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Y/N scrolled through her camera roll, giggling as she landed on the picture Seth, caught in the act, a handful of Skittles halfway out of the bag, looking like he was about to commit the most serious snack-related crime in history. His intense stare, slightly furrowed brow, and the casual-yet-calculated way his hand dipped into the oversized bag? It was a masterpiece.
“This is gold,” Y/N whispered to herself, already opening Instagram.
She could practically hear Seth in her head, grumbling about how she always exposed his “private” moments. But this? This was too good not to share. With a mischievous grin, she typed out the perfect caption:
“Busted. @wwerollins thought he could sneak my Skittles… not on my watch 🍭👀”
Within seconds of posting, the comment section was already blowing up.
🔥 The Visionary needs his sugar rush!
😂 This is peak Seth Rollins behavior
💀 Why does he look like he’s plotting world domination with those Skittles?!
🍬 Drip God meets Candy King
Y/N laughed to herself, proud of her work. Seth, sitting beside her on the couch, suddenly noticed her giggles and peeked over her shoulder.
“No way. You did not just post that,” he groaned, though a smirk was already forming on his lips.
“Oh, I did,” Y/N said smugly. “The world deserves to see your true form Seth Skittles Rollins.”
He let out a dramatic sigh, shaking his head. “You act like this is a crime. Everyone knows I love Skittles.”
Y/N raised an eyebrow. “Oh really? Then tell me why you were trying to be all stealth mode when you took them?”
Seth huffed, crossing his arms. “Because the last time I took your snacks, you gave me the silent treatment for two hours.”
Y/N gasped. “That is not true!”
Seth gave her a pointed look. “Babe, you glared at me like I personally insulted your ancestors.”
Y/N tried to keep a straight face, but the memory of her reaction did make her laugh. “Okay, maybe I was a little dramatic.”
“A little?” Seth teased, nudging her playfully.
Just then, his phone buzzed. He glanced at the screen and groaned again. “Great. Now I have Corey Graves texting me, asking if Skittles are my pre-match meal.”
Y/N cackled, stealing a few Skittles for herself. “Well, are they?”
Seth rolled his eyes but grabbed the bag, dramatically pouring a handful into his mouth. “Might as well commit since I’m already a meme.”
Y/N snapped another quick selfie with him mid-chew. “This one’s for the stories.”
As she uploaded the picture, she smirked. “Face it, babe. You’re officially the Skittles King now.”
Seth sighed, shaking his head. “This is gonna haunt me forever, isn’t it?”
Y/N leaned in and kissed his cheek. “Forever and ever.”
And just like that, Seth Rollins and his love for Skittles became an internet sensation for the day.
Seth “Freakin’” Rollins was feeling good. He had just wrapped up his daily workout and was walking through the living room, towel slung over his shoulder. He noticed Y/N’s phone buzzing on the coffee table. It lit up briefly with a notification, revealing the lock screen. He paused mid-stride, curious, and leaned over to get a closer look.
And then he saw the picture. That picture. Seth in one of his most outrageous outfits to date: a massive green fur coat draped over his shoulders, his championship belt shining like a beacon, and a grin so smug it could power an entire arena.
He let out a laugh so loud, it startled Y/N in the next room. “Babe! You’ve got some explaining to do!” he shouted, picking up her phone and holding it up for her to see.
Y/N appeared in the doorway, her arms full of laundry, looking perplexed. “What?” she asked innocently, tilting her head.
“This!” Seth exclaimed, gesturing dramatically to the lock screen. “Of all the photos you could’ve chosen…you went with this masterpiece? Care to explain your logic?”
She set the laundry down and sauntered over, a mischievous smile spreading across her face. “Oh, come on, Seth. You know I love that picture. It’s iconic. It captures everything I adore about you: your confidence, your personality, and, let’s face it, your flair for the dramatic.”
“Flair for the dramatic?” Seth echoed, feigning offense. “You mean my impeccable style and unparalleled charisma.”
“Sure, if that’s what you want to call it,” Y/N teased, taking the phone from him and admiring the lock screen herself. “But honestly, it makes me laugh every time I see it. It’s just so…you. Over-the-top, larger-than-life, and completely unforgettable.”
Seth chuckled, shaking his head. “You have a way of turning my ridiculousness into a compliment, huh?”
“Not ridiculousness. Charm,” she corrected him with a wink. “Besides, seeing your face like that every time I check my phone reminds me of how lucky I am to have you.”
Seth smirked, wrapping his arms around her waist and pulling her close. “Lucky, huh? Babe, you’re lucky? No, no, I’m the lucky one. You get to wake up to me every day. That’s the real win.”
Y/N rolled her eyes playfully but leaned into his embrace. “You’re insufferable, you know that?”
“And you love it,” he shot back, grinning. “But seriously, I think I can get used to being your lockscreen champion. It’s kind of flattering.”
“Good, because that picture’s staying,” she said firmly. “It’s a daily reminder of the man I fell for. Outrageous, charming, and undeniably unique.”
Seth smiled, planting a kiss on her forehead. “Well, if it reminds you of all that, I guess I can’t argue. But don’t think I won’t bring this up whenever I need to tease you.”
“Bring it up all you want,” Y/N replied with a laugh. “It just means I’ll get to remind you that you’re the king of my lock screen and my heart.”
As Seth pulled her in for a deeper kiss, the lock screen photo became more than just a quirky choice it became a little reminder of their perfectly imperfect love.
Y/N had sensed something different about Seth all day. His touches lingered a little longer, his gaze held a dark, knowing glint, and every time he passed by, he whispered something teasingly low in their ear, setting a slow burn in their core.
But they never expected this.
As Y/N sat on the edge of their bed, the air thick with anticipation, the door creaked open. Their breath hitched when Seth stepped in, his towering frame wrapped in the iconic black tactical gear of The Shield. The tight black t-shirt stretched over his broad chest, the vest clinging to him in a way that made Y/N’s pulse quicken. Black gloves flexed over his hands as he slowly pulled the door shut behind him, sealing them inside with his overwhelming presence.
"Miss this look?" His voice was low, teasing, but laced with something darker. Something possessive.
Y/N swallowed, heart hammering. "You have no idea."
Seth smirked, taking slow, deliberate steps toward them, eyes gleaming with mischief. "Oh, I think I do." He came to a stop in front of them, towering over them, radiating heat and authority. His gloved fingers lifted Y/N’s chin, forcing them to meet his gaze. "You like it when I take control, don’t you?"
Y/N felt a shiver rush down their spine. “Maybe…”
Seth chuckled, a deep, rumbling sound that sent warmth pooling in Y/N’s stomach. "Good." In one swift movement, he gripped the front of his vest and yanked it open, exposing more of his toned body. "Because tonight, I’m running the show."
Y/N barely had time to react before Seth’s lips crashed against theirs, hot and urgent. His gloved hand tangled in their hair, tilting their head back as he deepened the kiss, his body pressing them firmly against the mattress.
"God, you look so good like this," he murmured against their lips before trailing his mouth down their jaw, then lower, nipping at the sensitive skin of their neck. Y/N gasped, hands instinctively gripping his vest. The scent of leather and faint traces of cologne filled their senses, making their head spin.
"Lie back," he ordered, voice husky.
Y/N obeyed, heart pounding as Seth slowly climbed over them, his weight settling between their legs. He ran his hands over their body, the rough texture of his gloves adding an extra layer of sensation that sent chills through them.
"You have no idea how long I’ve wanted to do this," he admitted, his breath warm against their skin. "Seeing you watching me in the ring, getting lost in the moment… I see that look in your eyes." His fingers danced lower, teasing, lingering just enough to drive Y/N crazy. "You love this side of me, don’t you?"
Y/N whimpered, their body aching for his touch. "Yes, Seth," they breathed.
A wicked grin spread across his face as he leaned in, lips barely brushing against Y/N’s. "Then let me show you just how much I love you."
And with that, the night unraveled into pure, unrestrained passion, leaving no doubt that Seth Rollins knew exactly how to put his old Shield gear to good use.
TW: Enemies to lovers, one bed trope, real names are used simply because I can. Smut!!! Minors DNI!!!!! PnV, creampie, choking (if you squint), pet names used (sweetheart, slut, etc), dirty talk, oral (f receiving), aftercare. Okay I think that’s it, but please tell me if I missed anything. This is my first ever time posting smut (it was a struggle frfr), but I’m always open to constructive criticism. I hope yall enjoy!
With SummerSlam fast approaching, Y/N has been operating at one-hundred percent at all times. Her foot has been on the gas pedal, desperately needing to win the women’s title. With the way her story has been playing out, Paul Levesque had already assured her that the match would ultimately work out in her favor, and even lead to a bigger match during War Games season.
Things are on the up and up, that’s why she doesn’t mind putting in the extra effort. Staying a few hours later than the other stars to run over certain moves, spending more time with the writers to fine tune her story, cutting more promos, even making extra appearances on SmackDown when she’s signed to the Raw roster. It’s all been paying off.
The only time she regrets it in the slightest is on nights like this. She has to catch a red eye flight out of Knoxville Tennessee to get to Cleveland Ohio for a charity event on Sunday before Raw on Monday. Some days she truly doesn’t understand how she does it. Eventually she knows she’s going to run out of gas, but thankfully, that day hasn’t come.
The plane ride itself was uneventful. Not many people were coherent enough to bother her anyway. She didn’t see anyone else from the roster on that flight, most of them opting to take an earlier trip out. Y/N had stayed behind to do a few extra meet and greets, choosing the latest flight possible.
“Yeah, I just landed,” she says with a small huff as she walks down the stairs to find baggage claim.
“All right, well I’ll send you the address to the hotel we’re all staying at,” Paul Levesque tells her, his voice showing his lack of sleep. “There should be a rental car already waiting for you.”
“Thank you, Paul,” Y/N says gratefully, grabbing her f/c bag from the conveyor belt. “You’re genuinely a lifesaver.”
“Least I could do, kiddo,” he waves off. “You did us all a favor by staying late and doing all that extra stuff. You work hard, making sure you got a rental car and a room was nothing.”
“Well, I appreciate it nonetheless,” she replies fondly. “I should be there shortly. I’ll send you a message when I get there.”
“Thank you. All right, I’ll see you bright and early tomorrow morning.”
“Okay, I’ll see you then. Bye.” Y/N swiftly hangs up the phone before walking over to the rental car desk and picking up her keys.
Y/N’s eyebrows rose in surprise when she came face to face with a sleek black Mazda. It looks almost brand new and for a rental, it couldn’t have been cheap. She can’t help but shake her head with a fond smile. Sometimes Paul does too much, but she couldn’t be more grateful for the man who took a chance on a scrappy woman from y/h/t.
Arriving at the hotel, Y/N was ready to collapse on her bed and get at least four hours of sleep before heading to the arena early in the morning. She walks through the sliding glass doors, her body already winding down because of the quiet music playing in the hotel lobby. She heaves her luggage along with her, shooting the concierge a friendly smile as she approaches the desk.
“Hi, how can I help you?”
Y/N places her carry-on bag on the floor, letting out a relived exhale at the release of pressure on her shoulder. “Hi, I have a reservation under L/N with the WWE.”
The woman smiles, nodding her head as she types in Y/N’s last name. “Perfect. I’ll just need to see your photo ID to verify.”
Y/N pulls out her driver’s license, quickly handing it to the woman. She continues to type as Y/N glances around the lobby. She’ll be able to enjoy the beauty of it tomorrow morning after she’s gotten some proper shut-eye. The only thing occupying her mind right now is a pillow and warm comforter. The bed upstairs is so close she can practically taste it.
“Oh…” The concierge makes a small noise of confusion, pulling Y/N out of her daydream.
Her eyes snap back over to the lady behind the screen, “Is something wrong?”
“Um… I’m very sorry Ms. L/N, but it appears the room has been double booked.”
Y/N’s face falls at the news. She sighs, but keeps a smile on her face. There’s no point in getting angry. “Oh. Well, is there any other room’s available? I can pay extra if needed. I just genuinely need some sleep.”
“Unfortunately we’re completely booked,” the concierge says apologetically. “But, this might make things a bit easier. The room is actually double booked by one of your colleagues. Perhaps they wouldn’t mind sharing?”
A beacon of hope. Y/N nods her head rapidly. She has a great rapport with all of her coworkers, she wouldn’t mind sharing a room with any of them. “That would be great!”
“It’s under the name Lopez.”
Except him.
She has a great rapport and wouldn’t mind sharing with anyone… except him.
Colby Lopez, also known by his more colorful moniker, Seth Rollins, was the bane of Y/N’s existence. The two of them have clashed since their early days in NXT. Both of them were wildly competitive and had a strong thirst to prove their worth in the company. The two of them would always go head to head whenever they could, whether if it was backstage or in kayfabe, they always found a way to go against each other. But what they viewed as competitive, many other people would consider flirtatious.
