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welcome to the big leagues, kid. you are the newest female superstar on the Raw roster. cm punk is the grizzled veteran who has been around the block a time or two. everybody knows you donโt bother cm punk out of fear of his short temper โ so what are you supposed to do when cm punk bothers you?
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you have a nine hour layover in Chicago and he has planned every second of it to give you the full experience.
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SETH FREAKING ROLLINS
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One summer night, you and your older brother's best friend hook up. He leaves the next morning for the road and you're left with picking up the pieces he just left behind. Three months later, you haven't heard from him but he's back home in Davenport for a month to launch a coffee brand and focus on the school and has every intention of getting through to you.
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Valencia Parker and Cody Rhodes have always been the only two in the friend group that didn't see what everybody else could. An undeniable chemistry that had been built over years of friendship and trust. When Valencia calls Cody to tell him that she's engaged, he realizes he's missed his opportunity on one of the coolest girls in the world -- but reluctantly agrees to fly back to Georgia to help sabotage the wedding of Val's dreams to a guy he knows isn't right for her.
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summary: this all couldโve been settled if roman hadnโt been so god damn stubborn. heโs left your lawyers on read, ignored your phone calls and has basically dragged his feet this entire divorce process. not that you expected him to give in so easily. all you need is a signature.
โ pairing โ Serial Killer!Mask!Seth Rollins โฅ๏ธ f!Reader
โ summary โ Your boyfriend interrupts your serial killer podcast.
โ words โ 5.6k
โ warnings โ nsfw. Seth Rollins is not a good man. discussion of serial killers/victims, fear/terror, manipulation, mentioned methods of killing, oral (f receiving), protected p in v, non-con if you squint 18+
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โHappy Sunday, my lovelies,โ you cooed smoothly into the pop filter-protected microphone, the camera on your laptop capturing and streaming your crystal clear image to your thousands of viewers. โWelcome to another special Sunday edition of Seriality where we discuss anything and everything serial killers. Why special, some of you new kids might ask? Well, over the past few weeks, weโve been talking about โฆ wait for it โฆโ You tapped a key and the chilling sound of a lone church bell filled your headphones. โThe Sunday Sinner.โย
The chat window in the corner of the screen began to scroll as your viewers greeted you and instantly began debating the Sunday Sinner case as if they were FBI agents in their own right. A smile crept on your faceโeach of those usernames represented little dollar signs, and you had the absolute pleasure of earning them while indulging in your darkest obsession.
Rain pelted the window beside you as you went on.
โThe serial killer whose gimmick is to kill the victim on a Sunday and, some way or another, make sure theyโre discovered on a Sunday. Could be the same Sunday. Could be six months later. But it will always. Be. A Sunday. So, it was only appropriate that we move the show to when? Sunday! And if youโre new here, let me catch you up.โ You inhaled deeply through your nostrils, resting your arms on the table in front of you. โThe Sunday Sinner has been working, we think, over the past two years. The areas he uses to hunt are always the same: college towns. The victims are all female, in their early 20s, actively enrolled in school, and, well, they all โฆ kind of look like meโsame hair and eye color, same general build. Why am I still alive? Who knows? Maybe Iโm next? Or more likely, I probably just give him the ick.โ Your laugh was dry, kind of hollow. โHis sole method of killing is strangulation. And not only that, the medical examiners were able to determine, by the marks on the necks, that he almost assuredly strangled them from the front. Which means heโs looking into her eyes while sheโs dying.โ
Your own eyes drifted to the floor while taking a sip from your Stanley cup of ice water, your mind briefly flashing to a dramatization of such a murderโthe terror, the confusion, the pain from the hands tightening around her windpipeโwhich then evolved into a memory from this morning, when your boyfriend had shown up at your place from his third shift job, viciously hard and aggressive, and youโd been all too happy to let him use you in every way he desired. Heโd held you down, fucked you senseless, and at one point, his huge hands had made their way to the delicate column of your neck. The pressure had been gentle at first, increasing with the pace of his hips as they slammed into you. Heโd commanded you to look him in the eyes as he exploded into the condom while buried to the hilt inside you. And then heโd kissed you so softly afterward, leaving you wondering how he could so easily switch gears from rabid dog to clingy cat, but god, you loved it. Youโd loved even more having a slight painful hitch to your step as you walked to class afterward.
โAnyway,โ you said, shaking your head. โThere are eleven victims that we know of. And absolutely no fucking clues. Again, that we know of. The cops could be withholding information, we all know how they love to do that. Itโs just โฆโ You shook your head, glancing off camera. โItโs so hard to kill someone and leave absolutely nothing behind these days. With all the technology and advances in forensics. Does he wear a freaking HAZMAT suit? No, because of mobility and other issues and because thatโs fucking ridiculous. But he has to wear something, right? Or is he just free-balling it?โ Your head tipped back with a cackle. โDoes he shave every hair on his body and then just take all his clothes off before he attacks his victims?โ You shook your head, eyes attempting to focus on the chat. โSorry, guys. You know how I am.โ You giggled.
User1: arenโt you scared? because you really do look like all the dead girls.
โAm I scared? No, Iโm not scared. If I donโt give him the ick, then Iโve recently acquired a bodyguard. I think he could take him.โ
User2: some of those other girls probably had boyfriends too
โThatโs true, but mineโโ
A click rippling through the atmosphere had you pausing. The live stream caught you turning your head to look down the darkened hall that led to the living room and front door. You didnโt call out like they did in the moviesโyou knew you were the only one hereโbut you did listen for a few moments in case it happened again. Only silence followed.
