The Bloodline, Pt. I.

Author’s Note: So I am on Wattpad, if you see this exact story on there, don’t worry, it’s me. lol Also, side note, I wrote this for an old book and tweaked it to fit the Bloodline, hope you all enjoy. I haven’t written in months, so bare with me.

warnings: strong language, mentions of death, drugs, etc, eventual smut and adult content word count: 5K (sheesh).

You sighed heavily as you made your way to your black Audi TT 2.0T Coupe, 2018. Though your legs were in the mood for walking, the rest of your body wasn’t prepared. It needed to prepare for this long meeting that was ahead of you. This would be the third meeting this week your boss has mandated. You had no idea why he called all these meetings, but you were growing tired. It seemed that every time you laid your head down to rest, he’d ring your cell, notifying you of an upcoming meeting. It wasn’t enjoyable, but then again, you understood. His father had just acquired some new territory that was under heavy construction and needed surveillance from outsiders to keep it safe. You were growing excited at the thought of Kane expanding his business. It meant more money for you and possibly being ranked higher up.

You were currently in your “rookie” status because you’ve only worked for Kane for nearly a year. You were trained for two years but employed for just one year, so you were fresh on the block. You were the youngest of the corporation, Snake.Eyes.Everywhere. (aka S.E.E.), and because of this, you were often looked down upon by your peers. It was so annoying, and you wanted to prove everyone wrong. You wanted to prove that you could be ruthless like them, especially Sage. She was your enemy among the S.E.E. members, high up in rank, a sniper, and she wasn’t afraid to remind you.

When you first started working for S.E.E, she was the one to train you, being the most skilled of the women that worked for Kane. She was his top pick, his chosen one. At first, she was reluctant to train you, but with Kane’s constant pushing to teach you, she finally did, and boy, did you pay. She was the best trainer, but she was also the most harsh. You can’t even count on your fingers how many times you’ve returned home with black eyes, busted lips, and a broken spirit. She’s previously broken a couple of your ribs, a sign that she took her job seriously. You somewhat admired her, but you despised her as well. It nearly took you an eternity (in your mind), to gain her trust as a fellow member of S.E.E.

She was very reserved, much like the shadow of the corporation, only coming out when needed to assassinate any enemy that dared to threaten the corporation she adored so much. She’d have you dead within seconds if you made it to her hit list. You heard once that she killed an entire gang who made a bad deal with Kane, all in one night, courtesy of her AR15 Sniper Rifle, or her toy as she likes to call it. All you knew was that with the skills she obtained, you were no match, and you would make sure you wouldn’t end up on her hit list. Hence, why you were making sure you were on time for this meeting. She hated when people were late for important meetings, especially when dealing with new territory.

You place your ray bans onto your face, checking that you look presentable in the mirror. After this meeting, you’d go to a party your best friend was having at a local bar in downtown Pensacola. It was a new club that just opened, and being that your friend was such a bar hopper, she wanted you to come with her. She’d be turning twenty-seven, an age you’d often joke to her about being ancient. She was a nice girl, Mercedes, her name. You two met when you moved to Florida. You were going to a local university to pursue a career in marine biology, and she was pursuing a career as a forensic scientist. Though she hadn’t made it that far into schooling, she was among the most intelligent girls you knew.

In fact, she was your only friend, if compared to those you often see. You weren’t allowed to have that many friends, Kane’s orders. He stated that knowing too many people could potentially put you at risk of stumbling upon a secret enemy of S.E.E., which was true. When you think about it, you have secretly encountered students associated with enemy organizations. Though you didn’t know this, Kane knew. He had eyes everywhere. Hence, the name of his father’s large corporation, S.E.E., was also symbolism for the word “sea,” as members of this corporation were everywhere, lurking.

You can’t even count how many times you’ve gotten calls, and warnings from Kane about the student that sat next to you in Biology class being an informant for whatever gang they were affiliated with. Being among regular-looking students was weird, yet they were living double lives. But then again, so were you. To those from the outside looking in, you looked like an ordinary girl, but if they only knew what you transformed into once night falls. Hence, your nickname was given to you by Kane, Midnight.

You were part of the lowest rank in the S.E.E. corporation, Garter Snakes. If you know anything about garter snakes (or gardener snakes), they are nearly the most harmless snakes of all. You were joined by others that were considered harmless or not very dangerous within the corporation. It slightly annoyed you because you felt you had potential, but you had to have patience. Kane was a knowledgeable man, and you wouldn’t dare question his decisions (at least not most of the time). He was the reason you were still in the garter unit, but he knew you could be higher up, just not too soon. He wanted to take his time with you and prepare you for higher status.

You were surprisingly one of his favorites, or at least that’s what your fellow member, Sapphire (or Cypher, as most call her), would always say. She was such an entertaining person, to say the least, her bubbly personality being one of great use in times of turmoil. She was a member of a subunit of S.E.E. called DIAMONDS, a codename they used, inspired by the western diamondback rattlesnake. Interestingly enough, Cypher and her counterpart Zee, were both the ladies to put the act in action, while Lavinia and Garnet were informants. Again, they had higher ranks than you, but soon, you’d be joining them, or at least you hoped.

You’ve been struggling lately in your part of the corporation. Lately, life has just been giving you the middle finger. You were currently living in a beat-up apartment. Though you were thankful for a roof over your head, you couldn’t help but complain about the daily struggles you faced living in the place you did. One constant complaint is the cold showers you’d often have to take. The water system in your apartment complex sucked ass. The water company, you believed, would receive at least over twenty complaints a day about the water going cold. If the water isn’t running cold, the electric stability of the apartments is screwing up. If that weren’t a problem, you’d groan about the slight mold forming on your ceiling, thanks to the water leaks that would sneak up on you unexpectedly.

You were tired of spending money trying to fix up your place. It started to strain your pockets, leading to how you met Kane, one of the most snakelike people you’ve ever encountered.

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You had just been fired from your job at the local pizzeria, Stefano’s Local Pizza, to no fault of your own. Or at least that’s what you’d told yourself at the time. You couldn’t help that your car kept breaking down, leading to you always being late for work. You tried countlessly to explain to your boss your situation, but he wasn’t hearing it. He was tired of you showing up late, rushing through the entrance doors, hair a mess, and clothes out of place, from running into work. It was a Friday night, a rainy one at that. The once baby-blue skies turned dark when you ran into work for the last time.

He was waiting for you behind the counter, your last check in hand, informing you of your departure. You were so hurt and scared. You had no idea how you were going to pay your bills anymore. School had taken a drastic hit on the money that you’d gotten from your parents before traveling to Florida. You weren’t exactly on a scholarship. You had to come out of pocket or borrow loans to get through school. And now, here you were, being fired? You damn near begged your manager to let you stay, offering to work overtime, but it was useless. You were dismissed.

Defeated, you walked to a nearby Korean bistro called Chopsticks to soothe your confused mind. At that moment, you sat down to order your meal when someone caught your eye. Two people, male and female, neatly dressed in crisp attire, sat across the restaurant, looking through their menus. They were sophisticatedly dressed compared to you and the other diners that were in casual clothing. They were sore on the eyes and could catch anyone’s attention, making you wonder what they were doing in a place like that. Shouldn’t they dine on lobster and steak at a fancy restaurant?

You tried not to stare at them, but they were so captivating, especially the male of the two. You couldn’t see his eyes due to the black shades he wore, which added to his mysterious look, but it made you want to stare at him more. You could see tattoos adorning his right arm and hand from where you were positioned. The woman sitting across from him, she was gorgeous. She looked almost like a gothic doll, with porcelain skin and hair jet black. However, you couldn’t really make out her facial features with her back turned to you. But you just knew she was beautiful.

Your time at the bistro was going fine until two men walked in, dressed also like the man and woman, but they didn’t look as friendly as you’d think. In fact, they seemed almost outraged at the sight of the man and woman. The man smirked at them before pulling out a pistol from his pocket, causing chaos throughout the restaurant.

You nearly didn’t escape alive as gunshots and people fled here and there. Well, that was partly because when you were running towards an exit just at the back of the restaurant, a bullet pierced your side. It surprised you so much that you fell onto the floor, crying in pain. All you could hear as you lay on the tiled floor, slipping in and out of consciousness, were screams, gunshots, and profanity. You closed your eyes, anticipating your death. You didn’t think you’d die in that way, hoping you’d at least make it to age eighty before God called you home, but you guessed you were wrong. Dammit, life was harsh. At that moment, everything went quiet except for the footsteps that echoed throughout the kitchen. Soon, you were approached by the man with dark shades and tatted arms.

He was even more beautiful up close. However, the harshness in his eyes made you fear the worst. Maybe he was a bad guy. Would he kill you? You didn’t know, but before passing out, you remembered him bending down to stroke your face.

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And that’s how you came to know Kane. He saved your life, and now you are working for him years later. Working for him wasn’t easy. It was scary at first. You remember when he first showed you how to use a gun, to which you accidentally shot one of his hitmen by mistake. Poor guy is now walking with a permanent limp, thanks to you. You’d think working for Kane you’d be wealthy, right? Wrong. Though he offered you to live with him and the rest of his workers, you refused. Being in a mansion full of killers and assassins wasn’t exactly your taste. But then again, that’s exactly what you were being trained for, so you were no better, but still. Just the thought of being in the same house as Sage made your stomach do backflips. And not in a good way, either.

Unbeknownst to Kane, you recently applied for a job as an assistant at a primary school. Your job was to monitor the children while they played on the playground, assist them in painting and drawing pictures, feed them during lunchtime, watch over them during nap time, and help them with other activities. Children were your weakness. You loved children, hence, why you applied for the job. You got the opportunity, thanks to Mercedes, who also worked at the primary school. Being around children just calms you in a world full of chaos. Their innocence, in a way, purified you from the filth that consumed you in the mafia world.

Knocking you out of your thoughts, your phone dings, signaling a text message. You swiftly reach over your seat, get your cell phone, and peer at the screen. You stopped at a red light before checking the message, a reminder that the meeting would begin in thirty minutes. You hurriedly make your way downtown and through red lights to get to the S.E.E. headquarters.

You slowly approach the entrance gates, rolling down your window to greet Austin, or A.T. (short for A-Town) as he liked to be called. He grinned down at you, approaching your car.

“What’s up, baby? Are you finally coming to give me some? You look good.” he teased as you rolled your eyes at his advances. He always loved flirting with you, even when you rejected him repeatedly.

You didn’t believe in mixing business with pleasure, especially with a fellow snake. It just wasn’t right. Plus, Kane would probably kill you both if he found out you tried to sleep with each other. Yes, A.T. was handsome, but he wouldn’t fool you. He was a complete womanizer, much like the many men that worked for Kane. This guy has gotten more ass than a toilet seat, and you refused to be the butt of his jokes (no pun intended). He loved bragging to his friends about the various women he’s slept with during missions. He was more than just a gatekeeper, but you didn’t know the specifics of his ranking. But it didn’t matter. You wouldn’t be another woman in-between his sheets.

“Thanks for the offer, but if I want a man, he’s gotta have two of everything.” you sassed as his laughing came to a halt.

He glared at you, his right eye covered with an eye patch, taking offense to your words. Poor thing lost his right eye, messing up during a mission. Apparently, he entered an enemy gang’s bar, got drunk, and started a fight. To which he was outnumbered and attacked. His right eye was delivered to Kane in a bloody velvet box as a gift for Kane’s birthday—one of the most gruesome presents one could ever receive.

“Damn, Y/n, that was cold.” he sighed, signaling the gate opener to open the massive gates. You snickered as he backed away from your car, letting you zoom past him.

You make it to the packed parking lot before parking your car. You make sure you straighten out your red silk dress before going to the front door. You usually dress less fancy for meetings. Still, you promised Mercedes you’d be at her birthday celebration as soon as you left from your “public outing,” so there was no use in you having to change clothes twice.

Two guards stood posted up at the front door entrance, guns in hand, as you greeted them. They didn’t say much, only nodded their bald heads. They were pretty stale guards if you say so yourself. They wore plain black suits, except for the snake pendant pinned to their jacket pocket. A symbol of their employment to the S.E.E. corporation. They immediately let you in, recognizing you as a fellow Snake, as you walked into the main corridor, heels clicking against the marble floor.

The S.E.E. headquarters was a place of pure luxury, with paintings and expensive vases in almost every room. It represented Kane’s taste in architecture. He was a man that loved art. He loved looking expensive, at least when making drug deals or doing business with important clients. Other than that, he’d wear hoodies and jeans just like anyone else. You pass by some housemaids and butlers on your way up the stairs to the meeting room, or Snake Pit, as Kane calls it. It was a fancy way of saying the meeting room, where all the members came together to discuss business.

Your legs almost feel like jello as you walk to the house’s second floor, then to the big double doors that lead to the meeting room. Approaching the doors, you’re immediately met with multiple voices coming from behind them, all familiar.

You quickly but quietly open the doors as the talking quieted down, all eyes on you. Did you arrive late or something? You were sure you arrived on time……or did you? You looked at no one, including Sage, as you reached your usual seat next to Cypher. She gave you a small smile before turning her attention back to Kane, who stood in front of the large glass table.

“Midnight…I presume you have a decent excuse as to why you’re ten minutes late.” Kane’s soft voice says, eyes scanning over your appearance: a red silk strappy dress, silver strap heels, red lipstick, 40-inch box braids neatly in a high ponytail, cascading down your back.

You feel a slight lump form in your throat. You knew he meant no harm, but somehow, he always made you shiver with fear. Maybe it was because he was of the highest rank among S.E.E. members, the leader of a subunit known as Inland Taipan (or I.T. for short). Fun fact, the subunit was named after the most deadly and venomous snake in the world. It was scary to think a rank like that existed, making you almost worry why members of that unit were given that name.

You look over at Kane before slowly shaking your head. There was no use in lying to him. He always had a way of making you spill the truth. A characteristic of his you hated with every fiber of your being.

“I’m sorry…..I lost track of time,” you say, barely above a whisper.

You hear a short snort, not even needing to look at who made the sound. Sage. She sat closest to Kane’s seat, glaring at you, impatience and annoyance written all over her face. She was such a bitch, but a bad one at that. You dared not test her. She was one rank under Kane but would break you in half in a second. One day you’d muster up the courage to defend yourself against her. Until then, you’d sit quietly and listen to her every command.

