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Please Take Advantage (of me) - Cody Rhodes

Words: 1,818 Summary: After lunch with a friend, she can’t help but think she’s taking advantage of Cody. Note(s): Implied Age Difference (but no direct reference),

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“I know I said it before, but that dress is gorgeous on you.” Her friend says, reaching out and after she gives a nod, stroking the fabric for a second.

“Thank you.” A pleased smile is on her face, blood rushing to her cheeks. “Cody bought it for me.”

The other girl stills, hand halfway to reaching for her drink. “Really?”

She nods, smoothing the fabric. “Said the color suited me.”

Her friend makes a face and then sighs sitting back in her chair. “Could we actually talk about Cody?”

Her eyebrows raise but she nods. “Yeah, of course.” She leans a little forward, the seriousness on her friend’s face concerning her. “What’s up?”

“It’s just,” She pauses. “You're taking advantage of him.”

Her mouth drops open.

“I’m not saying you don’t deserve these things, you do. But, maybe slow down, pump the brakes a little before he realizes what you're doing. I mean, the plane tickets, the new clothes, the jewelry. It’s a lot. And it’s fine to ask for things.” She reaches forward, patting her hand and Y/N has to resist flinching back from the touch. “I ask May for things, but not all the time. It’s like every time I see you in person or on insta you’ve got something new.”

The rest of their lunch is quiet as she processes her friend's words and it doesn’t help when her friend when hugging her goodbye whispers for her to think about it.

And it’s all she does. It’s all she can think about.

She had never thought about it that way, that she was taking advantage of Cody. Not when every time he gave her something it was always him saying, Look, baby, I got you something, I got you a gift, I remember you saying you liked this, all variations she’s heard a dozen times now. And she’s loved everything he’s given her, it’s all been things she’s mentioned liking to him or friends and her heart sinks her. She was taking advantage of him.

Every time she mentioned liking something it seemed to be given to her within a week because Cody was hearing something in her voice that she hadn’t realized was there, a question of will you buy it for me and it brings tears to her eyes as she sinks into her bed. The necklace around her neck doesn’t feel right anymore, it feels wrong to wear and her fingers scramble to take it off, tossing it on her nightstand. The dress is quickly taken off, falling to the ground before she buries herself underneath her blankets.

She had been using Cody and hadn't even realized it… what kind of person does that make her?

She wakes up with missed calls and texts and feeling worse than before. The guilt is festering inside her. She can’t try and give back what he’s given her. Cody wouldn’t accept that. But, she thinks staring at herself in the mirror, she could be better.

“Fuck, are you okay?”

She blinks at the worried tone that greets her as she answers her phone. “Yeah, Cody, I’m okay. I fell asleep after I got home, my phone was on silent.”

She can hear Cody take a deep breath, practically hear the worry melt away from him and another wave of guilt crashes over her.

“I’m sorry. I didn’t think about it.”

“No. Don’t apologize. I just, I got worried. You hadn’t texted me since this morning, didn’t tell me you got home and then you weren’t answering and,”

“And I always answer during the day.”

“Yeah.” he breathes.

“I’m okay.” She soothes, sitting down on the foot of her bed, wincing as the dress she had worn earlier comes into her eyesight.

“How was lunch?”

“It was the normal kind of catch up.” She tells him. “Nothing too exciting.” And god was that the truth.

“Take any pictures of you in your dress? I know you look gorgeous in it.”

“Just one.” She answers after a moment. “And thank you again for it. You didn’t have to.”

“You don’t need to thank me for getting you something.”

She has to bite her tongue to stop herself from saying anything to that, because she did. She really did. But what she really needed was to make sure he didn’t feel like he had to buy her anything ever again. And that would require a conversation, an apology, that she couldn’t give over the phone.

“Do you want to come over tonight? I’ll cook dinner.” She offers.

“You come over to mine and I’ll grill the main while you cook the sides?”

She laughs at the familiar offer but gives a nod of her head. “Sounds perfect.” She pulls her phone away from her ear, looking at the time. “Let me get dressed and I’ll stop by the store and be over.”

“Wear the dress? And maybe bring some more clothes over.”

“I think you have about half my closet at your house.”

“But not your full closet yet.”

She shakes her head. “I’ll try to be over in an hour.”

“With more clothes?” Cody says, hopefully.

“I’ll see you soon, Cody.”

“That’s not an answer. But I’ll see you soon, drive safe.”

