Slam!

"it's so hot, i'm literally gonna melt" you complain while removing your shirt, leaving you wearing just a bra. you raise your arms above your head, extending your fingertips towards the air conditioning vent to feel the cool breeze directly.

"come back to bed," yunho emits a groan from his spot in your bed, sprawled out on the covers resembling a starfish. he's wearing nothing but his chelsea t-shirt and boxers.

"why would i do that, we're both sweating like crazy," you mutter, your eyes shut tightly as you try to absorb every bit of the refreshing breeze.

"don't stand in front of the ac, you'll catch a cold," he says, shifting onto his side to gaze at you. a smile forms on his face as he appreciates your appearance. you're dressed in a plain white bra and his matching chelsea shorts. "why don't you take off the shorts and show me something good, tiny."

without responding or turning around to face him, you choose to express your annoyance by flipping him off, enjoying the sensation of the cool breeze against your perspiring skin. his laughter fills the air, and you sense him rising from the bed. suddenly, his warm hand wraps around your waist, creating a comforting sensation. you find yourself automatically smiling at his touch, as if your body instinctively responds to him without needing permission.

he allows both of you to tumble onto the bed, resulting in you landing on top of him with a startled "mmphf" escaping your lips. he playfully rolls you both around, causing you to end up beneath him, his larger frame enveloping you and pressing you deeper into the mattress. as a sense of panic overwhelms you, you begin to scream, and your screams mingle with his laughter. desperate to free yourself, you push against him with all your might, but he remains firmly in place, refusing to budge.

the piercing sound of your screams is abruptly halted as your other boyfriend enters the room, balancing a tray with three cups of what appears to be icy slush. disregarding the situation, he nonchalantly tosses his keys onto the nearest piece of furniture and hands a slush to yunho, who is still chuckling while keeping you pinned down with one forearm pressed against your chest.

"seonghwa tell him to leave me alone, i'm gonna die," you whine helplessly, attempting to give him your most pleading puppy-dog eyes. however, he simply gazes at you, taking slow sips from his strawberry slushie. the sunlight streaming through the windows accentuates his dark under-eye circles, making them appear even more pronounced, casting shadows on his handsome face.

"i don't have time for this," he sighs, clearly exasperated. yunho's laughter intensifies, finding the situation incredibly amusing, knowing well that he's the one who persuaded seonghwa to engage in late-night gaming sessions until sunrise. you adore yunho and his playful, puppy-like personality, but his boundless energy can be exhausting, especially when you're pinned down, struggling for breath. feeling defeated, you gaze at your untouched slushie, resting silently on the nightstand beside you.

"yunho, i'm sweating so much right now, i don't think you wanna be this close to me," you attempt to persuade your boyfriend to move away, but he looks at you with a perplexed expression. he leans down and presses his head against your neck, and you feel his tongue, cold from his drink, glide from the base of your neck to the side of your jaw. "what the fuck! get off!" you forcefully place your palms against his chest and manage to push him away, creating enough space for you to peer down at his smirking face.

"you taste good," he smiles in response, his tone casual as if he didn't just do the most out of pocket shit you've ever witnessed.

"move," seonghwa grumbles as he slips into his side of the bed beside you. he briefly closes his eyes, allowing a moment of rest while yunho nudges both of you to the left on the spacious bed. seonghwa sits up again, removing his t-shirt just as you did earlier. your gaze wanders over the expanse of his well-defined chest, sweat causing his abs to gleam in the sunlight, giving his physique an almost ethereal quality

"thirsty?" you hear yunho whisper in your ear, and you can sense that he caught on to the way you glanced at seonghwa, implying a sexual undertone. however, you genuinely feel parched and in need of a drink.

"yeah, seonghwa please?" you request, pointing towards the nearby cup behind him. he turns to you and goes to retrieve it, but instead of handing it to you, he brings the straw to his own lips, savoring the taste of the orange beverage, "fuck i knew i should've taken peach, it's so fucking good."

he turns towards you and laughs upon witnessing your betrayed expression. "don't look at me like that, i just wanted to taste, here baby take," he says, taking another sip before pushing yunho away from your body. he then brings his lips to yours, guiding the liquid into your mouth, and you willingly accept it, feeling it slide down your throat as his tongue brushes against the roof of your mouth. pulling back, he licks the trail of liquid that had escaped your mouth and landed on the side of your cheek.

"want more?" he asks, and when you nod in agreement, he pushes the straw to yunho's lips.

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Separation anxiety | AFAB!Reader x Brahms Heelshire

Summary: Ever since Brahms revealed himself he can't stand being far from you, specifically, out of you...

Cw: Anxiety, separation anxiety, trust issues, abandonment issues, nsfw, smut, vaginal sex, self indulgence, mentions of pregnancy

From morning to night, Brahms had to be inside you, all day if it was possible

He had a huge sex drive, one that was almost insatiable and he needed you all the time, needed that tight pussy around his cock, he needed to be balls deep in you 24/7

It was the only way he felt close to you, like he belonged somewhere and that he was loved

So, whenever he had the chance, he would fit his cock inside you

For a man that's lived in walls for years, you didn't expect him to have such a huge and magnificent cock, it was huge, uncut and fat

Many mornings you woke up to him burying his dick inside you, making you moan and whine from just waking up "Brahms... It's too early" you would while at him

But he would look into your eyes, pleading you "Please Y/n... I need it... I need to feel you, to be inside you..."

So he would fuck you until you whined and pushed him off, or he would sit inside you for as long as he wanted to, or until he eventually fucked you

It didn't matter where, when or how, he would enter you when he wanted

You could be in the kitchen, cooking lunch or washing dishes and he would yank your pants or pajamas down and fuck you right where you were

Reading a book in the living room, he would spread you open and fuck you while you read your book, like nothing was happening

In the shower he would just go in with you and fuck you against the wall

Brahms was insatiable and you knew it, so you got used to never wearing panties around him, just putting on some shorts or pajama bottoms and go about your day, waiting for when he would get a raging boner and would come looking for you to satiate his hunger

"One day you'll get me pregnant Brahmsy and we'll have to raise a baby..." You said mindlessly flipping through a book as he pounded into you from behind on your shared bed

He groaned into your ear, "That's my goal... That way you can't leave me... You'll never leave... You'll have to stay here forever, raising a baby with me..." He said in between heavy breaths and moans

"Mmmmm, who said I was leaving honey?"

He smiled under his mask, pounding you harder now

Eventually he did get you pregnant... What did you expect?

Needy Luffy NSFW

Luffy x Fem Reader

Extra: Creampie, needy Luffy, fem reader, nipple sucking, a bit vanilla, women anatomy specifics

Author notes: Am I back? Probably not I legit just have been on a block and with my mental health it hasn't really improved but my goal is one of two per month next year.

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"I need you." He begged holding onto your waist his head on your chest. His cock sliding in and out at a rapid pace. It was clear that Luffy was needy from the moment you walked out of your room he slammed you back into your room and stripped you naked. His actions displayed nothing but need. He worshiped your body as if you were nothing but a God.

At the moment the way he slid inside you proved to him that you were a God. Your velvety walls sucked him in, clenching his big cock. Each throb you heard him whimper into your chest. Your body slightly bounced as his hips slammed into you. Drool was pooling out of your mouth from the immense pleasure. His girth hit the right spot over and over causing you to see nothing but stars.

"L-Luffy!" You called out holding onto the side of the couch cushion. His one hand snaked down to your clit. His hand rubbed your clit his fingers slightly hitting the slick that spewed out of your pretty cunt. He loved your body the way the slick comes out whenever he touches you.

His head on your chest quickly grabbed a hold of your right nipple. His tongue flicked back and forth. His mouth slightly bit into your nipple a sharp yet pleasurable pain was felt. Your body shook from the pleasure his mouth on your nipple, his hand on your clit, and his cock fitting perfectly into you.

You continued to hold back the pressure you felt from within to relish in the pure bliss. Luffy wanted you, he worshiped you, he would do anything just to put his cock in a God like you. He held you tightly with one arm his other hand rubbing your puffy little clit.

His hips buckled in you not slowing the pace and whimpering as his mouth rested on your harden nipple. His cock throbbed inside your walls, he was close and he knew it but he wanted you to cum first. With several sloppy slowed down thrust his hips locking each thrust he finally hit his high spewing his white salty ropes inside your clenching wall. Your body shook not yet reaching your high till he thruster his cock deeper into your cunt hitting the perfect spot. Your orgasm pushed you to the edge your back arched from the pleasure as a loud moan left your wondrous lips.

hi! think you're gonna write for Toji? 👉👈

absolutely<33

cw: NSFW 18+, MDNI, f!reader, no use of y/n, age gap, unprotected piv sex, creampie, fingering, oral sex f!receiving, swearing, reader wears make up, lazy & filthy writing

English is not my first language so I apologize in advance for any misspells, errors or grammatically incorrect sentences.

been thinking a lot about dbf!toji lately,

Toji has you pressed against the counter, his chest flush against your back, “Dirty fuckin' girl, feelin' me up when your dad was right there.. Y'wanted to get caught, is that it?...” one hand squeezes and palms at your tits while the other holds your jaw, turning your head to the side, so he can plant a kiss on your parted lips. His eyes glint when you whimper as he pulls back from you, his thumb running over your lips messily.