The tensions between the two of them were constantly at an all time high. Somehow their personalities in the real world contrasted and matched each other so perfectly that they couldn’t stay apart for long. And by some cruel twist of fate the characters they chose also did something very similar. They grinded on each other’s nerves in a sickeningly entertaining way that kept the fans hooked, but also kept the other coming back for more.
Y/N huffs as the woman in front of her gives the number to Colby’s room. 608. The exhausted wrestler trudges towards the elevator, squeezing her eyes shut tightly. This was not how she envisioned her night going. A quiet, peaceful room all to herself had been the goal—maybe a hot shower, an actual bed, and a few hours of much-needed sleep. Instead, she was about to step into what was bound to be a war zone.
She knows Colby isn’t going to be thrilled when he sees her standing outside of his room. He might throw a couple of insults her way, maybe antagonize her a little bit, but she’s hoping that they are both too tired to actually engage in a fight.
When the elevator doors open, Y/N feels like the ride was suddenly much too short. Part of her wonders if she would get kicked out of the hotel if she just decided to sleep on some of the furniture in the lobby. Y/N grunts quietly before continuing forward down the hallway. She keeps track of the room numbers until she stops at the one she’s been dreading the most.
608.
She stares at the number for a beat too long, still trying to convince herself that this is the best course of action. Before her mind convinces her to go back downstairs, she brings her fist to the door in front of her and knocks. SHe shifts her weight from one foot to the other, bracing herself for whatever is on the other side.
No answer.
She knocked again, louder this time.
Still nothing.
Y/N exhaled sharply, pressing her lips together. “I know you’re in there, Lopez. Open the damn door.”
There was a beat of silence, then the telltale sound of footsteps, slow and reluctant, before the door swung open.
Colby Lopez stood in the doorway, shirtless, hair pulled back in a messy man bun. Small pieces are frizzed out at the top due to lack of hair gel. She's not used to seeing his usually luscious locks look so messy. But the real head turner was when she glanced down and noticed he was wearing nothing but gray sweatpants that hung dangerously low on his hips.
She blinks, thrown off for a moment. She forces herself to keep her eyes above his neck and that seems to help as her usual annoyance returns at the sight of his deep brown eyes.
Colby immediately is overtaken by an expression of pure annoyance. He runs a hand over his face, eyes squinting as he still attempts to adjust to the light of the hallway. “What the hell do you want?” His voice is thick with sleep, rough and hoarse in a way that makes Y/N body tingle.
She refuses to acknowledge her own body's reaction. This is Colby Lopez, the only tingle he’s ever given her is in her fingers when she gets the irresistible urge to strangle him.
“Before you decide to throw a fit, just know… this isn’t my fault,” she prefaces before pushing her way into his hotel room. He stumbles back slightly from the sudden intrusion, his eyes blown wide as he watches her set her bags down in his space.
“I don’t remember inviting you in,” he says with his usual amount of sass. “So why don’t we take this conversation back to the door where I can comfortably slam it in your face and go back to bed?”
“I don’t need to be invited in,” Y/N shrugs, bending down to unzip her suitcase. “It’s my room too.”
His brows furrow, “What the hell are you talking about?” He snaps. “And stop– stop that,” he points to her luggage. “Stop unpacking your crap. This isn’t your room.”
“It is though,” Y/N corrects, standing back up. “The hotel double booked the room. So it’s either this or I have to go sleep in the lobby.”
“So go do that,” he replies instantaneously.
Y/N scoffs, “Are you serious? You’d really make me go sleep in the lobby?”
“No, you’re not,” he points towards the door again. “Get out.”
“I have a huge match tomorrow, Lopez. I need a comfortable space to rest in.”
“So go find that somewhere else,” once again he points out into the hallway. “Because I promise you if you stay here I will make sure you are anything but comfortable.”
“Knowing I’m ruining your night is actually helping me relax already,” she says with a smug smirk, enjoying the angry fumes billowing out of his ears. “So I think maybe this is exactly where I need to be to get a good nights sleep, especially if it means you won’t.”
Colby stares at her for a moment, growing more frustrated by the second. He can see that she’s not going to leave, so he angrily slams the door, no doubt waking some of their sleeping neighbors. He tries to find any hesitation in her features, but he doesn’t. He huffs out a dry laugh, shaking his head, “This is a nightmare.”
“I can assure you I’m way worse than whatever nightmare’s you have,” Y/N counters cockily.
This is what infuriates Colby the most. She has a quick quip for everything. Her mouth is the same as her wrestling style, always having the perfect counter for what’s thrown her way. She snaps fast like a shark lurking beneath the waters. Every move is cold and calculated, meant to pierce the skin of whoever she’s going against. That’s why most people don’t like going up against her on the mic. She’s too quick-witted.
But most people aren’t Colby.
He lets out a dry chuckle, crossing his arms over his chest as he leans against the door. His biceps flex just enough to make it infuriatingly obvious that he knows exactly what he’s doing.
“You know, it’s kind of cute how much effort you put into pissing me off,” he says, tilting his head as he watches her with amusement. “It’s almost like you want my attention.”
Y/N scoffs, rolling her eyes. “Don’t flatter yourself, Lopez. You’re just an easy target.”
Colby smirks, tilting his head slightly as he pushes off the doorframe and prowls toward her, stopping just close enough to make it feel intentional. "Oh yeah? Then why do you keep taking shots if you know you’re gonna miss?"
Y/N scoffs, crossing her arms. "I don’t miss. If anything, I just enjoy watching you squirm."
"Squirm?" Colby chuckles, his voice dipping low as he steps even closer, his presence overwhelming in the small space. "Sweetheart, I hate to break it to you, but if anyone’s squirming tonight, it’s gonna be you."
Her breath catches for half a second before she narrows her eyes, willing herself not to give him the satisfaction of a reaction. "In your dreams."
Colby raises an eyebrow and glances at the bed—singular, of course, because fate has a twisted sense of humor. "Speaking of dreams, considering there’s only one bed, and i was here first... Hope you’re comfortable sleeping on the floor."
"You wish," she scoffs, turning her back to him and grabbing her clothes to change. "I’m taking a shower. Try not to cry about it while I’m gone."
"Take your time, L/N. Just means more peace and quiet for me."
She flips him off over her shoulder before shutting the bathroom door, locking it just for good measure. She places her pajamas onto the counter. It’s a simple oversized white t-shirt and a pair of black spandex. A small sighs escapes her lips as she enters the shower, allowing the days worth of travel to be washed off of her. The hot water however does little to cool her down, her mind still buzzing from her interaction with Colby. It’s never made sense to her how one man could possibly be so annoying. Yet she found herself wanting to antagonize him. Watching him clench his jaw tightly whenever she did something to irritate him was the best part of her day.
The water cascades down Y/N’s body as she lathers herself in her lavender scented body wash. She hums a small tune as she finishes rinsing the rest of the soap off. She steps out of the shower, wrapping one of the complimentary towels around herself as she moves towards the sink. She squeezes out just the right amount of lotion from the bottle she brought with her and runs it over her soft skin, exhaling as she rubs out a knot in one of her shoulders.
Y/N loves her job, more than anything in the world, but it does take its toll physically. Yet she wouldn’t trade it for anything. She would break every bone in her body twice if it meant getting to wrestle for the rest of her life. She understands retirement is inevitable because there’s only so much the human body can handle, but she doesn’t dwell on it, choosing to focus on the present.
That’s when she remembers who’s waiting on the other side of the bathroom door. Her relaxed expression turns back into a scowl as she realizes she’ll have to deal with Colby again before finally being able to go to sleep. Her jaw clenches as she mentally prepares a series of comebacks for anything he tries to throw at her.
Y/N gently grabs her large T-shirt, throwing it over herself before pulling on her underwear and spandex. She throws her hair into a bun, pulling out two loose strands to frame her face nicely. After taking a moment to put moisturizer on her face, she finally opens the bathroom door. The feeling of serenity she built in the bathroom vanishes once her eyes land on the cocky man sitting in the lounge chair in the corner of the room.
He looks up from his phone, no doubt with something snarky to say, but the comment dies on his lips once his eyes fall on her. The constant smirk he wears drops for a moment as he takes in her appearance. The shirt somehow manages to fit her loosely yet perfectly at the same time. It hugs her in just the right places, the hem of it reaching just mid-thigh. He has to blink a few times before he finally sees her spandex poking out from beneath the large fabric.
He’s never taken the time to actually look at her like this before. Whenever he sees her at work, he is always too busy arguing with her to truly see what she looks like. She looks so natural. The e/c of her eyes is very prominent without the mascara and different amounts of eye makeup she usually has to wear at work. The muscles in her thighs are much more prominent than he would’ve thought. Every step she takes, they flex, showing how much work and training she truly puts in.
He realizes his eyes have lingered a little too long and he forces himself to look away. He just caught himself staring, but no part of him feels guilty about it. His jaw clenches as he continues to try and act normal, turning his attention back to his phone. But Y/N doesn’t miss the sudden stiffness in his posture.
“Something wrong, hotshot?” Y/N asks with a quirked brow as she puts her dirty laundry in the spare bag she brought with her. She’ll have to wash it all tomorrow after the show if she has time. Thankfully, the amenities at the hotel are free to the Superstars.
“No,” he mutters, but not before stealing one last glance at her bare legs. He looks away once more, rubbing the back of his neck as another attempt to remain causal. “Just surprised you can actually wear clothes that don’t suffocate. With how stiff you act all the time, I just didn’t think you could dress so comfortably.”
“Funny, I was gonna say the same about you,” she fires back, turning to face him as she eyes his sweatpants. It takes every ounce of self control not to stare for too long as she crosses her arms. “Considering the fact you walk out in heels higher than mine every week, woulda thought you slept in matching leopard print.”
Colby smirks, “You saying you’ve imagined what I look like before bed?” He says mockingly. “I’m flattered.”
“Oh I’ve imagined you in lots of different ways,” Y/N says, her voice dropping an octave. Hearing that sentence leave her lips catches Colby off guard. He watches as she slowly walks over to him, like a predator stalking its prey. He hates how smug she looks, but he can’t bring himself to say anything. “Like how you would look with my foot shoved down your throat.”
And the trance was broken.
He glares at her, “Feelings mutual.”
“That all you got?” She grins. “Did I throw you off your game, Lopez? You can’t think of one decent comeback?”
“Sorry, I couldn’t hear you over the stench of your own mediocrity,” he says without missing a beat. Y/N’s cockiness falters and that’s all the victory Colby needs, “Was that decent enough for you?”
Y/N simply rolls her eyes, turning to walk over to the bed. “I hate you,” she grumbles.
“No, you don’t.”
Y/N stomach flips at the way he says it. Like he’s so sure of himself. Maybe he’s right. Perhaps she doesn’t hate him as much as she lets on, but she’s not going to let him know that. Instead of replying she simply ignores him and goes to pull back the covers. However, the sound of shuffling and his voice stops her.
“What do you think you’re doing?”
Y/N looks at him like he’s stupid. Which isn’t really a change from her usual expression when it comes to him. “Getting in bed?” She says, feigning confusion. “Isn’t that what people do when they’re tired?” She stops herself, “Oh wait, I forgot– you probably sleep in tiny holes in the drywall ‘cause you’re a damn rodent.”
“Wow, you should really consider being a comedian. Maybe you’d have better luck there than with your wrestling career.” He insults with no hesitation, storming over to the mattress where she stands. “And you’re not taking the bed.”
Y/N narrows her eyes, “Last time I checked, you don’t own the hotel, Colby. We’re sharing the room, which means we share the bed.”
“Like hell it does,” he scoffs, yanking the covers towards him. But Y/N doesn’t let that slide before she’s pulling the sheets towards her again. “I’m not sleeping on the damn floor, Y/N.”
“Well, neither am I,” she snaps.
They glare at each other, neither willing to back down. The air crackles with unspoken tension, the kind that has been simmering under the surface for years. It’s in the way his chest rises and falls a little too fast, in the way her grip tightens on the blanket like she’s daring him to do something about it.
Y/N can’t help the way her eyes travel over his toned chest. She has to fight off the butterflies that erupt in her stomach from the way he’s staring at her. She bites the inside of her cheek to prevent herself from giggling at his scowl. If he’s angry with her now, that would definitely make it worse.
Colby watches as an unknown emotion briefly crosses her face. He’s not blind to the fact she’s blatantly checking him out, but he’s not going to point it out. One, because he had done the same to her not too long ago, two, he knows she would somehow turn it into a way to tease him. But it does catch him off guard when unbeknownst to her, she licks her lips before returning to her usual cocky expression.
He frowns as a mischievous smile takes over her face. Her fingers dance over the comforter before she smoothly slides one of her legs on top of the mattress. His chest puffs out with anger as he goes to protest, but her voice cuts him off.
“Well, if we’re both adamant about not sleeping on the floor… why don’t we share?” She suggests, raising an eyebrow.
Both of them know she’s bluffing. She would never want to share a bed with Colby, and vice versa. But even if they are both aware that she’s all bark and no bite with this threat, it still doesn’t mean she can’t enjoy making him squirm.
