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@madhatterbri you know who it would be for me 😂

I wonder which wrestler would come home to these?

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Fantasy | A.S.

Summary: Alex Shelley. Possibly getting “revenge” on his girlfriend for something she did earlier to him. Or wanting to do something for her, trying out a fantasy she’s always had. Something she wanted to try out.

Little bondage with her tied up, unable to stop him physically. Only if she uses the safe word. But she’s intrigued by the act of overstimulating. And he loves watching her fall apart for him so making her cum over and over and over again is a thrill for him. Until she’s begging him to stop. But that only eggs him on more.

Some of that nice degrading you mentioned would fit nicely here. Especially as she’s telling him she can’t anymore.

Requested by: Anon

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Ashley tried to think of anything else besides the current, very much fantasized predicament she was in. Her hands were tied by some scarves to the headboard. A sleep mask placed over her eyes to keep her from seeing the menace she called a boyfriend wandering around in their bedroom. With her temporary loss of sight, she could feel her other senses heighten.

Touch was the first one she noticed to heighten. A couple of times, Alex brushed his fingertips over her nude body. She sucked in a breath whenever he touched her breasts or inner thighs. The way her pussy clenched around nothing as he traced innocent shapes into her inner thighs. A couple of times, he almost touched between her legs yet stopped just before.

The smell of a pine candle danced under her nose. A favorite smell of hers, the smell relaxed some of her muscles as she waited rather impatiently for him. Every time it sounded like he moved closer to her, a jolt of electricity ran down her spine. Alex was getting everything ready for a little fantasy she told him about during dinner months ago.

They were facetiming each other while they ate dinner. Even when they were hundreds of miles apart, they still tried to maintain some sort of normalcy. He was in his hotel room alone, and as expected, their conversation went to a more adult topic.

"Really, you want me to take complete control?" He asked with a smile. The crooked smile that ate her up on the first date. "Hands bound while you just scream my name over and over again? Maybe with a camera so I have something to remember you by for the road? I am a bit of a videographer. I make Instagram videos, and that stint I did at TNA..."

Her cheeks burned at his blunt question and rambling. The man was never one to be shy about this kind of stuff. In a weak attempt at a recovery, she challenged him. "And who exactly is saying that I will be screaming your name?"

"Hasn't stopped you before," he reminded her. Alex scowled when he picked up the phone. He received a text from Chris. Johnny wanted to have a discussion about their match tomorrow. They bid a good night, and I love yous before disconnecting the call.

Just as quick as the call ended, the conversation from that night was never discussed again. They had sex plenty of times after that phone call. Ashley figured it was just something to get under her skin. Until that night when he came home from the airport. When he took absolute control and she allowed him. Now she was tied up and at his every whim.

"Are you just going to stare at me all night?" She asked impatiently. A light arrogant chuckle escaped him. The bed dipped around her as he crawled towards her. His clothed bulge pressed against her. He thrusted against her. The rough fabric gave her little relief. She whimpered in response.

The question was left unanswered. Alex had all night. He bit back a curse as he felt his underwear get wet from her.

"So wet for me, already? I've barely touched you,"

A lie. A bold face lie that she was sure was now captured on the video camera he set up. He pulled back and rubbed his thumb between her folds. Ashley squirmed to slide away. His knees pressed against her inner thighs to keep them spread. The other hand placed on her lower stomach in an attempt to keep her still.

Her feet slid on the bed to find some sort of footing to slide away. Alex had only done this several times already. His fingers or tongue would delve inside of her to explore places that could unravel her. He was always so good at finding the places that made her unravel the most.

Ashley was shocked when he played with her longer that time. A glimmer of hope flashed before her clothed eyes. He was going to let her cum. She gripped the scarves that tied her wrists. Her hips thrusted upwards, almost with a mind of their own. A sense of pride had been thrown out the window long ago.

Chest heaving and breathy moans of his name. She was close. Oh, so close. Her head tossed to the side.

"Al.... Al.... No!" She cried out. His hand was drawn away from her again. Knees still placed against her inner thighs to keep them spread. Alex wouldn't allow her any relief.

The bed dipped at her side from the placement of his hands. A trail of kisses from her breasts to her neck burned her already hot skin. His teeth nipped at her sensitive skin just under her ear. "You called?"

"No more," she begged. "Please, no more,"

"No more, what exactly? This is your fantasy, and I want you to be very clear with me," he whispered. His teeth bit her ear lobe softly.

"No more teasing me, please. I want... need. I need you," she answered. His crooked smile was felt against her skin.

"And what do you need?"

"To finish, please,"

Her begging was music to his ears. He kissed her lips softly. With his lips placed against hers, he made a promise. "You will, baby, and I won't stop until I get every last one from you."

Ashley sighed in relief. Her body visibly relaxed under him. He smiled and kissed her once more to seal the deal. Another trail of kisses left in the wake of his promise. It wasn't long before he kissed the valley between her breasts before moving down to between her legs. His hot breath a sharp contrast to the wetness between her legs.

The tip of his tongue left a trail of saliva from her inner thighs to her pussy lips. He hummed at her taste. Alex pushed forward as he ate her out. Each lick and suck felt like heaven. She praised his name. Her arms pulled at her binds. Not being able to grab his dark locks was worse than she thought.

Nothing could quite compare to not being able to see him, though. The loose strands of his hair stuck to his face from her arousal and sweat. His brown eyes would stare at her as he ate her out. Cruelly, she was left to her memories of him doing that to her.

Alex enjoyed this. He enjoyed seeing his girlfriend unravel. A finger of his slipped inside of her tight heat. His finger and tongue worked in rhythm.

Ashley was close again. He could see the apprehension in letting him see her unravel. Her legs tensed around him. She bit her lip to concentrate on anything and everything else except her boyfriend.

"That wasn't nice of me earlier to tease you, was it? Go ahead, I'm here to catch you," he urged.

To prove this, he added a second finger. They curled together until he found her sweet spot. With her back arched off the bed, Ashley came hard. His tongue lapped up everything she had to offer him.

Alex pulled away from her. Left to her imagination, she knew his lips and chin glistened from her arousal. Tongue sticking out slightly to clean her off his lips. His hair was probably a mess. Some strands stuck to his face. His brown eyes wide with lust. God, she missed seeing him.

"Ready for round two?" He asked.

Before Ashley could answer, she felt the bed dip in different places as he removed his underwear. The last piece of clothing that kept him from being inside of her. The anticipation ate at her. She didn't realize that not being able to see him would be so agonizing.

