#sheamus smut

[andie01writing]

AlphaSmuts F - Friends

One letter per one shot, all smut

Friends– Sometimes they just need a little friends with benefits.

Ft: Sheamus

            “Good episode, Zi.” Sheamus’ text reads.

  “Yeah, right,” I think.  I couldn’t concentrate on my workout for Celtic Warrior Workouts.  My mind wandering as my eyes wander my friends torso.  Thoughts of taking him right there in front of the cameras crossing my mind.  “Yeah, sorry I wasn’t very talkative.  Made you work hard for that one,” I reply.

  “Ya can’t make it too easy for me.”  I can almost hear the man’s chuckle.

  “Talk later?  Got a meet and greet.”

  “Sure.”

Shaking myself as my mind replays the sight of my friend peeling his shirt over his head.  The need to straddle the man and getting my release over and over a constant movie in my head.  “I really need to get laid.”  Pulling myself back together, I make my way to the meeting room, waving at the screams of Zion as I settled in.

            “Someone looks deep in thought.”

I jump at the voice by my ear.  Turning to find Sheamus, his face even with mine as I sit on the equipment box.  “Don’t you usually have two little puppies following you around,” I attempt to smile.

His eyes study me before shifting to stand in front of me.

  “Don’t,” I squeak as his hands hover over my thighs.

  “Everything ok?”  His back meets the wall across from me, his eyes boring into mine.  “This mornin’ was weird but I brushed that off.  Now…” he motions at me vaguely as he trails off.

  “Yeah.”

  “Don’t lie.”

  “I’m…I’m not,” I stutter.

  “I know ya better than that,” he smirks.

  “Do you though,” I attempt another smile.

  “Yes.  I do.”

I open my mouth to respond.

  “Don’t lie to me, Zion.  Please,” he whispers.

  “I’m just all in my head and my hormones are running wild lately.”

He raises his eyebrow at me.

  “Don’t make me say it.”

  “Now I have to hear this.”

  “I’m horny, okay?  I need to get laid and it’s messing with my head.”

  “So, this morning was?”

  “Is nothing I’m going to discuss.  I’m fine,” I slide from the equipment box.  “Or I will be after awhile.  See you around, Shea.”

            A knock at my hotel room door after I step in startles me.  Checking the peephole, I grumble under my breath.  “Yeah, Shea?”

  “Let me in please.”

Cracking the door, “What do you need?”

  “To talk to ya.”

  “About?”

  “Please/”

Opening the door completely, I move into the room.  “If this is about our earlier conversation, I already told you I don’t want to talk about it.”

  “I do.”

  “Well buddy, I don’t care what you want.”

  “Random hookups are dangerous.”

  “Not talking about this.”

  “If you really need…something.  You could take care of it yourself.”

  “One I said I wasn’t talking about this.  And two, I could but…and I’m talking about it…it’s not the same.  The real thing satisfies me for longer.”

  “I can do it.”

  “No, you can’t.”

  “This started this morning with me so I know you find me attractive for some reason.”

  “One, you know you’re attractive to every woman you encounter.  Two, you are not the problem.”

  “What’s that supposed to mean.”

  “It means that you don’t find me attractive, Sheamus,” I snap, moving to the far wall.  “Which is fine under normal circumstances but for what you’re suggesting…not going to work,” I sigh, closing my eyes.  Tears burn behind my lids stubbornly.  Opening them I find Sheamus towering over me, studying my face.  “What?  You gonna argue with me?”

He shakes his head wordlessly.

  “Then can this conversation be over now?”

He shakes his head again, grabbing my wrist gently.

  “What is left to say?”

  “Nothin’,” he mumbles, studying my hand.  Slowly he lowers my hand until it’s pressed against his groin.

I swallow the gasp at what I find there, he strains against his jeans.

  “That’s just from the thought of you beneath me.  Does that feel like I don’t find you attractive?”

I giggle as his eyes close as I run my palm up and down testing his length despite myself.

  “What’s so funny?”

  “It seems that you’re in need of this too,” I whisper.

  “Maybe,” he smirks, his hands coming up to cup my face.  “So we’re in agreement?”

  “I think so,” I smirk.

  “Good,” he sighs, lowering his mouth to mine.

I moan into the kiss, sliding my hand up and under his tee.  My fingers trace the trembling muscles of his torso as his mouth slides to my throat, his fingers fumbling with my skirt.  “Bed?”

He nods, his mouth not stopping their work of nipping at the skin.  My skirt finally releasing its hold on me.  Finally breaking from my skin, he glances down.  “I knew it,” he smirks.  “You don’t wear any panties.”

  “Just with these skirts.  Too tight.  Don’t want to ruin the lines.”

He chuckles, shaking his head before shoving me gently onto the bed.  Slowly lowering himself to his knees between my knees, he looks up at me.  “I’m going to take such good care of you,” he sighs, pressing a soft kiss against my inner thigh.

I run my fingers through his hair.  “I don’t doubt that, Shea.  Now shut up and…” a gasp cuts the end of the sentence as he starts to fuck me with his mouth.

He pulls back to smirk up at me, his thumb pressing against my clit causing me to arch.  “What were ya saying?”

  “Please,” I whimper, trying to grind against his hand.

A groan rumbles through his chest as he dives back in. His tongue alternating between sliding against my clit and tonguing my hole.  “Fuck,” I breathe, tightening my grip in his hair.  An orgasm already starting to build in my body.  “Oh, fuck.  God, Shea.  Fuck,” I snarl as my body begins to shake.

  “Oh darlin’,” he chuckles regaining his feet.  My juices coating his chin  “That was too easy.”  His hands go to the button of his jeans but mine beat him there.  Fumbling with the button with shaky hands I finally get it loose and the denim pushed off his hips.  His cock immediately springing free to stand inches from my mouth.

  “Kettle meet pot,” I smirk.  Closing the distance, I run a flat tongue up his entire length before swirling a pointed tongue around his crown.  He is already leaking precum.  “I amend my earlier statement, you need this just as much as me.”  Hollowing my cheeks, I take as much of him into my mouth as I can before slowly starting to work him.  Each grunt and groan sending heat between my thighs.  His hips start to buck slightly each time I bottom out on him, his breathing becoming more ragged.  “Already,” I smile, popping him from my mouth.

  “Pot meet kettle,” he smirks, pulling me up his body.  His mouth crashing into mine as he pulls my top up and over my head breaking only to remove the cloth completely.  I taste myself as he explores my mouth thoroughly, his hands exploring the rest of my body.  Breaking away, he smiles as he peels his tee over his head.  “I believe this is what got all of this started.”

  “Ass,” I smirk.

  “Not my thing,” he smiles, gripping my ass.  “I prefer other places to stick my cock.”  Lifting me, he slides said appendage deeply inside me, pulling a long groan from me.

I drape my arms over his shoulders allowing him to slide my body up and down his cock.  “Seems like a good place,” I pant.  He methodically fucks up into me bringing me to the edge with no relief over and over.  I try to move against him but his tight grip on my hips keep me at his pace.  Leaning forward, I mouth over his pec.  “Come on, Shea.  I know you got more than that.  Didn’t you say something about me beneath you?  I bet you could fuck me through the mattress,” I purr, pulling his mouth down to mine.  His knees seem to give out on him as we crash to the mattress.  His hips snapping harshly.  “That’s it, Big Man.  Show me what you really got,” I purr against his ear.  “Oh yeah,” I groan as he fucks me harder.  My nails digging into the back of his scalp.  “That’s it Shea.  Yes.  That’s it.”  I arch against him, my breast brushing against his torso with each movement sending electric tingles through my body.  “Fuck,” I yelp as he adjust his hips to hit even deeper.  “God, you feel so good.  Fuck.  Fuck.  Don’t stop.  Please.  Please.”

  “Not gonna,” he growls, burying his face into my neck.  The vibrations setting my on fire, the only cool spots are the wet spots left behind by his mouth.  “Gonna cum for me Darlin’?”  Another growl as I slide my nails down his back.

I nod wildly as I feel myself tightening in preparation for my orgasm.

  “Good girl,” he states as his lips wrap around my nipple.

I see sparks as that pushes me over the edge finally.

  “Mmmmm,” he hums as he fucks me through my orgasm.  “Feel better?”

  “Not til you cum too,” I mumble weakly.  “Don’t stop on my account.  You need this too.  What do you need?”

  “You sure?”

I nod.  “Just tell me.”

His hips begin with a fast and harsh rhythm.  Aftershocks rocking my body with each meeting of our hips.  He groans with each spasm of my pussy around him.

  “What do you need, Big Man,” I purr.

  “Can you….Can you…” he thrusts his chest at me.

  “This,” I ask mouthing over his pec again.

He nods wildly, rolling his hips.

  “Do you want this,” I ask, flicking a pointed tongue over his nipple.

He shakes his head, breathing raggedly.

  “What about…” I sink my teeth into the muscle.

He cries out, his hips stuttering, cock twitching inside me.

  “Good?”

He nods, smiling tiredly.

  “Do you feel better?” I grin.

  “Yes,” he breathes.  “What about ya?”

  “I’m great.”

He rolls to my side.  “Is that a problem?” He motions to my lower half and I can feel the trickle from me.

Raising an arm, “I’m good for ten years.  So other than the wet spot.” I smile.  “Good.”

  “We good,” he mumbles, sitting up.

I raise up to wrap my arms around him from behind, my chin rest on his shoulder.  “We’re great.  Unless you think otherwise.  Sex changes relationships.  I don’t want it to change ours.”

  “We’re good,” he chuckles, standing.  “Except one thing.”

I raise an eyebrow at him as he tucks himself back into his jeans.

  “If you need that again, don’t run away from me.”

  “Deal.  If you need me also, you know where to find me.”

  “Deal,” he grins.  Glancing down at his chest, “That’s going to be a problem in the ring.”

  “Gotta wrestle in a shirt for a while,” I chuckle, standing.  “I gotta clean up and get some sleep.  Thank you, Shea.”

  “See you around, Zi.”

[dirtywrestling]

Hateful Lovers - Pete Dunn (18+)

Pairing: Pete Dunne x Female!Reader

Summary: You can't stand Pete and Pete can't stand you. What happens when you two are booked in the same hotel room together for one night?

Warnings: 18+, Enemies to Lovers, Reader is a tease, Pete lowkey an ass, Cussing, Cream pie, Smut, Minors DNI

Word Count: 4,995

Based On: This Imagine

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Your back collided with the tough mat as Bailey gave you a Russian leg sweep, the breath knocking out of your lungs. “You forgot to exhale.” Bayley pointed out as she noticed the sharp exhale noise you did. 

“I’m fine.” You called out to her as Bayley started to get up, she grabbed you by the hair, getting you onto your feet.

Bayley grabbed your left forearm, pushing you back towards the ropes to give you an irish whip. As you were being thrown away from the ropes and towards the other side, you heard the heavy entrance door shut, echoing throughout the arena. Too much in your mind you hit the ropes and rushed towards Bayley, giving her a shoulder tackle. 

Bayley’s back collided with the mat as she took the bump. “Oh yeah, she doesn’t want any of this!” You cockily said to the invisible fans trying to rile ‘them’ up but it was mostly for your entertainment. 

Since it was a Thursday evening and tomorrow night for Smackdown was in Tampa, Florida you decided to come a day early and train at the performance center. Thankfully one of your favorite people to work with, Bayley also had the same intention and you both started a practice match right away.

Bayley was selling her back from the shoulder tackle, you rushed towards the ropes, as she slid towards you, on her stomach, you jumped over her and rushed towards the other side. “Hip toss!” Bayley shouted out as you see her already on her feet ready for your attack. Connecting arms, you slightly jumped on the ball of your feet and did a front bump.

“That was dog shit!” A gruff English accent shouted, looking over at the side of the ring you scrunch your nose at the sight of Pete Dunne, leaning against the ring. “My grandma can take a better hip toss.” Pete scuffed.

You remember hearing the door to the building shut but didn’t know who entered, sadly it was your worst enemy, Pete Dunne. You don’t understand what you said or did to this fellow but ever since the first week being with the company had nothing nice to say to you. “Get out of here Pete, you sewer rat!” You barked, trying to focus on what to do next with Bayley. 

“I’ll get out of here once I’m done with training, how about you hurry up and get out of here.” Pete crossed his arms, watching as Bayley wrenched on your arm. Doing a backroll with Bayley still attached to your arm, you started to hit her with forearms from your right arm until she let go. As Bayley stumbled back to catch her breath, you whipped yourself around, staring down at Pete as you leaned over the time rope. 

“How about you go take a shower, it looks like you haven’t bathed in a week.” 

“Sadly no hot water in the sewers.” Pete teased with a smirk, his eyes drifting behind you. 

Feeling Bayley arm wrap around you, grabbing your wrist she pulled you into a ripcord, now facing her she wrapped her arms around your body and gave you her finisher, Bayley to Belly. You grunted as you went down on the mat and she covered you.

“One, two, three!” Pete said fast and slapping his hand on the mat even faster. You kicked out at ‘three’ only for Pete to intimidate the bell. “You lose, you suck, now leave. Sheamus and I want to practice.” 

You laid there as Bayley pulled away and now was resting on her knees as she looked down at you. “You okay?” She asked for the second time during the practice match. 

Your eyes stung, you couldn’t tell if it was from sweat getting into them or if you were crying. Pete’s words blow at your confidence in the ring and now you are nervous that you’ll have two left feet for tomorrow night or even worse, forget your spots. 

The sound of Pete’s large hand slapping against the mat echoed throughout the room, making you jump slightly. “Come on ladies, move!” Pete yelled as he jumped on the side of the ring, wiping his shoes before entering between the ropes. 

“Come on, let's go get some lunch.” Bayley said as she stood up on her feet and extended her hand for you to take. Reaching for her, you cupped your hand into hers as she pulled you up on your feet and guided you to the other side of the ring to leave. “You’re a dickhead, Dunne.”

You and Bayley exited from the ring and headed towards your bags. “Hey now, it’s not my fault Y/N is terrible in the ring.” Pete said, leaning against the top rope, watching as you packed your items. “Right, Y/N?” 

You didn’t say anything as you threw over a sweatshirt and pulled over the hoodie so you could shield yourself from Pete’s cruel words. “Right, Y/N?” Pete asked once more, sounding a bit sad that you wouldn’t respond to him. “Y/N?” Pete called out once more as you threw your gym back over your shoulder and made your way towards the exit.

“Try not to scare off Sheamus with your rudeness, Pete.” Bayley said as Sheamus walked up the ring steps.

“Huh?” Sheamus asked in pure confusion as he missed the whole situation unfold due to getting his workout clothes on. Sheamus didn’t miss the way Bayley glared at the Brit and neither did Pete. Sheamus shook his head after seeing you and Bayley leave. “Bro, you’re going to ruin your chance with her.”

“Shut up and wrestle me.” Pete snapped, not wanting to talk about his consequences. 

Your mind was boggled while your eyes were in a daze, staring up at the bright stadium lights blooming down on you. ‘What the fuck happened? What was the spot? What did I do? Where are we in the match?’

All these thoughts rushed into your mind all at once until you noticed paramedics sliding in the ring next to you. “Y/N, Y/N. Can you hear me?” A male said.

“Hmm.” You mumbled, blinking a few times trying to slowly sit up. 

“Woah, woah, wait. You might have a concussion. Hold on.” The paramedic examined your eyes as you were squinting from the light behind him. “Okay, we’re going to get you up. Alright?” 

“Yeah.” Your voice was soft and your headache but you slowly started to remember what happened as you looked around, the crowd almost silent until you got onto your feet. They cheered as you stood on your own, a bit wobbly. Some fans were in near tears thinking you actually got hurt, thinking it was all a part of the show. But, you really did get hurt. 

“B- Bayley, where’s Bayley?” You asked, looking around while the two paramedics helped you through the ropes and out of the ring. 

“She’s backstage.” The blonde paramedic said as he helped you up the long ramp and back behind the curtains. 

“Christ, Y/N are you okay?” Bayley asked, rushing towards you and giving you a big hug. You winced making her back away. 

“I’m- I’m fine.” You said, ignoring the pounding feeling in your head and the pain in your neck.

“What the hell happened out there?” Bayley asked. “It was like you forgot the spot we did and I nearly knocked you out.” Bayley frowned.

Your eyes cast upon the tile floor as your mouth became dry. “I did.” You finally looked up at her with a frown. “I did forget my spot. I don’t know what happened, it was like I was too much in my own head and well I just froze.” You frowned not knowing what happened. Something caught your eyes behind Bayley, in the distance. 

Your eyebrows furrowed as you saw Pete Dunne in the background, his brown eyes stared at you while his tag team partners were talking about tonight's match. The look on Pete’s face had your stomach in knots, it looked as if he had guilt written all over him. You felt your face heat up, this man was the reason why you became anxious in the ring. He made you second guess yourself when doing moves all because he criticized you during all of your practice matches.

You balled your hands into tight fists that your nails dug into your palm, you were about to take a step towards him to confront him but Bayley stopped you in your tracks.

“Don’t do it, he’s not worth it.” She said, wrapping her arm over your shoulder and guiding you away from the group. You looked over your shoulder to give Pete one last glance only to see his sad puppy dog eyes were staring at the floor as if he was second guessing himself.

The city lights were bright and beautiful in the night sky. Your head rested against the cool window as you watched the building pass by as you sat in the back of some strangers' car. You weren’t big on uber drivers especially being alone and late at night, but you wanted to get the hell out of that arena, you wanted to be alone. Plus, it wasn’t like any car dealerships were open so you could rent one. 

As your eyes were slowly becoming heavy and the comfortable coolness of the window slowly drifted to sleep before the car came to a stop. “We’re here.” The driver said with a smile. 

Jerking your body away from the window, you sniffed slightly and rubbed your eyes. Looking out to make sure it was your hotel you gathered your items. “Thank you, I’ll leave you a five star review.” 

“I appreciate that, thank you!” The driver named Jacob, or Jake, you couldn’t really remember, spoke to you. Exiting out of the car you threw your bag over your shoulder. As your uber drove away, another SUV took its place, pulling up behind you. Paying no mind to it, you walked inside, squinting at the fluorescent lights beaming brightly in the lobby. 

Blinking a few times, your eyes adjusted to the brightness as you approached a woman smiling at you with a neatly pressed uniform on. “Hi! Do you have a reserved room?” 

“Huh, no actually I was hoping you guys had extra rooms left?” You wanted to face palm for not ordering the room in advance but you were busy with other things such as training, exploring the city and even running into a few fans while doing so. 

You watched as the woman typed on the computer. The more she scrolled through whatever page she was looking at the more you worried they were out of rooms. The weight of your back was starting to kill your shoulders and you wished something would pop up soon before your lower back and shoulders gave out. As you were about to call it quits and find another hotel the woman smiled and looked at you. “It looks like someone just canceled their reservation. I have a bed for the night.” 

A sigh of relief exhaled your breath as your tired eyes were begging for sleep and your body begging for a hot shower. “Yes please, I’ll take it.”

“Aye, wait!” A thick British accent erupted behind you. “I need a room too! Don’t you dare tell me you’re getting the last room, Y/N.” 

You cringed behind you hearing Pete’s voice shout in your ear, you wanted to spin around and smack him for causing you a headache but you withheld yourself. “I’m sorry sir, but she was here first and got the last room.” The worker informed Pete. 

“Nuh-Huh, I am not paying for another uber to drive me to another hotel.” Pete’s voice was now echoing throughout the lobby and the last thing you needed was someone recording his little tantrum. “I’m crashing with her.”

“Oh the fuck you are!” You hissed towards the male. “You are not sleeping in the same room as me.” You argued back. 

“I am not going anywhere until I get that fucking room key.” Pete stared down at you, his dark brown eyes staring into you. He was tired as well, the dark circles under his eyes were heavy and you could tell not only was he tired but cranky. 

“If you two can’t come to an agreement I need you both to leave or I’ll call the cops.” The woman said with a shaky voice, obviously uncomfortable with the yelling. You gritted your teeth knowing the only way you were getting that room was if Pete was too. 

“I’ll even pay.”

“I can pay for myself.” You spat at him.

“Really? Last time I checked your sales were down and you weren’t getting shit in your paychecks.” Pete smirked down at you as you looked away. You hated that somehow someone leaked your rating of merch sales. 

“Fine.” You stepped away from the counter for Pete to pay for the room as you headed towards the elevator, not wanting to be around him. Pete pulled out his wallet and handed the woman his credit card as she swiped it for payment in exchange for the room key.

You huffed with an eye roll as you watched Pete stroll towards you with a cocky smirk on his face. “Since I paid for the room, I got the bed.” He pressed the up button for the elevator. 

Your jaw dropped at his words. “Oh hell no I fucked my neck up during the match tonight. I am not sleeping on the floor.” You stomped your foot against the marble flooring like a child. 

The elevator dinged and the doors slid open, Pete walked in first and pressed the button for what floor our room was on. “Well, I’m not sleeping on the floor.” Pete chuckled. “Guess we’ll share the bed or you can sleep in the bathtub, you’re choice.” Pete shrugged watching you slip in the elevator right before the doors closed.

“Whatever.” You mumbled, wrapping your arms around your aching body, you held yourself tight as you watched the numbers climb up and stop at the fourth floor. As the doors opened you followed Pete down the hallway towards the room. Not saying a word to him, you watched as he swiped the card and opened the door. 

Looking inside you saw it was a pretty standard hotel room. One queen size bed in the middle of the room, there was a dresser and the television on top of it. The mini fridge was tucked in the corner with a microwave on top. “Cozy.” Pete hummed, placing his bag on top of the bed and digging through it. 

You placed your bag on the other side of the bed, which faced the AC. “Nuh-Huh, I paid for it so I get the AC side.” Pete said. 

Rolling your eyes, you didn’t fight with the Brit, grabbing your bag you tossed it to the other side of the bed, rounding the foot of the bed you went on your side and went back to digging through the duffle. Gathering your pajamas you went towards the bathroom to shower. Shutting and locking the door you exhaled a tiring breath. 

Just one night, you can do this for one night. Is what you yourself as you look at your reflection in the mirror. 

Sighing softly you exit the bathroom fully clean in a fresh pair of pajamas. You rubbed the towel against your damp hair to collect any more of the water as you walked back to the bed. You froze seeing Pete laying on top of the covers flipping through the channels on the television. “What the hell do you think you’re doing?” You choked out, looking away from him.

“Watching tv?” Pete raised an eyebrow towards me. 

“Where are your pajamas?” You shouted, still shielding your eyes away from Pete who was only in his boxers. 

“I’m wearing them.”

“No! You’re wearing boxers, where is your shirt and pants?” 

“I get hot when I sleep, you’re fine. We basically wear nothing when we wrestle anyways.” Pete pointed out. 

Groaning, you looked to see that he was now under the blanket. Moving towards the bed you pulled back the covers and got under them, laying on the soft mattress. “You better stay on your side.” You demanded, laying on the other side of the bed, nearly hanging off.

“With pleasure.” Pete grumbled as he shut the television off and rolled over, the room was eerily dark and the only thing to be heard with Pete’s shallow breaths as you slowly fell asleep.

Your body was fuming like a furnace, uncomfortably hot and slightly sweaty. Your eyes still shut as you were partially asleep until you tried to move but a large arm was wrapped around your waist. Sighing softly, you relaxed into the pillow and were about to drift off fully to sleep until you remembered where you were and who you were with.

Your eyes snapped open. Darkness filled the room, looking towards the nightstand the red lines of the clock showed it being 2:33am. Pete’s arm still wrapped around your waist in a tight hug, you tried wiggling away from him but you were already so close to the edge. Freezing when you heard Pete grumbling in his sleep, you didn’t want to wake him. He was already so crabby when he was awake you didn’t want to know what he was like when being forced out of his sleep.

A silent squeal escaped your lips as Pete pulled your body closer to his, your back flushed against his bare chest. You felt your face heat up and your body becoming warmer. This man’s body temperature was built differently as if he could survive the winter with no coat or jacket. You exhaled a slow breath, grabbing his wrist you tried pulling his arm off of you but in that moment Pete scooted closer to you making you freeze.

That’s when you felt it. The rigid hardness against your cheeks through your thin pajama bottoms. Pete’s hard cock grinds against your ass, a soft moan escaping Pete’s throat in his sleep. You quickly pushed Pete away from you harshly, gagging loudly. 

Pete snored, jolting awake his heavy eyelids opening in alert manner as he scanned the room. “Wh- What? What!” Pete shouted as he noticed you gagging and now standing by the side of the bed. “What the fuck, Y/N! I’m sleeping!” 

“Why are you hard?” You shouted at him. 

Pete took a moment to hear your words. “What? I’m not!” Pete said, hold the blanket closer to his form. 

