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Adding some more posts so the page isn't empty (*´∀`) Raphael! 🌟

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This is currently run by one mod (@skyllion-uwu/@mx-mind ) but I might bring more on if I can't handle the load

Rules:

Timeloop refers to loop where someone is stuck reliving a certain day or other time period. Time is usually reset by the looper's death but it can be any event really. Something has to be done to break the loop and allow time to continue forward. This specific loop is often referred to as a "Groundhog Day Loop" (link opens to the TVTropes page on it)

Characters don't need to canonically be in a timeloop. If you can justify that they're in a timeloop I'll allow it! Example: V1 in Ultrakill respawns at checkpoints after death (as is usual in video games), but the fact that certain bosses will have unique voicelines when it respawns (especially MDK's "Why are we in the past?") can be taken as proof of them being in a timeloop

OCs are okay as long as you have a transparent image/image that can be edited to be transparent to use

If I feel uncomfortable with a request I will turn it down. I can't think of any specific media except Harry Potter but if I think of more I'll add it here

Oh, the flag!

The purple is colorpicked from Homura from Madoka Magica since that was the first time I recognized the timeloop trope and it kickstarted my interest in them, blue for the sadness and despair that comes with being trapped in a timeloop, green is because I associate time with the color green, and white for the hope of escaping the loop. The loop is bronze to go with the color of gears in clocks, and the colors are dulled to show how things become bland when they're all you're used to.

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I win awards yay

For those of you not in the adult blogging industry, Molly's Daily Kiss is a sex blog that does annual top blogging lists for other sex blogs. For the second year in a row, I received a category award for a post on my 18+ blog! I won in the nonfiction category for my post, "Small Penis Jokes Need To Stop." It's about body positivity, being kind to others, and a category of jokes that can definitely go extinct.

The full top blogger list on MDK will be released soon, but in the meantime, why not check out a few other bloggers from her 2022 Category Winners and New Voices post?

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(Queer Earthling is my 18+ sex blog. If you’re interested in supporting a sex-positive, queer, neurodivergent weirdo, check out my support and affiliates page!  If you’d rather not see these on your Tumblr feed, feel free to block the tag “Queer Earthling.”)

Aphobes, bi/panphobes, trans/nb-phobes, anti-kink, TERFs & SWERFs DNI

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Hey kiddo you 10 ? Your Iq on the negative ? You stole the ipad from your dad ? Surprising with how fatherless you act. What are you doing sending hate messages to stranger ?

How tf you try to be special when your page is full of generic dweeb shit ? People watching a show you’re too stupid to understand= racism ? You had a stroke typing that or what ?

If you could avoid attacking my friend for no reasons that would be awesome-yeah I know friend is a strange concept to you but still. No one is interested in you enough to take the time to send you voicemails idk what shit you’re on. Get a life it’s sad. Plus you’re kind of a coward aren’t you ? -MDK

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Master List- NJPW & Other promotions

El Phantasmo

Boiling Over- You didn't like him when he was dating your best friend and he didn't like you.

Waking Up Alone- Breaking up just sucks, especially when you don't know if you really wanted to.

Wake Up Call- You thought you were done with him. You were wrong. (This story has nothing to do with Waking Up Alone. I don't know why I gave them such similar names. I'm an idiot.)

David Finlay

Place Your Bets- You were absolutely certain that Jay would beat his old rival David and now you're in a bit of a bind.

Raise the Stakes- A sequel to Place Your Bets. You know you should keep your work and personal life separate but that ship has sailed and your lifeboat is leaking.

Part One Part Two Part Three Part Four Part Five Part Six Part Seven Part Eight Part nine Part Ten Part Eleven Part Twelve Part Thirteen Part fourteen Part fourteen (alternate)

Kenta

Words Better Left Unsaid- There are some things that Kenta just doesn't want to hear you say.

Will Ospreay

Bad Guy- Lauren is always 100% sure of what she wants. Until she changes her mind, which she always does.

Zack Sabre Jr

Bad Guy- Lauren is always 100% sure of what she wants. Until she changes her mind, which she always does.

Shingo Takagi

His Consolation- Being a gay man in New Japan is already risky, and then you felt compelled to comfort Shingo after his bad G1 start.