The pity party of not being able to see and touch him flew out the window the moment his tip pressed between her folds. Ashley lifted her hips slightly off the bed. Anything to help him fill her eager hole. Alex pressed their foreheads together as he sunk inside of her.

Their names fell from each other's lips. A moan escaped her but was soon silenced when his lips crashed on hers. Hands gripped her hips tightly. The moment he bottomed out, he smiled against her lips.

"A little loud tonight," he pointed out. "You enjoying yourself?"

Ashley didn't respond. She didn't want to give him the satisfaction that she was.

"Guess not. I guess we can stop and-."

"No," she interrupted. Her tough exterior faltered when he pulled away from her. The tip of his penis was barely inside of her. Legs wrapped around his waist to keep him still. He watched in amusement as she shook her head.

"Say it," he told her.

"I'm enjoying myself," she told him quickly.

Alex kept still as her legs still kept him in place. He thrusted his hips forward slightly but stopped. Ashley moved her hips to slip more of him inside of her. Unsatisfied with her answer, he pulled back slightly. The grip on her hips tightened.

"Say it again, and this time, thank me for making your fantasy a reality."

The room was tense. She licked her lips and gulped. Her cheeks burned from the humiliation. The camera was going to catch all of this. Every whimper, moan, and beg that he pulled out of her. There was little doubt in her mind that he would watch this and remind her.

"Thank you, Alex, for making my fantasy a reality," she told him.

"And? Are you enjoying yourself?"

"I'm enjoying myself."

Something carnal woke inside the wrestler. Wasting little time, he grabbed her legs from around his waist. Her knees bent towards her chest. Ashley was obscenely displayed before him. Little time was wasted before he started to thrust again.

Their lips crashed in a heated kiss. The headboard banged against the wall with reckless abandon. His body held her legs in place. Feet wrapped at the ankles behind his neck.

A low growl escaped him as Ashley tightened around him. Her walls gripped his cock tightly as if trying to keep him in. She was so close to unraveling.

"Already? The night is just getting started. You were always so sensitive," he teased. Lost in her own thoughts, she didn't know what he meant by that. They usually stopped at two. Too far gone to even care, she nodded.

Once he hit her sweet spot, the coil in her stomach broke. She screamed his name. Her body shook as her second orgasm washed over her. His hips stuttered as he came inside of her. Cum pushed deep inside of her eager pussy.

The once noisy room now filled with their heavy breathing. He kissed her gently a few times. A typical thing he did after they finished having sex. Alex pulled out and rested her legs on the bed.

Ashley felt him shift on the bed. Still unaware of his true intentions, she figured he was going to clean her up a little before releasing her binds. Her frame immediately tensed when she felt something press to her clit. He slid the object up and down her clit. Before long, the unmistakable sound of a vibrator sounded. She immediately started to squirm and attempt to pull away.

"Alex, wait, I'm sensitive. No more," she whimpered. He didn't stop the vibrator. In fact, her begging made him press the vibrator harder to her clit. After a few seconds, he turned it off. Ashley was left a heaving mess.

"I told you before I wouldn't stop until I get every last drop from you."

The vibrating sound continued as did her pleas and cries for him to stop.

A week passed since that night, or Alex called the best night of her life. He was on the road again for wrestling. While out with friends, she noticed she received two text messages from him.

I watched the video. 😏

I think next time I should hold the camera for a better look.

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He hehe 😏❤️😍

Daddy | M.J.

Summary: He went from yes, sir, I'll have her home by ten to she calls me daddy now.

Photo taken from @spinetacks

Requestedish by: @katries Happy Wednesday night Dynamite, babes. <3

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Matt took a sip of his drink and watched in interest as his girlfriend giggled across the table from him. Her thumb scrolled up and down on her phone screen. The food and drink she ordered were long forgotten on the table. They were at one of his favorite spots in Japan. "What are you laughing at?" He asked. Her reaction to whatever she was looking at piqued his interest. She usually found something humorous on her phone, but this was different. He had to see it now. "This picture of you. I just can't believe how much you've changed since you were last in Japan," she answered and showed him a picture from earlier in the day. The picture that she took of him as he stood on the train. "You went from yes, sir, I will have her home by ten to she calls me Daddy now." Matt nearly spit out his drink in amusement at her silly joke. This wasn't the first time she called him Daddy in their relationship. Whenever the kids were around, she always told them to ask their daddy. They never used their real names when they were around them. It was always Mommy and Daddy. While thinking about those times he thought about one in particular. One that would surely bring a blush to her face. "Well, this wouldn't be the first time you called me down away from the children," he told her. The wrestler wondered if she would remember the other time. A perplexed expression on her face proved that she hadn't. "Matt, I have never called you daddy and calling you Daddy in front of the kids doesn't count," she spoke flatly. A little of her attitude poked through when she rolled her eyes. His eyes darkened slightly. One of the corners of his mouth pulled into a smirk. She eyed him suspiciously. "You know that is not what I am talking about, honey," he teased her. Matt inched his chair closer to her. The fine people enjoying their meals around them didn't need to hear their conversation. He pulled his face close to her ear. His lips scraping against the shell. "Think about it a little... harder." Matt could feel her rack her brain trying to remember any other instance when she called him daddy. It wasn't something she would normally say otherwise. She reached for her drink and suddenly stopped before she could put it to her lips. Her cheeks burned and she licked her lips nervously. "You just shut down like a computer. Care to share your thoughts?" He asked innocently. She shook her head. Her mind lost in a haze from that night. Her loving and normally happy boyfriend came home one night still fuming about work. He tried to keep it away from home but sometimes it didn't work. He plopped himself down in his favorite spot and just sat in peace. The kids were away for the night leaving them to just talk about it freely around the house. She knew it was a serious moment, but couldn't help to find him more attractive. His angry mood reminded her of his aggression when he is in the ring. A couple of times while watching him on television, she called him daddy. The word must have stuck itself inside of her brain. They had sex to calm him down and the word kind of slipped out. His new smug appearance made her want to fight back so to speak. "You know, baby, I still have those urges to call you Daddy when you are angry in the ring. It is so hard to control sometimes." This time he froze in his chair and she leaned in close in his ear. She kissed his neck a couple of times. A shiver ran down his spine. "Honey, not here." "Then we will wait until we go back to the hotel.... Daddy,"

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Not a burden

General Masterlist | AEW Masterlist | Jay White Masterlist

Characters: Jay White, Reader, little girl, Renee Paquette

Plot: Reader is a single mother and a wrestler. She has a two years old little girl, who she has to bring always with her since the father has died when she was 5 months old and her family doesn't live in the States.