“Yes you are! You were cuddling me and I felt your boner against my ass!” You felt the need to rush to the bathroom to take another hot shower and scrub your body.

“Why were you letting me cuddle you!” Pete argued back. 

“What- What do you mean! I was asleep and when I woke up you were cuddling me! I didn’t force you to cuddle me!” You yelled back at him.

“I’m a cuddler! I cuddle in my sleep! I’m sorry!” Pete said aggressively but he meant his apology. “Just come back to bed and go to sleep, we have to get up in a few hours.” Pete dug himself back into the mattress and pulled the blanket closer to him.

“You expect me to sleep in the same bed with you while you have a boner?” Your eyes darted towards the blanket where he was pitching a tent and back up to his face.

“Well, I can’t really get rid of it right now, now can I?” Pete hissed as he rolled over, his back facing you. 

You swallowed, slowly you climbed back into the bed, the mattress dipping with your weight now being on it as you pulled the covers up, you stared at the ceiling. “So, like, does it hurt?”

“What?”

“Your boner, does it hurt?”

There was a silent pause for a few seconds before Pete spoke again. “I mean, it doesn’t hurt like painfully but it’s annoying. Why do you want to help me get rid of it?” Pete threw in a bit of sassiness into the question but there was that long pause waiting for you to reply.” 

“If you want me to.” 

“What?” Pete asked again.

“I said if you want me to.”

“Shut the fuck up and go to bed, Y/N.”

You felt the covers being pulled more towards Pete as he held them closer to himself. “No, I mean it. I mean I don’t like you and I know you don’t like me but I’m not going to let you suffer in pain.”

Pete rolled over, his back on the mattress as he now was in the same position as you. “One, I’m not in pain and two, I don’t… Not like you.” Pete said. “You’re annoying, okay? But I don’t… Hate you, I mean you get on my nerves but I don’t hate you.”

“But you’re always so mean to me.” You frowned, looking at him.

Pete turned his head and looked at you with a shrug. “I’m British.” He laughed. “Well, if you’d really like to help me, it has been awhile since a tight cunt has been around my cock.” 

You felt your cheeks burn at how he spoke cooly about not having sex in a while. “Maybe I changed my mind.” 

“Don’t tease me girl, my cock is aching to be touched.” Pete whispered only for you to giggle, hearing him beg sounded different from Pete when he wasn’t yelling at you in the ring. 

In a swift motion, you were on top of him, straddling his lap, pinning his cock against his toned stomach. Pete hissed softly at the feeling of your weight pinning him. “Thatt’a girl.” Pete hummed, his hands going to your waist, massaging it. 

Slowly grinding your hips against him, you let out a soft moan as your clothed clit grinds against his cock. “Fuck.” Pete sighed, tilting his head back. 

Looking down at the motions of your hips you saw Pete’s pre-come already staining his boxers. “Someone’s eager.” 

“Shut up.” Pete bit back slightly with a blush upon his face. 

“It’s cute.” You hummed, raising yourself up you pulled his tight boxers down his thighs, exposing his thickness. You admired how it bounced out of the confinement of his boxers and twitched freely, begging to be touched again. You awkwardly kicked off your pajama pants and tossed them to the side, now straddling Pete once more but with panties on. 

Grinding against him once again, the fabric of your thong grazed against his growing cock with each movement. “Hmm.” Pete hummed deeply. “Need you, now.” He moaned. 

“Say please.” You smiled, it wasn’t everyday you see Pete Dunne begging.

 “Baby, please.” Pete sucked in a breath as your movements went slower against his cock. “Y/N, please ride me.” Pete swallowed thickly as his voice was hoarse. “Need your tight pussy around me, make me feel good.”

Your stomach clenched hearing Pete whine and beg for you to fuck him, to give him the relief that he so needs. “Well,” You placed your hand upon his chest and slowly dragged it down, you could feel his skin break out in goosebumps. “Since you’ve asked so nicely.” You raised yourself up once more and pushed aside your soaked panties and slowly grind your bareness against Pete’s cock, rubbing your juices against him. 

Pete shivered at your actions, his dark lustful brown eyes watching your every move, a soft groan escaped his lips as you grabbed his thick cock. “Is this what you wanted?” You asked, slowly placing the tip in between your lips. 

“Y- Yes, fuck yes please.” Pete panted heavily as his cock twitched in between your folds as your pussy slowly swallowed him as you sunk yourself down. “Oh, fuck.” Pete sang as he was buried deep inside of you. “You fucking feel fantastic.” Pete sighed, his eyes fluttering shut. 

You let out  a soft sigh as Pete was stretching your walls to a perfect meter. “Hmm, you feel good too.” You gave him a wolfish grin, rolling your hips Pete sucked in a breath. 

“Fuck, if you keep doing that you’re gonna make me come.” Pete whimpered out.

“That’s the plan.” You snickered as you started to slowly rise yourself up, you sunk back down doing this motion repeatedly and started to pick up momentum. Soon you were slamming yourself down Pete’s cock, choked moans left the both of you as you were fucking yourself on him. “Fuck, Pete!” You cried out as your walls tightened around his thickness, your creamy juices dripping down his heavy sac and onto the bed sheets. 

“Shit, Y/N. You’re fucking sucking me in deep, princess.” Pete moaned, planting his feet on the mattress, he gripped your waist and started to pound up into you. Your jaw dropped slightly as his cock head was hitting all the right spots. “Fuck, yes, yes fucking take this cock!” Pete sobbed as his cock kept pushing further inside of you, his balls slapped against your skin, echoing throughout the room. “Fuck, almost yes, almost there, that’s it. Y/N, fuck, gonna take my come baby? You’re gonna fucking take it!” Pete’s cock twitched harshly inside of you, hinting to you that he was close to his orgasm.

“What- What the fuck?” Pete asked as you pinned his waist down to the mattress. “Y/N? What the fuck, I was about to come.” Pete panted, sweat forming on his brow as he scrunched them in confusion.

“Well, Pete since you’ve done nothing but torment me since I’ve been in the company. I think it’s time for payback.” You stopped your movements but Pete’s hard length was still fully inside you.

“No, no, no!” Pete sobbed. “Please, Y/N I’m sorry. I should have never been mean to you, just please, fuck- please let me come inside your sweet pussy.” Pete was begging as if his life depended on it. Pete let out a sob as you squeezed your walls tightly around his thick cock. “Fuckin’ hell! Don’t be a bitch!” Pete sobbed.

“Me, a bitch?” You laughed. “You’ve torched me, Dunne. Got in my head, made me injure myself in a match all because of your cruel words. I think you can let me fucking enjoy this and have you writher underneath me.” 

Pete swallowed thickly, slightly twitching but he nodded in agreement. “Say it.” You said.

“I- I’ll be good.” Pete whispered.

“Say ‘I’ll be a good boy’.” 

“I’ll be a good boy.” Pete corrected himself. “I’ll be a good boy for you, Y/N.” Pete shivered underneath you, his cock still hard in your tight channel. 

“Good boy.” You smiled down at him as you slowly started to rock your hips against him, grinding at your own pace. “Hmm, I have to say, Pete. You have an impressive cock.” You moaned as you bounced your ass back down on him.

“T- Thank you, thank you, Y/N.” Pete’s cock twitched inside of you. “I- I don’t know if I can hold back any longer.” Pete whimpered. The sucktion of your wet cunt had his cock aching and begging to release his seed. 

“Shh, just a little longer. I like the feeling of your thick dick inside of me.” You let out a cute little moan that made Pete twitch again, driving him crazy. “I’ve thought about you a few times.” You slid back down on his cock, going back up, his cock nearly exiting out of your fucked pussy but you pushed back down, moaning.

“Y- Yeah?” Pete choked, watching your movements with hooded eyes. “Like how?” His hands still gripping your waist but never trying to make you move faster.

“Slowly riding you like this, taking you in the ring during practice matches, fucking you backstage.” You shrugged as if it wasn’t a big deal. “Daydreaming of you making a mess of me, stuff like that.” 

“I- I can do that.” Pete gripped your waist, nails digging into your flesh.

“I know you will and we’re gonna.” You started to pick up the pace once more, the sweet sound of his dick entering your wet pussy echoed off the hotel room walls. “And we’re going to start by you coming deep inside of me.” You moaned, gripping his chest, you raked your nails down his bare skin making Pete hiss in agony and pain but he didn’t dare complain because he didn’t want you to stop. 

“Come in me Pete, come deep inside of me.” You moaned as you slammed down on his cock, the bed shaking underneath the both of you as you fucked yourself harder on him. 

Pete’s eyes rolled in the back of his head as the sweet taste of relief started to climb higher. “Oh- Oh fuck, oh god- Y/N. Fuck! Take it, take it baby!” Pete cried.

Gasping loudly you felt his hot seed explode inside of you as you chased your own orgasm, your vision blurred as you screamed Pete’s name, still bouncing on his cock while you rode out your high. “Oh Petey, fuck!” Shivering, it felt like lightning bolts shot up your back at the overdosing feeling of Pete’s come painting your insides. You both exhaled a breath and you slowly rolled off of him, nuzzling against his naked body. 

A comfortable silence formed between the two of you. You could feel yourself slowly fall asleep until Pete said something.

“You know, maybe you are good at something.”

“Is that something being your cock warmer?”

“You’re gonna get me riled up again, doll.” Pete growled as he pulled you closer to his form and kissed the top of your head. “But yes.”

Pete Dunne's Masterlist

[itjazzbicch]

Small Confessions

Pairing:  Drew McIntyre x Fem Reader 

Summary: The reader, being long-time friends with Drew McIntyre and Sheamus, is hurt deeply by their fighting, trying to remind them of their friendship just to be shut down and more hurt by Sheamus, walking off before Drew can step in. So, Drew visits her at home, reminding her that they are best friends, and ends up sharing a small confession with her…

Warnings: SMUT! (18+ ONLY!) (Drinking, Swearing, Hairpulling, bit of rough sex, creampie)

Word Count: 2.2k 

Tag List: @demonqueen29 @peachy-satan00 @new-zealand-chic  @crowleysqueenofhell @unoficialy-married-to-ace-austin @thatpanpal @damnnhausen @irish-newzealand-idian-dutch @linziland13 @xxx-jazz-xxx @writtingrose @cuzimacomedian @april-jeanette-wagner @starwithaheart @seeingstarks

I DO NOT OWN THIS GIF:   

"Drew! Sheamus!"

Why did Adam Pearce even bother anymore? It's been how long that Drew and Sheamus have been fighting non-stop, anywhere, any time.

Deep inside, it did pain me because once upon a time, we were a trio of true friends with big dreams that we all got to accomplish together. Now, this? Just constant fighting? They must've forgotten that I was still here.

"Sorry they're like this Adam," I sighed, marching over and yanking Drew by the hair, Sheamus by the ear, yelling, "Don't you two ever get sick of fighting one another?!"

Adam was watching in shock, wishing he came to me a long time ago as I clanked their heads together hard, then tossed them to the floor on their butts.

"What happened to being best friends, no matter what?" I snapped, looking between the two groaning and rubbing their heads, "Going from nothing to something together! What happened to it? Now, you two fight and bicker like little kids! Get a grip. It's already bad enough that you two almost lost your Money in The Bank spots! Just cut it out, for the love of Pete!"

"Oh, don't ya start ya stuff, Y/N!" Sheamus rose to his first, scoffing at me, "This doesn't concern you, so buzz off!"

"All I want is for us to be friends again, Sheamus," I huffed, letting out emotion, "You just expect me to toss our friendship like trash? Like, how long have we been friends?"

"That's exactly what ya need to do," Sheamus breathed, yelling at me, "It is trash!"

Sheamus's words truly broke my heart into pieces. No matter what happened between the three of us, our friendship still prevailed, and hearing him call it trash, I was defeated. The sadness in my eyes was quite obvious.

For a moment, I didn't realize on my other side that Drew was getting back up, looking even more pissed off, then Adam just had to insert himself:

"Sheamus, you-"

"No, don't." I glared at Adam, having all eyes on me, making sure I glared at Drew and Sheamus too, "I guess I'm not their friend after all. I shouldn't have bothered."

There must've been a scary look on my face because everyone stood still, watching me leave till I was out of sight and not daring to move.

They always say words are just words, but they can truly hurt. Since I wasn't booked, I gladly packed up and went home. Once I was home, that little fight left my mind, and being back home was like normal. I put up all my things, took a shower then slept.

In the morning, it was no different either. Woke up, had a cup of coffee, went to go work out, took a quick shower, started cooking some food and I heard my doorbell ring.

Lucky them, the food I had cooking was done; turning off the stove then headed over and when I opened the door, I found something I didn't expect.

Drew always had the cutest smile that you couldn't look away from, white roses in one arm and a gift bag in another, smiling at me:

"There's my best friend!"

It was so hard for me not to smile, knowing that Drew was a true friend despite his fallout with Sheamus, but I still asked:

"What's this, Drew?"

"I know ya don't want me fighting Sheamus anymore, but I was very ready to claymore him after what he said to you," He began, seeing how it hit him in the heart just like it did to me, "And it literally made me cry when you said that we're not friends anymore. So, I'm here to remind you that unlike that scumbag Sheamus, you are my friend. My best friend."

That put the brightest smile on my face, on top of my favorite flowers, needing to know what was in that bag? How could I be so heartless and deny all of that?

"Drew, you big softy," I smiled, hugging him tightly, "I didn't mean that towards you, really. I know you'll always be my friend."

"Always, Y/N," He laid his head on top of mine, swaying softly and offering, "A game's about to come on. Wanna whip something up and watch it? We can also use your gift."

"Let's do it," I smiled, taking the roses as he stepped in, "What is the gift?"

Drew always knew me well, making me laugh while heading to the kitchen island, whipping out my favorite bottle of whiskey, "Great for a game day."

"Should've known," I laughed, heading over to the window where I kept my flowers, making those gorgeous white roses right at home in a vase, taking a slow breath in to smell, hearing behind me:

"Ooh, steak!"

Turning, there was Drew at the stove, eating the steak that I had prepared in the skillet for the sandwiches I was going to make and enjoying himself.

"Can I even make the sandwiches first, Drew?!" I scolded, shooing him away from the stove, "I just worked out and need the food."

"It's good!" He protested, stealing one more piece, "I can't help it."

Shaking my head at him, I went ahead and began to make our steak and cheese sandwiches, this time he helped rather than eat it all, and got us two glasses of whiskey so we could sit at the television and turn on the football game.

Moments like these were the best. Good food, whiskey, and a very good game. Once our food was gone, we were yelling at the television like crazy, whiskey maybe influencing how loud our voices were, jumping at certain times when our team scored.

"Come on! There ain't much time left!" Drew was literally on the edge of his seat, scoffing when I said:

"I don't know if they're gonna get it!"

"Bet ya fifty bucks?" He offered, positive that they were going to score, both of us standing and I agreed:

"Bet! They're not-"

"HELL YEAH!" Drew jumped for joy as they scored, winning the game, "Where's my money?!"

"Your money?!" I played back, pushing him softly, "I don't owe you shit."

"Ah! Ah! We made a bet and-" He began and just for fun, I used the coffee table as a step stool, jumping up and also pushing it so I could DDT Drew onto the couch cushion, rolling away to laugh:

"And I bet you didn't see that coming!"

I had to hold my stomach from laughing so hard but came to a slow stop when Drew picked his head up, giving me eyes like a tiger, even while playing.

"Now, Drew-" I went to deescalate, but there was no deescalating, taking off the second Drew got to his feet.

"Why are you running, Y/N?!" He began to chase, running around the couch at first, till I started booking it to my bedroom so I could try to hide:

"Running? I'm not running!"

Damn it, he was fast and I ended up squealing super loud when he ran through and tackled me onto the bed, beginning to tickle me and then raid my pockets:

"Ya owe me fifty bucks! Kick it up!"

"Drew, stop!" I laughed even when he wasn't tickling me, "I can't breathe!"

"How ya talking then!" He made us laugh more, to the point where we weren't breathing, collapsing on my chest and slapping the bed.

"They call you a Scottish psychopath, when you're really the Scottish goofball," I breathed in deep, looking to see his messy hair and bright blue eyes connect with mine, getting that serious, psychopathic look he could get, but was still playful:

"Now, you're gonna get the psycho."

I went to gasp but was left breathless when he kissed me, so deep and beginning to press my body into the bed, not expecting this but not letting the moment be wasted, kissing him right back, holding onto his jersey when he started feeling my legs.

"This is my favorite jersey," He looked down at my clenched hand in his shirt, seeing how hard I was gripping, cocking his eyebrow when I suggested:

"Just take it off then."

"Oh yeah?" He snickered, sitting up and taking it off, slow and showing off every muscle in his arms, chest, and core, having me licking and biting at my lower lip, not paying attention till he said, "Like what you see?"

I just nodded softly, fighting the squirm in my hips, but he noticed, sending my heart racing when he put his hands on my knees, spreading my legs out, connecting hips and bringing his chest back to mine, "I can tell."

"You know that I'm a straight-forward person, Drew," I reminded him, softly grinding my hips up to his, "Where are we going to go with this?"

"You know exactly where we're going," He smiled, kissing me again, a lot more impatient and stronger, hands going right for my clothes and I helped, getting down to my panties then going after his pants, but he stood up, doing that for me.

My eyes were so fixed on his marvelous body that it caught me off guard when he yanked me by the ankle, flipping me to my stomach, really turning me on when I felt his hand in my hair.

"Don't think I forgot how you pulled me by the hair on Friday," His laugh was no good, pulling my head back and the other hand pulling my panties off, using his thigh to spread my legs, "Figured I'd return the favor."

"Don't act like you didn't like it," I joked, throwing a sexy smirk back at him, going to back my hips up, but my jaw dropped.

Kneading at the bed softly, I took a deep breath, taking in the feeling of his cock finding its way into me, the way it was splitting me with such strong friction, so warm and creating a wave of fire across my nerves when he pinned his hips to my ass, the tip of his cock as deep as possible, greeting my sweet spot.

I already knew that was the only softness I was going to get, ready to hold onto the blanket as he pulled his hips back, leaving just his tip:

"You're really gonna like it, I know that."

There was a small strain in my throat from the sharp moan jumping out, strong hand yanking my hair, pulling my entire body back onto his cock, hips thrusting hard and about putting me in two, showing me that he didn't like it slow.

Neither did I, slight tears in my eyes from the burn, but the pleasure so good that it had me in a daze already, only straining my voice more with louder moans, his pounding so strong I could feel the ricochet ripple through my body.

"I fucking love it!" I whined hard, pushing my face into the mattress to rest my neck for a moment, walls clenching hard and it was just driving him even more crazy.

"Love it, aye?" He was so proud already, laughing softly at the drool at the side of my mouth when he pulled my head back up, so out of it that I admitted:

"You know how many times I've dreamed about fucking you? Damn, right I love it."

In return, he kissed me with a passionate force, tongue swirling in when I began moaning, because his cock didn't slow for even a second, heart pounding so hard when he bit my lower lips, hand gripped on my hip and pulling back, confessing back:

"Think I haven't about you? I did kiss you first, remember?"

I nodded softly, crying out when he freed my lip, "God, Drew! Keep it like that!"

"Gonna tell me why?"

My body was shaking from how close I was, beginning to pant and it was harder to breathe his hand back in my hair again, not going to get what I wanted till I said it, not like he needed to ask anyhow because before he could say anything again, I gasped hard:

"Because I'm ab-; I'm cuming, Drew! Fuck!"

The only thing keeping me up was his hand, back bending and jerking my hips up toward him, pulling the blanket and sheets, growing weak in the knees when it all hit me, wet slick squirting out and sure making a mess of us as he kept going, groaning and swearing, but loving every moment, spanking my ass and holding on with a few more thrusts beginning to get the better of him.

"Come on, Drew," I looked back, begging due to the good feeling of his cock throbbing, closing my eyes and whining at the overstimulation, "It's just so fucking good."

"Sure the hell is," He breathed in deep, taking my wrists and keeping me pinned down, lifting our hips up just a little and pounding harder than before, having me bury my face to muffle the screams, picking up to get air and gasping at the hot feeling, walls coated in his seed, flooding in deep.

"Oh my god," My head dropped, drained but never feeling so good, slowly following along when he fixed me on the bed properly, laying on my back, huffing:

"Fuck, Y/N."

"You're telling me," I giggled faintly, looking in the corner of my eye to meet his, "Never seen this side of you and fuck."

He found it funny when my eyes rolled back and my head dropped again, not needing the words to know about our little confessions at that moment, but not leaving me hanging either:

"You can see it more if you want to." 

[deepdisireslonging]

Cheek to Cheek

The Reader has a request she’s never asked for. But Roman asks for her, and it makes a fantastic birthday present.

Pairing: Roman Reigns x Reader x Drew McIntyre

Warnings/Promises: food mention, SMUT, oral (female and male receiving), split-roasting, dirty talk

Word Count: 3000

Note: It’s mostly smut. Lovely, filthy, possessive and slightly fluffy smut. Comments and reblogs are appreciated. Enjoy!

You tried to keep Roman from pushing you towards the front door of your house. “Is there a particular reason why you were craving strawberries this morning? I thought it was only the wife who was supposed to get cravings.” With a grunt, you placed your foot on the edge of the porch. “And why that certain store all the way across town?”

Roman scooped you up anyways, taking the fruit out of your hands. “I’ve got a plan, and they’ll be good with something later.” Unlocking the door, he made sure you went through it first.

“Happy Birthday, Y/N!”

You shrieked as your friends and coworkers started to sing the birthday song. Soon you were laughing, lightly punching Roman in the arm. He shrugged, and handed the strawberries off to Naomi, who sat them beside the delectable cake sitting on your kitchen counter.

“Happy Birthday, dear Y/N, happy birthday to you!”

Everything was moving so fast. Ice cream and cake and a few brightly wrapped presents, you welcomed the space of quiet you cut out for yourself on the edge of the party. Some of them, because of the show schedules, you hadn’t seen in a while. I was nice to catch up with them. Others had made similar reconnections. At least one square of cake had flown across your yard, landing perfectly on its target to much cheering and applause. But the alone time in the quiet couldn’t last long.

Roman appeared behind you, wrapping his arms around your waist, and resting his chin on your shoulder. “Did you enjoy your surprise?”

“I did, thank you. But you didn’t have to do all this.” Waving your arm in a circle, you brought attention to the raucous that had become your backyard. If people didn’t keep an eye out, the square of grass was going to turn into a ring requiring a referee.

“Yes, I did. I like surprising you with things.” He kissed your temple, then whispered in your ear. “This isn’t all that I’ve got for you.”

You rolled your eyes. The man never stops. “Oh, I’m sure you do.”

Slightly offended, he sucked his teeth at you. “It won’t be only that.” Pressing his cheek to yours, he guided your eyeline to land on one other person. “I talked to somebody this week about something you’ve been afraid to ask for yourself.”

A gasp ripped through you. It caught the attention of the man you were looking at. That Scottish grin tugged at the side of Drew’s face, and he raised his plate of cake to you. When he winked, you shrank back into Roman’s chest, but he puffed it out. Forcing you to remain in view of the only other man you desired besides Roman.

“You’re not joking, are you?”

Roman kissed your temple again before standing straight. “I never joke when it comes to the needs of my girl.” He nodded over your head at Drew.

Soon you were standing in his shadow, backed up against your lover and husband with nowhere to go. “Happy birthday, Y/N.”

You swallowed thickly. “Th- Thank you.”

“If it’s alright, I’ll see you later to give you your present.”

He was gone, pulled away by Sheamus into a deep soccer discussion before you could squeak out a reply. Roman ran his hands up and down your shoulders. You calmed under his touch. Suddenly, you turned. Grabbing him by his shirt collar, you dragged him down for a kiss.

“Thank you, thank you, thank-“

Roman silenced you with a kiss. “Anything for you.”

Across the yard, Jimmy Uso shouted, “get a room!”

“If you would hurry up and eat your cake, we would have been there by now!” Roman tugged you into his chest to hide your embarrassment, flipping off his cousin while the rest of the party laughed.

{*}

The rest of the celebration went smoothly. It was the first time in a while that you’d been able to relax with your coworkers, many of whom you truly considered your close friends. They trickled out a few at a time and wishing you well.

Soon it was just you, Roman, and Drew.

The second the door shut, they turned and looked at you with equally hungry gazes. Like lions, they followed your retreating steps. Down the hall, bumping into corners, struggling with door handles. Roman pressed up against you, opening the last one into your bedroom when your hands couldn’t manage it in time. He picked you up by your waist, making you yelp. As Drew shut the door behind him, Roman planted you in the center of the room.