Hiromu Takahashi

Takes the Cake- You're 40, recently divorced, and working yourself to death. So is Hiromu trying to make everything better or worse?

Tama Tonga

Bad Bromance- You hate Tama for his role in ending your relationship with his brother.

Jay White

Shelter- Late Medieval period. Is it a family emergency or political intrigue that’s led you to the home of Jay White, the young man who first stirred romantic feelings in you?

Part One Part Two Part Three Part Four Part Five

Stripped- Working in a strip club exposes you to a lot of different men, but Jay seems to need something unusual.

Raise the Stakes- A sequel to Place Your Bets. You know you should keep your work and personal life separate but that ship has sailed and your lifeboat is leaking.

Part One Part Two Part Three Part Four Part Five Part Six Part Seven Part Eight Part nine Part Ten Part Eleven Part Twelve Part Thirteen Part fourteen Part fourteen (alternate)

Divide and Conquer- Jay arrived in the US and wrecked your relationship. Now, he apparently has other plans.

Too Sweet, Too Cool- You find yourself at a tense moment between your current boyfriend and your ex-boyfriend.

Other Promotions

Kasey Catal

All of Us- You've adjusted your perspective on relationships thanks to the Kirks.

Atticus Cogar

Death Match- You might want each other but you might also kill each other.

Down in Flames- Sometimes plans blow up in your face, sometimes they blow up in someone else's. part two

Under the Skin- Everyone has that one ex who broke them part two

Tony Deppen

Bad Behaviour- You absolutely hate the guy, no question. And yet you've ended up in a situation...

All Apologies- The two of you hit it off until you were booked to hit each other.

Chris Dickinson

Not Done Yet- Seems like Chris is more involved in your life since your breakup than when you were together

Matthew Justice

Bad Memories- You definitely remember having a one-night stand months ago...

Hidden in the Silences- You and Matthew used to be friends but that suddenly changed and now you're having to deal with the fallout in the ring. Part 2 Part 3

Say the Words- Matthew helps soothe your anxieties about your upcoming match

Brandon Kirk

All of Us- You've adjusted your perspective on relationships thanks to the Kirks.

Rickey Shane Page

The God of This Sh*t

In the lead-up to the final battle between MDK and 44OH!, you have proven yourself to be the god of questionable decision-making. Part 2 Part 3 Part 4 Part 5 Part 6 Part 7 Part 8

First Mistake- Setting your friends up was such a wonderful, awful idea.

Drew Parker

What's Left After- Some things can be forgiven but never forgotten.

Miscommunication- The two of you had had what seemed like a couple of pretty casual encounters but now things have taken a turn.

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Good Old Days

I remember when the Trinity fandom was the fueling factor behind me getting out of bed in the mornings. Racing to finish homework to read the latest from @hartorotica and @yotoobfiction and some of the other big Hartbig writers. MDK & YDAD marathons on the weekends. Squealing when any of my own fics started getting attention. The hours upon hours of tumblr scrolling.

And suddenly that entire world fell away. We stopped writing, stopped reblogging, stopped creating. Our pages went inactive or dedicated themselves to other fandoms. Our muses became different people, and by default, so did we.

Seven years ago, we were all full of such youthful promise, and now we’re all the adults we never wanted to grow up to be. While this blog is not going anywhere, for nostalgia’s sake, it is unlikely I will be logging into or using it again.

To that I say: I miss you all. I love you all dearly. I hope that each and every one of you has been able to stay safe and sane throughout the shit show that was 2020. I hope you all have been able to put deep and lasting impressions on the world around you. I hope that the talent and charisma that was discovered and nurtured in our digital world, paved a greater path for each of you to walk IRL. And I hope we all meet again, some day.

To the three goofballs that brought each and every one of us together.......from the bottom of my harto......THANK YOU.

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These are the face development I picked several different illustrators such as jade MDK and Sofia Capo just to name a few, and did my own take on there illustrative style to find and develop my own the illustration above are four out of the eight face I did to create my own unique style for my overall outcome of my faces with will feature on my finale pieces. The video above shows the illustration process of a few of the face above and some of the other four which are on the next post. With doing this process to develop my style the end results of my faces that feature on my finale poses should have grown in style and develop from these face and more into my own style rather than the artists I have took inspiration from.