You shrugged, turning back to the laptop. Houses make noises, you reasoned, especially old ones like this one that had been home to countless other college students. โThought I heard something. Anyway. No more boyfriend talk, no more I fit the profile of the victims talk. I want theories, guys. Howโs he getting away with it?โ
User3: maybe thereโs more than one guy
User4: the cops are in on it
โYeah, that makes a lot of sense,โ you remarked, shaking your head. โWhat would the copsโโ
A creak in the floorboard, and you jumped, your heart starting, an icy worm of terror slithering slowly throughout your chest. But when you looked at the hall this time, it wasnโt empty. A yelp squeaked from your mouth before your hand clamped over it. Standing at the threshold of the kitchen where you were streaming was very clearly a man judging by the height, the broad shoulders, the thick thighs straining against dark jeans. Everything he wore was black, including the hood covering his head and the top half of his face. The bottom half sent your stomach sloshingโa mask, thick, black, solid, concealed the rest of his identity. Eyes welling with tears, your gaze fell to the gloves on his hands, the black tactical boots on his feet.
Your throat burned as you forced bile back down your esophagus. You turned slowly in your chair, hand falling from your mouth to grip the back of it. Maybe, just maybe โฆ
โHilarious, Seth,โ your voice trembled. Maybe it was your boyfriend. It had to be your boyfriend, and this had to be a sick fucking joke, and you would be breaking up with him.ย
Except Seth didnโt have a key. No one other than you and your roommate who was hardly ever home had a key to this house.
You started to stand without a second thought, without a plan of action, having no idea what the hell you would do once you made it to your feet. Run? Tackle him? Escape to a room with a lock?
The man held up a gloved finger, your body instantly freezing. For a moment you thought you might puke or even pee or maybe both. The finger tapped downward, deliberate, an order, not a suggestion. Swallowing what felt like hard packed sand and water, your throat clicking, you slowly sank back into your chair, returning to the camera's frame, though youโd forgotten about the podcast altogether. The gloved finger turned in a steady circle, and your muscles automatically responded, turning so your legs were under the kitchen table and your body was facing the laptop, your eyes, though, never leaving him. Your heart hammered so hard against your ribs you thought they might crack.
โSeth,โ you tried again, voice trembling. It was all you had to hold onto, the only light at the end of the macabre tunnel you were headed into. Your boyfriend was an asshole who was playing an all-too-real prank on you. โSeriously. Iโm live right now. And shouldnโt you be at work?โ
He darkened the doorway for a moment longer before eventually moving, each footstep silent, undetectable, despite the manโs size. It took him three strides to make it to the table where you sat, your lungs involuntarily sucking in a burst of oxygen at his sudden nearness. He was soaked, the hood dripping and casting a shadow over his face beneath the harsh overhead light, and he smelled earthy, a mixture of dirt and rainwater. There was a hint of something else, too, something spicy, something โฆ He slid suavely into the lone chair across from you, gloved hands resting palms down on the table hidden by the laptopโs screen.
The stream showed you suddenly rigid, eyes wet, rounded and focused on something behind the camera, lips parted, chest heaving.
โSeth,โ you whispered. โThis isnโt funny.โ
The man was a void, the utter absence of all colors, and his hands lifted without warning, shocking you into the back of your chair. He didnโt reach for the laptop or the microphone or even for youโhe gripped the edge of the hood and pulled it back, settling it uniformly on his shoulders. The tears welling in your eyes streaked down your cheeks. You knew those heavy, espresso-colored eyes gazing back at you and the chestnut hair that bled into blonde at the tips that was just as soaked as the rest of himโHow long had he been standing out in the rain to get so drenched?โand you suspected you knew the nose, lips, and beard likely hidden under the mask as well.ย
The mask itself was unnerving. A big, black, hulking thing held flush against his cheeks by a thick strap around the back of his head.
Unable to look at him any longer, your eyes dropped to the chat in the corner of the laptop screen.
User5: is this a true crime podcast or a lesson in bad acting?
User6: why ruin a good show like this?
User7: isnโt this kinda disrespectful to the victims?
If this turned out to be real, clearly nobody was going to believe it. None of your viewers were about to call the cops to report a possible crime happening live on a true crime podcast. Who would believe that? Your eyes shifted again, attention immediately drawn back to Seth as if he were a life-size magnet. Sethโor was it the Sunday Sinner? OrโJesus Christโwere they one in the same?
โPlease just tell me whatโs going on,โ you whispered.
The manโs head cocked only slightly, eyes youโd seen warmth and passion and humor in this morning were now devoid of all emotion and locked on you. โI think you know,โ he replied, voice muffled behind the mask, but clear enough to be understood.
You gulped, eyes snapping to the laptop to be sure the live feed was still streaming. Even if no one believed you now, if something were to happen to you, there would at least be a record. Was that part of his plan? Returning your attention to the man across the table, you inhaled, breath tremulous, and felt your heart slow by a mere few beats per minute. Escape, of course, was on your mind. There was a door in the kitchen near you that led to the backyard, but heโd almost certainly catch you before you could turn the knob and open it, just like heโd snatch you if you made a break for any other direction. You were trapped. And you refused to let your mind unravel the truth of just how long youโd been trapped without even knowing it.
