#+ gave her a “theme” of “mix-and-match”

[dayz-ina-daze]

“Who wants candy~?”

SO I DIDNT EXPECT PEOPLE TO LIKE IT SO MUCH, but now I suppose this is a series!! I’m calling it the “glamrock kiss series” ^^ … very creative, I know

But hey, who am I to deny the people what they want?

[bonus less-eyestrain ver under the cut]

[lionneee]

Perfect Match

English is not my first language, please be kind

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•Warnings: oral sex, fake relationship, talking of sexual themes, oral sex, smut.•

Modern!Aemond x Fem!Reader

Part One -> Part Two -> Part Three -> Part Four -> Part Five

Getting drunk was actually something they enjoyed doing with the rest of their friends.

Inebriate every sense of the body and forget about everything. 

It was her best moment of her weekends.

Aemond started enjoying it the first time he went to a club with her, or to a party. 

“Fuck, yes!” She moaned loudly as she kept jumping on his cock, looking at herself in the mirror as they sat on a stranger's bed.

“Yeah, keep riding me like that — Fuck, yes -“ He moaned as he looked at her ass wiggling every time she sank back down.

She got all hornied up and she couldn’t keep her hands off of him.

Tonight was no exception.

After sitting on his thight for at least half an hour, making out with him as there was no end, she grabbed his hand and dragged him into the bathroom.

They could hear that one of the cabinet was already occupied with someone already fucking in there, but she didn’t budge, she simply opened another cabin, the one as far as the other and pushed him against the wall.

She smiled up at him as she started kissing his chest, making Aemond's eyes flutter shut, his breathing becoming more ragged. He gripped the back of her neck, holding her against his chest, his fingers tangling in her hair, gently pulling on it.

"Keep going, baby. Don't stop." He groaned as she hummed, kissing him lower and lower.

Aemond's grip on her neck tightened as she kept moving lower on his body, his breathing becoming more labored as his skin burned where her lips touched. 

"Goddamn, baby. You really know how to get me going." He groaned lowly, his hands pushing her head lower.

She smiled as he stepped forward, away from the wall and put his hand on the top of her head, holding your hair, guiding you just inches from the bulge in his pants. 

He swallowed hard, his voice coming out in a hoarse whisper

"Go on, baby. You know what I want."

She knelt on the floor as she unbuckled his belt, taking it off slowly as she looked up at him with her sweet, innocent eyes. He knew she was everything but.

Aemond watched her with rapt attention, his eyes darkened with lust as she undid his belt. He bit back a moan as his eyes met her, her innocent and sweet gaze combined with her position was enough to make his head reel.

"Don't tease me, baby." He warned, his voice tense. She took off his belt slowly, licking the full length as she pulled it off.

Aemond's breath hitched as she took off his belt, he gripped the base of her hair, his fingers tight in her locks, watching the way she worked. It was torturous, watching her tease him like that.

"Goddamn, princess. Stop playing around." He growled, his voice tight "I want those lips on me, now."

She kept smirking as she slowly unbuttoned his pants, kissing the skin  just above the waistband of his pants.

Aemond closed his eyes, his head tilted back against the wall as he felt her lips on his skin, he sucked in a harsh breath, trying to hold back all the curses that wanted to come out.

He was incredibly turned on.

What she was doing to him, teasing him like that, the anticipation of what he knew she was going to do mixed with the moans of the other couple fucking was all extremely erotic, and he could feel it in his pants.

"Jesus Christ, baby. You're a goddamn tease." He groaned, his fingers still holding her hair tightly. She looked up at him with a smile, a true smile that she rarely had.

She was beautiful.

He knew she only gave him that smile because she was drunk and light headed, but that didn’t make his heart flutter less.

She pulled down his pants, along with his boxers, caressing his thighs as the clothes fell on the floor.

A guttural sound escaped his lips. He leaned his head back, his eyes squeezed close, his breathing becoming ragged as he tried to compose himself

“Just fucking take it.” He hissed  his hand still gripping her hair as he forced her to take him, putting his hands on each side of her head to control her movements. She hummed as she closed her eyes, savoring him, wrapping her hand around his cock and squeezing him at the base. Aemond let out a loud moan as she licked him, his hips involuntarily bucking forward.

He gripped her head tighter, his fingers digging into the back of her hair as he started to take control, his breathing ragged as he started moving her head back and forth, his hips coming to meet her.

