the boys so long.

Series Warnings/Explicit 18+: Some show level violence, eventual smut, fluff, smidge of angst. Chapters will have individual warnings.

Chapter Warnings: None, Julie's turn to be an anxious bean, fluff.

Pairings: Dean Winchester x OFC (Julie)

Word Count: 527

**I sincerely apologize for putting this series up a second time. For some bizarro reason, Tumblr won't let me edit them, and they don't open properly when I click on them, it's being a giant pain, so I'm hoping if I repost them, I can change what I need and fix the problem. 🤞🏼🤞🏼**

A/N: Dean and Julie are back! Each part will vary between 500+ and 2000+ words. I will be releasing all the parts today, September 15th, as part of my 1K follower celebration! 😊💓

The parts will be released as follows:

Part 1 - 8:00 AM

Part 2 - 10:00 AM

Part 3 - 12:00 PM

Part 4 - 3:00 PM

Part 5 - 6:00 PM ||

*Times are all based on CST*

A/N 2: So, as I stated this mini-series is part of my 1K followers celebration. For the celebration I asked people to send in gif prompts, or requests for me to write, all of which would be posted on my birthday, which is TODAY! 🎉

I only ended up with 6 prompts/requests, so I thought I would mix the prompts in with my own ideas, and I decided to write this little mini-series as well as a (hopefully) special surprise for those who enjoyed Dean and Julie in Green is My Favorite Color.

At 7:00 PM, I will post my last fic for the celebration, the first chapter of my sequel series, I Will Find You in the Dark!

Hope you enjoy my contributions for the day! 😘😘

Both beautiful text dividers, below and at the bottom, were created by @talesmaniac89. 💓 Title card was designed by me.

"Julie," Charlie chided, "you're gonna wear the carpet out."

"Good, it's hideous anyway." Jody answered for her. "Let's put an end to it once and for all!"

Julie stopped and looked back at the two women who made up her bridal party and threw her hands up. "Where is he?"

Both women came to her side to soothe her, each taking one of her hands, Jody on the left and Charlie on the right.

Charlie shrugged. "You know how those guys get, lose their heads if they weren't screwed on. I'm sure they're on their way."

"They were supposed to be on their way already! Julie cried, frustration and fear oozing out of her. "Cas zapped himself out of here to go get them a half hour ago. The motel is ten minutes away! We have a church full of guests out there!"

Jody patted her hand. "Sweetie, it's a dozen or so crotchety hunters, they'll keep."

Julie pulled away from the women to resume her pacing.

"He's not coming. He's talked himself out of it."

Jody shook her head. "Sweetie that man is so besotted with you it's amazing he ever actually leaves your side."

Charlie nodded. "She's right, Julie. Dean is madly in love with you, you're all he ever talks about."

Julie was shaking her head frantically. "No, it was a mistake to separate from him last night. Stupid traditions, can't see the bride before the wedding - idiocy! That man is a flight risk!" She said, throwing her arms up in defeat.

Charlie walked directly in front of Julie and forced her to stop pacing once again. She spoke in calming tones. "Julie, I promise you he's coming."

She took Julie's hand again and began to rub the back soothingly. "Look, he's told me that in the past he walked away from you a few times and hurt you, but that he swore to you he'd never leave you again."

Julie smiled softly. "He told you about that?"

Charlie grinned. "Vodka may have been flowing freely, but yes, he told me. And he tells me often how perfect you are and how much he doesn't deserve you. And when I say he's wrong, he says that it doesn't matter cause unless you ever, 'get smart enough to chuck him'," Charlie said, using finger quotes, "he's staying with you."

She gave Julie a quick, reassuring hug. "He'll be here, sweetie."

As Charlie pulled out of the hug, Julie smoothed down her little, white, cotton wedding dress and tried to breathe deeply. Charlie and Jody were right, of course. Dean wouldn't hurt her like that. Even if he was panicking a little, he'd come talk to her about it. He wouldn't just leave.

A small frown marred her brow again. But then, where was he?