“Hmph… we’ll discuss that later. However, there are more important matters to discuss, so I called everyone to this meeting. As you all know, we’ve acquired new territory in Miami, which usually isn’t our target location. However, my father made a deal with the leader of the Sin City Boys. This property is located at the seaport, not too far away from our enemy’s territory hence, why there is a problem. A problem that was reported to me earlier today.” Kane spoke, commanding everyone’s attention as he paced around calmly.

“Our enemy?…. We have plenty of those. I’ve scanned the areas near and far from that seaport; from what I’ve seen, no one has claim over any territory. What problem do we have?” Garnet, the computer genius, asked curiously. The woman was a pure magician with computers. She once hacked into a computer system at a local bank, stealing valuable information that could give her access to banking safes worldwide. She was gold. She held a cold, distant demeanor, but she wasn’t as cruel as most would think. She was pretty short in height; however, she’d get violent in seconds if she had to. She was of a rank you weren’t sure of, but she was highly skilled in her field.

“Two of my watchmen, who were surveilling the harbor, suddenly disappeared in the middle of the night. No one knew what the hell happened to them. But then I received pictures from an anonymous source of their bodies…..wrapped in sea debris in one of the boats at the harbor. From what I received…… this seaport is located near the Bloodline’s premises, something unknown to us at the time of the deal. Now, we have a problem on our hands. The Bloodline has killed one of our own. And they will pay.” Kane says, anger rising in his voice.

Bloodline…..Bloodline……a name you’ve heard countless times in your line of work. Apparently, they were sworn enemies with the entire S.E.E. corporation. You weren’t sure exactly how big their organization was. Still, compared to the one you were a part of, there was no way they could battle with The Snakes, a name given to any member of S.E.E. Or could they? You heard they were quite notorious, just like Kanes’ crew.

Their group had five prominent members, a subunit of the infamous Samoan Dynasty. They were intelligent, cunning, vicious men that knew the ins and outs of any part of the United States. They were that influential and powerful. They acquired a lot of territory you wouldn’t cross into unless you were looking for trouble. You weren’t familiar with what they looked like. However, you knew that their leader was an intellectual, a man of great stature. He was the one who put the Bloodline crew together at a young age, or at least that’s what you’ve heard from whispers by fellow Snakes here. He was known as the Tribal Chief, the Head of The Table, the Greatest of All Time. You name it; he had it all. He was a menace to society, described by some as Satan himself. No one and I mean no one, crossed him and didn’t pay the ultimate price.

The Samoan Dynasty was a corporation of wild, rebellious individuals. They had several clubs scattered about in the United States, particularly Florida, their central drug city. Some called them harmless, loving people that took care of their own. But much like a lion’s pride, if you threatened what was theirs or their family….be prepared to fight until death.

A “peace” treaty was signed some time ago by both S.E.E. and Samoan Dynasty members, swearing not to cross each other’s borders unless you were looking for trouble. Since then, the two corporations have had little to no problems. However, this minor (well, major) bad deal has caused conflict. Now the Samoan Dynasty have taken Kane’s men on their territory, trying to export drugs, as a sign of aggression. A breaking on their part of the treaty. It was only a matter of time before the elders of the dynasty summoned one of their most elite subunits, The Bloodline, to unleash punishment. Now, they would be coming for any of Kane’s men, not caring what rank they were. They would do away with Kane and his men if need be. You once heard that the Bloodline fought against one of Kane’s subunits, killing them all, decapitating their heads, and sending them to Kane as a warning. But that was just a rumor, and you sure wouldn’t ask anyone if it were true. But if it were, the Bloodline was one hell of a force to be reckoned with.

As Kane continued talking, you spaced out. Your mind wondered if you would get a call soon telling you you’d be hired for the primary school job. The only reason you didn’t want Kane knowing was because he didn’t want you getting distracted. He always wanted you to be alert, even when you weren’t on S.E.E. territory. Enemies of The Snakes could be anywhere, in ordinary settings, so you had to be on the lookout. You couldn’t let your guard down. Otherwise, you’d be taken captive by enemy corporations or dead. However, you wanted to live an everyday life outside of the mafia. You wanted to have something to at least make you feel safe.

You have not talked to your parents or any family member since you started working for Kane. He said that sometimes enemies could find out where your loved ones lived and do horrible things to them to get you to cooperate with them. And though that was difficult to imagine, it was the truth. You knew the consequences of working for Kane, meaning that your consequences could become your family’s or friends’ problems. Therefore, you only socialize a little. You kept to yourself at school, isolating yourself from people around you. You did it not only for your safety but for theirs. You didn’t want anyone to get hurt because of you. So, how did you and Mercedes become so close?

You met her before working for Kane, so you refused to let her go as a friend. Did he like it? No, but once Lavinia gave him a full report on who Mercedes was, she wasn’t seen as a threat. Thank God for Lavinia. She’s in charge of searching and finding information on anyone necessary. Suppose red flags came up during her investigation. In that case, she’d alert Garnet, who’d inform Kane, who’d inform Sage or any other assassin, and have the person killed.

Kane continued to go on and on until he finally broke you out of your trance with the call of your name. You immediately sit up straight, looking at him, confused. You weren’t sure what he’d just said to you, but it was something Sage didn’t like, as she stood to her feet in rejection.

“I’m sorry, what was that?” you asked, hoping he’d ignore that you weren’t even paying attention to him.

“I said, I’d like you to take on this special mission. One that will require a lot of you,” he spoke, his tone serious yet soft.

All eyes were on you as everyone awaited your response.

“I-I well….I umm-” Sage quickly cut you off, standing her ground against Kane. She couldn’t believe the words that just came out of his mouth.

You? Go against the Bloodline?! A rookie against a skilled group of men who’d have you dead in seconds? You?!

“Are you serious, Kane?! You’re going to send her to go after the Bloodline?! The Bloodline?! The same ones that nearly killed half of your men when you stepped onto their territory two years ago! The same ones who killed my brother! She’s no match for them. That’s like sending a baby deer to a coalition of lions. She’d be dead as soon as she walked on their territory. Send me instead, I can-” Kane rudely cut her off.

“I know what I’m doing, Sage. They will recognize you if you even step onto the Bloodline’s soil. Y/N is just as innocent as they come. They’d never suspect her to be working for us. We need to have her to do this mission. Of course, I won’t send her alone. That would be quite stupid of me and unsafe for her. I will send two Shadows with her.” Kane said, referring to two people that would follow you wherever you went, but you’d never see them. They were mysterious people who would step in whenever trouble was too much. They’d watch over you, making sure no enemy came too close. They were the “kill on sight” type of people. No questions asked.

You stood to your feet, nodding your head. This could be your big break. This could be your moment to prove what you were made of finally. You were tired of being The Snakes joke, and you were more than that. And you’d prove it. Prove it by taking revenge on the Bloodline. You took a deep breath before accepting Kane’s offer.

“I accept your offer, Kane. Whatever is required of me, I will do it,” you said, steadying your voice. Knowing it would be detected quickly, you couldn’t show any ounce of doubt. No matter how much the thought of crossing the Bloodline scared you, you wouldn’t show any ounce of weakness. You had to do this.

He nods, satisfied with your answer. “Alrighty then, it’s set. However, you know the drill. If there is anyone that objects, speak now, or bite your tongue.” he says as you both turn to face the remaining Snakes in the room.

They all looked around at each other. Some had unsure looks on their faces, while others looked on in agreement. All except Sage. She said nothing. She took her place back in her seat.

“We have no rejections.” everyone finally said after a moment of silence. Kane nods before looking over at you.

He lifts his right hand, signaling for you to pledge, a ritual Snakes often do when accepting a mission.

“Repeat after me. I, Y/N, take this mission with all seriousness. I will become like a snake, seeking whom I will devour. I will not spare any prey in my path. Everyone is my enemy. I will not slack on this mission. I will not stop until it is complete. My enemies will be bitten, for my venom is lethal. I know that if I should fall into the hands of the enemy, I will not disclose anything about the S.E.E. corporation. I know the consequences of betraying The Snakes. I know that if the enemies try to convince me to betray you all, I will become the prey. Therefore, I am willing to give my all, including my undying loyalty to The Snakes. Snakes, forever.” he says, as you repeat every word after him.

He nods, accepting your pledge. “You know what comes next. You will receive a snake pendant to represent that you are officially a part of the S.E.E. corporation. However, you will not earn your true snake bite unless you complete this mission. Do you understand?” he asks, pulling a snake pendant from his pocket, preparing to place it on your dress.

That’s it…..it was official. You now had a mission to complete. Kill the most elite of the Samoan Dynasty, The Bloodline.

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You watch as the gates of the S.E.E. headquarters close behind you. You were now heading towards the club to meet with Mercedes. Your mind was heavy with what you were asked to do on this mission. You were given a file full of background information on every Bloodline member. You were assigned seven days to complete this mission. And seven days only. You were to kill every member of the Bloodline, sparing no one. You were instructed to go from the “weakest” member to the strongest. You’re unsure who was the weakest, but you had to move fast. Time was ticking. If they were as clever and dangerous as people have said, you had to play smart. You had to play their game. They didn’t know what was coming for them. You’d attack them, one by one, and bring honor to the S.E.E. corporation. Just the thought made you smile to yourself.

It takes you only a short time before you’re at the club parking lot, parking your car to greet Mercedes. She stood, waiting patiently outside the club for you. Once she saw you, she giggled, running over to you to embrace you.

“Hey bitch, you ready to fuck shit up!?!” she yelled, obviously having some drinks already in her system.

“Yeah, come on, birthday girl. It’s time to party.” you grinned as you two entered the club.

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Feedback and constructive criticism are welcome! Thanks for reading!

Before you go, lemme introduce you all to some of the characters introduced in this first part:

Mercedes

Cypher

Zee

Lavinia

Garnet

A.T.

and last but not least, Sage.

@romanstheory Sis, you are the real one. You inspired me to get back into writing. I hope you like this, and please let me know what I can do to improve my writing. <3

@msbigredmachine Thank you as well for being such a great writer. Love reading your content. <3

Yours. Mine. Ours. - MV1/OP81/LN4

Part 1

Dark fic + - Minors DNI- if you don't like this or the warnings/themes make you uncomfortable. I can't stress this enough, DO NOT READ THIS

Summary: Lando brings home a girl that he thinks will be prefect for him, Max and Oscar but things between the three never necessarily run easily.

Themes/warnings: Smut 18+ (future parts), reverse harem, kidnapping, drugging, pre-existing relationshipish - mean!Max x nonchalant!Oscar x overexcitable!Lando

Word count: 1.9k

The three sort feel into the arrangement. How? Lando.

He noticed them all wanting a girl one night and then that one experience kind of continued with other women. But more recently he's wanted something more serious.

However, Max thinks it's a bad idea for a more permanent woman in their lives and Oscar has made no attempt to even comment. Leaving Lando on his mission to convince Max and Max on his mission to unconvince Lando.

"He's not going to give up." Oscar comments after Max asks where the Brit is.

"He's still chasing some poor girl for us?" Max scoffs rolling his eyes as he sits down in his sim and Oscar, as usual, doesn't comment.

He's not sure about the idea. He's not exactly opposed to it. They're giving opportunity for more and more for the public to find out about their...arrangement and that would be PR apocalypse for the teams and even F1 as a brand.

3 drivers all practically acting as predators to corner and fuck women? Not exactly the golden angel child image they'd rather they all have. Even if Max and Lando have already failed them in that department anyway.

What's made even worse is Oscar knows Lando has a plan specifically aimed to cater mainly towards Max. Himself and Oscar aren't so much less picky, but he knows Oscar won't be hard to convince and both him and Lando know it, in fact Oscar has no doubt that he'll be pulled in to convince Max as soon as Lando has found a girl he thinks is adequate for the task.

"I don't think there's a specific girl. He's still on the hunt for one he thinks you'd approve of."

"Yeah, I wish him luck with that." Max scoffs while logging in to join Redline for a race.

Oscar decides to go hit the gym to keep himself occupied and out of the way.

Y/n had no idea what she was getting herself into. She was just wondering around Monaco after being turned away from a casino when she failed to show ID.

She'd left it at the hotel and her friends weren't willing to miss an opportunity to be some millionaire's arm candy for the night. Not that it was likely to happen, maybe one could snag an old man with a yacht and pull the rest with her.

Then a glimmering dark green Porsche pulled up and a dimple smile framed with curly hair immediately had her attention.

She's not stupid, she came to Monaco aware of the residence, specifically the residence of a motorsport career.

He took her to a restaurant for a spontaneous meal and then she found herself back in the luxury car agreeing to go home with him.

Walking into the apartment there's already lights on, which is odd. She never imagined F1 drivers to have roommates. But maybe it's because it's lonely, maybe he has friends visiting.

"There's just a couple people I need to introduce you to. Oscar? Max?!" Lando calls out making y/n eyes bulge. Much like she knows Lando, she knows of his teammate and rival.

There's a string of curse words and what sounds like a smack of a controller from somewhere else in the apartment as a body saunters into the entryway.

Oscar.

"Y/n, Oscar. Oscar, this is y/n." Lando smiles visibly trying to tame a blinding smile.

There's something she's missing and she knows it, but she can't figure out what. Oscar seems to eye her with a passive expression before managing a polite smile and shaking her hand.

"Does Lando bring a lot of strays in?" Y/n jokes trying to break the tension before more curse words are heard and footsteps nearing.

Seeing Max, he's taller than either of the McLaren drivers. Dressed in shorts and a graphic t-shirt that looks like a Christmas present only a mum would by and get a buzz out of.

"Max...this is y/n. Y/n, this is Max."

Max looks at y/n with a lack of interest before looking at Lando.

"This is your plan?" Max questions as if she's not there while Oscar smirks a little in amusement since he saw this coming. He's also amused that Max really thought Lando wouldn't follow through on this.

"Be nice. She's our guest." Lando states making her gaze tear from where it's been trained on Max back to the man who brought her.

"And for all of us, right?" Oscar hums being able to see from her reaction that she is definitely uninformed on that.

"What is going on?" Y/n laughs beginning to feel nervous as she tries to back up.