"God, baby. You're so goddamn perfect." He gasped as he started to move his hips with urgency, trying to push deeper into her mouth, his body burning with need. "Fuck, baby. You're so damn good at this.” He panted as he looked down at her, seeing the list in her eyes. 

Their sounds were mixing with the other couple’s, the bathroom was filled with pants, occasional banging at the walls and the musing from outside.

“Do you like it when I take control like this? Mh?" His last word was accentuated with a deeper thrust, the tip of his cock hitting the back of her throat, making her gag. She moaned around him as he slipped his hands in her hair, pulling them slightly. “Do you like it when I use you like the whore you are?” He growled as he moved her head, watching her eyes flutter closed, her hand on the base of his cock squeezing him a bit tighter. He grunted as he yanked her wrist away, pulling it behind her with a silent order to keep her arm on her back.

Aemond's eye closed tighter and he let out a low, guttural moan as he hit the back of her throat again. The way she was taking him was driving him crazy, and he wanted nothing more than to see the silhouette of his cock from her neck as he choked her on it.

"Yeah, baby. Suck it. Suck it like it’s your favorite candy." He growled, his hands pulling her head forward, forcing himself deeper into her mouth as she swirled her tongue around him, obeying him and sucking him harder with a little whine, her hand reaching between her legs as she started rubbing her clit from over her panties.

He started to move his hips faster, his eye catching the movements of her hand, making him moan.

"That's it, baby. Touch yourself as I fuck your mouth. Take everything I give you." He panted as he threw his head back, his hands on her hair tightening. "Do you like it when I take control like this? Do you like it when I use you?" He looked down at her again, his voice low and strained as she moaned and whined as she tried to control her gag reflex as she never stopped sucking him.

He moaned when he saw her trying her best as she took him deep into her mouth as he saw her hand moving faster between her legs. It drove him wild, seeing her so eager to please him, seeing how much she’s enjoying him taking control, using her so freely.

"Fucking hell, baby. You're so good at this. I could keep you down there all night, just using your mouth like that." He grunted, his words coming out in a low, strained tone as he thrust his hips forward, pushing himself even deeper into her mouth. She moaned even louder as she pushed her head forward until her nose pressed against his pubic bone. She stayed there for a few seconds, moving her head from side to side, making Aemond let out a choked moan. He pulled her back for a moment, slipping two of his fingers deep in her mouth and pressing down. "Is this where you like it?" He panted. “You like to take cocks in your mouth?” He pulled his fingers out of her mouth and grabbed her by her neck.

He looked down at her, his eyes dark with desire as she started rubbing herself on his ankle, rubbing her hips desperately as she grinded her wet core on him, seeking the perfect friction to make herself cross the edge. 

“Yes baby —“ He moaned as he looked at her. “Fuck yourselves on me. Rub yourself until you come.” He groaned as she moved even faster, her lips never letting him go, her tongue caressing what fit in her mouth as she whined louder, her legs shaking slightly, her hands gripping his thighs tightly, digging her nails in his skin. He saw her forcing herself to rub again and again, stopping only after a loud moan, panting as she tried to keep sucking him as she came down from her high.

"You won't be able to talk tomorrow, baby." He snarled, completely turned on by the sight of her coming on his ankle. He stepped forward. “But don’t worry, I’ll bring you hot tea in your bed tomorrow if you’ll be good enough now.” He bent his knees and pushed his cock all the way down in her throat with a loud moan. "That's right, princess. Take it all in. Be my good girl.” He growled. "I know you can do this. You'll take everything I give you, won't you?" She moaned desperately as she moved her tongue on him, grabbing his balls in her hand and pulling slightly.

Aemond's breath hitched as she grabbed his stones, a low gasp escaping his lips as she moved her tongue on him, her hand pulling slightly. His body tenses, overwhelmed by the sensation, his mind hazy with pleasure

"Goddamn, baby. You're going to make me lose my

mind." He groaned, his eyes shutting tightly as he threw his head back, his hands holding her head in place

"Keep doing that. Don't stop." he pleaded, his voice strained with pleasure.

She pulled his balls again, massaging them in his hands, choking around him as tears ran down her face, and saliva ran down her chin, making a little pool on the floor. Aemond moaned loudly as she touched his balls, the sight of her choking around him, is too much for him to handle, but when he felt her finger slip behind his ball, pressing dangerously close to his asshole and putting pressure, it was definitely over for him.