The link above is to my Pinterest page dedicated to this FMP project, all inspiration and ideas are all laid out in there own boards to see clearly. I used Pinterest a lot to gather photos and ideas for my sketch book and garment.

These are the other four faces I created for my face development. The process of creating faces and face mashup is to develop my own illustration style and I chose the style of face as I think it will fit my theme and finale designs so that everything in my collection is all cohesive.

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Another Update

Wow! It has been A While since I put anything here! And not because I didn’t do things! We’re going to have a flurry of posts here. I finished the sweater and have worn it several times even though the sleeves are weirdly huge and I have somehow never gotten a photo. I should have a photo of the Hawthorn Tincture shawl somewhere; I completed Procrastination by MMario Designs for a friend and I have fallen in love with MDK’s Field Guide series. I’ve done the Stepping Stone Throw from Field Guide 20 Atlas, as well as the “Knight Hood” from the same. I’m also currently working on the Trellis Top from Refresh for my sister and will start the Escalator Scarf from Atlas for myself soon. Finally, I’ve started crocheting The Pigeon’s Nest’s Mr. Pages plushie and it is so cute!

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The God of this Sh*t

Wheeeee... little bit of GCW melodrama because why not. This one is set during the buildup to and at the Art of War Games show which, if you're able to see it, is really worth a watch. That said, I've taken a little artistic licence, so not everything is going to line up exactly. Sorry if this is a bit of a slog... I seem to be incapable of telling a story succinctly.

Pairing: RSP (Rickey Shane Page) x OFC

Word count: 5,353

Content advisory: explicit sexual content, language

It’s pretty difficult to smile under the circumstances. Sure, you’re looking forward to seeing your MDK cohorts kick the living shit out of their 440OH! rivals, you’ve been looking forward to that for months. It’s going to be the best sort of bloodbath. For that matter, you’re excited for Allie to have her match against that piece of shit Tony Deppen, even though that one doesn’t go as you’d hoped. You’re happy for all your friends. The problem is that you were supposed to be part of this. You had a match scheduled and that all went to hell because at a small show five days ago you miscalculated a jump and slammed right into the ring post, immediately dislocating your shoulder and taking you out of commission for at least a month. Just fucking awesome.

So you’re sitting backstage with the gang, arm in a sling, hating the fact that you’re going to be stuck in the role of cheerleader. It’s not fair, but it’s your own fault and you should be relieved that you only hurt yourself, because you were the idiot who went into a match all distracted. That’s the other problem. The distraction.

You’re in a little pain but you don’t want to take any of the whopping ten prescription pills your doctor gave you. You have seven remaining and you want to reserve them for those times when the pain becomes completely unbearable. Besides, you’ve had a seemingly endless stream of people warning you not to rely on pills and shoving joints and edibles at you. You’ve been trying to take it easy with that, too, so that you don’t go and do anything stupid.

“Don’t worry, you got this next time,” Nick grunts at you, giving you something between a hug and a headlock which, you’ve come to realize, is his way of saying that he likes you. It kind of irritates the shoulder but you don’t care.

Before you found this weird bunch of misfits, you were alone. Even in the world of underground wrestling and its cast of weirdos, you felt completely isolated. Then one night you’d done a match with Allie. She’d beaten the crap out of you, to the point where you were spitting blood over the mat. Then she’d helped you up and walked you to the back, where she proceeded to ice your jaw.

“You need some friends,” she informed you, “or you’re going to get eaten alive, I don’t care how tough you think you are.”

You were a bit insulted because you thought you were plenty tough but no one had ever been as nice to you as she was.

“Will you be my friend?” you’d asked, embarrassed at how ridiculous the question sounded (even more so because your mouth was all swollen).

She gave you a wink. “You know, I think I will.”

Through her, you met her sometime ring partner Effy, and gradually the other members of the loose gang at GCW. You’d been around as the MDK alliance had formed over a period of months and had been accepted to that strange little family. Gage had been reserved at first but once he realized you came from a similarly rough background, he’d adopted you as a kind of little sister. He could still scare the shit out of you because his grip on his own level of violence seemed tenuous, but he was also your rock.