“I’m not sharing a bed with you,” Colby says stiffly. His jaw clenches, eyes narrowing as if he’s trying to physically will her to move.
Y/N tilts her head, feigning an innocent expression as she bats her eyelashes up at him. “Why not, Lopez? Afraid you won’t be able to control yourself?”
Colby scoffs, crossing his arms tightly over his chest. “Please. The only thing I’m afraid of is waking up to you stealing the blankets like the gremlin you are.”
Y/N hums, slowly shifting so she’s lying on her side, one leg bent just enough to make the movement look intentional. “I don’t know, Colby,” she drawls, dragging a finger along the edge of the pillow. “I think you’re scared of something else.”
He rolls his eyes, refusing to acknowledge the way his throat suddenly feels dry. “Yeah? And what’s that?”
She grins, biting her bottom lip as her eyes flick over him. “That you might actually enjoy it.”
Colby stares at her for half a second, then scoffs, shaking his head as if trying to rid himself of the thought. “You’re delusional.”
“Mmhmm.” Y/N stretches her arms above her head, letting the oversized t-shirt ride up just enough to reveal a sliver of skin. She sees the way his eyes flicker down for the briefest moment before he catches himself and looks away.
She has him.
“Then what’s the problem?” she presses, her voice teasing. “It’s just a bed, right?”
He clenches his jaw, taking a step back as if putting distance between them will give him the upper hand. “It’s not the bed that’s the problem.”
Y/N just smiles, barely holding back a laugh at how rigid he looks. He’s gripping the sheets like they’re his lifeline, like if he lets go, he might do something reckless.
Good. That’s exactly what she wants.
“You know, I really thought you’d be tougher than this,” she sighs, feigning disappointment. “All that talk about being a badass, being a visionary… and here you are, too scared to share a bed.”
Colby exhales sharply through his nose. “I’m not scared.”
“Prove it.”
His grip tightens. She can see the internal war playing out in his mind, the struggle between his stubbornness and whatever it is that’s making his jaw tick.
“Unless you think you’d lose control,” she adds, her voice dropping just slightly, just enough to be dangerous.
That’s when it happens.
One second, she’s feeling victorious, practically tasting the win, and then—
Colby moves.
Fast.
Before she even processes it, he’s rounding the bed, closing the space between them in two strides. Her breath catches as he suddenly looms over her, his face inches from hers. His nose brushes against hers, his chest rising and falling rapidly. Y/N’s throat runs dry at their proximity. Her smirk falters. This wasn’t what she was expecting.
“You really want the bed that bad?” His voice is low, rough, a challenge wrapped in something sharper.
Her heart pounds. “Uh—”
“Fine.”
Then, without another word, he grabs her wrist, yanks her forward, and in one swift motion, throws her onto the mattress.
A gasp barely escapes her lips before his mouth is on hers.
It’s not gentle. It’s not slow. It’s teeth and heat and frustration, years of back-and-forth boiling over into something neither of them can take back. His fingers dig into her hip, his body pressing her into the mattress as if he’s trying to prove a point.
She should be mad. She should shove him off.
Instead, she kisses him back just as fiercely, her hands tangling in his hair, pulling him impossibly closer. A small whimper escapes her lips as Colby bites down on her bottom lip, a silent command to get her to submit. She allows his tongue to slip its way past her lips, the feeling of it being foreign but not unwelcome. Her nimble fingers work at the rubber band in his hair, pulling it out so she can get the full experience of tugging at his long locks.
Colby moves swiftly, pinning her to the mattress without disconnecting their lips. His fingers are still digging deeply into her sides, and part of her wants it to leave bruises. That way she has evidence that this wasn’t some fever dream. That she really let the man she’s been feuding with since they met do this to her.
Y/N carefully removed her fingers from his hair, smoothly sliding them up his back. She feels him shiver under her touch, no doubt from the tension and how cold her hands always are. Colby moves his attention from her lips to the exposed skin of her neck. His lips trail downwards until he finds her pulse point. He can feel the way her heart hammers against his lips and it causes a small growl to erupt from his chest. He bites down, sucking hard as Y/N gasps loudly, her nails digging into the skin of his back. The action only spurs him on more, the feeling of her scratching him makes it all the better.
“Tell me to stop,” his voice comes out gruffly as he continues placing chaste kisses against her neck. He has to squeeze her hips to prevent his hands from wandering elsewhere. “Tell me…”
Y/N could think of one million reasons on the spot as to why she should tell him to stop. One being that they’ve convinced themselves and each other for years that they despise one another. But feeling him this way, the way he’s looking at her like she’s the only thing in his world… How could she turn that away?
“Colby…” her voice is a mix of a plea and a whimper.
He tenses, the kisses suddenly stopping. He sits up slightly, chest heaving as he closes his eyes as a way to restrain himself. Y/N’s breath hitches as she feels him twitch in his sweatpants, his erection brushing against her thigh. “Don’t fucking do that,” he warns.
Her pupils are dilated, the once bright e/c color much darker. He can see the lust swimming behind her irises and it makes it that much harder to keep himself together.
“What?” She asks him innocently.
“You know what you did,” he replies, his muscles still taut.
Y/N suddenly leans up, reconnecting their lips in one swift motion. It takes Colby by surprise, his mind not fully wrapping around what is happening. That is until she nips at his bottom lip and it pulls his mind back into focus. Or rather pulled it towards the growing problem in his pants.
“Colby…” she whimpers again, smirking slightly when she feels the involuntary spasm of his hips. Her lips start moving wherever there’s exposed skin. His neck, his shoulders, his chest, his stomach. She teasingly slips one of her fingers in and out of the waistband of his sweats and it takes every ounce of willpower he has not to rip the spandex off of her, and fuck her til she can’t walk.
He freezes when he feels her lips ghost his ear, the feeling of her breath sending chills rippling down the exposed skin of his arms. “I don’t want to stop.”
That was all he needed to hear.
He crashes his lips against hers like a man starved. Y/N can’t help the small moan that leaves her lips as his hands start roaming beyond their designated post at her hips. She could feel the tingle that was between her legs turning into a much bigger problem, her desire growing as his skilled fingers work their way up her shirt.
Her back arches into him as he finally reaches her perked nipples. He tweaks the sensitive peaks, earning a loud noise of pleasure from the woman below him. It really shouldn’t turn him on as much as it does, but something about hearing how good he’s making her feel, hearing her mouth make noises that aren’t her shit-talking, it’s affecting him more than he’d like to admit.
“Don’t be shy, sweetheart,” Colby’s voice, raspy and perfect, coaxes her. “You like to run your mouth, so let me hear you.”
Y/N bites her cheek to keep herself from giving him what he wants. Despite how good it feels, she won’t let him win. Her eyes bore into his, a teasing sparkle within them. She smirks, “You’ll have to work harder than that, Lopez.”
Colby’s eyes turn completely black. Even when he has all the control, she still has the nerve to talk to him like she has any sort of power. Y/N feels the wetness pool between her legs as his gaze shifts into one of a predator stalking its prey rather than the man she’s grown to love making angry.
A gasp leaves her as suddenly her shirt is ripped off of her in one swift motion, her spandex following shortly after. Any creative quip she could come up with dies in her throat as she’s now left naked and vulnerable in front of Colby. However, his anger seems to subside for a moment as he fully takes in her form.
He exhales, “You’ve really been hiding all of this from me? This entire time… you’ve kept all this to yourself.”
Y/N feels her face flush. She’s never felt the urge to squirm around Colby, but with how he’s looking at her like she’s the most beautiful thing, it makes her try to cover herself up. She’s not used to this kind of attention from him. However, Colby grabs her hands, pinning them above her head to stop her from obstructing his view.
“Don’t,” he growls lowly. He can see the insecurities behind her eyes, plaguing her mind. It blows his mind that she could ever think she’s anything short of gorgeous. Even while they’ve been feuding, he has never blind to the fact that she is stunning. He meets her eyes, leaning down to place a kiss on her jaw, moving up to her lips. It’s soft, much less rough than the kisses they shared just moments ago. He’s careful with her, almost reassuring her without saying a word. They break apart for a split second, his forehead pressing against hers, “Don’t hide from me.”
Y/N shifts underneath his gaze. She sees nothing but admiration on his face, despite looking for some sort of reluctance, his expression remains the same. Even though her hands are pinned above her head still, she can’t help but lean up and kiss him again. Nobody has ever made her feel as beautiful as he did with those few simple words. She never would have thought Colby would be the one to make her feel this way, to make her feel so special. If someone would have told her this morning that she would end up in bed with the “Visionary” she would have laughed and probably thrown up directly afterwards. But now… there’s nowhere else she’d rather be.
“I’m sorry,” she mumbles against his lips.
Colby shakes his head, removing his hands from her wrists, “Don’t apologize…” He smirks, slowly moving his entire body downwards. Y/N watches with hooded eyes, feeling herself growing wetter at the sight of him kissing down her body. “Just don’t do it again.”
His lips leave no stone unturned on her body. He kisses along her clavicle, before moving towards her breasts. He can’t help himself, sucking little marks into the supple skin before popping one of her nipples into his mouth. Y/N groans, hands moving to his hair as her hips buch upwards, begging for some sort of friction. Colby chuckles.
“So sensitive…” he teases.
“Shut up,” she says with absolutely no bite. “Are you actually gonna do something or just keep stalling?”
He laughs again, now traveling down her stomach, relishing in the way she spasms underneath his touch. “I knew you’d be impatient.” He says, pressing kisses to the top of her thigh. Y/N fights the urge to force his head where she needs him the most, knowing that will just give him more ammunition to tease her.
The moment he moves his attention to her inner thigh, Y/N physically can’t stop herself as she tugs at his hair. Seth pauses immediately, lifting his head from in between her legs. He’s so close. Her chest is heaving, breathing wild and he hasn’t even given her what she wants yet.
“Don’t be a brat,” he scolds, his voice dropping an octave. “This can either be a reward or a punishment. So don’t piss me off. Be grateful for what I’m giving you.”
What he just said wasn’t as much of a threat as he thought. The idea of him punishing her is almost more enticing than the reward. Y/N bites her bottom lip, an action that doesn’t go unnoticed by Colby. He quirks and eyebrow, his hand inching closer to her core. Y/N decides to test her luck once more, pulling at his hair a bit more roughly than before.
Colby shoots her an incredulous look. He lets out a dark laugh, one that’s not too far off from the one he used on camera. “Oh… so you like that, huh? You want me to be rough with you?” Y/N nods along with his words, and she sees something snap within him. “Should’ve known you’d be such a slut.”
Without so much as a warning, his finger plunges into her. The intrusion makes her moan much louder than intended, her hand slapping over her mouth. She gushes around him, his filthy words from just a second ago playing their part in her pleasure. He doesn’t give her much time to adjust before he’s increasing the pace.
“I didn’t have to do anything besides kiss you and you’re already soaked,” he comments, his smirk smug as he watches her throw her head back in pleasure. He wastes no time before slipping another finger in. He groans at the sight of his hand being coated in her juices, slipping in and out with ease. “Take that hand off your mouth. I wanna hear you.”
Y/N’s eyes practically roll into the back of her head as he lowers his head, tongue going to work on her clit. Pure ecstasy is all she feels. She uses her free hand to push his head even closer to her core. Colby though refuses to give her any sort of control. He immediately pulls his mouth away, sending her a pointed look. Y/N already knows what that means.
Be grateful.
She immediately removes the pressure she placed on the back of his head, but she keeps her hands entangled in his hair. It’s a guilty pleasure being able to run her fingers through it. She waits patiently for him to continue his onslaught on her pussy, but he continues staring at her.
“I thought I just told you to take your hand off your mouth.” He starts moving his fingers back and forth at an agonizingly slow pace. “Are we already having problems with listening?”
Y/N writhes underneath him, needing more than what he’s giving. Colby responds by placing his free hand over her hips, holding her in place. He starts moving his fingers in and out of her at a much quicker pace when she doesn’t answer, “I. Asked. You. A. Fucking. Question.” He punctuates each word with a strong thrust. The final one manages to hit that special spot inside of her, causing her hand to fall away from her mouth.
“Fuck, Colby,” she cries out of pleasure, grinding more into his fingers.
“Yeah?” He grins cockily. “Right there, huh?”
“Mhm,” Y/N nods rapidly. “Please…” she begs desperately. For what? She doesn’t know.
“Please what?” He eggs on, slowing his pace once more. He loves watching her fall apart for him. “Gotta use your words, princess.”
She groans out of frustration, “Stop teasing.” She tries her hardest to sound intimidating but it comes off as more of a whiny plea than anything.
“Or what?” Colby tilts his head mockingly. “What are you gonna do?”
Y/N narrows her eyes at him, “Or I’ll go find someone else to get the job done,” she threatens. As soon as the words leave her mouth, she regrets even thinking it. She knew she wasn’t going to go anywhere. But that was the threat that flew out of her mouth.