“God —“

He kept her head firmly in his hands as he gave the few last thrusts before coming inside her mouth.

“Swallow. I want to see you swallow.” He ordered as he arched forward, still spanning from his orgasm as he saw a bit of his semen spill from her lips. She moaned loudly as she licked him, her mouth warm with his sperm as she swallowed everything.

Aemond watched her, his eyes darkened with pleasure, his chest heaving as he slowly pulled out of her mouth, his body trembling.  He looked down at her, his hands moving to gently caress her face, wiping away the tears and the saliva from her chin. "Holy fuck." He said quietly, his voice hoarse. She stood up, smiling and chuckling as she showed him her tongue, white by his semen. She swallowed as she wrapped her arms around his neck.

Her drunken happiness was contagious, and he found himself smiling back at her as he fixed his boxers and pants.

“You’re crazy.” He tried to be a bit grumpy, but it only came out as a silly mock, that only made her chuckle more. He shook his head as he took her hand and pulled her out of the cabin, walking back to the table with all of their friends. He sat on a chair as he watched her taking a drink, hopefully hers, and drink it all down in one gulp. She turned around, ready to walk back to the dancing floor but he caught her hand.

“Stay with me.” He ordered. He looked up at her as she hesitated.

“Are you feeling needy, baby?” She chuckled as she sat on his thigh, her legs between his. He shook his head, trying to feel annoyed, but when she looked so happy it became difficult.

He rarely saw her like this.

“Shut up.” He grunted as he grabbed her face in his hand and pulled her down for a kiss.

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[mazikeenhyde]

Oh Baby... Pain is Pleasure

Here we go again people!

POLY JUDGMENT DAY X READER (WRESTLER) 

Y/W/N – Your Wrestling Name 

Y/W/N/F – Your Wrestling Name Finisher

WARNING – SMUT? Kind of…, ANGST… Kind of?  PUBLIC HUMILIATION, POLY THEMES AND REFRENCES, BDSM, SPANKING, VIOLENT REFRENCES, BLOOD, INJURY ETC 

Oh Baby…Pain is Pleasure 

The crowds’ cheers and chants echoed throughout the stadium, the floors under the feet of the thousands of fans felt like they would give way from the excitement. A completely sold-out arena had been packed full to the brim with carboard cutout signs and fandom shirts as far as the eye could see! From the millionaire front row viewers to the cheapest seats way up in the rafters, to the millions of fans watching from home, everyone had been awaiting this moment! The artificial bright and colorful lights flashed all over as the music blared throughout the stadium. The smoke and fog machines mixed together engulfing the walkway and the surrounding edges of the ring, adding to the already tense atmosphere. 

This championship match had reached its peak, Women’s World Champion Dakota Kai vs Y/W/N! I had fought and clawed my way to reach WrestleMania and now I was inches away from becoming the new Women’s World Champion!

Running at each other from the ropes I swung for a clothesline, but Dakota ducked under and with a straight elbow to the face I fell to my knees, my vision blurred, and the blood began to trickle down from my nose. I knew it was broken, but that wasn’t going to stop me. Besides… I kinda liked the pain. It reminded me being back home in bed with Rhea, Damien, Finn & Dom. Our rougher nights of pain and pleasure had certainly helped prepare me for this ‘No Disqualification’ championship match tonight! 

Grabbing her hands around my face she pulled my hair back and got me into a tight headlock with her arms desperately hoping I would tap out. The ref waving his hand in my face repeatedly asking if I was okay, if I was done, if I wanted to quit. 

NEVER. 

As my face turned a gentle crimson, and my lips turned a pale blue I gave Dakota a devilish grin and winked at her. Shimmying under her grip to gain back some movement her frustration built ever more. 

“What the hell ya bitch?! Tap out! Just tap!” Her grip got tighter with fury. “Why won’t you quit?!” 

I moved my head up just enough to get out a few words to her, much to the delight of the WWE management team who knew it was far too late to censor as the live camera feed had picked up each word. 

“You’re cute… but Damian… chokes me harder than that in bed.” I turned my eye line to the camera and blew a soft kiss to Damian before throwing myself back and pulling up my legs to kick Dakota off and send her to the opposite side of the ring and into the post.  Her anger was almost at boiling point as she saw me trying to recover. 

I crawled up to my knees taking in a deep breath and shaking my hands trying to fight the pins and needles and get the oxygen moving through my blood stream again. 