"Probably best to get one who actually wants to be here." Max comments then looking behind y/n with a new sparkle of amusement behind his eyes. "Really? You're going to-"

Y/n screams as a cloth stinking of chemicals covers her mouth and nose, one disadvantage. Lando may not look like the biggest man but she can't compete with an athletes muscle and while it takes longer than he expects. She expect feels the world dull around her and slowly she slides to the floor, the last thing she sees being the three men surrounding her looking down on her before she's out.

"You did't think this through very hard did you?' Max questions before pointing at Oscar and Lando. "I don't want this coming back to me. Whatever you need to do, do it."

Max marches off leaving Oscar to sigh looking at his teammate.

"Did you really need to knock her out?-and how exactly do you think she's not going to be tracked down and found easily?"

"I managed to throw her bag out the car before we were anywhere near here." Lando shrugs before he smiles. "She'll wake up and think it was just some bad drink, just you wait. I took her on a date, you're going to love her."

"I'm sure you believe that." Oscar hums still remaining the neutral party, he really wasn't expecting Lando to drug and kidnap whichever girl he decided to pursue as theirs. But for some reason such a moral grey area doesn't strike him like he's expecting it to. "She's staying in your room."

"But she's staying with your approval?" Lando smirks clearly taking the victory where he can get it as he moves to pick her up but the deadweight and floppy limbs prove to be more of a challenge. "Help me then."

Oscar complies purely out of self interest of not hearing Max complain there's an unconscious woman lying in the entry way.

"You are out of your mind." Max states pointing a finger at Lando whole Oscar somewhat mediates the conversation of the woman Lando brought back for them. "Oscar, he's kidnapped a woman. You have to understand how stupid this is."

Lando looks at his teammate desperate for back up but actually on this point. Max has the sense.

"She's going to wake up and she's not going to be happy. Do you really think she's going to stay here willingly and then fall in love with us?" Oscar questions earning an unappreciative glare.

"She'll come around-if the two of you work with me." Lando states earning a scoff and eye roll from the Dutchman.

In truth, Max isn't that angry about the fact there's a woman in the apartment intended for them to share long term. He's just not a believer that this is a good idea. He's no against it, but it was a risk without the fucked up illegal part. Now they're neck deep in possibly being arrested, even if him and Oscar didn't take her, they didn't stop Lando and they've continued to not stop him.

"Come on...at least try and get to know her before you decade she's not worth your time. Both of you."

Max looks at Oscar before rolling his eyes again.

"Fine." Max huffs as Oscar silently nods in agreement.

There's no denying that Lando picked a woman who seemed sweet and generally Lando is a pretty good judge of character. There's no harm in at least trying.

"But if I see tears I'm paying her off and dropping her at the airport. with a flight to wherever I can buy her a ticket to first." Max states then standing up. "I'm going to bed."

Lando hasn't been able to stop smiling as he watches y/n sleep.

"You have made sure you didn't put her in a coma or something?" Oscar asks from the doorway slightly concerned by the fact she's breathing but hasn't moved even in a twitch since they put her on the bed.

"She'll wake up soon. Won't feel great but she'll be awake." Lando states then sighing. "I know it's wrong, but I saw her walking on the street and it was like I just knew."

Oscar wouldn't necessarily describe Lando as a die hard romantic who believes in love at first sight, but he's maybe a bit overexcited by the slightest fleeting thought that he sometimes latches onto.

"You should get some sleep. I think you'll need it for when she's awake." Oscar suggests making Lando hum before he watches the Aussie back away from the doorway and disappears leaving Lando to sigh softly before he lies down with her, wrapping his arms around her and deciding to sleep.

Once he is asleep Max can't help himself from looking in on the door since Oscar left the door open.

"Already warming up to the soft spot?" Oscar smirks earning a scoff.

"I'm just making sure he's not crossing lines." Max states moving away and closing the door as if to make a point. "And you should not be supporting this."

"You know he wouldn't cross those lines." Oscar points out knowing Lando has already crossed a few lines kidnapping and drugging her. "I'm not supporting him...But if he thinks it might lead to something good then who am I to say no?"

"The voice of good reason." Max whispers as if it should be obvious as to the Aussie why he should be against it. "I thought I could trust you to be smart."

Max taps his head with his finger while Oscar watches him disappear into his own bedroom then shaking his head as he glances back at Lando's door waiting for a moment to see if he hears anything and when he doesn't, he retreats into his own space.

It's a couple hours later that chaos ensues dragging him from the depth of a very deep sleep, a female voice in loud distress is accompanied by Lando attempting what he assumes is meant to be a soothing and comforting voice.

Oscar stands up dragging his body from the bed and moving into the living room watching Max lean with low effort speed, dodging a pillow.

"I want to go home." Y/n practically howls making Oscar and Max wince while Lando is smacked with another flying object, this time a remote. "You can't keep me here."

"Losing patience, Lando." Max states while Oscar sighs taking root beside the Dutchman. "It's been 20 minutes and she hit her head when she ran out his room and fell over."

"Have you checked her head?"

"Lando's responsibility." Max shrugs then turning away uninterested now Oscar is there for back up. Presumably only staying not he chance y/n was going to escape past Lando and needed caught.

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Chapter 19: A picnic and a declaration

Nessa starts to wake up to someone playing with her hair. She keeps her eyes closed and snuggles closer taking in the warm spicy scent of his fading cologne, his hand in hers resting by her head on his chest. “Mmm Good morning, Mariposa.” Damian grumbles, feeling the shifting in her breathing showing him she is waking up. Nessa just groans and squeezes her hand. A tender arm wraps around her waist, and lips press against her shoulder, tracing her skin with warm pressure.

“Good morning Bunny.” Rhea mutters and continues to kiss up her opposite shoulder, Damian still playing with her hair.

“Noooo I’m so tiiired!” She whines and hears laughter from the other bed where Finn and Dominik were cuddling, the pair are both snorting at her antics.

“Baby we gave you an extra hour but now we need to get up if we are going to eat before getting to the arena. You still have to train with Asuka, Indi and Zelina and you can’t do that on an empty stomach.” Dominik tries to convince her while snuggling closer to Finn, not proving his point when she finally picks up her head to see no one making moves to get out of bed.

“You first!” Nessa whines trying to snuggle back onto Damian and Rhea, but pouts when they slide out of bed and take the covers off so she can’t get comfortable again. Nessa sits up and crosses her arms, staring at the tan of the hotel wall, pointedly not looking at any of her partners.

“Come on Bunny get dressed so we can go eat and get to the arena.” Rhea gently grabs Nessa’s arm and pulls her off the bed and nudges her towards the bathroom. Nessa instead swerves and goes to her bag, digging out her sports bra, Black Veil Brides tank top and a pair of jeans. She stands there and takes off her night shirt, leaving her breasts exposed.

Nessa pauses as she feels the air in the room shift. She glances around the room to the shocked faces of the boys and Rhea sitting on the edge of the bed, resting her chin on her clasped hands, her smile from ear to ear, a spark of joy in her eyes. Nessa blushes at the attention but continues, sliding her shorts down and stepping out of them, a whistle of appreciation coming from Damian.

She ignores it and shimmies into her pants first, turning her back to them, trying to keep the confidence she had a moment before. The others watch as she continues to get dressed, Domain bites his lip and eyes her up and down before meeting the looks of the others who look touched at how comfortable Nessa is with them and the effort she is putting out for them. “Mariposa, you don’t have to change in front of us. We know how you feel you don’t have anything to prove.” Damian tells her, keeping his distance not wanting to seem imposing on her.

Nessa turns around a shy smile on her face. “Nothing to prove to you, but more so something to prove to myself. I’m comfortable around you all and can do the bing bing.” She starts to explain, and the room breaks out in laughter except for Dominik who only smiles, just happy she isn’t cutting him out anymore. He will gladly take whatever she is willing to give and if she is trying to return to how they were he won't argue that.

“Bing bing?” Finn giggles, as they move to grab their gear, and head toward the hotel door. “I love it.” He promises as Nessa turns a bit red. They head as a group to the breakfast provided to them by the WWE and the hotel’s partnership, before they make their way to the arena - the group is right, Nessa does have three very important female Superstars to meet. ___________________________________________________________________________

Nessa finishes changing into workout gear in the shared locker room as there is a knock at the door. Damian answers it to see Hunter standing there with Pearce. “We want to walk to the ring with Nessa and watch her training, to see how she is progressing. Between us I am hoping to have her ready for a match by Money in the Bank.” Hunter smiles, trying to pass it off as a joke.

“Paul, I haven’t agreed to wrestle but I'm not saying no. That seems too fast, people train for months, years before even getting to this company and that is on the training brand. I haven’t earned it and I don’t want handouts because of Jefe.” Nessa counters.

“Sweetheart I promise it isn’t a handout because of Rey. You are working hard and learning fast. You know the signals to take a move and to counter. You expertly maneuvered someone going off plan and still made sure they didn’t get hurt. If your training continues to progress you can be ready for a small 5 minute match by Money in the Bank, now it might be a predetermined match that you job but you can showcase yourself and what you have learned.” Hunter praises, Adam nodding along in agreement while Nessa looks at them with suspicion. They step out of the way so Nessa can leave the room, she looks back at her people who nod and gesture for her to go. She blows a kiss to them and walks out the doorway, Hunter closing it behind them and standing on one side of Nessa, Adam on the other.

“While we walk to the ring there are some things we need to discuss. First, the allegations against a certain superstar are being deeply investigated. I saw your reaction when his name was brought up, you don’t need to say anything. Just know there is an investigation underway no matter what happens in the Draft. If possible, when you are ready to give me details that would speed it along but I understand if you are unable.” Hunter explains as they walk, Adam clasping his hands in front of himself as they navigate the twists and turns of the arena, nodding to the backstage hands as they go. Nessa stays silent, staring ahead, surprising herself by keeping her composure.

Hunter then clears his throat and continues, “Secondly we wanted to talk about the plans for Backlash. We don’t want you out there for Damian’s match, it is a street fight and anything goes which for now would put you in too much danger to sell appropriately. There will be a bit where Finn and Dominik interfere with members of the LWO, you are to stay in the back and do a Vignette with Rhea to start pushing the story there. At the end you come out to tend to Damian’s ‘injury’. You know how the match ends, your cue will be once all the LWO are in the ring celebrating.” He explains and Nessa nods along, committing it to memory.

“You have two promos that night, one with Rhea and the other alone in medical where Roman corners you about an alliance. We emailed you your script, though Roman doesn't have one, just a gist so play off of him. You have great mic skills and an instinct that can’t be taught” Adam chimes in and Nessa preens at the praise and stands a little straighter as Hunter laughs at her reaction.

“Alright now show us what you can do.” Hunter states, leading her up the steps of the ring and she enters and starts stretching with the others. She can’t help the nerves she feels knowing her boss is ringside watching her train but she soon shoves that thought in the back of her head as they get started, practicing the moves she has learned the past few weeks and adding in a few more.

“Ok you can take normal bumps, throw believable punches, arm drags, DDTs, some counters as well as a new submission that you need to practice. You are picking up the basics quickly. Now I want to see you take a bump from the ropes.” Indi instructs, gesturing towards the corner.

“It’s no different than taking one from where you stand only higher.” Zelina tries to convince Nessa who isn't buying it.

“No it is not no different, if I land wrong I could break my neck.” Nessa harshly whispers not wanting Hunter or Adam to hear her flipping out.

“Just tuck your chin as you do on the mat. You took a beatdown from me and a swinging DDT you can do this. Now sit on the top rope and prepare for me to suplex you. Trust that I won't angle you wrong and remember in a match if I need you to counter I won’t tap your back.” Zelina pumps her up and reminds her. Nessa sighs and nods, getting on the top rope as instructed. Hunter and Adam watch her closely. Zelina smacks Nessa’s back as the signal to give a little jump to assist in the suplex and they land on the mat. Nessa momentarily clutches her back and arches off the mat before turning over and forcing herself to get up and grapple with Zelina who gains the upper hand and twists Nessa's arm behind her back.

Nessa groans at the straining in her shoulder but goes to her knees and sweeps Zelina’s leg out from under her and locks in a reverse figure four leg lock. Hunter steps back, looking in the ring proudly, recording a secret video as she has a mock match with Zelina. Asuka, and Indi yelling directions. They continue like that until Hunter calls for them to quit and go get ready for the show.

Raw May 1 2023 The Draft Day 2

With the show underway Triple H began announcing the rules of the Draft. The various members of the Judgement Day are in catering, Nessa on Dominik’s lap and playing with one of his hands while the other alternates between feeding Nessa and feeding himself, careful to not get any food on their outfits. Nessa wears a cut up pair of pants and a Judgment Day shirt with the others' faces on it, tied right under her bust. Rhea is sat next to them, wearing her ring gear, Nessa’s feet resting on her thighs across the bench. Finn and Damian sitting across from them.

Finn keeps glancing over his shoulder at the TV, to make sure they don’t miss their Cue. Nessa watches the TV as well, smiling when Hunter announces Rhea as the Number 1 Draft Pick. Collectively they aren't surprised, having known that in advance but Rhea still blushes. She has come a long way in the company. Nessa lets go of Dominik’s hand and grabs Rhea’s hand, giving it a soft squeeze in support. Nessa and Rhea look lovingly at each other, the group just happy in their little bubble.

They are brought back to the real world by four people joining them at the table filling all the empty seats. Nessa looks around to see Jimmy sitting next to Finn and Jey sitting next to Damian, Paul joining Dominik and Roman next to Rhea. The twins begin shoveling food like it is normal while Dominik sits there confused as well as the rest of the Judgment Day. Nessa doesn’t look surprised, having learned from her multiple interactions with them once they claim you it sticks and they all but claimed her when she did their checkups.

“Hiya Roman, Jimmy, Jey… Paul… Nice of you to join us.” Nessa welcomes them to their table, the only one that shocked her was Paul joining them. She has only met him in passing a few times. She is even more shocked when he starts talking to her. So shocked she doesn’t eat what Dominik is offering to her off their shared plate.

“Nessa, it is so nice to finally be able to sit down and meet you properly and have a talk.” He begins.

“It's an honor to properly meet you. I remember seeing you a lot as a kid, loved ECW by the way and when you ran Smackdown.” She praises, still eyeing him as he smiles at her. She notes it is different, a softer smile, more fatherly.

“That is high praise coming from you. I wanted to offer my services, if you need any advice, anything in general come find me or give me a call.” He offers, and Nessa quirks her head to the side confused and Dominik pulls her tighter against his chest. The other members of Judgment Day are going on the defensive.