Hanging up, she shakes her head, a wide smile spreading across her face. It fades a little when she catches sight of the dress. She wants to kick it underneath her bed, make up some excuse to Cody about it getting stolen or going missing, but she forces herself to put it back on.

As she touches up her makeup, the dress seems to feel heavier and heavier, her neck feels bare but her stomach twists at the thought of putting back on the necklace he gave her a little after a month being together, it twists more when she considers not putting it on.

Everything seems to weigh a ton, the dress, the necklace, her mind, and she’s unable to escape it. Music in the car doesn’t take any of the weight away, the cute baby in produce that giggles and waves at her doesn’t, and parking in Cody’s driveway certainly doesn’t either.

She sits there for a minute, hands gripping the wheel, head pressed against, giving herself just a minute, before she takes a deep breath and gets out of her car.

It’s a single bag of groceries that she has to grab from the backseat, but her lips twitch into a smile as she knows what Cody’s reaction to her carrying it will be.

Knocking on the front door, she doesn’t have to wait long before it’s opening and her boyfriend is smiling at her, leaning in and kissing her in greeting before a hand is being pressed to her lower back and she’s being ushered into the house.

“You really don’t have to knock, babe.”

She shakes her head, “I do.”

“You have a key.”

“Yeah, so I can get your mail and check on things while you're gone.”

His eyes roll, “and to let yourself in and out whenever you please.”

Her mouth opens to protest, but his eyes catch on the grocery bag in her hand and his whole expression changes and she has to bite her lip to stop herself from grinning as he immediately reaches for it.

“What is this? Why didn’t you text me?”

“It’s stuff for dinner and it’s maybe a pound.”

His offended look grows worse, fingers tugging at the bag and she lets him take it from her. “I’m supposed to bring in the groceries.”

“It’s one bag. And what do you think I do when you're gone and I’m restocking your fridge and cupboards or when I do my own grocery shopping?”

A look of horror flashes across his face. “This is like my worst nightmare.”

She laughs at his dramatics and his offended look transforms into a grin at the sound.

He’s quick to put the bag on the kitchen counter before kissing her again. It’s a far longer kiss than the one he gave her before and she melts into it, into him. Their lips move together lazily for a few minutes, separating with slightly tingly and slick lips.

“This looks gorgeous on you.” Cody murmurs, giving her a peck on the lips as his fingers give a small tug at her dress.

Her smile fades at the compliment, guilt hitting her all over again. “Actually I wanted to talk to you about that.”

He straightens a bit at her words, hand squeezing her waist.

“I’m sorry.”

His head jerks back at the soft words, confusion overtaking his concern.

She swallows, thickly. “I never meant to make you feel like you needed to buy me things and I’m sorry. That was never my intention, Cody. And I want to be better.”

“Babe, what are you talking about?”

“I-” she starts and is cut off by his hands gently cupping her face.

“I have never felt like I needed to buy you anything. Have I wanted to? Hell yeah, that’s why I’m constantly doing it, but you have never once even hinted at wanting me to buy something for you. You fight me on paying for everything. You tried giving me two dollars for a pack of gum when you forgot your wallet and that’s been the only thing you have ever asked me to buy you.”

“You never let me pay you back for that.” She mumbles.

He huffs out a laugh, one his hands slipping back down to her waist. “And I’m never going to. I like getting you stuff. This dress, your necklace, that art print you pretended not to like.”

Blood rushes to her cheeks at the mention of the art print. It had been so early in their relationship and she hadn’t thought he could read her so easily, but he had, and a few days later the art print had arrived at her door.

“I love doing it. It’s taking care of you and I love doing that, it’s important to me. Hell, I wish you’d ask me to buy things, even just a pack of gum.”

She softens, guilt no longer festering but disappearing. She knew he liked taking care of people, but it was different hearing him say it. Hearing him say that he wanted to take care of her.

“I’ve never really had anyone that wanted to take care of me, not like this.”

His face softens, his lips brushing against hers for a second. “Well, I want to.” He presses their lips together again, firmer this time. “Now, you're gonna sit on the deck, I’m gonna make you a drink and start dinner and you're going to relax and talk to me about whatever you want.”

“Okay.” She says and the utter joy and relief on Cody’s face rids any lasting guilt that was trying to cling to her.

