[sickfcksa]

sickfcks    is    a    selective    multi    muse    roleplay    blog    for    my    private    muses.    i    will    only    write    these    with    you    if    we    have    been    mutuals    on    one    of    my    blogs    before.    this    is    a    plot    driven    space    and    just    winging    it    won’t    cut    it    around    her    ⸺    an    extension    and    sideblog    to    guil0tine    loved    by    moxi    (    28,    they/them,    gmt+1    )    muses    to    be    found    below    the    cut.

julia    hart     orange    cassidy     jay    white    renee    paquette     alexa    bliss     carmella roman    reigns seth    rollins kota    ibushi liv    morgan camilo    reed    (    oc    ⸺     investor    &    stakeholder    )

[sickfcksa]

this    blog    has    moved    to    @sickfcks    all    threads    were    moved    there.

[godflcw]

“    and    do    what    ?    “    she    comes    to    sit    on    the    corner    of    his    hotel    bed,    pulling    one    sock    over    her    foot    before    the    other.    liv    doesn’t    look    at    him.    can’t.    if    she    does,    she’ll    say    yes.    and    if    she    says    yes    .    .    .    well,    she’s    played    this    game    before.    the    game    of    staying.    of    giving    too    much    to    someone    who’s    not    willing    or⸺     not    able    to    provide    the    same.    and    then    ?    then    what    ?    then    she    finds    herself    unable    to    leave    and    they    ?    they    move    on.    “    hold    you    in    case    you    have    a    bad    dream    ?    “    petite    blonde    jokes.    though    if    she    doesn’t    leave    it    will    be    she    who    is    haunted    by    dreams.    so,    instead,    she    leans    down    to    pick    up    the    fabric    of    her    pants    and    steps    into    them.    “    i’m    just    a    few    doors    down    the    hall,    seth.    not    that    far    away,    right    ?    “

this is what happens ; this is what they do. they fumble , they fuck , and she's gone before he's out of bed. and , to say it wasn't what he'd wanted , initially , was a lie. someplace warm to get off after another backbreaking match or someone with the wrong opinion'd riled him up. because his fingers , tangled up in all that blonde , never evoked complaints. liv egged him on. made demands. tested a still impressive endurance and , despite it all , fell apart like she were fragile in the end. but she's not. she's anything but and seth , for all his bluster and bravado , finds himself in the same , sorry position he always does. sat up , alone , watching her get ready to make a run for it.

" sure , why not , " his voice is hoarse , red splotches at either side of his neck in the shapes of her fingers , " i'll tell you all about 'em when i wake up. " it'd be easier if they stopped. his room stayed his room — hers , hers. but liv isn't quick enough tonight and , sheets failing in their pull to restrain him , seth's made the lurch after a hand now finished with its hurried chore. " hey ! " it's a tight hold and he's hesitant to lessen his grip. not when supposed freedom means this room'll be too quiet and this big , stupid bed , too empty. " would you just.. wait a minute ? " @sickfcks

[sickfcksa]

she    doesn’t    want    this.    she    doesn’t    want    to    fight    with    her    own    head.    doesn’t    want    to    tell    herself    no⸺    over    and    over    again.    like    she    had    done    many    times.    like    she    does    every    time    that    he    kisses    her    goodbye    dressed    in    nothing    but    the    blanket    that    is    still    wet    with    their    . . .    whatever.    she    doesn’t    want    to    but⸺    should.    has    to.    baby    blue    eyes    look    at    where    his    hand    is    curled    around    her    wrist    and    truly    . . .    the    delusional    excuse    of     ‘    i’m    just    a    girl    ‘    itching    at    her    brain    until    the    back    of    her    thighs    find    the    bed    again.    taste    on    her    tongue    numbing    as    she    falls    back    into    same    old,    same    old⸺    same    old    bad    behavior.    