At work, when Reader has matches, Renee takes care of the little girl. That day, Reader's backstage segment runs longer, so Renee has to bring the little girl with her and when Reader finally comes back, Jay is entertaining her daughter.

A/N: divider by @strangergraphics.

@madhatterbri @5secondsofmoxley here we are, hope you enjoy it ❤️ I have more parts in mind for this.

Y/N gets off the taxi with her little daughter in her arms, taking then their bags and thanking the driver. Being a wrestler and a single mother sometimes is hard, but she has to do everything alone, given that the father is dead and her parents live in France.

"Mommy has an important match today, you are going to be a good girl with Auntie Renee, aren't you, little Peach?" She gently kisses her daughters forehead, putting her down when they get to security, to which she shows their badges.

"Will be a good girl!" Leonie smiled, holding her mother's hand with her tiny one.

"My perfect little peach."

Y/N takes her in her arms, walking to her locker room. The room is silent, no one is there and she sets her daughter down on a bench, starting to change into her ring gear and a sweatshirt.

Later she is set to win the Owen Hart Tournament and she is so excited about it. Sitting down, she starts to stretch to get warm, raising her head when she hears a knock on the door.

"I am sure it's auntie Renee. Can you please go open the door?" She asks her daughter gently, who nods enthusiastic at her.

"Sure mommy!" When Leonie got to the door she got on her tiptoes, carefully opening it. "Auntie Renee!" She hugs Renee's legs, which makes the woman giggle.

"Look who is here! My favorite little girl!" Renee takes her into her arms, smiling at Y/N.

"Hi Re. Thanks for helping me take care of her." Y/N stands up and gets Leonie's backpack to Renee.

"Oh, you know I love taking care of her! This precious little girl is so sweet and good." Renee ruffles Leonie's hair, chuckling when she protests.

"In case I should be late, you go with Re and sit still where she tells you, right Leonie?" Y/N kisses her daughter's forehead.

"Yes mommy."

Renee brings Leonie away, letting Y/N alone to finish getting ready and stretch a bit more. They both watch the match when it comes on, little Leonie cheering her mommy like her life depends on that. It is cute how much she loves wrestling and how supportive of her mother she is.

The little girl claps happily when her mommy wins, nuzzling tiredly against Renee. The interviewer kisses her forehead, looking at the clock for a moment: she had no more time and the celebration was going on longer that it should have.

"Leonie... I have an interview to make. You come with me and sit aside, waiting for Y/N, okay?" Renee asks very gently.

"Animals book?" At least she could do something while waiting.

"Sure!"

Renee rummages through her little backpack, from which she takes out the book. She walks hand in hand with Leonie, making her then seat on some crates at the side, making sure she wouldn't get filmed by the cameraman.

"Y/N will be here shortly, Leonie. I'll be where you can see me."

Renee smiles and opens her the book, before going to her spot to start the interview. Leonie sits there, looking interested at the little book, in awe. She loves animals and that one is her favourite book, even if she can't understand what is written on it. She lightly kicks her little legs, one of which hits the book and it falls on the ground.

The crate is high, Leonie tries to get down, but sighs frustrated and starts sobbing, making grabby hands towards it.

"Come on, you k-"

Jay White is walking by, talking with someone, when he hears someone sobbing. It seems like coming from a kid, but why would one be around there? He turns around and eyes the little girl, following where her little hands are pointing.

"Go ahead, I'll catch up with you later." He doesn't give any explanation as he reaches the little girl and bends down, taking the open book in his hands. "You like kiwis, little girl?" He asks, bending down enough so he is at her height, looking for a moment at the animal on the book.

"Yes!" She puts a hand on the book, smiling. "Thank you."

"What are you doing here? Where are your parents?" He lets her take the book back, deciding to sit down next to her.

"Auntie Renee." She points at the woman. "Mommy is out, match." She pats excited on the book, kicking her little legs once again.

"My name is Jay, what's yours, little girl?" Jay asks further, intrigued.

"Leonie!" She looks up at him and her eyes glow when she notices his necklace. For some reasons, that knife attracted her. "You like kiwis?"

"Do I like kiwis...?" He mutters to himself, scratching his beard thoughtful. "You want to know a secret? But you can't tell anyone." He smiles at her.

"Love secrets!" Her eyes sparkle as she giggles, waiting eagerly to know about it.

"Kiwis come from my home country. I come from New Zealand."He ruffles her hair." Pinky secret, right?"

"Yes! Pinky secret!"

When Y/N finally gets backstage, she isn't expecting to find her daughter with Jay. He has always been her crush ever since he came to AEW, but has never had the guts to tell him. She smiles as the two of them seem to go along so well, while they look together at her animals book.

She goes to sit next to her, motioning to Jay to be quiet, while Leonie is babbling something about the cat on the book.

Leonie is so focused on her babbling that she notices Y/N only when she decides to put her head against Jay's chest, starting to feel tired.

"Mommy!" She hugs her, while Jay takes the book, so it won't get broken.

"Hi little Peach. Have you had fun?" Y/N kisses her between the hair, purring.

"Yes! Jay is a very gentle man! And I was a good girl!" Leonie chuckles happily.

"Thanks for entertaining her. The segment after my win went longer than expected." Y/N says to Jay, who nods at her.

"It has been a pleasure. She was here alone while Renee did the interview, so I kept her company." Jay stands up, stretching his arms.

"Mommy, can we go to New Zealand one time?" Leonie looks up at her mom, eyes sparkling.

"Uh... Sure. Why, little Peach?" Y/N is confused, even more since Jay starts laughing.

"I wanna see the Kiwis!"

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1. Not a burden (x Reader | ??? Words)

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😍😍😍😍

Hey so New Zealand’s shape is a pain lmao

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It would totally be cool and you should ignore such idiots like the one you are referring to! ❤️

If I wrote a Vampire!Alex Shelley fic, would that be cool? Like no one will block me cause they thought of it first or something, right?

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I kinda want a second part of this. 👀 'cause I love it and it intrigues me

Dull Blade | J.W.

Summary: The Death Riders don't take kindly to Jay giving Marina a blade runner.

Author's Note: @smallestsnarkestgirl and I are just dramatic bitches. ❤️ Thank her for the idea.