“Couldn't help myself, Toji.. Want you all the time, can't think of anything else.” he groans at that, dropping his head to nuzzle his nose against your hair, “Don't say shit like that, or I won't be able to hold myself back, honey..” he grinds himself against you, his eyes dropping to watch you push your ass back to him,

“Don't want you to..”

He curses under his breath as he lays a sharp slap on your bum, taking a step away from you right after, “Bend over, ass up.” you immediately do as he says, bracing yourself on your forearms as you arch your back for him, giving him the perfect view of your panty clad pussy,

He bites back a grin as he kneads your ass under your skirt, his thumb running over your covered folds, “Yeah... just like that,”

It's not long before he has his pants and briefs bunched up at his ankles. He brings his hand up to his mouth to lick his ring and middle finger, and then he's holding your panties to the side, nudging your folds with his fingers before he's pushing them inside of you, moaning when your juices flow down his palm. “So fucking messy..”

You whimper and push your hips back against his hand, his palm meeting the swell of your ass in a lewd slap. He clicks his tongue, grabbing your hip to steady you, and resumes thrusting his fingers in and out of your pussy, making sure to crook his fingers juust right, smirking when you clutch the counter top, a sweet moan escaping your lips.

Toji almost gets hypnotized by the way his fingers get lost in your cunt, his mouth watering at the sight, and he sighs when he feels you squeeze around them. The hold on your hip softens, and his hand falls to his cock, jerking it in sync with his fingers, up and down, in and out.

He glances up at you, and grins when he sees how you stare wide-eyed at how he's stroking his cock slowly, gnawing at your lip. He seems to notice the uncertainty in your eyes because he chuckles, “Awh 's okay baby, you can take it f'r me right? You'll fucking take it c'mon..” he pulls his fingers out, smearing your wetness all over the head of his cock, and then grabs it by the base, tapping the tip over your folds two times for good measure. He's flicking your flowy skirt up, not wanting it to obscure his view, before he's pushing himself inside your pussy.

You immediately clench around the head of his cock, and he hisses lowly, pushing you flush against the counter with a hand on the arch of your back. You whimper, your cheek smushed against the cold surface, “Wait- fuck. Toji, it's too much-”

He clicks his tongue, his hand gliding up your back to hold the curve that connects your neck to your shoulder, slowly pulling you back into him, his cock sinking an inch deeper, “You asked for it- Christ- practically begged for it, and now it's too much? Don't be a brat, you've taken my cock before-”

He coos, “Be good for me, and I swear I'll fuck you so good, baby, promise,” you whimper but nod nonetheless, head dropping in between your arms, feeling Toji push his cock inside you deeper, and fuck, you can feel the veins on the sides of his cock rub against your gummy walls-

He shudders when he buries himself to the hilt- and he stays there, grinding his hips up, huffing out a chuckle when you mewl, “Theere we go.. see? Wasn't so hard, was it?” the hand on your hip travels lower to nudge your ass cheek to the side, and he groans when he sees your pussy practically sucking him in when he pulls out slowly, “Oh God, baby.. this pussy's too fuckin' good t'me.. you're perfect,”

You moan, lifting your head to look at him over your shoulder, “It's all yours baby,”

He snarls, pulling you back against his cock hard, and your mouth drops open in a silent scream when he starts slamming his hips into you in an unforgiving pace, the fluttering of your walls around his cock making him groan deeply, his vision blurring for a second, “Fuck- my good girl, mine- say it.”

“Mhhyes 'm fucking yours,”

“Say. it.”

“M your slut!! Only yours- shit,”

Toji laughs breathlessly, “That's not what I said baby... Has your head gone all dumb, huh? You wanna be my slut?”

“Ye-esss pleaseplease, wan' it so bad,”

You suddenly claw at the hand that's holding your hip, and the rolls of his hips falter as he glances down at you, “What's wrong? Do you want to stop-” you shake your head quickly, “Don't you dare stop.” you pant as you nudge his hand again with your fingers, and he finally gets it, “You wanna hold my hand, baby?” you nod then, your eyes hazy, and sooo cockdrunk, that it makes his cock twitch. (you respond by tightening your pussy, hiding your grin with your hand when his breath hitches)

Toji's eyes roll back when he laces your fingers together, “Fuck.” and it's as if a switch flipped in Toji's mind because he's suddenly fucking into you with a newfound vigor. He's pushing his hips into you with reckless abandon, huffing out moans of his own “Ah shit- you're gonna make me cum, baby.. Been hard for you all fuckin' day,”

Your eyes tear up at how good he's fucking you, your words coming out paired with uncontrollable moans “Cum in me, fucking do it inside, Toji, please-"

Toji grabs you by your arms, pulling your back against his chest as he continues pounding in you, and you nearly scream from the way his cock sinks deeper in your pussy from this position. He's thrusting up this time, kissing your cervix over and over and over.

He makes sure to drop his hand over your own, clutching it tightly as he keeps driving his cock in and out of your drenched pussy, and you push your ass back on his cock involuntarily, and he's fucking gone, “Shit-I'm cumming-”

You moan appreciatively when you feel his warm cum fill your pussy to the brim, and he's still thrusting his hips, pushing himself deeper, harder against you “Take it, fucking take it baby-h my God” Toji's thighs shake as he slows the rolls of his hips, and he's moaning lowly, shooting the last of his cum deep inside your cunt.

You shudder when he pulls himself out, trying hard to catch his breath, and you gasp as he turns you around, dropping to his knees a second later. He grabs your thighs and situates them over his shoulder, grunting when he bends his head down to lap at your pussy like a man starved.

You grab onto his hair immediately as you squirm, throwing your head back to moan at the ceiling. “Yesyesyes, please-”

He taps your thigh and brings his hand up, palm outstretched, just as you glance down at him. You clutch his hand, and your heart flutters when he laces your fingers together once again. Toji stops his ministrations to lay a kiss on your knuckles, and you almost cry from the softness of it.

After that, nothing breaks his focus as he continues eating you out, his nose nudging your clit every time you roll your hips against his mouth, and you writhe, “Baby, please-” and he knew exactly what you needed because he brings his thumb up to the swollen bud, rubbing circles on it expertly, his mouth kissing and sucking at your folds, lapping at whatever you give him.

It's only when he pushes his tongue inside and curls it up that you cum. You shake and squirm and moan so loud that you're sure the neighbors would have heard. He doesn't stop rubbing your clit as you orgasm. In fact, he drums the rest of his fingers on it relentlessly, not stopping even when you're crying out, tears messing up your pretty make up. He pulls his mouth from you with a lewd pop, and he's panting- chin drenched with you and him combined.

He can't help himself when he bends down to give your pussy one, two more kisses. You squirm again, and he chuckles, laying a soft slap on your thigh. “Good?” he asks,

You grin down at him, expression totally fucked out, and bring your arm up, throwing it over your face as you hide your mascara stained cheeks from his eyes, “Good.”

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Your Brother is Here

warnings: mentions of fighting, angst, and low self esteem.

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You hated how famous your brother was. Of course you you were proud of him but never truly wanted to be in the spotlight. If it was up to you, you would rather live a quiet life. With how famous your brother was that your wish of living a quiet life was impossible to come true.

You found comfort in reading, art, and music to distract you from your busy life. Your brother never really visited you and your family. Since he was so busy all the time with football and basically everything, he rarely visited. You liked it like that though. When your brother did visit he didn’t stay for long.

The max of his stay was usually a week and if lucky a couple extra days. When he was home you would ignore him. He usually brought gifts for your mom and dad but since he wasn’t close with you, he didn’t know what to get you.

You didn’t mind though but he felt bad so he would get small gifts but you were always grateful. Your mom complained a lot on how you should be closer with him because y’all are family but you just came up with excuses.

The truth was you did wanna be closer when you were little you were way closer to your brother but as you got older you just got distant. A lot of people knew who you were related to because of the internet and also because you and your family were spotted at games before.

You didn’t like going but being the youngest well let’s just say your parents took you everywhere. You hated being there because of the big crowd and you having major anxiety didn’t help. Cameras were always near you and your family.

At school you were popular but not because of your looks, personality, or anything else only because you had a famous brother. People always tried becoming friends with you because of your brother. People had this weird obsession with your brother and since you were his sister. They thought if they got closer to you and befriended you that they would marry your brother.

The amount of times that has happened is unbelievable. So instead of having a lot of friends, you found comfort in your own little friend group.

Your friend group consistented of 5 people.

You, Ava, Sophia, Arabella, and your other friend Julie. You had transferred schools and got closer with them and they welcomed you to be apart of their friend group. You finally thought you found real friends that will befriend you just because of your brother. Unfortunately things were gonna go bad.

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You were having a nice day, you were gonna hang out with your friends today. Y’all had made a plan to go to the mall and shop around and get food. Your mom pulled up to the entrance of the mall. You were texting in the group chat.

we love mac and cheese🤪

you:hey I’m here!! Is anyone else here?

Arabella: I’m here ima go for u, where are u?

you: I’m at the entrance

Arabella: onw

“Where are your friends?” Your mom asked as she looked around. You looked up from your phone.

“Oh Arabella is coming to get me” you answered.

Your mom turned to look at you and nodded.

“Okay be careful and have fun” your mom said as you got out of the car. You waved as you closed the car door.

After you closed the door your mom drove off. After two minutes your friend finally came to get you.

You waved at her as she greeted you. Y’all started heading inside while you waited for the rest of your friends to come.