Running over at me Dakota lept up at once again wrapping her legs around my face this time and we hit the mat with a loud thump. She locked her legs in tight and pulled me back to get me into an almost perfect submission once again. Her thighs tightened around my head as she held her weight up with her arms screaming at me to tap out. Once more the ref waved his hand in front of my face, but he looked both concerned and surprised as a soft giggle from my lips escaped me. 

“THE FUCK?!” Dakota shouted in anger, and she looked under her arm to my face smirking at her. 

“Rheas…thighs…are stronger” I choked out my words knowing full well my lovers out the back would be dying of laughter watching this match. Whilst Hunter at this point would be firing this camera man who was doing his best to pick up every explicit comment that came from the center of this ring. 

Dakota was done, she knew this was a no disqualification match. There were no rules! So, letting go of me she kicked out and sent me headfirst into the corner ring post and rose to her feet. Rushing out of the ring Dakota grabbed a chair from under the ring and threw it over the ropes before sliding back in. 

Grabbing a handful of my hair she dragged me to my feet, slamming my face into her fist repeatedly as the blood smeared across my cheeks and down her arm. Dazed and lost she threw me over the chair headfirst positioning me with my hands to the mat. She ripped the Judgment Day shirt down from my back exposing my pale skin in the artificial light before unbuckling the belt from her ring gear costume. 

Bringing the thick leather belt down across my back the loud slashes echoed throughout, and they were relentless, one after another after another. Then, kicking out the chair from underneath me I fell weakly to the mat with a heavy thud as Dakota once again tried for the pin. 

“1…2…” The Crowd chanted. 

I kicked out before 3 and pulling my arms up over her head I wrapped myself around her and whispered in her ear smiling once again. 

“Daddy Dom would be proud, but you should get Finn to give you some advice….when it comes to a public spanking” I coughed out catching my breath and planting a soft kiss on her cheek. I dragged the both of us up to our feet before leaping in the air and pulling her face down onto my knees as my back hit the mat and Dakota stumbled back, now half in and out of consciousness. 

I looked up over my shoulder to the top rope, it was now or never.  The last time I had done a finisher from the top rope I had ended up on the injury bench for 6 months. But this was WRESTLEMANIA BABY! Do or die, Live or Lose! So, I set up the final move, a turnbuckle power bomb into the Y/W/N/ finisher! 

Backstage the WWE stage management were frantically rushing around as the show headed towards its finishing line. Production crews, lighting technicians, camera men and more bounced off the walls completing one task after another, switching from one feed to the next, sending word to and from the announcement desk where Michael Cole  & Pat McAfee were losing themselves in excitement. 

“TURNBUCKLE POWER BOMB Y/W/N/F ! TURNBUCKLE POWER BOMB Y/W/N/F! SHE’S OUT, SHE’S OUT!” Michael Cole was stood throwing his arms in the air as Pat McAfee tried to climb onto the desk in front of them. 

“HOLY SMOKES COLE! THROUGH THE MAT, SHES GONE THROUGH THE MAT” Pat Screamed down his headset.  

“What the….” Cole paused to look up at the sky.

Suddenly, as if on cue the skies above opened and as if to add the cherry to the top of the icing of this glorious display, the rain began to pour down soaking the ring. Lighting illuminated through the sky as the thunder boomed in time with the WrestleMania theme music that was blasting through the arena. Even with the weather not one person could have felt the cold, not one person would have known the temperature had dropped. The heat from this match was powering everyone through! 

 “Can it be…. Lightening?! Jeez people I don’t know what could possibly happen next, we’ve seen it all tonight, here live at WrestleMania!” Cole added. 

“A STORM IS BREWING COLE! DO WE HAVE A NEW CHAMPION?! DO WE HAVE A NEW CHAMPION?!” McAfee couldn’t contain himself any longer as Michael Cole held onto his leg keeping him stable. 

From backstage Damien, Rhea, Dominik and Finn had all gathered around watching on the monitor. Dominik had Damien’s arm in a tight grasp as Rhea held onto Finn’s hand, all of them watching and waiting to see if their girl could do it. Each of them slightly turned on from their girlfriends’ antics in the ring. 

“Go Bunny…GO!” Rhea bit her lip as her eyes fixated on the screen, she ran one hand down her tight black skinny jeans, trying to contain the pulse that was beating out from in between her legs. Dom was quick to slide his hand into her side jean pocket and nuzzle into her neck planting soft kisses and gentle nips to her skin. 