The others at the table try to diffuse the confusion and distrust. “Hey man it’s nothing like that. I just see immense talent and potential in her and see the future of this company. You know how it goes.” Paul defends himself.

Roman speaks up after eating another bite of food, not worried at all about the newfound tension in the table. “It's also a favor to me and to him. They are both Jews and he wants to make sure she succeeds and as a favor to me since we claim her as one of ours.” He shrugs, Jimmy and Jey nodding along.

“Yeah man, he offered the same to Dom and Char and many others when they first started.” Jimmy explains before letting out a string of expletives as Roman kicks him hard under the table.

“Hey stop kicking each other for fucks sake first them now you. Children behave, I swear you will be the death of me, is that what you want?” Nessa wags her finger at them making Paul laugh as Roman and the twins look down muttering apologies. Damian hides his smirk behind his bottle of water as he takes a sip, glad it isn’t directed towards him that time.

“You are going to keep this whole locker room in line, I see it now. Running things behind the scenes and keeping the peace. The first piece of advice. Go meet more people in the locker room. Spend time in the communal locker room. Get to know them, don't just stay in your bubble.” Paul advises before getting up. “Gentleman and Rhea.” He nods to the others and turns to walk away.

“Roman what the fuck was that about?” Nessa raises her eyebrows and Roman smirks and shakes his head.

“What I told you. You work hard and it hasn’t gone unnoticed. You are young and beautiful and have the potential to be the best of the best and we want to see that for you.” Roman offers.

“Yeah Uce, even if you don’t want to perform, we haven’t been feeling this good or trusting the medical team like this for a while. You genuinely care, it's not just a job to you so whatever you want to do you got our support.” Jey promises, winking at Nessa and gets up, Jimmy doing the same. Roman stays put and just continues talking with Nessa and the rest of the group until a stage hand comes and gives them a 10 minute warning to get to Gorilla.

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Nessa stands between Damian and Finn on the dark ramp, Rhea next to Finn and Dominik ending the line as smoke billows at their feet on the dark ramp. They look up as the lights focus on them. Damian nods a long to the beat doing his thing as they start making their way down the ramp. Damian offers Nessa his elbow and she takes it with a smile, the crowd a mix of cheers and boos. As they make their way down the ramp Finn takes a step back allowing Rhea to step in front of him so she is in step with Damian and Nessa and he is next to Dominik for a moment, knocking their wrists together before all five of them line up at the bottom of the ramp, each of them smirking and looking around.

Finn bumps his fist against Damians in front of Nessa who steps into Damian’s open arm. He wraps his arm around her shoulder and guides her down one side of the ring where people cheer for them. Nessa surprises herself and doesn’t blush, staying in character and ignoring the cheers as she follows Damian up the stairs and steps between the ropes he and Finn hold open for her. The two men follow her into the ring and quickly cross it as Rhea jumps on the apron and poses behind Dominik. Finn and Nessa lean against the ropes as Damian climbs it and does his archer pose, cameras flashing grabbing the moment in time. Once everyone is in the ring they all get a microphone. Nessa is leaning against Rhea’s shoulder that houses the title as Damian begins to speak loudly into the mic, the deepness of his voice sends shivers down Neessa’s spine and she swallowed thickly,

“All rise to the Judgment Day staying united right here on Monday Night RAW, and all rise for tonight's First Draft Pick, Your Champion,” He gestures to Rhea and Nessa steps aside as Dominik shines Rheas title belt and Nessa steps next to Damian and he continues “Our Champion Rhea Ripley!” He introduces and Rhea preens and sticks out her tongue for a moment.

Damian pulls Nessa possessively against him and steps back as Rhea raises the mic to her mouth and laughs into the mic. “I mean was there really any doubt who the First Draft Pick would be, Huh?” She turns towards Dominik and Nessa bites the inside of her cheek to prepare for the out of pocket thing Rhea is sure to say next. “Mami’s always on top.” Dominik can’t control his face, Finn starts laughing and Damian pinches his nose to try to not break but is unsuccessful. Nessa smirks and nods like she is agreeing with Rhea as Damian tries to turn his face away from the cameras to collect himself. Rhea continues like she didn’t just say something that could get them fined.

“And you guys thought that you could get rid of us that easily, nuh-uh. I’ve said it before and I’ll say it again. The Judgement Day, we run Monday Night RAW.” Nessa applauds and responds “That’s Right” before Rhea continues, “And this Saturday at Backlash Zelina Vega is going to regret everything she has done to Nessa and to me on Smackdown when I pretzel her and remind everyone exactly why I am the most dominant champion here in the WWE.” She holds up her title, the rest of the Judgment Day clapping and sounding off in agreement.

Finn walks in front of Rhea and begins his part, “Yeah that’s right, Rhea is going to roll Zelina up like a hot snot and flicker, and I got some news for Bad Bunny because my man Damian,” He turns first to Dom then to Damian, temporarily forgetting their placement. Nessa places a hand on Damian’s chest as Finn continues, “Is going to tear Bad Bunny apart, and leave little fluffy pieces of him all over Puerto Rico. Maybe he’ll learn to keep his mouth shut about our little Nessa.” He gestures to her as the others mock Bad Bunny. “Tell ‘em Damian!” Finn steps to the side as Damian steps forward. Rhea pulls Nessa back to stand between her and Dominik. Rhea resting her arm on Nessa’s shoulder and leaning on her while Dominik wraps his arm around Nessa’s waist.

“Bad Bunny, I want you to listen to my words very carefully, Because I choose them very very carefully.” Damian rapidly goes off in Spanish, clearly upset and Nessa can't keep up to even understand. He realizes how rapidly he was speaking and takes a deep breath apologizing to them and continues talking, “Sé que eres una superestrella de la música, pero este es mi mundo. Igual de niño ganaste una lucha, pero estás equivocado. Has engañado a todos tus fans. Ellos piensan que puedes ganar. En Puerto Rico, te voy a dar duro. And Bad Bunny, Benito, at Backlash you will receive your punishment. I warned you about disrespecting my woman and getting involved in Judgment Day business.” Damian pulls Nessa to him again, by the back of the neck and capturing her lips in a searing kiss that she has to remind herself to keep it PG. Mercifully he breaks the kiss, pulling her to his chest possessively, playing up his character.

Dominik raises the mic to his lips as Damian and Nessa take a step back to allow him room. “I can’t…” He is cut off by the roaring boos of the crowd and his hand drops to his side. All of them turn around looking annoyed, Rhea yelling at the crowd to shut up then turning to Dominik telling him to not worry about it.

Finn speaks up into the mic in defense of Dominik, “Hey, let him speak!” The crowd roars more to where they struggle to hear each other as FInn continues, “Dom pay them no mind!”

Dominik looks around and raises the mic again to try to speak, “I cant..” The crowd gets even louder and it makes Nessa’s ears ring. She takes the moment to raise the mic to her mouth and the crowd quiets down interested in what she has to say.

“I have forgiven Dom his sins against me, he has proven to me he has earned it and The Judgment Day has welcomed me with opened arms, and I met my new man, Mi Rey,” Nessa’s ears twitch at calling Damian what she typically reserves for Dom but she continues without pausing, her hand resting on Damians chest “Let me put the rumors to bed. He doesn’t lay a hand on me that I don’t allow, any mark is something I’ve allowed and even asked for. Damian is a bad guy but he knows how to treat a woman right.” Nessa smirks and pauses listening to the crowd cheer at the obvious implications. After a moment of taking in the cheers she adds on “And you all need to let Dom Dom speak and show him some respect!” She has to yell into the mic, the crowd switching from cheers to the nuclear level heat that Dom can’t seem to shake.

Dom tries to speak again only for the crowd to start chanting you suck over and over again. “I can’t wait until Mami and Priest dominate at Backlash!!!” He yells into the mic trying to be heard the crowd still chanting "you suck” and booing. Dominik repeats again and continues “And until the Judgment Day dominates Santos, Zelina and my dead beat dad in a six man tag match and since the LWO got drafted to SmackDown, looks like this is the last night I get to embarrass my dad along with his loser friends in the LWO who want to lay hands on Mamita who has done nothing wrong and who has graciously supported me against my deadbeat dad who also laid hands on her. He wants to accuse Priest of abuse when he bruised her wrist the other week. They can run and hide on Smackdown.” Dominik yells into the mic.

He goes to add more but Rey Mysterio’s music comes on and out he comes with Santos and Zelina by his side and a mic in his hand, he raises it to his mouth to respond to Dominik, “Dom, no one is running or hiding anywhere. I did not mean to bruise mi hija Nessa.”

Nessa cuts him off, “Then you should understand this,” She gestures between Damian and herself.

Rey continues on like she didn’t buy in. “We were selected by SmackDown to compete Friday nights.Thats how the draft works, But I’m glad, I’m glad we’re not going to be on the same brand, because if you thought getting whooped at WrestleMania with the belt was bad,” he begins to point at Dominik, “Next time I would have busted out la chancla,” Zelina and Santos begin clapping while Nessa rolls her eyes and whispers into Damian’s ear where others can read her lips, “I’d like to see him try.” Rey sees this and turns his attention to her, “And nessa you aren’t excluded. I may be worried for your safety but you need to leave them and do the right thing. You are going down a dark path.”

Damian steps in front of her cutting him off, “You don’t get to talk to her or about her, do it again and I’ll end you.” He threatens. Zelina and Santos fake being scared, though there is a glint in Zelina’s eyes that gives her true feelings away.

Rey waves off the threat and continues, pointing to Zelina. “And I can’t wait to see Zelina leave Puerto Rico with Rhea’s championship around her waist.”

“Not a chance” Finn yells out, Nessa waves her arms in a no way fashion.

Rey doesn’t stop talking which is beginning to annoy Nessa, the match is supposed to start soon and he is going to make it late. “And I am looking forward to watching Bad Bunny romper de toda la cara Priest and anybody else from Judgment Day who is stupid enough to get in Bunny’s way at Backlash. Nessa you’ve been through enough I would hope you aren't that stupid to get involved in the men's business, then again you put yourself in the situation you are in…” Rey shakes his head to reorient himself, he got off track and immediately felt guilty at the look on Nessa’s face, like he himself hurt her. (break Priest’s face)

Damian and Dominik go off yelling at Rey for that comment, spouting threats, their microphones discarded so their curses wouldn’t be picked up, while Finn and Rhea momentarily check on Nessa who waves them off. She can handle Rey when the time is right.

“But before all that, the Judgment Day is going to get smacked right now by the LWO!” The crowd cheers as Rey’s music kicks back on and they approach the ring. Damian holds open the ropes for Nessa who quickly exits so she doesn’t have to be in the ring when Rey enters. She takes her place by the steel steps as Damian takes off his jacket and hands it to her. She slides it under the ring for safe keeping, wanting to keep her hands free incase she is needed for this match.

Finn takes his spot next to her as Rhea and Damian stand on the apron, Dominik in the ring to start the match, Rey starting it on his side, staring down Dominik. Disappointment evident in his eyes. Rhea smirks, reaching forward and tapping his chest to tag herself in. She enters the ring like a predator, her eyes on Rey her prey. Nessa can’t hear the taunts Rhea is giving but cheers her on all the same when she pushes Rey’s head. Rey turns around and Zelina is in the ring, he picks her up for leverage so Zelina can wrap her legs around Rhea’s head and take her down. Rhea flips onto the mat. Rhea quickly recovers and gets up, swinging at Zelina who dodges it.

However, Zelina can’t dodge Rhea’s kick, and she falls to the mat. Rhea turns momentarily to talk back to threaten Rey before focusing back on Zelina and going for the riptide. Zelina counters it to attempt to hit the DDT but the strength of Rhea is able to stop her, holding them in that position and Lifting Zelina up. Zelina begins to kick down with her knees connecting one to Rhea’s head making Rhea lose her grip and Zelina breaks out of the hold. They turn to face each other, Finn keeping a protective hand on Nessa’s shoulder to pull her out of potential harm if needed. Zelina drops down as they grapple, making Rhea hit her head on Zelinas and rapidly back up into their corner.

Damian immediately tags in, with Santos switching out for Zelina. Both of them rush into the ring, Damian hitting Santos with his knee making him double over. Damian then whips Santos into the ropes, he bounces off and dodges Damian’s swing, bouncing off the ropes on the other side for momentum and lands a punch, both of them momentarily fall to the mat. They both get up quickly, going to separate corners. Damian stays in the corner and takes the hit from Santos and stumbles out of the corner. Nessa slaps the mat annoyed but she is aware that he agreed to take some hits in this match but the end is not determined due to the personal drama going on. Doesn’t mean she has to like it. She gets more frustrated as Santos gains control. She glances at the corner where Rey and Zelina are, seeing Rey staring at her and Finn, his eyes narrow before returning his focus to the match where Damian had knocked Santos to the ground.

Damian then turns around and swings full force at Rey knocking him on the apron. Rey grabs his head where Damian made contact, the ref ordering Damian back. Damian looks at Zelina who looks legitimately scared and backs up. Nessa makes note to talk to her later to see how much of that was acting. Damian goes to the ropes and jumps up for Santos to counter, kicking Damian in the ribs. Damian goes to the floor and rolls out of the ring trying to collect himself. Dominik gets in the ring attempting to get a cheap shot but Santos counters it, picking him up and slamming him on his knee before tagging Rey in who jumps off the apron onto Damian knocking him back to the ground.

Rhea jumps off the apron and stands protectively in front of Nessa and Dom who is on the floor crawling backward, Finn pulls her behind him as Rey storms over toward them. Rhea points and yells for Rey to get back. Rey glances in the ring to see Zelina getting on Santos's shoulders and he slides in to pose in front of them, showing the “dominance” of the LWO. They pose for a moment and Damian gets back in the ring, Rey and Zelina returning to their corner as Santos and Damian continue the match. Damian is in control as he slams his body into Santos’s and Nessa cheers him on, “Come on Papi, break him!!!”