Just as the thought entered her mind, the sound of smashing, screaming and yelling came from the front of the church. The women all froze for a moment before racing out to the sanctuary to see what was going on.

They skidded to a halt as they ran through the door and saw the scene in front of them.

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claymorexpunisher · 11 months

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Poppin the Question (Ch. 3/10)(Werewolf!The Shield) (18+ Ship Fic) (Repost)

(Not my gif)

Summary: Jon and Seth have a proposition for Roman. One that throws him in for a loop … (this fic was first posted in 2018. I can’t believe.) Tags: 18+, M/M, smut, fluff, angst, angst with a happy ending, hair-pulling, hair kink, Daddy kink, name-calling. Word Count: 17,916

It's been weeks since Roman so much as looked at the boys in the eye, let alone spoken to them unless he had to. He wanted to though. He swore to himself that today would be that day, yet..3 weeks later and there he still was. Avoiding them like the plague.

The boys were incredibly torn up about it, obviously. Mainly Jon. He was even ignoring Seth, which of course Seth wasn't happy about at all. It wasn't his fault that Roman walked out on them without a word. Jon was the one to put his foot in his own mouth, in a way that only Jon could. Seth wasn't proud of it but, he gave Jon an earful as soon as he got the chance.

''Look, man..'' Seth implored.

''It's a full moon tonight. You know he'll be out for a run most likely. If not at the gym to blow off some steam. Why don't you join him and talk?'' Seth asked. He tried his best not to shrink back under Jon’s glare as the ginger whirled around to look at him.

''Are you serious?'' Jon shook his head, chuckling dryly as the dark haired man nodded meekly.

''You gotta be shittin' me, dude..weren't you the one goin' off on me a while ago for tellin' him what was up and for wantin' to fix it?''

Seth stood almost nose to nose with the other man and held his hands out in a placating manner.

''I know. I know. I- I was wrong. Alright? I was wrong.'' Seth sighed deeply once again, having enough of this whole situation.

''He trusts you. Alright? He trusts you more than he's ever trusted me, or anyone else for that matter. So just..just talk to him. See what's up. You know it's like pullin' teeth with him sometimes, especially if he's going through something. But I know you of all people could get him to talk.'' Seth tried really hard not to flash some major puppy eyes at the taller male, but by the way Jon glared at him and rolled his neck in irritation, he knew he failed miserably.

''Fine. I'll talk to him. But if he doesn't budge, I'm not pushin'. Ya got that?''

Seth lifted his hands once again, and nodded in agreement.

''Yeah, I got it. Chill out.''

''Good.'' Jon nodded in as well, then went back to getting ready for that night's match.

After the match, Jon didn't waste any time in pulling Roman to the side, noting the dark circles under the Samoan's eyes. To put it bluntly, Roman looked like shit. And of course, Jon told him as much.

''Thanks, Moxley..'' Roman bit back sarcastically.

Jon tried his damnest to reel back his incoming snarl caused by the sting of Roman calling him by his last name. He felt stupid for being upset by it but, Roman never did that. It was always either his birth given name, ''Mox’', or his personal favorite, ''babe''.

Jon knew he was being irrational. He knew he should be more sympathetic and more patient with Roman but, he couldn't help it.

He and Roman never went weeks without speaking. A few hours at the most. Jon kept a neutral expression as he stared into Romans' tired, chocolate brown eyes.

''Yeah, listen..you goin' out for a run tonight? S'full moon.'' As Jon scanned Romans' face, his heart sank that much more at the apprehension he saw in the otherwise easy going Samoan.

Roman pinched the bridge of his nose, wanting to tell Jon to just drop the whole thing. But he knew in his heart that they needed to talk things over. He figured he had avoided this conversation long enough and it was time to man up and hash things out. He felt terrible for treating his boys..his family, his pack, the way that he has in the last 3 weeks.

''Yeah. Yeah, I know..'' Roman nodded, finally meeting Jon's eyes wearily.