The only one of the group who had never entirely warmed to you was AJ, and, indeed, as you do what you get everyone as hyped up as possible, he’s eyeing you with the same hint of suspicion he always has. It’s like he knows there’s something up and it’s bothering him that he can’t figure it out. You’re trying to avoid looking in his direction because it’s started to feel like there’s a sign hanging over your head that reads traitor.

The rivalry between MDK and 44OH is no joke. They seriously want to hurt each other, and nowhere is the enmity any more bitter than between Nick and his opposite number, Rickey Shane Page. They’d fought over the title but everyone knew that the title was just an emblem of something that went much deeper. And when he couldn’t beat Nick, Page had resorted to fucking him over. You’d known these people for a small portion of your life but you felt the hatred every time you had to look at one of the 44OH! crew. You wanted to hurt them. You’d get in their faces, guys double your size and weight, knowing full well they’d hit you without thinking twice about it. This wasn’t a place where being a woman was going to protect you from anything.

But hatred, as you’d recently discovered, is a passion. And passions have a tendency to conflate when they get heated enough.

A week ago, you’d been settling in for an early night. You’d been plagued by allergies every spring and fall for as long as you could remember and this year was a doozy, so you took a pill to relieve the sinus pressure enough that you could get some sleep and were in the process of getting ready for bed when Brett, the GCW owner, texted you.

I’m house-sitting and we’re having a party, come on over.

You’d responded that you really weren’t in the mood for a party because of your sinuses but you kind of knew that he was going to be able to talk you into it.

Pop a couple of pills and come over. Come in your pajamas for all I care. You have to see this place.

Brett had mentioned that he was taking care of a house for friends of his parents for a couple of weeks leading up to the Art of War Games show and you had to admit, you were a little intrigued. Brett was vague about his family and background but you knew that he came from money. He didn’t like to talk about it because, in a weird inversion of how life usually worked, it was kind of shameful in this environment to be a rich boy. But there was no mistaking what he meant by telling you that you had to see the place: it was a place that would impress even wealthy people.

You’d already done part of what he said because you’d taken a pill, and so it just made sense that you should follow the rest of his instructions. How you came to that conclusion you didn’t know. You’d been raised in poverty. Your family had lived out of their car on a few occasions when you were still in grade school. You really wanted to see the fancy house.

And it was quite the house. You felt your eyes widen as soon as you walked in, because it was clearly the sort of place that was designed to impress people a lot classier than you. It backed onto the beach, not that you needed to go there because there was a giant fucking pool (that several drunken wrestlers and their friends were carousing in). You were certain you’d stayed in hotels that had fewer bedrooms. There was a big kitchen and a small kitchen, for what reason you couldn’t imagine. There was a room with a damn projection screen, basically a tiny movie theater. Wandering around, unable to find Brett or Allie or anyone who could make you feel like less of an intruder, the sheer scope of the place made you start to panic.

“They’re upstairs!” Jordan Oliver, who you didn’t really know but who seemed nice enough, waved and pointed to where you should go.

Indeed, there were your friends, along with a bunch of strangers at a bit of a distance, on the rooftop terrace, just shooting the shit like this was normal.

Allie beckoned you over.

“Come sit down, let’s act like fancy bitches!”

She poured you a glass of wine which you gladly accepted in order to steady your nerves. You’d been so freaked out by the house that you’d totally forgotten about the allergy pill with its bold warning about not drinking. But it’s not like you’d overdone it. It wouldn’t have even made you tipsy under normal conditions.

“Who the hell are all these people?” you whispered to Allie. “This is more people than are going to be at the show.”

“I dunno,” she giggled. “Friends of Brett’s? Random strangers looking for a party? We’ve been up here all night.” She laughed and pressed against you. “He gave us the top because we’re the best.”

“He what? Who?”

“Brett. He told us to hang out upstairs and on the roof. The evil fuckers are downstairs. Stuck in a cellar, I hope.”

You had to laugh at Brett’s way of dealing with the very real tension between his wrestlers: give them their own territory. And, yes, you guys had obviously been favored because it was a gorgeous night and the fresh air felt good. Nevertheless, your curiosity gnawed at you. You wanted to see the whole house. You bugged Allie to come with you but she flat-out refused. And so you’d abandoned the idea for a little while. But you couldn’t keep it out of your head.