So if you were gonna die, what did you have to lose?
Heart still thundering, hands trembling, you tried to settle into the chair, tried to appear nonchalant, tried to slip back into your podcast space. Clearing your throat and swiftly wiping the tears from your cheeks, you rasped, โYou told me your name is Seth Rollins.โ A tilt of his head in the opposite direction. โBut itโs not, is it?โ
He shook his head this time, eyes nearly black now never leaving you. โNo,โ he rumbled.
You swallowed. โThen what is your name?โย
The corners of his eyes crinkled with what had to be at least a smirk under the mask. โYou know who I am.โ For a moment, you forgot where you were, who you were and what the hell you were doing, but by god, you knew who he was. He turned his head a bit, eyeing you sideways, brows rising just a bit. โSay it.โ He used that voiceโthe tone he knew melted you, the domination he knew overwhelmed you and forced you to unconsciously submit to him. โIntroduce me.โ
You blinked back a brand new set of tears despite your previous courage. Licking your dry lips, sucking the bottom one into your mouth and biting down to suppress the returning need to vomit, you leaned closer to the pop filter. โLadies and gentleman, we have aโโ You gulped down more bile, hand covering your mouth, remembering the things heโd done to you, the things youโd done to him. โ... We have a special guest joining us tonight.โ Your eyes rose from the chatโthe chat that was one hundred percent convinced this was a skit and, as such, youโd gained thousands more viewers who were actively ridiculing you. Would they all be witnesses to your murder? โWe all know him as โฆโ Swallow, stomach somersaulting. โThe Sunday Sinner.โ
After a moment of staring at the screen and seeing nothing, your glassy eyes rose. โWhat do you want?โ you sobbed.
Seth appeared to relax just a bit, his movements more fluid as he settled into his own chair. โYou have a podcast about serial killers.โ His voice was so muffled by the mask that you knew, even if police got a hold of the stream, theyโd have almost nothing to go on as far as his voice was concerned. Fuck, how long has he been planning this? โAnd now you have one sitting in front of you.โ
Your eyes locked over the laptop, your teeth grinding out of a sudden sprouting anger. He wanted to play with his food before he ate it. But โฆ maybe if you played along โฆ just maybe โฆ
You started talking without a single thought in your brain. โHow many women have you killed?โ
โTwelve.โ
โOnly eleven bodies have been found, but youโve killed twelve?โ
โYes.โ
โWhoโs the twelfth?โย
Silence.ย
You fidgeted in your chair, worried you were already losing him. โHave you ever killed any men?โ
โYes.โ
The oxygen seeped from your lungs, your throat seizing for a moment. โFor pleasure, or โฆ?โ
โNecessity.โ
You glanced down at the chat.
User8: wow this is so shit lmao
User9: do they give razzies to podcasters?
User10: peace. here for true crime not americas got no talent
โDo you plan on killing more?โ you asked, eyes lifting.
He blinked. โOnly one.โ
Tears flowed freely down your face, streaking your makeup, raining onto your t-shirt. You couldnโt ask what you really wanted to know, and even if you could, what could you possibly do with the information other than vomit?
โWhy did you kill them?โ you asked instead.
His brows rose, seemingly surprised, and his eyes dropped to the tabletop for the first time since heโd sat down, though they quickly returned to you. โI enjoy it.โ
โYouโre fucking crazy,โ you gasped.
He shook his head, pensive. โNo.โ
โWhy young women? They had their whole lives ahead of them! Their parentsโโ
A gloved finger rose above the laptop screen, and your jaw closed so hard your teeth clacked.
Following a moment of silence, he explained, โBecause I canโt stand how much I love beautiful things.โ He leaned slowly forward, his height bringing him to your laptop, and you pushed back into your chair as far as you could without actually moving it. โI love too hard,โ he said, finishing with a prayer of your name. โDo you know how close you were today?โ
You shook your head, arms wrapping around your middle as a pathetic comfort and an ineffective shield. โPlease,โ you whimpered.
โIโve never held back like I did with you. Youโre special.โย
Hope flickered in your chest, and you were torn as to whether that was a good or a bad thing. โThen please let me go,โ you begged.
Those hardened, empty eyes of his flickered. Just a flash, but you caught it. A brief sanding of the sharp edges. Your hands gripped the seat of your chair as Sethโthe Sunday Sinner, you reminded yourself. He wasnโt your boyfriend anymore, despite those bewitching eyes youโd thought this morning youโd been falling in love withโgrabbed his own chair, pulling it around the table so he was now seated to the right of you. Still out of view of the camera.
โI already let you go once,โ he replied, and even his tone was tempered. โThis morning.โ You swallowed, nearly chokingโor were you gagging?โon your own spit, throat bobbing as you began running through the details of the illicit acts he spoke vaguely of. โI canโt let you go again, my sweet girl. Youโre too beautiful. Too perfect.โ He reached out with a gloved hand, your entire body flinching, though he continued on as if heโd expected the response until the leather grazed your cheek. โI love you too much.โ
You were openly weeping now, your muscles petrified pieces of useless tissue. โYou donโt kill people you love,โ you whimpered.