Jon’s forehead creased as he felt a surge of anger course through him due to Romans' obvious avoidance of everything that had transpired in the last few weeks.

Rolling his neck languidly, he did his best to morph his features into something more casual as he waited for Romans' answer.

''You know what? Forget I asked. S'alrigh, man.'' Taking Romans' hesitation as more indifference, Jon turned to leave the venue for the night, until he was stopped by Romans' hand on his bicep.

''Mox, wait.'' Roman begged softly.

''What.'' Jon asked snarkily. He wasn't the type to beat around the bush. And definitely not with Roman. That much was clear from the second they met, and Jon wasn't about to start now. That was one of the reasons they got along so well. He was sick and tired of the three of them walking on eggshells around one another. It wasn't like them at all.

''Lets go out for a run tonight. And talk.'' Roman searched Jon’s face, hoping he didn't screw up his chance to make things right. To his relief, Jon nodded in agreement.

''So..I'm drivin' tonight?'' Jon asked casually.

Roman chuckling fondly, clapping him on the shoulder.

''Alright, babe.''

''Good. Meet ya outside in a bit, then.'' Jon flashed the brown eyed man a small grin, then strolled past him to grab his stuff from his locker room, but not before he was stopped by Seth in the hallway.

''So? What'd he say?'' Seth questioned eagerly.

''We're goin' out for a run tonight. Don't worry. I'll get back to you with the dirty details later.''

With a lazy grin, Jon left it at that and continued on his trek to his locker room, leaving Seth chuckling and shaking his head fondly behind him.

''Have fun!'' Seth called out after Jon. He turned around in surprise after sensing a form standing behind him, only to find Roman standing there sporting an amused grin.

''You comin' too, Rollins?'' Roman asked.

All Seth could do was blink at Roman, feeling more than a little surprised at finally being spoken to, much less in a joking manner.

After a few seconds of Seth being comically silent, he shook his head almost as if to clear it. ''Uh yeah-yeah..ill be there.'' Seth nodded. Both men shared a soft chuckle as they heard Jon down the hall, howl in excitement. Roman grinned and clapped Seth on the shoulder, just as he had done to Jon earlier, then winked as he too went on his way to grab his stuff in order to head out with the boys for the night.

An hour later, the boys found themselves deep in the woods of whatever smallish town they were in that night.

''Don't go too far out, babe. We don't know these woods..'' Roman advised Jon while looking around the perimeter of the woods, his alpha senses in high alert, to which Jon rolled his eyes playfully. Roman couldn't help but chuckle as he caught sight of Jon's amped up grin and bright yellow eyes. It didn't take much for Jon to shift. Any little bit of excitement, and the excitable one of the trio gave in to his wolf instincts at the drop of a hat. It once even happened in the locker room, much to Seth, Roman and everyone in the roster's entertainment. It happened when Jon was told that WWE legend Mick Foley was going to give him his new prized possession, Barbie. The barbed wire covered bat that Mick carried with him throughout his career.

The scene wasn't pretty, and there was quite a bit of damage to the locker room due to Jon's excitement. But the boys haven't stopped poking fun at him about it ever since.

''Yes, Daddy.'' Jon quipped with a teasing grin gracing his lips.

Completely missing Romans' astonishment and without missing a beat, Jon shifted into a shaggy haired ginger wolf, and ran off into the woods. After a few seconds of shocked silence, Roman and Seth followed behind.

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ofvaporex · 2 years

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MUSE PLAYLIST.

post 3 - 5 songs that remind you of your muse.

RULES : repost, don’t reblog.

Thirty Seconds to Mars - Hurricane : No matter how many times that you told me you wanted to leave | No matter how many breaths that you took, you still couldn't breathe | No matter how many nights that you'd lie wide awake | To the sound of the poison rain | Where did you go, where did you go, where did you go? | As the days go by, the night's on fire | Tell me would you kill to save a life? | Tell me would you kill to prove you're right? | Crash, crash | Burn, let it all burn | This hurricane's chasing us all underground

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Helping Charizard

[ DO NOT REPOST, ALL ART & CONCEPTS WERE MADE BY ME ]

This is in a way a precursor to a story I’ve been trying to come up with for Pokémon. This is the second picture I ever made for this version of the story and was debating when to post it because it is very vague on what’s happening in the comic. All in all I spent a lot of time on it so I felt that it should at least get a chance to shine.