hesitation    before    her    gaze    finally    finds    his    face.    she    should    go.    fuck    shit,    has    she    not    battled    against    herself    long    enough    ?     would    one    time    . . .     one    night,    would    it    really    hurt    that    much    ?    it    would.    and    yet    it    is    the    familiarity    of    the    pain    she    seeks.    if    her    heart    bleeds    . . .    perhaps    that    is    when    she    is    the    most    her.    “    what’s    up    ?    “    said    quieter,    searching    his    face⸺    looking    for    an    indicator,    looking    for    something    that    would    tell    her    . . .     he’s    just    as    scared.    he’s    asking    her    to    stay    now    because    he    is    just    as    scared    of    what    happens    if    they⸺    don’t    give    this    a    shot.    because    if    they    don’t,    perhaps,    there’d    be    no    familiarity    in    the    pain    at    all.    going    down    without    a    fight    is    nothing    either    of    them    is    used    to    after    all.     @kngdrip

[psyhottic]

♡   (   𝐧𝐬𝐟𝐰 𝐩𝐫𝐨𝐦𝐩𝐭𝐬 ' accepting   ) 🌸 ft roman @guil0tine

bubble of laughter spills from plump lips, a coating of pink gloss in signature fashion while curls of blonde form a crown against silky sheets. she's an image of perfection, and the taste of tequila. late night hours of partying drew them back to her hotel room, desperate hands and hungry lips barely haven taken a break long enough to make it through the door before latching onto his shirt, pulling him down with her. ❛ off ❜ simple request though a smile, bunching up the material towards his chest and over his head. [ PUSH ] sender pushes receiver onto bed.

[sickfcksa]

he    doesn’t    drink⸺    not    really.    not    beyond    the    point    of    inhaling    the    sweet    ring    of    her    laughter    at    every    half    good    joke    he    makes.    not    when    he    wants    to    be    present    for    this,    wants    to    seep    in    every    second    of    their    skin    touching    and    all    that    attention    on    him.    he    lets    her.    lets    her    push    up    the    fabric    enough    until    he    pulls    it    over    his    head.    a    few    dark    locks    coming    loose    from    a    tight    bun    sitting    at    the    nape    of    his    neck⸺     usually    distressed    by    the    ruffled    look ;            not    now.    not    when    a    large    palm    finds    her    chin,    tan    skin    contrasting    perfectly    against    hers.    weight    supported    on    his    other    elbow    where    it    presses    into    the    bed    right    next    to    her    head.    between    them    he    is    swollen    thick    behind    the    fabric    of    denim    (    for    once    )    ⸺    lets    her    feel    the    weight    of    it,    the    heat    radiating.    “    further    demands    ?    “    mumbled    playfully    all    while    lips    have    found    a    soft    neck    already,    while    kisses    are    placed    there    and    a    silk    tongue    tastes    her,    marks    her,    claims    her.

[godflcw]

she's wet , warm , empowered.. there're no complaints to be had. he doesn't shake loose of renee's grip , his wrist pressing into her palm for the added pressure she's readily grinding into. riding fingers that'd have entered without aid eventually , but the show of demanding desperation is enough to give in without much fanfare. a welcomed glide , once , and a second , crooked to coax another , throaty noise while she speaks. asserts herself. nestles her pretty little digits around his throat and—

for a second , brief as it was , he'd doubted her. raised his chin for a defiance that's readily shot down. forced back into a cushion that accepts the bulk of both their weight ; she should squeeze tighter , though. steal the twinkle out his eyes and the cruel way his thumb moves to join a fun she thinks herself in control of. catches the sweet spot of a bud that's circled , " can't , " seth rasps , tongue wetting lips before lulling out , an eager taunt. " always thinking. " about his next moves. about his retired plans and future goals. about how hard the weight between his legs has swollen and whether he could kick his shorts off without standing.

breaths are finally tapering. they shudder. fall. lips are tingling with a wanting numbness and , " you gonna— " he doesn't quit. he doesn't stop talking till he's made to and the pump of soaked fingers , their pace steady and their target stroked , egg him on , " settle for my hand ? "

seth hoped not.

his heels planted , hips rise , the offering there for the taking , knocked up against the backs of soft , pale thighs. but.. as he scoops renee closer , near enough for teeth to catch at silk and skin of her breast , " when my face is right here ? "