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Once all of your friends arrived, you and you friends headed to different shops. You brought new clothes, jewelry, and other things like posters and books.

You had your arms interlocked with two of your friends as y’all were looking for where to go next.

Your friend Ava pointed to a jersey store. It was fairly small but had a good collection of jeresys, hats, and necklaces.

“We should go in! I wanna get a kc jersey” Ava exclaimed.

Ava dragged all of you in before you got to say anything.

The owner of the store watched y’all come in.

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You stood uncomfortably while your friends Ava and Arabella scrolled through the jerseys for the chiefs.

That’s when your friend Ava got the jersey she wanted but something unexpected happened. She pulled out the jersey you least expected her to pick.

As she looked at the jersey you noticed the last name.

‘Mahomes’

Ava exclaimed happily as she and Arabella both got Mahomes jerseys. Julie could read your expression.

“Are you okay?” Julie asked beside you.

You snapped back to reality and nodded to reassure her you were okay. She smiled at you but didn’t say nothing after that.

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When your friends finally decided what to get y’all headed to the cashier. You were the only one who didn’t get anything. You noticed that the owner kept looking at you but you just wanted to get out of that store as soon as possible.

When your friend Ava went to check out, the owner suddenly spoke up.

“Hey I know you” the owner said as he looked directly at you. Your friends all turned to look at you confused.

You didn’t say anything as you become startled.

“Your his sister aren’t you?” the owner asked.

Your friends now looked back at the owner as they didn’t know what he was talking about.

“Who’s sister?” Ava asked the owner as she herself was confused.

The owner just laughed as he ringed up the jersey. You just stood still.

“That young lady is Patrick Mahomes sister” the owner explained.

That’s when all of your friends jaws dropped. Unfortunately the owner hadn’t been quiet and he alerted unwanted people. Your friends and people you didn’t even know were now staring at you.

You looked at the ground not knowing what to say.

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After what went down in the store things went downhill after that. You were getting unwanted attention from people.

Some people even followed you and your friends just to ask for a autograph or if you could get them to meet your brother. Your friends became dead silent and didn’t speak. You knew that the only thing you wanted to do was go home.

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You and your friends had settled down at a table. Your friends were going through what they got while you remained quiet.

mom

you :hey mom can you pick me up?

mom: sorry honey I can’t I’m doing something rn. Ask your brother since he’s home.

you: pat is home but I thought he couldn’t visit since he’s busy with games and stuff?

mom: he’s off for a couple of days until his next game just ask him, he should be home.

you:I don’t wanna bother him

mom: he won’t mind picking you up honey

you: okay I’ll tell him

mom: okay let me know when your home💗

You felt frustrated, you didn’t want your brother to pick you up. If he was here and people knew then that would cause chaos to erupt and you didn’t want anymore unwanted attention on you.

You decided to just text him.

patrick

you: hey can you pick me up from the mall?

Patrick: sure send me your location

*you send him your location*

Patrick: okay I’ll call you when I’m there

you: k

After texting your brother you decided to scroll on Tiktok to get your mind off things.

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After what felt like forever your phone ringed. You picked up.

Patrick: Hey I’m outside the entrance

You: Okay I’m going

After you said that you hanged up.

“Guys I’m gonna go” you said to your friends as you started to get up and get your things.

Your friends all nodded but didn’t really say anything.

“Bye!” You waved to them as you left. They waved back too but you knew there was tension.

*meanwhile you were leaving*

“I can’t believe she didn’t tell us she was his sister” Ava complained.

“Right I bet she gets spoiled so much” Julie assumed.

“Maybe we can use her to get to closer to him?” Ava suggested.

“We should!” All of your friends agreed.

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Once you left the mall you headed to your car. You opened the car door and got into the passenger seat. Patrick smiled at you and started the car.

You and your brother sat in silence while y’all headed home.

“How was it?” he asked looking at you.

“It was good” you answered shortly. He just gave you a another smile.

“Hey I talked to mom and dad and asked them if it was okay if you stayed with me for a while” Patrick said randomly.

You were shocked to say.

“Uh why?” You asked looking at him.

He looked back at you.

“Well I think it’s for the better so we can get closer you know” Patrick responded.

“Plus you get to see me play and go to my games and meet my teammates. Plus Britney is dying to meet you” Patrick explained.

You honestly didn’t know what to say or how to respond.

“I-I don’t know” you said unsure.

Patrick just sighed.

“Come on Y/N/N plus we get to bond” Patrick said.

“I think it’s better we stay the way we are” you answered. After that you looked away and stared at the buildings as you passed by them.

“What do you mean stay the way we are?” Patrick asked.

You turned to look at him.

“I mean like it’s better we keep our distance” You tried explaining.

“Your my sister shouldn’t we be closer” Patrick said as he sounded hurt.

“I don’t wanna be closer. Your my brother and you’ll always be but I don’t wanna be put in the spotlight. That’s you not me.” you responded.

“That’s unfair Y/N/N” Patrick commented.

“No it’s not” you replied.

“We’re siblings and plus mom and dad agreed so your coming wether you like it or not” Patrick responded.

You didn’t respond after that.

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Unfortunately ever since that day everything went downhill for you. Your friends had been using you and you found out after awhile. One day when Patrick picked you up from school they freaked out.

You hated it all you wanted was real friends but your brother took that from you too.

You had dropped your friends and they started harassing you after that. You just wanted your brother out of your life.

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A/n:Hii! This is a mini series I’m making but I’ll end the chapter with a cliff hanger, I’m still learning how to write better but I’m hoping to get better as time goes by! The series name is called “Your Brother is Here”

The series is basically about how your relationship with your brother gets better over time.

Until next time!

Bye:)

High Risk, High Reward- Blackpool Combat Club, Eddie Kingston, Santana and Ortiz

Warnings: SMUT, 18+ MINORS DNI, just pure unholiness, backstage orgy, blood, manhandling, choking, oral sex (male receiving), fingering, use of the names whore, slut, and princess, spitting, unprotected sex (please use a condom), creampie

Word Count: 1,994

So this is for @nething4perfection as a surprise just because... and because we are both on our BCC, Eddie, 'Tana and 'Tiz shit. Love ya honey!

This time surprisingly I will not be using government names but ring names

Blood. There was so much blood. It usually made you squeamish but seeing your men beat the absolute holy hell out of the Jericho Appreciation Society made you unconsciously squeeze your thighs together.

You winced when Bryan and Mox took some of those hard blows, and the fire in your stomach increased when you saw Eddie all bloodied and walking to the ring with a gas can. You let out a groan when the referee rang the bell in favor of the J.A.S. They looked rough to say the least; Bryan was barely stirring after being choked out, the other referees had just pulled Mox out of the barbed wire, Eddie hadn’t even moved yet, and you had no clue where Santana and Ortiz were.

You knew that this defeat, especially to Jericho was going to piss them off. In the end, that thrilled you even more so because you knew angry sex was in your future.

And you loved angry sex.

You could hear the heavy footsteps getting closer to the locker room, and no sooner did you open the door was a bloody hand wrapped around your throat. Bryan. Another hand yanks your hair hard. Mox.

Unconsciously you can feel yourself going down on your knees as Mox and Bryan use their free hands to free their cocks from their pants. Once they were free it was like a melee, your mouth became their own personal flesh light as they took turns fucking your throat.

“I think the little slut can take both of us together, what do you think Mox?” Bryan asked Mox almost rhetorically; out of the corner of your eye you could see Santana and Ortiz stalking you, as if you were prey and Eddie was leaning against the wall; his bloody features focused solely on you.

“Open wide Princess.” Mox grinned his familiar shark-like grin, and you opened your mouth as wide as you could; gagging slightly when both men shoved their cocks down your throat. Their pace would change constantly; one minute they were thrusting together and the next they were taking turns thrusting in and out of your mouth.

You whimpered around their cocks and peered up at them through your watering eyes. You gave them a wide-eyed, almost innocent look that completely contrasted the fact that your mouth was currently stuffed full of two cocks.

"Such a good little whore. I bet you would swallow all of our cocks if they could all fit. Would you like that? Would you like for us to fuck you stupid?" Santana started speaking the filthiest things and it made you let out another whine which made Mox and Bryan try and shove their cocks further in.

"Somebody likes the attention." Ortiz teased as he, Santana, and Eddie could see the growing wet spot on the back of your jeans. You let out a loud choking noise when Bryan and Mox shoved their cocks as far as they could go, making you deep throat them.

You tapped their thighs rapidly, you were losing oxygen, they pulled out and you let out gasp, coughing slightly as you tried to regain your breath, two trails of drool connecting your mouth to their cocks.

A whine escaped your throat as Mox yanked your head back so you’d look up at him, you could feel his fingers pulling a few strands out. “Open.” He snarled and you opened your mouth. He spit in it and without prompting you swallowed it and showed him an empty mouth, “good girl”

“Fuck” you hear Eddie swear and out of the corner of your eye you can see him pacing like an angry animal in a cage. Mox relinquishes his grip on your hair as Bryan lets go of your throat, your partners have a silent conversation as Bryan asks Santana to make sure the door is shut and locked. Why they didn’t do this earlier you had no idea and honestly didn’t care, too lost in your own pleasure; the floaty feeling you were craving starting to slowly wrap around you.