Basically, for anyone who wants a little more info, I’ll explain a bit. Of course you don’t have to read it if you don't care or just want to use your own interpretation of it . . .

Ada (Oc) was trying to help a wounded Charizard (background) who was captured and enslaved by Team Rocket. A Slowpoke and a Mimikyu were the first to find him and “rushed” (lol cause it’s Slowpoke) off to find help, that’s when they stumbled across Ada’s home. They lead her to the Charizard and she immediately set to aid him. He had been wearing the chains for so long that he now had permanent scars beneath them.

Since he was wounded she tried very hard to be gentle as she set him free but something went wrong, whether he heard something nearby and got scared or she had accidentally hurt him, she didn’t know. But he started thrashing around and in all the panic he accidentally used Flamethrower at Slowpoke and Mimikyu. At the last second Ada threw herself in front of the two Pokémon and shielded them from the scorching hot blast.

At this point Ada had already met Mewtwo ( X ) and although they he wouldn’t consider them to be friends per say, she had helped him when he was injured. As his injury was quite recent it was only that night that he decided to head off on his own. But the moment he sensed she was in danger he immediately took off to find her.

That’s the most I can explain for now. I’m still in the process of writing several important chapters that take place a while later after this comic takes place. but I thought I’d at least put it here for your enjoyment. I would like to do more small comics like this, especially for Pokémon. I already have another one that I should get to work on that takes place right after “Assessing the Damage” illustration.

I’ve been trying to keep myself busy as only two weeks ago did I quit my job to take some time to self evaluate my heath and stress/anxiety. You’ll definitely see a lot more illustrations from me in the coming weeks.

Illustration Time: 10hrs 42min

Characters Featured:

Adahara (Ada) Estrella

Slowpoke

Mimikyu

Charizard

Umbreon

Mewtwo ( X )

[ This is a Pokémon AU, in no way is this canon to the OG storyline. ]

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Gentle Giant

Hank Loza x Fem!Reader

A/N: Hello my loves! I finally got some inspiration we’ll see if this lasts, but yes I am alive I’ve just been so busy since the last time I posted! I got two jobs and I’m back at school and it feels good to be busy but sad that I can’t find the inspiration to write but I’m trying. To anyone who has sent me a request I have them I think about them day and night I just gotta find the time to write them. Thanks for the support.

Prompt: I was thinking (if you can, if not you can tweak it a bit) a nsfw situation during a club house party with reader and Hank. Hank gets a little handsy and bam… I’ve been in a puddle of Hank feels lately

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Thanks again @emarie98 for the prompt!

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The party felt like any other that was always going on at the Mayans’ clubhouse with plenty of booze and women going around. And just like every other party you were at your station in the corner of the room tattooing another biker. This time it was Creeper who asked for yet another detailed and mostly naked girl plastered somewhere on his body.

“You should start charging admission for the peep show every time you take off your shirt Creep.” You laughed as he flexed under your hands.

“What are you talking about,Y/N? This ain’t no peep show, this is a work of art babe.” He flexed his arms causing one of his earlier works to move.

“I don’t think a lot of people consider a woman with busty and unrealistic tits to be a work of art.”

“Art is subjective, babe.”

“Remind me not to look at what you consider art.” You both laugh at that and don’t notice Hank and Angel in the other corner of the room talking.

“So you and Y/N, a thing?” Angel asked Hank.

“I guess yeah. Yes we are.” Hank said affirmatively, feeling a small amount of pride swell in his chest.