[sickfcksa]

when    seth    gets    the    hint,    starts    moving    fingers⸺    back    and    forth.    back    and    forth    again    . . .     she    releases    her    grip    on    his    wrist,    stills    hips    again.    her    lead    no    longer    needed    here.    “    i    don’t    know.    “    spoken    softer    now.    greed    in    disguise.    “    you    were    so    busy    with    your    game    that    it    seemed    like    you    forgot    . . .    that    you’re    hungry.    “    both    hands    around    his    neck    now,    allows    him    to    take    a    breath    before    they    really    close    around    his    neck    and    she    leans    in    to    place    her    lips    against    his.    it    is    a    chaste    kiss.    skin    ghosting    over    skin,    barely    tasting    him    at    all    when    she    feels    him    hard    and    swollen    between    them.    

a    few    more    seconds⸺    few    more    seconds    of    feeling    his    fingers    rubbing    against    a    swollen    nub    between    her    legs,    his    hand    sticky    with    her    wetness    slowly.    he    is    right.    he    is    right    because    this    is    not    all    she    came    for,    not    what    she    wants    to    settle    for.    hands    finally    release    his    throat.    “    true,    baby.    “    the    petname    feels    foreign    on    her    tongue    but    she    tries    the    taste    of    it    anyway,    tries    for    the    sake    of    seeing    if    it    causes    any    sort    of    reaction.    all    those    nights    spent    together    and    yet    . . .    renee    still    pushes    and    plays    and    most    of    the    time⸺    gets    lucky    with    it.    “    i    guess    there    is    only    one    way    to    shut    you    up    after    all.    “

where    her    center    and    his    hand    touch,    she    withdraws.    withdraws    and    raises    enough    just    for    the    sake    of    finding    his    shoulders    with    her    hands,    nudging    him    to    lay    on    his    back.    it    should,    perhaps,    be    awkward    when    there    is    a    brief    pause    until    he    is    stretched    out    on    the    couch    but    . . .    knowing    seth,    he    probably    doesn’t    care    and    so    she    tries    not    to    care    either.    

reverse    cowgirl    on    his    chest,    leans    forward    to    expose    herself    right    before    him.    the    first    time    they    had    done    this    she’d    been    nervous.    now,    renee’s    heart    pounds    in    her    chest    but    she’s    far    too    distracted    by    the    tent    in    his    shorts    to    care.    far    too    distracted    to    care    when    fingers    slip    under    the    elastic    to    push    the    fabric    down    towards    his    thighs,    greeted    with    the    price    she    came    here    for.    her    palm    connects    first.    then,    before    waiting    for    his    mouth    to    connect    with    her    center,    puts    her    own    to    use⸺    tongue    pressed    against    a    pink    tip    that    tastes    salty    and    feels    hot    and    gets    greeted    by    the    inside    of    her    mouth. @kngdrip

[sickfcksa]

renee    huffs    and    crosses    arms    over    her    chest.    “    oh    really    ?!    “    perhaps    holds    her    chin    higher    than    needed,    perhaps    . . .    doesn’t    buy    his    crappy    attitude    and    the    flared    nostrils.    adam    could    be    angry    and    he    could    throw    fists    and    punches    at    the    world.    when    they    are    here    and    it    is    about    . . .    them    ?    she’s    not    having    it.    is    not    having    the    pushing    and    pulling,    the    hint    dropping,    the    vagueing    and    the⸺     lack    of    directness.    “    what    exactly    is    your    problem    ?    because    if    it    is    that    i    asked    for    the    tiniest    bit    of    respect    for    my    work⸺     and    me,    then    we    are    done    here.    “

" the next time i open up to someone is my autopsy  " @aceofm0x

[sickfcksa]

“    no,    no.    “    kota    replies    almost    immediately.    how    is    he    supposed    to    say    it    ?     how    would    he    say    that    the    hands    of    another    are    nothing    he    is    used    to    unless    they    break    his    body    and    tear    at    his    skin    the    way    it    had    happened    moments    ago    ?    how    is    he    supposed    to    say    that    tenderness    . . .     is    nothing    he    is    familiar    with.    clears    his    throat.    buys    himself    time.    there    is    no    way    of    saying    it    without    saying    it    so,    when    dark    hues    meet    the    eyes    of    the    other,    a    coy    smile    curls    around    the    corner    of    his    mouth.    “    you    are⸺     gentler    than    the    doctors.    “    he    tries.    “    i’m    okay    . . .    are    you    ?    “    ironic    to    ask    with    the    traces    of    blood    on    his    body    and    cody’s    hands    working    so    sweetly.    ( x ) @inheritantroyalty