Happy Saturday Night Collision, babes. ❤️

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Jay thought about the words that Wheeler told him when he hit him below the belt. Jon Moxley, their false king, wasn't happy that he gave Marina a blade runner. The New Zealander laughed at that. Plenty of people in the business weren't happy with Jay. They could just get in the back of the line. Those words in particular didn't bother him.

Wheeler made a threat against his girlfriend. The very woman who loved him through thick and thin. A woman who was supposed to come back from a months long injury next week. She was going to be a surprise entrant for the casino gauntlet match. With the Gunns and Juice out, he had to stop her somehow.

At first, he mentioned the Gunns missed her. She hadn't visited them in a while because of injuries. Maybe that would make her skip coming to work. She scoffed at the thought of missing work for a visit. Jay came up with other excuses, but none would stick. Finally, on Wednesday night Dynamite, she had enough.

"I am going to wrestle in the gauntlet and win, Jay. You and everyone else can't stop me," she snapped at him. "I am not your manager or your cheerleader, I am a wrestler,"

"You don't understand. They are going to get back at me for giving Marina a Blade Runner by hurting you," he blurted out. The very secret that he was trying to keep from her. The couple stared at each other. His words hung in the thick and tense air.

"I can beat Marina. I can beat anyone they throw at me even if they have no idea who they are," she informed him.

Jay sighed and kissed her forehead. He held her close to him. "Fine, I have a match to get to. I will see you before your match,"

They parted ways. He looked at her one last time before his theme music played. The crowd cheered and walked out. The two of them never suspected the Death Riders were watching them.

Jay won his match. His music played loudly throughout the arena. The audience cheered for him. He rolled out of the ring and walked up the ramp. The Switchblade looked up when his music stopped. The Death Riders appeared on the jumbotron.

"We warned you," Moxley laughed. Claudio, Pac, and Wheeler stood behind him. They were scowling at the camera with their arms crossed. "We warned you about what would happen for your past crimes, but you didn't listen. You were so preoccupied about going for my championship belt."

The cameraman panned over to Marina. She had her girlfriend pressed into a truck by her neck. A punch to the stomach made the victim fall to her hands and knees.

"Don't worry. We won't put her back on the shelf. We can't say the same for you, though," Moxley spoke.

On the screen, Marina turned to Jon Moxley. He must have given her a signal cause the redhead nodded. She leaned down and picked up the injured woman once more. Jay watched in horror as the back of his girlfriend's head collided with the truck. She gripped the back of her head.

When she fell to the floor, Marina sat on top of her. His love made an attempt to block the blows, but Marina easily gained the advantage. The camera moved back to Jon.

"Didn't they ever teach you to never hurt girls, Jay? Stay out of our way or else."

The screen turned black. Jay ran up the ramp to find them. They were going to pay for this.

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🫠🫠🫠 So damn good

Something Nice | A.S.

Summary: Alex tells her he's been thinking of something really nice for both of them. 18+.

Author's Note: Getting this out of my head. Taken from this video.

Happy Friday Night Smackdown, babes. ❤️

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"I've been thinking of something really nice for the both of us,"

Some of his last words before he hung up replayed in her head. When she asked him about his tone, he blamed his cell service at the airport. Often, he flew out of random tiny airports since they were cheaper. Nothing could have prepared her for tonight.

She moaned his name when he felt his fingers curled inside of her. Her fingers gripped his dark hair. The tip of his tongue flicked her clit before peering up at her. His innocent eyes were anything but.

"You seemed lost. I didn't want you to miss a moment like you did at dinner," he told her. His lips caressed her inner thighs. Her cheeks burned at the thought of dinner.

🍽

Their friends were sitting around the table with them. They had all planned this night for weeks. A new fancy little restaurant had just opened, and they wanted to give it a try. Alex was dressed in a tux while she was dressed in a short dress.

The dinner started great. The couples couldn't get over the decor of the new place. Tables were covered in a fancy white tablecloth. A centerpiece with a candle and flowers placed in the middle of each table. The walls were covered in classical paintings.

"I'm just happy to be home," Alex admitted. He placed his hand on her leg just above her knee and squeezed. "With my favorite woman,"

She blushed at his words. When their friends were talking amongst themselves, Alex kissed her cheek. His lips stopped at the shell of her ear.

"Be a good girl,"

Before she could respond, his hand slid up to her inner thighs. When she didn't part her legs, she felt a squeeze. It wasn't enough to hurt, but it sent her a very clear message. Her legs slowly parted.

Out of the corner of her eye, she saw his famous smirk. His fingers brushed the fabric of her underwear between her legs. Up and down slowly without applying any pressure. Her breath shuddered as she dropped her mouth. She grabbed her glass of water and took a sip.

Alex applied a little pressure. His fingertips pressing into her folds and over her clit. He acted as if nothing was happening. Their friends asked him questions about transferring from TNA to WWE, and he just answered them without giving anything away.

"This has been so fun. We have to do this more often," one of their friends commented. Her husband agreed.

"Shall we have dessert? We can catch up a little more,"

"I think that's a great idea," Alex smiled. "Honey? What do you think?"

Before she could answer, he applied more pressure to her clit. She gasped and bit her lip. "Sounds good,"

"Great! Excuse me, waiter," their friends flagged down the waiter. They turned to speak to him.

"What are you doing?" She asked and grabbed his wrist. Her tone was strained. The pressure in her lower stomach was close to catastrophe. There was no way she could explain the mess on her dress and the table if he continued.

"Something really nice for the both of us," he answered and kissed her cheek.

🍽

"You are thinking about it, aren't you?" He asked with a crooked smile. "Thinking about how you almost came in front of our friends?"

Fortunately, he had stopped before she could. Her face was bright red. No matter how much she tried, the seat wasn't comfortable for her. The stimulation was gone. She couldn't give herself any friction. Dessert was the last thing on her mind then.

Alex crawled on top of her. His sweaty hair covered his handsome face. Dark eyes stared at her like she was his prey. He wrapped one of her legs around his hips and kissed her. His tongue licked her bottom lip for entry. She granted him access a little too quickly for her liking. She tasted herself on him, but she didn't care.

Her moans muffled by his kiss once he thrusted inside of her. Each thrust made her feel fuller than the last. His name called from her lips as she teetered closer to an orgasm. He smiled in their kiss. The night was something nice for the both of them.