Damian smiles and points to Nessa, bouncing off the rope, only for Santos to counter and drop kick him. Nessa grimaces and Finn gives her shoulder a comforting squeeze. They watch as Damian tags in Dominik and Santos tags in Rey. Rey immediately has the upperhand, throwing Dominik around, getting him in a corner and climbing the ropes and punching Dom repeatedly. Dom is able to slide out from under Rey and turn the tables, pulling him off the turnbuckles and flinging him towards the rope, bending over to hopefully flip Rey but Rey catches himself and kicks Dominik and regains control ending in the first pin of the match Rhea immediately gets in the ring and breaks the pin at two. Zelina gets in to defend Rey only for Rhea to drop her with a single punch to the head. Rhea turns and looks at Rey, Nessa sees the gears turning behind her eyes.

Rhea picks Rey up, slinging him over her shoulder and lifting him up above her head. Nessa looks on in awe at how strong her girlfriend is, and finds herself thinking just how much she wouldn’t mind if Rhea would throw her over her shoulder. “Focus A Chroí,” Finn whispers in her ear before stepping back and walking around to stand on the opposite side of the stairs. Rhea is right in front of the ropes and doesn’t see Zelina go to deliver a 619, connecting to Rhea’s midsection making her drop Rey, Rhea goes to swing on Zelina who drops down holding the top rope sending Rhea over and out landing on the ground. FInn checks on Rhea, helping her up and back onto the apron as Rey drops Dominik who turns and tags Damian in.

Damian gets in and goes to spear Rey but he quickly moves out of the way making Damian slam his shoulder into the post. “Damian stop doing that stupid shit every match you and Mami do that and it happens!” Nessa yells, giving a dose of tough love the camera catches, Nessa slamming her hand to the mat. Rey dropkicks Damian onto the ropes to set up the 619. As Rey goes to bounce off the ropes, Finn jumps up on the apron to distract the ref as Nessa grabs Rey’s ankles making him fall to the floor. Santos gets in the ring and runs over diving out of the ring, Dominik pushing Nessa out of the way and into Finn’s arms who gets her set back on her feet and brushes imaginary dirt off her shoulder.

Rhea dropkicks Santos who got back up after knocking Dominik down but Zelina gets up on the apron and jumps on Rhea landing the Meteora. Rey looks over to see three people on the ground. Damian uses that distraction to get Rey into position for the Razor's Edge, only for Rey to wiggle out of it and knock Damian back into the ropes, setting up another 619. Rey goes to connect the 619 but Nessa jumps up onto the apron taking the hit and falls off the apron into Rhea’s waiting arms. “Are you ok Mamita?” Rhea asks. Nessa nods her head gripping it from the dull ache that is now there, and Rhea gently sets her down, Finn taking her into his arms and rubbing the back of her neck where Rey connected the move.

Rey looks to them remorseful, he didn’t plan that, it wasn’t supposed to happen. Damian capitalizes on that and grabs Rey by the neck, lifting him up and throwing him down on the other side of the ropes on the mat, landing the south of heaven and covering Rey for the win. Dominik is in Rhea’s arms celebrating the win. Finn helps Nessa up on the apron and jumps up there, holding the ropes open for her to get in the ring so they can all celebrate the win. Once they are all in the ring they stand side by side, Nessa between Damian and Rhea, Finn and Dominik on the ends holding up each other's hands. ______________________________________________________________________

They get backstage and someone hands an ice pack to Damian who immediately tries to put it on Nessa’s Neck. She flinches away from it and shimmies in between Rhea and Dom, resting her head against Rhea's arm. Rhea gently ruffles Nessa’s hair. Nessa isn’t shocked when she sees Adam Pearce storming up to them. “Hunter's office now. We need to discuss your breach of contract.” Adam orders, his face serious.

Nessa deflates and goes to follow him to the office, her head hung low, her partners following close behind. Not wanting her to be alone now even more with who was drafted to RAW. They reach the office and Adam holds the door open allowing Nessa to step in, the others go to follow but Adam stops them and closes the door in their face. Nessa see’s Hunter behind the desk pinching the bridge of his nose. “Sit down Miss Klein.” Adam suggests, gesturing to the seat and he himself takes a seat on the edge of Hunter's desk.

“What possessed you to take that hit, that was meant for Finn, your contract stipulates both parties have to agree. No one did and I was not aware. Do you realize how incredibly dangerous that was for both you and him. I know you have beef with him and I understand it but out there you have to keep to the plan, especially keep to your contract. As this is your first offense on your end I won’t fine you.” Hunter signs and leans back seeing the look on Nessa’s face. He continues, his voice softer this time, less like he was chiding her and more like he was concern, “That being said I am sorry that someone you are uncomfortable being near was drafted to this brand. I saw your reaction last week when his name came up and clearly there is history there. Now I am not going to ask for specifics if you don’t want to give it. Just a yes or no answer. Are you one of his victims?” Hunter asks and Nessa lets out a shaky breath and nods her head, blinking back the tears that are pricking at her eyes.

“That's all I need for now on that. Keep one of your partners with you at all times at events for your safety, if not one of them let me know and I’ll send a guard. If something happens you let me know immediately. Now go back and ice your neck. We don't want more bruises there. And for the love of god don’t deviate like that again or I will fine you. I am tired of seeing you in my office every week at this point.” Hunter jokes as Nessa gets up to leave, a soft smile on her face. She opens the door to see her partners looking at her worried, she steps out and into Damian’s waiting arms. She jumps as he places the icepack on her neck.

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Damian unlocks the hotel room and steps aside letting the women enter first and the boys follow in carrying in the bags, dropping them just inside the door. Nessa shuffles to a chair by the bed and plops down placing the ice pack back on her neck, waiting for the verbal lashing she is sure to come. She sees the tension in their bodies, all except for Rhea who looks at her with understanding. “Go easy on her, she made a call and it worked and she is ok. I’m going to shower.” Rhea orders the group and disappears into the bathroom. The others wait until the water starts, Nessa still sitting there staring at the ground unable to meet their gazes. She hears someone clear their throat and she knows it is Damian.

“We aren’t angry Mariposa, but you can’t go off script like that, it is dangerous. You could have seriously gotten hurt.” Damian kneels in front of Nessa grabbing her hand.

Finn steps to the side of the chair and gently takes the ice pack from her and inspects her neck. “There isn’t a bruise that we haven't put there. It will probably just be tender for a few days. We will keep an eye on that.” He announces to the room and bends over placing a gentle kiss to Nessa’s cold neck. “You know that was meant for me A chroí why did you do that?” He asks, stepping around so Nessa can Look at him, Dominik stands behind the others with a fresh bag of twizzlers.

“Because you weren’t at your mark and I wanted you guys to win since Rey made the match late. That gave the distraction needed. He deserved that South of Heaven which was harder than I have seen you do that.” Nessa answers, blinking at Damian at the end.

The corners of his lips turn up unable to keep a serious face at how cute Nessa was being. “Well he hurt you… again… I had to make him pay and get some retribution for Dom.” He smiles, resting his hand on her cheek.

“I had no problem with it. You’ve been training harder than some of the others on the roster. Plus to see the look on his face was great!” Dominik chuckles and hands over a Twizzler.

Nessa immediately grabs it and takes a bite. “I’ll be more careful in the future and follow my contract. Honestly I'm surprised he didn’t fine me.” Nessa shrugs, taking another bite.

“Well I think that could be a few things dear, I was off my mark, and it worked in the story. Also the fans loved it. Brock gets away with a lot though I do not want you working with him ever.” Finn comments, the rest making noises of agreement.

“Go sit on the bed Princesa, I’ll give you a massage before you go shower after Mami, release that tension in your neck and shoulders.” Dominik gets on one of the beds, his back against the headboard patting the spot between his legs. Damian stands up to get out of Nessa’s way.

“And after we go straight to bed. We have a flight first thing in the morning, we start our lead up to Backlash appearances this week.” Damian announces to the room, Nessa yawning and nodding her head as Dominik tends to her sore muscles.

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Wednesday May 3 Puerto Rico

Nessa sits between Damian and Dominik in the back seat of the Suv rental, her leg bouncing up and down rapidly. Sometimes it is hard for Nessa to accept the whirlwind that her life has become. Especially when she’s treated like a SuperStar. This was shaping up to be one of those times.

“Mariposa, why are you nervous? We are going to see sick kids and their families to cheer them up.” Damian places a warm gentle hand on her knee to stop it bouncing. Nessa instead begins to chew on her nails but Dominik grabs her hand and stops that as well. She sighs and squeezes Dominik’s hand.

“Are you sure I'm welcome?” She asks a little softly.

“Of course you are, Nes.” Dominik promises.

“But, this was initially booked for just you guys. I’m a tag along. I’m nothing, nobody.” Nessa frets, tugging at her shirt, and winding herself up more.

Damian sighs and leans over kissing the top of her head, “Aye mariposa, you are anything but a nothing and nobody. You are a kind soul, a nurse who wants to help people and who works hard. You won the hearts of the fans already if you can’t tell they only boo you when you mention Dom. They love you like we… we care deeply for you so don’t tear yourself down, ever.” Damian catches himself, knowing it might be too soon for that type of declaration.

Damian has no problem with her telling Dominik she loves him, they have history but they have only known each other for a month and been together less than that. He doesn’t want to scare her away. He relaxes as she leans against him. He wraps his arm around her shoulder and they relax that way for the rest of the ride to the hospital.

Nessa settled a little bit, but still wasn’t sure this was a good idea. Dominik knew that, so he took her hand and kissed her knuckles, “Children love you, Mariposa. This is perfect for you, you will bring smiles to all their faces.” Nessa nods her head still unsure.

“It could be like when I was on the Peds ward. Do you think any of them want to see me?” She asks as the car makes another turn making her lean harder against Damian. They both chuckle at how cute the question is.

“Of course they do, some of them might even try to make you and Dom get back together” Damian jokes, tickling the part of Nessa’s side he can reach. She whines and wiggles, unable to get away from the assault.

“Damian stop please” She manages in between involuntary giggles. Damian to his credit stops and wraps his arms around her as much as he can in the limited space. Nessa smiles up at him to show she isn’t upset with him and places a gentle kiss to his jaw which relaxes the affection. The rest of the ride to the hospital is made in comfortable silence, music from the radio filling it. _________________________________________________________________________

They arrive at the hospital and split up, each having their own assignments and rooms to visit. Nessa is secretly relieved that she is paired with Damian and Zelina. She may have forgiven Dominik but being around the children and him might make her waver and give in faster than she planned.

“Ok so we have these rooms to visit and after this we go to the outreach center to play basketball with the kids there.” Zelina hands the lists to Damian and Nessa, and reminds them they are riding with her back from the hospital since they have separate engagements from the rest of their partners.

“Ok, uh if I have issues will you help me translate.” Nessa quietly asks the others as one of the Nurses leads them to the first room. Damian and Zelina quietly agree as they enter and the little girl in the bed's eyes light up, focused solely on Nessa. Damian watches as a switch flips in Nessa’s head and all tension falls from her body and she approaches the bed. Damian stays close to help her translate. He watches in awe as Nessa converses with the kid in broken Spanish but she is clearly trying.

“She is catching on fast.” Zelina praises, Damian goes to respond but pauses when he hears the kid loudly whisper to Nessa,

“Sé que la lucha libre es falsa, pero ¿de verdad estás con Damian, es tu novio? Nessa blushes and nods her head, (I know wrestling is false, but are you really with Damian, is he your boyfriend?)

“Ah, sí, es mi novio y me gusta mucho. Me trata muy bien.” (Ah, yes he is my boyfriend and he treats me well) Nessa stutters trying to remember the simple words. Damian chuckles and steps closer to her, grabbing her hand and gently tapping his forehead to hers since they are wearing a mask. The kid smirks and responds, “Bueno, es mi favorito y creo que deberías casarte.” (good he is my favorite and I think you should get married). Zelina snorts and Damian laughs, his chest shaking jostling Nessa from their closeness.

Nessa relaxes by the time they are in the second to last room to visit, like she has been doing this her whole life. As soon as they walk into the room the kid is in the bed, looking healthier than the others they saw. A young girl around 12 waves at them excitedly. The three of them step closer to the bed conversing with her, learning her name, Angelina. Angelina excitedly talks to them, so fast Nessa can’t understand. Thankfully Damian translates for her, whispering in her ear. “She thinks you are pretty and wants to be like you when she grows up. A nurse. And she said if you are with me can she have Dominik?”

“Maybe when you are a bit older, sweetheart, but then I think you’d have to fight Mami for him.” Nessa responds in English, Damian translating for her. Angelina answers in English, her accent thick and adorable.

“For him, I’d fight God.”

Nessa and Damian laugh, sharing a knowing look. Both of them feel the same way about him. Nessa’s attention is grabbed by Angelina’s mom calling her name, gently rocking a baby in one arm and gesturing for her to come over with the other. Nessa smiles, her eyes crinkling above her mask and goes over there. She is shocked when the woman shoves the baby in her arms and pulls out a phone to take a picture, talking a mile a minute. Nessa coos at the baby, adjusting so it is safely in one arm, letting it play with her fingers. She is so engrossed with the baby, she doesn’t notice or care that the wwe camera crew focuses on her holding the baby for the promo. She doesn’t notice Zelina nudging Damian who looks over and melts. He can see in that moment the future he wishes to have with her and the others. Children running all around them, being all of theirs. He is pulled out of his little dream of the future by Zelina nudging him again.

“She looks good holding a baby doesn't she?” Zelina winks and Damian rolls his eyes in response, unable to help the blush that creeps up his neck, Angelina in the hospital bed giggling maniacally thinking she is in on some secret that Damian doesn't have the heart to correct.

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Thursday May 4th Puerto Rico

Nessa is lounging on the blanket laid out on the beach, enjoying the shade under the umbrella. Leaning against Finn's chest as Damian cuts his promo. Dom laying out as well, his head on Rhea’s lap, Rhea playing with his hair. “Lean forward sweetheart, I’ll put some more sunblock on your back. We don’t want you to burn Mo Mhuirnin.” Finn gently suggests and gently pushes Nessa forward. Dom looks up to Rhea and she nods, bending down and giving him a kiss before he gets up with a grunt and runs off disappearing from view. Nessa looks at the remaining two with confusion.