[godflcw]

even without renee , he'd taken to walking behind them. letting seth and dean lead. talk strategy. he was the quiet shadow , there , making sure their sixes were covered. but with her there..

she makes him nervous. makes palms clammy and the subtle twitch of a stifled smile harder and harder to bury. likely for a knack of not really wanting to. not when roman catches her in his peripherals , looking. watching. growing a grin of her own for every new fumble that tries to crease at the corners of his eyes. and it's that amusement that should've kept him free from surprise. warded off the hitch in his breath and a stumble through a doorway that's just as quickly shut as it'd been opened. " hey , hold up— "

the words don't have time to get their legs up under themselves. she's smiling. renee is all sparkling eyes , bouncing curls , and a smile he doesn't , this time , shy away from. returns it , even. till it's crawled up into pale grey and his own grin coils in spite of him. moves his hand from the hold of thin fingers and , instead , threads them and their counterpart with his own. " c'mon.. you know i've got a match. " that he'll willingly be late for , judging by the continued grip and a diminishing distance. " 's gonna be a real long night with those two if i'm late. you gonna take the fall for me ? "

[sickfcksa]

she’s    more    subtle    when    they    are    around    the    others    ⸺    around    the    boys.    subtle    because    . . .    the    will    they    won’t    they    phase    makes    her    stomach    sick    on    some    days    and    her    knees    weak    everyday.    his    smile    does    too.    the    way    the    corners    of    his    mouth    curl    up    all    the    way    to    reach    bright    eyes,    teeth    showing    ⸺    the    type    of    smile,    as    she    noticed,    not    everyone    got    to    see.    or    perhaps    that    was    what    a    girl    blinded    by    a    crush    wanted    to    think.    a    crush.    that’s    what    this    is,    right    ?    a    work    crush    . . .    ?    or    not.    when    their    fingers    intertwine,    his    palm    just    as    hot    and    sweaty    as    hers.    it    is    the    one    and    only    time    her    mouth    refuses    to    work,    refuses    to    work    up    a    smart    reply.    he    is    better    at    it.    of    course    he    is.    roman    is    . . .    good    at    everything.    roman    is    good.    

“    just    two    minutes.    “     coyly,    cheeks    turn    rosy    as    they    stand    in    each    other’s    personal    space.    wonders    if    . . .     he’d    allow    more.    if    he’d    let    her    get    just    that    much    closer.    just    close    enough    for    her    belly    to    touch    his.    carefully,    testing    the    waters    all    while    cheeks    start    hurting    from    the    grin    on    her    face    that    turns⸺    nervous.    “    i    will.    i’m    sure    your    boys    will    be    . . .     gentler    if    i    do.    “     and    she    wonders.    wonders    what    it    would    be    like    to    feel    his    face    close    to    hers,    his    breath    on    her    skin,    his    lips    on    hers    . . .    and    then    feels    her    heart    beating    in    her    throat    over    it    and    shies    away    from    trying.    “    i    missed    seeing    you. ”    admitted    sheepishly    while    head    leans    further    into    her    neck    to    look    up    at    him    from    behind    thick    lashes.    

[aceofm0x-deactivated20241227]

They met, instantly intrigued by one another all those years ago. Magnetized. It surprised Jon that such a beautiful AND smart woman with a great head on her shoulders fell for him. But here they are. Even after all the flaws Renee has seen of his, she still stays, she still loves him. He could hear the uncaring way the words came from her mouth. This dress was one of many and when they got caught up like this? Who could count how many have met the trash can in the aftermath. Mox reached up from thighs to pull down her silky feeling underwear, falling to her ankles. Not even a second to waste- with palm side his middle found contact between her moist folds. Massaging against them. "Mm, ya stay wet for me." He grins against her twin flesh while hiking up one of her legs for better access. But making sure he's got Renee steadied between himself and the mirror.