“You sure about that? I mean she’s a fucking woman and well you’re ... you. No offense buddy. But do you think you can handle a woman like that? Sexually? Maybe you need a helping hand, maybe she could be the new initiation for club members, you tap out and the rest of the club taps in.” He chuckled to himself and took a swig of his beer.

“Shut the fuck up Angel.” Hank said slowly, trying to keep his calm.

“Hey! I’m just stating the obvious here. I mean look at how comfy her and Creep are. I’m sure she wouldn’t mind being shared.”

“Get the fuck out of here before I really get pissed.” Hank snarled, and Angel quickly got off the couch with a chuckle and made his way over to where Bishop and other members were gathered around talking.

Hank looked over to you and Creeper and felt a spark of jealousy as you laid your hands on Creeper’s bare shoulders, the grip on his beer getting tighter as Angel’s words sunk into his skin.

“It already looks great, Y/N.”

“Thanks Creep. I’ll see you next time for another session and we’ll finish her up.”

“Looking forward to it.”

As Creeper walked away from your station you began doing a quick cleanup before you spotted Hank sitting on one of the plus couches, eyeing you intently. You made your way over to Hank and promptly sat in his lap.

“Hey baby.” You purred, feeling his strong thighs under you as you shifted to better distribute your weight on his lap. Hank said nothing, but you knew something was wrong, as you took in the white knuckle grip Hank had on his beer bottle.

“What has you all grumpy? Hmm?”

Hank doesn’t say anything, only lets out a low groan as you twist on his lap. He only wraps his arms around your middle settling his hands on your ass, his large hands gripping your ass sending a low purr through you.

“What is it baby?” You ask as you lean forward and kiss his face, first starting with his cheeks, then his nose and finally giving him a chaste kiss to the lips. As soon as your lips pressed to his, Hank got up with you still in his lap. His large hands had no trouble keeping you up and cradled to his body.

You let out a small giggle as you asked. “Hank, Honey? Where are we going?”

Hank didn’t let out another word as he walked past the other bikers and you noticed as he gave Angel an especially dirty look and you suddenly understood what kind of night you were in for.

***

“Hank, baby. What did Angel say that got you so wound up?” You both were back at Hank’s place and he was walking towards you like a predator with his prey in sight.

��I don’t want to talk about him right now. I want you to take off your clothes for me sweetheart, so I can suck on those pretty nipples.”

“Hank.” you said his name like a breathy whisper, bedplay with Hank was always fun and extremely satisfying but it was rare that you’d get him like this. Like a taut wire that was about to snap. You immediately did as he requested and grabbed the hem of your tank top and pulled it over your head, before going for the clasps of your bra. All the while Hank was following your every step as you backed yourself into Hank’s bed, and threw your bra somewhere in Hank’s bedroom.

You stood there as he closed the space between the two of you, your jeans were still on but your chest was bare before him. He reached his hand out and traced his thumb around one of your nipples, the sensation immediately causing the little bud to go taut under his touch.

“Hank.” You let out a small moan, feeling yourself get even wetter than you were sitting in his lap at the clubhouse, and he had barely even touched you yet. Hank said nothing as he took his other thumb and did the same with the other nipple, he was only giving you the barest of touches and it was driving you mad.

“Hank baby, please. I need you to touch me.”

“I am touching you honey.” Hank smiled for the first time tonight.

“I need more baby, please.”

“Okay honey.” He whispered, leaning his face to yours before giving you a sweet kiss to your lips. You reached out and wrapped your arms around his neck, feeling your nipples rub against his leather kutte that he was still wearing, which only added to your arousal. Hank pulled away first earning a low whine from you, before he placed his hand on your chest and pushed you back onto the bed.

“This is my favorite thing in the whole world. Seeing you naked on my bed, just for me.”

“Only for you baby.” You nodded, reaching for your jeans. But Hank brushed your hand away and took his index finger and traced it down your chest to your tummy before reaching the top button of your jeans.

“Such a good girl for me huh?” he asked as he started undoing your jeans, purposely taking his time with the top button and slowly dragging down the zipper.