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eringobragh420 · 1 day ago

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Lord, please grant me the serenity to live through the ditches, the strength to laugh with the witches, and the wisdom to love in the back of my Dragula

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𝕊𝕥𝕚𝕔𝕜 𝕋𝕠 𝕄𝕖 𝕃𝕚𝕜𝕖 ℂ𝕒𝕣𝕒𝕞𝕖𝕝 -- [𝟛]

SUMMARY: You've always been drawn to him, even when you knew you shouldn't be. But time passed, situations changed. You found yourself in his presence more often. Welcoming it. Craving it, even. And despite the burning, screaming sensation in the back of your head telling you that everything about this was so very wrong... ...you'd be a fool to deny that what your heart wanted was so very right.

aka; the five times when your nerves couldn't accept The Ring General's advances, and the one time where you finally embraced them. -- CHAPTERS: [1] - [2] - [3] (you are here!) -[4] - [5]

WORD COUNT: 3,396

WARNINGS: None for this chapter.

AUTHOR'S NOTE: Fluff. Pure, tooth-rotting fluff. Gotta give you a dose of sweetness with some soft Gunther before we get back into the tension and utter FILTH that is coming your way in the next two parts... <3

TAGLIST: @eringobragh420 || @moonlight1254 || @void-detective || @imperiumbunny || @neurodivergentempress || @stanswifties || @ellswritings || @princessesareforsuckers || @if-weburn-blog || @greyghoulette || @stacys-momxx || @self-indulgent-fanfics (If you'd like to be added to be informed of future chapters, please let me know!)

The first time you held his hand, it was on pure instinct alone; a supporting gesture to combat his thoughts at one of his lowest points you've ever seen him in.

You'd been struggling yourself in a different way- Ilja had been taken out with a torn ACL at a house show during the last European tour back in September, and you'd be without the constant presence of your best friend for a good ten months at a minimum. You knew it would be a struggle, but with the other friends you had, as well as a few of the other wrestlers you'd managed to make quick friends with since your main roster call-up back in spring, you weren't super worried. Most people in the company and backstage otherwise liked you well enough and didn't have much, if any issues with you at all- aside from a small handful, but you couldn't be bothered to care too much about them- they didn't matter. Just your old and new friends to pass the time and keep you occupied.

Speaking of new friends... you'd surprisingly found yourself in the company of Gunther quite often as of late, whether it be just a quick greeting in passing or a full-on conversation with him at certain times. You were very aware that he kept a very small amount of people close to him, which, frankly, mostly just consisted of his Imperium stablemate Ludwig Kaiser and possibly Giovanni Vinci- despite his... excommunication of sorts from the group just before the draft, you wondered if the Ring General still had contact with his friend and former teammate. Still, you'd be lying if you didn't say you considered it an honor of sorts to be welcomed in to his circle. Over the weeks, you'd even formed an odd, loose acquaintanceship with Kaiser; the handsome German man was as elegant as he presented himself to be, but also shockingly polite and provided you with a constant source of entertainingly snarky comments about people not in his best graces whispered to you under his breath, which often resulted in a snort of laughter from you. He'd also end up joining you halfway through your workouts at the local gyms some days, and when he met you in catering one Monday afternoon with an extra Vanilla Chai latte he picked up for you just because, you knew you'd officially made a friend- and judging by the fact that you had begun to be welcomed by the two fellow Europeans to start moving your belongings into their locker room... you'd made teammates, as well.

It was a slow process of sorts; you and the Mad Dragon normally just stored your suitcases in the public dressing areas for the men and women, but the members of Imperium had a nicer, private one all to themselves. Kaiser had extended the idea to you as more of a suggestion one random day with a shrug, mentioning that it might be nice for you to have a slightly quieter space- but with you also not missing the subtle smirk present both on his face and in his voice when he added that Gunther also had wanted to bring it up to you as well, mentioning that he enjoyed your presence. You did your best to hide your blush, but took him up on the offer. Days passed where you occasionally joined them in their space, but then weeks and months passed, and now it was almost second nature to you to just head straight for their locker room. In a sense, you'd sort of unofficially taken Giovanni's place.

Unofficially.

Until the day you found a small black bag resting in your new locker (the writing on the tag easily identifiable to you as the Ring General's handwriting), which held a fitted t-shirt in your size with the classic Imperium logo on the front, and the sight brought a wide smile to your face.

You were now one of them. Accepted, fully welcomed into the fray.

A member of Imperium.