Bryan bends down to your level and makes sure that you’re looking directly into his eyes, “Are you okay with this?” You let out a whimper and nod, but immediately avert your eyes when you see the stern look you are met with, “Words or we stop.” That makes you let out a whine and you shake your head, “Yes. Please.”

Almost immediately Bryan’s hand is back around your throat and he lifts you to your feet. Santana and Ortiz are the first to strike, kissing and sucking any exposed skin. Suddenly you can hear buttons popping, hear the ripping of the fabric and the cool air on your skin. Through your hazy vision you can see Mox staring at you with a grin that made him look like the cat that ate the canary as Santana and Ortiz ripped every stitch of clothing off except for your underwear.

A choked whine comes out when Bryan’s finger squeeze tighter around your throat, your eyes rolling back as your vision turns white; your thighs unconsciously clench together in arousal at the manhandling.

Mox, ever the observant partner notices that you’re floating away so he taps your cheek lightly to get your attention. As the fogginess fades slightly you can see him looking directly into your eyes “No floating away yet. We haven’t even had any fun.” Another whine comes out that quickly turns into a gasp when Mox shoved his hand into your panties and runs a finger through your folds.

You were absolutely soaked.

He didn’t waste any time delving his fingers inside of you pumping them like a madman. Bryan squeezes your neck tighter and your knees threaten to come out from underneath you. Santana steps up behind you and wraps his arms around you, his hands finding your breasts and kneading the flesh. You can see Eddie hasn’t moved yet, he’s still got his features trained solely on you, staring with that familiarly intense stare. A partial scream leaves your throat when Mox curls his fingers into your g-spot.

Your eyes roll back when his fingers dig into your g-spot again. That combined with the choking, hickey sucking and breast grabbing that makes you cum without warning. Santana and Bryan being the only things holding you upright as you cum all over Mox’s fingers. Santana is squeezing your breasts so tightly that it’s almost to the point of pain.

You whimper when Mox pulls his fingers out and squeal slightly when Ortiz replaces them. Without hesitation Mox sticks his cum covered fingers in your mouth “clean them.” You lick at his fingers and moan at the taste of yourself.

“What do you say?” Mox asked you as he pushed his fingers a little deeper into your mouth. A very garbled “Thank you” was what came out. “Such a good little slut,” Bryan sneered right next to your ear. You whine around Mox’s fingers and that whine turns into a scream when Ortiz’s fingers scrape your g-spot and he circles your clit with his thumb. All you could hear was static and the pornographic sound of Ortiz fingering you.

Your eyes rolled back completely as your body tensed up and you released again. Your jaw slacked open with a silent scream, Mox’s fingers still in your mouth and your back arched perfectly as you felt the white hot pleasure tear through you.

After they let you ride out your high your knees decided to give out but Santana scooped you up and placed you on the couch on your stomach. He delivered a smack to your ass as Mox lifted you slightly, sliding underneath you. You and Mox had a silent conversation with your eyes, he was checking to make sure you were okay to continue.

“Color?” He asked, it made you smile slightly; as serious as Bryan and Mox were in bed, they always checked to make sure you were 1. Still in the headspace to properly consent and 2. Make sure you were still consenting to continue.

“Green.” You said looking into his eyes. Both your eyes closed in Bliss and Mox let out a small moan when he sheathed himself inside of you. Even after being stretched out you were still so tight. After giving you a moment to adjust he began to shallowly thrust while you grinder down on him.

The slow pace didn’t last long as you heard a bottle open and and you gasped feeling a coolness against your other hole. “Relax.” Bryan said quietly as he slowly worked a finger inside, and once satisfied with the resistance he added a second scissoring you open slowly.

As you continued to grind almost mindlessly onto Bryan fingers and Mox’s cock you turned you attention to Santana who had also freed his cock from his pants. Without prompting you took Santana into your mouth, hollowing you cheeks and trying to get him as deep as possible.

You whimpered around his cock slightly when Bryan pulled out his fingers and you could feel the blunt head of his cock poking at your back entrance. You could feel Mox still under you and Bryan pushed himself inside of you slowly, stopping everything you made a noise of discomfort around Santana’s cock. When he was fully seated in you he gave you time to adjust, even though you’ve done this with them before you still had a bit of a hard time being so full.

When you started to slowly grind yourself back onto Bryan he took that as his signal to continue. You let out an almost pornographic moan when Bryan and Mox thrusted at the exact same time, and the vibrations from you caused Santana to try and stick himself further into your mouth.

“Shit such a good little slut, she’s got all her holes filled but I can see that she wants more.” Santana snarled as he made you deep throat him making you gag.

Your senses slipped away faster and faster, you could hear the blood rushing in your ears as you got closer and closer to the edge. You clenched unconsciously around Mox and Bryan making them out a choked moan, and you let out another whimper; you could feel every vein in their cock as they stretched you out.

Without warning your eyes rolled back as you fell over the cliff of pleasure. Your vision went stark white as you practically screamed around Santana's cock, and clenched, making Mox, Bryan, and Santana cum. Even in your hazy state, you tried to milk Santana for every drop of cum he had to offer you. Just the feeling of Mox and Bryan cumming inside of you made you spasm with more aftershocks of pleasure.

As soon as Santana pulled out of your mouth a keening whine exited when you felt something sticky land on your skin. Your body shook as Bryan pulled out of you, making you fall forward onto Mox's chest panting heavily.

At this point words escaped you, as you drooled on Mox's chest thoroughly fucked stupid. Mox ran his fingers through your hair as you settled slightly, a whimper coming out when you felt a wet cloth glide across your back. "Fucking hell, Eds. You and Ortiz got her covered." Mox rumbled as Santana wiped your back clean.

"Color?" Bryan asked you as you tried to grind yourself onto Mox. You looked at Bryan with almost a dreamy look in your eyes "Green." Bryan nods once "Okay time for a break." You looked like you were about to argue but Mox got your attention back on him, "The princess needs a break after being so good." You laid your head back on his chest and sighed, the soothing feeling of his fingers in your hair and the fact that you were fucked out made you drift off to sleep.

holy hell, this took me a bit. I hope you guys enjoy it! Love ya @nething4perfection

Soundless somethings

When logan comes home one day to absolute silence throughout your home, he knows something isnt right. He further cements that when he finds you tucked up in bed, struggling with a migraine attack.

This is something a little different for me; fluff not always being my strongest suit. But as a livelong chronic migraine suffering girlie, im always searching for comfort. This was completely self indulgent and i threw it at the wall (notes app) in the midst of getting over this very scenario. i figured I'd share in case theres anyone out there that needs some comfort the way i did when this came to be. <33

Warnings?: mention of migraine attacks, mentions of taking pills/medication, mentions of nausea (but no vomit), Logan being a sweet sweet man, Overall just fluff!

Pictured with origins!Logan in mind but feel free to imagine any version!

Masterlist Words: little over 1.3k

Logan could tell something was off the moment he stepped through the door. the lights are off, all the curtains drawn, enveloping the house in pitch darkness despite the earlier hour.

the sound of the tv doesn't play out, nor the usual music that would softly serenade throughout the house. Instead a deafening silence replaces it all.

His steps are quiet despite his weight; rushed yet carefull- calculated- as he treads to find you. He knows your home, the steady beat of your heart hushed in his ears as he strains to listen. He checks the kitchen and then the bathroom but he doesnt find you in either.

Instead, he finds you bundled up in your shared bed, blanket pulled up to your chin, a bag lined trashcan resting on the floor besides your bedside table.

There's a gentle sigh of relief; that your home and safe, as he pads over. A crease wedging its way between his brows as he Looks your bundled frame over. Your expression- that he can see anyway- is pained as he kneels carefully besides the bed. Slow and gentle to not jostle your body as his hands stabilize themselves on the plush mattress. Logan opens his mouth, question poised on his tongue, but you beat him to it.

"Logan?" you croak quietly, eyes squinted open, like the words hurt you to verbalize. In a way, they do.

"Yea baby s' just me." Logan keeps his voice low as he reassures you. His hand gently coming up and over your covered body to rest atop of your forehead and he smiles softly as you try to snuggle into it without much movement; his palm feeling cool and reliving from his time outside against your skin . "What's goin on hm? M' girl not feeling good?"

"Mhm" you hum back, eyelids falling shut again to block out the dimmed light. "'nother migraine attack".

Ah.. So that explains the quiet darkness filling, what is usually, your bustling home.

"Have you taken your pills baby?" Logan enquires with a sigh, voice low and careful to not hurt your head further as he stands as quiet as he can- save for the clicking of his knees that you'd usually tease him about- instead he finds himself apologizing.

Logan knows how bad these attacks can get, how they can range from a dull ache behind your eyes to a debilitating thump that pains every movement. That the trashcan besides your side of the bed often has a second purpose; for the days when you physically cannot move for the pain and nausea.

He knows how, when these attacks happen, even the quietest noise can make you unconsciously flinch in pain. That sometimes even the sound of your own heartbeat worsens the matching throb in your head. It breaks part of his heart every time, seeing you struggling so hard in your own body, but he'll do anything, often wordlessly to ensure you get through each attack supported with anything you need.

"Took em' earlier.. Didn't help much" you mumble, hushed and so sadly it makes logans heart clench in his broad chest. You hear logans steps retreat from the room, and you shift fractionally in bed. The movement deliberately slow as to not highten the nausea that floats over you in waves.