It wasn’t just that you’d wanted to see the house, although that was part of it. You’d wanted to stir up some shit. The others were happy to observe the no-fly zone in the middle of the house but you were just itching to poke the bear a little. Finally, you’d excused yourself to go to the bathroom. You’d gone twice already and ended up in two different places so you told yourself that you were just playing a game: you were going to try to use as many different bathrooms as possible while you were in the house. And since you’d already found two, you figured you had to start heading further downstairs.

It didn’t really land with you that you were very inebriated, probably because you were too inebriated to know. You did notice that you were tripping fairly often and relying on the walls to keep you up more than usual. But you were excited to see what kind of mischief you could get into. That’s all it was. Mischief.

You did find a new bathroom on the main floor that had a tub almost the size of your apartment. But as long as you’d come this far and were this drunk, you figured it was easier to go down stairs than up them. You were never going to be in a place like this again in your whole life, you knew. You wanted to get the full experience.

“ALRIGHT IT’S GO TIME, LET’S FUCKIN’ MOVE!” Nick’s gravelly voice blasts through your thoughts and brings you right back into the present. He marshals his troops and calls them in for a last huddle before the big match begins. Two rings! A huge cage! Tables! Light tubes! Panes of glass! Those random doors that always turn up at these shows! You have one of those moments where you marvel that people do these things to themselves on purpose but it passes quickly enough.

“Get over here,” Nick barks, waving you into the scrum.

You and Allie aren’t part of the match but you’re part of the group, which means that you get to join in for the last motivational words and a sort of group hug, which you can’t really participate in because, ya know, arm in a sling. You’re a strange group, cobbled together from links of toughness and mutual respect. You’re going up against a much more unified faction and that makes you a little nervous. Still, there is something nearly religious about the way Nick conducts these things and normally it makes you feel like a member of the congregation. Tonight, however, you can’t get into it as much as you usually do, because you wonder if these guys would straight up kill you if they knew what you’d done. As you’re wondering, you raise your eyes a little and immediately there’s AJ with that same stink-eye expression.

You don’t go with them to the entranceway because, all other considerations aside, it’s kind of crowded there and you’d be in the way. But you also don’t want to risk any unnecessary confrontation. So you give them a few final words of encouragement, check to make sure Allie’s not expecting you to go back and sit with her right away, and then sneak off to try to compose yourself.

It’s all going to be fine. It was one stupid thing. You were drunk. None of them know and they’re not going to find out.

You feel a pair of large hands encircle your neck from behind, lifting you just enough that you have to stand on the balls of your feet to keep from being strangled. Rickey leans in and presses his face right against your ear.

“If you even think about coming out there to start something,” he snarls, “I’ll break the other arm.”

You try to twist and free yourself but it’s useless. The guy is huge and strong and he has you by the neck. You wince because the strain is hurting your shoulder. Mercifully, he relaxes his grip enough that you can plant both feet back on the ground. He doesn’t let go, though. Instead, he slides his hands back and forth like he’s trying to loosen your head from your neck. His grip tightens again, his forefingers pressed right up into your throat, as he plants a kiss to the top of the head.

“But if you’re a good girl, maybe I’ll give you a treat after.”

That’s it, you think. You’re a dead woman.

What had happened at the party was that you’d gradually made your way down to the basement of the mansion. You could hear voices and music and figured you just had to check it out, to see who was there, to see what kind of amusing trouble you could get into. You knew damn well who was going to be there, the 44OH boys, because that was their established domain, down close to the sewers where they belonged. At no point did it occur to you that you were heading into enemy territory in a very real war, mere days before the ultimate battle was to take place.

You wandered into the room that seemed to be at the center of the action and glanced at what was happening. There were people, mostly people you hated, hanging out, drinking, and enjoying what appeared to be a games room. A couple of them were playing their own version of pool, which involved shoving the balls as fast as possible across the table while the other players placed their hands in the holes. The point of their type of pool seemed to be to try to nail the other guys’ fingers as hard and as often as possible. These dumbasses were going to break their fucking hands before the match even started. Awesome. You’d watched from a discreet distance, laughing the whole time.