His aura had intensified since winning the World Heavyweight Championship at SummerSlam, that much was for certain. His suits were nicer. His moves in the ring were even more scathing and hard-hitting. His promos to his opponents were even more confident than before, if that was even possible. He played the part of the dominant, near invincible Heel so beautifully. So flawlessly.

However, something felt off. A foreign sensation of sorts, bubbling slowly to the surface, seeping through the cracks of his near perfect persona, bit by excruciating bit. Slowly at first, sporadically, almost; it came off as more of a fleeting glimpse of something off in his eyes, only for it to disappear before you could really put your finger on what it was. You'd tried to ignore it as much as possible- Gunther was a grown man, after all, mentally and physically stronger than almost anyone you've come to know in your entire life. He was quite possibly the last person you or anyone would expect to dwell on any matter he would deem even remotely trivial, brushing it off and gong about his business as per usual.

But it kept happening. And you finally figured out what it was.

It started with Damian. Then it was Finn Balor. Making snide comments about his reign, whether out of jealousy or anger you couldn't place right away. And now, along with them, came Sami Zayn- the man who had dethroned the Ring General of the Intercontinental Championship at the last WrestleMania, now setting his sights back on him to take his current title away. Understandably so, Gunther had denied him a match- compared to his last few opponents he feuded with, Sami wasn't quite at the level of World Champion material in his eyes, and he wanted to fight the best the company had to offer in order to make the prize he held stay as prestigious as possible. But the Canadian didn't seem to agree, and since then, had been confronting the leader of Imperium on a regular basis. Besmirching his name. Calling him a coward. Calling him soft. All in an attempt to throw him off and plant seeds of doubt in his mind.

And you couldn't believe that somehow... it was actually working.

The fact that words from people who had either never beaten him or only had one lucky victory over him had begun to affect him this way completely boggled your mind. Someone of Gunther's caliber believing he was losing his edge, becoming afraid of losing what he earned and cherished to someone so far beneath him skill-wise? That didn't seem even remotely possible. But it was happening right before your very eyes.

What was even stranger was the fact that you were actually quite worried about him.

You'd mentioned this to Ludwig one Monday night while the two of you were sitting at a farther back table in the catering area, drumming your fingers on the polished wood as you spoke. "I just don't understand it," Voice low so that as little attention as possible was brought to you, the words tumbled from your lips as you rested your chin on top of your hands. "Es ist verrückt, Kaiser. In all my years of seeing his matches and knowing what kind of wrestler he is- what kind of man he is- this shouldn't be a thing."

"It's definitely out of character for him," He nodded in agreement, leaning back slightly in his chair. "I've tried to find a proper time to bring it up, but with how busy all of us are, it hasn't been easy. Plus, with how the situation is, I somehow wouldn't doubt him shutting that topic down around me." With a small flourish, the German man pulled his jacket off from the back of his seat as he stood. "It seems to be bothering you as well... if you said something to him, perhaps he might make an exception for you?"

Stopping mid-bite of a strawberry, you looked at him with a mildly shocked expression before it shifted to one of almost sarcastic disbelief, swallowing the small piece of fruit before replying. "Oh, sure, vent your issues to the new Imperium member who he's only talked to on a regular basis for maybe five months versus your best friend who you've been almost like brothers with since 2008," your comment allowed Ludwig to crack a smile. "Somehow I have a hard time believing that interaction will turn out how you think it will."

He chuckled, patting your shoulder as he walked past you. "Call it a hunch," You scoffed lightly in good-natured dismissal, but before he left and bid you farewell for the moment, he leaned in closer to you to add on to his previous statement in a whisper. "Besides, I believe it could do the both of you some good."

You said nothing. You didn't need to; even though no response followed your friend's words, he knew the thought that simmered at the back of your mind.

Deep down, you hoped he was right.

WWE had revived Saturday Night's Main Event for the first time in almost fifteen years, and Gunther was scheduled to defend his championship against not only Damian Priest (for the second time), but also Finn Balor, who had weaseled his way into the match by proxy of his own rivalry with the Archer of Infamy. During this whole debacle, the Ring General had been almost closed off in a sense, not really speaking much to anyone unless it was absolutely necessary. While still walking tall, you could tell he was masking something, and it made your heart ache for him- and you made it a goal that night to be there for him. While you weren't on the event card, he and Kaiser were, so you obviously showed up to support your teammates and friends despite the sting of the cold December winter.