Tugging the cool side of one of logans pillows atop of your forehead, Its just enough to cover your eyes; to stop any extra brightness breaching your eyelids. The scent of him embedded in the fabric is comforting; but you find yourself thankful for the way it slightly muffles sound too as you listen to logan rooting around in the kitchen.

You know he's trying his best- he always does- his large heavy hands delicately struggling to maneuver around items much smaller. You just barley catch the muttered way he swears to himself as he grabs a glass out, accidentally clinking it next to another other, to fill with cold water.

When logan comes back he does so with his arms full. in one a condensation covered glass filled with water, crisp and cool from the fridge. The other is pressed to his chest and holds a box of crackers- simple and plain- and a packaged strip of ginger cookies to settle your stomach; your medicine carton then sitting atop of both.

You crack an eye at the sound of the packets as he places them down on the bed; apologizing for the rustling as you whimper. The idea of food not being over appetizing in your current state.

logan hides a smile, knowing and apologetic, seeing the grimace that rests on your lips.. "I know baby, i know.." he hushes gently, as he carefully sits himself beside you, dipping the bed as it groans. "but we gotta get something in your stomach before your next meds, y'know that."

You whimper again, pained and utterly miserable because you know hes right. You do need to eat before your next dose; otherwise you know it'll make the nausea worse. He sighs softly again as you whine, helping you rest up against the headboard.

The throb in your skull is louder as you sit straight, your eyes fully open now. the room is dimmed but light still filters golden through the fabric of the curtains. You make a mental note to purchase some blackouts when you feel more yourself.

Theres silence then, as logan watches your every move, occasionally handing you another cracker or cookie depending on what you mumble for. By the third cracker and second cookie a small protesting sound passes your lips, nausea flooding your bloodstream mid bite. Logan's hand finds your back, rubbing up and down softly hushing you through the wave, also ready to grab the trashcan if you need it.

"Just a couple more bites baby, you can do it.." he pushes quietly after a while of helping you steady your breath; urging you to just finish the last half of the ginger cookie sat in your hand. He grins slightly when you continue, bites small and almost sheepish as he places a kiss on your head before muttering into your hair "yea there you go. Good girl, proud of you baby."

For a while then, theres no movement; you sitting against the headboard and him resting besides you. His hand rubbing soothing shapes on your back.

Theres a panicked noise when he shifts, your fingers grasping at his shirt, but like always, Logans quick to reassure you. "Shh s' okay, just grabbing your pills, m' not goin anywhere, Promise"

You hum gingerly in understanding as his free arm reaches to the table, pulling your medicine packet into his lap before stretching again for the water.

You grimace, fingers wrapping around the glass as you bring it up to your forehead, resting it against your warm skin. Its cool and damp against you, making a sound of delight slip from your throat. Logan smiles at it, un-popping the little pills and handing you the correct dose.

He helps tip your head back, his hand resting over yours on the glass, guiding and gentle. Once swallowed he praises you again; lips pressing feather light kisses against your temple when you shift closer to his body.

"Love you lo" he just manages to hear you mumble into his neck. Your tone is still slightly sad; no doubt filled with fatigue as he helps you rest comfortable atop of him, head resting in the crook of his neck.

Usually you'd giggle at the tickle of his facial hair against your skin but for now you settle for an amused huff; too pained for laughter as you nuzzle closer to his scent with your fingers still tangled in the fabric of his shirt. akin to how a child clutches a stuffed toy.

"Love you too baby.." he replies softly, palm coming to rest under your- his- shirt. He smiles, heart stuttering in his chest at the feeling of your lashes fluttering shut. His cool hand soothing up and down your spine until he feels your breathing slow. Soft snores falling from your lips as his motions never cease. "Now, get that pretty little head to snoozin' hm?"

lemme know whatcha think? is fluff something you'd like to see more of?? bc i actually really enjoyed creating this <333

A New Judgment: The Match and Then Some (Poly Judgment Day Fic)

Part 1. Part 2. Part 3. Part 4.  Part 5.   Part 6.   Part 7.   Part 8.   Part 9.   Part 10.

Nessa catches Zelinas gaze across the ring and discretely gives a little nod. Zelina smiles mischievously before their attention returns to the people in the ring before them. The bell rings signaling the start of the match and Rey steps towards Dominik who promptly backs up and tags Damien in letting him start instead, silently proving what he just said about not wanting to hurt his dad.

Alongside Rhea and Finn Nessa cheers Damien on as he just dominates and throws Rey around the ring, Nessa jumping up and down clapping as Rey is thrown in the corner and Dom is tagged in.

“Make him pay Dom Dom,” She calls out, giggling along with Rhea as Rey is once again thrown about the ring. Eventually, Rey forces his way to his corner and Santos tags himself in running to the opposite corner of the ring, hitting Damien, making him fall off the apron before turning to Dominik and just dominating the fight. Nessa goes over to Damien helping him up. He jumps in the ring as Dominik slides out only to be flipped right back out of the ring by Rey. Nessa helps Damien up again shaking her head and Rhea is over by Dominik with Finn helping him back up. Dominik gets back in the ring and tags Damien back in who quickly gains control over Santos as he did with Rey.

Dominik tags back in and immediately puts Santos in a hold who pushes over to his corner and flips Dom over so he can tag Rey in.

“Come on Dom!” Nessa cheers as Dom pins Rey who kicks out and regains control. Nessa blanches as Rey dropkicks Dom and Rhea jumps onto the apron about to interfere but Dom kicks out of the pin on his own. Nessa goes to stand by Rhea by the ramp knowing what is coming soon.

Rey sets up Dom for the 619 and Rhea pulls Dom off the ropes as Rey approaches to hit it. Zelina runs up on the apron and Nessa pushes Rhea out of the way, Zelina lands on her shoulders flipping her over, her back hitting the barricade and knocking the wind out of her. Rhea kneels by Nessa checking on her before glaring at Zelina once she was sure Nessa was ok. Zelina starts taunting Rhea, “Come on Champ!” she does the come-on gesture as Rhea glares.

“Yeah, you better run!” Rhea threatens and begins to chase her, disappearing in the crowd. Finn helps Nessa up who groans, still sore from training from the last few days.

“Are you ok luv?” He asks, looking at her as she nods her head, keeping her eyes on the match. Dom tags Damien in who is almost immediately thrown out of the ring and Rey completes the 619 on Dominik before Damien can get back in the ring being the legal man. He slams down Santos and pins him, getting the win. Damien quickly rolls out of the ring as the LWO enters it and the four of them slowly back up the ramp, Dominik’s and Damien’s arms thrown around Nessa’s shoulders. Dominik leans down to her ear to whisper, “Are you ok amor?”

She smiles and smacks his chest gently, “Yeah, perfectly fine. Good job Dom Dom.”

Once they are past the curtain and the cameras are no longer on them the boys start flipping their shit. “What the fuck is that. Zelina is out of line for that!” Damien’s voice booms making Nessa jump and Finn speaks up in agreement.

“She isn’t trained for this, she isn’t a wrestler that was incredibly dangerous and stupid”! Finn gives Nessa a stern look.

“Nessa, are you ok, why did you push Mami out of the way?” Dominik fusses over her looking her over for obvious signs of injury and she steps back and holds her hand out to make him stop talking.

“Look guys, I’m fine. It was planned that I step in. I practiced similar things the last few days. We need to find Rhea before she kills Zelina. She wasn’t in on that.” Nessa gestures down the hallway. She goes to walk down said hallway and the boys share a look before following her, Dominik still rambling.

“What do you mean that was planned?”

“Exactly what I just said, Dom. I am perfectly fine and we both knew what we were doing.” He doesn’t respond as they hear Rhea yelling at someone. They all run towards her voice to see Rhea in Zelinas face,

“Are you out of your fucking mind? She isn’t trained like we are, you could have seriously hurt her!”

“But I didn’t, she is fine and agreed to it beforehand,” Zelina yells back.

A Cameraman comes up and signals that he is recording so they are aware. “She isn’t a wrestler, don’t ever touch her again or I will end you.” She threatens, and Nessa smirks.

“Then she needs to stay out of the way,” Zelina responds before walking away. Once she is out of sight the members of The Judgement Day turn their attention to Nessa, the camera still on them.

“Don’t ever do anything like that again. That was so dangerous.” Dominik orders and Nessa crosses her arms as the rest of them nod in agreement.

“Let’s get a few things straight. First, I am not your girlfriend anymore remember, you can’t tell me what I can or can’t do. Second, you couldn’t even if I was. Third, I will do what I see fit and if it is risking myself to protect you I will. I got a job here just to support you so you need to let me do it."Nessa looks at him like she dares him to contradict her and she hears the crowd cheer and laugh.

"Cupcake, Dom Dom is just worried about you, we don’t want you to get hurt. You aren’t a wrestler.” Rhea tries to soothe Nessa’s temper

“I’m tougher than I look. I can handle it.” Nessa doubles down and she hears Damien snort behind her.

He puts his hand on her shoulder, “Ay Mamita no doubt, you may be able to handle it but we don’t want you to have to.” He raises his eyebrows daring her to argue and she holds her gaze and the cameraman stops and thanks them.

“Now that is done, I’m glad you decided to join us mini-me.” Rhea pulls Nessa into a hug which she returns.

“Why didn’t you tell us?” Dom asks, the hurt evident on his face and she shrugs.

“I was told not to.” She grabs a bottle of water and they make their way to the locker room. Dominik holds the door open and the boys let Nessa and Rhea in the room first before following them in.