His thumb and first finger slid gracefully under your chin, applying forgiving pressure. The stream still had you as the focus, an arm covered in the thick black sleeve of a hoodie and the equally dark glove a striking contrast to your skin that had long since been drained of any color. You tried to breathe, but your lungs were just as unyielding as your muscles, and the way he cradled your chin, you knew exactly what he wanted.ย
Should you give in? Could that somehow make whatever he had in store for you a little less painful and/or drawn out? His previous victims had shown no evidence of sexual assault, or assault of any kind for that matter. Other than the strangulation, obviously. It was almost as if theyโd โฆ let him do it?ย
Stop, you berated yourself. Focus!
If you didnโt go along with him, if you tried to run, would it be worse than it would have been had you not tried to escape? You wouldnโt make it farโnot with his long legs and incredible reach. So your only choice was to play along.
โI do,โ he suddenly replied to your earlier statement, head tilting, fingers tightening on your chin just enough for you to notice. โI know what I am.โ Grip constricting further. โAnd now you know what I am.โ You shook your head as much as he would allow. โSo do you still want me?โ The question gave you pause, that frozen worm of terror slithering and wrapping around your heart, and your eyes widened, head no longer shaking. โWill you marry me? Have my children? Can you just forget about the women I enjoyed killing?โ You gulped, the reflex nearly impossible due to the thumb pressing into your esophagus. โOf course you canโt.โ He pulled you closer. โNeither could they.โ
โI can,โ you lied, pathetic and unconvincing.
Sethโsโthe Sinnerโsโbrows arched, pitying, his mahogany eyes searching your face. โYou canโt. We both know that. And if I canโt have you, my little firefly โฆ nobody can.โ God, not the nickname. Did he call them his fireflies, too? โSay goodnight to the podcast.โ
โPlease,โ you cried.
โSay it.โ
Your eyes slid sideways to the laptop, the chat still mostly on the side of disbelief, though there were a few who showed mild concern. Clearly not enough concern, as you heard no sirens in the distance. โGoodnight, my lovelies,โ you mewled. โI hope you enjoyed the final episode of Seriality.โ As Seth tugged on your jaw, you resisted long enough to spit into the microphone, โAnd fuck you all for not believing me.โ
Your murderer pulled you to your feet, your knees hardly able to support your weight. He walked you backward down the hall to your bedroom, his eyes never leaving yours, already familiar with the layout of your tiny home. Your roommate was visiting familyโyou remembered mentioning it to Seth. Jesus, maybe you did deserve to dieโyou were the dumbass actress in the horror movie that ignored all the red flags and ran upstairs instead of going out the front door to escape a killer. Once inside your room, he kicked the door shut and shoved you away, your feet stumbling over each other, but you caught yourself before falling.
The two of you watched one another for a few moments, the crackling between you but utterly silent. Until Seth began to burst out into laughter. You recognized that laughโthe full belly, nasally, tooth-gap laugh you only heard when he occasionally watched your favorite comedy movieโas he doubled over, clutching his stomach and leaning on the dresser. You werenโt sure how long you stopped breathing, but your brain was literally throbbing before you gasped desperately for oxygen.
โWhat โฆ Whatโs so funny?โ you sniveled.ย
โGotcha!โ Seth cackled.
Disbelief. Shock. Confusion. Suspicion. Unadulterated rage. You gaped, eyes glazed, your boyfriend still howling. The both of you were crying by now, though for completely different reasons.
โSeth, are you serious?โ your voice trembled still with fear, but now infiltrated with fury. He only continued laughing, wiping at the tears above the mask. โAre you fucking serious right now?โ
โWhat?โ he giggled. โWe prank each other all the time.โ
โNot while Iโm streaming, you fucking idiot!โ You stomped across the room and swung without thinking, slapping him on one of his rocklike pecs. He didnโt even flinch. โIโm gonna lose so many subscribers. What the hell were you thinking?โ
โCome on, itโs not a big deal,โ Seth said.
โYes, it is! Did you see the chat? Someone said it was disrespectful!โ
โFuck โem if they canโt take a joke,โ your boyfriend snapped. โItโs just one episode.โ
โSeth,โ you sighed, โwill you please take the mask off so I can cuss you out properly?โ
Seth rolled his eyes as he reached behind his head to release the strap. The edges of the mask and the tightness of the strap had left a red line of indentation across the middle of his handsome face. Your knees weakened upon the revealing of his true beauty, and usually you liked the way your body responded to him, but now certainly wasnโt the time.
โThis episode,โ you spat, โis gonna go viral for all the wrong reasons. Everybody is gonna hate me.โ
Sethโs eyes connected with yours and the voids from before had been replaced by a familiar warmth and a dash of sympathy. โNobodyโs gonna hate you,โ he said.
โSethโโ
โListen.โ His still-gloved hands gripped your upper arms maybe just a little tighter than he normally would haveโor you were imagining it? What the hell was real anymore? Heโd had you so convinced, but thereโd been a tiny voice in the back of your mind that reasoned it really was your boyfriend playing a prank. โIโm sorry,โ he rumbled, head tilting in the same chilling way it had at the kitchen table. โOkay? I didnโt โฆ think about that. I thought people would think it was funny.โ He laid his beautiful puppy dog eyes on you, extra puppy, and the frozen worm of fear in your chest began to thaw. โI really am sorry.โ The gloves slid down your arms to grip your hands. โIโll even go on live and tell everybody it was all my idea and you didnโt know anything about it.โ
Hardly anyone would believe it, you knew that, but the fact that he was groveling and willing to do it cooled your fury like throwing baking soda onto a grease fire. He had that effect on you, and sometimes you liked it, but mostly it made you uncomfortable because you knew that he knew you would cave. When you should have had him wrapped around your finger, it was the exact opposite.