And one of them was in a definite, desperate need of support. Even if he didn't say it.

You headed down the hallway back towards Imperium's locker room, sporting a form-fitting, lantern-sleeved ivory blouse and lace-up black leggings, your ankle-high boots clacking softly against the floor as you walked. A small water bottle in one hand and a yogurt cup in the other, you slowly pushed the door back open, expecting to find the room empty as it had been when you left a few minutes prior- but were met with the sight of the leader of your new faction, dressed in that familiar beautiful deep blue trench coat as he slowly paced back and forth in a small line some feet away from the lockers. Hands behind his back, expression neutral despite his slightly pursed lips, head tilted down just enough to where you weren't entirely sure if he was still staring straight ahead or more at the floor. When the door closed behind you, the click of the lock made him stop and look up at you, his eyes meeting yours and causing your stomach do to a flip- even after months had passed, nothing was going to change the effect he had on you.

Nodding at him in silent greeting, you made your way over to the small couch off to the left of the room, sitting down and setting your treat on the table in front of you. Twisting the cap off of your water bottle, you lifted it to your lips to take a quick sip, but paused as you felt the cushions next to you dip slightly, turning to see the Austrian man occupying the seat to your left with his hands on his legs as he let out a low sigh. There wasn't much space between the two of you, maybe about a foot at the very most.

Brushing a strand of hair behind your ear, you focused your gaze on him as your drink remained in your lap. "...Nervous?"

The one-word question left your lips in a soft tone, and when he turned to meet your eyes, he blinked but said nothing. The expression on his face wasn't a glare by any means, but you could tell it wasn't necessarily one of a positive emotion. In response, you shook your head in slight embarrassment, placing the plastic bottle on the table. "Sorry, probably a stupid question to ask considering it's you."

Surprisingly, your words finally allowed a faint smile to cross his face, his shoulders raising and falling slightly as if he had let out a short, silent chuckle. "You're alright," his voice too, was low, the smoothness of it reaching your ears with a pleasant tingle as he spoke your name. "Nervous, no. Frustrated and annoyed, however? Definitely."

It was understandable and completely justified for sure. Even you thought by now that with his skills and prestige, Gunther would be moving up even more and facing opponents more along the lines of Seth Rollins or John Cena, not being forced to defend multiple times against the same two or three people. Still, you gave him a tiny smile and sat somewhat farther back on the couch. "Don't even get me started on those completely stupid comments Sami's been making about you, either. Das kann nicht sein Ernst sein. You, going soft? Ridiculous."

Despite the very well-indicated supportive tone and meaning of your words, you saw the Ring General's eyes gloss over for a split second with an expression akin to reliving a bad memory, and he hesitated to reply back to you.

You noticed the shift in the air immediately, turning back to him and blinking in surprise. "...Gunther," his name left your lips in an almost sad tone of voice, your body turning to face him more fully as your legs still hung over the cushions. "Please don't tell me you actually believe him. Him or anyone else saying those things you know for a fact are completely untrue." In your own bout of frustration, you slapped one of your hands onto your thigh, shaking your head. "How does Sami think that's going to go for him in the long run, anyway? Lying to your face like that? The man is jealous of you and he's still trying to cling onto the victory over you back in April like- like he's entitled to something, now? No!"

One of your hands moved up to rest at the area where his upper arm met his shoulder, secretly relishing the feeling of the soft, thick cotton of his coat under your fingers. "Don't you dare," your voice was close to shaking, your eyes firmly locked onto his hazel orbs with conviction. "Don't believe a single god damn thing they say. They don't know the kind of talent and dedication you have for this sport. You say it yourself all the time-" Your other hand now clasped at his other shoulder. "Die Matte ist Heilig. The Mat is Sacred. You show that with honor and without fail every single time you step foot in that ring. Even when I was opposing you and siding with Ilja throughout our days in NXT, I still knew just how amazing you were- and still are."

Without consciously realizing it, your hands had slipped from his shoulders down to his left hand, taking it within your right and clasping at the back of it with the other one, raising it up to chest level. "Listen to me, Gunther," your previously loud volume had since subsided, not looking away from his face as you spoke and gave his hand a squeeze. "You are one of the most incredible wrestlers alive. Not only in this company, but in the entire world. You're called der Ringgeneral for a reason, and you deserve to be champion- wear both of those titles with pride and prestige. Now go out there, give Priest and Balor what for, and show them and everyone else just why you are the greatest performer to hold the prize they're all vying for." Boldly, you briefly pressed your forehead against his knuckles as you whispered one final sentence, your breath warm against his skin. "Believe in yourself... and even if only once, believe me."