Y/N feels the air she was once privy to leave her lungs as Colby lunges forward, wrapping his hand around her throat. His other hand is still playing with her pussy as he squeezes the life out of her. Colby feels her clench around his fingers, but he doesn’t relish in the feeling as his mind is too clouded by anger.
“Yeah? You gonna go find someone else to put up with your bitching?” Colby seethes through clenched teeth. “You really wanna threaten me? Nobody can take care of you like I can, and you know it. That’s why you constantly come back to try and piss me off. You know you can’t stay away from me.”
It kills her to admit it, but he’s right. Sometimes the best part of her day was messing with Colby, getting inside his head. But right now, he’s inside of hers… as well as some other places. He’s the only person who truly matches her energy in and out of the ring. And she would never admit it, at least not yet, she’s never felt this satisfied, this turned on by anyone before, and they’ve only just started.
“Isn’t that right?” He releases the grip on her neck just barely in order for her to give him a verbal response. “You know you’re not going anywhere. I’ve got you hooked, don’t I?”
Y/N nods but doesn’t say a word. Colby’s eyes flare with anger for a moment before pinching her clit. She gasps, her juices flooding his fingers again. The pain and pleasure mixing in the most intoxicating way. “Fuck! Yes, Colby. Yeah. I can’t- I can’t. You- You’ve got me.” Her response is erratic, clouded by the aura of lust surrounding them.
He grins, “Good girl.”
And within a second, his head is back in between her thighs, his tongue working on her like a man starved. His once busy fingers are now playing with the small rose bud between her labia, making her arch further into his mouth. She can physically feel his iconic smirk against her that he wears as Seth Rollins. She wants to knock it off his face, but with how good she feels, any thought that wasn’t about his tongue has left her mind.
Colby grips her thighs, keeping her in place as he continues his assault. Y/N’s head rolls back into the pillows but Colby pinching her lightly forces her to look back down. She sends him an incredulous look, but ends up biting her lip as Colby takes one long and tantilizing lick of her before sitting up enough to speak. “Eyes on me sweetheart. I want you to watch as me as I destroy this pussy.”
The way he says it keeps her in a trance. His mouth vanishes once again and Y/N does her best to keep her eyes on him. He doesn’t make it easy as his ministrations on her clit become much more rapid, his tongue moving in sync with his fingers. Y/N can feel the coil in the lower part of her belly getting tighter with each passing moment.
Suddenly, his fingers and mouth switch places, his fingers working inside her soaked hole as his tongue and lips move to her clit. “Holy shit–” Y/N gasps, her body rocking back and forth with each violent thrust.
“Squeezing my fingers like a vice,” he mumbles against her. “Can’t wait to see how you feel around my cock.”
Then he looks up, his gorgeous brown eyes meeting hers. She can see the filthy thoughts swimming behind his eyes, most of them probably mirroring her own. Y/N can feel her climax approaching rapidly, trying to hold on for as long as possible. But the way he’s talking to her, looking at her, she knows it’s not gonna be long.
“Tastes like heaven… Could stay here forever if you let me.”
That’s when Colby’s eyes roll back into his head and that does it for her. Seeing him so drunk on her sends her over the edge. “Colby,” she whines breathily. “I– I’m gonna–”
“Let go,” he commands. “Come for me.”
Y/N doesn’t need to be told twice. Her body shakes as a wave of euphoria passes over her. She swears for a moment that she’s left seeing stars. Her mind is sent clear into hyperspace, the pleasure almost too much and she’s only orgasmed once. Slowly she comes down from her high and is met with a sight that could make her unravel all over again.
Seth’s beard is coated in her juices. His eyes are hooded, his mind clearly still on the dripping core in front of him. Once he looks back at her, Colby raises his finger, slowly sinking it into his mouth, groaning as he sucks off the remnants of her. Y/N’s mouth waters at the sight as he makes his way back up towards her.
“I’m definitely gonna need to make a habit of doing that,” he mumbles flirtatiously before bending down and planting his lips onto hers.
Y/N’s heart flutters at the insinuation, loving the way she tastes herself on his lips. She could get used to this. Him having his way with her and then going to work together the following day, sending teasing remarks to each other, trying to act like he hadn’t had his tongue buried inside her.
Her hands wander towards his sweats, her mind clearing enough to realize she’s the only one completely naked. She tugs at them, speaking between kisses. “Take ‘em off,” she begs in the most polite tone she’s ever spoken to him in.
Colby can’t help the small smile that takes over his lips as he continues kissing her. He never imagined enjoying having this much control over Y/N L/N. But hearing how small she sounds, begging for him, it makes him feel larger than life. “You want me to take ‘em off, sweetheart?”
Y/N nods along dumbly, her hand wandering over to the prominent bulge in his pants. She starts palming him gently, making Colby hiss. “Shit,” he mumbles. She moves her hand around him perfectly, pushing and tugging at all the right moments. For a second he forgets what she even requested of him. He could have let her keep going like that for hours.
“You want it that bad, you take it,” he whispers to her, granting her permission to remove the sweats off his body.
She wastes no time in easing the pants off his legs. It even takes Colby off guard how quickly and smoothly she maneuvers. He adjusts, lifting his leg up one at a time as she removes them. He didn’t even realize she managed to hook her fingers through his boxers, dragging them off along with his sweatpants.
His thick and being cock springs to life, smacking against his toned stomach. He might not have been the most girthy she’s ever seen, but he sure as hell makes up for it in length. Her mouth practically waters at the sight.
“Like what you see?” He teases, his ego inflating just by the way her eyes widened.
Y/N rolls her eyes, “You already know I do, asshole.”
Colby swiftly reaches down and smacks Y/N’s pussy causing the woman to flinch. She feels herself clench around the air, enjoying the small bout of pain. He kisses her roughly, biting her bottom lip, “Watch your mouth,” he whispers against her.
Y/N feels herself falling under his spell once more as the smoothness of his voice renders any sass useless. As soon as he sits up, her eyes zero in on what she really wants. Y/N shifts into her elbows to push herself up, desperately wanting to just feel him in her mouth. Unfortunately, she doesn’t get very far as Colby pushes her down.
“As much as I would love that… I don’t think I can stop myself for much longer,” he admits gruffly, kissing her neck as he tries not to rut against the firm muscle of her thigh. “Soon as I got you naked I wanted to be inside you.”
“Then what are you waiting for?” Y/N whispers in a tone that makes shivers roll down Colby’s spine.
In one quick movement, Colby readjusts his position before sliding his cock between her folds. He coats himself, a small moan leaving Y/N’s lips at just the feeling of him circling her hole before he finally sinks in. She gasps at the stretch and slight burn he provides, but it has to be the best burn she’s ever felt.
“Shit,” Colby hisses with a small exhale. “So fucking tight.” His hair hangs over his shoulders in a messy yet beautiful way. The corner of his lip twitches upward, an indication to her that he’s trying his hardest not to pound into her at a relentless pace. He’s giving her time to adjust to his size. Most people wouldn’t notice that little shift in expression, and to add to it, it would be extremely rare for them to know what it meant.
But Y/N knows.
As someone who dedicated most of her adult life to terrorizing the man above her, she could read him rather easily. And while she appreciates him taking her comfort into consideration, waiting is the last thing she wants to do.
Y/N laces her hands through his hair, pulling him down towards her as she roughly clashes her lips with his. She can feel him twitch inside of her as she slips her tongue into his mouth. “Move,” she commands against his lips. “I didn’t ask you to be gentle.”
Colby’s eyes darken at the instruction. He surges forward, continuing to kiss her as he pulls his cock all the way out before pistoning it back inside of her with no remorse. Y/N can’t hold back the guttural sound that leaves her as she throws her head further into the pillows.
“Oh my God, Colby!”
Her mouth falls open, any coherent thought she could have had leaving her mind. His tongue and fingers felt amazing, but this was otherworldly. She could feel every ridge and vein as he continued pounding into her. She didn’t understand how he could multi-task and continue kissing down her neck, moving to suck on her right nipple. Y/N could barely even keep her eyes open, the pleasure and Colby’s name being the only thing playing in her head.
It only gets better when she feels him sinking his teeth into every inch of her exposed flesh. It doesn’t take long for that familiar tension to build up inside of her again. Colby grabs her chin, forcing her to continue looking at him.
He’s never seen someone so beautiful even when they’re completely wrecked. He’s been with his fair share of women, even thought he loved some of them, but none of them have ever felt like this. None of them have ever made him feel the way she does. She feels absolutely perfect around him, squeezing him at just the right moments. It’s almost like she was made for him.
“Fit me like a glove, don’t you?” He grunts out, his hips stuttering as he feels his own climax approaching.
Y/N nods. She tries to verbally agree but with one strong thrust, he hits the spongy spot inside her which only permits a pornographic grown to leave her. “I’m gonna ruin you,” he tells her darkly. “Won’t ever be able to forget me. How I make you feel.”
Y/N swears she can feel her heartbeat in her head. She can only hope he fulfills that promise. The thought of walking around with a limp tomorrow because of him was enough to make her come again on its own.
“This pussy’s mine, huh? Nobody else’s.”
“All yours,” Y/N manages to get out, not finding it in her to disagree or make him work for it. “No– no one else’s,” her voice comes out shakily and that’s when Colby knows she’s close again.
“Good girl,” he mumbles, kissing her again. “You wanna come? I can feel you clenching around me.”
“Yes– fuck! Yes, yes, I wanna come. Wanna come for you,” Y/N cries out, her hands moving to his back, her nails digging deep into the skin as she feels herself unraveling. “Please, please, let me–” she cuts herself off with a gasp as he starts moving faster.
“Go ahead, sweetheart,” he hums softly. “Come for me.”
And just like that, Y/N’s sent back into that blissful state of hyperspace. She swears she sees stars as all of her senses are overcome with pleasure. Her vision goes black and the only thing she can hear is a dull ringing in her ears. It had to have been the best orgasm she’s ever had. Her body quakes under him and as she spasms. It takes her a minute to come to, but as she does she can still feel Colby moving rapidly in and out of her. Suddenly that feeling of overstimulation starts to take over. Tears start brimming at the corner of her eyes, but it’s out of pure ecstasy. At this rate she may come again if he doesn’t stop any time soon.
A low moan leaves Colby as her pussy squeezes him, still recovering from the hard hitting climax she just had. He can feel himself reaching that point so he leans down, kissing the soft spot behind her ear. “Where do you want it?” He asks her, his voice completely strained.
Without a second's hesitation, Y/N replies, “Inside me,” she continues raking her fingers up and down his back. “Please… Want it inside me.”
That had to have been the single hottest thing Colby has ever heard. That woke up something inside of him that he didn’t even know was there. Fortunately, he doesn’t think this will be the last time the two of them share a moment like this, so they’ll have a conversation about what he’s feeling later.
After one more strong thrust, Colby stills, spilling his seed deep inside of Y/N. He curses quietly under his breath as her pussy practically milks everything out of him. Y/N watches Colby, his eyes squeezed shut as he tries to bring himself back down to the real world. She can’t help the small smile that takes over her face seeing him like this. He looks almost peaceful.
Not putting much thought into it, she threads her hands through his hair again, scratching lightly at his scalp to help keep him relaxed. She feels him lean into her touch, his cock softening in the process. After a few more moments, his eyes finally reopen, gaze much softer than it was two minutes ago when he was dominating her.
He slowly and gently slips out of her, not wanting to hurt her in any sort of way. Y/N grins, moving one of her hands to cup his cheek. He shifts his head slightly, placing a soft kiss to her palm. This felt different, domestic almost. And neither of them minded it.
“I’ll be right back,” he says gently before moving to get off the bed. Y/N’s brows furrow as she watches him walk over to the hotel bathroom. She almost allows herself to start overthinking, but he doesn’t give her enough time to. In less than a minute, he’s walking back out with a damp washcloth in his hands.
Butterflies flutter in Y/N’s stomach at the sight. Colby climbs back onto the bed, carefully moving a few of the pillows upright against the headboard before hooking his arms underneath Y/N’a body and effortlessly sitting her up. She watches him with a certain curiosity. She’s never seen this side of him. Careful, gentle, tender. She winces slightly when he places the washcloth on the inside of her thigh, wiping up the beautiful mess they both created.
“What are you doing?” She asks him curiously, tilting her head.
Colby furrows his eyebrows. He nods down to the rag in his hands as he continues his mission, “Taking care of you?” He says it like a question, almost as if he doesn’t understand why she even asked that.
Y/N bites the inside of her cheek. No one’s ever done this for her before. Every time she’s had sex or any other kind of sexual encounter, no one’s ever taken the time to care for her. Normally she showers, cleans herself, has an awkward goodbye, and leaves. So this change of pace was different. Never would she have thought that Colby would be the one to show her what she was missing.