โYou really scared me,โ you pouted as your way of accepting his apology while at the same time dismissing it.
โIโm sorry,โ he murmured, the toes of his big black boots pecking your sock-covered feet. โLet me make it up to you.โ His eyes descended deliberately down your body, taking a moment to enjoy your curves in the tank top and leggings you woreโthis wasnโt exactly a job you had to dress your best for. His hands slithered under arms to grip your ribs, sliding nearly unnoticed to gently cup your braless breasts. You loved when he touched you, even if his hands were still tucked inside the leather gloves. And maybe you even liked the way the cool, thick material felt against your soft, warming skin. โIโll take care of you. Iโll worship my sweet girl.โ One hand rose to cup the side of your face, and you found yourself nuzzling him without even thinking about it. โAnd once Iโm finished โฆโ He eliminated the remaining space between you, his hard body pressing against you, the rigid outline in his pants unmistakable. โIโll tuck you inโโ Your neck bloomed with heat that climbed quickly up to your cheeks, eyes downcast. โโand then Iโll go in there and make a video explaining everything.โ
Youโd shown him how to bring the podcast to lifeโhow to record, how to adjust the microphone levels, the basics of how to edit a prerecorded episodeโso you knew he could handle it on his own. But damn it, he still owed you big time.
โWell, you have a lot of making up to do,โ you drawled, eyes hooded, because even when you were pissed off at Seth Rollins, your hormones either didnโt care or didnโt notice.ย
Sethโs smirk was like nothing youโd ever seen beforeโit literally sucked the oxygen from the room, leaving you gasping like a fish on land. For a moment, you swore you were looking at the devil himself, in the flesh, staring back at you with your boyfriendโs bewitching chocolate-colored eyes. You half-expected horns to sprout from his still-soaking hairโWould it still be this wet from the rain? Did he have some sort of conditioner in it? Why would he do that?โbut then the smirk relaxed back into the familiar Seth smirk, again, like you hadnโt even seen it in the first place. He took your hands into his protected ones, the mask hanging from the pinky of one, unnoticed, as he turned you both until his back was to the bed, and he started pulling you toward him.
โCome sit on my face for a while,โ Seth growled. โThat always makes you feel better.โ
Well, he wasnโt wrong.
He slowly removed your leggings, fingers lithe even while balancing the strap of the mask on his pinky, licking his lips as he found you bare underneath, no panties and recently waxed, just the way he liked you. He muttered something about a good girl and sweet little angel as he then raised your tank top above your breasts. He impishly flicked your already-peaked nipples, and you responded automatically with a smack to his shoulder, gaining only a satisfied grin. Your fingers fisted into the shoulders of his hoodie, Seth sucking as much of your tit into his mouth as he possibly could, your head dipping back. He cupped your other breast, massaging this time, groping, memorizing, the leather catching on your skin every so often.
โArenโt you gonna take the gloves off?โ you whispered. โMaybe put the mask down?โ
โYou donโt like the way they feel?โ Seth purred, ignoring your second question,ย pulling you with him as he scooted further back on the bed. You straddled his hipsโyou half-naked, he fully clothed, and you would need to study further why this turned you on so fucking much. You did like the way the leather felt against your hot skin, you loved the scrape of his jeans against your inner thighs, and youโd be a dirty, rotten, filthy liar if you said the mask didnโt turn the fucking faucet on deep within your already weeping cunt. โDonโt lie,โ Seth advised, pointing a finger, seemingly reading your mind. โYou know I can tell when youโre lying.โ
A smirk twitched at your lips as Sethโs hands, made even bigger with the gloves on, moved you effortlessly up his body. โMaybe I like it a little,โ you sighed, those capable hands settling you just where he wanted you over his face before bringing your swollen pussy down to his mouth. โFuck, Seth,โ you whimpered, hands reaching out for the headboard, gripping until your knuckles turned white.
His tongue worked in slow circles at first, always a bigger fan of the slow burn than you were. The gloves dug into your hips, his sable eyes zeroed in on you, watching each and every crease of your brows and soft breath puffed from between your parted lips. Without thinking, you grabbed his hands and lifted them to your breasts, both sets squeezing, and you cried out, hips rolling now, using Sethโs face and beard as friction. You felt the hot breath of a laugh through his nostrils on the mound of your pussy and it sent a chill straight up your spine, your cunt reflexively pulsing. He wrapped his lips around your clit then and sucked, his teeth grazing the sensitive flesh, the pads of his leather-clad fingers foxtrotting along your satiny skin, and you thought for a moment you might cry again. He was pressing all of your buttons, using all of his tricks, putting every bit of himself into getting you off.ย
โBaby, Iโm gonna come,โ you mewled, hand falling to the top of his head, finding his hair wasnโt just wet, it was slick, doused in conditioner. You were about to wonder why when you felt itโa gloved hand climbing your chest, the thumb playing at the hollow of your throat, no pressure applied. โChrist, Seth, Iโmโโ
The orgasm rippled through you like rogue waves out in the middle of the oceanโone trembling burst after another, your fingers digging into Sethโs soggy hair. He drank every bit of you, save for the trail of your cum sliding down the side of his face and curling in the wiry hairs of his beard. You couldnโt wait to see what his chin looked like, but before you could even imagine, he had you on your back, your thighs spread wide, and he was climbing between them like he belonged there. He does, you thought, this is exactly where he belongs.