[sickfcksa]

that    the    mirror    would    need    cleaning    after    they    were    done    with    each    other,    matters    so    little    when    jon    does    what    he    does.    does    it    with    such    nonchalance    and    yet    . . .    firm    hands    that    take    the    lead.    she    lets    him.    lets    him    because    she    feels⸺    safe.    ultimately,    with    him    she    is    safe    and    that,    perhaps,    arouses    her    the    most.    no    doubt    and    no    fear    what    would    wait    at    the    other    end    of    sex.    he    is    steady.    he    is    always    steady    for    her.    the    thought    of    it    causes    her    to    grind    hips    against    his    hand,    a    leg    around    his    waist    to    pull    herself    just    that    much    closer.    “    you    have    a    bit    of    an    effect.    “    renee    jokes,    fingertips    digging    further    into    him,    craving⸺     more.    more    of    him,    skin    on    skin,    his    heartbeat    against    hers    and    . . .    sinfully    his    thick    girth    between    her    legs.    

[sickfcksa]

[ patch ] sender carefully patches one of receiver's wounds / for ibushi

he    flinches,    eyes    dragged    away    from    where    cody’s    fingers    linger    against    his    skin    . . .     where    he    is    hot    and⸺     bruised,    cut    open,    hurt.    a    bandaid    retrieved    from    its    wrapping    to    cover    a    cut    at    the    back    of    his    shoulder.    blood    dried,    the    flow    stopped    and    yet⸺     the    burn    remains    where    healing    and    sanitizing    lotion    was    rubbed    into    the    bruised    flesh.    “    thanks    . . .    “    ibushi    mumbles.    perhaps    embarrassed    by    the    need    for    aid,    embarrassed    enough    to    keep    his    gaze    averted    ⸺    embarrassed    when    he    flinches    at    the    feeling    of    hands    positioning    the    plaster.

[poohsources]

🐝  *  ―  𝑺𝑬𝑿𝑼𝑨𝑳 𝑻𝑬𝑵𝑺𝑰𝑶𝑵 𝑷𝑹𝑶𝑴𝑷𝑻𝑺.  (  nsfw.  as a reminder: your muse = sender and my muse = receiver.  add + reverse to reverse the action.  feel free to adjust to better fit your muses.  )

❛  you look absolutely irresistible right now.  ❜ ❛  there’s so many things i’d love to do to you.  ❜ ❛  it isn’t fair how much you turn me on.  ❜ ❛  i can’t stop thinking about you.  ❜ ❛  tell me what you want me to do.  ❜ ❛  do you want to take this somewhere more … private?  ❜ ❛  if you keep looking at me like that i don’t think i’ll be able to control myself any longer.  ❜ ❛  is this okay or do you want me to stop?  ❜ ❛  would it be wrong for me to kiss you?  ❜ ❛  i’ve noticed you’ve been staring at me this whole time.  ❜ ❛  why don’t you come a little closer?  ❜ ❛  the things i’d do to you if we weren’t out in public …  ❜ ❛  can you feel what you are doing to me?  ❜ ❛  i’ve got something really special planned for us.  ❜ ❛  we’ll see where the night will take us.  ❜ ❛  i’ve never felt such an instant connection with anyone else before.  ❜ ❛  you can do whatever you want to me.  ❜ ❛  it would be a shame to waste such a perfect opportunity.  ❜ ❛  i’ve always wanted to do this.  ❜ ❛  you’ve been teasing me for far too long. it’s my turn now.  ❜

[  WALL  ]  *  your muse pins my muse against the closest wall. [  ALMOST KISS  ]  *  my muse leans closer to your muse almost like they’re trying to initiate a kiss, only to pull away in the last second. [  TEASE  ]  *  my muse teases your muse either by touch or words or any other way that works for them. [  TUG  ]  *  your muse tugs my muse closer and wraps their arms around them. [  STRIPTEASE  ]  *  my muse gives your muse a show as they take off their clothes. [  LAPDANCE  ]  *  my muse gives your muse a lapdance. [  SECUDE  ]  *  my muse whispers sweet nothings to your muse. [  EYE CONTACT  ]  *  your muse gazes deeply into my muse’s eyes. [  LINGER  ]  *  your muse gives my muse lingering touches. [  STUCK  ]  *  our muses are stuck in a small broom closet together. [  BLUSH  ]  *  your muse makes my muse blush with their words. [  CLOSER  ]  *  my muse comes closer, invading more of your muses personal space. [  ACCIDENTAL BRUSH  ]  *  my muse touches your muse ( somewhere intimate ) on accident. [  PURPOSEFUL TOUCH  ]  *  my muse touches your muse ( somewhere intimate ) on purpose. [  FLIRT  ]  *  my muse flirts with your muse.