Colby can see the thoughts swimming in her mind. He raises an eyebrow, “What? No one ever wiped up their mess before?” He asks with a small laugh, not knowing he was completely right. When he looks up and watches her look away, almost embarrassed, that’s when he realizes. “Wait… are you serious?” He scoffs at the obscurity of it. “No one’s ever–”
“No,” she cuts him off stiffly, suddenly feeling much smaller than she did before. She can’t bring herself to look back at him and that’s when Colby realizes she wasn’t joking. Y/N can feel his eyes boring into the side of her face so she tries to pull her legs away from him and to her chest, but his firm hand stops her. He grips her thigh tightly enough to prevent her from moving, but with a warmth she knew couldn’t be faked.
“Hey…” he says tentatively. “Look at me.” When she doesn’t, he lets out a small sigh before lightly massaging her legs as a way to get her to not ignore him. “C’mon, Y/N/N… please?”
The sound of her nickname catches her attention. Only a handful of people know that name, and considering they’ve been feuding since the dawn of time, she doesn’t know how he came to know it. She tilts her head, “How–”
“I pay attention,” he cuts her off. “I don’t know if you realize this, but I’ve spent the past decade of my life making your life hell. I was bound to pick up a few things,” he says sarcastically, earning a small yet reluctant grin from the woman in front of him. “There it is,” he teases. “There’s that irritatingly beautiful smile.”
Y/N rolls her eyes, feeling her cheeks heat up from the comment. She grabs a pillow, smacking him with it, “I really don’t like you right now.”
Colby shakes his head, throwing the washcloth into some random corner of the room before carefully climbing into bed next to her. He props himself up on the headboard before lifting her chin up with his finger and kissing her lovingly. Y/N practically melts into his chest as he uses his free arm to wrap around her waist, pulling her into his chest.
“Yeah, really getting the feeling you don’t like me,” he says cockily.
Y/N can’t help but scoff as she rests one hand on his stomach, shoving the other under his back to get comfortable, “It’s almost like you want me to kick your ass.”
Colby hums, “Maybe I do,” he quips before kissing the top of her head. A small best of silence passes between them before he leans his head on top of hers. “I’m sorry.”
Y/N frowns, “For what?”
“That no one’s ever bothered to take care of you,” he says, disgusted with the entire male population. “That no one’s taken the time to make sure you were okay afterwards. You deserve better than that.” Y/N meets his gaze and her heart begins to beat a little faster. Since when did he become so damn charming? …Maybe he always has been and she’s just been too stubborn to see it. “And I’m sorry for laughing.”
Y/N sits up fully, swinging one leg over his lap to fully straddle him. She collapses into his chest with a small huff, her arms wrapping around his neck as she adjusts, “You don’t have to be sorry,” she says with a small smile. She leans forward, pressing a chaste kiss to the corner of his mouth before resting her head on his shoulder. “Y’know, for being my enemy, you sure seem to care about me a lot,” she teases, tracing small shapes on his broad chest.
Colby chuckles, his chest vibrating which makes Y/N smile. She loves his laugh. “Yeah, I could say the same about you. Clinging onto me like a damn koala bear.”
Y/N lifts her head, quirking an eyebrow, “Oh, I can get off if that’s how you wanna play–” she moves to get off of his lap but is halted when his hands shoot out to grab her waist, pulling her right back down.
“Don’t you dare,” he says seriously before hooking his arms around her to keep her in place. “I’m comfortable.”
“Hmm,” she hums mockingly. “Then don’t talk shit if you’re comfortable.”
Colby exhales loudly, closing his eyes, “Yeah, yeah, whatever. Just shut up and go to sleep.”
Y/N shakes her head, but doesn’t argue. She knows they have plenty of playful quarrels in the future. But for right now, she’s going to close her eyes, enjoying the warmth of his body pressing into hers. She’s not sure what the morning will bring for them, but she is certain of one thing.
She’s never been more grateful to have her hotel room be double booked.
Seth Rollins slouches slightly in the driver's seat of his car, the hum of idling engines surrounding him. Sunlight filters through the tinted windows, casting a soft glow on his face. A deep sigh escapes him as the sea of brake lights stretches endlessly ahead. He lifts his phone, switches to selfie mode, and snaps a quick photo—his expression somewhere between exasperated and amused.
He attaches the photo to a message and types:
"Stuck in traffic... again. Guess the universe wants me to work on my patience 😅
Miss you. Wish you were riding shotgun. ❤️"
He hesitates for a moment, then sends it. A small smile forms on his lips as he sets the phone down. The world outside may be crawling, but the thought of her waiting at home makes the slow ride a little more bearable.
Seth shifts his gaze back to the congested road ahead, a symphony of honking horns and frustrated drivers painting the atmosphere with tension. The minutes trickle by, each feeling like an eternity, until his phone vibrates softly on the passenger seat. He grabs it eagerly, glancing at the screen.
A reply from her. The sight of her name alone lifts his spirits. He opens the message:
"Patience has never been your strong suit! 😅 Miss you too. Can't wait to see you ❤️ Drive safe and hurry home 💋"
He chuckles, the frustration of the traffic melting away in an instant. He types a quick response:
"Now you're giving me a reason to race home, babe 😉 See you soon."
Setting the phone down again, Seth leans back and lets his mind wander. The image of her smile fills his thoughts, a reminder of everything waiting for him beyond this temporary obstacle.
Eventually, the flow of cars begins to inch forward, the brake lights dimming as the jam starts to clear. Seth grips the wheel with newfound energy. His anticipation grows with every passing block, the cityscape transforming into a blur as he finally escapes the endless crawl.
When he pulls into the driveway, the familiar comfort of home greets him. The front door opens before he can even step out of the car, and there she stands—her smile radiant enough to eclipse even the sun. The world slows down again, but this time, it's the kind of stillness Seth savors. He knows patience is a virtue, but moments like these are worth every second spent waiting.
synopsis: when seth drops that he has a girlfriend. no one expects it to be hollywood's golden girl.
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wwefan: so that was unexpected. seth was running a promo ahead of his match vs cm punk ready for the debut of wwe on netflix and he just said "and my girlfriend is going to be in the room. that is how punk knows 'm going to be the deadliest version of myself"
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user1: omg i wonder who it is
user2: and we've just been sat here thinking that seth has been single all this time
user3: what a way to reveal that you are in a relationship
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written: i can't wait to embarrass a man in front of his girlfriend next monday
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written: if he thinks he can embarrass me in front of her he has another thing coming.
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written: something very exciting is happening tonight
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written: the stars have arrived ahead of the raw on netflix premiere
y/ninsta posted a story tagging wwe
written: baby's first wrestling show
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written: guys i just met seth and y/n. for a man that just lost he doesn't half seem happy
y/nupdates posted a story
written: for those y/n fans that do not watch wrestling it has just been revealed that she is in a long term relationship with wrestler seth rollins
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written: you could never embarrass yourself in front of me
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wwerollins: we all know i'm the real winner here
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y/ninsta: still so proud of you my love
wwerollins: i'm just happy i get to show you off
netflix: power couple
user4: i'm still not over the fact that seth is with y/n that is just nuts to me
user5: seth told us he had a girlfriend no one told us it was hollywood's girlfriend
➔ Pairing — Seth Rollins ♡ f!Reader
➔ Summary — Seth’s girlfriend comes home a little buzzed and a lot turned on.
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➔ Warnings — NSFW. Thigh-riding. 18+
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Seth was looking over his schedule for the next week when he heard a set of keys jingle. His dark eyes lifted and he listened as his girlfriend struggled to insert a key into an already unlocked door. He’d expected her to come home hammered after her bi-weekly girls’ night, so he thought he’d make life a little easier on her by leaving the deadbolt open in case he was asleep by the time she stumbled through the door.
“Oh, for the love of Mike,” she whined, and Seth heard the keys clatter to the ground. He snorted, eyes closing, and he rubbed a hand over his face. He should really help her, he thought, but he had to know how long it was going to take her to actually get inside the house so he could make fun of her properly tomorrow.
The keys rattled again, one of them getting shoved into the lock with much more force than was needed. Seth winced, smile dropping, hoping his girlfriend didn’t just get the wrong key stuck in the front door of their home in the middle of the night. Luckily for both, she’d chosen correctly, though she hadn’t needed the damn thing in the first place, and the door swung open before she realized she’d been leaning most of her weight against it. Seth turned, looking over the back of the couch as the most beautiful woman he’d ever seen giggled after saving herself from nearly face-planting on the marble floor, and slammed the door with a theatrical swing of her arm. Now facing the living room, she finally spotted her boyfriend grinning and shaking his head, hat on backwards and slightly askew, tangled bun at the base of his skull..
“Seth freakin’ Rollins!” she shouted, and Seth lifted his hands up and down to encourage her to use her indoor voice.
“You don’t have to yell, sweetheart, I’m right here,” he told her, his own tone lowering.
“But I have a bone to pick with you, sir,” his girlfriend slurred on. “Yelling is called for.”
“What did I do?”
The inebriated woman leaned against the nearest wall to remove one heel and then the other. Now with a little more stability, she unbuttoned her coat, allowing it to fall off her shoulders and crumple to the ground where she abandoned it, now shuffling her way toward Seth, who’d been watching the innocent display with laser focus. The dress she wore was quite short, sleeveless, and sometimes she tested his trust when she went out looking like that, but she always came home to him. His gaze raked down and back up her body, stopping to admire each and every curve, licking his lips, pulling the bottom one along his teeth.
“I was in the bathroom with—” She paused to think, literally stopping and looking up at the ceiling. “—whoever I was with …” Seth chuckled. “… and I was waiting on her, so I was scrolling on Instagram. Do you know what I saw on Instagram, Seth freakin’ Rollins?” She rounded the couch, and Seth straightened his upper body as he followed her movement. “I saw you—” She grabbed the remote that was able to control almost the entire house, shocking her boyfriend into oblivion as she expertly turned his show off and navigated her way to Spotify. Maybe she wasn’t as drunk as … “—on some kind of … machine …” A familiar song thumped through the speakers in the walls and ceiling, The Visionary’s eyes blackening, and her hips rolled, Seth unsure as to whether or not she even realized she was dancing. “… working out your … thighs.”
Seth considered for a moment, nodding after remembering the clip in question, a smirk playing behind his precisely groomed beard. “Just your standard workout content,” he said, closing the cover on his iPad before tossing it to the opposite end of the couch.
“I know what it was,” his girlfriend replied, aggravated. “But I saw it while I was out.” Seth’s brows rose. “I had to spend the rest of the night with a wet pussy and soaked panties.”
Seth raised his hips, more or less, to find a comfortable position now having to deal with his hardening cock—more to watch her eyes fall, less about relief. “I still don’t understand … how is any of that my fault?” He touched a palm to his chest, her eyes relocating to his black t-shirt and the sleeves that were hardly containing his biceps.
“Because you posted it!” she argued, her dancing becoming that much sexier when the song changed. “And I had to stand there and read all those comments from all those people about your meaty thighs.”
Damn, Seth fucking loved it when his girlfriend started hurling insults that were actually compliments, especially when she was sinking to the floor in sync with the lyrics of the song. Both your hands and both your knees … crawl over, grab hold of me. Seth’s eyes became murky, lids heavy, and hardly any of the whites of his eyes could be seen. His gaze descended to her cleavage as she came down on her hands, licking her lips as her tits jiggled when she began to actually crawl. The closer she got, his eyes mapped the rolling of her shoulders, the arch of her back, finally to the mouth-watering curve of her hips. The barely-there dress rode high, and the bottom of her ass was now peeking out, and Seth’s dick twitched—she was either wearing a thong buried between her cheeks or no panties at all. How many hopeful, delusional men checked her out tonight? How many had offered to buy her a drink?
“I work hard for these,” he rumbled, his sensual hands and fingers gliding along his thighs, drawing her immediate attention. He tucked the tips of his fingers under his shorts, and she gulped. Seth smirked—she became a lot more responsive when she’d had a few drinks in her, a lot less embarrassed by the way he provoked her. He adored her sober shyness, but when he was able to get a taste of her spicy side? Yeah, he was gonna take advantage.
She completed her voyage by sitting between his spread legs, tucking her own legs under, and she had no interest in waiting for encouragement or permission. Her gentle, confident hands touched his ankles, and Seth was the one filled with the blush when he jumped at the surprisingly erotic sensation. She grinned, thankfully not giggling, instead leaning her hot cheek against his surgically repaired knee, against the visible scar, and she pressed a tender kiss to the slightly reddened skin before her hands continued upward. Seth’s cock had gone from semi-hard to thick and unyielding in record time, and it was his turn to swallow when his girlfriend’s silky fingers tickled his dark, wiry hair.
She’d been shy about a lot of things, but never her obsession with his thighs—his thighs had even been responsible for their meeting in the first place. And her fixation had been the catalyst for his focus on his quadriceps and hamstrings because the meatier, to use her term, they became, the stronger his girlfriend’s fetish grew. Leaning forward, her kisses danced along his inner thigh, pretty pink tongue stretching out along his goosebumped skin. Seth wasn’t expecting the groan that escaped his lips, but he was thankful for it when the woman between his legs looked up at him as her tongue slipped under the bottom of his shorts, those big eyes wrecked with need.