You drank in the sight of his beard, glistening with the remnants of you, as he reached into the nightstand and pulled out a condom. Youโd always appreciated his respect for safety, biting your bottom lip while watching him roll the latex onto his long, slightly curved cock.
โWhat do you think?โ he rasped, holding the mask up with one hand, holding it over his face and then pulling it away. The very mask that had terrified you and almost made you piss your pants, but somehow now had shifted into something else entirely. โOn or off?โ he taunted, that wicked leer from before making an unexpected return.
You knew you should say no. You knew how fucked up it was. You knew it was disrespectful. But fuck โฆ
โPut it on,โ you pressed, your legs tightening around his trim hips, pulling him closer. โPut it on and fuck me. Please.โ
โThatโs my girl,โ Seth praised, smoothly reapplying the mask, tightening it at the back of his head, leaving only his eyes, forehead, and hair visible. โI knew this was what you wanted this morning.โ
He slid inside your slick hole like he had dozens of times before, but this felt different. He somehow was bigger, getting deeper, and in the bulky, dark clothes, appeared even larger than he was under them. More imposing. More frightening. His eyes rolled back as his hands settled on your waist, but only for a moment. His pumps became harder, quicker, and the gloves continued to climb. The pleasure was immeasurable, your own eyes falling closed for a brief moment.
Just a second.
Less than a second.
That was all it took.
When your eyes opened again, the man on top of you was not the same man as before you closed them. He was not the same man youโd met at the coffee shop. You knew then you werenโt going to class tomorrow, you werenโt seeing your family on the next holiday. You were never leaving this house again. Just another victim. Just another statistic. Forgotten by the next news cycle. How many times had you seen it happen? You tried to tell yourself it wasnโt your fault as the Sinnerโs hands deliberately wrapped around your throat, his hips still slamming into yours, your pussy still responding like not a damn thing was wrong.
โItโs all making sense now,โ Seth spoke from behind the mask, his eyes burning into yours, and you couldnโt have looked away if you tried. He leaned down, his weight threatening to completely block off your windpipe. โGod, you feel so good,โ he moaned. โI love you so fucking much.โ
โSeth,โ you croaked, gripping his forearms.
โItโs okay, my sweet girl,โ he cooed, the edges of your vision dimming, your hearing failing. โIโll take care of you, I promise. Youโre gonna be so beautiful when they find you.โ
it's some of the darkest stuff i've written, so i'm giving a pre-warning lol
The Night Does Not Belong To God - serial killer!mask!Seth x f!reader
warnings: themes of death/murder, mentions of strangulation, character death though it isn't a main scene, and, of course, smut
these might seem minor to some of you or major to others, but i just wanted to make a post about it. i'll still list the warnings in red like i always do at the top of the story.
and please, if this sort of thing is not your cup of tea, just don't read it. don't come at me for being a psycho lol
have to thank @ashuhleawrites for the original idea. you are a genius and an angel. also wanna thank @stacys-momxx for bouncing ideas and proofreading.
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Summary: Noah and Allie, Harry and Sally and now, Becca and Dax. Saving Sunset has become one of the most popular romance novels in the last five years and there's already a film adaptation in the works. Eden Nicholas and Roman Reigns got the roles due to their undeniable chemistry in their screen test, shocker, they can't stand each other. Now theyโre headed to Hawaii for six weeks to film โSaving Sunsetโ and anticipation and expectations are high on this one. Can they get past being total and complete opposites and turn in award worthy performances?
warnings: 18+ MDNI, famous actor Roman, daddy Roman, AU Hollywood, drinking, drugs, partying, mature content ahead, sexual tension, coworkers, sex scenes at work, annoyance, bad first impressions, rumors, slight!age gap, coworkers to lovers, forced proximity, girl idk anymore, i'll add more.
In the hour that was given, Roman had taken advantage of every second of it.
He'd hopped into the shower, changed into a pair of shorts and a tank top and left his hair down and now, he's on his phone babbling to his phone as his daughter is on the screen, showing her artwork from preschool.
"Whoa, look out, that's a perfect tiger!" he states as the little girl, deadpanned, stared back at her father and states that it's very clearly a monkey.
"Sorry, Laila," he smiles apologetically, "Daddy's gonna go eat some dinner, I love you and I'll call you tomorrow, okay? Be good for Mama!" he says gently and only when the little girl ends the call does he put the phone down.
He grabs his things and makes sure he has a room key before heading out and down the path that connected the bungalows that seemed to be in the back of the resort where less people came. It was beautiful and peaceful and Roman could see himself trying to soak as much of this in before having to go back home.
Roman raps his knuckles against Eden's door and waits for a moment.
She opens the door and is grateful that he read her mind and went casual - because she's in a pair of sweats and a tank top. Her hair is up in a very messy bun and she has gold crescents under her eyes.
"Am I interrupting something?" he quips and she makes a face before pulling him inside.
"I don't feel like going out for dinner so, I figured we could get to know each other a little more over some nice room service!" she tries to make it sound more extravagant than it is and he appreciates the effort.
She tosses him a booklet and he opens it, realizing its the menu.