When you noticed a couple of quizzical looks coming in your direction, you’d made your way towards a darker corner of the room. There was Rick, Rickey, Dickhead as you usually called him, reclined on an expensive-looking leather sofa, having a boisterous conversation with a few friends.

He wasn’t like Nick or you. At a party, in dim light, he could almost pass for someone who belonged in this place. If you didn’t know what a lowlife he actually was, someone could think he was a fancy bitch.

Rickey noticed you, his eyes flickering over you with a look of mild curiosity, nothing more, before he returned his full focus to his conversation. It wouldn’t do. You’d come there to start something and you weren’t going to be denied. So you’d stumbled towards the group and grabbed a drink from the table before you walked back to your shadowy corner.

This definitely got attention and one of his friends, presumably the one whose drink you’d taken, seemed ready to approach you, but the big man just shook his head and waved them off. And that was absolutely unbearable. The bastard thought he was protecting you? He thought you were so insignificant that it wasn’t even worth confronting you when you’d brazenly stolen from them? You’d choked down the scotch you’d taken, not a lot, not enough to have made you lose your damn mind, but still a bad idea under the circumstances, and you’d marched back to where they were sitting.

The man closest to Rickey looked up. He didn’t stop talking but he did give you a hard stare. But he wasn’t the one whose attention you were trying to get, so you’d planted one of your knees on Rickey’s thigh , leaning into him and giving a defiant look.

What are you gonna do about it?

“You lost?’ he snapped, finally turning to face you. He’d sounded more annoyed than anything, which was not the reaction you wanted. You wanted to get under his skin. You wanted him to be riled up and he was refusing to give into it.

So you’d basically climbed onto his lap, balancing yourself as best you could without looking at him. You’d just nodded at his friend to continue talking. You know, like you weren’t even there.

Page had made no effort to touch you, spreading his arms and giving his boys a theatrical shrug. Might as well keep talking.

They did try to continue with the conversation as best they could, pointedly trying to ignore you. So you’d upped the ante, coiling your arms around Rickey’s neck and pushing your head against his like a cat.

“I think someone wants you to herself,” one of the guys chuckled.

“Great.” Page rolled his eyes. “Just the thing I need.”

He was steadfast. He kept trying to talk to his friends, even as you did everything to distract. It had seemed hilarious in the moment but it’s so humiliating in retrospect that you can barely stand to think about it. What the hell had your plan been? You’d gotten it into your head that it would be funny to get him all hot and bothered and then take off but the more he insisted on ignoring you, the more frustrated you got.

When the comparatively subtle approach of squirming around on his lap didn’t get the results you wanted, that was when you opened your big, stupid mouth.

“Rickey, Rick, Richard,” you giggled in a sort of sing-song cadence. It got a look of irritated confusion but nothing else, so you burrowed your face close to his ear. “I usually just call you Dickhead.”

“That’s sweet,” he quipped.

It was at that moment that you’d decided you were going to say something outrageous, just to get a reaction.

“Well I think you’re a dick. But I kind of want to suck yours too.”

“What?” his eyes widened and for an instant you did have his complete attention. The laughter of his friends brought him back to earth, apparently. “Ok, miss, it’s time for you to go.”

He grabbed your hips and lifted you off him, although he was at least nice enough to make sure you were steady on your feet before letting go. Pulling a petulant face, you’d grabbed his drink from the table but he pulled it away from you.

“No,” he growled, brushing you away. “You need to go back to your people. Go bother them.”

You’d thought about trying his patience more but decided against it. It had been more fun trying to find all the bathrooms, so you figured you’d go back to that. You were dimly aware that you’d done something very bad, something humiliating, but in the state you’d been in at the time, it didn’t seem like such a big deal. Drunkenness knows no consequences.

On your way out of the room, you’d walked straight into Eddy Only. You kept on going as if nothing had happened but as you did, you’d heard him mutter “The fuck is she doing here?”

It didn’t mean anything to you at the time, but when you woke up the following morning, the memory triggered a panic attack. Rickey’s conversational buddies might have been aware of who you were but didn’t think much of it. Eddy knew very well who you were and how scandalous it was that you had walked into the lions’ den. Him blabbing on you was one of the things that had had you worried since that night, although not the main thing.