“Do that thing you know I like,” she whispered along with the song pounding through the speakers, lips skimming his skin.
Seth’s smile was predatory, eyes dimming to a black never before seen, and he hooked his fingers under the legs of his shorts, lifted his hips, thigh brushing her cheek, and he bunched them up toward his hips. Not only did he reveal his girlfriend’s most coveted treasure, he outlined his rigid cock—the slight curve, the bulbous head, even his balls, all on full display despite being completely clothed. And this wasn’t even the thing she liked, and she sat back on her heels as she waited for him to show off—because as much as she loved it, he loved doing it. After a few beats, after she squirmed just the slightest, attention focused on the display between his monstrous thighs, he did it. He flexed his quads and hammies, defining each muscle he worked so hard for, proudly exhibiting them as if he were hanging a painting in the Louvre. Because to his girlfriend, he was.
“Fuck, baby,” she sighed, manicured nails dipping along the hills and valleys as she revered his sculpted legs. “I fucking …” She paused, shaking her head, and then her gaze met Seth’s, sending lightning through his veins, dick twitching. Smirking, she stood, using his legs for balance. She lifted the bottom of her dress, Seth’s mouth drying as he drank in the barely-there thong, an exercise in futility when he licked his equally arid lips, and she slipped the underwear off before climbing onto Seth’s right thigh. Her soft, damp pussy settled comfortably on his brawny muscles, a sensation he decided he would have to start feeling a hell of a lot more often.
“Mmm,” he mumbled, hands landing heavily on her hips where her dress was bunched.
“So since you owe me, boyfriend,” she warbled. Seth opened his mouth to argue, her finger smashing against his lips, and he breathed a laugh, halting his words. “I’m gonna ride the fuck out of this thick ass thigh—” Seth’s smirk melted, hands slipping back to her ass, fingers dipping into her soft flesh. “—and you’re gonna sit there and watch.” Seth shrugged. “Sorry, I’ve had a little bit to drink tonight, so I’m a little fuzzy … did I mention you can’t fucking touch yourself?”
Seth took a deep breath. “All because I posted a workout video on Instagram?”
His girlfriend closed the space between them, her nose grazing his, and Seth lifted his lips for a kiss, which she dodged. “Yep,” she answered, exaggerating the final letter.
Seth thought for a moment, his brain clearer and a lot more clever than hers at the present moment, and he was easily able to predict the outcome of her punishment for him. So why not let her have her fun? Besides, the entire situation was a win-win for Seth Rollins, and there was literally nothing in the world better than that.
Except the pussy starting to grind on his thigh, and christ, that felt a little strange but a whole hell of a lot sexy as fuck. He had no idea why they’d never done this before—she’d obviously expressed interest in his thighs. Why hadn’t his dumbass come up with this a long time ago?
None of it mattered. He tucked his fingers under her dress and lifted it further until it piled at her waist—now he could watch her bare pussy as it glided along his thigh. Her clit was poking out between her folds each time her hips rocked forward, and okay, now, he thought, it was getting a little difficult to not squeeze his cock for just the smallest bit of relief.
“Fuck, Seth,” she whimpered, fingers digging into his shoulders.
“Maybe I should post more of those videos when you’re out,” Seth said. His hands abandoned her waist, his thumbs dipping under the dress just outside her breasts, and he pulled it down until her braless tits popped out.
Still holding the thong she’d taken off, she pulled Seth’s chin down, opened his lips, and tucked the moist material into his mouth, just enough to shut him up, and she pushed his chin up. “Now I can concentrate,” she whispered, hips picking up their pace.
Seth’s eyes rolled back—he could smell her, faintly, and he could taste her, and fuck, he was gonna cum in his shorts if this went on much longer. Her knee was so close to his balls—maybe he could scoot down just a skosh … no, that’d just tighten his shorts even more, probably cause enough friction to make him shoot his load like a high school virgin.
“Do it,” his girlfriend whispered, her own eyes fluttering, teeth stabbing into her lower lip. “Flex for me, Seth, please.”
With a lopsided grin, Seth let the backs of his fingers glide down the tops of her breasts, delicately passing over her pebbled nipples, and she gasped. He was the one being punished, but she was the one begging—Seth adored the ever-changing dynamic of his relationship with this bawdy woman. Teeth clamping on her thong, his hands gripped her sides, thumbs over her ribs and under her breasts, and he contracted his quads and hamstrings again, and his girlfriend threw her head back, crying out.
“God, you feel so fucking good,” she mewled, hands sliding from his shoulders to his chest. Seth’s eyes descended, jaw falling, too, as he saw those very juices he’d spoken of seeping from the top of her slit, glistening along his skin, matting the dark hair sprinkled throughout. His balls tightened.
Seth's hand slid down her side to her hip to encourage a faster pace, undivided attention locked on her pretty pussy as it rocked back and forth on his mighty thigh. Never did he think, when working out those thighs, that the end result would be his smoke show of a girlfriend rubbing her cunt all over it, soaking him, using him as her own personal sex toy. But in the future, on the leg press, this would be his visualization—his reason for pushing himself to the brink—in place of the one he’d been using: suplexing CM Punk into a watering hole full of crocodiles. The beauty riding his leg would be a welcomed change.
“Fuck, I’m so close,” she whined, nails digging into his pecs. “I need … I need …”
Her boyfriend knew what she needed. Would he be her boyfriend if he didn’t? With her panties still hanging from his mouth, he lifted his hand, thumb caressing her bottom lip until her jaw lowered. His index and middle fingers slid carefully into the blazing, wet cavern, gliding along her tongue, back, back. Her head tilted back as they continued on their journey, arriving at their destination, her throat gagging at the anticipated intrusion. She gripped his powerful bicep, his thigh still contracting and loosening, contracting and loosening between her legs.
She roared around his digits, teeth gently biting down, as her pussy clenched and her clit twitched, and Seth could feel every tremor on his thigh. Seth dipped his fingers once more into her throat, relishing in the wet gag she produced, and after a moment or two, he pulled them out, watching with hooded eyes as she licked her lips once, twice, her throat bouncing with the swallow of his flavor. She all but collapsed against his chest then, tucking her face into his neck, arms wrapping around his middle, hands tucking themselves between his broad back and the couch cushions.
“Take that, internet bitches,” she mumbled, kissing him, nuzzling him.
Seth snickered, taking her thong out of his mouth and grabbing handfuls of her ass, applying a comforting squeeze before his arms enveloped her, pulling her flush against him. “You wanna go upstairs?” he rasped.
The response he received was on brand for his girlfriend: a soft snore that would eventually lead to much louder ones. Smile growing, Seth pulled the legs of his shorts back down his thighs, not realizing how tight they’d been until relief washed over him. His cock still strained, begging to be unleashed, but he couldn’t bring himself to move. Cumming right now would pale in comparison to holding his passed out girlfriend, the very love and light of his life, as she snuffled into his neck. Maybe she’d wake up soon, maybe she wouldn’t. Either way, he was staying put.
Summary: Your neighbors’ dog somehow found his way into your house, making a mess of your things, and in order to make it up to you, he suggests taking you out on a date, marking the small start of a relationship.
A/N: Short fic for Seth. Hope You Enjoy!
You let out a sigh as you opened your front door, throwing your keys into the dish bowl while turning the lights on.
You started to walk towards the living room, but then froze at the sight. “What the-” You muttered under your breath as you looked around the room.
A blanket you hung over the couch was on the floor as well as a couple of pillows.
You looked around the house and saw your kitchen was a slight mess as well. A fruit bowl you had on the table, full of fruits you love to eat, was now missing a couple, an apple and banana on the floor with a bite taken out of each.
You slowly began backing away near the front door. Did someone break in and eat your food and mess up your living room? Or even worse, was there someone in here right now?
3 frantic knocks at the door made you jump. You tip-toed to the door and looked through the peephole, only to see your neighbor standing there.
You’ve seen him outside a couple of times walking his dog and even said hello when passing each other on morning jogs.
You opened the door to see your said neighbor with a look of worry in his eyes. “Hi, have you seen my dog, Kevin? I think he’s missing.” You frowned, shaking your head. “No, I’m sorry I haven’t seen him, but my place is kinda messed up. I think someone might’ve broken in, can you please come check with me.”
The neighbor nodded his head, the worried look changing to something more hardening. “I’m Seth by the way.” He introduced himself as he closed your door behind him. “I’m Y/n.”
You two were just about to start looking around when the sound of something falling in your bathroom caught both of yours attention. You looked at Seth, slight fear in your eyes.
He took a deep breath, ready to confront whoever was in your house, but what he didn’t expect was to see a brown and black dog prancing from the bathroom as if he did nothing wrong.
“Kevin!” He gasped out, running towards the dog before scooping him up in his arms.
You smiled watching the small reunion. He turned towards you with an apologetic, but grateful look. “This is my dog I was looking for and I’m assuming he made this mess. I’m so sorry.” He said, looking around your place.
You dismissed his apology with the wave of your hand as you went into the living room and began putting the pillows back in their place. “Oh, it’s alright as long as it was a dog and not a human.”
Seth put Kevin down, turning to you. “No seriously. You can say it’s fine, but it’s not. My dog messed up your living room, possibly did something in your bathroom, ate your food-” He listed out the things Kevin’s done, missing how he slipped away into your laundry room and came back out.
You looked down at the moving animal, eyes widening at the sight. Seth followed your gaze, the size of his eyes matching yours. “And now he’s digging through your laundry— Kevin get that out of your mouth!” He scolded the little dog as he pulled a pair of your panties from him.
Your heart was hammering out your chest, a deep blush coming to your cheeks in embarrassment. “Oh my god, I’m so sorry about him.” Seth apologized once more. He was just as embarrassed as you.
You gently grabbed them from his hands, balling them up behind your back. He grabbed Kevin, making sure not to put him down.
“How can I make this up to you? I know this is awkward, but I can replace your pillows and buy you some more fruit, or I can give you money to get a new pair of those.”
You shyly chuckled, looking down at the ground. “Seth, it’s okay. You don’t have to do any of that.” Seth grumbled. He felt extremely bad. It’s 10 PM and here you are messing around with his dog that somehow broke into your home.
“Well, how about I take you out on a date? I-I mean, not anything sexual, but you know, just to make up for all the stuff he messed with. He is my responsibility after all.” He tried explaining, his face reddened at every word.
You sweetly nodded your head with a smile. “Okay fine, since you insist, I’ll let you take me out. Just come over anytime this weekend and we can go.”
He let out a sigh of relief, glad that you finally agreed to something, and started to leave your place. “Thank you again, and I guess I will see you Saturday?” You nodded, watching as he walked back to his house.
CW: Just a casual fic, the reader is a girl?, the reader has a boyfriend at the start, idk man, not proofread.
AN: Parasocial fonal boss? No no no I'm kidding. Anyway, I love Mami she's so cool 😔 This fic low key gives Tumblr 2012 one direction vibes-
You were always a fan, sitting on the sidelines cheering everyone else on. But not here, not with something as barbaric as wrestling. But you were here with your boyfriend. So you weren't focusing, yet you couldn't help but capture the gaze of a specific wrestler, the way her blue eyes seemed to bore into yours.
The woman won the match, in fact, he decimated her opponent... it was... enticing. You couldn't help but feel a bit of a warmness in your chest.
"The winner of the match, Rhea Ripley!"
The referee shouted, raising the wrestlers arm in the air. You didn't like the theatrics, but you liked her.
"Aw what, how lame... she's not even hot."
Your boyfriend rolled his eyes. You hated when he got like this, he always liked looking at other women and treating them like... damn objects.
"Can you not? She won fair and square..."
You honestly didn't know why you were still with him... everything was always an damn argument.
"Listen... I wouldn't expect a girl like you to understand. It's a guy thing."
Was it? Well you were through with this. People were already leaving, the match was over, yet here you were arguing. Now he was spewing his annoying nonsense... you both didn't even notice that someone was standing behind you.
"There a problem here?"
A husky accented voice cut through your boyfriends berating words. When you turned around you were face to face with the wrestler. She was a bit taller than you, but you couldn't help but notice her eyes again, she was like a siren.
"No-"
"Yes, actuly there is."
You cut your boyfriend off, honestly you were happy she was asking, it filled you with a sense of... confidence.
"I'm breaking up with him."
This earned a smirk from Rhea, but now your boyfriend was panicking.
"Right then, how about you come with me? This sorry excuse for a mad doesn't deserve some one as pretty as you are."
Her words... she was so damn charming. You couldn't help it, you took her Nad and practicly let her whisk you away. I mean, you were only dating him to make your parents happy, so who cares.
She led you back stage, her muscular frame stood so firmly, you wanted to reach out, to touch her.
"Keep your hands to yourself.... for now."
Almost like she read your mind.
She led you to her dressing room, were you really doing this? Really letting some celebrity take you back to their dressing room? This was crazy. She let go of your hand, a sigh leaving he black painted lips.
"Listen, little lady.... what's your name?"