[godflcw]

some days , he can block it out. he can turn off the chief and sit with her , pleasant and picking. see how long before a seat on the sofa turned into a trip to the bedroom and an afternoon nap spent in the afterglow of somewhat lazy morning sex. but.. other days— days like today.. roman struggles with the set of his jaw and teeth that don't sit right together in the line of a frown that comes and goes. loops itself around his neck and pulls him from the peck of her lips and back into a buzz that signifies that conversation wouldn't be over lest he made it so.

and he would. ignored a phone , face down and glowing , for the alternative of an offered mug of coffee and an idle there beside her. renee still wearing the marks of a nice , long night. renee who smiles despite his temper. " something like that. " though he'd hesitate to claim some of the headaches named.

" was waiting for you to wake up , " though , for the edge of the pancake at the bottom of the stack , missing ? roman'd made sure breakfast was up to par. " surprised you made it out that bed by yourself. " and he was smug about that. smirked through early morning annoyance , knowing he'd put her to sleep hours ago. saw to it she snored into near mid - day and awoke with a glow. " ain't even limping. means i gotta try harder , huh ? "

this is how he likes to start his day. not under the inquiring pester of a cousin prone to shouts. not a series of texts from a wise man who knew he would answer when he felt like answering. no , roman liked the way his fingers spread over the round of renee's belly , small kicks meeting his palm and a proud edge taking the rest of his frustrations to pasture. " you eat up , i can make more when you're done. " make them as needed ; his stomach often bottomless and her appetite quick to spike when stroked. " you know i gotta get my joe in before i start chowin' down , baby. "

[sickfcksa]

sometimes    she    feels    ridiculous    that    she    needs    him    as    much    as    she    does.    that,    as    soon    as    he    frowns,    she    feels    herself    mirroring    the    motion,    copying    the    expression.    romantically    she    had    claimed    before    that    they    share    a    heart    so⸺    should    roman    feel    upset    would    she    feel    the    same.    but    it    is    not    just    that.    it    is    not    just    that    she    shares    his    feelings.    it    is    that    when    his    teeth    grind    and    he    can    barely    meet    her    eyes    . . .     she    worries    for    him.    fears    that    one    day    he’d    chew    off    his    own    tongue    and    swallow    it    and    then    ?    then    there    would    be    no    returning.    returning    to    how    they    are.    then,    perhaps    her    most    violent    fear,    the    protective    arms    of    a    one    day    wife    to    be    . . .     wouldn’t    be    enough    to    bring    him    back.    

“    don’t    let    yourself    be    fooled    by    working    legs.   my   back   is   in   two   pieces    ⸺    or   more.    “    renee    chuckles,    puts    on    a    brave    smile.    not    as    brave    as    she    had    to    be    before.    the    walls    between    them    sinking    in    an    instance    as    they    share    the    hot    beverage    and    roman’s    hand    runs    over    her    stomach.    they    had    a    few    more    months    before    the    day    of.    a    few    more    doctors    to    see,    hospitals    to    visits.    belly    rubs    to    share.    her    hand    finds    the    back    of    his,    holding    it    just    that    much    closer    to    her    center.    where    the    back    of    his    palm    is    large    and    tan,    renee    is    delicate    and    pale.    perfect    contrast.    opposites    attract,    right    ?    “    but    you    can    try    again    anyway    . . .    later.    “    

for    the    sake    of    the    pancakes    she    finally    lets    go    of    his    hand.    lands    another    kiss    to    his    cheek.    “    why    don’t    you    sit    and    we    share    what’s    already    prepared,    hm    ?    lunch    time    soon    again    anyway.    “    this    could’ve    been    lunch    if    they    didn’t    both    have    an    appetite    as    they    did.    