“I have to admit,” Drew said, “that I was a bit surprised when Roman came to see me. I didn’t take him for the kind of man to share.” He ignored Roman’s muttered “I don’t,” and started to pace around you. “It’s unfortunate that Roman got to you before I did.” Placing the crook of his finger under your chin, he made you look up into his eyes. “Maybe you wouldn’t be in such a predicament now.”

A warm torso stepped up behind you, trapping you between the two men once again. “Perhaps. But then you’d be in the predicament of having to come to me to ask for this little evening.” Roman ran his fingers through your hair, making your eyes close and your mouth part. He chuckled above you, laughing at how easily you melted under his touch, and at Drew’s shocked face of how little it took to make you moan. He stepped back, making you whine at the loss of his heat. “What can I say? You’ll always be my favorite number two.”

Drew rolled his eyes. “Aw, piss off, Reigns.”

You turned and slapped at Roman’s shoulder. “Could you behave for once?”

“That’s not usually my style.”

“It’s my birthday,” you pouted.

Stepping behind you, Drew wrapped his arms around your shoulders and rested his head to one side, mirroring Roman’s place. “She’s right, Roman. You shouldn’t deny the birthday girl the perfect version of her present.” He kissed the side of your head, making Roman growl.

To calm him, you wrapped your arms around one of Drew’s. “Please, baby? If this is supposed to be my present, can you two get along for a little while?”

That did it. Roman dramatically sighed. “I suppose so.” He snagged your wrist to tugged you out of Drew’s grip. “But you’re my girl, always and forever.”

“Unless she wants more, sometime.”

Roman shot him a glare. You laced your fingers into his. “I’m yours. Always and forever. Thanks for inviting Drew for me.”

“Anything for my girl.”

Drew snorted. “You’ve really got him wrapped around your little finger, don’t you, princess?”

“In about ten minutes,” Roman said, “you’ll probably be in the same position.”

Rolling your eyes, you took both men by the wrist and tugged them towards the bed. You guided each hand to a strap on your dress, then closed your eyes. It made your skin hot that you could tell their touches apart despite them moving in confusing patterns. One dipped under the front neckline to run his fingers over your breasts. The other reached back, spreading his large hand across your bared skin, then reaching for the zipper. As it came down, the other helped you out of the fabric. Unprepared as you were, your underwear didn’t match, one of the bows was missing, and you momentarily felt like this moment could have been better. Then the hands removed that fabric as well, and you didn’t care anymore.

When you opened your eyes, Roman was there to kiss your forehead. He made eye contact with Drew behind you, who kissed between your shoulder blades. You arched at the sensation.

“Watch this.” Roman ran his hands up your stomach to cup your breasts. Then he squeezed them, kneaded them and brought your nipples to stiff peaks. Your mouth fell open, gasping as he started to roll the buds between his fingers. His touch moved for a minute, then Drew’s hands were where his had been. Drew continued the motion, humming as you leaned back into his chest. Roman guided your feet apart. He reached between your thighs, then ran his fingers through the slick he found there. “Either that didn’t take long, or you’ve been wet all afternoon thinking about taking both of us.” He made you focus on him. “Which was it?”

He didn’t wait for your answer. Shedding his shirt, he nodded for Drew to do the same, taking up the motions on your breasts in the meantime. Drew sat on the edge of the bed. He pulled you into his lap, holding your legs apart with his knees. Roman kneeled, watching you pant and writhe with Drew working your breasts, and him rubbing up and down your thighs.

“Talk to her.” As he nosed up your thigh he added, “bonus points if you find the place on her neck to whisper and make her shiver.”

You glared at him.

Then Drew’s nose was running along your jawline. “Hmm. I wonder where that could be.” The rumble in his chest brought you close to a shiver. “I have to ask,” he kissed the top of your shoulder, “why did you wait so long to ask, princess? You could have had me at any time.” He moved his mouth to right behind your ear. “You could have had this cock filling you every night.” The shiver that shot through you made him trap you close to his chest. One hand spread across your stomach, while the other alternated between your breasts. Your arms were pinned to your sides.

So, when Roman started to eat you out, there was nowhere for you to squirm except back into Drew’s chest, and to grind back into his cock trapped in his jeans. He groaned in your ear, holding you closer. Roman nosed at your clit, helping to pin down your thighs with his grip keeping you open and spread across Drew’s thighs. Behind you, Drew continued to whisper questions of what you liked best. Below you, Roman brought you to the brink, leaned back so you would squirm, then to the brink again. Soon Drew couldn’t take you grinding on his cock anymore and reached for your clit himself.

“Does the birthday girl get to cum as many times as she wants, or will there be just one like lightening?”

Roman slowly licked bottom to top up your slit. “Depends. Which do you want, baby girl? So many that you can’t remember your name, or just the one that will knock you on your ass?” He curled two fingers into your slick. “You have to tell me soon. Or I’m going to pick.”

“Many,” you rushed. “Please. Don’t make me wait. I want to feel both of you. Please. Many, please, Roman-“

He grunted. “Keep working at her clit. And hold her tight, Drew. She’s… active when she cums.”

You could feel Drew’s smirk against your cheek.

They worked against you together. On edge already, the first orgasm quaked through your limbs. Drew tightened his grip, gasping with how much force there was in your release. He pressed his cheek to yours as you opened your eyes, and you saw what he saw. Across the room, your boudoir mirror caught your strung-out look and reflected it back. Roman’s head bobbed up and down as he toyed with your sex. Stringing you out, drawing your next release closer and closer. Drew’s ministrations on your clit made your chest heave.

“You look gorgeous, princess,” Drew groaned in your ear. “We’ve got all night to ruin ya’ and we’ve just begun.”

Roman took that moment to curl his fingers how he had learned over the years with you. Again, you shuddered and quaked, gushing on Roman’s tongue and arching in Drew’s hold. Roman stood up to swallow your cries with a rough kiss. He motioned for Drew to get rid of his pants while he worked on removing his own. Every inch of you was sensitive. Both men kissed their way over and around your body, nipping and sucking marks to claim bits and pieces of you.

Holding you lightly by your throat, Roman held you up to meet his gaze. “Do you want him, baby girl?”

Frantically, you nodded.

He pushed you to your hands and knees with your legs spread towards him. In front of you, Drew was very ready for you. His cock bobbed in front of your face.

“Go ahead,” Roman urged. “Taste it.”

“Come on, princess. Let me feel that hot mouth-“ Drew broke off with a groan as you wrapped your lips around his head. You moaned and hummed around him. Bobbing back and forth, you worked on getting as deep into your mouth as you could. Roman suddenly pulled you away, making both you and Drew gasp at the loss. “Reigns-“

“I need her attention.” Roman stroked your breasts, then ran his hand up to your throat, supporting your head. “You’re gonna make him feel good, right?” He grinned at feeling your hum under his fingertips. “While you’re doing that, I’m going to make you feel good too. Is that okay?”

“Yes, please.”

He pushed you back down, spreading his hand over your spine. “That’s my good girl.”

You warmed at the praise. Eagerly, you took Drew back into your mouth. Roman began to work into your sex, easing, pulling and pushing. The pushing sent you further down Drew’s cock, making him brace one hand back on the headboard. He gripped your hair, keeping you from taking him all the way. That is, until Roman was ready. Unknown to you, they shared a look above you, then both pulled out so they could begin their paces into your holes.

Drew cracked first. “Reigns, you bastard-“

He just laughed. “Tappin’ out already?”

“Not a chance.” Drew moved your hair out of your face so he could watch your lips move around his cock. “Look at you, princess. Never would’ve thought you were such a good cocksucker. And takin’ the both of us? You’re a treasure.” He groaned as you swallowed around him. “Takin’ me so deep down t’at pretty throat. Takin’ him so deep into your pussy.”

Roman groaned when you contracted your walls around him, letting him know you hadn’t forgot him. “You like it when we talk dirty to you, don’t you pretty girl?” He roughly filled you, then sat there, running his fingers up and down your spine while Drew continued to fuck your mouth. “Bet Drew has no idea the things you let me do to you. Edging you for weeks while I’m gone. Making you scream for hours when I get back, or you come to see me. Wonder if he’s ever heard you from my dressing room, unable to scream anything but my name.”

Drew’s pace stuttered.

It wasn’t unnoticed. “He answered quick to your little proposition. Turns out, he wanted you just as much as you wanted him. Can you imagine it, baby girl, your big Scotsman having to find some secluded spot because of the sound of you cumming on this dick?”

You groaned, making Drew shudder. Moving with Roman’s restarted thrusts, you took Drew deeper, gagging when you went to far. Drew kept you from doing that again, but his stuttering thrusts filled your mouth and throat just fine. Your every nerve ending was thrumming. So close to release. Roman knew it, was waiting for it. He lightly scratched his nails down your back, then leaned to reach down for your clit.

“Cum for us, baby. Come on.”

With a whimper, your body seized. Drew gripped the base of his cock and pulled out so you could breathe and scream as Roman kept moving. He watched as Roman took you to another orgasm before filling you with his own.

Roman, breathless, laid you down across the bed as Drew moved to stand between your legs. Roman kneeled next to your head to kiss your cheek and to ask you to keep going. “Can you give us one more, baby? To thank him for your present?”

Your mind was filled with haze. But you nodded anyway and reached for him. Drew took your hand, letting you pull him over you. His large hands smoothed up your torso, then back down to your thighs. He held them open, plotting his next move. Your sex oozed with Roman’s cum. Smirking, Drew crooked his fingers and scooped it out. You shuddered with sensitivity, soothed by Roman running his fingers through your hair. You didn’t see the glare. Didn’t care as Drew slowly filled you. Their stuffing of you were of different pleasing proportions, but all you cared about was the pleasure. He waited for you to buck towards him before making the pace.

“How does she feel, Drew?”

“Incredible,” he grunted. “Gonna make you cum, princess. Gonna fill you up. Your mouth took me so good. Now fuck this cock. Come on. I’ll get you there.”

Weakly, you met his thrusts. The last orgasm was there. Waiting. Close. Drew reached to circle your clit. It didn’t take long before you were gone. Soaring. Crying out his name and clawing at the sheets with the hand Roman didn’t have intertwined with his.

Finally sated, you let your mind blur and dance in fuzzy circles behind your eyes. Gently, they cleaned you up. Dressed you in your silk pajamas. You startled when both of them crawled into bed on either side of you.

Roman kissed the back of your neck while Drew traced his finger over your lips. “Did you really think a few orgasms was going to be your present?” Drew chuckled, brushing his fingers over your eyelids. “I’ll be here in the morning for your wake-up call too.” He kissed your forehead. “Goodnight, princess.”

“Goodnight, baby girl.”

“Goodnight, Drew,” you yawned. “Goodnight, Roman.”

You dreamed of what the morning would bring.

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All The Way

Characters : Drew McIntyre, Erika (reader), Sheamus

Warnings : age gap (over 21), visuals, smut, fluff, size kink, oral sex female receiving

Word count :823

18+

Finally…. We’re alone. Finally I get my fiancé all to myself! Every day has been interviews, press, training for us for the last month. Drew and I have been engaged for a little over a year now, and with our hectic wwe schedules it seems like we never see each other anymore. Not to mention being on different brands. “I feel like we never see each other anymore” I say to Drew before taking a bite of my food. One of our favorite things to do was order takeout and watch a new cringy horror movie. “I know babe” Drew sighs. Despite all of our time spent apart, when we do spend time together it’s like we never left each others side. Drew is my soulmate without a doubt, he’s my home, my resting place, and he knows me better than anyone else in every single way.

Our relationship started off rocky….. he’s 13 years older than I am. People assumed I was after his money, but I’ve always had my own money. Not to mention some people don’t take too kindly to mixed race couples. It seemed like the odds have always been stacked against us, but we always make it out on top. Slowly the rumors starts to die down and everything fell into place. Drew wraps his arm around me, pressing me into his warm toned body. He uses his other hand and pulls my head up, crouching slightly to lock lips with me.

Our lips locked and twisted softly but passionately. His big hands began to wander around my coco skin landing on my breast. He softly squeezes them, playing with my nipples between his fingers.

I begin kissing on his neck, I know it drives him crazy. I leave a trail of love bites on his neck and he flips me on my back onto the couch. He almost rips my pajama bottoms off of my petite frame. He quickly kicks off his pajama pants and looks me deeply into my eyes before pulling his long dark hair back and starting to give me head. His tongue swirled around my now throbbing clit. He groaned in enjoyment while I wrapped my thick thighs around his head. He reaches his arm up, gripping my breasts again. I tangle my hands up in his hair feeling myself approaching my climax soon. He licks faster, flicking my clit with his thick warm tongue, sending me into a frenzy….. I can’t control myself…. I release my thick cream onto Drew’s face. He chuckles and wipes face.

“A bit shaky huh?” He chuckles “don’t tell me you’re tapping out already”. It was very clear he was just getting started and I was on board with that ever he wanted to do. He picks me up, gently pressing my 4’11 frame against the wall. He lowers me onto his thick long member and passionately moves in and out of my soaked vagina. I can’t help but release long, loud, groans while I claw at his back and curl up my toes

He makes me feral! “You like that don’t you” Drew whispers in my ear “look at how you take me all in”. He begins bouncing me frantically. “Oh god Erika!” Drew’s voice echo’s like thunder. I sink my nails into his back one last time before he pushes himself deep inside of me releasing his warm juices. He pulls out of me, his thick semen running down my leg. We both shower and go to lay in bed.

We spend most of the night up talking and giggling. God I’ve missed him!

The next morning Drew and I get a text from Hunter about the surprise draft coming up….. we’re both eligible for draft. “Baby did you see this text from Hunter?” I say bright eyed. “I did! This could be great for us” Drew answers “I mean we could be on the same brand again”. It’s been two years since we were on the same brand! This draft was going to be different, the fans wouldn’t know. It was going to be a complete surprise to them.

I’m really getting my hopes up that Drew and I will be on the same brand. Oh god that would be amazing! “Maybe we can be a tag team” Drew chuckles. I was sure how serious he was, but I liked the sound of it. We could be like Miz and Maryse but a million times better. I already have a fearless ruthless persona, it would just work so well with him. Drew’s phone begins to ring, he answers without hesitation and puts it on speakerphone. “Hey big fella did you get that text too? About the draft?” Sheamus speaks loudly on the other end of the phone. “Of course I did!” Drew answers. “What’re ye hopin for?” Sheamus responds “I’m kinda hoping for Smackdown”. Drew sighs “I’m just hoping to be on the same brand as Erika. I mean you know that’s all we’ve wanted” he responds. The two exchange banter and end the call.

A week of silence passes….. and finally…. It’s time for the draft. WWE is making it its own event. All of the superstars are watching from home, live recording themselves for the worldwide WWE universe. Drew sets up the camera, I’m trembling in anticipation……. The draft begins….

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The Hanging Tree (Dean Ambrose | Jon Moxley x OFC)

Summary: Are you, are you comin' to the tree? Where they strung up a man, they say, who murdered three — She is on a path looking for war as her fate foretold. And he has war within him. Both, thirsty for vengeance, justice and blood.

Words: 15k. Trigger Warning/s: Toxic Display of Masculinity, Implied and not so Implied Harassment, Healthy Display of Masculinity, Sheamus is a Special Guest in this Chapter - and also SheamusxDrew it's Canon in my everything, do not come for me -, Fluff, Jealousy, Dean Acting Possessive and Dumb, Smut, Semi-Public Smut (?) - this time it's actually happening because I felt like writing it and the scene it's steamy, hi -, Dirty Talk, Threatening Behaviour and Harassment pt.2, Verbal Abuse, Violence, both Dean and Valkyrie are Unhinged by the end sorry not sorry Tags: my lovely @hirunoka and honorary mention to @literaryuppsala, thank you both for all the support 💕Let me know if you'd like to be added 🌻

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Chapter 7 - Oxytocin.

Part I.

Valkyrie was far from being used to that kind of world and lifestyle.

Yes, she knew what it meant to work with the stylists. Every time she was expected to go on ring, she was required to wear her full costume gear and makeup. But she always thought about that as preparing for battle. It wasn’t what she was used to back home, far from it, but it was as easy as getting used to the cameras always rolling. She understood what it meant to have a brand and to carry a character in everything, may that be fighting skills or costumes. She was legitimate and her fight was always true, it didn’t mean that she couldn’t get used to the spectacle of it.

But that evening was different.

That evening was made of champagne, limousine rides and red carpets. It was splendid and opulent, making her feel just like a Hollywood movie star, chased by the paparazzi, dressed to impress and ready for a scandal.

The gala was hosted inside an art gallery set up for the party. There were huge, glimmering, crystal chandeliers hanging from painted ceilings and small orchestra groups playing live in every room. The guests lingered around, chit-chatting and indulging in the drinks and food offered by the catering.

Every guest was dressed for the event. The men were wearing elegant tuxedos and polished shoes, while the women wore the most beautiful dresses in the most varied range of colours and shapes, all adorned by sparkly, precious jewels. All looking as beautiful as royalty.

Not every guest was a wrestler, she didn’t recognise many faces in the crowd, but between those who she did recognise she was so surprised to notice that even the roughest, angriest, most violent fighters were all polished and dressed up.

Valkyrie herself had to admit she felt like she was someone else, as she found herself floating in such a different reality from what she was used to. She could, for once, pretend to be just a princess. Her garments certainly carried such an impression.

She was wearing the most beautiful dress she had ever seen in her entire existence, made with the finest materials and greatest craftsmanship. It was the colour of stormy clouds hovering over agitated seas, made of tulle softly falling along her figure, enriched by sparkly, floral embroilments. The soft, elegant beauty of it was opposed by the harder-looking corset caging her torso, made to look like a piece of silvery armour, connected by many, thin, silvery chains to a chest and shoulder piece covered in silver and light blue rhinestones.

As soon as her stylist showed it to her, she was gone for it. Never in her life had she thought she could fall in love with a dress, and yet, she had to change her mind. Even if her team had set aside some other choices, there was no game, as soon as Valkyrie had seen it, that was it.

Wearing it around became her entire purpose and the only reason why she decided not to oppose going to the gala.

That was a dress that deserved to be worn, carried around, shown off and danced in.

Her look was finished with an elegant headpiece inspired by her ring costume. The two wings to the side of her head were made of real, white feathers covered in thin rhinestones that recalled the colours of her dress and makeup.

She felt invincible wearing it – and with no other problem whatsoever in her life but the drama she felt she needed to cause just because of it. To the point that even while parading in front of the cameras by the entrance of the gallery, she found herself posing. Her vanity and self-confidence had taken over, bringing her to feel the visceral need to be looked at.

By the time she stepped into the building, following the marble steps covered in a stream of red velvet, Valkyrie was literally glowing. She was the embodiment of ethereal beauty and she wasn’t afraid to show it.

Someone by the door passed her a leaflet containing the evening program and after that, Valkyrie was left to roam free the different rooms waiting for the gala dinner to start.

She didn’t know enough people to have interest in mingling so she decided to take that chance to explore the art that place had to offer since it was on display for them.

It was a good enough way to spend time, blending into the crowd and enjoying how alive her surroundings felt. Life could be felt flowing in every room. It was in the soft classical music and in the loud chattering and murmuring of the crowd, broken by the occasional distant burst of laughter. It was in the noise of flutes clinking or bottles popping, and in the smell of canapés. In every corner the air was so charged with energy, it was inebriating.

For once, being submerged by such display of life, Valkyrie found herself grateful to be there to witness it.

A small sigh left her chest and a tranquil smile nested on her lips as she observed the shameless brush strokes on a painting representing a young beautiful naked woman lost in the arms of a knight.

Valkyrie dared to look at the details of the painting, only in appearance supposed to picture a soft, secret moment between lovers. She knew exactly how the woman in the painting must have felt, with a hot, running heart and heavy, empty loins. Breathless and abandoned to the will of her chosen one. Passion was wild, not sweet, it was something that paintwork couldn’t hide.

“You should definitely dress like this all day, every day,”

A shiver crossed her back, making her jerk. Her eyelids immediately fell heavier on her eyes as she naturally moved towards that voice. It wasn’t even the familiar warmth of his tone that got her, it was his sudden closeness as if he had just materialised from the very fabric of her fantasies.

Dean stood just behind her, so close it was dangerous and prohibited, but also electrifying. She left any trace of common sense at the hotel room. It was a lost battle even before she started it. So, she quickly decided there and then that she had no intention to fight either him or the warm desire already distending under her skin, making her stomach curl and her heart flatter.

She decided to blame the dress.

“All day?” She wondered, sending him a playful look, not even trying to hide what was supposed to be concealed in the flirty sarcasm in between her words.

And Dean was ready to bite. “Well-” his eyes became darker, his gaze sharper, as he looked at her in such a direct, shameless way, making her feel naked under his eyes, “maybe not.”

Valkyrie took a long moment to study his figure. He was astonishingly handsome, more beautiful than he had ever been before, so polished and elegant. And he knew it. There was extreme confidence, maybe a touch of arrogance too, in the way he stood, willingly basking under her eyes. No trace of timidity. He looked like a dream, with his hair pulled back and face clean-shaven, and with his black tux fitting his fame perfectly.

His charm hit her like a thick wave, washing over her and dragging her down towards him. There was no escape. There was no solace, no peace.

It wasn’t that she had forgotten all the reasons why they shouldn't have been together. It was that she didn't care.

The dress made her selfish and inconsiderate. It made her reckless. And she desperately wanted to be lost in his arms just like the woman in the painting.

She didn't even try to fight it because she knew she wouldn't have won. And it was just much sweeter to raise her white flag from the beginning, with no losses or suffering.

Valkyrie unashamedly ran a hand on the satin collar of his jacket. “You too, by the way. You look breathtaking.”

“You’d want me to wear this crap all day, every day?”

“Oh, yes,” Valkyrie pretended to brush something off his shoulder only to get the chance to lean closer to him and whisper in his ear, “I’d want you to fuck me all day, every day, in these clothes.”

“You’d like that, uh?” His cocky smirk was so handsome she pardoned his arrogance.

She bit down on her lower lip giving him a long, slow look. “I would, baby.”

Dean rolled his eyes, purring, not even doing as much as trying to hide how much he was wrapped around her finger. “Tell me, how am I supposed to stay away from you?”

“Maybe you shouldn’t.” She dared to openly challenge him.

Dean just looked at her, hesitating only a moment, before releasing a soft hiss, and turning away. “You're such a tease. You’re driving me insane.” His deep voice was soft but vibrated under a shiver that made him squeeze his fists. Dean took a step back.

Valkyrie smiled, extremely satisfied by his words. She enjoyed imagining that what was bothering him was his extreme attempt to try and keep his hands off her.

Gods, she wanted him to lose his control so badly.

“I mean it.” She dared, fighting against the need to slide closer to him. Instead, she looked around, only to make sure they weren’t attracting attention.

Thankfully they were blending well in the crowd. It was easy to feel like they were hidden and unseen when they were covered by the strangers surrounding them.

Her words attracted Dean’s attention and, as she caught the look he shot her, they both stood looking at each other for a very long moment.

Studying his features, Valkyrie could see his uncertainty breaking through, softening his ego. And with that, she was under the impression he could be holding his breath.

“I thought you were set on your decision.”

“I still want you to ruin me, Dean. Maybe I don’t want to fight against it anymore.”

“Against what?”

He hung from her lips. There was no reason for her to explain further, but he clearly wanted to hear her say it.

“I can’t fight how much I need you.” She said it as if that was the easiest thing to reveal. As if it was so obvious and predictable.

Dean broke eye contact. He puffed his chest as his gaze moved all around them. He was making sure they were still unnoticed. He was looking out for her. The idea that he could still be protecting her best interest, still respecting whatever wish she expressed when she pushed him away, despite hurting him, made her fall to her knees for such a man.

“You only ever need to ask.” He finally said, sliding his sharp gaze on her.

The blue of his irises was darkened. The way he looked at her made her blood boil.

“Well, consider it a request, then.”

“Who are you and what did you do to my Eir?” He wondered, jokingly. His sudden soft sarcasm broke the tension raising between them.

Valkyrie didn’t even know why or what got into her. And it didn’t matter. All the reasons why she pushed him away didn’t mean anything now, it was as if it was all so unimportant. She knew she had to protect him. And she intended to keep doing it. But it didn’t seem as important as being close to him.

She needed him desperately, but her desire wasn’t only physical. Which was both the problem and the dealbreaker.

She wanted his noble heart. She wanted his wild soul. She wanted his ravaging madness. She wanted him and everything he was and represented. Spending a moment longer pretending they were strangers was like withering slowly.

The truth was that missing him was more painful and scarier than the idea of putting him in danger. All the ifs and maybes that kept floating in her mind, gnawing at her brain and heart, never leaving her a second of peace, made it impossible for her to actually find a good reason to justify spending another second away from him.