“Do you have anything else to do tonight Hermosa?” Damien asks, plopping down on one of the chairs in the room.

“Yeah, I am supposed to walk to the medical room, and the LWO interrupt so Rey can "apologize”.“ She explains looking at the clock on the wall and glancing at Dominik who looks uncomfortable. Nessa sighs and goes over to him gently bumping his shoulder with hers. "Hey, we are ok, We will be ok Dom. We just have to learn how to be around each other again. You are on the right track.” She tries to comfort him, still knowing his moods. He begins to smile a bit, feeling some relief at her words.

Nessa gestures to the corner so she can have some sort of privacy to talk with him. “I feel like I owe you an apology, I was ignoring you from my own hurt, to punish you and it wasn’t right. You are trying to make things right and I was wrong for making things more difficult for you. In the future I will be more understanding” She grabs his hand and gives him a soft smile, not seeing the looks the rest of The Judgement Day are giving each other.

“No Mi…, Nessa sorry. No, I deserved that, you were just doing to me what I did to you. There is nothing to forgive.” Dom starts but Nessa shakes her head.

“Two wrongs don’t make a right Dom, I should have told you I need space from the get-go instead of ignoring you. So yes there is something to forgive.”

“Fine, you are forgiven then for whatever you think you did wrong.” He sticks his tongue out at her as her eye twitches in annoyance.

“Hey love birds Nessa needs to go do her next promo soon?” Rhea calls out to them. Nessa rolls her eyes and flips her off and checks the clock again. Seeing that Rhea is right Nessa heads to the door.

“Be careful out there Hermosa!” Damien smiles as she places her hand on the door handle.

“I am heading to medical to check in with my supervisor there,” she calls out as she opens the door to cameras waiting. She begins the walk toward where she was directed, the cameras following. She gets some strange looks from some of the wrestlers she passes, some whispering to each other. Eventually, she gets to a break in the hallway and Rey and the rest of the LWO step in front of her blocking her way, Rey standing in the middle.

“Mijita, Nessa, As I said on Raw earlier this week I wanted to see you face to face to apologize. I know how much a proper apology means to you.” Rey starts and Nessa nods for him to go on, and she crosses her arms. “I am sorry Nes, really, I never meant to hurt you but-”

Nessa cuts him off, “But what Jefe, anything before but is useless when it comes to an apology. You say a proper apology is important to me. That is true in my culture and religion but the work has to be put behind it to mean anything. Tell me, do you understand why what you did was wrong, do you truly feel bad and would you do it again or are you just trying to use my beliefs to absolve yourself of the guilt you feel?” She cocks her head as Zelina says something under her breath. Rey stands slack jawed for a moment before collecting himself and stepping forward only for Nessa to take a step back.

“Sweetheart I was, still am desperate. I had no choice and no I would never do that.” He answers in sequence the questions Nessa asked, holding out his hand for her.

“From your own mouth, you defend your decisions still and haven’t done the work behind the apology to earn true forgiveness from me, unlike Dom Dom. So no, apology not accepted. Now if you’ll excuse me I have to meet with my boss in medical.” She tries to push past the group only to be stopped by Rey grabbing her arm and pulling her back. She tries to pull her arm away but can’t because of the strong grip.

“Hear him out,” Zelina tells Nessa, who tries to yank her arm back again out of Rey’s grip.

“I’ve heard enough, now let me go so I can work.” She grunts as she struggles to get out of his grip. The rest of the LWO chime in over each other telling her the same thing. To forgive Rey, to stay away from The Judgement Day.

“Hey, get your hands off of her!” Damien’s deep voice booms as he comes into view with the rest of The Judgement Day in tow. Rey releases his grip and she hugs her wrist to her chest as he holds his hands up. She can see the remorse in his eyes. “Are you ok Mamita?” Damien asks gently taking her arm to inspect her wrist, seeing a slight bruise forming.

“Yeah, I’m ok…” She softly answers, a little taken aback from the ferocity in his voice a moment ago. She meets his gaze and smiles before he gently pushes her behind him again, the rest of The Judgment Day except Dominik stepping in front of her as well facing Rey and the LWO.

“Are you sure you are ok Hermosa?” Dominik asks, also inspecting the now bruised wrist and giving it a small kiss like he used to whenever she had a new bruise from work.

“Nessa, Just hear me out-” Rey begins,

“Don’t speak to her, don’t even look in her direction. You are worse than a deadbeat” Dominik cuts his dad off mid-sentence. The door to the medical finally opens and the person she was supposed to meet pops his head out.

“Nessa there you are, you are late…” He trails off seeing the staredown, “Is there a problem here?” He asks, opening the door further and seeing how Nessa is cradling her wrist.

“No problem we are just leaving.” Santos answers tapping Rey on his shoulder and they walk away, the Judgement Day glaring the entire time. Finally, the camera stops recording and she shakes her arm trying to shake off some of the aching that is forming.

“Was that planned too?” Dominik almost growls and Nessa sighs.

“The grab yes, the strength no. We just got carried away, where are you going?” She calls out as Dom storms away down the hallway toward where his father disappeared to. Rhea mouths sorry and rushes after him as does Finn to keep Dominik from doing something stupid and getting in trouble.

This leaves Damien alone with Nessa who looks up at him. “Are you ok Nessa?” Damien asks as Nessa leans up against the wall.

“I’m fine Damien, thank you for coming to my rescue.” Nessa smiles maintaining eye contact as he leans closer to her, resting his hand on the wall above her head. She doesn’t shy away like some of the women who have interviewed him. Instead, she stands tall and quirks up an eyebrow as he smiles down at her.

“You really do have a natural talent for this. Did you ever think about wanting to wrestle?” He asks shifting his weight to the leg closer to Nessa.

“No not really, I always wanted to help people, to be a nurse because I couldn’t afford medical school to become a doctor. It wasn’t until I started dating Dom that I applied to work for medical here to be closer to him. My application was ignored…” She bites her lower lip, shivers running up her spine from their closeness.

“Well, I am glad you are able to join us now. You are too beautiful to waste away in a hospital where you aren’t appreciated. You will be well appreciated here with us.” He promises. Nessa can’t stop the giggle that comes out and she is immediately embarrassed but he is encouraged by her reaction. “As a matter of fact let me show you just how appreciated you will be. Let me take you out to dinner after the show.” He offers. Nessa can’t help the blush and places her hand on his chest.

“I am hungry after the excitement of tonight, but I would much rather sleep. You can take me back to my hotel though.” She counteroffers, hearing the crowd cheer. She blushes noticing the cameras on them again.

Damien chuckles and pushes off the wall and offers his arm that she instinctively grabs and he leads her back down the hallway towards the Judgement Day’s locker room and he leans down to whisper in her ear. “Triple H told me the plan this morning, good job mariposa.” He smiles and pats the hand she has resting on his arm.

“Now that we are alone, is that offer for food on the table still I barely ate a thing because of nerves.” She admits making him to stop in his tracks.

“Well we can’t have that, do you want it to be just us?” He gestures between the two of them and continues, “Or all of us. The choice is up to you.” They start walking again and Nessa chews on her cheek before answering.

“Just us I think. I would like to ask some things and I think you will be the best to tell me and not try to spare my feelings.”

“Hermosa whatever you ask I will tell you the truth.” He promises as they enter the locker room to wait out the rest of the show.

WET DREAMZ.

pairings: sebastian vettel x reader. lewis hamilton x reader. jenson button x reader. nico rosberg x reader. fernando alonso x reader.

summary: when you move next door to a hot single dad, you take it upon yourself to seduce him. too bad for you that he uncovers your plan. you’re not exactly subtle.

warnings: sexual content. like most of this is straight up smut. mdni. explicit mentions of f!reader’s body parts. charles cameo in nico’s! implied cheating in fernando’s.

author’s note: i woke up in a fugue and wrote this as i ignored all of my adult responsibilities. show it some love <3 also no beta. we die like men.

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SEBASTIAN VETTEL ✿

when your company allowed you to work remotely, you moved into a smaller village on the outskirts of germany. your family and friends weren’t too happy with your decision to move but with the current economic state of your country at the moment, it was great for your bank account.

your house was a modest affair, with three bedrooms but a gorgeous kitchen that gave you direct visual access into your neighbour’s backyard. the same neighbour who knocked on your door when you first moved in, with a jar of honey and some eggs as a housewarming gift. he was covered with a light sheen of sweat that would have seemed disgusting on anyone else. he introduced himself in german and switched to lightly accented english when he saw your confusion.

he’d sometimes pass you when he was walking his dog, or cycling to the farmer’s market. he’d make his kids wave hello as he’d pick them up and drop them off at their mother’s. he’d take your cakes when you’d exhausted your baking hobbies and would burst if you’d have another slice. he’d grin and smile bashfully when you told him you’d made one just the way he’d liked it.

as you watch him, he turns around and waves at you. a big grin splitting his face as you wave back. you’re so fucked. you spent an hour on facetime last night with your best friends as you went through the pros and cons of fucking your hot neighbour.

the cons outweighed the pros mostly, if it went badly you could lose access to the free gifts he’d bring by occasionally or his help when he would have a look at your car when it started spluttering when you needed to buy groceries. it would be weird too. aren’t adults supposed to be on good terms with their neighbours?

it didn’t stop you from you asking him if you could wait out the storm in his house instead of yours as all the lights had gone out and when he kissed you, you were shocked. you hadn’t needed to come up with a plan to seduce him into wanting you, because he already did.

he had you spread over his lap, his ring finger and his middle finger already in your centre. the sounds of your arousal filling the room as you fucked yourself against his digits. he smiled into the crook of your neck before kissing it.