He makes his way into the suite and realizes it's a basic copy-cat of his own: a king sized bed in the main portion with a small kitchenette off to the side and a small living area. The only thing that Eden had that Roman didn't was a pair of double doors that opened up to the beach and he was suddenly envious.
He'd take full advantage of beach access and would surf every morning before filming โ not that he couldn't now, but to have it right there.
He exhales and sees Eden's copy of the script on the coffee table and he plops down on the couch beside it. He glances at it and sees her lines perfectly highlighted and notes in the margins.
"Is that alright?" Eden asks and he realizes he must've given no inclination that the plan was up to his standards.
"Yeah, that sounds great to me," he nods. "Do you know what you want, can I order for you?" he asks, "Are we drinking still or are we giving it a break for the night?"
Eden feels bombarded with questions and he laughs gently in spite of himself, "I just want a cheeseburger with bacon please, no tomato," she tells him, "And fries! Sweet potato if they have them and a sweet tea," she nods and Roman makes a mental note.
"Got it," he nods, picking up the phone that's in front of him on the table and dialing.
Eden quietly plops down on the couch beside him and reaches out, grabbing the script and continuing to highlight as he orders her meal exactly as she had ordered. He didn't hesitate when they'd asked what temperature sheโd want it cooked to and simply responded 'medium rare' before moving on to order his own meal.
It was much more extravagant and Eden was secretly grateful that it was on the studio's dime when he ordered two entrees, three sides and a chocolate oreo milkshake, to which she chimed in 'that sounds good, I want one too!'
"Two milkshakes," he corrects himself and nods, "Thank you so much," he nods and hangs up, glancing over at Eden as she peels her eye masks off and places them neatly in a pile on th edge of the couch.
"So," she says, highlighting a monologue she has in the second act and glancing up at him, "How are we feeling about the story so far?" she asks quietly and he leans back in his seat.
Truth be told, he hadn't read much more than what he'd gotten done on the plane but he had learned a few details that he figured he would be putting into work while trying to get into the character that was Dax Zoa.
Dax and Becca meet on her first day in town and on every day of Becca's vacation since that day, Dax has a fresh floral arrangement sent to her hotel room for her to wake up to. He's already got a florist on speed dial to get something to Eden every morning before she'd hit set.
Was it overkill? Possibly.
But did Roman want an Oscar? You bet your ass he did.
So he's trying a new approach to filming this time around and he's curious as to how it would work against someone as stubborn and hardheaded as Eden Nicholas. He's going to actually try - I know, groundbreaking.
She caps her highlighter and gives him an expectant look, raising an eyebrow and he realizes he's been silent.
"I think we're going to have a lot of fun," Roman states and Eden gives him a look. "What?"
"I'm not a journalist at the press junket, tell me honestly," she replies and he purses his lips together.
"The sex scenes are hot," he says honestly and she bursts out in a laugh and covers her face.
"No, it's okay, I'm sorry, it's just funny," the actress giggles, "That's such a man answer."
"The movie is basically one big sex scene," he reasons and she continues to laugh, shaking her head.
"It's about letting go and giving into what feels right after you've just been completely let down by life!" Eden sighs romantically and Roman stares at her blankly.
"Yeah," he nods. "Sure it is," he smirks, now just attempting to get under her skin. She was cute when she was irritated โ her nose would scrunch up in the slightest way as she thought of a retort.
"I'm serious!" she states, sitting up now and closing the script.
Roman smiles to himself, knowing that it's working.
"We can run lines until we're blue in the face, it ain't gonna mean shit if we don't have chemistry when it comes down to the nitty gritty," Roman smirks
Eden stares at him, her mouth slightly agape. "I've never not had chemistry with someone," she says a little more confident than she had intended and Roman snorts gently.
"Okay," he says, leaning back against the couch and letting his arm drape across the back of it, "Then let's see what we're working with," he states.
Eden raises an eyebrow and purses her lips together. "You think it's that easy?" she asks quietly before he laughs.
"Its gonna have to be come tomorrow afternoon, ain't it?" he asks and Eden pauses. He has a valid point but she doesn't want to admit it.
She purses her lips together before hearing a knock on the door and she quietly stands, walking to the front door and opens it as a hotel employee pushes a large cart into the room filled with covered dishes and two milkshakes.
"Thank you," she smiles sweetly before shutting the door and glancing back at her co-start who's already swarming the food like he hasn't eaten all day. He hasn't.
He's lifting lids off of things and starts to stack the metal lids on top of each other as he hands Eden different plates. For some reason, her burger and fries came separate but she's too hungry to complain as you grab a fry and pop it into her mouth.
He grabs his meal of a six ounce steak, a chicken breast and mashed potatoes with a bowl of steamed veggies before he finds a fork and knife and sits back in his previous spot on the couch.
Eden quietly turns on the television to fill the silence and to try to combat the awkwardness that came with his previous proposition.
It had some merit, she thought, his idea.
Especially when on day one, they'd be thrust into pretending that they were already enamored with one another. Dax and Becca had zero reservations about their week in paradise together and Eden was starting to wonder if she should have the same approach with Roman over the next six weeks.
He watches her intently as she munches on her french fries and watches some episode of some random television show he never got into. He's trying not to think about what he'd do if she just let him in this moment. He couldn't tell if he was feeling this way for Eden herself or if it was the novel starting to seep into his subconcious. Was he starting to fall for Becca McCoy and the closest thing nearby was Eden?
He swallows the thought with a bite of steak and takes a slow sip from his thick milkshake, clearing his throat after a few moments.