“Valkyrie! There you are!”

She was startled by a third voice that broke in between them. Dean too froze. With a soft gasp, she looked around, slightly alarmed.

As she focused on Sylvia, who stood by them, Valkyrie felt a shot of annoyance vibrate through her chest as she tried her best not to growl like a beast against the woman. Though she didn’t stop herself from rolling her eyes.

She knew what was to come, and she had to think about a smart way to wiggle her way out of that situation very quickly. Though, when she was the victim of her emotions, Valkyrie was rarely smart. Her instinct was stronger than her brain.

“Hi, Sylvia, what is it?”

“I need to introduce you to someone,” the woman explained briefly just before she looked at Dean, scrutinizing his look from head to toe. “And Ambrose,” Sylvia’s features bent under pure contempt, “I barely recognised you.”

Dean winked at her, pulling the cockiest smirk. “Even us lunatics are allowed to dress up, sometimes.”

“Yeah-” Sylvia was still looking up and down at him, “a tie doesn’t cover up craziness.”

Valkyrie ground her teeth, instinctively stepping in front of Dean, letting her protective side show. She even pushed a hand on his chest, sliding her fingers under his jacket, asserting possession and intimacy over him. “That’s more than enough.”

Sylvia sent her a judgemental look. “What do you think you’re doing? I thought the problem was taken care of.”

“Oh, I did take care of it.”

Valkyrie wasn’t thinking clearly. She was driven by her emotions, feeling the need to rebel against the constrictions that she had been put under. And that most definitely wasn’t the smartest thing to do.

Turning towards Dean and grabbed him by the tie, pulling him into a kiss.

It was freeing. And it was selfish. It was like she had something to prove. And, at the same time, it was like breaking all the rules, even against her own better judgement, taking what she wanted. What she deserved.

Because she wasn't only kissing him to be mischievous or to get a reaction from Sylvia doing something so prohibited and frowned upon. She was kissing him because it was what she wanted to do. She was kissing him for the simplest reason of them all: he made her happy. He filled her world. He gave her purpose.

Spending another second denying it was a terrible waste of time.

Maybe she would have regretted it in the morning. But it didn't matter, she was ready to go through another heartbreak, even if it meant hurting him again. If that was the case, she would have welcomed the known loneliness and pain like an old friend.

Dean didn’t oppose her. He was surprised at first, but his lips were extremely welcoming. His hands easily found her hips, sliding across the sides of her corset. Although she really wanted it, she didn’t give him the chance to wrap her in a hug. With her point proven, she gave him a little push, turning towards Sylvia.

A satisfied, chaotic smile curled her lips. “So, who do I need to meet?”

Sylvia was shocked and offended as her eyes jumped from her to Dean and back. The anger rising behind her eyes was only a tickle on Valkyrie’s skin.

She turned to Dean, bending elegantly. Still brushing a hand on his chest in an unashamedly personal way, she offered him a warm, honest smile. "Find me later?"

"You bet, angel." He winked at her, bending his head, giving her a glimpse of a smile full of dimples.

Thinking about it, she didn't have to follow Sylvia.

She didn't have to be there at all. She had about a million ideas to better fill her time with things to do with and to Dean, than spending a minute longer at the gala.

That was the moment Sylvia grabbed her by the arm and dragged her away as if she read her thoughts on her face.

"What are you doing with him, Valkyrie?"

"Wasn't it obvious? Want me to be more specific? ‘Cause I can be." She didn't even think to be polite. Holding her tongue wasn't something she was used to doing.

And not in front of Sylvia. Whatever power she thought she had over her it was nothing compared to what Valkyrie was and could do.

"You can't be with Ambrose. I thought we talked about this-"

Valkyrie stopped their march, pulling herself off Sylvia's grip.

The look she lowered on the woman was as cold as ice, detached, severe and extremely violent. "Say anything bad about him and I swear to all the Æsir that I will hurt you in unhuman ways." Her gaze was lit by the anger of her warning.

"Why are you fighting me? I'm trying to do what's best for you, you foolish girl."

To Sylvia's grumbling, Valkyrie raised her head and widened her shoulders looking dangerous. "I am not a girl. I am a Valkyrie. I am a deity. Do not forget that. I will do what’s best for me. And you? You can leave any time if you don’t like it.”

“This is not a matter of liking it. I know you take things personally, but, at the end of the day, you are doing a job. It’s business.”

“Great. Then let’s keep it professional, shall we?” Valkyrie raised a hand in the air, taking control over the situation. “Stay out of my personal life. Who I decide to share my bed with it’s not your concern. Whether I decide to get personal with Dean is not your concern. And you better keep your opinions about him to yourself. I care deeply about him; do just as much as give him the side eye and I won’t be happy. Are we understood?”

Finally, as Valkyrie spoke, Sylvia lowered her eyes. Her nod was quick, but firm.

Before the woman would even begin to say anything apologetic or otherwise, Valkyrie raised her chin.

“Back to business then, who do you want me to meet?”

Sylvia looked suddenly nervous about it, looking around and fidgeting with her little purse, swinging her weight from one foot to the other. “A possible investor.”

“Ok,” Valkyrie did her best to appear as relaxed as she could. Her fair features softly distended as she slid her hands on her tulle skirt as if she was ironing it out, in reality, she was only trying to rise above. Feeling the dress helped give her confidence. “Why?”

“He is a fan. He is looking into supporting you, but he’d really like to meet you first.”

“Here we go again with the show horse business I guess.”

“Uh?”

“Nothing. Fine, let’s go then. Bring me to him.”

Part II.

Valkyrie had regretted every single one of her choices the second she realised what it meant to go and meet said investor.

Sylvia was all over him for the very valid reason of how much money he could, potentially, pour into her name and into the company. He was there, that evening, for that specific reason – as he had said himself multiple times, gloating about how rich he was – he was going to donate a big sum to the charity, but, more importantly, by his own words, he wanted to get the chance to meet his wrestling heroes.

So, very quickly into the first few moments of introductions, it was made very clear to Valkyrie that she was not only expected but required to spend the evening by his side. And she was to enjoy it.

They had even put her sitting next to him during the dinner event.

She should have left with Dean the moment she thought about it. She could have been rolling in the sheets with him, right now, being lost in unconditional pleasure. Or they could have spent their evening running around town wearing their gala looks, talking about their lives and eating disgusting, greasy food. Whatever her mind decided to fantasise about, was much, much sweeter than being pushed into spending the rest of the evening with some other guy only to basically sell herself to him.

He wasn’t even pleasant. He was loud and full of himself, and not in a good way. Every time he spoke, he expected people to pay attention to him because he was convinced whatever he was saying was of the most importance. He made jokes that weren’t funny but liked to see people laughing around him. He kept using his riches as a valid personality trait to impress everyone when the only thing Valkyrie felt was boredom.

She had met farmers with more valuable hearts and minds than him, or more humble kings.

The worst part of it all was that he seemed to be under the assumption to have conquered her. He dared to touch her every now and then, may that be brushing his fingers on her arm or fully placing a hand on her back, never once asking permission. And many were the inappropriate comments he sent her way. He acted as if he owned her already.

Which didn’t help his case. Valkyrie had decided she didn’t want to have anything to do with such a person. She didn’t need his money or publicity. Not when it meant he was under the impression he could control her.

She would have already left, if it hadn’t been for the fact that he threatened multiple times to sue Sylvia and her entire team since he had paid a lot of money to get the privilege to spend that evening with her.

It’s not like she couldn’t leave anyway. She surely wasn’t scared of such an insignificant man. But she didn’t want other people to be in trouble. He certainly looked like the kind of man who would wreak havoc if wronged.

She thought she just needed to get through the evening, hoping to be rescued, somehow.

She held a thin glass filled with a mocktail in between her fingers, boringly looking over to the centre of the large dining room where, after dinner had been served, a big space was created so people could dance elegantly, following the orchestra, waiting for the charity announcements to start.

“And that’s when I told them that I didn’t care if the Queen of England wanted that piece for her collection, I was the one who would have won it. And now there’s a priceless statue embellishing my living room.” His chest was so puffed up she thought he could explode.

But that would have been good for her. Sweet release.

The man looked at her like he was expecting something from her, so just then Valkyrie realised that she was supposed to answer in some way. With a little delay to be a natural response, she pushed a fake smile out, pretending to be impressed. “That is incredible! Must be a hell of a view.”

“You know,” he began, daring to slide closer to her. He pulled an arm on the back of her chair, wrapping it around her shoulders, resting his hand on the other side of her. She froze, realising she was caged and couldn’t move away without risking causing a scene. “I could show it to you.”

“Show me?”

“Yeah. The statue. In my living room. I think you’d like it.” His gaze became suddenly turbid. The way he looked at her made her feel so dirty she needed a shower.

Valkyrie had to push the disgust deep down inside of her not to risk gagging in his face.

“And I think there would be other things you might like,” he wasn’t done, even when his point was perfectly clear.

Funny how she would have let the right man whisper to her ear the most horrid, degrading, perverted things he wanted to do to her and be desperately turned on. But just as easily, the wrong man could only attempt and succeed to disgust her.

“I am sorry, I don’t think I understand.” She pretended to be naïve, only in the hope that he would think about what he was doing and stop. Valkyrie moved back a bit, trying to find some space from him.

“Oh, c’mon. You know what I mean,” the smile he was giving out was as confident as it was disgusting. Unbelievable that he could think women could fall for such behaviour at all. “I’ve never been with a woman like you. So big and strong.” Somehow his words didn’t sound like a compliment at all. The look he traced across her figure made her want to vomit. “I’d love to add you to my collection.” He traced a circle on her shoulder with his index.

Valkyrie was shaken by a cold shiver. It sounded like he was ready to fuck her in a despicable way, and she wasn’t at all allowed to enjoy it, just to then store her on a shelf for the rest of eternity. That time she didn’t hide her disgust. That was the moment she thought a line was crossed.

She pushed a hand out, moving away from him, and turned her head away breaking eye contact, clearly imposing a solid wall between them. “No. I don’t think so.”

“Well, why not?”

“This is inappropriate,” she pleaded at first, trying to be as polite as possible, “please, stop.”

“The hell I’m going to stop. Do you like being chased, uh? Fine.”

“No, Mr Malone. Believe me when I say in the politest way possible that I am not interested.”   

“Why? Are you into chicks or something?”

She jerked to his question fighting against the need to slap him. “It is not your concern, sir.”

“Because it can be arranged. If you rather be with a woman, I’d be happy to watch.”

Valkyrie looked around, the sudden frost of panic flooding her blood. Their table was empty, all the other couples had gone dancing or mingling. And no one else seemed to be close enough, or paying attention to them, to notice she was in desperate need of being rescued.

“I said no, Mr Malone.” This time, there was no space for politeness.

He chuckled. She could have been honking like a goose right now, it wouldn’t have made a difference to his understanding.

“Do you think a no had stopped me before?”

An icy shard crossed her heart. Valkyrie lost colour in her face as the implication of his words became knowledge and vivid images in her mind.

Though fear didn’t freeze her, it lit her up. Her disgust quickly became anger as she snapped.

Valkyrie turned quickly and grabbed him by the neck, unconcerned about their surroundings and the fact that people could have seen her acting inappropriately. She clutched her fingers around his throat, squeezing the air out of his lungs and pushing her nails deep into his flesh.

“I swear to all the Gods that men like you deserve the worst curses. If a no doesn’t stop you, how does the promise of cutting your dick clean off sound?”

Fear shot through his eyes as he tried to fight her off. But Valkyrie didn’t give in. She gave him a shake, leaving his neck only to grab him by the jaw, squeezing his features in her palm. She pulled closer to him only to dangerously bare her teeth to his face.

“I am the biggest shark in here, so do not dare to think for one moment I owe you anything, little man.” She pushed him off, snarling to his face like a rabid animal, “and fucking learn how to talk to a woman.”

He pulled away from her. The horrified look he shot her made her lips bend in a satisfied smile.

“Y-you will regret this.”

“Will I?” Her gaze became dark and dangerous, “Careful there with your threats." She hissed like a snake.

Then, the air moved around her.

As if her Gods finally decided to grace her, they sent a hero her way.

A big shadow stood behind her. She didn’t need to see the man to notice Malone's eyes raise behind her all the way across his figure. As he appeared even more scared, then she began to relax against her chair.

A couple of big hands slid on her shoulders in a protective hold. "You may want to go and grab a breather, fella."

Valkyrie would have recognised that accent anywhere.

Sheamus stood behind her imposing but calm, as usual.

A soft smile crossed her lips as she released a sigh, gently giving him a grateful pat on the wrist.

"Why would I listen to you, mate?"

"Because," Sheamus slid a hand in front of Valkyrie, encouraging her to take it and get up. She did, following his move blindly, exchanging a brief look with the Irishman. He pushed her gently behind his back, just then puffing up his chest appearing as big and as dangerous as he could be, "I'll be the one who breaks your jaw if you don't."

Valkyrie wrapped her hands around his big arm, smiling satisfied. "I'd be happy to watch." She teased, leaning her chin on Sheamus' shoulder as she looked towards Malone.

He appeared utterly offended by their behaviour as if they were the ones who'd been disrespectful.

Malone got up from his chair but, instead of listening to Sheamus' friendly suggestion, he pointed a finger at Valkyrie's face, actively crossing her. Though, before he could say anything vaguely threatening, Sheamus snapped. Grabbing his hand, he tore his finger purposely hurting him.

"Got something to say to me?" Sheamus barked, giving him a strong shake.

As Malone squeaked, many were the pair of eyes set upon them. Some people in the crowd immediately closer to them even gasped.

The man's eyes slid on Valkyrie, filled with hatred, which set Sheamus off even more. He stepped forward, completely covering her with his body. "Don't even look at her. I swear to God I'll break your finger, fella."

"OK, OK! Fine! Let me go!" As Malone begged, Sheamus gave him another shake before pushing him away.

"Fuck off, before I get really angry."

Surprisingly, Malone listened and left. Defeated and pissed off, but he left. The further away he got, the easier it became for Valkyrie to breathe.

Something told her that wouldn't have been the last of him she would have seen.

As soon as Sheamus faced her, she pulled him into a hug, releasing a relieved sigh against his shoulder. "Thank you."

The Irishman chuckled, gently cradling her into his arms with the confidence of a dear friend.

She didn't like many people, but Sheamus she liked very much. He was a very close friend of hers and she cared about him.

Differently from any other bond she installed in the company, Sheamus wasn’t a warrior her Gods sent her to help but someone who intervened and helped her first. They became very close ever since to the point she had asked for his help even if he didn’t owe her any favours.

"When did you get here?" She wondered distancing herself just enough to look him in the eye.

Even despite the fact that she was a very tall woman and wearing heels, he still towered over her.

He pulled the warmest of smiles looking at her with his gentle blue eyes. "Just this afternoon."

Valkyrie gave him a good look, studying his figure, handsome features and clothes. He was wearing a tartan grey suit with a loose white shirt open on his pale chest, showing the golden Celtic cross he was wearing around his neck.

"Gods, look at you."

Sheamus blushed, chuckling as he looked down at himself. "Yeah? Is it not too penguin-looking?"

"It's not." She was still checking him out, just to underline her words.

He nodded, gratefully taking the compliment and puffing his chest up. Then, he pointed at her. "Well, hate to point out the elephant in the room, but you look fucking stunning, as usual." He pulled a deadly wink that had the ability to make her blush. "Much better than me' old arse tightened in this suit."

She even dared to bend over to have a look, only to nod in approval. "No. Your arse is perfectly fine."

They both laughed, only for Valkyrie to drag him in another tight hug. "It's so good to see you, I've missed you."

"I've missed you too, lass."

He had been off for a few weeks due to an injury and it felt like they hadn't seen each other for years. So many things had happened.

She wasn't even sure she was the same woman he had known before.

But Gods life had been lonely and difficult without his presence and guidance. Sheamus had always been a ray of sunshine in the dark for her and possibly one of the few, if not the only, that she had been trusting since the very beginning.

"So," he began, breaking the hug only to slide a heavy arm around her shoulders, "I wasn't here to look after your sorry arse so you thought to cause all sorts of problems, uh?"

Valkyrie giggled. Next to him, she felt like a little girl, there was something in the Irishman charm that she always had a weakness to.

"Well, please, don't put it that way."

"Ya' sure don't have many friends. What's that business with Randy?"

"Ah, nothing really. He got sour about me winning a match against him and now he wants another match to prove something."

"OK, but there's real beef between you two."

"He started it."

"That is weird. Not like him at all."

"Do you know him well?"

"Well, as good as I know a colleague but I wouldn't trust him with my life. But he is not a bad guy."

"He is being an ass. Professional about it up to the point he called me names."

"Did he really?"

"Just once." She froze, rolling her eyes. "Ok. I did my thing, I helped someone he was attacking, and he got upset because I've won."

"Yeah, we'll get to Ambrose in a minute," Sheamus pointed a finger to her face, wiggling it like he was going to scold her, except he was badly hiding a sarcastic smile, "don't you think that because I wasn't here, I don't know all the gossip."

She still blushed violently, trying to avoid his look, barely able to contain a timid smile. That was pure emotion on display as only talking about Dean made her heart flutter.

"Yeah. Look at you, I thought I was the only one able to make you blush and giggle like a lassie."

Valkyrie looked up at him, pulling a cocky smirk. "You do make me blush."

"Ah, but Ambrose surely has better tricks up his sleeve, uh?"

"That he does." Her lips bent tenderly only thinking about him.

Sheamus shook his head, raising his eyes to the ceiling. "Damn, I leave for a month and my favourite girl gets snatched. Unbelievable."

"You should have made your move sooner, old man."

"Yeah? And leave Drew to run away with you?"

"Yep. Or, give you one better, no need to leave Drew behind." She dared to wink. "I'm perfectly fine running away with the both of you."

"Sure you are."

No one else had the privilege to see her under such light. No other human being made her feel so comfortable and relaxed to grant her the possibility to be as warm and as flirty, knowing she didn't have to think about consequences, as it was with him.

She felt extremely comfortable with Drew as well, Sheamus' boyfriend and their colleague, they both were like family to her. But with Sheamus, there was a different, deeper level of understanding.

"You are a menace. I hope Ambrose knows he is up for a ride."

"Oh, he knows." To the smirk she offered, Sheamus chuckled, shaking his head.

"C'mon, lass, tell me everything. What did I miss?" Pulling one of his bright smiles that made his blue eyes glimmer, Sheamus sat heavily on the chair previously occupied by Malone.

Surprisingly how easily she forgot about him since Sheamus arrived.

"Well," She sat next to him, ready to start diving into all the details of her new situation, especially looking forward to having his advice about all her doubts.

His words would have been the only ones she considered listening to.

Part III.

"So, he doesn't know?" Sheamus was hanging on the edge of his seat, captured by her storytelling.

Valkyrie shook her head. "No. He knows some, but he doesn't know the entire thing." She fidgeted with the thin tulle sleeve of her dress. "Do you think I should tell him?"

Sheamus sighed, taking a long second to think about it. "It's difficult. I mean, it is the reason I haven't told Drew."

"Yeah. I know perfectly well he would want to help,"

"And that is the problem."

"Also, Dean is a bit-"

"Crazy?"

"Unpredictable." She corrected him as both smirked, knowing exactly what she meant. "I do not want to put him in danger."

"But he has the right to know."

"Do you think?"

"Well, you clearly can't keep pushing him away. Especially since he played a trick on you or something and you don't seem inclined or able to stay away."

"Well, that's true," without even thinking about it she raised her eyes to the crowd as if she hoped to find him easily in the people surrounding them.

"I don't think he should stay in the dark for long if you two are involved. With Drew, it's different because if you chose to tell him, I'd respect your choice, it is your business after all."

"I wouldn't do such a thing to you."

"But you get what I mean."

"Yeah. I do." A sigh left her chest.

"You like the man very much, don't you?"

Valkyrie felt like she couldn’t hide from his look so she just nodded. Her raw emotions were so clearly visible on the edge of her reddened cheekbones and glimmery eyes. “I do. He makes me feel alive.”

Sheamus looked at her with such pride shining through his eyes. He leaned closer to pinch her cheeks, offering a soft smile. “Looks to me you’re falling for him.”

She hid a timid smile behind her hand, biting softly on her knuckles. She was indeed falling for Dean. No safety measures and no interest in the consequences. They had no future and she didn’t care. Not until he could be her present.

“He better not waste your love because I swear on your Gods and mine, I will skin him alive.”

Valkyrie shook her head quickly, grabbing on his hand and giving him an encouraging squeeze. He was the only man she would have accepted such behaviour from. She didn’t like to be protected or be treated like she couldn’t take care of herself, but Sheamus had that privilege. Only because she knew his behaviour was dictated by his affection and not an attempt to undervalue her.

“There’s no need. His heart is extremely noble.”

Sheamus chuckled, shaking his head. “So, when will I meet him?”

“Ah-” Before she could think about something quick and witty to respond to avoid such situation, her attention got caught by the tall and large man wearing an elegant, full-kilt suit walking towards them. His blue eyes were both gentle and piercing, made even clearer by the dark edges of his long, curated beard and tied black hair.

“Incoming,” she announced, directing Sheamus's attention to the man approaching them, trying her best to hide a relieved sigh.

Before Sheamus could turn, Drew was already sliding a hand across his wide shoulders, pressing a quick kiss on his temple. They both moved like Sun and Moon, attracted by an invisible, undeniable magnetism.

“I should have imagined that you would kidnap him.” Drew’s strong Scottish accent bent his sarcastic words into a charming tone.

Valkyrie melted into a warm smile, immediately getting up to hug him. “Hi,” she let the man squeeze her between his arms as she pressed a quick kiss on his cheek as if that was supposed to make everything ok, “sorry. He didn’t mention you were waiting for him.”

“Of course, he didn’t,” Drew sent Sheamus a disappointed, sarcastic look, followed by a sharp smirk, “when it’s you he just forgets about the world.” Drew then pretended to be extremely dramatic, pushing the back of his hand on his forehead. “I am just the forgotten wife, never the chosen woman.”

“Are you done talking bullshit, man?” Sheamus chuckled, giving Drew a quick tug, pulling him close enough to pat his side.

“I promise you can take him back; we are done catching up.”

“Oh? Is that so?” Drew sent them both a look before offering her his hand, bending slightly like a true gentleman. “So why don’t we make him jealous with a dance, princess?”

“And leave him all alone here to entertain himself?”

“He’s good at that.” He whispered, sending her way a wink and a smirk that had nothing clean to them. The meaning of his words was obvious.

Valkyrie chuckled, taking then his hand, sending Sheamus a quick, playful look. “Well then,”

“Hey, where’s my dance? I was here first!”

“As usual, you’re too slow making your move, old man.”

As she giggled lightly, blowing Sheamus a kiss, she let Drew drag her to the middle of her dancefloor.

As they danced, his steps were easy to follow. He was an extremely skilled dancer and quite comfortable leading, making her accept his moves with ease. Over the classical music, it was easy to exchange some words and jokes.

It was a good moment to catch up with a friend and she appreciated the warmth and company Drew offered.

“I love that man, but he has been fucken insufferable pain in the arse for the past four weeks I swear.”

Valkyrie giggled, so clearly able to imagine Drew’s words as true. “Has he been a nightmare?”

“Yeah- think about someone unable to stay still after surgery, despite doctor’s orders, always trying to overdo it to prove he is in shape, only risking to injure himself worse. The immediate day after I found him trying to put together a set of shelves we had forgotten about for weeks – yet suddenly it was a priority.”

“Sounds like Sheamus to me.”

“That damn stubborn Irish.”

“So, what’s the situation now? I am sure if I’ll ask him, he’ll lie not to worry me.”

“He is ok now. He has been cleared to come back but he can only attend and show his face here and there for now. No fights.”

Valkyrie sent him a sceptical look, raising her eyebrow, looking back towards the Irishman still sitting at her table, enjoying looking at them from afar. “We are talking about Sheamus here.”

“Yeah, I am aware.” Drew released a sigh, rolling his eyes, badly hiding an amused smile. “Had to threaten him with the big guns.”

“Which are?”

Drew made her spin, only to wink at her once he faced her again. “If he gets into a fight, I won’t have sex with him.”

Valkyrie broke into a genuine giggle, shaking her head. “You would immediately cave.”

“You are right. Let’s hope he doesn’t know.”

Valkyrie gave him a quick pat on the shoulder. “He most definitely knows.”

As they looked back to Sheamus, Valkyrie pressed her forehead against Drew’s chin, enjoying seeing how tender and yet hot Sheamus’ gaze was on his companion.

“Guess I am fucked.” Drew revealed with a defeated sigh.

Valkyrie made him look back at her, gently pressing her hand on his cheek. “Oh, hush you. Stop pretending it would be torture.”