You were wandering the halls for long enough that you’d forgotten about what had just happened, probably about five minutes. You’d sensed a very quick, silent movement behind you and immediately felt yourself bodied against the wall and pulled into the laundry room.

Rickey closed the door and looked down at you with a lot of suspicion but also some interest. You were a little frightened in the moment because in all the time you’d been around GCW, all the time you’d been participating in this blood feud, you’d never really noticed the size difference between you. You had said some very nasty things to this man and he could have squashed you like a bug.

You were trying to figure out what to say when he gave your shoulder a push, enough to knock you off balance and send you to the floor, so you were on your knees in front of him.

“Ok,” he snapped, unfastening his belt, “you want this? Well, show me what you’ve got.”

He tapped the back of your head and without any further hesitation, you’d dived in, freeing his semi-erect prick and pressing it into your mouth with vigor. You hummed in satisfaction as you felt him becoming harder, stroking his shaft with your tongue, resting one hand on his massive thigh to keep your balance. His breathing quickened and grew deeper but he was still eyeing you like he expected some kind of trap. No, you hadn’t trapped him. You went at it with greater intensity, paying attention to any little cues as to what really drove him crazy, and gradually he let his head fall back, a stream of whispered curses and praises falling from him.

He wrapped his fingers in your hair, pulling you a little tighter, and you expected he was about to get rough but he didn’t- he let you set the pace and do whatever you wanted because that was apparently better than just ramming himself into your throat. A hot feeling of pride flowed through you. It was crazy that you’d managed to get this great beast here, more or less at your mercy, that all this hatred had suddenly turned into this. You pulled back a little, still swirling your tongue around the head of his cock, and glanced up. He looked back at you through hooded eyes and gave a little smile, something you’d never expected from him.

His grip on your hair tightened as he approached his climax and he couldn’t resist bucking his hips a little, pressing into your throat as he spilled inside you. He slowly relaxed and gave a little laugh as he tucked himself back in and fastened his pants and belt again. You were feeling very proud of yourself and just as a little alarm started to go off inside you, he’d lifted you against the wall, pulling one of your legs around his waist.

It wasn’t even like he was holding you, he just somehow managed to keep you stuck to the wall with his own bulk and strength, jamming one hand between your legs and tugging your panties to the side.

“Guess you deserve a little something,” he rasped.

He pushed two thick fingers inside you, quickly adding a third when he felt how wet you were. He was so rough that it hurt for a couple of seconds but then that melted away and it felt very, very good. It felt amazing. You yelped and cried out a little, unable to stop yourself, and after the second or third outburst you felt his hand still.

“You need to find a way to shut yourself up or I’m stopping this now,” he whispered, pressing his forehead against yours.

You nodded and buried your head in his chest to muffle the sounds you couldn’t help making. The scent of him was kind of hypnotic, the remnants of laundry detergent over musky skin, something that made you relax, which made the sensation of his hand feverishly working at your cunt even better. You bit down on his chest hard as you came, which drew a little grunt but nothing more, and then let your head fall back against the wall while you caught your breath.

He shifted and for a second you were afraid he was going to just let you drop. Instead, he pressed into you enough to keep you in place until your breathing regulated, at which point he set you gently on your feet.

He gave a little smirk as he raised his fingers, visibly soaked with your juices, and pushed them into his mouth for a few seconds. Then he turned with a cheeky little wink and left without another word.

You can’t remember at what point reality had started to set in. In fact, after your little tryst, your memory of the night is very fuzzy. The alcohol and the allergy pill were hitting their full combined force and you���d ended up struggling to find your way back up to the roof, to safety, only to panic just as you were about to make it. You’d somehow made your way down onto the beach, ignoring the people cavorting around it, and started frantically scooping water into your mouth and spitting it out because you’d become convinced that if your friends, your MDK crew, talked to you, they’d be able to smell what you’d been doing and that they’d know who you’d been doing it with.

“Fucking hell, there you are!” Allie came rushing up to you just as you took another mouthful of lake water. “What the hell are you doing? That’s probably got nuclear waste in it or something.”