“He’s just running back to the car, he forgot something, Bunny. Sit back and relax. Damian will be joining us soon and we can have fun for the rest of the day.” Rhea explains and leans back on her forearms. Nessa can’t help but stare at the marvel that is Rhea’s body, the way her muscles flex and the way she looks in that tiny black bikini. Finn laughs and pulls Nessa back to their previous position, wrapping his arms around her waist. She wiggles to get comfortable and grabs her phone from the blanket and resumes reading her story. Looking back up when Damian jogs back toward them and plops down between Rhea, Finn and Nessa and shakes his wet hair making Nessa squeal and turn closer to Finn and Rhea jokingly smacking Damians chest. Damian's booming laugh fills the space while Nessa sticks her tongue out at him.

“I was just getting to a good part, you jerk!” Nessa complains dropping her phone between her legs and crosses her arms. Damian continues to laugh and just gently pulls Nessa off Finn's lap and onto his. Finn grabs her phone to check what she was reading, his eyes scanned the text, immediately dropping it as he realizes that one, it’s fanfiction, and two is Ava and Dominik fanfiction, he immediately picks it back up to scan, the writing is really good, carefully he sends the link to himself, Family Roots is something he’s curious about now.

“I’m sorry Mariposa, you all just looked so hot and thought you needed to cool down.” He winks to Finn and squeezes Nessa’s side. Nessa yelps and tries to get off his lap but it is useless. “Come on baby, I’ve barely seen you all morning because of my promos, let me have a little Nessa time.” He begs and the fight goes out of Nessa. She doesn’t respond verbally, only grabs one of his hands and brings it up to her lips for a little kiss. Dominik finally returns with a picnic basket in one hand and a shopping bag in the other. Through the bag she can see a bag of twizzlers and a pack of oreos.

“Oh what’s this Dom?” Nessa asks as he sets the picnic basket down as well as the bag of snacks. Rhea leans over, her shoulder against Damian’s arm as Dom takes a seat between her legs like Nessa is with Damian.

“Remember the other day when we woke you up and you said you were dreaming about a picnic on the beach? Well here we are on a beach and we are going to have a picnic. All of us, since tomorrow, we have a busy day between the press conference and Smackdown.” Rhea explains and leans forward flipping open the lid to the basket and pulling out the bowl of mixed fruit she knows Nessa loves. Damian has already ripped into the packet of Oreos and offered Nessa one. She bites into it allowing the cookie to crumble onto her lap and Damian pouts at the waste of cookie.

“You have a habit of wasting these cookies. They are my favorite if you didn’t know.” He kisses her cheek and puts the remnants of the cookie in his mouth.

“Well I know you like them, didn't know they were your favorite. I’ll keep that in mind.” She smiles taking a bite of the piece of cantaloupe Rhea offered her. Nessa grabs a Twizzler and feeds it to Dominik. Damian switched between eating his oreos and feeding the others. All of them feeding each other in a moment of contentment and domesticity.

“Thank you guys for this. You don’t know how much this means…” Nessa sniffs and Damian squeezes his arms around her waist, Finn flicking a grape at her to keep her from crying.

“Of course Mi Vida, you’ve been working so hard and have given up so much and have been so gracious to us. You deserve a little piece of heaven.” Dominik explains, reaching over and resting a hand on her thigh. Damian adds on, “You made Dom’s dream come true and we wanted to make one of yours come true… that we could” Damian kisses Nessa’s shoulder as her breath catches in her throat at how sweet they are.

“Well what dreams can I make come true for you guys besides Dom?” Nessa asks them.

They all go quiet for a minute thinking, “Could we think on that and get back to you Bunny, we can’t really come up with something right now. Just having you with us is a dream come true.” Rhea reaches over and plays with Nessa’s hair.

The food and snacks had been devoured, conversation flowing smoothly. Sometimes words do not even need to be said, just content in each other's company. Nessa begins to yawn and checks the time only seeing it be a few minutes past four. “I think I need a naaaap…” Nessa yawns again, Rhea begins to get up to pack things up but Nessa speaks up stopping her, “No guys, stay and relax and continue having fun. The rest of the weekend is going to be crazy and hectic. I’m just not used to traveling so much and my body is telling me I need to be unconscious for a few hours. Nothing serious. I insist stay.” Damian lets her stand up and gets up himself, brushing off the bits of sand off his shorts.

“I’ll take you back to the hotel. You aren't familiar with the area and can’t really speak Spanish. I’ll come back once you are settled if you are ok with that?” Damian offers the compromise and holds out his hand for her to grab.

“Take the car. if you aren't back by dinner we will catch a ride from some of the others that are still here.” Finn tosses Damian the keys, Dominik winking at Damian who flips him off at the implication. He regrets telling them about what happened at the hospital. Should have kept that to himself for a while longer, and enjoyed that little fantasy… but no he wanted to bring that up with his partners who won’t let him live it down. At least now there is another thing he has in common with Dominik. He finds himself thinking as he walks Nessa to the car and drives back to the hotel. He notices Nessa is a little more awake and alert than she was on the beach. He glances over at her momentarily enjoying the way the seatbelt is nestled between her breasts and finds himself wishing that is where his head would be and swallows thickly to control his thoughts so as to focus on the drive, his shorts uncomfortably tight for the majority of the drive back to the hotel. Nessa seemingly none the wiser.

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Back at the hotel Damian lets Nessa in the room, following close behind her, closing the door gently behind them. Nessa immediately goes to her luggage, fishing out her bathroom bag.

“Luis you can go back to the beach, I’m just going to shower and lay down until dinner.” She pauses in front of the bathroom door, turning back to look at him sitting on the edge of the bed, her leaning against the frame.

“Counter offer, I could shower with you and then nap with you. No pressure for more, just mutual scrubbing then sleep? They already plan for me not to be back by dinner.” He offers, staying put on the bed until he gauges Nessa’s reaction.

“Oh” She squeaks, a blush rising up her neck as she considers his offer. He holds his breath until Nessa nods, giving her permission.

“Use your words Mariposa, I don’t want to overstep.” Damian prompts, his heart fluttering in his chest but outside he is keeping it collected.

“Yeah that sounds nice actually.” She vocalizes, her face getting a deeper shade of pink before ducking into the bathroom. Damian chuckles to himself and goes to follow her, discarding his shirt along the way. He sees Nessa start the shower and close the door to let it warm up, setting her stuff on the counter still in her swimsuit.

“We can stay in our swimsuits and change after if you want Mariposa.” Damian softly offers, coming up behind her and wrapping his arms around her waist pulling her to him, her back flush with his chest facing the bathroom mirror. He hunches over and leans his head against hers and watches her blush come back in the mirror while his hands gently caress her sides.

“Why are you so shy Mariposa?, you are gorgeous and have nothing to be shy about. We all find you insanely attractive. Hell if I’m being perfectly honest with you, you make us all feel like teenagers fucking for the first time. Not knowing what to do or say.” He kisses her cheek, watching a cute pink spreading down her cheeks to her collarbones and inching down her chest toward her belly button.

“I think we can… shower normally.” Nessa softly answers, not answering his previous question. He wants to pry but thinks better of it when he sees her face in the mirror and opts instead to tighten his arms around her momentarily and kisses her shoulder. He takes a step back trailing his fingertips up her spine stopping at the tied strap to her bikini top. He catches her eyes through the mirror and she nods, giving him the ok to keep going. He pulls the string untying the bottom part of her top, her hand going immediately to hold it in place, nervous about being so bare, so vulnerable in front of him for the first time. Damian pauses again at the string on her neck, his fingers holding it, not yet pulling it.

“Mariposa you don’t have to do this if you don’t want to. I don’t want you to be uncomfortable.” He gives her another out, a sense of unease filling him. The thought that he is maybe pushing her too far. She shakes her head and swallows trying to fight her mouth going dry.

“No, Luis we’ve done… I… I want to. I just…” She sighs trying to find the words. She fills with relief when he says what she is thinking.

“You don’t like your body.” He does his best to not look at her in pity, knowing that would only make the situation worse. “Mariposa, My Mariposa. You are one of the most gorgeous women I have ever laid my eyes on. You have nothing, absolutely nothing, to be ashamed or afraid of.” He praises, his voice soft. Nessa is moved by the sincerity of his words and the soft care in his eyes as he looks at her through the mirror. She reaches a shaky hand back, gently grabbing Damians and makes him pull the string, her bikini top falling to the ground. She then unbuttons her shorts and Damian lets her slide them down, allowing her to lead the pace, whatever makes her feel comfortable.

“Do you want me to stay in my swim trunks, Querida?” Damian softly asks.

Nessa answers “No.” Her voice is so soft he can barely hear it. He smiles softly and swipes her hair off of her shoulders, resting his hands on her shoulders and gently directs her towards the running shower filling the bathroom with steam, fogging up the mirror.

“Go ahead and get in the shower, I’ll join you in a moment so you can collect yourself. You are clearly on edge. I'll give you a minute to collect…”

Damian was cut off by her firm “No.” She turns to face him. “If you do that I’ll overthink. I… Just get in with me?” Her sure tone fails a little bit but Damian nods, understanding. He slides off his shorts and reaches behind Nessa, opening the shower door. She slowly backs in the water pouring over her head, Damian stepping in and closing the door behind him. He turns her around once her hair is soaked and grabs her shampoo bottle, the water hitting him in the back. He pours some of her shampoo in his hand and begins to lather it in her hair, massaging her scalp. She lets out a little moan of pleasure and Damian can’t help himself but his cock twitches at her sounds. He angles his pelvis away from her so he can keep washing her. He steps back as does Nessa, leaning her head back to rinse her hair and Damian just silently stares at her, smiling, admiring how the water rolls down her curves, dripping off her breasts as she turns to look at him expectantly.

Damian is confused, not knowing what she wants. He figures it out when she pouts and stomps her foot, the water splashing. He smiles widely and turns around, taking a knee so she can do the same for his hair. He laughs as she sputters as the shower assaults her face. He tries to get up to alleviate that but she grabs his shoulder to keep him in position until she deems it done. He gets up and rinses his hair as she quickly conditions her hair and rinses it out, grumbling about men and how it’s unfair they don’t have to do as much. He laughs and relaxes as Nessa relaxes. They take turns washing each other's bodies. Nessa tries to ignore the obvious arousal of Damian, but can’t, and she is thankful hers isn’t as obvious.

Once they are out of the shower, they are drying themselves. Damian wraps his towel around his waist and takes another towel and gently towel drying Nessa’s hair. She drops her towel and looks up at him. His hands pause in their movements as their gazes meet. She wraps her arms around his neck and stands on her toes first just placing their lips together in a sweet little peck. Damian bends over slightly, letting Nessa’s feet go back to flat against the floor, his forehead resting on hers, this time he kisses her, tender, multiple pecks turning into more. Damian nipping at her lips, their breathing getting shallow as they kiss. Nessa knots her hands into Damian's hair, making more water drip down his back and a groan come from deep in his throat. He leans his head back partially, his cock pressed against her.

“Mariposa, Nessa… please. If you don’t want this, tell me now and we can stop. You have stepped out of your comfort zone so much I don’t want this to be too much.” He takes a shuddering breath waiting for her response.

“Luis, I want this, I want you, it's not too much.” She barely finishes her sentence before he sweeps her up into the bridal carry and brings her over to the bed. Gently setting her down his lips first still attached to hers, then kissing down her neck, leaving soft bruises that will fade quickly and continuing down her shoulders until he reaches her breasts—licking and sucking on each nipple before pushing her breasts together and tending to both nipples at the same time. Nessa wiggling and whimpering at the attention, trying to create some friction between her thighs.

Damian continues to kiss down her body muttering, “You are so beautiful, every part, every bruise, every mark.” Pausing to kiss every freckle, every mark he sees. Nessa shifts under the weight but doesn’t pull away. She opens her legs for him as he adjusts his position, now between them. He runs a finger through her slit, feeling the wetness already there. He starts by sliding two fingers into her, bending down using his tongue to lick her clit, sucking at it making her whimper. Damian groans at the taste and how pliable she is under him making his own cock leak. Nessa’s hand grabs him by the hair pulling his head closer and grinding herself on his face as he adds another finger. He continues expertly as Nessa continues to wither the sounds coming from her a mix of moans and whimpers. The sounds becoming more breathless whimpers as her breathing shallows the longer he does it, her pussy clenching his fingers letting him know she is close.

"Thats is Mariposa… let go… cum for me” He didn’t even need to tell her because by the time he finished speaking she goes to cover her eyes, the lights temporarily too bright as she cums around his fingers, her juices joining Damian’s spit in the wet spot on the bed. He lets her recover for a moment, appreciating the flush decorating her pale body as she takes shaky breaths, her legs trembling. He nips at her thighs. Nessa wasn’t expecting it and slams her legs together on Damians head. He groans in pain making Nessa immediately open her legs again and sit up on her arms, apologies falling out rapidly. Damian laughs, making Nessa stare at him mouth agape.

“Mariposa, there is no need to be sorry. If that is the way I go, that is the way I’d prefer it. Neck snapped between your pretty little thighs.” He begins peppers kisses up the thighs that almost killed him, and continues to trail those kisses up her body until he is passionately kissing Nessa’s plump lips. She parts her lips allowing his tongue to enter her mouth, their tongues flicking against each other. Nessa moans and places her hand against his cheek, feeling the stubble under her hand. Their kisses turn soft, and gentle. Between the kisses and the soft touches, Nessa looks up at him, and Damian can feel a shared pulse between them, a intertwined longing, something alive and real, the trust for their future together, a longing for children that look like them both, but most of all, the settling of togetherness. Nessa is his, and Damian is hers, just like they belong to the others, but this moment, this tiny little bubble, it's the settlement of their bond.

“Luis please…” Nessa begs, breathless, feeling him twitch against her thigh. He readjusts his weight, pressing his cock at her entrance and slowly pushing forward. He lets out a shaky breath, feeling like what he described to Nessa earlier before their shower. He slowly rocks his hips, his face close to hers. She can feel the warmth of his breath on her face, little whimpers coming from Nessa’s throat as she wiggles underneath him, her hands trailing up and down his body. Finding purchase on his shoulders, her nails digging into his shoulder.

That action makes Damian speed up, melding his lips to hers, muttering against them, “God you are perfect Mariposa, so fucking perfect.” He kisses down her jaw and neck, going back to her lips. Supporting his weight on one arm, using the other to gently play with one of her nipples. Pinching and rolling it between his fingers. Nessa arches against him, the stimulation sending her closer to the edge again, her cunt convulsing around his cock.