Valkyrie giggled loudly as Drew made her spin again. That was the moment her attention got dragged back to Sheamus, she wanted to make it clear they were talking about him only to tease him, but her warm smile got wiped off as soon as she realised he wasn’t alone anymore.

She froze as soon as she recognised the man standing in front of him. Black elegant suit, hair the colour of copper pulled back on his head and darkened by the gel, blue eyes as dangerous as sharp razors.

Dean looked like he was ready for a fight.

“Oh, God-” she whispered arresting the rhythm she and Drew were elegantly spinning around with. As soon as she saw Sheamus getting up from his seat, shoulders tensed and confrontational look, she slipped away from Drew’s arms, quickly marching towards them.

“Is that-?” The Scot began, but before he could continue, she cut short his question.

“Let’s not have our boyfriends brawl tonight, shall we? Give me a hand.”

As she instructed, Drew nodded in agreement. “Yeah, I’d really love not to vote for my abstinence so soon.”

Valkyrie ignored his joke, appreciating the fact that he kept his questions for later.

“What is your problem, big fella? Afraid of a bit of competition? You shouldn’t treat her like she is your material. That’s objectifying-”

Valkyrie sent Sheamus a quick, warning look, even if it was completely ignored by the Irishman. She wondered why did he have to be such a hothead. Not that Dean was any better, because he was ready to snap.

“I’ll fuck you up in ways that will make your mother hope she had never given birth to your sorry, ginger ass.”

Before the situation could get worse, both Valkyrie and Drew intervened.

As he slid his big hands over Sheamus’ chest, pulling him back, trying to whisper soothing things to his ear, warning him to stop, Valkyrie stepped in between them catching Dean before he could step over the edge.

She cupped his face in her palms, gently but firmly pulling him towards her. “Look at me,” as her first order was completely ignored and Dean’s blood only appeared to boil wilder, she gave him another tug, “Baby, look at me.”

The moment his crazed look slid on her, as her voice finally came through to him, Dean seemed to immediately calm down. To help it, she slid her thumbs on his cheeks. “Don’t. Please, Dean-”

He inhaled a deep breath, trying to do his best to gather control, enough to pull her hold off himself and take a step back. Now his anger was directly pointed at her. But Valkyrie didn’t let him get lost in his wild feelings. She grabbed him, pulling him away. “Come with me.”

Her tone was firm but inviting as she was determined to take him somewhere quiet where she could have explained to him the situation. She was done having secrets and misunderstandings with him. Especially for something as stupid as that situation could be.

She didn’t keep herself from sending a crossed look directly to Sheamus over Dean’s shoulder. She had a massive what the fuck printed all over her face, which brought Drew to smile on Sheamus’ face. “That wasn’t a happy bunny. You’ll definitely owe her an explanation.”

“Me?! He came for me!”

Before she could lose her patience, Valkyrie shrugged, doing her best to ignore what was going on in the background and pushing her anger and shame down, burying it inside of her just enough to get away from the public eye.

She was dealing with literal children.

Gods, why was she the one who had to go through so many curses? Wasn’t being stuck on Midgard enough?

Why would Sheamus misbehave in such a way, openly challenging Dean even knowing how short his temper was? Especially since he had already started the conversation without being amicable? Because Dean wasn’t the friendliest of people, clearly.

Surely, she would have had time to face Sheamus later, for now, she had more important things to deal with. Because she couldn’t understand Dean either.

As soon as they were alone in an empty corridor in the back of the gallery, where the lights were dimmed and it didn’t seem like that area was part of the event, Valkyrie gave him a strong push. “What the fuck, Dean?” Now she was the pissed-off one.

It was only like throwing pure fuel on a vivid flame. Dean was ready to ignite, pointing a finger to her face and grabbing her by the neck with his other hand, pushing her against the wall. “Don’t you dare. I’ve seen the way you look at him.”

That was the moment it hit her. He was jealous. She was supposed to remain angry. She was supposed to feel insulted and outraged. And yet, the way his abrupt violence underlined his possessiveness over her didn’t do any of that. It made her blood boil but with desire.

And a dark, hidden side of her only desired to push him over the edge.

She raised her chin proudly. “I don’t know what you’re talking about.”

“First, I had to watch you spend the evening next to that insignificant man. I knew something was up. I’ve seen how uncomfortable you were. And then you attacked him. I was ready to come to you, I needed to make sure you were ok. But before I could, he arrived. That Irish whoreson thought he could behave as if you belonged to him.”

His words gave her a shiver that made her entire body shake as his hold around her neck became tighter. Dean pushed his face closer to her, trying to appear dangerous. The only thing he was accomplishing was making her melt underneath his hold.

“You know how painful it was to see you flirt so openly with him when I barely got to get a direct look from you this entire week?”

He sounded so deliciously tormented it made her purr.

“Tell me how difficult it was.”

“I wanted to kill him,” Dean slid a hand through her hair, pulling her head backwards, making her bend underneath him as he towered over her, “I want to hurt anyone who looks at you with desire.”

His words ripped a moan out of her throat, only prompting him to act even more wildly.

Dean snarled into the crook of her neck, inhaling deeply her scent. Then he shook his head, trying to gather control over his own thoughts. “What are you doing to me? Do you enjoy seeing me go insane?”

Valkyrie hissed as her arms slowly turned around his shoulders. “I do.”

He seemed more than willing to give her exactly what she wished for.

Dean dawned upon her, sealing her lips with his, famished and desperate. His kiss was rude and demanding, as he pressed against her, not caring much about the condition of her dress as his hands grabbed and tugged on it.

Valkyrie grabbed the nape of his neck, looking for something solid to hold onto as she lost lucidity. Every thought in her mind was fogged up, her common sense and morale wiped out, as Dean's hands cruised across her legs, frantically pulling her skirt up.

Nothing mattered anymore if not being lost in each other's arms. Maybe to prove a point. Or maybe because that's how their nature was, impossible to keep apart.

Dean finally pushed a hand in between her legs, making her jerk and choke on her breath to that longed-for touch. He released a deep, loud, satisfied growl as his fingers met with the drenched material of her underwear.

"Is this for me? Or for him?" He wondered against her lips.

"You're such an asshole." She blurted out without even thinking. To her it was obvious her desire was only for him, the idea that he could think she wanted someone else was offensive.

But she liked teasing him too much to make sure that point was extremely clear quite yet.

Every intention of ironing out any misunderstanding was forgotten. At least for now, because she was determined to have him lose his mind completely.

And something told her she was on the right track.

"What did you just say to me?"

"You are an asshole." She challenged him, unafraid of seeing his blue eyes transform from furious to feral. His desire for her had never been hidden.

He pulled off her only to turn her and push her against the wall. He pressed himself against her back, pulling roughly her hair with one hand, unconcerned about her headpiece and even less caring to ruin her complicated hairstyle, and finding again her sweet, hot core with the other hand.

Dean made her bend against him, turning her head forcefully towards him only to press his mouth against her ear. "You don’t even know how cruel I can be," he began, "and you will beg me to forgive your disrespect."

He tugged on her hair, making her bend even more, biting down on her lower lip, and then on her neck, most definitely leaving a mark.

"Dean-" her breath was cut short as she pleaded a silent prayer to him.

As he pushed the thin material of her underwear to the side, dipping his fingers through her wet folds, she did her best to suffocate a moan.

Dean pulled a cocky, arrogant smile, looking down into her eyes, ignoring the way she clawed at him. "What is it, baby girl?"

She knew he wasn't oblivious. It was clear in the way his fingers moved, clearly aimed to give her as much pleasure as possible, following the responses of her body and the rhythm of her quickened breath.

Suffocating a louder moan, biting down on her own lip, Valkyrie felt the pressure of an orgasm already mounting inside of her but before she could enjoy feeling it grow, Dean slapped her most sensitive skin, startling her, making her jerk between his arms. Even though surprising, the quick, light shot of pain that gesture released through her carried the deeper roots of pleasure.

"Do you really think I'd let you win so easily?"

"Fuck-" She choked as he buried two fingers inside of her, stretching her out, coating his digits in her hot juices.

He growled satisfied against her ear.

Valkyrie was already willing to drop every inch of her pride, unable even to consider fighting him any longer.

"Please, I need you." She didn't even care that they were exposed in a public space. Anyone could turn the corner any minute. "Please, just fuck me."

Dean evilly chuckled at her desperate request. He pumped his fingers inside of her, finding her clit with his thumb, relentlessly set on truly torturing her with blinding pleasure.

Instead of indulging her request, he did the opposite. As soon as her pleasure rolled closer to the edge, he denied her release once more, dragging his hand away from her entirely.

Dean turned her around rudely, without finding any opposition from her whatsoever. Once he faced her a satisfied, mischievous grin appeared on his lips.

"Look at you, already in shambles," before she could say anything Dean grabbed her by the neck again, pinning her there, "such a mess. So pretty."

Making sure their eyes were locked, he slid his hand over her jaw, just to caress her lips with his thumb. "I could do what I want to you."

"Yes," she confirmed, whispering against his finger. Dean trembled, so clearly struggling to remain focused.

Again, she didn't oppose him, on the contrary, her lips were ajar and welcoming as soon as he pushed his thumb into her mouth. She sucked on it, willingly and loudly, swirling her tongue around his digit, enjoying seeing him rolling his eyes in the back of his skull as a soft moan left his chest. Pleasure clearly rolled through him as his knees seemed to become weaker.

He fed her the same medicine. Bringing his fingers to his mouth, sucking her juices off his digits, he released the most ravishing, low, moan, truly satisfied in tasting her pleasure.

"Shall I fuck you now?" He wondered pushing his thumb deeper into her mouth, "That's what you want isn't it?" He wondered, receiving only a whimper in response. His smile grew sharper. "You want me to stuff that pretty pussy with my cock?"

Now she was the one who rolled her eyes.

Valkyrie tried to touch him, feeling the desperate need to fill her hands up with the material of his suit, desiring to tug at his hair and dig her nails into his skin, but before she could, he was ready to grab her wrists in one hand, pinning them over her head, immobilising her.

"Shall I fuck you until you beg me to stop? Shall I fucking ruin your pretty pussy? Uh? Is that what you want, baby girl?"

The yes she tried to whisper was suffocated by how he grabbed at her jaw.

He acted so rudely that it only made her stomach twist, bringing her to press her thighs together trying to find any release from the weight pressing on her tired, hot flesh.

"Or I could toy with you,"

The possibility made her freeze as she gasped, looking right into his eyes. "Dean please-" She tried again only to find him grabbing her neck and stealing her breath.

"You're already begging me, that is sweet, angel. But you'll need to earn it. I am the asshole after all, right?"

A shiver crossed her from head to toe, giving her goosebumps. He wasn't wrong, she was already in shambles.

And Gods, how much did she like to be harshly handled by him. And the way he talked, so raw and wild, so honest.

He gave her a shake. "Here's what's gonna happen. I'm gonna fuck your pretty, dirty mouth.”

"Yes," she gasped, famished, already salivating. She was ready to get on her knees for him.

No other man ever had such power over her. And no other man ever will.

"Yes, what angel?" He made her lift her chin, looking down into her eyes.

“Yes, Sir.”

She had found out he liked to be addressed in such a way when he was in control. It turned him on. And so did she, as her own desire was extremely connected to his pleasure. She liked to satisfy him, giving him what he wanted, letting him take everything from her, just as much as she enjoyed when he did the same for her. It was a sweet way to make her forget about anything else and let go of every concern – as soon as she was between his arms, nothing else mattered.

“Good girl,” his praises made her stomach tremble. “Then we’ll see if you deserve to be fucked or if I shall make you wait.”

A hot shiver crossed her spine, nesting directly into her core, making it almost impossible for her to stand still. Only the idea made her tremble. She had to recollect every drop of her control not to whimper at the possibility of having to endure longer penance. Valkyrie didn’t want to risk appearing selfish.

She didn’t have much time to think about that anyways, Dean grabbed her and gave her a solid pull, making her follow him through the corridor. As if he had already mapped that place out, knowing the turns of each corridor by heart, Dean confidently pulled her around a corner and into a forgotten bathroom far away from the party enough to be considered hidden.

As he locked the door behind his back, Valkyrie moved in the small space, pretending she cared even in the slightest about what it looked like. Surely, it didn’t look at all like any public restroom. Money clearly poured through that gallery since they could afford to decorate that space as one would do in the privacy of their own house. It had several types of hand soaps and hand conditioners by the sink, plus fresh sets of towels to dry your hands with, instead of the usual paper towels or air dryer.

For a moment Valkyrie doubted that was a public restroom at all. But then she remembered she didn’t care.

Turning her attention back on Dean she found him looking at her. His eyes cruised on her figure as he slowly unbuttoned his cuffs and removed his jacket. He was looking at her like a famished animal. And Gods she was ready to feed him.

Without him having to say a word, she kneeled, patiently and quietly waiting for him to get close. Her eyes never moved from him – and she could tell he liked it.

Dean wrapped softly his fingers around her chin, keeping her still as he looked down into her eyes. He even offered a gentle, satisfied smile that made his dimples pop as his eyes glimmered full of desire.

“You are such a good girl,” he praised her softly, “so beautiful.”

She didn’t dare to move a muscle or say a word. She was only waiting for his will.

“Remember, I’ll stop any moment, you’ll just have to say the word. Got that, angel?”

“Yes, Sir.”

“Although, since you won’t be able to speak, tap your hand on my left thigh three times to signal me to stop.”

She followed his words with a compliant nod, slowly raising her hands on his thighs, enjoying feeling his solid muscles under her palms more than she would have ever imagined. “Yes, Sir.”

“Good girl.” Dean gave her a fond caress around the jaw before pulling away.

He got rid of his tie and unbuttoned his black shirt, loosening it up around his neck, before undoing his belt and trousers. It was as if he was moving slowly on purpose, only to tease her.

And it was working. She was desperate.

She filled her eyes of his figure, feasting over him. He was so beautiful, so perfect, she could barely think straight. Her skin felt hot and sensitive to the point her dress was starting to chafe her. She only wanted to be naked, feeling his hands, tongue and body satisfying every drop of desire she had.

But Valkyrie also knew to be patient.

Grabbing her chin once more, Dean bent, stealing a rude kiss from her, before standing back up, starting to undo his belt and unbuttoning his trousers.

Her eyes were greedy as she followed the movements of his fingers with great expectations, knowing exactly what was to come and waiting with anticipation.

“Look at you,” As Dean began, a cocky smile printed on his lips, he pushed one of his hands over his boxers, grabbing on the bulge of his erection. The heavier breath he released made her lose her mind.

She was unashamed looking at his erection trapped in his palm and hidden behind the material of his underwear. The way she looked back up at him, eyes full of a silent plea, made him tremble. She wasn’t afraid to show just how hungry she was.

“You want it, don’t you?” The way he teased her, squeezing himself without giving her the chance to actually feast on him, made her almost snap out of it and take it. But she behaved, just submissively and quietly looking at him.

The nod that followed his question was slow and determined. “I do. Please, give it to me, baby.” She knew she was supposed to address him as Sir, but it seemed that he liked to be called baby so much he was inclined in ignoring her misbehaviour.

It actually prompted him to give her exactly what they both wanted.

“Open your mouth nice and wide for me. Let me see it.”

She did as he requested, bending underneath him, even pulling her tongue out. The moan he released in approval was enough of a reward. But was topped only by Dean finally decided to whip his cock out.

Valkyrie was on him in a second, too desperate to wait for him to make the move.

She ran her tongue on his shaft, base to tip, enjoying feeling how heavy and hot his flesh was. His skin tasted delicious. It was a prohibited and powerful flavour that made her every nerve tremble and her core ache.

She whimpered, wrapping her lips around his throbbing head, sucking on the tip of his cock as she swirled her tongue on it, enjoying immensely seeing him release a moan as he bent his head backwards.

But then, as he dipped a hand into her hair, still not caring about grabbing, pulling and ruining her hairstyle, the pace changed. He imposed her to be still as he pulled back enjoying watching down at her as his cock rested by her already puffed-up and humid lips.

A satisfied smile appeared on his lips. “I’ll fuck your throat now. Hard. Is that ok, baby girl?”

Not that she thought she actually had a choice, but Gods she wanted nothing more. As she nodded, Dean pulled her hair rudely, shaking his head. “No. Say it.”

“Fuck my dirty mouth, please.”

Her voice made him tremble, she could see it in the way his shoulders twitched and his fingers clutched her hair. He wasn’t expecting anything more than that and didn’t waste any more time playing stupid games.

Grabbing her hair to keep her steady, Dean pushed his cock into her mouth, all the way to the back of her throat, stretching her sweetly and painfully. The low, deep moan he released was music to her ears. Valkyrie had to fight against her gag reflex, as he choked her, but it wasn’t like she didn’t like it. On the contrary, her core twitched and her fingers curled around the soft material of his elegant trousers as she took every inch of him.

He gave her a few moments to get used to him, pulling in and out of her mouth regularly so she could catch her breath and learn to pace it, quickening his rhythm every time until he was fully pumping into her throat.

She didn’t even care about how messy she looked because he seemed to really like to ruffle her up. The way his turbid, hot gaze travelled across her face as she sucked on his cock was enough praising. He liked seeing her chin coated in dribble or hearing the noises she made choking on his erection and he was very vocal about it with either dirty praises or loud moans.

Dean abruptly pulled away from her, looking down. Grabbing her chin, he made her bend her head to look up at him and enjoyed watching her catch her breath.

“I want to stuff that pretty mouth of yours with my cum.” He announced. The raw power his words carried made her whimper. Valkyrie was already nodding even before she could think properly about his words.

“Look at you, so desperate and beautiful. I should have known that I only needed to shove my dick deep into your throat to shut you up.”

“Don’t forget it next time,” as she dared to challenge him, knowing exactly what she was doing, willingly teasing him being disrespectful, Dean pulled her hair, giving her a shake, making her pay for her words with a soft smack on the cheek.

“Careful, baby girl. You are so close to your reward.”

She truly weighed her options. The thought of jeopardizing her immediate future pleasure just to disrespect him some more only to push him over the edge and have him being rough was really tempting. But she decided to shut up, knowing misbehaving was funny only at the moment, but she would have most definitely cursed herself later when he would have denied her pleasure for an indefinite amount of time.

Taking his own joke literally, Dean still prevented her from even risking to say something she would have regretted pushing his cock back into her mouth. This time, he didn’t give her time to adjust and had very little care for her choking. He was selfishly focused on his own pleasure as he fucked her mouth until his own orgasm left him whimpering and shaking.

As he came, filling her mouth with his warm seed, the deep moans he released, mixed with his soft praises, was the sweetest sound she had ever heard.

Dean looked down at her, his gaze was sweet and affectionate as he dropped the act for a moment. Pulling away from her, he again made her look up at him, this time only gently pushing her chin up.

“Swallow.” He ordered softly.

Valkyrie obliged, making sure to gulp down his seed as evidently as she could, only to give him a spectacle, since he liked it so much.

The way he was looking at her was the only reward she needed.

Dean didn’t give her much time to catch her breath, he pulled her up and pushed her against the countertop, dawning upon her in a famished kiss.

“I’ll give you anything you desire, now.” He breathed heavily against her lips as he helped her hop on the edge of the counter, trying to push her skirt up as quickly as he could as if it was a matter of life and death to nest between her legs. “I can fuck you now, or we can wait to go back to the hotel, it’s up to you.”

Valkyrie's only response was a soft whimper as she let him trace her jaw with his lips, automatically bending her head to uncover her neck for him.

“I’ll give it to you hard and quick now. Or, if you wait, you can have me at your disposal all night later.”

Both his offers sounded so tremendously sweet Valkyrie didn’t even know the point of choosing.

“I want both.” It was an offer and an order. Because she wouldn’t have let him get away for either.

Her breath was hot and heavy as her words prompted him to nibble on her neck. “Someone’s hungry.” His chuckle vibrated through her skin, giving her a shiver.

Just now she realised to be finally able to push her hands into his hair, unconcerned about messing up his look.

“Just fuck me.”

“You’ve been such a good girl I will pardon your bratty impatience.”

“Dean, please,” she begged, wrapping her arms around his shoulders and her legs around his waist. He rewarded her by sliding his palms on her opened thighs, reaching dangerously close to her drenched, aching core.

“You are so cute when you beg me to fuck you. You almost make me want to keep teasing you.” To underline his words, he slid his fingers playfully over the material of her underwear, only to retract them across her legs.

Valkyrie hissed, victim of her own frustration, but before she could do anything about it, taking the situation into her own hands, Dean finally answered her prayers.

Pulling away from her, he slid her underwear off her, tracing the edges of her legs with a soft brush of his fingers. He kept that thin piece of material like a trophy, stuffing it in his pocket, as he then proceeded to rid her of her shoes too. The heels fell heavily on the floor and, as their smack echoed in the restroom, also did the relieved sigh that left her chest. Dean wasn’t done taking care of her though.

“There you go, darling.” He lulled, wrapping both his hands around her feet and ankles, one side at a time, giving them a squeeze to softly massage her tired muscles, before carefully guiding her to wrap her legs around his waist so he could go back to nesting where he was up to a moment ago.

“Thank you.” She purred, welcoming his care with a warm smile. Her hands slid across his chest, over the material of his black waistcoat, only to drag him closer to her, to trap his lips in a grateful kiss.

Dean pushed his hands up on her thighs, trying his best to make way in the layers of the voluminous skirt of her dress, even releasing a frustrated grunt himself when he realised that the dress was in the way regardless. And it was covering most of her skin.

“Fucking hate this shit. You look amazing in it, but God help me for what I’ll do to you once I’ll be able to take it off.”

An amused smile rolled on Valkyrie's lips as she pressed her shoulders against the big mirror behind her, leaning on her elbows, just so she could get a good view of him. “Didn’t think something so small could threat your patience that much.”

He replied giving her a rude pull, rolling his arm around her waist, just to hold her up as he pushed his free hand over her core. The moment his thumb found her clit moving in quick, relentless caresses, Valkyrie choked on her breath. Going from total frustration to the opposite side of the spectrum without any warning brought her quickly and violently close to the edge.

Dean enjoyed watching her unravel underneath him.

“I am not a patient man.” He grinned down at her like a hungry wolf as she moaned loudly.

As if her body was singing a song to him revealing the secrets of her pleasure, he knew exactly the moment her orgasm started to approach, so, instead of letting her cum with his fingers, he pulled away only to find the right position for his already hard, proud cock.

As he slid inside of her Valkyrie tried not to cry out his name, desperately failing. Her eyes rolled in the back of her skull, while welcoming his size stretched her, finally filling her up just as she had desired to feel for so long. A hot, heavy shiver ran across her back the moment she realised Dean had every intention to show her just how impatient he could be. He gave her no time to get used to him as he started pumping in and out of her.

“I’m going to come,” she whimpered.

Dean wrapped his free hand around her neck, giving her a squeeze, nodding looking right into her eyes. “Then do it, angel. Let go. Come all over my cock.”

His voice, the stronghold of his hand, his beautiful cock stroking her so sweetly, the way Dean looked at her with such anticipation and devotion, tipped over the edge in seconds.

“Yes, baby girl, give it to me.” His praises only helped make her more of a twitching, whimpering mess as her pleasure took over her body, blinding her. She called his name to the Gods in a blessing for Freyr, Freyja and whoever was listening.

Dean was relentless. He didn’t give her a second to rest, fucking her right through the waves of her deepest pleasure and into overstimulation, bringing her to bend and claw at his clothes as she cried her moans out loud.

“Tell me,” He bent over her as his grab around her neck became slightly tighter, “is this wet, desperate, hot mess you are all for me? Or have you been thinking about that potato eater too?”

She knew he was only teasing and yet the look she shot him was more than enough for an answer.

“All for you,” she moaned heavily as Dean let her breathe freely. “Only you.”

He pushed deeper inside of her releasing a loud grunt, his hand easily finding her hair to pull it, making her bend her head and expose her neck to him just so he could assault her sensitive skin marking her. “You are mine.”

“Yours,” she agreed, “do not forget that warrior. I want only you.”

Her words made him release a soft whimper, only prompting her to wrap her arms around him, both to hold onto his solid shoulders and to cradle him.

Her stomach twisted as another thick wave of pleasure raised through her, and Valkyrie didn’t have any shame to announce it loudly.

“Me too, baby girl. I need-”

As a moan cut through his words, she caught him, sliding a hand around his jaw she brought him to look into her eyes. “What do you need?” She caressed his lips with a soft brush of her thumb.

“I want to fill you up. I need to come in you like a fucking animal.” His voice was coarse as his breath broke, but more than that, it was his frenzied look that gave her a shiver. He wasn’t all there and his words were true desire. He wanted to mark her in the most primal way.