“Hank, stop teasing me.” You whined as you wiggled under his gaze.

“You’re right baby. I’m teasing you for too long. It’s not fair to tease my good girl for so long and not give her what she wants.” He purred as he pulled off your jeans in one swift move, leaving you bare in just your panties, and Hank could see just how soaked you were. “Such a good girl.” He repeated the praise, as he hooked his fingers in the waistband of your panties and pulled them down, at the same time kneeling before you.

You watched intently as Hank pocketed the panties in a pocket of his kutte, before tracing his hands up your thighs and spreading you for him. “Such a pretty pussy, baby. Bet it tastes just as sweet as it looks.” He whispered before leaning down and placing a kiss to your clit and that almost sent you over the edge. Then it was like that wire in Hank finally snapped, his gentle teasing was gone and in its wake was someone insatiable.

Hank hooked his arms under your legs, keeping you open and spread for him as he devoured you, you let out a scream as Hank pressed two of his fingers in your heat as he sucked harshly on your clit. He wasted no time, searching your heat for that sweet spot that makes you arch your back for him. When he found it he moved those two fingers in a tortuous “come here” motion that sent you spiraling.

“Oh my god Hank!” You cried as you felt your first orgasm rip through you. Hank didn’t soothe you through your aftershocks like he usually did but just kept up the same pace, not slowly for a moment and you felt your next orgasm already start to build.

“Making such a mess for me baby. Go ahead and make another one, I’ll clean it up for you.” He said as he traced your quivering heat with his tongue before licking you clean, just so he could make another mess.

“Hank, please I can’t take anymore.” you whimpered.

Hank pulled away from your weeping heat, looking down in appreciation at your pretty pussy covered in your own arousal and thinking about how much he couldn’t wait to see you covered in his own arousal.

“Yes you can honey.” He growled, before undoing his pants and pulling them down, revealing his hard and thick cock; showing you that this was the sweetest of tortures for him too.

“You’re going to take me, baby. And everyone will know that you’re mine and no one is going to mess with that.” He growled.

You watched completely mesmerized as he stroked his thick cock, and lined himself up with you, before sinking himself deep in you.

Hank was enamored at the sight of his cock, sinking deeper into your tight pussy, watching as he was being swallowed whole by you. He groaned, bracing himself on his hands on either side of your head, as he let the pleasure of being inside you vibrate through his skin. Hank knew he wasn’t going to last long, not with the pace he was setting as he pounded into your pretty pussy, earning all those sweet sounds that came from those luscious lips.

“Hank, baby I’m so close.” You moaned, your nails racking down the back of his kutte, pulling his body even closer to yours.

“Come for me sweetheart.” He ordered, his thick fingers reaching for your aching clit and rubbing it in harsh circles, finally bringing you over that delicious edge. You cried out as your orgasm ripped through you, the feeling of your walls clenching on Hank’s cock bringing him over the edge with you, painting your insides with his release.

You both were breathless as Hank rolled you both so you were laying on his stomach, with Hank managing to stay inside you, as your breathing slowed. You both were speechless as your breathing calmed, you more than Hank as you just pondered what exactly happened and how you got to this point. Not that you were complaining though.

“Hank baby?”

“Yeah?”

“What happened at the club? Did someone say something?” Hank didn’t say anything and you let out a low groan at Hank’s silence. “Did Angel say something?”

“He may have said something about the club sharing you, since I couldn’t keep up with you… sexually.” He said that bashful side reappearing.

You chuckled. “Well obviously Angel is a fucking idiot but you don’t actually have to know the fucker to find that out.” You both let out a laugh at that, before you sighed, snuggling closer to Hank’s chest, listening for that thundering heart that beats only for you.

“I’ll tattoo “Fucking Idiot” across his forehead next time I see him. Bishop will approve.”

“I don’t see Bishop having any problem with that.” Hank laughed.