“Fuck, Luis I…” She catches herself and bites her lip moaning as her orgasm washes over her again. Damian grunts, his pace faltering as he nears his own. Nessa grabs his hair at the base of his neck and tugs on it, still in the midst of her orgasm, Damian grunts “fuck” as he pushes fully in and empties himself in her, glad she allows it. Rhea won’t even let them even while on her birth control, unless there is a condom. Nessa whispers something and Damian doesn’t catch what she said, too caught up in his head and trying to catch his breath.

He is confused as to why she looks at him worried, “What was that Mariposa?” He asks, placing a gentle kiss on the tip of her nose.

“I love you.” She repeats, her voice just as soft as before but it floors Damian who almost collapses on Nessa. He almost admitted the same thing the previous day but now here she is admitting it to him. He rolls off of her and lays on his side facing her, making sure he is at eye level with her before responding and grabbing her hand.

“Nessa, I love you too, we all do already but we were too afraid to tell you so soon. We didn’t, we don't want to scare you off. You are very much ours as we are yours and there is nothing we wouldn’t do for you.” Damian promises, pulling Nessa close and wrapping his arms around her and kisses her forehead. “Now I think we should take that nap you wanted earlier now. You’ve more than earned it Mi amor.” he suggests and Nessa nods against his shoulder and yawns, Damian pulling the covers over them both. Nessa nestles into him, content and pleased.

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clxudn1n3

1 year ago

Newly Found Happiness

Norman Nordstrom x Reader

Summary: Norman thought he only longed for the child he lost, but then he found you. You opened new doors for him.

A/N: Inspiration for this fic came from @purplelupins please check out their work as well.

Warnings: age gap, mention of abuse, smut

Norman was extremely suspicious of you. Every movement you made, he was listening closely.

Every night, he barely slept, waiting for you to make a move or run.

You often went to the bathroom, which caused him a great fear, fear that you would run. But you never did.

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clxudn1n3

5 months ago

“walked in and dream came trued it for ya”

f1 grid x fem!reader (the rest)

warnings: sexual innuendos

authors note: anon🤍 thank you so much for the request!!! any feedback is appreciated and please like, comment, and reblog!! hope you enjoy!! 🤍

part 1

1k celebration f1 masterlist

“walked In And Dream Came Trued It For Ya”

George

George receives the envelope with a polite smile, his curiosity piqued. As he opens it and sees the pictures, his eyes widen and a flush creeps across his cheeks. He quickly closes the envelope, glancing around nervously to ensure no one else has seen.

When he catches your eye, he gives you a playful, almost shy grin. Later, when he finds a moment alone with you, he leans in close, his voice low and filled with a mix of excitement and admiration. "You sneaky girl, beautiful pictures princess," he murmurs, his gaze intense. "I have a surprise for you, when this is over." His smile is charming, his eyes glinting with promise.

Pierre

Pierre takes the envelope with a smirk, already expecting some kind of prank. However, as he opens it and sees the pictures, his expression shifts to one of genuine surprise and intrigue. His eyes widen and a slow, appreciative smile spreads across his face.

He looks at you, his eyes dark with desire, and leans in close, his voice a seductive whisper. "You really know how to get my attention," he says, his breath warm against your ear. "I think we need to have a private conversation later." His smile is teasing, his eyes promising a night of intense and intimate moments.

Esteban

Esteban, ever the gentleman, accepts the envelope with a polite nod. As he opens it and sees the pictures, his eyes widen in shock and a deep blush spreads across his cheeks. He quickly closes the envelope, looking around to make sure no one else saw.

He catches your eye, his expression a mix of embarrassment and curiosity. When he finds a moment alone with you, he leans in close, his voice a low, husky whisper. "I never expected this from you," he says, his eyes filled with admiration and desire. "But I have to admit, I like it. I’m excited to explore this side of you more." His words send a shiver down your spine, his gaze intense and filled with promise.

Fernando

Fernando, ever the seasoned veteran, takes the envelope with a knowing smile. As he opens it and sees the pictures, his eyebrows lift in surprise and a slow, appreciative grin spreads across his face. He looks at you, his eyes twinkling with mischief.

Leaning in close, he whispers in your ear, his voice low and seductive. "You never cease to amaze me," he murmurs, his breath warm against your skin. "I can't wait to show you just how much." His smile is devilish, his eyes promising a night filled with passion and excitement.

Valtteri

Valtteri takes the envelope with a calm, curious expression. As he opens it and sees the pictures, his eyes widen slightly and a small, appreciative smile forms on his lips. He glances at you, his expression one of genuine admiration and curiosity.

He leans in close, his voice a quiet, intense whisper. "You look incredible," he says, his eyes roaming over your face. "I cannot get those images out of my head." His hand lightly brushes against yours under the table, the touch sending electric sparks through your skin. "I cannot wait to show you how those pictures made me feel later." His words are filled with a mix of curiosity and heated anticipation, leaving you breathless.

Zhou

Zhou takes the envelope with a friendly smile, his curiosity piqued. As he opens it and sees the pictures, his eyes widen and a deep blush spreads across his cheeks. He quickly closes the envelope, glancing around nervously to ensure no one else has seen.

When he catches your eye, he gives you a shy, almost embarrassed grin. Later, when he finds a moment alone with you, he leans in close, his voice low and filled with a mix of excitement and admiration. "You made my heart skip multiple times," he murmurs, his gaze intense. "I can't wait to have fun with you tonight." His smile is charming, his eyes glinting with promise.

Nico

Nico takes the envelope with a curious look, opening it slowly. When he sees the pictures, his eyes widen and a slow, appreciative smile spreads across his face. He looks at you, his eyes dark with desire.

He leans in close, his voice a low, seductive whisper. "You really know how to get my attention," he says, his breath warm against your ear. "I think we need to have a private conversation in the bathroom right now." His smile is teasing, his eyes promising a night of intense and intimate moments.

Kevin

Kevin takes the envelope with a casual smile, his curiosity piqued. As he opens it and sees the pictures, his eyes widen and a deep blush spreads across his cheeks. He quickly closes the envelope, glancing around nervously to ensure no one else has seen.

When he catches your eye, he gives you a playful, almost shy grin. Later, when he finds a moment alone with you, he leans in close, his voice low and filled with a mix of excitement and admiration. "You really stay surprising me," he murmurs, his gaze intense. "I can't wait for you to see what I will do to you tonight." His smile is charming, his eyes glinting with promise.

Yuki

Yuki takes the envelope with a curious look, opening it slowly. When he sees the pictures, his eyes widen and a slow, appreciative smile spreads across his face. He looks at you, his eyes dark with desire.

He leans in close, his voice a low, seductive whisper. "Y/N, my wife, you almost made me pass out," he says, his breath warm against your ear. "I think we need to leave for a bit, right now." His smile is teasing, his eyes promising a night of intense and intimate moments.

Daniel

Daniel takes the envelope with a mischievous grin, expecting some kind of joke. As he opens it and sees the pictures, his eyes widen and a slow, appreciative smile spreads across his face. He looks at you, his eyes dark with desire and playful curiosity.

He leans in close, his voice a low, seductive whisper. "You are so sexy. my beautiful girl.," he says, his breath warm against your ear. "I think you need to help me find my phone, I left it in the suite. Let’s go." His smile is teasing, his eyes promising a night of passion and excitement.

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clxudn1n3

1 year ago

Spider DNA 🕷️

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(red: Miguel)

(summary: you caught Miguel in his office rutting, and he asks for help. only for you to find out another defect of his spider DNA)

CW: monster fucking, aggressive sex, biting, clawing, licking, uses of degrading names, 2 dicks, slight choking if you squint, edging, anal.

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12:46 PM.

You just had gotten done on a mission with Peter B, walking down the lobby halls and squeezing past a couple of the other members with an empanada in your hand.

You'd popped into the cafeteria, grabbing two empanadas (one of which you'd already eaten by then) and the second one for Miguel.

Miguel and you have never really spoken since you first were recruited, but sometimes he'd make small talk that surprised you considering he'd never really talk to anyone. So you thought it would be nice to bring him some lunch as he's locked up in his lab as usual.

You make your way down Sector 4, getting in the elevator as it goes up and you keep your hands around the empanada container, making sure it stays warm.

The large doors finally open as you get to the top, walking down the hall and past several big machines from Miguels projects, the lights dark as usual.

The closer you got to the main part, the heavier the buzzing sound in your head became, your spider senses tingling but you ignored it, assuming nothing could possibly happen.

But then you get to the end of the hall, leading to the main part of the lab and you see Miguel hunched over his desk, helplessly and aimlessly humping the side of a table.

His face was a flushed mess, biting his bottom lip with his eyebrows scrunched together as he tried to have some sort of relief underneath his suit.

His grunts and whimpers fill the lab, as he claws and bites at the desk, humping repeatedly.

Your eyes widened, an unexplainable knot twisting in your stomach but in a... good way?

You go to take a step back but by the time your heel had lifted off of the ground he was already standing up and glaring at you.

"what are you doing here.?" he snapped

You didn't know what to say, so you just held up the empanada in the small cardboard container.

"... empanada." you mumbled, your eyes still wide.

His platform was already on the ground, so he was in front of you within seconds. His eyebrows scrunched together and with every breath he took he let it out in a small growl.

"um... here." you say shakily, putting it to his chest as if you expect him to take it.

but instead he grabs your wrist, the empanada falling out of your hand and he yanks you closer, absolutely staring into your soul.

"don't want it." he says in a low voice and tilts his head, leaning closer and he... sniffs?

your eyes widen and you feel his breath behind your ear as he smelled you.

"help me." he whispers, his tone making you wanna get on your knees right then and there.

"with what?" you say trying to keep your voice less shaky than before.

"what season is it cariño?" he mumbles, his other hand moving around you to the small of your back as his other hand keeps hold of both of your wrists.

"summer?" your tone is confused and he sniffs the crook of your neck.

"breeding. breeding season." he grumbled. oh. he was rutting. it all made sense now, the behavior change, humping his desk, smelling you, you must've forgotten he was 50% spider. but now it made sense and you were horny just from watching him for those 15 seconds of the humping so how could you say no?

"what if we get caught?" he took that as a yes, immediately biting slightly into your neck and ripping the crotch out of your spider suit.

"h-hey!" you said and he got on his knees, ignoring you and pulling your legs apart as he stuck his tongue in between your folds.

you almost fell backwards, and he held you by the waist and aggressively moved you over to the wall, pressing you back against it and he pulled your legs over his shoulders and stayed on his knees. his tongue desperately lapping at your clit, sucking and slobbering all over your already wet pussy.

"you're gonna be so good to my cock." he mumbled into you, the vibrations making you whimper and put your hands in his hair.

his hands clawed into your thighs, digging into the skin slightly and the longer he desperately ate you out, the tighter the familiar knot got in your stomach.

"f-fuck Miguel I'm gonna-" damn it.

the knot painfully faded away, Miguel had already stood you back up and was cleaning his face off with his tongue after denying you to cum.

"you're here for ME hermosa." he hissed, grabbing your chin and hunching over you.

you just nodded, and he turned you around and pushed you against the wall

he buried his face into your neck, inhaling your scent.

then he pulled down the neck of your spider suit, revealing your skin and he licked from the crook of your neck to the back of your ear.

your eyes widened and you looked at him, his eyes were closed and his face was flushed but still buried into your skin.

it was... cute. but that cute thought immediately was yeeted to another side of your head when he opened his eyes and grabbed you, hoisting you over his shoulder and he walked back to his platform and slammed you onto the desk.

before you could even say anything his suit dissipated, revealing his toned body and muscles which were even hotter underneath the suit but further down, two rock-hard (at least 10 inch) dicks were staring right at you.

"I'm gonna fuckin ruin you." he growled, grabbing your chin and making you look up at him.

"tw- how- huh?" you couldn't even get the words out, looking down at his monster cocks.

he rolled his eyes and squoze your chin harder

"it's a defect. 50% spider dna. remember? spiders have two reproductive organs, so I get two dicks." he snapped

you looked up at him, wide eyed and you didn't even know how he was gonna fuck you.

"and you're gonna take it like the whore you are."

you didn't know what to say, but the thought of two dicks absolutely ruining you like that sounded like the best thing ever.

you nodded, and he flipped you onto your stomach and positioned himself behind you, arching your back with one arm under your hips and the other arm around your neck with his face in your shoulder.

you whimpered, the two heads of his cocks poking against your entrance and your anus.

he stuck his fingers in your mouth, still not putting his dick in.

"suck." he commanded, and you wrapped your tongue around his thick fingers and started sucking.

the position was uncomfortable, bent like a pretzel but that's how he liked it. that's how you liked it.

without warning, he bottomed out. a loud squelch followed by a shriek from you and a groan from him entering the air.

you squeeze your eyes shut, your hand reaching up and grabbing onto his arm that was around your neck.

"god you're so tight..." he groaned, thrusting in and out without giving you time to even adjust to the monster cocks filling both of your holes.

"you were made for me. you're my whore." he whispered in your ear, licking your jaw as he thrusted mercilessly into your holes.

you moaned loudly, your hand clawing at his arm and your mouth sucking harder on his fingers.

the sounds of skin slapping, squelching, groaning, whimpering, and moaning were the only things you could hear. the occasional degrading things or sweet nothings Miguel would whisper into your ear made your brain go foggy.

you could feel him everywhere. he was all over you, and inside you. you swore you could feel every single vein on both of his cocks.

next thing you knew you'd came 4 times and he had 3. he was a whimpering mess, biting your shoulder and fucking you at the same relentless pace as he was before even if the overstimulation was killing him.

"I'm gonna get you so fucking pregnant baby.." he whimpered, squeezing his eyes shut and biting into your neck.

"you wanna have my kids? Yeah baby?" he cooed, even if he knew you couldn't answer.

your jaw was slack, eyes rolled into the back of your head and your pussy and anus still milked his cock for more cum.

"mm you're so good to me cariño." he muttered, both of your guys cum dripping out of your holes.

"so so so good. God I love this pussy... I'm gonna make you a mama and use you like a whore everyday." he ranted, his face red and his eyebrows scrunched in concentration of cumming just one more time.

his hips stuttered, his pace faltering and it was a familiar thing by now.

"fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck-" then his 4th load of warm seed was shot into your holes, making you moan and he pulled out with a squelch.

he collapsed onto you, his arm slipping out from underneath your hips and out from around your neck and the only sound you could hear now was his soft breathing.

you'd thought you'd died, the white stars fading away from your vision and you laid your head on the table.