And may the Gods have mercy on her because she wanted him to do it so badly.

“Do it, baby.”

“But-”

She hushed him gently, shaking her head. “No. I can’t. I’m a deity, you won’t impregnate me.”

Something twitched in him as if somewhere hidden deep inside of him, that was the entire point. But that impression was gone in a second, as he dived on her for a heated kiss.

He did exactly what he desired. Took him only a few moments to push her over the edge of another orgasm and as he praised her fondly for it, he let his own pleasure flow as her core squeezed him dry. Feeling his pleasure release inside of her was a ravaging experience. It carried pure feral energy, as she realised, she wasn’t the only one being marked by him. He was hers forever now.

They remained tangled and breathless for a few seconds, as none of the two dared to move as a heavy blanket of calm draped around them.

Moving slightly, Dean was back to his sweet self as he looked into her eyes. He offered her support, helping her up. “Are you ok?”

“Never been better.” She chuckled, still needing a moment to catch her breath.

Dean made her lean against the sink as he bent over to grab a towel, never actually letting go of her. He helped her get cleaned up and then watched her closely as she decided to remove her headpiece and loosen her hair, getting rid of all the uncomfortable pins and thin bands that constricted her.

Just after, as she released a relieved sigh, Dean cupped his hands around her face, diving in for a hot kiss.

“I can’t be without you,” he whispered against her lips, “make me your secret. Keep us hidden from the world. I do not care. But you need to let me in.”

“Ok.” It was everything she offered him. And even if it seemed only a simple word, it was as sacred as a promise made in front of the Gods. “But you need to know that you’re not bound to me. I carry a heavy burden you do not need to share and the door will be open for you to leave any time if you need.”

It was so important for her to make sure he understood, even if she was far from being ready to share what was actually pressing on her chest. She was still too scared to bring him too close to danger to reveal all her secrets.

It wasn’t that she didn’t trust him. He was the only person that made her feel safe and at home in that forbidden place and she wished she could unload her pain, hiding in his arms. It was fear of losing him.

“Oh, angel. I am bound to you, body and soul.” He caressed her face so tenderly it hurt her chest, “I’d die for you. And I’d kill for you.”

She pulled him into a kiss, knowing exactly what weight his words brought. He was serious. And so was she.

“I want to go back to the hotel.”

Her whisper full of promises made a smile grow on his lips. “Let’s.”

He helped her slide back into her underwear, as his hands crossed her legs left behind the traces of a hot caress that made her stomach tremble and her filled core twitch. She was more than ready to have more of him.

Then, kneeling in front of her, he helped her wearing her heels, leaving soft kisses on her ankles and calves.

Valkyrie released a soft sigh, letting her head fall backwards. “You need to stop or I won’t let you leave this bathroom.”

“And that’s a threat how?”

She had to gather all her better judgement and self-control to just get to the door instead of pushing him to sit on the toilet and hop over his hips.

Taking only a moment to recollect herself, Valkyrie opened the door. Knowing she was walking on wobbly legs, Dean was by her side in a second, wrapping his arm around her waist.

He carried his jacket and tie on one arm, just as she carried her headpiece and purse.

They both looked a glorious mess and definitely like they were done with that gala event.

Taking advantage of the empty corridor, Dean pushed a soft kiss on her temple. “There’s not much secret to keeping if we leave together in front of that hoard of paparazzi just outside.”

“I don’t know if I care enough.”

Dean wrapped his hands around her face, kissing her forehead and then lips. “I repeat, what did you do to my Eir?”

“It’s the dress.”

They both chuckled, leaning into another soft kiss.

Their bubble had to burst sooner or later, though.

Valkyrie knew they weren’t alone even before she perceived the shadow invading the empty corridor. A frosty shiver crossed her.

Then, a burst of known laughter invaded the space, followed by a series of slow clapping.

“I didn’t know the great Valkyrie was such a slut.”

Malone stood a few metres from them, a cocky, disgusting smile printed on his face as he looked down at them, particularly at her. His contempt was so clearly printed on his face.

She had to grab Dean to keep him from immediately jumping the guy. “Dean, no. It’s not worth it.”

He wasn’t even looking at her. His dangerous, razor-sharp gaze was pointed to the man who offended her, as he was already so clearly ready for a violent fight. “Say that again, motherfucker.”

“What? That she is a whore?” As Malone openly offended her again, Valkyrie had to push solidly on Dean’s chest to keep him there. “I am surprised you pretended to be so high and mighty with me earlier. All pure and proud. Now I get it. Is it the ginger hair or them being simply scum?” A burst of evil laughter released from his chest. “I am kinda glad I’ve dodged it. God, I don’t even want to think about it. Disgusting. Getting fucked in a bathroom always tells you enough about a woman's character, uh?” It was as if he was trying to get Dean’s approval, not realising or not caring he was only increasing his blood thirst.

“What bullet did he dodge?” Dean wondered not paying attention to him.

“Oh, you think she wanted you when she fucked you? Sweet.” Malone cut through before she could even start answering. “No, no, no. She wanted me, and she knew she wasn’t at my level. Now I understand. So, that is why you refused my offer, uh?”

“You are delusional.” As she barked at him, she felt Dean freeze under her hands.

“What offer?” He asked, still only looking at her. His tone was softer as he talked to her, but the danger vibrating through his words as anger rose wild inside of him was undeniable.

“To take me back to his place. He implied-”

“I didn’t imply anything, I simply offered to show you my art collection.”

Both she and Dean ignored him, from holding him back, she started to slide her hands across his chest, bending by his side, until she reached for his hair with one hand, wrapping a finger around one of his longer locks. “And when I refused, he made it clear to me that he didn’t care much if I said no."

"Is that why you attacked him?"

"Yes. I do not condone men who think they can violate a woman's will."

"Man, don't listen to her, she is full of shit. Honestly, you're better off listening to me. And probably you might want to get checked out, who knows what kind of diseases she carries."

The dirt and the implications of his words made her stomach twist in disgust. A twitch tensed her shoulders as she felt the weight of the meaning of his intentions.

How many women did he hurt that way or worse?

He deserved to be hurt.

And she could feel Dean's anger grow and shape him into a beast.

So, she simply let go of him, sliding to the side. "Get him, baby."

If Malone didn't consider a woman able to stand for herself, he would have certainly understood the message Dean brought.

"Hey, woah, don't listen to her, she is only manipulating you, don't you see?"

"God himself could walk down here and tell me I am the new messiah but I'd still doubt it if she said otherwise."

He was on Malone in a second, grabbing him and twisting painfully his arms behind his back in a submissive pose, pushing him against the wall.

"I worship the ground she walks on. Do you understand me?" He pushed Malone against the wall. And then again, this time holding his hair, making sure to smack his face against the wall. "Do you understand what it means when I say one word from her and you're dead?"

As Dean snarled dangerously to Malone's ear, Valkyrie smiled satisfied, sliding close to him. Feeling her move by his side, Dean pulled his hair bringing him to look at her. "So, you better apologise. Profusely."

"And if I don't?"

A moment before Dean could snap and smack his face against the wall again, attempting to make some abstract work of art with his blood, Valkyrie intervened. "Dean, stop."

She only wanted to mock Malone, and as if Dean knew perfectly what she thought, he did exactly as she said.

He didn't let go of him though.

Malone sent her a quick look, even then, not hiding a cocky smile. "I knew you would come to your senses darling. See? That wasn't difficult, even for you."

"Actually," she pretended to think about it, "please, do hurt him, my love."

Dean moved immediately as soon as she spoke. It was as if her will was connected to him. He pushed Malone's face against the wall, this time slowly, squeezing against it until the man started to groan in pain.

A sadistic smile popped on Dean's lips. "More?" He asked, looking at her.

"I don't know," she tapped her index on her chin, "are you done calling me names?"

"I'm not, you fucking whore. You and your dog will regret this."

Dean punched him in the lower back twice, fast and hard. "Sorry, I don't know if I've heard you properly."

A shiver crossed her as she watched him enjoy hurting someone that disrespected her. Gods, it was inebriating. The sense of power and respect Dean's behaviour gave her was simply perfect. She felt like a queen.

Malone wheezed a slimy laughter. "Go on. I'll sue you from here to oblivion. I'll ruin you."

"Do you know who I am?"

"Oh yes, you fucking insane bastard."

A dangerous laughter vibrated through Dean's chest as he pulled the man around and wrapped both his hands around his neck. "Then you'll know I do not care about your useless threats." And he squeezed. "Disrespect my woman one more time and I swear to everything that is holy that I'll break you."

Valkyrie smiled, basking in the violence unravelling just before her eyes and in her name. She purred, sliding by Dean's side, caressing his tensed arms as she placed her chin on his shoulder, tenderly rubbing her forehead on the side of his face, like a cat, as if he wasn't in the process of choking someone.

She was deaf to the noises Malone was making, as his cries for Dean to stop were reduced to pitiful whimpers. And she was most definitely blind to his weak attempt to grab Dean's arms and fight him off.

Valkyrie moved behind Dean, wrapping her arms around his waist now pushing her face close to his neck. She lulled sweet words into his ear in her native language, praising him and her respect for his valour.

The look she slid on the man he was pinning to the wall, as their eyes crossed, was merciless and as cold as ice as her lips curled in a dangerous smile, similar to the one of a wolf.

She watched him slowly losing strength, as his face became redder and redder and his eyes more and more widened. True fear started to grow in his eyes the longer Dean's hold would became tighter.

Just when she noticed his eyelids fall heavily on his eyes, Valkyrie brushed her lips under Dean's ear. "Let him go."

Dean obeyed, immediately stepping away but still watching Malone's body heavily falling to the floor with a smile printed on his face.

The man coughed and gagged, pulling his arms to his own neck, trying to catch his breath as he pushed himself away from them as much as he could, crawling on the floor.

"Look at you, you sick fuck," Dean leaned close to him, still acting as threatening and as pissed off, "pathetic, wiggling like a worm."

Valkyrie was still close to him and casually placed a hand on his shoulder so openly displaying her closeness to Dean with no fear, despite what had just happened.

Justice was so sweet.

She let that feeling run through her, filling her up as it became the true essence of everything she was.

"Please, no more." Finally, Malone seemed to break as he begged, hiding his face from them as much as he could.

Dean grabbed him by his hair and pulled him up like he weighed nothing. "Say you're sorry, you piece of crap."

"Fine, I am sorry!"

"Not to me, you pathetic pig. To her."

A shiver crossed her back. She had lost every interest in the situation. Everything she wanted was to have Dean all to herself to thank him properly for his disposal of valour.

Nothing ever turned her on like what she had just witnessed.

It was primal and it was violent. And it was beautiful.

Despite the flaws he might have had, which she still had to meet because she didn't care if he was brutally honest or slightly rude or handsy, he was a man worthy to be called so.

Her Gods were right to smile upon him.

And he was her warrior.

That was the moment she realised she wanted him by her side forever.

"Shall I break your fucking arm to get it out of ya?"

As Dean shook the man, Malone squealed, finally looking at her. "I am sorry."

"That's not enough." Again, Dean shook him like he was nothing more but a dirty, wet piece of cloth.

"Please," Malone looked at Dean first, just to realise his mistake in time and look back at her, "I beg you to forgive me. I didn't mean to offend you."

"You are not forgiven.” She stated, raising her chin proudly. “You’ll never be forgiven for what you have done to me, or other women alike, both in less or worse degree.” Valkyrie then bent taking advantage of Dean still holding the man steady. Her look was brutally determined. “May Baldur curse your appearance. May Forseti see that justice is brought upon you. May Freyja and Freyr curse your fertility. May Frigg never let you marry. May Loki curse you. May Odin and Tyr ruin you. May Vali see that everyone you hurt is avenged. May the Norns see that your fate is ruined. And May Hel welcome you with open arms into the tormented, darkest pits of Helheim.”

To every calling to her Gods, Valkyrie drew an invisible rune on Malone’s forehead, truly hoping that her pleas would be listened to. But also, even just enjoying the pure terror in Malone’s eyes to every single one of her curses was enough to bring her satisfaction.

Finally, Valkyrie hinted to Dean to let go of the man.

She enjoyed watching him wiggle and crawl away from them, as he kept begging them for mercy, pressing himself against the wall, hiding his face on the floor, acting like a hurt insect.

Dean moved around her, going to retrieve the stuff he dropped on the floor and then he casually wrapped an arm around her shoulders, dragging her away. As if nothing happened. Definitely, a man like Malone didn’t deserve to receive any more attention.

“Remind me to never to piss you off, angel.” He chuckled to her ear, pressing a fond kiss on her forehead.

She turned towards him, pressing her smile on his chin and then reaching for a quick kiss. “You’ll just have to keep me happy and satisfied at all times, I guess.”

“I can do that.”

Valkyrie liked to nest under his arm. She liked how it felt to be so close to him. And she liked the belonging that pose implied.

“Ready to go?” She wondered looking up at him a moment before they’d turn the corner back into the more crowded side of the gallery.

“Are you?” He winked at her, offering the softest of smiles.

She got lost in his eyes for a second, unaware and unconcerned about how deep and totally on display her feelings for him were. Not that Dean did anything to hide his closeness to her either.

Her nod was quick and determined. She didn’t care anymore. And maybe it was wrong. And maybe she would have thought about it at a later date and regretted her choices, but, for now, she was done hiding.

“Let’s go, then.”

[readingandwritingandreading]

The Day Before You ~ Masterlist

Summary: Forced into an awkward dance with a stranger at Sheamus’s wedding, Ridge doesn’t think he’ll ever see her again until she turns up at a show a few months later with Sheamus’s wife and he gets a second chance. 

Pairing: Ridge Holland x OFC Lyssa Hutchinson

Warnings: A couple cuss words currently, smut in chapters marked with *

Status: Finished

Part 1

Part 2

Part 3

Part 4

Part 5

Part 6*

Part 7

Part 8

Part 9*

Epilogue

[andie01writing]

AlphaSmuts H - Heal

One letter per one shot, all smut

Heal – There is more than one way to heal.

Ft: Pete Dunne

            “I thought you were going to help me train, not play pattycake with me.  Stop taking it easy on me Dunne,” I pant.

  “Ya can’t handle me being rough on ya,” he sneers.  “Ya were tha one that tried to get out of this.”

  “Try me,” I smirk as we tie up again, ignoring his accusations.  “I’m not that fragile.”

His eyes darken as they meet mine.  “Ya brought this on yerself.”

I roll my eyes, seconds before my back meets the mat.

  “Again,” I state.

            The dull ache as my shoulder slams to the mat for the millionth time in the past hour, each hit harder than the last.  Pete seemingly getting irritated with me demanding more each time.  “Again.”

  “Wha?  What is goin’ on wit ya today,” he pants.

  “Nothing.  Come on.”

  “No.  I’m done.”

  “Can’t keep up, Grump,” I taunt.

  “I’m not gonna beat on ya anymore,” he growls.

  “Why not,” I blurt.  “Isn’t that what you guys do.  Break women?”

  “What are you talkin’ about Faith?”

  “Like you don’t know,” I scoff.  The look of confusion has me rolling my eyes.  “Why don’t you ask your buddy Ridge what is wrong with me.  If you’re done, I’ll find something else to do.”

  “Faith,” he calls as I slip through the ropes and out of the ring.  “Faith!”

I make my way to the locker room without a second glance towards the man in the ring.  Grabbing my bag, I don’t even bother changing before heading out.

            Stepping out of the shower, I glance at the mirror to find light bruising across my shoulders and back.  “Nothing, that I fifth of whiskey can’t heal.,” I mumble to myself.  Pulling an oversized shirt on before making my way into my hotel room.  Pouring a full plastic cup of whiskey, I settle on the bed ignoring the buzzing phone on the table.  After five minutes of constant buzzing, I finally pick up the phone.  Pete the readout states.  Hitting the ignore button I move to place it back when it start buzzing again.  “What Dunne?”

  “Where are you,” the man practically growls.

  “In my hotel room.  Bye.”

The phone is buzzing before it hits the table.

  “Not in the mood, Pete.”

  “Don’t care.  Room numba?”

  “Not going to listen to his friends make excuses for him.”

  “What is the fucking room numba?”

  “You’re not coming to my room, Pete.”

  “I will knock on every door in this hotel until I find ya.”

Chugging the liquor, I sigh, “Fine.  Room fourteen thirty two.”

  “Wha?”

  “You don’t think I’ve been at Shea’s side this long and not invested well?  I was downgrading to stay with Ridge.  You got ten minutes starting now.”  Turning my phone off, I pour myself another drink.  “I’m gonna need this.”

Pounding on the door sounds before I even finish pouring.  “The boy is fast,” I mutter moving to the door.  Checking the peephole I open the door.  “What do you need to say, Dunne?”

He shoves his way through the door, snagging my drink as he passes.

  “Come right in and make yourself at home,” I snort closing the door.

Chugging the drink, he turns to face me.  “Lacey Evans,” he snarls.

I’m taken aback for a second.  “Yeah.  Found out yesterday.”

  “He’s fucking Lacey Evans.”

  “Not new information here,” I smirk, taking a seat on the desk to watch the man pace.

  “He has you.”

  “Had.  Past tense.  As in no longer have.”

  “Does Sheamus know?”

I shrug filling another plastic cup with ice.  “Does it matter?  Shea is a good friend but its always bros before hoes.”

The young man is on top of me before I can blink, his fist around my chin tightly forcing me to stare into his blue eyes, the empty cup slamming down beside me.  “No, it’s not.”

  “Whatever you say, Pete.  Anything else?  Cuz your time is running out quickly.”

  “Believe me,” he sneers.

  “Why?  Does he want you to spy on me,” I snap.  “Make sure I am thoroughly emotionally miserable?  That I know how easy it is to replace me with a younger model?  I better model?”

  “No,” he snarls.

  “Then why?”

  “Because…Cuz…” he swallows thickly.  “Cuz I don’t want to loose ya,” he whispers.

  “I don’t think I heard that right.”

His hand moves from my chin across my cheek, to fist into my hair.  “Yea, ya did.”  His mouth captures mine hungerly, groaning when I drop my own cup to fist his tee.

  “I expected a right hook, honestly,” he mumbles, his forehead pressing to mine.  “Had to do it least once.”

  “I might have but you’re pretty good with your mouth so I’ll let it slide,” I smile.

  “Believe me.”

I stare into his eyes and find nothing but rawness there.  He was baring himself to me for not the first time in our working relationship.  Swallowing the lump in my throat, I nod.  “I do.  I’m a little broken right now so I may not be the best thing to hold onto.”

He shrugs, “We can figure it out.  There’s more than one way to heal.”

  “Oh?”

His second kiss is softer, his grip in my hair loosening, his thumb coming up to stroke along my jawline.

  “Oh,” I breathe when he lets me up for air.

His eyes search mine and I smile pulling him between my knees.

  “Alright Butchy Boy,” I throw out his new ring name.  “Heal me.”

His fingers tighten in my hair tilting my head backwards.  “Don’t call me Butch.”

  “Alright Pete,” I smirk.  “Heal me.”

I’m pulled to the edge of the desk, my legs wrapping automatically around his waist.  His hands playing with the hem of my shirt seemingly unsure.

  “Pete?”

  “I didn’t think I’d make it this far,” he breathes pulling a giggle from me.

  “Let’s start with the bed.  Then wherever you feel like going is good with me,” I smirk, nipping at his bottom lip.

The grip on me is light as he pulls me into his arms, his mouth on the side of my throat as he moves through the suite.  My back hits the mattress and I brace for the weight of the man to cover me.  When it doesn’t come, I glance up at the man.  He stares down at me hungerly, mainly glued to my lower half.  Slowly, he moves to kneel on the bed, his hands sliding up my legs.  “Yer not wearing any…”

I roll my eyes, “I was planning on drinking all night.  You’re lucky I put the shirt on.”

  “Naked would have gotten ya here sooner,” he smirks, his hands circling my hips.

  “Says you.”  My hands pull at the hoodie he’s wearing, tugging it over his head.  He settles on his stomach between my thighs.

  “Ya know better than t’ tease me,” his mouth dropping, nipping a mark onto my hip.

  “Or what?”

Pete spreads my lips open with his fingers, making eye contact he smirks before lowering his mouth millimeters from me.  “I’ll tease ya back.”  I cry out when he fastens his mouth over my clit and gently sucks, unable to keep my hips from bucking up at him.  “Nuh uh,” he grunts pinning my hips down.  “Ya said whatever I want.”  He gets to work lashing at my clit with short, firm licks.

I grip the hair at the back of his head, pulling it free from the bun and Pete grunts as I tug gently trying to wiggle free of him.

  “Fuck Pete,” I groan as I feel the orgasm building.  Suddenly, he is gone.  “What the fuck?”

  “Told ya, I’ll tease ya back,” he smirks.

  “That’s just cruel.”

He lays there smirking up at me.

  “Fine.  I’ll be good.”

His eyes darken.

  “But only if you are.”

He lowers his mouth lapping hungrily at my cunt, sending little shocks through me his stubble rubbed your thighs.

  “Fuck Pete,” I moan.  “Right there, Baby.  Fuck,” I cry out as the orgasm finally overtakes me.  Pete lapping at me through it until I shove his face away.  He sits back, licking his lips watching in awe as my thighs tremble with aftershocks.

  “Hey Pete,” I smile, wiggling out of my shirt.  “What to be inside me?  Or maybe…” I trail a hand up in between my breasts.

He nods, shimmying his shorts down his legs.  His cock standing at attention.

  “Yeah?  Where do you want me Baby?”

Strong hands roll me over onto my belly. A swat landed on my ass has me arching my back.  “Fuck,” he breathes, his hands grope my ass.

  “Like what you see, Baby?”

He grunts wordlessly running his cock through my folds.

  “Whatcha waiting for Pete,” I ask wriggling my hips back against him.  “I’m being a good girl, the teasing should stop.  Please.”

His grip on my hips stopping them, “Yer gonna get every bit of me, Faith,” he growls against my ear.  “Gonna’ fill up this little pussy and make ya fuckin’ scream my name.  Make you forget his name.  Just like in my dreams.”

  “Then do it,” I groan, turning to look at him over my shoulder.

He slowly slides into me and my mouth falls open in pleasure.

  “Fuck,” he groans as he bottoms out.  “Don’t even hafta adjust.”  He pulls out slowly before thrusting forward harshly.

  “Fuck,” I yelp.  “Don’t stop.  Just like that.”

  “Yea?”  He bucks harshly into me again.

  “Fuck yeah, Pete.”  Pulling one hand from my hip and to my breast and he stills deep inside me.  His face pressed between my shoulder blades.

  “Pete.”

  “Too good,” he mutters against my skin.

  “You want me to be a little bratty,” I smirk, rolling my hips back against his.

  “Faith,” he growls, his hand groping my breast as the other attempts to still my hips weakly.

  “I don’t think you want me to stop,” I purr, fucking myself back against him.  “Or you would stop me.  “I think you want me to fuck myself silly on your cock.”

  “Fuck yes.  Take what ya need.”

  “What if I need you, Pete?  All of you.”

His hand falls to intertwine his fingers with mine.  “Ya have it.”

  “Promise?”

His fingers tug at my nipple causing stars to flash before my eyes, his hips starting to move to meet mine.  “Always,” he finally growls, bucking into me harshly finally finding his own rhythm again.

  “Thank you.  Thank you.  Thank you.  Fuck, Pete.  Feels so good.  God damn.  Gonna cum again.  Please.  Please.”  His pace picks up, his fingers rolling my nipples exquisitely.  “Pete.  Pete,” I scream as my second orgasm slams into me.  Pete fucks me through it before stilling.

  “Ya ok?”

I nod, trying to find the strength to press back against him as his cock sits deeply inside of me.

  “On yer back,” he mumbles pulling out completely.  “I still have a promise to fill yer pussy.”

I moan at the implications, a smile on my face as I look up at the man.  “Hope you don’t need much of me.  I don’t know how much strength I have left.”

  “Yer already perfect as is,” he smirks, wrapping my thighs over his hips.  “Just continue to take my cock like a good girl.”  He buries his face between my cleavage as he slides back into me.  My fingers sliding into his hair.  I arch against him as his mouth teases one nipple then the other.

  “Fuck Pete,” I yelp as his teeth scrape over the sensitive flesh.

  “Good?”

  “Don’t fucking stop,” I whine, pulling his face back to my chest.

  “Not gonna.”  His hips moving slowly.  “Neva gonna.”

  “God, you feel so good,” I groan.  “Even after two orgasm, I want more of you.  More.”

His mouth moves up to my ear, his hands pinning my wrist above my head.  “Ya got it.  If I can have ya…forever.”

I nod, my mouth unable to form words suddenly.