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Aaaaaawwww 🥺🥺🥺 so cuuuuuuute 🥰😍

Champion | E.P.

Summary: El Phantasmo and reader celebrate him being a champion again.

Author's Note: So much fluff that your teeth will fall out. I'm not paying your dental.

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Taglist: @kcloveswrestling @smallestsnarkestgirl @cowboywritersworld @magicalbuttertarts @bullet-clubs-bitch

Y/N stared at the handsome man next to her. Bleach blonde hair a mess from sleeping. A peaceful angelic face as he snored softly. His hand rested over his bare chest and stomach. An arm wrapped around her to keep her close to him. All of this still felt like a dream.

Two months ago, they wondered how long it would be until he was able to step foot into a ring. Not only did he already have his first match, but he was now a champion. The NJPW World Television Champion. Her champion.

"You stare at me any harder, and you are going to burn a hole in me," he told her. The once quiet morning interrupted by his mischievous chuckle. "Good morning, sweetheart,"

"I can't stare at my boyfriend who I absolutely love and adore?" She asked teasingly. Their lips connected in an innocent kiss. He grabbed her hand. His fingers laced with hers. His sleepy eyes stared at her hand before kissing the top of it.

A cocky smirk pressed on his lips. "I just thought you got your fill of me last night. I mean, you did see all of me,"

He gripped the sheets that hung dangerously low around his hips. Her hand grabbed his wrist to keep him from lowering the sheet. "You made your point. Where does the champion want to eat for breakfast?"

"I've got it covered. Room service will be bringing it up shortly. I called earlier. I wanted to spend time in bed with you for a little while longer," he answered. His thumb rubbed against her cheek before kissing her again.

"Are you sure? You literally were stuck doing the same thing before, and I just want you to not feel restricted," she told him.

"For the last two months, you were my champion. You did everything without a single complaint and never left my side. Now let me be yours again,"

[cowboywritersworld]

😭😭😭 I asked for this and it hurts more than it should 😭😭😭

Harsh Reality | Hangman A.P.

Summary: “Is this what we do now? Making out and then never talking about it? Great!” with Hangman Adam Page and Reader?Sad sequel of Professor. Even if he is now her teacher, Reader can't forget him, but he acts professionally and speaks to her only if very necessary. After a class, she decides to confront him about that and her true feelings towards him.

Happy Wednesday Night Dynamite, babes. ❤️

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“Is this what we do now? Making out and then never talking about it? Great!”

The office was quiet as her words hung in the air. She stared at her Botany professor. Tears filled her eyes. This wasn't how she wanted them to go. In her naive state, she really thought they would have a relationship. It may have been in secret, but it still would have been him.

"It is more complicated than that. This could ruin me," he explained calmly. This was always his excuse. His career. Her feelings didn't matter as long as his career was safe. A few tears started to spill from her cheeks.

She fell for this man hard. The making out and sex drew her in. He was older and didn't seem like an immature idiot like the other men here. Everything changed the moment he found out she was going to be his student. Now he only spoke to her to answer a question during his lecture.

"So my feelings don't matter? You got your fun and now I should just move on and forget about you?" She asked.

Her professor didn't answer her. His silence was the only answer she needed. Y/N nodded her head as if she was understanding.

"I wish I never met you," she told him bitterly. That night at the bar used to be one of the top moments of the year. He was so into her and she thought he was the total package. Now she just saw him as a scared little boy.

Adam reacted to that. He looked up quickly. His heart ached from her words. She always said that was the best night of her life. "Y/N...,"

"Goodbye, professor," she told him. The heartbroken student tried to hold herself together as she made her way down the hall. His southern drawl called for her to come back, but there was no going back.

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Cheering up

General Masterlist | AEW Masterlist | Claudio Castagnoli Masterlist

Characters: Claudio Castagnoli, Reader

Warning: R18, sex description, choking, deepthroating,

Plot: After his upsetting loss against Komander, Reader cheers Claudio up.

A/N: I was sad Claudio lost and @madhatterbri suggested I write something about Reader cheering him up, so here we are. 👀

Y/N is pacing the Death Rider's locker room sad and a bit concerned about Claudio - her boyfriend -. First of all, concerned about his shoulder after those spots where he just hit it hard against the ringpost, the barricade and the steel steps. Sad because he has just lost against Komander and won't advance to World's End.

The aftermath of the match is still rolling on the television set there, she would love to be out ringside, but she is only allowed back there. He deserves more than that, but she can - more or less - understand the decision behind that result... It just... Hurts.

Claudio is the first to get back, followed right away by Marina, but Y/N focuses on her boyfriend, who groans in pain. She reaches him, bringing her arms around his waist, looking up at him.

"Lets get you showered and cheer you up, baby." Y/N whispers at him, tugging on his left arm, so that he would bend down. Him be damned for being such a giant. "I'll take good care of you." She kisses him gently on the lips.

"I... Sorry, Schatz." He feels down: he has wanted to win for her, but there they are.

"Hush you. You were amazing, no matter what." She smiles at him, looking over at Marina, while the others should be back soon. "When our King is here, you can all go to the suv. We'll meet you there, or at the hotel." She blushes for a moment. "It might take a while."

When Marina nods at them, Y/N takes Claudio by a hand, dragging him to the shower. At least he is already half naked, she can directly focus on his body. She looks up at him, making him settle against the cold tiles of one of the shower booths, without turning on the water for now. She makes him bend his knees, so she can gently kiss his aching shoulder. With her hands she gently massages it, looking out for any sign of intense pain, but he seems to feel better.

"Does your shoulder still hurt?" She kisses his neck up to his jaw, nuzzling it.

"You just kissed the pain away, Schatz." Claudio lifts her chin up, so he can kiss her lips possessively.

"Good." Y/N kisses him back, her hands roaming down his chest, until she reaches his gear. "Lemme make you feel good now and then you can fuck me at the hotel, mh?"

"Sounds absolutely perfect, Schatz."

Claudio already licks his lips just at the thought of fucking her at the hotel as a reward. Maybe losing that match wasn't that bad after all, if that is the way he gets cheered up. He looks at her dropping to her knees and taking down his pants, getting them completely off together with his boxers, which she throws both out of the stall. Like that, when he will shower, they won't get wet.

Y/N licks her lips when his dick springs free, smirking when she notices it is already half hard. She is proud to be the person to cause him those reactions.