The air surrounding you both wasn't necessarily thick or heavy like how it had been in your previous interactions, but there was still an underlying level of tension present- although now, it was laced with genuine concern and care. In a sense, you'd basically opened your heart to the Austrian about just how much you respected and appreciated him- not only because of the fact that he didn't have very many fans due to his strict, no-nonsense persona, but he didn't have very many true friends, either. It was basically just Kaiser, and now, you. You'd worked your way into his life in more ways than one, and with that declaration of support you had just given him, it was obvious that he'd done the same to you.

This was confirmed by the sight of a genuine smile crossing his face for what was most likely the first time in at least two weeks, his dimples sinking into his cheeks as he exhaled quietly through his nose and allowed his eyes to soften, placing his free hand over one of yours. "...So schön wie du inspirierend bist," he murmured almost uncharacteristically softly as he never averted his gaze from yours. "Jetzt weiß ich genau, was er in dir gesehen hat."

His words, entirely in his native tongue, weren't foreign to you in the slightest; you understood them immediately and your chest felt tight with something warm that gave your stomach butterflies. With a subtle, slow wink at you, he stood up, bringing you up to your feet along with him before bringing your joined hands closer to his face to press a delicate, chaste kiss to your knuckles. "...Then I'd best not disappoint."

You couldn't respond back to him even if you wanted to. Your voice was caught in your throat, your mouth was dry, and you were firmly rooted in place by the firm, yet gentle grip of his hands. Only when he slowly took his free one back to drop it to his side did you finally loosen your own grip on his other and let go yourself, nodding at him in affirmation. After he gave you one last wink and a brief flash of his gleaming white smile, he headed for the door, lingering there for one or two extra seconds to stare at you before he slipped out and began to walk down the hallway towards Gorilla- he didn't notice that you had stepped out into the hall a few seconds after he had left, watching him disappear around the corner with a just barely-there more confident aura in his step once again, and you smiled to yourself, letting out a soft, silent exhale.

And then it hit you.

Realization.

Revelation, even.

That feeling in the back of your neck and in the tips of your fingers; an unfamiliar, but pleasant warmth that you could feel flowing through your veins, sending your blood alight with heat. That sensation of your heart pounding wildly, beating out of your chest in elation and euphoria, but also combined with the sudden urge to cry in overwhelming confusion and overstimulation. It captured you, completely swallowed you whole, consumed your entire state of mind and state of being.

Even as you snuck to Gorilla to watch the Ring General take out both Damian and Finn to retain his championship, the title in mention held high with his confidence returned in full force, that combination of every emotion inside of you only heightened tenfold. And as you pressed a hand over your heart and felt the tears stream down your face, you knew exactly what it was. That thought you had since the first moment you laid eyes on him that you had tried to push to the back of your mind had reared its head once more- and this time, you allowed it to come back. You didn't fight it. Because you knew you could no longer deny it.

It was no longer just a silly little crush. No longer just an infatuation.

You weren't falling little by little anymore.

You had fully fallen in love with Gunther.

-- [1. "Es ist verrückt." - It's crazy/insane.] [2. "Das kann nicht sein Ernst sein." - He can't be serious.] [3. "Die Matte ist Heilig." - The Mat is Sacred.] [4. der Ringgeneral - the Ring General.] [5. "So schön wie du inspirierend bist..." - As beautiful as you are inspiring...] [6. "Jetzt weiß ich genau, was er in dir gesehen hat." - Now I know exactly what he sees/saw in you. || (he, referring to Ilja.)]

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eringobragh420 · 1 day ago

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can we run this outfit back, please?

#damian priest #papi? sorry. papi? sorry. papi? sorry.

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eringobragh420 · 2 days ago

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That was a really decent match!

But I'm sorry there were bits in there that were just a little bit unrealistic for me. JUST ONE EXAMPLE (there are more) is Jey having locked in the sleeper on Cody - but Cody somehow manages to hang on for THAT long and then able to STAND UP carrying Jey on his back and TOSS him out of the ring??! — when GUNTHER tapped out in 3 seconds?? (the disrespect and blatant favoritism) I mean, come on... Make it make sense.