His mouth devours mine, as he rolls his hips into me.

  “Pete,” I groan, as he tosses his head back.  “You gonna come for me, Baby.”

  “Not yet,” he growls.

  “But you promised.  I need you to fill me up.  Please, Baby.  Please.  Pete.”

Wiggling one hand free I tangle it in his hair pulling him down.  “Please Pete.  Please.”

His mouth covers mine again, moaning into me as he release finally comes.  His fingers wrapping tightly between mine above my head.

  “How long?” I ask as he lays catching his breath beside me.

  “Before Ridge.”

  “Pity.  I missed out on months of that.”

  “Make up for lost time?”

  “Tomorrow night,” I agree.

[dirtywrestling]

Hi! Can you do a Sheamus x male reader where they have rough sex in the locker room after reader confesses to sheamus he has a crush on him? Bottom reader please

Pairing: Sheamus x Male!Reader

Warnings: 18+ Blog, Minors DNI, Bottom!Male!Reader, Locker Room sex, Smut

Commission Requests: Open!

Imagine Requests: Open!

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You were glad you opened your mouth when you did. You were glad that you split your dirty little secret to Sheamus, alone in the locker room. "I like you, okay!" Was all it took for Sheamus to pin you against the wall and have his way.

Your grunts echoed throughout the small locker room as Sheamus was pressed up behind you, his large cock hitting all the tight places in your tight ass. "Fuck, gonna make me come already." Sheamus hissed, his large cock head was red on the tip, his heavy balls smacked against your cheeks with each thrust, ready to be emptied.

"Been that long, huh?" You teased only to hiss lowly as Sheamus gripped your hair, tugging your head back.

"Only good boys deserve my come, are you a good boy?" Sheamus' lips brushed against your neck.

"Yes, yes I'm a good boy." You whimpered feeling Sheamus' large hand wrapped around your aching cock, pressed against your stomach and the wall you were pinned against.

"Then start acting like it." The filthy sound of him thrusting into you faster and deeper erupted throughout the room.

[itjazzbicch]

Brute Feelings

Pairing: Ridge Holland x Fem Reader

Summary: Based on Pretty Please;

While having a playful, intimate relationship, the feelings Ridge and the reader have for one another grow stronger and some of their actions earns Sheamus’s attention and when the reader hears him asking Ridge while she’s not around makes her nervous for a change…

Warnings: SMUT! (18+ ONLY!)

Word Count: 2.8k

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I DO NOT OWN THIS GIF:

Ridge may have taught me a lesson after what happened in our pub, but I was still the crazy girl I was. I even did some things on purpose just to earn a ‘punishment.”

One thing that I was beginning to notice was how it was bringing us closer together too and with work getting heavy, major opportunities coming our way, Ridge, Sheamus and most importantly myself, were in the zone and supporting one another.

Sheamus had what seemed like a war with Gunther and now, it was my turn in the spotlight. It had to be one of the most challenging matches I’ve ever had, a fatal five way match with some of the best women’s wrestlers, including Ronda Rousey.

From beginning to finish, I never stopped fighting and luck was on my side. Ronda thought she had Natalya beat while setting up her arm bar, not getting her to tap just yet. Natalya was reaching for the ropes and Ronda had no choice but to stand so she could try to drag her back and the moment she did, I sent her into the ropes, so that Natalya rolled out to the floor and I yanked Ronda by the hips, rolling back and sitting across her legs while also creating a bridge to the mat, all of my body weight on her and it got me the win.

Not many women here have beaten Ronda and now I was one of them, jumping for joy and shaking like crazy at the crowds roar, smiling more when Sheamus and Ridge made they way down.

“Ridgey!” I jumped straight into his arms the moment he stood up, his smile showing me how proud he was, holding his face in my hands, and I was about to kiss him till I remembered where we were, dodging his lips and hugging his head instead, trying to act normal when I kicked my feet with my fist in the air, “I did it!”

“Next stop is that title,” He smiled back, letting me down as Sheamus came over to hug me next, giving him a good squeeze to try and keep the excitement that I had before I realized that I was about to kiss Ridge in the ring meanwhile no one knew about us, not even Sheamus.

“We’re proud of ya, girl,” Sheamus made sure to squeeze me back, ruffling my hair and laughing before we made our way out of the ring.

They both were truly great friends, rushing to the back so I could get changed and we could go out to a pub for a little celebration. It was one of the best nights we had in quite a while. We got a good bit of rounds, some food and before we left, I let them go get the car while I went to the ladies room.

Before walking out of the entrance, I was looking through my wallet for my hotel room key when I heard Sheamus’s voice:

“So, Ridgey, I’ve been meaning to ask you something.”

I wasn’t sure if this was any of my business, but I was curious, staying inside to listen to him ask Ridge:

“Is there something going on between ya and Y/N that you’re not telling me about?”

Even though I was all alone and they didn’t notice me at all, I stayed as still as a statue, growing more nervous, maybe he noticed Ridge and I’s behavior sometimes?

“What makes you think that?” Ridge asked back, sounding very calm; couldn’t have been me.

“Because, after she won and jumped onto ya, I thought she was gonna kiss ya. That’s not like her.”

Damn it, Sheamus truly knew me well. I didn’t know what to think, let alone do or say anything if I walked out there, hoping Ridge would kill this:

“Even though she acts like a wild animal half the time, she appreciates us and this is her first time getting a title shot. I’m sure she was just overly excited.”

“Maybe, she has her moments every now and again,” Sheamus seemed to accept that answer and I couldn’t stand there being as anxious as I was, acting happy like I was right before we closed up shop, pretending to skip out to them:

“We ready to go, lads?”

Sheamus held up the keys, smiling at me and heading over to the car. I’m glad it was dark in the backseat of the car, being with both of them after hearing that had my leg shaking, I started over thinking, but once we were in the elevator of the hotel and Sheamus got off at his floor first, I felt a little better.

I couldn’t ignore all of these feelings and after all, it seemed that they didn’t notice that I was there, and Ridge was the one I had to discuss this with.

“Hey, Ridgey?” I asked him quietly as the elevator doors closed, staring at the floor, but could feel his eyes on me:

“Yeah?”

I began fidgeting with my hands from the nervousness coming back again, swallowing it down to ask him, “I’m not causing any issues between you and Sheamus, am I?”

“No, of course not!” He said quickly, I’m sure it was shocking for him to see me so shy and quiet, “What makes you think that?”

“I heard what he asked you,” Finally, I picked up my head to look him in the eyes and just as I thought, he had no clue, the shock in his eyes expressing that, “And I couldn’t tell if he was suspicious of us in a bad way, or just curious. I’m sorry that I almost kissed you out there. I was just so happy.”

It wasn’t like me to ever apologize, Ridge staring at me as if he never heard me say those words before, he probably hasn’t truthfully, but he still brightened my mood when he took my hand:

“Don’t be sorry. You had every right to be happy like that and honestly, I planned on kissing you back. The whole thing with Sheamus? I’m sure he just finds it weird because you’re always just so-“

He was trying his best to find the right words, but I went ahead and said for him, “Crazy? It’s okay to say it.”

“Yeah, crazy,” He laughed softly, “But that’s alright. I think you’re perfect the way you are, even if you can be such a handful.”

“Figuratively or physical?” I joked, snickering when he rolled his eyes at me, laughing more he pulled me into his arms and threw me over his shoulder like he always does, stepping out of the elevator:

“Hope you like sleepovers.”

“Only with you,” I was smiling, kicking my feet and stole his hat to play with while he opened the door and the moment he stepped in, I used my speed to slide down in front of him, locking my legs around his waist to keep myself from falling, pulling his head to mine to kiss him.

“Can’t even let me get in the door?” He was always poking at me, but right now wasn’t the time for that, growling against his lips:

“I’ve been waiting all night to kiss you and you know I’m not patient.”

“I know, surprised you could behave for this long,” He chuckled, wrapping his arms around me while saying softly, “But don’t worry, tonight is about you.”

“About me?” Those words made the little devil on my shoulder dance, smiling more as he laid me on the bed, throwing his shirt off and reassuring:

“You.”

“So…” My mind was really getting lost in all of my dirty thoughts, biting my lip while staring at those massive arms and chest of his, “I don’t have to ask or say please? Just do what I want?”

“All bets are off, baby girl,” He winked, coming down to kiss me again, not expecting to be thrown on his back as I laughed:

“Well, tonight is really my lucky night.”

I jumped right on top of him and started grinding against his hard on, gladly giving him a kiss like he wanted, but letting them turn into soft bites while working down to his neck, able to feel his pulse growing, getting a spank and small warning:

“You better not be leaving marks all over me.”

“You’ve done the same to me. There’s a great thing called makeup,” I made sure to leave a dark one just for that, purring in his ear softly, “Besides, you keep lifting your head higher so I can keep doing it. You like it.”

Instead of answering me, he spanked me again and that time it really fired me up, standing up over him in bed, stripping out of my clothes and that’s when I got an idea, hinting as I placed a foot above his arms near the pillows, humming:

“Hmm, what shall I do next?”

“Well, you have two places to sit,” He quickly kicked off his boxers, having me look down briefly at his hand stroking his cock softly, knowing that made me even crazier than I already was, then licking his lips.

He always took the chance to work me, now this was my chance, smirking at him, “I wouldn’t want to wear you down too quick just yet, so-“

Taking another step towards his head, he was on it quicker than me, taking my thighs and pulling me down to sit on his face with a growl, “Takes a lot to wear me down.”

“Shhhh,” I gasped softly, playing with his hair at first while his tongue was at my clit, unable to help the slight rock in my hips when he started sucking next, turning my slight gasps into moans, “R-Ridgey-“

It didn’t take long for my body to reach its first struggling, forehead against the wall and trying to control the trembles, but of course he didn’t make that easy for me, giving me a spank so hard that I squealed, then hooking his arms around my thigh with his incredible strength, and still keeping my hips and legs shaking hard, keeping my body rocking.

Even with his face buried in my soaked cunt, I could see that he was smiling, my body giving off all of the signals that my orgasm was coming, stopped trying to fight the shakes and jolts, going right ahead and grinding against his face quicker than before.

“You just want me to suffocate you, huh?!” I didn’t realize how loud I was, unknowingly pounding my fists against the wall, nearly crying at how hard he was sucking my clit this time, squeezing his head with my thighs as hard as I could.

He still managed to laugh at me under there, panting so hard and my eyes were blurry a bit when I opened them a little, crying out,”Fucking hell, Ridgey! Oh my-, Oh my go-“

Not even for a second, he didn’t let up during my orgasm, and I may have been a soaked, shaking mess, I wasn’t out just yet.

“You alright?” He watched me carefully as I rose up on my knees slowly, still being proud of himself, “That made you really loud.”

“I’m just fine,” I flashed a quick look through my hair when our first time came to mind, how he edged me and had me begging.

“I know that look-“ For a change, that was a good thing to say. He instantly knew that I was ready to pounce, smirking while I slid back, squatting before sitting on his cock slowly.

It was harder to fight the wired nerves than I thought, but I was still capable. Poor Ridgey, he surely wasn’t prepared for my sudden burst of quickness, making sure he got to hear the sweetest moans of mine that turned him on, taking every inch of his cock with every bounce, as quickly as I could for as long as I could, till I fell to my knees.

“I see what you’re doing,” Leaning down to leave marks along his chest while winding my hips, things started to click in his mind, but I played dumb:

“What? I’m just enjoying you. My legs can only handle so much.”

“Liar,” He huffed, being playful and this time, I showed him that he was right, sitting back up and fixing myself into the squatting position again:

“Well, you did tell me that all bets were off. So, you afraid to moan or something?”

This time I had his eyes shut tight and his lip trapped in his teeth, bouncing harder this time too, adding a rocking motion along with it, and even when my knees gave way again, reaching another orgasm, I still kept rocking my hips, noticing how he was panting and his cheeks were red.

“Bet all of that speed going down to nothing drives you crazy, huh?” I left some kisses at his neck again before whispering in his ear, lifting my hips to bounce a few times then grinding down to a slow pace.

“You wanna see crazy?” It was a quiet breath, but I heard it, giggling as I settled, whispering back:

“Give me all you got.”

That moment, I finally realized that Ridge never showed me his crazy side, moving so quickly that I was just suddenly on my back, a single thrust sending the bed against the wall and getting me to scream, his speed outdoing mine.

There were so much power in his hips that I thought he was going to break me into the bed, a pinch in my lower core when he pushed my legs back with them against his chest and when I went to hold his head, he took my wrists, pinning them down with no chance of breaking his strength.

“R-Ridge-y” They called him Ridge The Fridge for a reason, I was starting to feel that weight of pure muscle on top of another orgasm coming like a storm, all of it knocking the air out of me, not able to finish.

“What? Can’t handle it?” He kept his nose against mine, about folding me in half and kept me so senseless that all I could do was whine, walls so clenched around his cock that the friction made me ache.

“I’m about to cum so hard!” I said it as quickly as I could, as it was happening rather, crying again at how overloaded my nerves were, woozy in the mind from all of the pleasure smacking me like a train.

Letting my arms and legs go, I still latched around him, hugging him super tight, feeling his cock throbbing with the last thrusts he had, gasping and making whatever noise felt right at the kisses he left along my neck to help me relax, his cock buried deep and his seed flooding.

“Just know, I’m not leaving this bed until I have no choice,” I chuckled softly before dropping limp, smiling at his laugh too:

“Well, your human body pillow is here, so don’t worry.”

“Good,” I smiled to him, “I know that I’m going to get a good nights sleep.”

After getting cleaned up and stealing one of his t-shirts to sleep in, I was out like a light and slept for what felt like a week, but with my eyes closed, still in a slumber, a pout formed on my face when I no longer felt Ridge’s chest that I was resting my head on.

“Ridgeyy,” I pouted sleepily, my arm still numb when I rose it a little, “Come back.”

“I’ll be right back, baby girl,” I heard from what seemed like a distance, rubbing my eyes and thankfully, it was still dark in the room, but there was a light that my tired eye focused on.

It was the door and I noticed it was open with Sheamus standing there, Ridge answering meanwhile he was still in just his shorts.

“Oh, hey Sheamy,” I yawned softly, then realized what I said, forgetting about last night.

His face was priceless at least, looking to me, then Ridge, the mess of the room. Ridge noticed the same thing I did, but before anything could be said, Sheamus, face and voice still tired, turned and walked away:

“I don’t even want to know what happened in there.”

I had to laugh at that, Ridge shutting the door and looking at the positive side, “Well, we don’t have to explain anything to him anymore.”

“Yeah, I think he took the hint,” I giggled sleepily, cuddling back up to him as he returned to me, “You’re all mine, now.”

[doubletriplepowerbomb]

Mr Lonely part 4

Word count: +2600 (its a short one... I know)

Warnings: none

Tags: @jenn0755 @zappyzoodle @disturbthepearls @lost-in-the-stories @lithesxx @racingandreigns @rocketgirl2410 @vebner37 @therianfurry46 @littlelunaticfringe @finnbalorlover21 @winged-time-criminal @mrsnegan25 @xfirespritex @wefunloveruniverse @mrsambroserollinsacklesmgk

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December 1st. It’s been 3 months since the night we started officially dating. The air was frigid and the trees were bare. Snow covered the ground and the sun started setting at 4 pm. But I wasn’t as grumpy as I would have been, I had him. Things had been going really really well. We haven’t been able to keep our hands off of each other. Sheamus’ large hands hold my hips every time he walks past me and I still feel weak under his touch. When my back is turned to him, he’ll either slap my ass playfully or run a hand through my hair. When his back is turned to mine, I do the same things.

We don’t often make it through dinner. I prefer to dine at home, that way I can crawl onto his lap whenever I want. He prefers to dine out, only so he can tease me under the table and watch me suffer.

He’s been really good about the girls too, there aren’t many that try anymore but sometimes he gets the occasional text. I hate it, I trust him, but I hate it. His number is everywhere in my bar, I’ve tried my best to paint over the pen and marker marks but the carvings remain. The digits dug into my bar taunt me every time I'm working and I hate it. I want him all to myself. This isn’t the first time I’m saying this, he knows how much it bothers me to see his phone number carved into the wooden bar and stall doors. Nothing I can do can get rid of the past.

It was 2 am on Christmas Day.

Sheamus’ phone buzzed silently in his sweatpants pocket. He had worn pants to bed that night, which I found odd, and he never placed his phone on the windowsill near him like he usually did.

I remember waking up to him getting out of bed slowly, I didn’t open my eyes but I rolled towards him and placed a hand on his warm back, he was sitting up. “Go back to bed, love. Ah’m just goin’ to the bathroom.” He whispered. That was enough for me so I removed my hand from his warm skin and rolled back over.

What I didn’t know was that Sheamus was not going to the bathroom. He slipped out of my room and closed the door silently behind him. He had left his laundry folded on my couch, I noticed earlier but didn’t care much. He pulled on a long sleeve shirt and a warm flannel before rummaging through the small pile and grabbing two socks, not turning on any light to see if they matched. He then slipped on his old work boots, reminding himself to get a new pair soon, and his coat before grabbing the keys to his truck and my key to the bar.

-

I woke up on Christmas Day to Sheamus rolling over in my bed and snuggling up closer to me. It was 10 am. I was excited for today, the bar was not open on Christmas so Sheamus and I would spend the evening with my family. Sheamus’ family is in Ireland, he doesn’t talk much about them. All I managed to know is that he doesn’t have any siblings and he doesn’t get along with his father.

I turned in his arms so that I was facing him. He always looked so peaceful when he slept. He was snoring softly and breathing steadily. I gently ran my finger along the lines of his face, his lips turned upward when fingers brushed through his beard.

Normally, I would get up to make breakfast but I didn’t want to disturb him. He was always so intense, so charismatic, and so alive that it seemed out of character for him to be so at peace. He looked content. I’m sure the holidays weren’t the best times for him in previous years, I figure he spent them alone. Sure, there were women more than willing to spend the nights in his bed but what did he do when they were gone too? I knew he missed home, he had family at home. He definitely missed his mom. He spoke to her on the phone every day and they even sent letters back and forth-- I was at his apartment once, sitting on the couch while he took a shower after a long day of work, and I saw the most recent letter from his mom on the counter. I didn’t want to read it and I didn’t read it, but I couldn't help scanning my eyes over the page. I caught my name written in a random sentence in the middle of the page… he had mentioned me to his mother.

Sheamus woke up, his bright blue eyes met mine and snapped me from my trance. I blinked a few times and, knowing I had been caught staring, felt a blush bloom across my face. Sheamus only smirked his beautiful smirk and pulled me closer to him. He was always so warm. He pressed a kiss to the top of my head before resting his chin in the place he just kissed.

“Ya look like you've been thinkin’ love.” He mumbled. “Ah can still see the smoke common’ from yer ears from all the effort.” Sheamus laughed at his joke and squeezed me against his bare chest, allowing me to get close enough to slap it. Despite the playfulness and gentleness of my slap, my hand left an angry red mark on his skin. I always felt bad after seeing a mark on his skin, they never hurt him but the stark red against the beautiful white always made it seem like a life-threatening injury. He personally liked all the marks I left on his smooth white skin over the months, he would always admire them after sex.

I playfully pushed away after staring at the mark from the slap and sat up on the bed, “ugh, and to think I was gonna make you snowmen shaped pancakes this morning.”

Sheamus rolled dramatically onto his back, my eyes were drawn to the blanket riding low on his hips. My eyes followed the trail of soft red hair leading downwards from his belly button, teasing what was beneath the boxers he was wearing. “Oh no! Whatever will ah do without three normal shaped pancakes that ya line up on a plate and put chocolate chips on fer eyes?!”

I feigned offense to his overly dramatic comment. “Excuse me? They are cute!”

“Yer cute.” He winked and sent me a boyish grin that made my insides clench. I shut my lips and decided to tease instead. I rolled my eyes and stood up before bending over to grab his shirt. I knew he was watching. I was only wearing underwear. He didn’t move, but he was growing hard underneath the fabric of my sheets and his boxers-- he had taken the sweats off after he had gotten back around 4 am. I slipped his shirt on and headed towards the bedroom door, “I'm making you snowmen pancakes.” I said before stopping to turn around. I turned and my eyes met his, “and you better be appreciative or I will put on pants.”

It was the only threat I knew he’d take seriously.

We ate our pancakes in the comfortable silence that I have grown to love over the past couple months. “You don’t have to leave today, do you?” I asked between bites of pancake. My eyes rose from my plate to meet his eyes.

He finished his bite and my eyes moved to his neck as he swallowed. He took a sip of coffee before speaking. “Of course not. It’s Christmas, nobody works on Christmas.” Sheamus shot me a smirk before shoveling the final forkful of pancake in his mouth. “Yer spendin’ the whole day wit’ me, love.” He wiped his mouth and mustache with his napkin before getting up and placing his plate in the sink. “Whether ya like it or not.” I watched his bare torso and arms shamelessly as he rinsed his plate. I could feel heat shooting throughout my body as his muscles rippled with his effortless movements.

“When do you want to do gifts?” I asked, staring at his back as he placed the rinsed dish in the dishwasher.

Sheamus was silent for a moment but spoke after he closed the dishwasher and turned to me. My eyes were on his body as he turned. “We can do gifts whenever ya want. But ya should go first, ya won’t be able to follow my gift to you.”

I shot him a glare and padded to the living room, where a small Christmas tree stood in the corner by the couch. “Sit.” I pointed towards the couch, the pile of laundry from yesterday was still sitting on one of the cushions. Sheamus sat and I walked to the small coat closet that I had and began digging through the clutter. I emerged seconds later with a medium sized box wrapped in shiny green paper with a golden bow. I placed it on his lap with a kiss to his head and sat on the couch beside him.

Sheamus opened the gift with a smile on his face and a shimmer in his eyes, he looked like the little boy in the photo of him I saw for the first time months ago. The paper was peeled off and revealed a neutral box, he looked at me and raised his eyebrows. I nodded once, encouraging him to continue opening. He opened the box carefully and I smiled upon seeing a small gasp escape from his lips. He pulled the left boot out of the box and turned to me. “How’d ya know ah needed new boots? And ya got the brand and the size and everythin’!”

“Well I’m not blind, your boots are falling apart and you always beg me to rub your feet after work,” I scrunched my nose as I told him. “And you’re not the most unpredictable dresser. You wear the same thing everyday. I took one of your boots to the store downtown a few weeks ago, got the same brand, same size, same color. I have the receipt if you wanna go back and try something new.” I told him.

The Irishman smiled and brought his arm around my shoulders to pull me in. “They’re perfect. Thank you, love. Ah really needed these.” He whispered before pressing a kiss to my temple. “But, my gift is still better than yours.” He teased.

I scoffed and rolled my eyes. “Okay, where is it then?” I asked, looking around. I have to admit, I did my fair share of snooping these past couple days-- both at my apartment and his-- while he was at work and I couldn’t find a thing.

“Well, ah don’t have it here…” His voice trailed off but it picked up again before I could speak. “As much as ah hate when ya get dressed, yer gonna have to.” I rolled my eyes and dragged him into my room. I threw on a pair of joggers and a jacket over his shirt.

I turned to look at him, “Is this good? Or are you taking me somewhere public?” Sheamus chuckled and told me I was fine. I pulled my hair up into a half up half down bun before slipping on my boots and following him out to his truck.

Sheamus had started the truck before we had gotten outside so it was warming up quickly as we climbed in. The air was brisk, the wind was blowing, and snow covered the sidewalks. Christmas hits played at a low volume on the radio. Normally, I’d be singing, but I stayed quiet so I could hear Sheamus' deep accented voice sing the lyrics.

He pulled into the parking lot of the bar and I sat in the passenger’s seat, looking extremely confused. “The gift is in here.” He commented, noticing my confusion. I glared at him before climbing out of the truck and following him to the doors. He pulled the key out of his jacket pocket and opened the door, holding it for me to walk in. I clicked on the lights and looked around, nothing seemed out of the ordinary other than the faint smell of paint-- that I didn't notice at the time.

“Is my gift in here?” I teased.

“Yes, it is. Look around, but don’t touch anythin’.” I groaned, my mom always played the hot and cold game with us on Christmas and I was always so impatient. I looked around for a few minutes, finding nothing. Sheamus knew I’d be searching hopelessly, I was looking for a box. “Look on the bar, love.”

I turned to him, “On?” I wanted to make sure I heard him correctly.

He nodded, “Yes, dear, on.”

I turned back to the bar and walked closer, I saw nothing on it. “There’s nothing here.” I spoke, still looking at the blank wood.

“Exactly. There’s nothin’ there…” His voice trailed off, leaving me to solve his riddle.