"Something here is surely happy to see me." She chuckles and kisses the tip, getting the tongue out to lick it slowly. Her right hand closes around the base of his girth, pumping it. "I know you are disappointed in this loss, but Kommander won just because of the brass knuckles. He would have never stood a chance against you without them."

"Schatz, d-" Claudio shuts up, when she asks him to with her left hand.

"This was the last thing I wanted to tell you before focusing on you, babe."

She finally gets her mouth around his tip, it feeling hot around him and it just knocks out every word he might have been thinking about. His lips just parted to let out a few low moans, not sure if the others are already gone or not, while she starts bobbing her head. The first times she had been doing that, she hadn't been able to take it all inside, but now it is not a problem anymore.

"Fuck. You take me simply so good now, Schatz." He brings a hand between her long hair, slightly pressing on her head to make her take more inches in her mouth.

Since she can't talk, she just looks up at him, a challenge in her eyes. Claudio groans, gripping her hair painfully, forcing her all the way down to the base of his dick. He is clearly still pissed off by the loss, her challenge just made him lose it.

Y/N can feel tears pricking at her eyes from the sudden lack of hair, but grins knowing that she has achieved what she has wanted. Claudio lets her hair go a bit loose, so she can start bobbing her head again, but from time to time he forces her the whole way down. He knows he can do that to her, if she doesn't want such a treatment, she just needs to tap twice on his legs and the game would be over. Y/N is a good girl though, even if at times she is naughty, so she doesn't tap out.

"You have been." He grips her hair tight one more time, stopping the movement of her head. "Naughty." He slams his dick into her throat, having her looking up at him. "Enough today." He takes his dick a bit out, to give her a moment of relief, but just puts it back all in, forcing a choked moan out of her. "Now be a good girl and drink every. Single. Drop."

It's not like he gives her a chance to not do that, since he cums directly down her throat, not long after. It takes a moment before his dick stops throbbing and he takes it out only at that moment, enjoying the view Y/N gives him.

Some last spurts of his cum land lazily on her tongue and she makes sure to show him how she drinks them. Damn, he is so hot when he is so pissed off. She licks his dick clean, before stepping out of the shower and taking her clothes off, stepping into it so that they could get clean together.

He smacks her ass when they are both clean. "No panties on. I want you ready to take me when we are in our hotel room."

"Yes Daddy."

Y/N just whispers, getting to her things in the locker room, just to wear the t-shirt and her sweats, no panties exactly like he asked her. The feeling of her wet lips against the fabric of the pants is strange, but she refrains from complaining, finally taking him by the hand when he has gathered everything.

When they get to the parking lot, the others are still there waiting at the Suv. Claudio makes Marina and Pac go to the back of the Suv with Jon and Yuta, while he and Y/N sit front. Swiss has an idea in his mind and he can't do that if any of the others can see them.

"Be quiet, little girl, will you?" He asks her in a lewd tone after starting to drive, bringing his right hand to the hem of her sweats.

"Y-yes Daddy." Y/N opens her legs more, so that he can move his hand more freely.

"I always know you can be my good girl, Schatz."

He slids the hand under the fabric, reaching her intimacy pretty quickly, playing with two fingers on her clit, Y/N gasps, but hides the sound quickly in the crook of her elbow, grinding down with her hips.

She is aware he is teasing her like that just to have her ready right when they get to their hotel room, but honestly she is already wet enough. Claudio stops torturing her clit and just proceeds to finger her, getting two of them in fairly quick, due to her wetness. He can't help but smirk, looking from time to time at the rear mirror, just to make sure that the others don't discover them.

A hand of hers grabs his wrist, even though she still grinds down on his fingers, looking at him with pleading eyes, not really meaning the words she is about to say.

"Daddy please... Stop." She bends towards him, moaning those words in his ears.

"I gotta get you wet enough, don't wanna wait when we are back." He mutters, scissoring her with his fingers. "The way you are clenching down and around them, I don't really think you want me to stop, Schatz." He turns around and nuzzles her forehead. "Too bad you don't get to cum, though."

A whine escapes Y/N's throat. Luckily or not, Claudio is forced to take his fingers out because they are at the parking lot of the hotel. He makes his girlfriend look at him while he licks he juices off his fingers, before stepping out of the suv.

"See you all tomorrow, guys." Claudio just wants to go, not to stay with the others and he hushes Y/N towards the elevator of the hotel, ignoring Marina's gaze on him.

"H've a g'od night, Swiss, Y/N." Jon lets them go first, understanding that they need their alone time.

"See you tomorrow." Marina adds, still suspicious. Wheeler, Jon and Pac may not have thought about why they had to wait for the couple, but she had understood and she is more than sure that Pac being sent behind with them, meant they had been up to something on their way there too.

Both Claudio and Y/N hope the elevator would just move faster, while they wait in it, the air is thick with urgency, but they can't do anything about it. He rushes her off once it finally stops at their floor, and he is the one who opens the door to their room, slamming it shut when they are both inside.

"Couch. On your knees, bend over the arm rest." He orders her and she just follows it, getting her shirt and bra off. "Leave the sweats on, I'll take care of them."

Y/N nods and reaches the couch quickly, letting t-shirt and bra fall on the ground as she walks. She situates herself as he asked, with him following right after her, who just strips on his way.

"My good girl..."

Claudio praises her, while he strips her sweats down to her knees. He plays with the tip between her labia, before thrusting in easily, despite his size, thanks to how wet he got her in the Suv.

"No noise complaints, so use a pillow if needed." He gives her a moment to adjust to the feeling of being full after bottoming out.

"Daddy please..." She whines when he waits too much, but has to bury her face in the pillow when he starts to thrust harshly in her. Her eyes roll to the back when he starts playing with her clit, reaching her first orgasm in little time, gushing all over him and clenching around his hard dick.

She gasps at the smack on her ass, while she gets taken off the pillow by her hair, until she is flush against his chest.

"I am close, but once I cum into you, we are not done, Schatz."

Those words are a promise and it gives her goosebumps, while he sucks on her neck, leaving some hickeys. He doesn't care if they'll be visible, they label her as his and luckily she is not a wrestler. He brings his peace up, pounding even harder in her, until he stops as his cock starts throbbing and painting her in white. It takes a good minute before he is done and he lets her go, who crushes down on the arm rest, panting.

With gentle hands now, he takes off her sweats, tossing them somewhere in the room. Gentle hands cradle her as he gets out and turns her around, letting her a moment. Thankfully the couch is in leather, because her cunt is already dropping with his cum, staining it.