The silence between you wasn’t awkward but you knew Hank still was feeling insecure about what Angel said. You grabbed his chin and made him look at you in the eyes. “You know I love you though right? And not because you’re a fucking tiger in the sack. Because you got such a sweetheart Hank… and because you're a hurricane in bed. And if you want we can show Angel just how much I love sucking that cock of yours.” You smiled devilishly as Hank blushed.

“I think we can just stick with tattooing ‘Fucking Idiot” on his forehead.”

“If you insist.” You teased him, before settling back on his chest.

“I love you too baby.” Hank whispered before kissing the top of your head.

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tom holland

insomnia - reader can’t get to sleep; tom finds out why

driving in the rain - fluffy dinner date and rainy drive back home

workouts and warmth - when all tom wants is some after-workout cuddles

from across the living room - announcing your engagement to your families

the one - you want to move out and get your own place as a couple, but tom doesn’t. nikki talks to him.

anything for the twins - tom massages reader’s boobies during her period

moms, makeouts, and mishaps - nikki walks in during your makeout sesh

simple acts of intimacy - a fluffy 3.1k words worth of blurbs

silver surprises - the reader surprises tom at a premiere

twenty questions - questions ensue after tom & reader get stuck in an elevator

my gut - spinoff of twenty questions with claustrophobic!reader (tw/ anxiety + attacks)

stealth mode - tom & reader scaring each other

unicorns vs pegasuses - tom shuts the reader up by kissing them

a good story - tom meets reader at a meet & greet — friendships blossom to lovers

deal breaker - tom wants kids, but the reader does not

his lap - reader asks for help in overcoming an insecurity; tom misreads the situation

pool day - pool day w/ tom + the boys

hot - the reader picks a certain song that reminds her of tom - the boys go wild

grounded by rocks - tom talks about you in an interview for cherry

your hands - when all he wants is a simple head massage

late flights - in which tom takes too much time with the fans

nobody wanted to - where only one person makes it out alive

way more than 50 - the hollands trick the reader into thinking they did something they weren’t supposed to

why [ pt ii ] - sweet cupcakes, and a not so sweet breakup

what looks suspicious - nikki doesn’t exactly approve of tom dating the reader

something sweet - reader drops off small gifts while tom’s on set

he remembers - when tom finds the letter

missed you - reuniting w/tom after four long months

soft gangsta - tom tries to dress edgy; the reader is unconvinced

the shoe game - reader & tom play the shoe game at their wedding

too much - when the reader has a rough time with work, tom comforts them

losing grip [ pt ii ] - a losing battle between the reader and a hereditary disease causes heartbreak

your captain america - protective!tom holland of young reader (age gap)

sexy genius - reader is a fan of (and meets) jake gyllenhaal

teddy bear cuddles - tom wears an oversized hoodie

nonsense - the boys think the reader is meddling with tom’s work

circles before yourself - rule #2 - osterfield!reader gets caught with tom

seventeen times - when the reader is having a hard time in lock down, tom tries to help (TW // depression)

pixie dust hair - tom assures insecure!reader that the pixie haircut looks good <3

a few more months - reader passes out during a run; tw // excessive exercising

tiktok au’s

body ody ody - tom gets a little jealous over a few social media comments

sweats in the supermarket - getting tom hard when he wears sweats

put your records on - trying not to kiss each other first

mood killer - saying dirty things into tom’s ear

say it back - pranking tom by not saying ily back to him

two different ways - tom choking the reader to get two different reactions

brutal - doing the “did you mean to post this?” trend on tom

worst thirty minutes of my life - playing a drinking game with tom to see who gives into cuddles first

my girl’s cuddles - crawling into tom’s lap

even - buying hot leggings & taping tom’s reaction

goofball - a silly way to reveal reader’s pregnancy to tom

end the debate - “i found out why my boobs are small” trend

slam the car door - doing the car door prank on tom

water bottle wars - the boys ask you and tom questions about each other. wrong answers result in sprayed water

get you back real good - you & the boys prank tom after watching a scary movie

peachy - sighing / moaning in front of tom playing video games to get his reaction

my princess - tom does a tiktok where he guesses all your answers to everyday questions