It took a moment for it to click. When it did, I took off down the bar. The entire surface was smooth, untouched wood. I ran into the bathrooms, the stall doors were also smooth and untouched. I bursted from the spotless bathrooms and circled around to the tables I knew had been carved. “Sheamus!” I squealed as I ran straight towards him. He was still standing right by the door, he hadn’t moved. Once I reached him he held his arms out for me and I jumped into them-- cliché, I know. But you’d do the same thing if the former town whore, who was now your boyfriend, had removed his phone number from every wooden surface in the bar you worked at because you didn’t like it being there.

“How’d you do this?” I asked, still in his arms. “When’d you do this? I was at the bar last night. Granted we closed early but you were with me the entire time.” I was babbling. I knew I was babbling, but I couldn’t help myself.

“When I woke ya up last night and told ya ah was goin’ to the bathroom. Ah snuck out of the apartment and filled in the wood, re-stained it too.”

“Oh my god, Sheamus,” I pulled my head away from the crook of his neck to look into his blue eyes. They still had that shimmer in them, the same one from the photo, the same one he had when he would ask me to check his essays, the same one when we talked that first night in the bar, and the same one from when he opened his new boots. “Thank you.” My voice came out as only a whisper before I pressed my lips to his.

-

“And that was the moment I knew I was in love with your father.” I said, looking up at my daughter who was furiously typing away on her school-issued laptop. She had approached me earlier asking questions about my relationship with her father for a school project about her family.

3 Christmases after our first together, Sheamus proposed to me in the empty bar. We got married the next fall. That was 20 years ago, we have a son who is 18 and a daughter who is 16. Our son, Andrew, has my hair and my brown eyes. He got my tanner complexion too. Our daughter, Alex, on the other hand, is a carbon copy of the Irishman:" red hair, blue eyes, and beautiful pale skin.

“Wait, dad was… ‘the town whore’?” Alex stifled a laugh as she quoted my words, “How am I supposed to write that into my project?”

I laughed too, “I don’t know, honey. But don’t make fun of dad too much about it, he’ll get embarrassed.” I joked.

My daughter smiled and looked back down at her computer screen. “I’ll just say that you met in high school and met again after college. That’s good enough.”

A/N: chapter 4 was short, but I hope you enjoyed Mr. Lonely! I debated writing the proposal scene so let me know if you want it and I’ll post it as a chapter 4.5!

[mywrestlingdaddies]

stumbling home

pairing: Sheamus x Female Reader

summary: After finishing up at the bar down the street, Sheamus and reader make their way home for some sweet, silly and sexy fun.

rating: explicit (SMUT, fluff)

word count: 1710

notes: This is my first time writing and sharing any fanfiction in about a decade, thanks to @golden-lovers for encouraging me in my writing 💕 also it’s VERY IMPORTANT to note that this is written about full beard, mowhawk sheamus. his hair is unstyled but its longer. this knowledge is essential to exactly 1 line of dialogue in this fic. thanks for your time.

"Come on love, just one more shot. One more shot, I'll polish off this pint, and we can go home." Sheamus' pleading was almost impossible to understand. The more drunk he got, the more Irish his accent. 

"I'll do one more shot with you, BUT," you poked his chest with authority, "you have to come dance with me first"

A grin spread over his face. You moved to grab his hand but he just picked you up instead. You screamed with delight as he carried you to the dance floor. 

It was impossible to tell who was singing louder between the two of you. And you were certain it was the booze, but his voice was magic as he sang. The two of you danced, certain you looked like complete fools, but also quite certain you didn't care. The goofier his dance moves the more you were reminded how much you loved him. As the song began to reach its climax he picked you up again and spun you. You loved how strong he was, hoisting you in the air with no effort. 

When he put you down, you pulled him down to your level. As the song ended your lips were about to brush against his when you said "let's go do that shot" and ran back to the bar.

He caught up to you in a few strides and slapped your ass as the two of you ordered your last drinks for the night. Downing the shot, warmth began to spread. You both laughed when your empty glasses hit the bar at the same time. After paying the tab the two of you made your way to the street. Your apartment was just up the road, a delightful feature of living downtown. 

He furrowed his brow and feigned ignorance "so sorry love, which way is it again?" He shielded his eyes like an explorer as he pointed every direction except the one you wanted him to go. "You know I get lost when I look too long in your eyes" he leaned down dramatically, like he was expecting a kiss but got a playful swat for his troubles.

"You know it's this way, come oooon!" you used both your hands and all your strength to move the big Irishman but his size was much too much for you. 

"I'm sorry my dear, but I'm afraid my feet can't take me any further. You're gonna have to carry me" he pretended to fall on you, then proceeded to actually stumble before catching himself. 

"That's what you get! Come on! I wanna get out of this dress!" You grabbed his hand and this time he followed.

"Well shit if that's what ya want I can certainly help out with that." You both laughed as you made your way to the building.

The apartment you shared was only two stories up, but you were not sober enough for stairs. The wait for the elevator seemed to last a lifetime, but as he wrapped his arm around you and held you tight, that little eternity felt just right.

Fumbling only twice with the keys, the two of you burst through the door. Shoes coming off, keys clanging on the table, and your purse landing in a basket in the hall, you both made your way to the bedroom.

He started to undress, trying to take off his button-up like a tshirt, pitifully asking for help when he got stuck. "Of course I'll help you dear, let's get you comfortable." You started undoing his belt instead of his buttons as he started wiggling.

"Not the pants. The shirt!" He said through the fabric, but his pants and underwear were already around his ankles. You leaned in, your breath warm, teasing him with how close you were when he wiggled again and smacked your face with his dick. "You little minx, get up here and let me out of this fuckin shirt"

Releasing him from his prison, you dramatically rubbed your cheek. "Well, that wasn't very nice" 

He giggled at your pouty face before kissing your cheek. "I'm sorry babydoll. Will ya ever forgive me?"

You kept up the pouty face, crossing your arms. "I don’t know..."

He got down on his knees, grabbing you by the ass and pulling you close. "Oh please darlin. I'll do anything to make it up to you." He lifted up your dress, putting it over his head as he leaned down to  nudge your legs apart. He pulled your panties to the side as he began to kiss all over your sex. "Please baby," he said between kisses, "you know I didn't mean it." 

You giggled as his beard tickled your thighs, trying to hold him in place so you didn't fall over. "Alright alright, I forgive you, now get up here so I can see you." 

He emerged from under your dress, his beard slick with your wetness and his hair a mess. You couldn't help but laugh at such a sight, as you pulled him into a kiss. He stood up all the way, taking your dress with him. You were ready to go now, getting out of your bra and panties as fast as you could. You threw yourself on the bed, expecting him to follow you but instead he just stared. 

"Holy fuckin SHIT you're so sexy." He exclaimed after a moment. You were certain the whole block heard him. 

You did your best pinup pose, dramatically sticking your ass in the air. "Oh do you think so?" You rolled over, striking another pose. "Well I think I've got a man who is even sexier than I am."

"Not possible, darlin. I've never seen a sexier person in my life than the woman right in front of me." 

"But you're sexy too! Admit it! Admit you're sexy too!" You sat up, waiting for his response.

He rolled his eyes, but posed dramatically for you. "You think this is sexy?" You nodded quickly. "What about... this?" He flexed his arms, and you nodded quicker. "But what about... THIS?" and he started helicoptering his dick around. 

Both of you burst into laughter. "You bet your ass I think you're sexy," you leaned back, spreading your legs for him to appreciate the view, "now I need your sexy dick to fuck my sexy little pussy." You used your fingers to spread your lips, further inviting him in. 

"Anything you say, babygirl." He climbed on top of you and slid inside with ease. The two of you moaned in stereo as he filled you. "God damn, you feel so good. I fuckin love-" he stopped mid-sentence and his face contorted. Before you could ask what was wrong, he pulled out and slammed back in as he sneezed. "Sorry darlin. Hair in my face. What was I sayin?"

"How much you love me," you reminded him as you rolled your hips into his. "And I was gonna tell you how much I love you. And how much I love this big cock inside of me." You moved your hips in time with your words and a grin spread across his face.

"Well, I love your lips." he planted a sloppy kiss on your lips. "I love your... neck." He licked a trail up your neck, tickling you with his beard.

Giggling at the contact, you pushed his face back and looked him in the eyes. "I love your beautiful blue eyes. I love the way the corners of your eyes crinkle when you smile." You leaned up and kissed his eyelids. "I love this sexy beard even when it tickles." He tickled your neck with it again just to emphasize the point.

He moved his mouth down near your chest, "I love these beautiful gorgeous tits." He motor-boated you as you laughed. "I love how they feel in my hands." His massive hands spread over you, squeezing several times before continuing. "I love how they feel in my mouth." He pushed both sides together to try and get both nipples in his mouth at once. He used his tongue to go back and forth as his hips moved in and out. 

You held his head close, stroking his hair as he worked your chest. Leaning down, you whispered in his ear, "you know what I love?" He looked up, his eyes going from curious to shocked as you pushed him off of you. Rolling over and sticking your ass in the air you told him "I love how it feels when you fuck me from behind." 

His face went from shocked to excited. He positioned himself at your entrance, teasing you with the head of his cock. "I love seeing you like this babygirl. Spread those cheeks for me." You obliged, using both hands to spread yourself. Instead of pushing further in, he pulled out, causing you to whine. Your whine turned from displeasure to pleasure as he buried his tongue in your pussy. Covering you with his lips and tongue you struggled to keep yourself up.

"Please baby, I want you inside of me," you begged. He gave you one last lick before returning to where he was before. Wasting no further time he thrust right into you, grabbing your hips for a better grip. Risking your balance, you reached up with one hand to rub your clit. "Sheamus. Baby. Fuck me harder. Please..." 

He sped up his thrusts, leaning forward and grabbing one boob, he tugged on your nipple as he kept going. "I know you're close babygirl. I wanna feel you come around my cock. I'm right behind you. Come for me baby." 

His words did you in. Your hand sped up and you felt your muscles tensing as your orgasm overtook you. Letting your other arm rest, you fell forward as he kept pumping into you, chasing his own release. As you contracted around him, you felt him tense and release inside you.

He rolled off of you and pulled you onto his chest. Rubbing your arm and kissing the top of your head, everything felt right when you were in his arms. You both were quiet, just catching your breath before Sheamus finally spoke up "So you really think I'm sexy?"

[romanstheory]

reader is whoever( preferred drew or roman ) boss, and the General Manager of Smackdown. it bothers (whoever )that she has so much power him at work, so he makes sure that he reminds her who has the power in the bedroom

Warnings : Smut, Rough sex, Language

Word Count: 900

18 +

Life is amazing for me, I've gotten the job as the new Smackdown GM. I fully plan on turning this show upside down in the very best way possible. I've come a long way and worked my way up the corporate ladder. All of the superstars on the roster have congratulated me, well, everyone except Drew McIntyre. Drew and I have a not so great past, we tried dating but it never really worked out. He always needs control, and well I don't like being controlled. We've done our best avoiding each other since I've been in my GM position. Tonight we can't do that anymore. Drew and Sheamus are set to have another falling out in a backstage segment where I have to come in and mediate. I finish getting my hair touched up and head over to where our segment will take place.

They've already started when Drew shoots me a quick glance. They begin arguing back and fourth when I run in just before hits are exchanged, standing in the middle of the two giant men. "We are not doing this! Not here!" I yell at the two of them. "Well I guess we need to get in the ring then huh?" Sheamus barks at Drew. "I'd be more than happy to beat your ass again" Drew growls back. "Look I'm the one who makes the matches here, and you two seem to have a lot of aggression you need to get out" I begin "Sheamus, you pick your match type with Drew tonight" I grin grows across my face as I watch the rage build inside of Drew as we wrap the segment up and the cameras go off. Sheamus and the camera crew wrap up and walk away, leaving Drew and I alone.

"What the hell was that?" Drew says angrily. "Business! Oh sorry, did you not like being told what to do?" I reply in a condescending tone. I knew for a fact that Drew could not stand the thought of me being his boss, and I loved it. The night proceeded, Sheamus choosing a no DQ match ultimately winning with help from others. Next Friday quickly approaches and I settle into my office. I hear loud banging at my door "Come in" I yell. The door swings open revealing a still very angry Drew. The door swings shut behind him, he locks it. "What do you want?" I say standing up, walking towards him. "You think that because you're a GM now that you have some kind of control over me?" Drew says through his thick accent "No, I know I have control over you now" I say with a smirk. Truthfully, I knew what I was doing, I wanted to get him going. He was falling right into my trap.

Drew firmly grabs by jaw, pulling me into a deep kiss. "Careful, don't make me fine you" I say looking into his eyes. "Fine me" Drew growls. He backs me up into my desk, pushing papers and what ever else is in his way onto the floor. He lifts my dress up, picks me up and lays me on the desk. My mind is racing with thoughts of what's next. He roughly moves my panties to the side, practically ripping them off of my body before teasing my now throbbing vagina with his lips. "You must have missed me" He says lustfully before beginning to kiss and lick my wet vagina. My body melted for him immediately, his tongue rubbed and explored my clit. I begin to moan and gasp as his tongue folds and flicks all of the right places, I'm close and he knows it. I feel my peak coming as I tighten my legs around his head. He suddenly stops and sits up.

"You don't get to finish until I say you can" Drew says with a smirk. My body was begging for him and he knew it. He unbuckles his pants, kicking them and his boxers to the side before coming back over to me, kissing my neck. He left small marks all along the side of my neck. He pushes his entire length into me, it was almost like my body was relieved to have him inside of me. He quickly picks up the speed of his strokes, crashing out bodies into each other. I begin moaning loudly, the kind of loud that would get us both fired. Drew reaches his big hand over, grabbing my neck while he pounds away at me. "You like that don't you huh! You little slut" Drew growls through his teeth "This is what you wanted isn't it. You wanted to get fucked". I can't speak through my increased moaning, I feel my climax approaching faster than before as I bite my bottom lip.

"Do it, cum for me" Drew demands and he continues stroking me deep and hard. I release all control and reach my climax. It was longer and more intense than it ever had been before. Drew's climax follows as he pulls out of me releasing his load onto my stomach, moans escaping his mouth as his eyes close. He puts his pants back on, taking off his shirt and tossing it to me to clean off with. "When it comes to control, I will always have it" Drew smirks as he walks out of the door

[ricdemption]

Homecoming - Sheamus

Word count: 2361

Genre: smut and a bit of fluff in between!

Pairing: Sheamus x unnamed reader

A/N: So this is my first time writing straight up smut so please be gentle but feel free to give your opinion! This is based on a conversation that @itsreigns and I had a couple of weeks ago based on this picture Sheamus posted on his instagram in his boxers so yeah!! Hope you all enjoy this!!

You didn’t think it would be this hard after dating Sheamus for 3 and a half years and yet here you were, sitting at your desk in a huff because you were missing him. To be fair, you missed him all the time anyways but this time you missed in a more intimate way.

You had met Sheamus after a WWE show with your backstage pass and you’d hit it off from there really. He had followed you on Twitter and after a few months, he had passed on his phone number. From there, you’d met up for a few dates every once in a while and on your third date, Sheamus had asked you to be his girlfriend.

On your 6 month anniversary, Sheamus had asked you if you wanted to move in together and although he was very attached to his place, you had decided that moving into your place was easier due to your job and the fact that Sheamus would be flying around the country for the most part.

You were in the middle of writing out an email to a client before your mind drifted off into thinking about Sheamus and the last time you were intimate with him. It was always great to be with Sheamus. He made you feel comfortable, you didn’t feel forced to do anything you didn’t want to and regardless of whether you were having rough passionate sex or making love, Sheamus never failed to please you in bed.

However, it had been tough with him being absent on tours and such as you had not been able to get yourself off properly, not even with your vibrator. After Sheamus, nothing could quite satisfy you like his fingers, his mouth or his cock. Your vibrator didn’t even come close anymore. With your previous boyfriends, even if they couldn’t get you off, which was often, you would always be able to use your vibrator but Sheamus put that thing to shame now.

You finished off your email before picking up your phone to send Sheamus a text.

How are you darling? I miss you!

Sheamus was generally good at replying because he never let his phone get into anyone else’s hands and soon enough, your phone dinged with a text message notification.

I’m doing good baby, just finished a workout and now I’m going to shower! I miss you too!

Before replying, you decided that you’d send a slightly naughtier picture as the thought of Sheamus in the shower got you going ever so slightly. So when his reply came through, you went off to the bathroom and typed out a reply along with a picture of yourself.

That’s great, but I meant I miss you in a slightly different way…

The picture attached showed a sliver of your lace panties peeking out from your pulled up skirt. You were sure that this would get his attention. And you were right. It did.

Soon enough, Sheamus replied with a picture of his own, however, he had taken his much further than you had. A light sheen on his chest glistened, but the bulge in his boxers was what caused your mouth to form a perfect ‘O’. It was not hard to see the outline of him in the boxers and the ache between your legs only grew.

If it helps, I’m aching too. It didn’t that was for sure. You still had to make through a couple of hours at work before you could go home.

You carried on like this for a while, going back and forth till his replies slowed and you assumed he was pulled into a meeting and unable to reply. Soon enough it was time for you to go home anyway so you didn’t fuss over it much. However, you didn’t know that Sheamus had been informed that the show had been cancelled and he had taken the first flight out home to surprise you.

By the time you made it home, Sheamus was already landing at the airport and was about to head home. You had unlocked the door, dropping your belongings on the floor before shrugging off your jacket and heading to the kitchen. You needed a glass of wine to deal with the stress of the day.

After a glass or two, you went to the bedroom and pulled out your phone to see if Sheamus had texted you back yet. He hadn’t. You were slightly worried but as the sight of his picture still lingered on your mind and on your phone, the ache between your legs got stronger. You couldn’t hold back now and stripped off your clothes leaving only your bra and panties.

Laying on the mass of pillows, you began to think about the pictures Sheamus had sent you and trailed a hand down, stopping at your breasts to tug on your now peaked nipples.

Reaching over, you grabbed your phone from the nightstand to see the pictures rather than simply imagine them and your free hand began its descent to your panties. You teased yourself, running a finger through the wetness seeping through your panties. Just the thought of Sheamus got you so worked up it was almost unbelievable until you looked at him of course!

You imagined Sheamus coming home and simply rocking your world as he always did but as far as you knew, he was across the country getting ready for a show. Pushing your hand through the band of your panties, a groan reverberated through the room, bouncing off the walls as your fingers slipped into the slickness that had gathered.

Your fingers weren’t nearly as long or thick as Sheamus’ so it was hard to experience the pleasure you were used to but you had to make do with what you had. With that thought, you thought about the vibrator you kept in your nightside drawer at the back and contemplated pulling it out.

Reluctantly pulling your fingers out of your panties, you leaned over to rummage through the drawer, palming around to eventually pull out the vibrator. You slipped your panties down throwing them away with a flick of your foot before bending your knees and planting your feet into the duvet. You settled back into the pillows with the images pulled up on your phone and the vibrator running ever so slightly through your slit. Groans and moans slipped out as you worked the vibrator in further and further inside your hole.

Through your groans, moans, and the roll of your hips, you didn’t hear the front door shut, or the sound of footsteps creaking on the steps, nor did you hear the rattle of the doorknob or see Sheamus standing in the doorway.

“Well ain’t this a sight ta come home to?” He spoke, practically scaring you out of your skin.

The hand working the vibrator halted, pulling it out and tossing it on the bed and your head snapped up so fast you were sure you would have whiplash, “Sheamus! What are you doing home?!”

He stalked into the room like a hunter after its prey and onto the bed between your legs, the sight of your wetness made him groan, “Now darlin’ who’s got you all worked up like this? And where did this thing come from?” pointing to the vibrator still buzzing away on the bed.

He took in the situation and saw your phone still lit up, showing the pictures he had sent not even a couple of hours ago, “were you thinking of me?”

A swift nod from you answered his question, “Why don’t you tell me what exactly you were thinking of huh baby?”

Needing him to do something, anything, you choked out an answer, “Just wanted you. Always want you.”

He seemed satisfied with the answer for the moment and picked up the vibrator, testing it out, flicking the switch higher and higher as the buzzing grew louder, the thought of him using that on you made your eyes roll right to the back of your head. “What about this? How often do you use this?”

Not saying anything, you simply picked your hips up, hoping to roll them against something, anything to get some friction but to no avail. Sheamus held a forearm over your stomach, bringing the vibrator closer to your slit, “I need an answer baby girl. Won’t get anything till then.”

Groaning, you called out, “Only when I really need to. Please, baby, do something. I need it so bad.”

Deciding you’d had enough, he switched the vibrator back on and pushed it onto your clit. Your eyes rolled back into your head, fluttering shut as a loud moan echoed through the room. Your arousal heightened by Sheamus using his tongue on you. Flicking and sucking his way to bring you to your orgasm. A hand held his head to your core, ensuring he didn’t stop for anything.

As your orgasm rocked through you, Sheamus continued licking, riding it out with you before tossing the vibrator off the bed, “that thing is good huh?” You didn’t answer, only pulling his head up to finally kiss him, tasting yourself all over his lips, before mumbling into them, “You’re better.”

The hand on his neck remained whilst the one on his head snaked down between yourselves to grab and fondle with the prominent bulge resting on your thigh. “Please… Sheamus, I need you. Please.” You whined as a groan escaped his lips.

You flipped the both of you over and lowered yourself to line your face up with the bulge in his shorts. You suspected he had forgone boxers and your suspicions were confirmed as you yanked them down, lifting his hips to help you before kicking them off, Sheamus pulled you back up for a quick kiss until you pulled away.

Shuffling back down, you picked him up in your hand and gave small kitten licks to the head, getting him familiar with the warmth your mouth brought before you sucked in the head. The warmth of your mouth and the heat of your tongue was simply divine to Sheamus, he would never get tired of how good you were at this, a quick glance through your lashes would show you that much.

With his head thrown back and a hand slithering down to rest of the back of your head and tangle into your hair, Sheamus tried so hard not to push it, he tried so hard not to buck his hips to get you to take in just a little bit more of him. But the curl of your tongue around his length felt unbelievable and he couldn’t resist. The slight gagging noise of him hitting the back of your throat was heavenly to him.

He knew that if you carried on like this then he would cum in your mouth and he wouldn’t be able to feel the pussy he had missed so much so he pulled you up and off his cock with a smacking pop of your lips.

“Can’t babe. Gotta be in you. Need to be in you. Need it so bad.” You loved it when Sheamus got like this. Needy and desperate was a good look on him. It wasn’t one you got often but when you did, boy did you savour it. His lips became pouty and his eyes blew open with lust, want, and need.

He pulled you back in for a searing kiss and his hands slinked down to your hips to settle you just on his abdomen, cock resting against your ass. You moaned into his lips at the feeling of the weight, pushing back against it to let it slip between your cheeks.

Moving forward, his cock sprung back out and you picked yourself up, using one hand to hold him steady and the other resting on his thighs to hold yourself up, you come down just slow enough to tease Sheamus, groans and moans slipping out from you both. You stopped completely, resting on his hips to adjust because no matter how many times you had done this, you still couldn’t adjust to his size.

After a moment, you slowly began to rock up and down, picking up speed as you went on. Hard thrusts started to meet your hips as you dropped down pushing Sheamus in deeper than he had ever been. Reaching places you didn’t even know were there.

“Shit I love ya so much,” he spoke, gasping for air.

“I love you too, you know that,” You whispered breathily into his ear fingernails digging into his biceps.

His hips began snapping up tighter and faster into you. You could feel your orgasm rising, getting ready to tear its way through your body. Picking yourself up, you threw your head back as a hand followed to tug on the stiff peaks you called nipples.

The feeling of a hand tugging your nipples and another rubbing against your clit, paired with the bucking of Sheamus’ hips up into yours was just enough to push you into orgasm. You moaned loudly, mouth forming a perfect ‘o’.

Your clenching walls were just enough to pull Sheamus over the edge with you, grunting as his thrusts became sloppy, stuttering every so often. Twitching inside of you, Sheamus began to slow down, until he stopped entirely and pulled out, completely spent from your session. You groaned slightly at the feeling of becoming empty. He rolled you both over, allowing you to rest on the bed before moving to clean you both up.

He settled on the bed beside you, head resting on his chest as his heart thumped loudly beneath the firm yet soft skin. “Best homecoming ever. I love you so much darlin’.” He spoke into your hair, pressing a light kiss.

“I love you too. So so much.” You eyes were drooping but you had never gone without saying ‘I love you’ back and you wouldn’t be starting now, despite your exhaustion.

“Come on now love, get some rest. We’ve got the day off together tomorrow and I want to spend it in bed with you.” He whispered suggestively.

A/N: Hope you all enjoyed that! Please leave feedback I would really appreciate it, particularly on the smut as I want to improve on it! Thank you!!

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