Claudio catches it with his long fingers, smearing it again on the tip of his dick. With his hands he opens her legs enough so that he could be between them, bringing her knees over his shoulders. Y/N blushes at that position, whining when he starts pushing again inside of her, still sensitive. In that position, she could swear she feels him even deeper than before and the feeling doubles when he bends down towards her.

In an attempt to push him back up, her wrists get caught in his hands and brought over her head, being held down by just one hand. Like that, she feels like she is being opened apart, his dick thrusts deep and constantly against her sweet spot, sending jolts of pleasure down her spine. The moans start to get a bit too loud, so he decides to kiss her about that, making sure that she can't be heard. The only sound which can be heard now is their bodies meeting, as she grinds down on him and squeezes him tight, trying to milk him.

"You are so deep, babe." She manages to say when they both up their peaces to keep up with the other.

"Do you like it?" He asks, panting and looking into her beautiful eyes.

"Of course, babe. I can feel you here."

She takes one of his hands and lets it rest on the stomach. Claudio groans at that, his dick already twitching in her as he cums once again. "Fuck, Schatz..."

To make her feel good and cum again, he sucks on her nipples, to which she lets out a loud cry and wets him once again. He lazily moves to help her through her orgasm, before easing himself off of her.

"How do you feel?" He asks as he helps her sit up.

"Oversensitive, but I loved today's sex." She smiles at him, kissing his nose.

"I liked it too, Schatz." He steals a kiss from her, before laughing. "I'll go start a bubble bath. Stay here, I'll then carry you bridal style in it."

[cowboywritersworld]

Love itttt 🥺 exactly what I expected! 😍😍😍

Is This Okay? | Demon Finn Balor

Summary: The demon has always watched Finn kiss and have sex with the reader, but when he is out, he is scared about what he is doing because he is way rougher than Finn. So he checks constantly with her the first time together to make sure she is fine. 18+.

Happy Monday Night RAW. ❤️

Requested by: @cowboywritersworld

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"Is this okay?"

Y/N stared up at the man above her. His bright blue eyes looked down at her. Balor's handsome face contorted with worry.

"It... It's just different,"

Heat burned her cheeks. Different was an understatement. Balor was a Demon prince from hell who liked it rough. Her boyfriend's Demon side was currently deep inside of her. He hadn't moved since she answered him.

"A- uh a good different?" He asked hopefully. The burning desire to just continue coarsed through his veins.

"I'm fine, Balor. You may continue. I know you have a need as well," she assured him.

Balor started to thrust again. It was a slow pace to get her used to him. The way her walls tightened around him felt like heaven. A grip he had never felt back in Hell. Her body acted like it wanted more. Maybe he could give her a little more.

A moan mixed with pain and pleasure came out of her. He immediately tensed. Y/N would hate him forever now. When his human came home, he would definitely send him back to hell.

"Balor," she started and squirmed underneath him. "Why did you stop?"

"Is this okay?"

Y/N adored the sweeter side of him. Her heart swelled as she cupped his face. Their lips met in an innocent kiss. She felt him relax against her. "I will tell you when it is too much," she assured him. "Just please continue," Balor started off gently before picking up the pace. Her moans picked up as her hips met each thrust. Her nails dug into his shoulders. He hissed in pain, yet didn't stop. The bed moved under them and knocked against the wall. She felt the build up in her lower stomach. Her head rolled back as her eyes fluttered. Balor rubbed her tense body. His mouth took one of her nipples in his. He had seen this plenty of times with Finn. It was made her come quicker. Hands gripped her waist tightly as he pulled her on his cock. Her walls gripped him tightly. "I'm so close," she whined. "Balor, it feels so good," His tongue swirled around her nipple. Soft bites left on her skin. She couldn't believe how fast he got her to this point. In a few more rough thrusts, she came undone. He wasn't far behind. His cum painting her walls. Balor placed his forehead to hers. "Was it okay?" He asked. "Better than okay,"

[cowboywritersworld]

He is reminding German fans that today (or whenever this was posted) they get to see pro wrestling auf Pro 7, a German TV sender.

He said he will be on it, so I guess it's a show he went to in December, where I think he had a match.

But daaaaamn, I love when he talks German 🫠🫠🫠

No idea what he is saying but… wow.

[cowboywritersworld]

👀👀👀 Absolutely love it 🫠

Nurse | W.O.

Summary: A nurse and Will make an instant connection.

Happy World's End Saturday, babes. ❤️

Dedicated to @99hook, for if it wasn't for her, I'd probably have never made it out this year. 🫶

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Will helped his injured friend into the hospital. A sullen look on his face, he tried to find anyone that had the heart to see his friend immediately. His friend was delirious. A combination of blood loss and too many shots to the head. The Brit balled up his fist. Kyle was going to pay for this.

"Come on, man. Nobody is going to see me right now. We have to wait in the waiting room like everyone else," his friend told him. He felt defeated. They were about to head into the waiting room when a woman with a southern drawl spoke to them.

"Hello, are you lost? I can.... Oh my goodness!" She gasped once she saw the friend. "Come with me right away. I don't know how you haven't collapsed on the floor,"

Will assist his friend in following the young nurse. He couldn't help but think she was pretty attractive from the little he did see of her. She moved the curtains to the side to allow Will and his friend into the triage.

His friend laid down, and the nurse went to work straight away. In little time, Will saw his wounds start to get cleaned and patched up.

"We are going to keep you here for observations with all those head wounds," the nurse told him.

"Thank you for seeing us," Will spoke.

The nurse raised an eyebrow. "English?"

Will smiled. "Yeah, I'm a cheeky little English lad,"

The nurse introduced herself. She stared at Will like there was no one else in the room.

"My name is Will,"

"Well, I will see you around, Will," she smiled once more before walking away.

The patient sucked his teeth. "Hey, I'm your patient, and I'm... how do you do that?"

Will shrugged and ran his fingers through his hair. Maybe hospitals weren't so bad after all.

[cowboywritersworld]

3. Kyle Fletcher losing his mind and joining Don Callis after Mark Davis got injured and disappeared for one year.

Turning then on Will and almost killing him several times

We need to start a support group for wrestlers who lost the narrative of the plot when they broke up with their exes:

Toni Storm’s amnesia

[cowboywritersworld]

I'm getting always more intrigued 😍😍😍 love itttttt

MCMG | A.S. Part 2

Summary: Alex sees his nurse at their speakeasy.