That's all I'm asking. Nothing against these wrestlers. But I'm starting to hate the double standards.

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eringobragh420 · 2 days ago

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Missing punk and his bulge

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eringobragh420 · 2 days ago

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@southerngirl41 omfg ..... I have no thoughts. Empty head. Only Seth Rollins.

There should be a scene in Tangled where Paloma admires Seth 🥵😈

Behind The Scenes at SummerSlam 2017

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eringobragh420 · 2 days ago

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innocence kink

with. CM Punk

→ kinktober masterlist

“Well, look at what we have here,”

He was older, unmistakably seasoned in life, with muscles that filled out his sleeveless tank effortlessly. His arms were strong and defined and the black tee hugged his chest, while his shorts revealed legs that bore just as many tattoos as his arms. Meanwhile you wore the typically innocent schoolgirl outfit. He vowed that he’d teach you some lessons and tricks to keep a man satisfied. It was a bit embarrassing that you’re in college and haven’t had sex yet. You barely partied and you were home every weekend. According to your roommate, you were gonna die a virgin.

He smirked. “Alright, princess, take notes, mental notes, I mean.”

"Okay!"

You were face to face with his member, his thick tip leaking with a liquid ooze. It was a bit clear and you were curious about what it was. Had he already had a—what’s that word? Orgasm.

He motioned for you to come closer with his finger, you obeyed. Taking in the realistic object. Wow, it’s kinda pretty!

“So,” You whispered, leaning close with a curious blink. “I have to put this in my mouth and…” you trailed off.

“Only if you want, baby.” He sighed, his legs spreading.

You swallowed, nodding shyly. “I-I practiced...with the lollipop, like you asked,”

“Thats alright, sweetheart,” he said softly, thumb tracing your hairline. “Take your time.”

You were so clueless. Quickly taking him whole into your mouth before letting out a choking gag, jerking away from him.

“Is that what I taught you?”

“N-”

“Try again. Go.”

You slowly wrapped your lips around his leaking head and slurped. Hmm. It didn’t really have a taste, it almost felt like nothing. Punk coached you as you teased his tip.

He let out a quiet grunt and shifted his body forward, “What you’re tasting is precum. It’s equivalent to when you get wet or aroused, you’re doing good sweetie.”

You swirl your tongue around, feeling more and more of ‘precum’ in your mouth. You didn’t understand how it’s still more? You keep licking it up? You felt his head gently ease your head down, “Breathe through your nose.”

You fought through it, obeying him and you liked it. It felt weird but comfortable? The slight noises Punk made you feel more confident, more relaxed. He grabbed the top of your head, bobbing it. It startled you to say the least, you felt as saliva drooled down your chin and seeped from the corners of your mouth.

"Don't suck, baby... just suck in your cheeks, no, there you go, just like that." He guided you patiently, you felt the warmth of his hand against your jaw as he gently corrected your movements.

You focused, trying to follow his instruction, though the strain of holding your cheeks in was new and a little uncomfortable. Your lips quivered and a slight ache began to build at the edges of your jaw. But you stayed still, just like he asked, waiting for his quiet approval. His gaze stayed locked on you, and the look in his made you want to keep trying to please him.

"Good girl," he murmured.

You squeezed a little tighter, feeling the gentle ache turn into a sharper strain. Your mouth grew tired, and instinctively, you moved your hands to assist, hoping it would ease you. The moment you did, he let out a low, appreciative sound and his legs quivered a bit. Now your mouth was being filled with something, you instinctively swallowed. He pulled your head back, praising you and even asking if you needed some water but you couldn’t hear him. Your eyes remained focused on his dick.

You shifted uncomfortably, hyper aware of the sensation in your panties. The fabric clung to your skin in a way that felt strangely new. Every slight movement reminded you of it.

"Um... Sir? May I... go home now?" You asked, barely lifting your gaze.

He raised an eyebrow, a smirk playing at the corner of his lips. "What's wrong? Did I do something wrong?"

You hesitated, not quite sure how to put it into words. Feeling his eyes on you, you shrugged, your fingers twisting nervously around the hem of your skirt. After a moment, you managed to mumble a half-explanation.

He let out a low, warm laugh as he straightened up and casually brushed himself off. You felt his hand cup against the fabric of your skirt, pressing just enough for you to feel the heat of his palm.

“Don’t worry, baby. That’s our lesson for next week.”

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