“i knew you were this desperate for it,” he hums, his german accent thicker as he pressed his thumb lightly against your clit. he’s teasing you, and normally you’d be okay with it. playing this mutual game of cat and mouse but not when you’re this desperate to get off. “it’s okay. because i was desperate for it too.”

your eyes roll back as you reach your peak.

LEWIS HAMILTON ᯽

after your promotion, you decide to treat yourself to a summer home in monaco. it’s a flat in an expensive complex, with a pool, a gym and even a spa. you’d spend many days relaxing and enjoying the amenities or shopping with the bonus money that your boss had bestowed upon you for sealing a contract with one of the biggest businesses in your country. this was your time to relax.

yet, you couldn’t relax. as you finished your daily workout - yes you now had the time - you saw the hottest man in your entire life walk past you in a loose gym set. embarrassingly, you were filling up your water bottle which overflowed and covered you with the excess. thank god he didn’t see.

you hadn’t been much of a femme fatale, you were more of a business woman in your head. your sister told you that there wasn’t much difference between the two, just that the femme fatale chose a different line of business. it was that comment that encouraged you to start your plan of seduction.

it wasn’t working, even when you wore your best gym outfit, the one that made your ass look incredible, or when you attempted to bump into him at the complex’s coffee shop in the cute two piece that exposed your best assets. it seemed like he disappeared.

until he knocked at your door at the middle of the day, you opened it to see him dressed in a suit. for a selfish second, your thoughts drifted to him wearing this for you.

“do you mind watching my dog? roscoe is in a mood today and my usual dogsitter is busy. i have a meeting that is impossible for me to get out of. you’ll be doing me a big favour.” oh. he was british.

you smile at him, as graciously as you can. thanking god that you had just come back from brunch with the girls, so your hair and makeup were still done. you told him all about how much you love dogs and you wouldn’t mind at all watching his fur baby! you were a lovely neighbour after all.

he repaid the favour later anyways, on his knees and in between your legs. he pulls down your underwear, you had shaved in anxious preparation for this moment, your arousal leaving a stain against the fabric. he pressed his thumb against your folds before licking a stripe between them. his tongue flicking against you, as you pressed down harder on his face.

your moans were loud and unapologetic. you had a gorgeous man between your thighs, eating you out like this was his calling. he grinned at you, his face drenched in your juices. you groaned and put your hands on his braids.

now this was a holiday.

JENSON BUTTON ☆

moving to the big city was supposed to be a shock, but you took to it gracefully like a duck to water. london wasn’t the nicest to everyone but it took a liking to you. you bought a house with your best friend in a family neighbourhood with low crime rates and a high chance of getting more money when you’d both inevitably sell it in the future.

it was walkable which you loved. you could walk less then ten minutes to go shopping. you had come back with a few shopping bags when you accidentally bumped into your neighbour who was coming back from picking up his daughters. he laughs at the action as he apologises and gives a hand out for you to shake.

“i’m jenson. sorry about that, these two usually have me run off my feet!” he points at his two daughters who have already ran insider the house. “it’s like they’re my parents.”

after shaking your hand, he takes his cap off and runs a hand through his slightly greying hair. he’s wearing a pair of shorts with a loose t-shirt. it is almost summertime but the weather in london had a mind of its own. sunny one day, rainy the next and freezing for both. but jenson didn’t seem to mind the cold.

you introduce yourself and he listens intently until you realise that you have to go. there is frozen food in the bags and jenson’s daughters are calling for their post-school snack. but after that meeting, you always time your post shopping trip for when jenson comes back with the girls. your roommate/best friend doesn’t protest when you insist on the shopping being your chore but she does give you a sideways glance when she sees you chatting with jenson again on the step.

one night, you’ve come back from a date. it went awfully as per usual, although london seemed to love you and want you, the men didn’t seem to. you’re home late, when you rummage in your purse and swear loudly. you brought the wrong purse! you could call your roommate but she sleeps like the dead and probably wouldn’t answer. you’re thinking of breaking through the window when a voice calls at you.

“y/n?” jenson grins at you. “are you alright?”

after a moment, and a few minutes of arguing that you’re fine to sleep in the bushes, you’re inside jenson’s home. dressed in a pair of his old clothes. he hands you a cup of tea and puts down a packet of biscuits next to it.

“so, are you going to tell me why i caught you dressed to the nines and attempting to break through a window?” he’s trying to sound stern but he’s smiling as he says it.

“bad date,” you start and smile ruefully, taking a sip of tea. “forgot my keys and well, at least you caught me before i did any damage.”

he laughs. you laugh too but not before realising that there are probably kids sleeping in the house. you bring this up to jenson who waves off your concern.

“the girls are at their mum’s. it’s just us. don’t worry. you can be as loud as you’d like.”

you end up being very loud as you lay on his very comfortable bed. he’s tapping himself again the hood of your clit as you squirm breathless from the earlier orgasm he gave you. he smiles at you, leaning up to kiss you as he slides in, swallowing your gasps as he kisses you firmer.

“you know how long i’ve dreamt of having you like this?” he asks. you shake your head, moaning again as he fucks you harder. “since the first day you bumped into me, in that little fucking skirt. dreamt of bending you over and having you like this. anyway you’d let me. would you?”

you nod, voice locked in your throat as he mouths at your tits. he smiles at your willingness.

“good. we have the entire weekend to ourselves. let’s see how many times i can get you to cum. hmm?” you squeeze yourself around him as you have your first orgasm. your cunt spasming as he gently pulls out. he lets you rest against him for a moment, taking a deep breath as he runs a hand down your back.

“now that’s number one. keep count for me darling, okay?”

NICO ROSBERG 𑁍

you weren’t a yacht person. when your university friend had begged you to come home with her for the holidays, you hadn’t expected the family party to be held on a yacht. this was out of your tax bracket.

it seemed like everyone in monaco was right. the casual displays of wealth and decadence made you sick at times. thinking about how the money that went to buying that birkin bag could have made a change in someone’s life. then you think about how you’re wearing a custom gown on a friend’s yacht and realise that you’re now part of the problem.

a bonus about being in monaco, was that the men were gorgeous. your friend’s older brother charles was handsome with dimples and a gorgeous accent. if he hadn’t been in a relationship with a supermodel, you would have been all over that. thankfully, there was more eye candy in the city. your friend’s father had a business partner that was in their house more often then not.

he was blond, blunt and pretty in all the ways an older man could be. when he looked at you, you felt like the world could burn at your feet. he had also been on the yacht at the same time as you. drinking champagne, mingling with family and investors as you ate canapés and watched the sky.

“is it boring you?” he asks, as you turn around. he was dressed in a loose linen shirt, light coloured trousers with his shirt open just enough to see the smooth skin underneath. “can’t believe she brought you to a work event.”

“it’s fine. there are worse places to be.” you respond. you take a sip of champagne and you both ignore the fact he watches the sip go down. he takes note of the way that you’re still looking in the direction of charles and his girlfriend, the two still wrapped around each other.

“you’ve fallen for the charles charm?” he says, smiling as he sits across from you. he puts his ankles up on the table like he owns it, which he probably does. you can tell a lot from a person’s body language, and his is telling you that he’s used to getting what he wants. “it’s a shame. another pretty girl lost in his eyes. want another drink?”

“pretty girl?”

he nods, blue eyes darkening as he looks at you over the rim of his drink.

“would you want me to show you how pretty i think you are?”

so that’s how you find yourself bent over the sink in the bathroom at a yacht party, your pretty dress bunched up at the waist as he presses his fingers inside you. scissoring them to stretch you wider.

“is this what you imagined he’d do to you?” he asks, voice curious. “that he’d go down on you in one of the bedrooms? he’d let you go down on him? that he’d split you open with his cock as we all walked around upstairs?”

you sob as he talks you through it, mascara running down your cheeks. how are you going to explain to your best friend that you fucked her dear precious uncle nico while talking about her brother. he grinds his palm against your clit as he stands up and gags your mouth with his fingers.

“can’t be too loud honey, don’t want them to hear you.”

FERNANDO ALONSO ꩜

spain was a big adventure for you and your boyfriend. the two of you made the decision to move for a few months to his grandfather’s home to help redesign the place. it was slightly run down but nothing that you couldn’t fix. the goal was to rebuild it in order to sell it off.

however, you hadn’t foreseen that this would effectively destroy what relationship you had with your boyfriend. he insisted on not signing the place under your name despite you also funnelling funds into the rebuilding of the house. after another argument, you decide to take a break. wearing a bikini, and armed with nothing besides water, sunscreen and a good book, you make your way into the backyard. sunning yourself to at least gain something from all the money you’ve put in, even if its just a tan and a relaxing afternoon.

“you’re the new neighbour?” a voice calls out, as he leans against the fence that separates your property. you knew the next door neighbour had kids, you could hear them playing occasionally in the summer sun as you painted. you didn’t know they had a hot dad. that’s new information. he smiles at you. “it’s been a while since there has been a young person. the old man who lived here has been here since before i was even born. you’re his kid?”