the    guilt    finally    falls.    falls    as    her    heart    returns    to    the    tenderness    and    the    gentleness    it    was    used    to.    this⸺    this    is    how    she    loves    roman    truly.    tenderly    and    gently.    patiently.    and    if    it    cost    another    hundred    mornings    of    tight    jaws    and    short    words    . . .    then    she    would    be    there    with    him    throughout.    cutting    a    piece    from    the    pancakes,    offers    it    to    him    on    the    end    of    the    fork.    a    still    half    exhausted    smile    comes    with    the    offering.    “    eat    up.    we    got    plans    before    the    dicking.    “    the    plans    being    attaching    herself    to    his    side    as    they    do    . . .    whatever.    a    few    ideas    there    on    her    mind    though    perhaps    the    most    valuable    one⸺    this.    just    them.    just    roman    and    renee.    

[jasvvy]

trust me, she ain’t listening. 

[turpitudae]

it always meant more. a battle for truth, for some honesty. she never wins, and he doesn't either. always losing, always burning. he surrenders as much, hands curling on her skin— handprints and that familiar taste of her tongue against his. he could get use to it, he knew he could always have this. wake up to the sight of her, have some kind of domestic relationships with her. but he knew himself, she's out of reach. he was out of sight, and thinking he could settle down was ridiculous. but he wanted it, yet always refused when the battle was over. he wasn't sure he deserved it, and she deserved better.

[sickfcksa]

it    could    have    been    just    that.    just    the    two    of    them    kissing.    lips    to    lips,    hands    on    each    other.    but,    with    the    bitter    truth    lingering    between    them⸺     it    is    not    enough.    if    it    doesn’t    hurt    a    little,    is    it    even    real    ?    but    heartbreak    isn’t    the    kind    of    pain    that    she    wants.    it    is    not    the    kind    of    pain    that    makes    her    feel    alive,    that    makes    her    feel    present    here    with    him.    alexa    can’t    win.    but    she    can    push    him    over    the    edge    until    his    palms    touch    her    rougher    and    his    breath    hitches    as    much    as    hers.    so,    when    she    presses    into    his    frame    and    rolls    her    hips    forward    against    his    center,    she    keeps    her    eyes    squeezed    shut    and    her    tongue    rolling    against    his    ⸺    an    inviting    little    moan    getting    swallowed    by    their    kiss.

[turpitudae]

" i could. easily could. " he agrees. it was rather ruthless to make liv wait, but he had a fascination with her begging. something about the headstrong woman begging, pleading for him to take care of her has become the centerfold of his newly found fascination that he found great pleasure in being needed. no, wanted. “ but we both know that's no fun. " he hummed along with the fans chanting, smiling in her direction. “ plus, you wouldn't want to disappoint them now, would you? do you want to disappoint your new toy and fans because you need me, liv? "

[sickfcksa]

“    need    you    ?    “    she    giggled.    bright    and    thrilled.    “    now    you’re    exaggerating,    d⸺     but    that’s    okay.    i    know    the    only    thing    bigger    than    your    dick    is    your    ego.     “     fingers    find    blonde    curls,    twirling    a    strand    there    before    she    shrugs.    “    it    sounds    to    me    like    you’re    just    . . .    trying    to    play    a    game    you    can’t    win.    so    here    is    what    we’re    going    to    do.    i’m    going    to    go    and    i’m    going    to    find    domdom.    and    when    you    see    me    coming    back    here    in    a    bit    and    there’s    handprints    on    me    that    aren’t    yours⸺     then    you    don’t    get    to    complain.    i’ll    reconsider    if    i    really    need    you    then.    “

[aceofm0x-deactivated20241227]

❛ i’m not giving up on us. ❜ renee -> mox (@sickfcks)

It seems that all they did anymore is fight about the smallest of things. Who did this. Who did that. Nora didn't notice since many of those times were when she's with grandparents. Today is one of those times. The stress of being on an airplane every single day to make show after show was starting to show. He didn't have this much fame in the wrestling world before 2012, where he could do all of these appearances. Back then he was wife less and child less. No worries other than his own well being, but in 2024? Mox is sober, married with a kid. Body aching all the time. Now here he is with Renee arguing about- wait, what are they fighting about again?