dad!tom

needles and needs - when scarlet has to get shots, you realize she may not be the only one that needs comforting

all my girls - scarlet meets her baby sister for the first time (dad!tom)

everything i love about u - tom is afraid baby red might hate him for leaving home too much

a little extra help - stepdad!tom being the best dad to your daughter

through the tears - pregnant!reader goes into labour, and baby holland meets the family

first feed - tom watches you breastfeed for the first time

warmth from the love - baby holland’s first Christmas

first words - baby holland speaks for the first time

breaking the internet - when your pregnancy announcement crashes multiple apps/websites (pregnant!reader)

breaking the internet... again - when baby holland breaks the internet

boyfriends and brunch - when jade brings home her boyfriend (aged!up)

big sister + how are babies made - telling scarlet about the baby on the way (pregnant!reader)

too many kids - the reader’s dad has some commentary about the twins

mumma’s girl - tom gets jealous when scarlet isn’t a daddy’s girl

angels - a little skin to skin time with his best girl

family man - after a nasty breakup, tom finds out you had his child

cheesy uncles - telling paddy he’s going to be an uncle

ag!reader (more to come !!)

y’all really get nasty - tom and the fans discuss ag!reader’s songs

my favorite things - ag!reader performs in front of the mcu cast at the grammy’s

34 + 35 - the boys react to reader’s new song(s)

34 + 35 remix - the boys reacting to the remix

his remedy - the boys react to positions deluxe

neglected - AG!reader breaks up w tom because of their job; tom searches for answers

low-key wants him - reader talks about how much nonna (+ her fam) loves tom

see u soon - reader interacts with tom while on stage for the swt

a few spilled secrets - AG!reader performs on jimmy fallon’s show.. tom and her confess a few secrets

for the first time - when the reader breaks down crying while singing about her ex, tom is there to comfort her

dance with me, rain on me - reader has a hard time on set, tom to the rescue

every tomorrow - the first album release night after your breakup

here we go again - introducing tom (+ the boys) to your celebrity friends

condoms or safety nets - the boys react to AG!reader’s song “safety net”

we’re not engaged - AG!reader announcing to the world why they no longer have a fiance... (fluffy)

the late late show - AG!reader & tom do spill your guts or fill your guts

pain from pleasure - dad!tom goes through a birth simulator — controlled by the reader

never have i ever - tom & the reader play a game on the late late show

fluffy hair - ag!reader has a zoom interview with zach sang. tom makes an appearance

fighting off the haters - ag!reader and older!tom holland (age gap) attend an award show after going public

run your hands thru my hair - tom reacts to ag!reader’s song “my hair”

stick to acting - tom tries to make a beat for ag!reader

practically twins - reader meets sebastian & anthony at comic con

damn lucky - black!reader wears her hair naturally during an interview

what a piece - reader talks about tom related songs & tattoos

flip it - tom talks about reader in an interview

at the door - older!reader & tom fight off haters

a headcannon of ag!reader being a marvel cast member

a headcannon of tom & the reader attending the avengers endgame premiere

styles!reader (more to come !!)

bathroom kisses - makeout sessions with tom and styles!reader in the bathroom

yeah, he is - tom holland x styles!reader meet the styles family; protective older brother harry makes an appearance

unparalleled love - older brother harry styles makes a speech at reader’s wedding

grilled - date night for tom & styles!reader is a bit difficult with two kids; older brother!harry to the rescue

baby showers and brothers - dad!tom & styles!reader are going to be parents

potential boyfriend - tom has a crush on the reader when they first meet

ts!reader (more to come!!)

trust me - tom & the reader defend her after nikki doesn’t approve

your london boy - tom & co. + the world reacts to “london boy”

boy of my dreams - tom being proud of the reader for winning a grammy

rapper!tom

tom records your sounds during sex for his music (hc)

tom talks about you in an interview

concepts: one , two , three

professor!tom

my pretty girl - tom gets jealous when reader gets many valentines