"Burger good?" he asks, desperate to hear her voice again.
She wipes her mouth and nods, covering her mouth as she speaks, "Great," she agrees and they fall back into silence as Roman tries to think of a way to get the conversation back to chemistry and how he could say her giving him a kiss would be research for the role.
"Good," he nods and mentally kicks himself at how stupid he sounds as he stares blankly at the screen in front of him. "You got your start in TV didn't you?" he asks offhand and thinks finally, an opening.
Eden gazes over at him with a small look of surprise painted across her face as she nods once, "Yeah, I did a few pilots that never got picked up," she tells him quietly. "Never worked out really."
Roman listens, "Well, I think it worked out pretty well for you in the long run," he nods, motioning to the Hawaiian hotel room that was your home for the next month and a half. Eden smiled bashfully and buries her face into her hand before glancing back at the screen.
He feels his heart tug ever so slightly at that smile and he takes a large bite of mashed potatoes to distract himself from staring at her for too long.
She can feel his eyes on him though and after a moment, wills herself to glance away from the screen.
They watch some movie in the background as they chat away about what kind of things they think would be fun tomorrow while on their 'date'. He talks about Laila a little bit more and tells Eden that she's been really into Blippi all of a sudden. And that if he ever saw that punk in the glasses and suspenders โ it was on sight for getting all those catchy songs stuck in his head.
"I loved Barney when I was little," Eden smirks. "Had an entire bathroom that was floor to ceiling Barney," she says matter of fact as she takes a long slurp from the bottom of her milkshake.
"Arthur was where it was at," Roman states as if his response is the end all be all answer for the best childhood character. He rests his hands on his knees, "But I think we can all agree, we ain't watching Cailou," he states with a serious look and Eden bursts out in a fit of giggles.
They're two episodes deep in a mini-Office marathon when Roman notices that it's nearly midnight and they both had to be in makeup before the sun was fully up in the morning.
"I ought to head out," he says, standing and pocketing his phone once again. He stretches his arms above his head and Eden steals a glance at the abs that pop out from underneath the fabric of his shirt.
Roman tries to pretend like he doesn't notice but the smirk on his face is a dead giveaway.
Eden leads him to the door and hesitates for a split second.
"One kiss," she states simply after a beat and Roman
"Just to break the ice," Roman nods as if he's done this a million times before. But he's rocking between the balls of his feet and his toes slightly. "Make sure what we had at the screen test is still there, right?"
Eden notices the nerves on him and she can't help but smile as she quietly steps up to him.
He really is a dead ringer for Dax, now that she's up close to him. His jawline is strong but covered under that scruff, he's got a way of twitching it that if you look close, you could tell when he got annoyed. And the hair.
As she moves forward, Roman reaches a strong arm out and pulls it around her waist. With one quick tug, Eden is pulled against his chest and her palm is resting just above his tattoo on his chest. He gazes down at her and lets his fingertip rest under her chin, tipping it up so that their lips are inches away.
Eden's breath hitches ever so slightly as his hand presses at the small of her back and she can feel his fingertips starting to trace little circles. He stares down at her for a moment before leaning down and letting their lips graze against each other.
At first, nobody leans in.
It's gentle and soft, like they're trying to feel each other out. Like they were waiting for the other one to take charge โ so when Eden snakes an arm around his neck and hooks it lazily behind it, he doesn't fight it.
The height difference between the pair makes him bend down ever so slightly which depeens the kiss naturally and he's letting his tongue dance across her bottom lip before he knows it.
Eden's lips part slightly to allow her tongue to dance against his, his hands going to either side of her hips and hoisting her up so that he's holding her. Naturally, her legs wrap around his waist and his arms slide up and around her torso.
He holds her in his arms as he turns his head slowly and pivots the kiss โ Eden doesn't miss a beat and goes the opposite way and they're fused for a few moments, just trying to make sure that they're on the same page.
Professionally.
The man breaks the kiss a moment after Eden's manicured fingernails started to run through his hair and he sighs to himself.
This was a stupid idea, he tells himself as he eyed Eden up and down before slowly lowering her back down to her feet.
It was bound to happen, Roman wanted to push his luck with his new co-star โ maybe ask if she wanted to keep this party going a little longer. Ask to see her bedroomโฆ
But instead, in the method of the new, improved and professional Roman Reigns, he cleared his throat and nods once at Eden.
"I think that was pretty good."
Eden blinks.
That was the hottest first kiss she'd ever had with a co-star and it wasn't even on camera. If they could replicate that for even a fraction of the takes they'd shoot for this movie, they'd both be in the running when awards season came around.
"Yeah," she agrees after a beat, "A solid first effort, we'll just, build from thatโฆ" she motions between the pair awkwardly and Roman snorts a small laugh.
"We will," he says and yawns. "Go get some rest, we've got a crazy busy day tomorrow," he states seriously and Eden knows that yet again he's got a point.
"Yeah, I'll catch you tomorrowโฆ" Eden nods, holding onto the door and following it until it shuts all the way on him and she leans back against the door.
Roman quickly makes his way back into his bungalow and walks directly into the bathroom, turning the water on ice cold and undressing with ease.
He steps under the water and finally feels in control again and spits out water as he sighs aloud.
He picked the wrong movie to become a professional.
a/n: i love you all so very much, thank you for reading and i hope that you enjoyed this part.
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