Pale hues traveled up from the carpeted bedroom floor as he sat on their bed. "I don't want to give up on us either, Nee. You're all I've fuckin' known for over ten years. Nobody else is gon' give a shit 'bout me. Imma selfish asshole." He stifled a chuckle with a head shake, hands rubbing down his face. An aggravated sigh escaping into the silent room.

[sickfcksa]

she    doesn’t    really    get    furious.    not    like    that.    not    the    type    of    anger    she    knew    jon    could    feel    ⸺    not    towards    her    but    just    . . .    at    the    world.    at    other    people.    at    situations.    at    the    things    that    kept    going    wrong.    at    the    words    that    were    being    said    and    that    lead    them    here.    again    and    again    and    again    . . .    but    she    does    get    scared.    even    a    big    girl    has    worries    on    her    mind,    right ?    even    when    she    tries    to    keep    them    to    herself    most    of    the    time.    for    their    sake.    for    the    sake    of    their    family.    “    how    can    you    think    you’re    selfish    when    you    put    this    much    work    into    our    relationship    ?    “    she    shakes    her    head.    frustration    on    her    face,    hands    on    her    hips.    she    needs    to    hold    on    ⸺    needs    to    hold    on    to    something.    even    if    that    is    just    her    own    body,    even    if    that    is    all    that    stops    her    from    falling    apart.    “    i’m    selfish    around    you    all    the    time.    maybe    this    is    selfish    in    itself.    but    there    has    to    be    some    room    for    selfishness    between    us,    right    ?    is    it    . . .    “    she    almost    falls    over    her    own    words.    “ ⸺is    it    really    that    selfish    that    we    want    this    to    last    ?    “

[aceofm0x-deactivated20241227]

Jon wasn't a horrible cook, per say, but there's no way he can make an entire meal without something burning. Whether it be the food or himself. "M'sure you'd be my only regular there 'n I'd let ya pay me under the table." A shit eating grin appearing on the sleepy headed man, dimples showing out. It's always been like this between them. In the Shield days, it was toned down and more so directed towards the women who'd throw themselves at them. Dirty talk was fun between best friends. Even better when that other person is Roman Reigns. He loved Roman. Though they hadn't said it out loud just yet, that word always giving Moxley the most anxious feeling in the world. What if the other person didn't feel the same and he looked completely stupid. Renee had loved him, but fell out of love with him- so what if that happened here? Instead of standing around overthinking too much, Jon set the table for them and poured coffee with sides of orange juice. "Tryin'to fatten me up? I swear I eat, Uce. I just travel so much now to various shows I forget now 'n again." A seat taken to start scooping sugar and cream into his own coffee cup.

[sickfcksa]

roman    rolls    his    eyes    a    little    and    finally    turns    off    the    heat    of    the    stove.    eggs    are    ready.    “    your    dick    would    be    raw    if    we    kept    up    that    pace.    “    even    though    roman    half    expects    moxley    to    not    mind    that    too    much.    reckless    fucker,    he’d    huffed    under    his    breath    once    too    many    times.    reckless    and    . . .    willing.    when    it    is    just    the    two    of    them,    moxley    is    so    willing.    and    perhaps,    a    few    times,    it    has    made    roman    wonder    and    has    made    him    think.    maybe    jon    moxley    loves    him    back.    he    places    the    pan    with    the    eggs    on    the    table    with    a    cloth    to    protect    the    wood    there.    then    glances    at    mox    who’s    pouring    way    too    much    sugar    into    his    coffee.    doesn’t    comment.    at    ease    with    the    twitches    and    the    oddities    that    jon    adapted    over    the    years.    roman    probably    does    a    few    things    here    and    there    that    would    drive    the    other    just    as    insane.   

“    nah,    i    just    know    you’re    too    lazy    to    make    yourself    a    proper    meal.    you    need    one    after    last    night    though.    “     they    sit    at    the    table    together    and    roman    starts    dividing    the    eggs    between    them,    still    smirking,    still    thrilled    by    the    domesticity.