Strangely clear is the memory of her face, genuinely frightened and worried.

“We’ve been looking everywhere for you. We thought something had happened to you.”

“Sorry, I got lost,” you mumbled, gesturing in the direction of the house.

Immediately, her expression became softer. “I know, right? That place could house an army. How does just one family live there? Like they must never see each other.”

She wrapped an arm around you and started to guide you back towards the mansion.

“Just take your phone with you next time you want to go exploring. I was worried sick.”

You have no memory at all of making it home, although you have a very fuzzy memory that you’d started to cry at one point when you were back on the roof. You knew you hadn’t said anything because you would have heard about it in the days following. All anyone said was that you’d been pretty far gone but, they were quick to reassure you, everyone had. No big deal.

No, very big deal.

You’d woken up hungover but not congested and ever since that moment you’ve been unable to think about anything but what happened. It was on your mind when you’d gotten in the ring and busted your shoulder. It had been on your mind as you tried to have normal conversations with your friends. It had definitely been on your mind when you caught glimpses of Rickey in the days leading up to the show. He never seemed to notice you were there, although a couple of times, you saw him nervously chewing at his lip ring a little, like there was something making him ill at ease. He hadn’t tried to approach you or even speak to you. If he’s bragged about his conquest to his 44OH boys, they give no sign. If Eddy remembers catching you in their territory, he doesn’t say anything. None of this relaxes you at all.

Along with the worrying, you can’t stop thinking about what happened and feeling turned on by it. You don’t just want Rickey to notice you because you want some kind of assurance that he’s not going to rat you out. You want him to notice you because you want to know if something is going to happen again. You’re kind of desperate for it and that is infuriating. Even more infuriating is that you can’t even take care of yourself because, even if you can get started with your weaker hand, the strain of actually trying to get yourself off makes your shoulder seize up and the pain is so much that you can’t finish. You’ve no idea if there’s a name for feminine blue balls but you definitely have it.

The first you’ve come into contact with Rickey at all is here, in the hallway, waiting for him to go out and kill or be killed by your friends.

He releases your neck and starts to walk away without even glancing back. You can’t let that happen.

“Ambulance or hearse?” you call after him.

He turns back, frowning. “What’s that?”

“Which do you think you’re gonna leave in tonight?” You give an impudent little smile.

He blows you a kiss, flipping you off at the same time, and then he’s gone.

You make your way towards the curtain separating backstage from the main room, wanting to get a look at what’s happening. Once all the team members have entered, you’ll be able to get close to the entrance and have a better view but for now, you content yourself with peering through a crack in the fabric. You rub at your neck, although you know there’s no way he grabbed you tight enough to leave marks. It does make you wonder what it would feel like to have him mark you up, leave you with bruises and scratches, and you wonder if he wants to. Once again, you’re all hot and bothered and can’t think straight.

This is why you rarely get sexually involved with anyone, because it’s always like this, always some bizarre complication that causes chaos and disaster.

“I am the god of this shit,” you sigh to yourself.

From what you can see, the ring is already a mess and there aren’t even that many bodies in it. The real match won’t even start until all twelve of them get there.

You sense someone approach you and you turn around in anticipation. But goddamn, it’s AJ, who bumps against your arm with that barrel chest of his.

“Better be careful,” he grunts, dead eyes locked on yours.

“Wh-what do you mean?”

He rolls his shoulders but never breaks eye contact. “There’s gonna be glass and chemical dust flying, god knows what else. The crowd can get rough when they get into it, maybe bodies falling. It’s called a deathmatch. People have actually died doing these. So just watch yourself so you don’t get hurt.”

It’s almost unfathomable to you that the man looks like he wants to bury you but seems to be showing you a rough sort of kindness.

“Ok,” you stammer, “I’ll keep my distance.”

“You can watch. Just take care of yourself.” He starts to head off but turns back and gives you a very serious look. “Nick really likes you. It’d fuck him up if you got hurt because of this.”

You gulp as a whole new wave of guilt washes over you.

“Hey,” you croak, “kick their asses.”

AJ nods and heads out as the first notes of his music hit. Soon, everyone is going to be in that cage. It’s going to be carnage.