Author's Note: Inspired by them having their own band. I was listening to them on Spotify. I like it.

Happy Friday Night Smackdown, babes. ❤️

Part 1

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Alex was well aware that he asked a stupid question. It was easily the dumbest question in the world. What was he even asking? He couldn't pinpoint the exact meaning behind that question.

Do you often heal people in the back of a car?

Do you often help federally wanted murderers?

Do you often get kidnapped?

Her eyebrows furrowed in confusion. Several times, her mouth opened and closed. Alex hoped that she would just ignore the question and pretend like it never happened. Chris certainly didn't. He didn't even make an actual attempt to try to hide it.

The driver snorted and pretended that he sneezed. He made a poor attempt to keep his eyes on the road. His body shook as he laughed. A couple of times he had to catch himself from drifting off to the sidewalks. Several times Alex could hear his best friends muttering oh Alex.

"If you turn right, I live in the apartments halfway down the block," the nurse interrupted. Alex told him to turn the car right to get her home safely. Chris did as he was ordered. He was still trying to catch his breath. The mobster life didn't have many funny moments, but this one certainly took the cake.

"Right here is fine," she informed the driver. Alex looked out the window to see a store. He reasoned that the woman didn't want them to know where she lived. There was no way he could blame her. They weren't exactly portrayed as the best men around on the Detroit Press. The car came to a stop.

"I am sorry again. Do you want me to walk you up? I could just walk you to the building. It doesn't have to be your front door unless you want it to be," Alex said. His brown eyes lingered on her. Chris groaned in pain. His best friend could not get the hint that she wanted nothing to do with them.

"I think I can find my own way, thanks. I hope you feel better." she told him. The mobster was confused if it was something she normally told her patients or if she meant it. Even if it was to him. An idiot that was shot in an alleyway with a best friend that was currently hiding his head in the wheel laughing.

The nurse left the car and walked through the alleyway. Her apartment must be somewhere in the back. Alex took a breath that he didn't realize he was holding. The car was tense before Chris decided to break the silence.

"You know, I've been shot, I've been beaten, and I've had bones broken, but that was probably the most painful thing I have ever seen in my entire life." Chris admitted. He placed a hand over his heart and gritted his teeth.

Alex glared at him. "Just drive us home,"

During the ride home, he noticed the nurse left her satchel. There was absolutely no way he could just walk into the hospital and turn it into lost and found. Companies were handing out severe penalties for helping mobsters. The woman already didn't like him enough. He didn't need to add to the list. He opened the satchel to see if he could learn anything about her.

Various medical supplies were left in there. Some of them were things he used on him. Alex continued to rummage through the bag. There wasn't much to really identify her. He noticed some writing in the side pocket.

Evelyn,

Remember your pledge.

Mom and Dad

A knock on the window made him jump. Chris opened the back door. "Come on, Romeo,"

"Evelyn,"

"You got shot in the shoulder, not the head. You know your name, Alex. What are you talking about?"

"Her name is Evelyn," Alex answered. He showed him the satchel that she had left in the car. "I have to return this to her somehow,"

"I can guarantee that poor girl is going to never walk alone ever again even if it's to get mail. We are never going to see her again. Just throw it away," Chris shrugged.

Alex looked at the bag. He was probably right, but he couldn't find himself able to throw it away. Something kept telling him that they would run into each other again. He could feel it in his bones.

During the week, he found himself thinking about Evelyn. It didn't matter the time of day. When he woke up, his thoughts drifted to her. In "business" meetings, he wondered if she was working on a patient. As he drifted off to sleep, the nurse's face was the last thing he saw. Alex had to get another shot at her. Fate would be on his side on a rainy Friday night.

Men and women alike were looking for a fun night out after a long week of work. They were used to Alcohol was banned across the nation. They needed an outlet, and speakeasies were the best place to do so.

Different types of speakeasies were opening around Detroit. S and S seemed to be the only ones that could withstand the police raids and federal Prohibition agents. With the knowledge that they had a low chance of being arrested, S and S was a hot spot to hit up when looking for a good time.

The owners were normally amongst the people. No one really heckled them. The people wanted their alcohol and Shelley and Sabin kept the police officers away. It was a win-win for both sides. That's why it wasn't a surprise when Alex and Chris were getting ready to perform that night.

Ever since they were young, they played in a band. Alex was the singer, and Chris was on guitar. They had a couple of their other friends join in, too. This was a fun activity for them and gave them a break from the daily mob life.

"You sure you up to sing tonight?" Chris asked. The slightly taller man looked at his best friend. Sure, Alex was a pain in the ass, but he was his pain in the ass. Currently, that pain in the ass was looking at the musical numbers they would be performing.

They liked to keep their set small so the patrons at their speakeasy could mingle.

Alex smiled at his partner. This was always his way of asking if he was okay. He'd never directly ask it. Just ask about a task they had to do and see if he was up to it or not.

"I'm fine, Chris. My arm has been in a sling to heal quicker. You have been doing almost all the work here. I think I am going to pull through,"

When he said sling, his mind wandered to Evelyn. He still held on to her satchel. He hid it in his desk drawer in his office. Chris would tease him forever if he saw it.

"Well, come on then," Chris told him roughly. Alex stood up from his desk chair and followed Chris to the back of the wooden stage. The black curtains hid them from the audience.

"We have a special band for you all tonight, and Detroit, I don't think you are ready for this one," Alicia Taylor spoke through the microphone. She even added a little attitude with a shrug.

The crowd started to cheer. They egged her on to announce the special band. Alex and Chris broke out into a smile when they started to chant their names.

"Then let me be the first to welcome our special guests and my bosses, Alex Shelley and Chris Sabin," she announced loudly.

The crowd clapped and cheered. The MCMGs may be wanted criminals on the outside, but to these people, they were heroes.

Alicia walked off the stage as Alex and Chris made their way on. Alex walked to the microphone and adjusted it to his height. He moved his hair out of the way. His eyes scanned the crowd to see some familiar faces. His light brown eyes stopped on one particular person. He wasn't familiar with her yet, but he definitely wanted to get familiar with her.

Evelyn seemed intrigued that he was on the stage. She might think he was insane for being shot and then being on stage a week later. At least she didn't look terrified to see him. Then again, she could be so drunk that she has no idea she's at a place owned by two guys that kidnapped her. Either way, she was at his speakeasy, and he was going to make the most out of it.

He smiled at her shyly.

To his shock, she smiled back.