Her voice sounded softer now...
"Yn..."
You were shocked she cared. She ran her hand through her hair, biting her lip.
"That's a gorgeous name... I... this is gonna sound odd... but I spotted you in the crowd and... I couldn't resist..."
Couldn't resist? Resist you?
"Oh I..."
You could feel your face go red... what was this?
"Listen... little lady... how about I take you out for dinner? I mean, you are single now..."
You couldn't help but laugh at the rather... blunt question.
This one was funnnnnn. Don't forget to vote at the end!
Warnings: 18+ minors DNI, smut, flashing and voyeurism, but also public sex, and some girl on girl.
Flashing: TTWII Elvis
This is the first show they're filming for the new concert documentary. Elvis is so nervous he can barely breathe. He paces and sweats and cusses and chugs water and you sit there on his little vanity watching.
“Baby, what if I forget the words again?”
“You won't.” You coo, soothingly.
“I keep fuckin’ forgetting the words.” He runs his hand through his hair and looks up at the ceiling. “I can't do this. Not with the cameras on me. I hafta tell ‘em they can't film.”
You wrack your brain for some way to calm him down, but you haven't seen your husband this keyed up since the Singer special in 1968.
“Elvis, you know that's not an option.”
“I don't have a choice, doll! I can't do it!” He stops pacing for a second and looks at you, his eyes round, and for a moment he looks like the boy you met in 1958.
“Come here.” You open your arms for him to come to you but he shakes his head and goes back to pacing.
“Too nervous.” This is the worst you've ever seen him. Even in ‘68 there was a feeling that if it flopped he'd just give up. This is different. Now people have expectations. But you're not about to let him be his own worst enemy. You look around the room for something to distract him and then it dawns on you. There is one thing you can try. It's risky, but if it works the payoff will be worth it. You go to work with your hands and then whisper.
“E, look at me.” He continues pacing and shakes his hand in your direction. “Elvis.”
“Honey, I'm–”
“Elvis Aaron Presley. Look at your wife.” The use of his middle name stops him and he turns to you, ready to be annoyed. But then he stops dead in his tracks and lets his mouth fall open.
You've untied your wrap dress and are now holding it so that he can see your body in nothing but panties. Your nipples harden with the cool air on them and he stares, his eyes drifting up and down your frame.
“Goddamn, baby.”
“Now will ya come here?” He adjusts his jumpsuit at the crotch and then moves across the room to you. His hand reaches out slowly as his thumb grazes the skin of your breast.
“EP, it's time!” It's Joe on the other side of the dressing room door.
“Fuck.” Elvis whispers and then hollers back. “Okay, I'm comin’.”
You quickly pull your dress back together and tie it closed. He looks back down at you and sighs.
“Rather just stay back here with you.”
“I'll be right here when you finish. Go get ‘em, Tiger Man.” He growls and then leans down to kiss you passionately. Joe yells something again and Elvis groans as he pulls back. He adjusts his cock again to be up under his macrame belt and then heads for the door. When he gets there, he turns back to you.
“Hey, doll, do me a favor.”
“Yeah?”
“Take your panties off and toss ‘em to me.” You make a face, but don't take the time to think. Instead, you shimmy out of them and throw them to him. He tucks them in his suit and then winks. “Now I know you're ready for me after the show.”
Your mouth pops open, but he's out the door before you can say anything at all.
******
On stage, it's all Elvis can do to focus on the show and not think about your naked body wide open in front of him. He's not nervous anymore, but he sure as hell does forget some words as flashes of your tits, your hips, your thighs run across his mind. He gets progressively more turned on, so hard it hurts and pretty sure he's leaving a decent-sized precum stain in this suit. He can feel your panties against his skin and that's not helping either.
But what kills him more than anything is seeing you out in the audience knowing you're naked as a jaybird under your dress. Still, he presses on, rushing through Love Me Tender, moving his hips a bit too much just to get a little goddamn friction during fast songs, and sweating even more than normal. When he gets to the last song and you head backstage, he almost drops the mic and follows you right then, but he doesn't. He finishes the song and the second the curtain is dropped, he walks directly to you, not even taking the towel that Charlie offers him.
What he doesn't know is that you've been squirming in your seat for the whole show as well, so when he grabs your wrist, you giggle and follow along enthusiastically. He doesn't even make it back to the dressing room. Instead, he finds an almost-dark corner backstage and pushes your back up against the wall, capturing your lips in a bruising kiss. His fingers make quick work of untying your dress and then he rips off the macrame belt, unsnaps the chains on his jumpsuit, and yanks the zipper down just far enough to free his aching cock.
“God, honey, I could eat you alive right now.” He growls against your neck, hiking one leg up around his waist. Then, he drags the head of his dick through your folds and grunts at how wet you are already. “Fuck. Looks like I'm not the only one suffering.”
“No. Now, you better fuck me good and hard, E because I'm– ohhhh!” He slams into you, filling your whole pussy in one smooth motion. Your body shudders at the sudden pleasure before he slides out and then does it again.
“God, you're fuckin’ soaked. Were you hurtin’ for it, baby?” You whimper and nod, rolling your hips forward to meet his as he drives into you over and over again. “That's my girl. This sweet little pussy is mine, isn't it?”
“Yes, oh God, yes!” You moan loudly and he laughs, shushing you.
“Honey, if you don't want my hand over your mouth, you better be careful. I am fuckin’ you in public, you know.” He hisses in your ear, nibbling on your earlobe.
“Fuck!” You yell and he chuckles again, sliding his hand over your mouth without slowing his relentless thrusting into you.
“This what you wanted, you dirty little thing? Wanted me to shut you up?” Your eyes roll back and you nod as his cock pounds your g-spot. “I love fuckin’ you baby. This perfect little pussy. Mmm.”
He groans as his hips stutter into you and he moves his hand to the side of your neck, pressing his forehead to yours.
“Gonna cum, doll. You want me to fill you up?”
“Please… yes…”
“Good girl.” He whispers it as he closes his eyes and slams into you, shooting you full of his release. When he does, it pushes you over the edge too and you cum hard on his dick, your body pulsing around him as your orgasm burns through your veins like wildfire. He holds you there for a bit, panting and sweating as you both try to let your heart rates return to normal. Eventually, he lifts his head up and looks around to see if anyone saw what you were up to. When he decides the coast is clear, he slips out of you, zipping up his jumpsuit and helping your trembling hands tie your dress back into place. As soon as you're both put back together, he leans in and kisses you softly.
“Thank you, baby.”
“For fucking you?”
“Well, that, but for before the show. You always know what I need.” You kiss the end of his nose gently.
“What kind of wife would I be if I didn't?”
******
Voyeurism: EOT Elvis
“You seem sad, daddy.” You kiss his knuckles and snuggle his hand as he uses the other one to drink from his bottle of water. When he lowers the green bottle, he stares at it and nods.
“Just don't feel like myself today, doll.”
“Why not?” He clicks his tongue and looks up at you sadly.
“Don't you worry about it, honey.” The rest of the room mills about waiting for his signal to continue rehearsal. You stroke the gold scarf where he's got it pinned together on his chest.
“It's that girl, isn't it. You like her.” He blinks in surprise that you had noticed him flirting with the new backup singer. There was a time when he wouldn't have thought twice about getting her naked while you weren't looking, but he's feeling less desirable as he ages. Still, he never dreamed you knew about his conquests beyond your relationship.
“Y-y-you saw that?”
“Daddy, I'm not stupid. I know you. Why didn't you send me home and do what you normally do?” It's not your favorite thing that he has a habit of cheating on you, but you also know that sometimes it's what he needs and you'd be a fool to try to change him. He blushes a deep red and fumbles around trying to come up with some deflection that he doesn't know what you're talking about, but then he looks into your eyes. When he's met with nothing but understanding, he just sighs.
“Didn't think she'd wanna.” He mumbles it and you realize how hurt he is by the thought.
“Oh, Elvis.” He blinks again. You never call him Elvis. “You really think that girl didn't want you?”
“Can't talk about this with you, doll. Can't hurt you like this.” His fingertips fiddle with the hem of your shirt and he can't meet your eyes. You use one finger to gently tip his chin up.
“Daddy, the only thing that hurts me is that you've never thought to include me.”
“Include you?” His voice is incredulous.
“Yeah. You've never asked, but I like girls as much as you do.” You give him a soft smile and giggle a little. It's not something you usually tell people, but he's your safe place.
“Don't play with me, doll. You serious?” His eyes widen as you lean in and whisper in his ear.
“Oh, daddy. You know baby doesn't ever play.” With that, you pull back and walk across the room to the new backup singer. He watches in amazement as you talk with her. You're too far away for him to hear what you're saying, but he watches you flirt for a bit before you lean in and whisper something in her ear. She bites her lower lip as you pull back and then looks at him and nods.
“Time for lunch, everybody!” He claps his hands dramatically and urges everyone out, his heart pounding and a giant smile on his face.
******
In what feels like minutes, you're back in the hotel suite you're sharing. He's sitting in a chair watching as you and the other girl kiss and pet each other. It doesn't take him long to slip into his naturally-dominant role.
“Take her shirt off, doll.”
“Yes, daddy.” You coo and then slip her shirt off over her head.
“Goddamn.” Her breasts bounce free, exposing the fact that she wasn't wearing a bra. He palms himself over his pants. “Now suck on her nipples a bit, baby.”
You don't hesitate to dive in and pull one of her hardened buds into your mouth, flicking your tongue over it like he does to you. She moans softly and then takes off your shirt and bra too. The sight of your breasts rubbing against each other is too much for him, so he unzips and pulls out his aching cock.
“Fuck, girls. Don't stop.” He starts to stroke himself lazily, pulling his cigar to his lips with his other hand. “I wanna see you eat each other.”
“Anything for you, daddy.” You get on your knees and pull her skirt and panties down, exposing the patch of sandy hair between her legs. She backs up to sit on the bed and you spread her thighs. Her glistening pussy makes you shiver and, even though you've never done it before, you don't think twice before you lean forward and drag your tongue up her slit. She whimpers and rolls her hips forward and you find her clit easily. The taste is earthy and sweet and you're amazed at how much it turns you on to lick her like this.
“Shit, doll. You must be good. She's already trembling.” He pumps himself a little harder, imagining shoving his own tongue in your sweet little pussy.
Your hands grip her hips as you eat her furiously and she grabs a handful of your hair. “Fuck! I'm gonna cum!”
She screams and squeezes your head with her thighs.
“Spread her open, baby. I wanna see her cum on your tongue.” You use both hands to pry her legs open again and then moan into her wetness, pushing her over the edge. She throws her head back and groans as her body contracts and relaxes, pulsing on your tongue.
“Fuck.” He swipes his thumb across the head of his dick and gathers some precum as he strokes himself. “Sit on her face, doll.”
She lays back on the bed as you remove your shorts and panties and climb onto her, stopping to rub yourself against her and kiss her deeply. Then, you settle with a knee on either side of her head. She eagerly grabs your ass and pulls your pussy to her lips, licking you furiously. You moan deeply and grab one of your breasts, pinching your nipple between your fingers.
“That's it, doll. Let her eat that sweet little pussy. Cum on her face.” He jerks himself harder and faster now, the sight in front of him turning him on so much he feels like he might explode right now. You feel the edges of your orgasm approaching as she licks and sucks your clit, shoving her fingers up inside you to pump against your g-spot.
“Oh, fuck, daddy. You wanna see me cum?”
“Yes. Come on, baby, cum for daddy.” You obey his command as your body shudders and your release washes over you, sending lightning from your fingertips to your toes.
He stands up and walks over to the side of the bed, cock bouncing and weeping as he moves.
“Daddy's turn. Both of you sit up.” You position yourselves shoulder to shoulder on your knees, both of your lips slick and shining with the other’s arousal. He pumps himself with his left hand and runs his thumb over your swollen mouth. “You were so good for me, baby.”
She leans forward and licks the tip of his cock and he moans. Not to be outdone, you do the same. Next thing he knows, you're licking him and sucking him together, your tongues brushing against each other as you treat him like an ice cream cone. He grunts and leans his head back, but he knows his climax is building quickly.
“Come on, ladies. Give daddy a good target.” You pull off of him and wrap your arms around each other, pressing your breasts together. “Fuck. That's it.”
He pumps himself hard and fast now, but it doesn't take long at all for him to cuss and groan and shoot cum all over both of your tits. Both of you giggle as you feel it hot and sticky on your chests. He lets go of himself and lets his softening cock rest on your skin.
“Goddamn, baby. That was beautiful.” You look up at him with your eyes full of love.
“You feel better?”
“Like you wouldn't believe.”