“no,” you laugh. “he’s my boyfriend’s grandfather. i’m just here as a cash cow apparently.”

your voice turns a little bitter but why wouldn’t you be? you have put in the same amount of time and effort as he has onto this place and now you’re not getting anything back. court is an option but it’ll drain even more of your bank account.

“why is that?” he asks, head tilted as he looks at you.

you end up spilling everything to him. about the house, the money, the contract that has your name redacted. in return, he tells you that his name is fernando and the kids you always hear playing in his back garden aren’t his but rather his nieces and nephews. it’s nice listening to him speak, with the heavy spanish lilt to his accent. he is the first person in a while who has just listened to your grievances so when he asks you inside for a drink, you don’t hesitate. grabbing your wraparound skirt, you follow him inside.

less then ten minutes later, you’re on his lap, as he presses his mouth against your tits. enveloping one nipple in his mouth while his fingers move to play with your other one. you grind down harder against him, feeling your clit brush against the hard muscle of his thigh. your bottoms are soaked with your arousal as you lean closer and bite his shoulder to stay quiet. he leans away from you for a moment, as your eyes widen worried that you’ve done something wrong.

“don’t be quiet hermosa, let him hear it,” he grins up at you then leans in for a kiss. “isn’t that most of the fun?”

author’s note: sorry y’all idk what came over me.

Attention seeker - M. Rempe

pairing: Matt Rempe x Hughes!reader

summary: You and Matt are together. Quinn and Luke are cool with that but Jack? He's furious.

warning: swearing

words: 1.7k

note: thank you lovely anon for this request! hope you don't mind that i've made a whole fic instead of short blurb💋

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All your life was about hockey. Your brothers play it, your parents played it and you used to too. Although, for you the journey ended up when you got a nasty injury during one of the games and couldn’t compete anymore. You felt sad at first, but this opened plenty of opportunities for you. When you graduated high school, you decided to leave Michigan. You didn’t want to follow Quinn’s steps there. 

New York was always your dream place to live. That’s why you decided to apply for university there. Thankfully, you got it and this is how your free life hockey started. At least this is what you thought. Your parents begged you to move with your brother Jack who was playing for New Jersey Devils. At first, you didn’t like the idea of travelling every single day but eventually you agreed on that. 

In May 2023, you decided to move out from Jack’s apartment. You graduated and wanted to be independent, plus Luke was coming to play with him and you didn’t want to third wheel them. During the three years, you and Jack bonded and became the closest with each other. Earlier, he was always with Quinn while you were with Luke but now, it was you and Jack against them. 

One thing that you learned about Jack was that he hated the New York Rangers. You get it that the teams have conflict but he took it personally. This is when everything you built with him fell down. You were always sharing the stories about guys with him and searching for help but now, you couldn’t now. You knew that he’s dramatic and the last thing you wanted was an argument with him over who you are dating. 

At the beginning of 2024, you met Matt. At first, you didn’t know he’s a hockey player but two of you clicked immediately. You lived in your bubble with him until he started playing for Rangers. In that moment you knew that you can’t tell this to your brothers. He understood it because he hated the New Jersey Devils and he wouldn’t like his sister dating a player from this team. 

You lived by yourself so you didn’t have to sneak out behind your two brothers' backs with your relationship but every time Matt was coming to you, you felt the thrill that they might come by to visit. You believed that he’s your soulmate and didn’t want to choose between him and your brothers. When things become serious between you and Matt, you have to share this with someone. You called your mom to break the news.

“Mom, I met a guy and he’s been really good for me” You started.

“That’s wonderful! Tell me everything about him” She was curious to know who won her daughter’ heart.

“His name is Matt and he’s a hockey player” 

“You can’t get out of the hockey world” Your mom jokes.

“But there’s a problem…” You took a deep breath and continued. “He plays for Rangers”

“Ohhh… Do your brothers know?” She asked.

“No and you can’t tell them” You begged.

“You have to tell them. They’ll find out eventually and it’s better if they hear it from you and not from someone other” Your mom stated.

“You’re right but I can’t. At least for now. I just need to find a good occasion for this I guess” You said and hung up. 

The next few days you were thinking how to tell the news to your brothers. You weren’t scared of Quinn and Luke’ reaction. Jack was the one that scared you the most to tell this. For your luck, Quinn was living in a different country so you decided to tell him this first.

“I have a boyfriend” You said the moment he picked up your phone.

“Okay, you need my blessing for this?” Quinn was confused why you told him that. 

“No but I need you to keep this as a secret” 

“Why?” 

“It’s Matt from Rangers and you know how much Jack hates them” You sighed. 

“I won’t tell him that but you know that he’ll find out? You live like 30 minutes from each other” He tried to convince you to admit this to Jack.

“I know but I’m scared, you know Jack. He’s a drama queen” Quinn laughed at your words. 

“Well, good luck with Jack and I’m happy for you. It make sense why you were smiling that much lately” 

“I did not!” You fought back.

After a week, you were ready to tell the news to Jack, but to your bad luck, Devils were playing against Rangers. You went to this game and the first thing you saw was a huge fight and of course, Matt was part of it. Now, your confidence in telling this to Jack disappeared. The game ended up and you went back to your apartment. You didn’t want to see Matt or your brothers. You needed to rethink this whole situation. 

Two hours later, you heard the ring door. You went to open and saw Matt in front of you. You let him but hadn’t said a word.

“I came because you weren’t answering your phone” He started. “Everything alright?”

“Yeah, I still have my phone in my purse and haven’t heard” You lied. 

Matt went and sat on your couch when you arrived next to him. He turned on the tv show you two have been watching lately. When the episode ended, you heard the ring door. Without even thinking, you went to open the door. You froze on the spot when you saw your brothers. 

“Umm, what are you doing here?” You asked awkwardly. 

“I don’t know, we decided to visit our sister probably” Jack said and walked with Luke into your apartment. 

“What are the noises?” Luke asked you but before you could answer, you two heard Jack. 

“What the fuck does he do here?” He was fuming. It was a tense atmosphere there.

“He’s there because… we’re dating” You admitted. Jack looked at you with big eyes. 

“What? Are you kidding me?” He couldn’t believe what he just heard.

“I’m not, we’ve been together for the past four months” You started playing with your fingers and Luke noticed it. He knew it was your anxiety habit.

“Jack, does it matter who she's dating?” Luke tried to talk to Jack but he didn’t want to listen.

“Yes! She can’t fucking date him. From all of the guys you had to pick him?” He closed the distance between you two. “Are you that desperate for attention that you picked him?”

“What does it supposed to mean?” You argued.

“That you’re an attention seeker! I get it, you’re mad that your brothers made it into NHL when you fucked your knee but that’s on you. You’ve always been terrible in hockey anyways, but searching for attention by dating the worst player out there? Pathetic. Don’t come to me when he makes you cry because…” Before he could finish, Matt spoke.

“What the fuck did you just said to her? You’re her brother and you’re blaming her for her injury and falling in love with someone you don’t like? You’re the pathetic one for thinking this low about your own sister” Jack hadn’t responded. Only looked at you and saw tears in your eyes. He knew he screwed up but his ego didn’t let him apologise. Instead, he left the apartment. 

Matt quickly was by your side and hugged you. He let you cry into his chest while Luke was standing there, observing the whole situation.

“I’m so sorry for him. He’s a dick for saying this to you. That was a low blow from him to bring your insecurities” He said and you went to hug him. 

“Thanks Luke, are you mad too?” 

“I’m not thrilled that you’re dating Matt but I can see how much happiness and support he gives you and that’s the most important thing right?” You nodded. “I’ll try to talk with Jack about it but he just needs a moment to get used to it” He hugged you and left. You were there alone with Matt.

“Are you okay?” He asked, concerned.

“I’ll live. Can we get back to the tv show because I really don’t want to talk about it” You proposed and Matt agreed.

Couple days went by and you haven’t heard a word from Jack. It hurt you that your own brother turned back on you only because you’re dating a guy from his rival team. Matt was all the time next to you trying to be supportive. Luke told everyone about the argument. Quinn and your parents were checking on you to see how you feel. They also spare a piece of their mind to Jack.

Jack was aware that he messed up real good. He knew how heartbroken you were about your injury and he just threw it into your face. He wanted to apologise and fix it but he didn’t know how. He was scared that you might shut him down and ignore. It was the longest time when you two haven’t spoken with each other and he felt weird without you by his side. 

After his season was done, Jack finally found the bravery to visit you. He knew you’re not going home for summer because you have work. That's why his steps lead to your apartment. He knocked two times and waited. You opened the door not expecting to see him.

“If you want to scream at me again, you can go” 

“No, I want to apologise. Can I come in?” You stepped further into your place and he followed you. 

“I’m listening” You crossed your arms on the chest.

“I’m so sorry for how I reacted. It was wrong. I was just shocked that you’re dating a Rangers guy but it’s not an excuse. I deeply regret saying everything I said. You didn’t deserve it. I acted like a dick” He said and you felt that his words were sincere.

“You really acted like a dick” You agreed with him. 

“Please, forgive me for that. I’ll take me some time to get use to it but I want you to be happy”

“Matt makes me happy. He might be the biggest menace on the ice but off the ice, he’s the best guy around. I honestly don’t remember the last time I had so much fun with someone” You sighed. “I don’t need you to like him but at least act neutral towards him”

“Fine, but if he hurts you…” You laughed hearing it. Jack pulled you into a hug, happy that you two sorted things out.