"fuck..." you sighed, and he slowly sat up and covered himself with his suit.

"I'll make note to call you next time." he muttered, helping you off of the table and he just tossed you a tissue.

you stood up, cleaning yourself off with the tissue but with the amount of cum coming out of you it wasn't enough and you could barely even stand.

he looked at you, then walked past you to his holographic screens.

"take a plan b." he said without even looking at you.

"um... okay."

"and I'll have Lyla make you a new suit."

you nodded, then left and got in the elevator. hoping that you would be able to run fast enough so nobody saw your ass and pussy hanging out, but the idea wasn't that bad, leaving the empanada long gone and forgotten about, cold in it's box.

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THIS IS MY FIRST WRITING PIECE 🥳🥳

I hope you all appreciate it, I hope it's good 😭

but thank you to @pissjuicencumballz for the idea.

SEE YOU ALL OCT. 2!!!

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clxudn1n3

10 months ago

❝ I MISS BEING SINGLE ❞

MASTERLIST!

pairing . . . f1 drivers x reader

◦∘｡ﾟ. summary . . . you prank text your boyfriend by telling you “miss being single”.

◦∘｡ﾟ. note . . . more than a month off and i’m coming back with this one texts au because i am obsessed with them😭 (thanks to @norrisleclercf1 & @percervall for cheering me on with this idea)

★ CARLOS SAINZ

★ CHARLES LECLERC

★ LANDO NORRIS

★ LEWIS HAMILTON

★ MAX VERSTAPPEN

★ OSCAR PIASTRI

-ˋˏ *.· taglist . . . @lorarri @lpab @noncannonships @lunnnix @elliegrey2803 @saintslewis @leoramage @toomuchdelusion @anthonykatebridgerton @enhacolor @gulabjamoon @louvrepool @ravisinghs-wife @hobiismyhopeu @starlightpierre @lecsainz @kkeelss @namgification @minkyungseokie @gothgirlez @f1version @vroomvroommuppett @darleneslane @avengersheart

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clxudn1n3

1 year ago

[ “back seat “ ; undertaker x fem!reader smut ]

[ request for @teehopper ]

[ word count ; 932 ]

he stood out of sight from others, behind a red velvet curtain, just peering though, watching on as you interacted with your fans. his signing ended an hour ago, some of the boys had invited him for drinks at the bar opposite the arena, but he declined. he stood there, enamoured with you, you had always been a fan favourite, mainly with the little ones. their smiles beaming as they dragged their parents to your booth, some no older than five years old. asking for pictures and hugs, all of which you happily obliged. he felt his stomach flip with delight, the sight of you with children he always treasured, how gentle and caring you were with them, comforting them while they wept tears of happiness, petting their heads gently as you wrapped them in your warm embrace.

a rush flowed through him. he had always wanted children. he had often wondered how you’d look while pregnant. your skin glowing, belly swollen with his child, it made him want to end your signing early, pulling you backstage and filling your repeatedly with his warmth. he gulped thickly, he could wait a few more minutes, he’d noticed that the line had shortened while he was lost in his fantasy. the next ten minutes were a daze for him, time moving quicker that he initially anticipated, thoughts racing in his mind, he knew you’d make a wonderful mother, he knew you’d look absolutely stunning with a bump, he may not be able to control himself seeing you like that, he didn’t even realise that your signing had ended nor that you were standing right in front of him.

“babe, what’s the matter?” you spoke up, breaking his trance, your finger lightly poking at his hip to gain his attention. he looked down at you, startled, your smaller frame almost completely shadowed by his much larger one. he gulped slightly, his mouth going dry, feeling his heart rate increase with every second.

“do you want kids?" he stated bluntly, taking your hands in his. you were taken aback by his sudden question, taking a few seconds to process it.

“yes of course-“

“we’ll let’s go make some then” he barely gave you anytime to respond, he drags you to the car, eyes full or lustful intent, his cock aching to fill your tight little pussy. he cursed himself fumbling with his keys as he unlocked the car, pulling out of the car park, speeding down the highway to the hotel. you felt a thick pulse in your cunt, never have you seen him so urgent, so needy, his knuckles bone white as they clenched the steering wheel, eyes locked on the road, intensely focused it made your cunt slick with arousal.

“play with your cunt for me princess” he commanded. “i need to hear your moans or else i’m gonna go insane!”

you did as told, slipping out of your shorts, rubbing your already sensitive clit through your panties. gentle moans spilling from your lips. he looked more enraged the longer the car ride felt, you tugged your panties to the side, your cunt in full view of him, you sunk two fingers deep inside your aching hole, pumping yourself roughly, his name spilling from your lips with pleading moans, the lovely sound ringing through his ears.

“fuck it...” he grumbled, pulling off the highway, finding a more secluded area. he turned to you, eyes dark as you painted with need.

“back seat. now” he commanded, stripping himself. you crawled into the backseat, ass teasingly swirling in the air, earning a rough slap from him. you tugged off your jeans, your panties soaked with your cum. he hooked your legs over his shoulders, slamming into you ruthlessly. he lifted up your shirt, plucking your perky nipples between his index fingers and his thumbs, tugging them roughly, pinching and twisting them. he adored the way your tight hole would take his length, having you screaming for more even when he only had the first couple of inches in.

“oh god daddy, you’re so fucking big!” you cried out, your tight pussy stretching around his size, his hand gripping your throat with some force, squeezing lightly as you let your tongue slip past your lips, moaning and panting as he absolutely wrecked you, his thumb teasing your clit just for good measure, swirling and pinching the sensitive bundle of nerves until he had your thighs trembling. your body thrashing around in the back seat, as he pushed his thumb harder against your clit, he cock filling your tight cunt with every thrust.

“my little slut, you’re just begging to be filled with my cum, aren’t you?” he groaned, picking up his speed, leaning down to litter your chest with hickeys, sucking deeply at the skin, marking you with with hues of purple. he hooked his arms under your hips, holding them up, the new angle allowed his cock to sink deeper into you void, pushing his thumb harder to your clit. as you shuddered underneath him.

“yes daddy! please fill my pathetic cunt with your cum!” you cried out, hot tears streaming down your cheeks from the pleasure. his cock absolutely destroying you with thick heavy thrusts. his grunts were signalling his end, hot thick ropes of his cum filling your warmths with feverish moans. the sensation made your toes curl, his hot cum radiating against he walls of your soaked cunt as you squirted around his size.

“baby, you’ll look so fucking hot pregnant with my kid”

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clxudn1n3

1 year ago

Braiding Baldur's hair and beard.

Pairing: Baldur x Gn!Reader

Summary: Spending some time with Baldur while braiding, both his hair and beard.

Warnings: Baldur's not dead, he isn't cursed, OOC Baldur, fluff, maybe one paragraph a little heated, bad english.

Words: 1k (super short)

Heyyyy!! So sorry that this ended up being so short, but I just needed to write this idea down. Beware of my bad english and my cringy writing. I don't know how to write. Also I wrote this at like 4 am so if there's anything incoherent, sorry!!!

It was a calm and sweet morning. Birds were chirping and the sounds of the river next to your house were pretty calming. Everything seemed to be at peace. That was until a sudden knock at the door was heard.

Your heart leaped from excitement, hoping to see a certain someone. You ran to the door trying to make no loud noises, so you wouldn't seem that eager, you opened the door.

Surprisingly it was your lover, Baldur. In the past he wasn't able to feel anything thanks to a curse casted by his mother in hopes of preventing his fateful death, which would cause a tragic event, the Ragnarok. But now he was free.

"Missed me?" He said, opening his arms.

You didn't need any other sign to jump to his arms. He had been out a pair of days with the goal of hunting enough meat, so he wouldn't need to go again for a pair of weeks.

"Obviously, love. How could I not?"

Now that he could feel everything he couldn't help but have his hands at all times around you. He looked like he wanted to feel everything he didn't in 100 years just by touching you.

"God, you look ravishing today, sweetheart."

"Just for you, dear."

"Oh lord, what did I do to deserve you?"

You couldn't help but giggle, a blush started to appear in your cheeks, thanks to being hugged by him, he wouldn't notice.

Even if you were still hugging him and you couldn't see his face, you could hear a smile in his voice. A smile he seemed to always have when you were near him, maybe you were flattering yourself.

You broke the hug "Would you sit here, honey?" You pointed at a chair "I want to braid both your beard and hair, they seem to be really messy.

"No need to ask twice, love."

In an instant he was seated in the chair mentioned earlier, with an eager smile he waited for you to braid his hair, something that he loved.

He always asked for you to braid his hair and beard, as he was quite a mess, or maybe it was just an excuse to feel your touch, he was quite a touch starved man, he still didn't need to make excuses, you would gladly do it.

You began braiding his brown hair, which was surprisingly soft and clean, even if he was such a mess he still maintained his hair quite well.

"So how was your hunting trip, love?"

"It was good, but not as good as expending the day with you, darling." He never failed at making you smile, god this man was going to be the death of you.

"Stop teasing, love. Remember who is holding your hair right now." You tried to sound jokingly more threatening.

"If you pulled my hair, I would not complain." He giggled teasingly."In fact, I would enjoy it."

You tried not to imagine what he would look like begging to have his hair pulled, or really any type of skin impact, he really was that pathetic. Your thoughts were interrupted by a question.

"Are you imagining it or something?"

"What? Why would you say that?"

"You're getting quite defensive, so it must be true."

"What?! That's not true!"

"You are more dirty minded than I thought, sugar."

Man, he loved to tease you. You were completely sure it was his favorite activity. You would never admit that you enjoyed it as well, it was fun.

Now that you have finished braiding his hair. It was now the turn for his beard, which was not as well maintained as his hair. For this to happen, he needed to be facing you.

Instead of you heading his way, you turned the chair to face your way. Instead of surprising him, it only made Baldur smile wider. You moved a chair in front of him, and sat in it.

He wondered how could such an insignificant act make him feel so giddy, the thought of you taking care of him could make him so flustered. He wouldn't confess it unless you asked. He would give you everything you asked for.

"What's on your mind, love?"

"Just thinking 'bout why would you love me."

"Well, at first I thought you were quite an asshole."

"Love that compliment, sweets."

"But" You paused for a moment, before continuing "I must admit that you being incredibly pretty made your personality more bearable."

"Oh, so you think I'm pretty?"

"Always have, love."

You couldn't help but stop braiding his beard, just to close the gap between your lips. He had the ghost of an unknown sweet liquor in his lips. His arms began creeping up your back, in a way that could be compared to a snake.

The kiss was desperate and messy while being extremely sweet, by the way he kissed you, it seemed as if he wanted to give you all his love in such a short period of time.

As the kiss developed and the oxygen began to be needed, you broke the kiss to catch a breath. In response he closed the unexisting space between your bodies in fear of you running away.

"Love, I'm not going anywhere."

"Then why did you break the kiss?"

"Would you prefer kissing a corpse?"

"Why would I!? Wha- Oh, right, sorry."

"Now, may I continue braiding your beard?"

"Of course, sweetheart."

He softened his grip on your back so you could move freely, but he still had his arms laying on your hips. You were now trying to finish braiding his beard while sitting on his lap.

While you were giving it the last touches you heard him giggle, it sounded both sweet and childish. You wanted to know what caused him to giggle out of the sudden, but you still had to finish it.

God you were trying so hard to fight back the urge to ask what was the cause that made him gift those sweet sounds to you. But as your goal was to braid his hair, you had to keep fighting it.

Now that you were done and his giggles didn't seem to end, you questioned him with a curious look plastered on your face.

"What's the matter, love?"

"It's nothing. Really."

"It must be something if you are giggling so hard."

"I just love the face you make when you concentrate. It's terribly adorable, dove."

"Oh."

You felt your face heating up. You were sure that a blush could be seen in your cheeks. He seemed to notice it, and looked really proud of himself.

"Love your reaction, sweets."

"God, why do you have to be smug and sweet at the same time?."

"It's part of my charm, don't you think?"

"Yeah. I love you, dear."

"I love you too, sugar. Always have and always will."

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2 years ago

*slides over a hair tie and mcdonald’s receipt*

please take this as payment for my request of witchy woman saving the house from an attack in the ring

A/N: GASSPPPP… you’re evil. But imma do it cuz I love you

Saved.

*slides Over A Hair Tie And Mcdonald’s Receipt*

Poly!HOB x their witchy woman

Requested: by my beloved @igncrxntripley

Warnings: slight mentions of blood injury, fluff

The house were always in control, no one ever doubted that… but right now- you hated to admit it but they were getting their asses kicked. The JAS had bombarded them in the ring, you were beyond angry. You knew you were best staying backstage but the anger rising through your body made you act impulsively. Seeing your sister and their little ‘family’ really pissed you off. You threw your jacket off, making a beeline for the curtain and running down the ramp.

The pop you received was amazing, most of the crowd probably thought you were out to help JAS. you hopped in the ring, stopping for a moment before pulling Anna off of Julia.

“What the hell y/n?!! She was down-” before she could finish, you punched her square in the jaw. The crowd went wild, before you got down and started laying down punch after punch on your sister. You made quick work of her, before quickly looking around to see the condition of everyone else. Most had seemed to do their best to pull Anna out of the ring, seemingly retreating… all but one.

Sammy Guevara.

He was laying a beat down on buddy, before you pulled him away. He stared at you in shock, before you blew the black mist in his face. Malakai watched on, a proud grin on his face as sammy rolled out of the ring, yelling in pain.

The crowd was going insane as you helped buddy up, the readhead throwing an arm around your shoulders

“That’s our girl…” he mumbled, pressing a small kiss to the side of your head. You blushed lightly, pulling Julia to your other side as you checked on her.

“Jules.. you’re bleeding.” You cringed slightly, touching around her lip. The blonde shrugged, only smiling at you.

“That doesn’t matter… you just saved our asses”

You all walked backstage together, buddy and Julia still at your side and brody and malakai behind you. You all sat down together, which mostly consisted of you tending to some wounds.

“That was very courageous of you Mijn liefje… thank you” he muttered to you, kissing your cheek softly. Your cheeks burned read, shaking your head.

“You guys would’ve done the same for me… now- who’s next?”

(Little short but I hope you enjoyed ml <3)

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