When the three of you get back to rehearsal, he's fully restored. The other musicians marvel at the change in his attitude and one of the other backup singers asks how you managed it. You look at the girl you fucked and she laughs.
please, Mommy!Rhea Ripley x Little!reader who is terribly afraid of injections, which causes her insomnia and panic, and the next day Rhea takes the reader to the hospital, puts her on her lap and holds her during the procedure
(Sorry for my poor english and thank you very much. I love what you do💞)
Shots
Mommy!rhea Ripley x little!fem!reader
Warnings: hospital, age regression, injections/shots, hurt/comfort
Last night was rough for you and your mommy Rhea. Today you were going to the doctor to get shots and you couldn’t sleep all night because of your intense nerves. The two of you now were sitting in the waiting room, waiting for the nurse to call you back. Your leg was bouncing up and down and you were picking at your fingers like crazy, almost making them bleed.
Rhea took noticed and grabbed your hands with hers and you started playing with her nails and rings. A few minutes later a short nurse with red hair came out and called your name making your anxiety worsen. You looked up at your mommy in terror and she gave you a reassuring smile instead. She took your hand and stood up, making you stand with her and the two of you went back with the nurse. She took y’all to a room and you sat on a little bed and waited for the doctor to come in.
The wait wasn’t long and soon the doctor came in with a bright smile on his face making you a little less nervous. “Ready for your shots today y/n?” He asked you and you shook your head no fast. “Awwww don’t worry! It will be over quick! You won’t even feel it!” He assured you and you still shook your head. The doctor looked over at Rhea and she nodded. She stood up and sat beside you on the bed and pulled you onto her lap.
You looked up at her in curiosity and she gave you a smile instead. The doctor got seated on a stool and came over to you with the couple of shots in his hands. Your body started to shake some from the anxiety that was invading you and Rhea held you tightly. Not to tight to restrain you but to bring you comfort. The doctor did everything to prep you and you closed your eyes, trying to only feed rheas strong arms around your shaking body.
A few minutes passed and the doctor tapped your hand gently and you opened your eyes to see bandaids on your arms. You couldn’t believe it was already over. You looked up at Rhea to see her smiling brightly at you. “You did it babygirl! I am so proud of you.” She said softly next to your ear making you blush. “I agree! You did extremely well y/n! Here. Have a lollipop!” He said happily and brought over a jar of lollipops. You smiled big, carefully reaching to your favorite flavor and grabbed one.
Rhea and you left the doctors shortly after that and you couldn’t believe how easy that visit was. You were so nervous and anxious last night and you were so glad it was finally over. “Ready for some ice cream baby? I think you deserve it after being so good and brave at the doctors.” Rhea said as she drives and with you on the passenger side. “Wes Pweasie!” You said excitedly and she smiled as she drives y’all to your favorite ice cream place to get your favorite flavor, for her brave girl.
A/n: happy Easter (or whatever you celebrate) or happy Sunday! Gonna try to be posting more but I basically have three jobs now and as soon as I get home, I’m exhausted. I hope anon that you enjoy this and everyone else does too. Remember to stay hydrated and to rest! Take care of yourselves. I love y’all! :)
Hii! Can I request one from Finn Bálor where he betrayed User (something like the storyline of Rhea, Damian and the New Judgement Day)
I love your writing! 🤍
the judgment day x reader (platonic) / finn balor x reader (romantic)
likes, comments and reblogs are always appreciated!
‼️angst, comfort but angst‼️
OUR LOVE FADES TO BLACK
you were one of the first original members of the judgment day. way before rhea joined it was just you, edge and damian. way before dominik, jd and carlito joined. even way before your boyfriend finn joined. that’s how you actually grew closer. from simple greetings backstage to spending most of your time together, you grew an incredible strong bond and you both ended up falling in love with each other.
you definitely wasn’t expecting to fall in love, especially with a co worker. you knew how complicated things could get and you liked keeping your private life separated from your work life. but love is blind - as people say - and you ended up falling for the irish man - hard.
he loved you. he swore it to you.
“you are the one i want to build my future with” he used to whisper right after you made love. and you believed it.
yet something unpredictable and unexpected happened. something changed and you didn’t expect the end to feel like this.
but maybe you should’ve known the second he avoided your eyes in the hallway after the mess the group just made at summerslam.
it was the night after the fatal event. the night everything cracked — damian betrayed by finn, dom turning on rhea, the whole foundation of judgment day shaken to its core. your only family cracked from the inside.
you saw him right there a couple of hours after he made sure damian lost his title.
“can we talk?” you asked, voice low but steady. you didn’t want to cause a scene. not yet. crew was backstage and even if you noticed some eyes looking to your own direction, you pretended everything was okay.
finn didn’t stop walking, just gave you a shrug “later, maybe.”
“no. now finn” you stepped in front of him, searching his face “what the hell happened out there? you turned on damian, on us…” and the look on his face already told you everything you needed to know.
“don’t start” he muttered “you wouldn’t understand.”
“then make me understand!” you snapped, your voice cracking at the end “you’re my partner, both in the ring and…” you lowered your voice, softer now, more vulnerable than you meant to be “and outside of it.”
he hesitated. for a second, you thought you saw regret flicker in his eyes but it was gone just as fast.
“things change” he said simply, brushing past you without another word.
you stood frozen, chest tight, fists clenched. you didn’t follow him. maybe you should have. maybe you would’ve seen it coming.
monday night raw came fast, but the tension didn’t ease. he didn’t call you during the day nor did texted you.
you told yourself he’d explain eventually. maybe he just needed time. you’d been through worse together. you’d stood shoulder-to-shoulder in wars inside that ring. lovers, teammates, champions. what you had wasn’t just storyline —it was real.
you believed that.
until it shattered.
it was supposed to be a routine match — you vs. liv morgan. nothing you couldn’t handle. you were scheduled to have revenge fight for rhea and you loved the idea. and it was going your way, until the music hit. until he walked out.
finn.
you paused, confused. but then he smiled — smirked — and that’s when your stomach dropped.
he distracted the ref just long enough to let liv hit you and pin you down. you kicked out a second too late.
1, 2, 3.
the bell rang and your name wasn’t the one announced.
did finn? no, he couldn’t.
you sat up in disbelief, eyes wide, heart in your throat. finn slid into the ring, lifting liv’s arm in victory like he had just won the damn match. the crowd erupted, part cheers, mostly boos, but all you could hear was the way your heart cracked open.
you stood, slow and shaky, and walked toward him.
“what the hell was that?” you asked, voice low, hoarse with rage and heartbreak “finn?”
he didn’t even look at you instead he turned his back and walked out of the ring with liv morgan at his side while dom was waiting for her too.
you didn’t cry in front of the cameras. not there. not where the world could see but backstage, once the door shut behind you, tears fell from your eyes. angry broken tears.
the man who swore he loved you had just turned his back on you. used you.
and for what? you didn’t even know why.
then came the knock.
“go away…” you muttered, wiping your face with the back of your hand, not even caring who was from the other side of the door.
but the door opened anyway. of course it did. damian never listened.
he stepped inside, followed closely by rhea. both of them looked like hell — like everything they believed in had collapsed beneath their feet.
maybe it had.
you didn’t say anything. just looked at them, lips trembling, unable to form a sentence. damian walked over slowly, arms wide open. you didn’t even try to resist when he pulled you in.
“he did it to you too” rhea said quietly, voice tight with fury “you didn’t deserve that.”
rhea couldn’t understand why. neither could damian. they knew that man loved you. he worshipped the ground you walked. rhea understood why dom did what he did to her. damian understood why finn made him lose. but they couldn’t understand why would finn hurt you this bad.
you shook your head against damian’s chest trying to keep it together “you know…he said he loved me.”
“then he lied” damian growled, his voice protective in a way that broke your heart even more.
“i should’ve known after summerslam. i just… i thought maybe it was about the storyline itself…not” your voice faltered “not me.”
rhea sat beside you on the bench, her hand firm on your knee “he made his choice and he’s gonna regret it.”
you didn’t respond. you just let yourself sink into the comfort of the only two people who hadn’t turned their backs.
judgment day was falling apart.
but damian and rhea were still with you and somehow, in the middle of all the chaos, that was enough to hold on to.
“what do we do now?” you asked as tears kept rolling down your cheeks, staining damian’s t-shirt too.
“we fight. we make them pay” rhea said with a very pissed tone.
she made you crack a smile.
“i just…i can’t understand, i don’t understand…” he was naked underneath you just a couple of nights ago telling you how much he loved you. his hands on your hips as you were on his lap “…i truly can’t understand…” you never felt betrayed as now.
memories playing in your mind. from the way he held you and touched you. you just felt used now.
“i know love…” rhea said trying to comfort you but she knew that no matter what she was going to say, it wasn’t going to change the fact that you felt betrayed by the person you loved the most. “hey…listen y/n, you are not alone” rhea whispered, her voice fierce, like she was daring the world to try and take anything else from you “he might’ve walked away, but we’re not going anywhere. you hear me?”
you nodded into damian’s chest, fingers curling into his shirt like it was the only thing keeping you from falling apart completely.
“he’s gonna regret this” damian murmured, low and dangerous. “not because you’re part of judgment day. not because he screwed over the team. but because he let go of you and you’re the best damn thing he ever had.”
it was too soon to believe it. too soon to breathe without it hurting but having them there — not as teammates, not as stablemates, but as your family — it made the pain a little more bearable.
“we’ll rebuild…” rhea said, her voice full of fire “without him. without dom. without jd and carlito…we’ll come back stronger and you? you’re not done. you’re just getting started.”
you weren’t ready to stand yet. not tonight. maybe not tomorrow, either.
Tags/Warnings: 1974!Elvis, angst, hurt/comfort (eventually), mention of Graceland, impulsive behavior, stubborn Elvis
𝕡𝕒𝕣𝕥 𝟙 𝕠𝕗 𝟚
The slam of the front door echoed through the halls of Graceland loudly, “Elvis Aaron Presley, don’t you dare walk away from me!” you shout, the silk of your robe billowing as you stumble onto the pavement, heels clicking wildly on the stone. “I swear to God, you turn around right now!”
But he doesn’t.He’s halfway down the driveway, striding with furious purpose toward his private jet, the Lisa Marie, glowing like a silver ghost in the dark.
“Elvis!”
No answer. You chased after him anyway, breath catching from rage and heartbreak. “You always do this! You run off, you hide in that damn plane like it can fix things!”
He paused at the foot of the stairs. Your voice cracked. “You get on that plane, and I swear to you—I’m done. I’ll leave. Graceland, all of it. I won’t be here when you get back.”
His hand tightened on the railing.
Silence.
Just complete silence. He turned his head, just slightly, just enough to let you know he heard. But he doesn’t say a word. He boarded anyway.
The engines didn't start—yet. You stand there, trembling in your heels, watching the shadow of him vanish into the belly of that bird. And you wonder if he’s calling your bluff—or if you just shattered something that can’t be put back together.
You wait. Minutes pass. The engines growl to life, a deep rumble that vibrates in your chest. You don’t move. You can’t. You just stand there in your robe and heels, staring up at the glowing windows of the Lisa Marie like maybe, just maybe, he’ll step back out. Change his mind.
He doesn't. He won't.
The plane taxis, smooth and slow, then takes off into the velvet sky—silver wings slicing through the clouds.
Your arms wrapped around yourself as the warm night suddenly feels cold. You swallow down the lump rising in your throat, chest burning. You’d thought the words would stop him. You thought the threat of leaving Graceland—leaving him—would be enough. Apparently not.
Maybe he didn’t believe you. Maybe he’s calling your bluff. Or maybe… maybe he just didn’t care as much as you hoped he did. You turned and walked back up the driveway, the pavement biting through your heels, your steps slower now, heavier. Inside, the house was quiet. Too quiet.
You pass the living room, the dining room, the piano he barely touched lately. Everything felt hollow. Elvis could fill a room without even trying, but without him, Graceland feels like a ghost town.
You end up in your shared bedroom, falling onto the bed without bothering to take off your shoes. His cologne still lingers on the sheets. Tears finally come, hot and silent, slipping down your cheeks and onto the pillow. You tried to tell yourself you don’t care. That he can stay gone. But God, he took the air with him when he left, but you were true to your word and you got up from the bed and began packing all your belongings.
--
The Lisa Marie touched down just past midnight, wheels kissing the Memphis tarmac like a secret apology. Elvis didn't wait for the steps to be lowered. He’s already pacing before his boots hit the driveway. The heat from the earlier argument still simmers beneath his skin, but now it’s mixed with something colder—something sharper.
Regret. He pushes through the front doors of Graceland, calling for you. No answer. Upstairs, the bedroom is dark. Empty. The robe you’d been wearing is folded neatly on the edge of the bed. Your heels are gone.
His stomach drops. “Honey?” His voice cracked. He checked the bathroom. The closet. The music room. The kitchen. Nothing.
You left. You actually left. He stood in the doorway of the bedroom, one hand braced against the frame, breathing hard. The air feels thinner without you in it.He thought you were bluffing.
You always yelled, always threatened. But this time… This time you meant it. And now? Now he stood in a silent house filled with gold records and ghosts, replaying the sound of your voice—furious, trembling, full of hurt—as it echoed down the driveway hours ago. And the worst part?
He doesn’t know if you were ever coming back.
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