“Come on baby girl...” Damien whispered under his breath, palming at his crotch in an effort to keep his hard on at bay ,until he could get Y/N and the rest of the group backstage and into the Judgment Day clubhouse. 

Rhea held her breath, unable to gather in any air with nervous anxiety reaching a new high as the monitor feed lite up and they watched Y/N climb to the top rope and send Dakota through the center of the ring. 

“PIN HER! PIN HER!’ Finn shouted slamming his hand against the wall behind the monitor making Dom the ever submissive jump. Damien moved to wrap his arms around the young boy kissing the top of his head and rubbing his arm gently, his eyes still firmly locked on the screen. 

Dom turned his head for a moment over to the management desk who looked concerned, like something was wrong. He caught Hunters eye for a moment and the look they shared, they both knew, this wasn’t going to end well. 

I dragged myself to my feet and stood only a few inches away from Dakota. My entire body was exhausted, that final power bomb had taken Dakota out, she lay motionless in the center of the ring. But at what cost, because here I was, my shoulder was fucked, my knee was fucked, I could barely see, I could barely stand. 

Still, something willed me on, something moved me forward. The crowd screamed and their chants echoed around me, as if they were stood right next to me and also a million miles away. I tried to collect my thoughts to focus as I moved one foot in front of the other, falling on top of Dakota Kai to get the pin. 

“THIS IS IT COLE!” Pat jumped up and down before slipping off the table from the rain residue and onto the arena floor scrambling his way back up to get a glimpse at that final pin. “ THIS IS IT!!”

The entire stadium joined in with that collective… 

“1…..2…..Thr”

BLACKOUT. 

The Judgment day panicked and scrambling they pushed past the crew and management staff in the dark trying to find their way to the ring. 

"MOVE! MOVE!" Damian shouted launching camera men out the way as the group ran to protect their girl.

The entire stadium went pitch black. The crowds screamed, young kids cried, and every last piece of music faded out to nothing. 

Every tune fell silent. 

Every note.

Except one….

An all too familiar piano key played out to the arena as smoke filled the walkway and a single spotlight illuminated the ring. 

Silence filled the stadium.

‘Urr Cole? What’s happening?” Pat questioned as the two presenters clung to each other like Shaggy and Scooby doo, shaking in fear. 

“It’s…The Wyatts.”

[makncheese12]

Locked up

Request: Can I have uuuhhhh…. A45 - person A being a small ball of aggression while person B is a big teddy bear with Tara Carpenter as Person A (maybe not agressive but how Tara is, maybe a bit grumpy and moody) and Reader as person B? And also maybe that R is Flustered around Tara ◡̈

Warning: suggestive themes, Tara being kinky, bad words and that’s it I think?

A/N: I just figured something out and I love doing it sm.

Part 2?

Tara Carpenter x G!p!reader

A fight between Tara and Sam is always hell, both trying to always be right which made it all go in a constant circle. You were usually the main cause of them and because of that they seemed to be getting more and more frequent as Tara healed over time after Woodsboro. The aftermath was always you having to listen to Tara rant in your own apartment not too far from their shared one.

And every time you took it upon yourself to tell Sam she was with you knowing the older carpenter was probably freaking out each second Tara was gone. She tried to hate you for it — how you would rage along whenever she would sneak off to parties or sneak into their apartment or sneak Tara out — but it was no use, you were too sweet and always protected Tara so she settled for subtle glares and small comments whenever you were near.

The relationship itself confused Sam and many others around you. While you were quiet and reserved, Tara was out going and wanted to be out there. Which made her wonder why you just followed her where ever she decided to go.

Let’s not forget the size difference. How could she?When she first met you at the hospital she had to admit, she was both surprised and intimidated but you seemed to be far more intimidated by the older sister. Your personality was completely different from your looks which made everything far more confusing to the girl.

How can someone so big be so soft for her grumpy short sister? She had no clue.

But here you say on the couch at a random costume party hosted by some chick you’ve never met with a red solo cup full something you didn’t dare ask when Chad gave it to you in your black tank top and orange cargo pants dressed as a prisoner, per Tara’s request to match her. It was Tara’s way of rebelling against her sister and to prove that she was her own woman.

Music blaring loudly, the entire house dark with flashing lights, and people moved and danced closely. Something you weren’t fond of but still went along with the group because Tara seemed so excited about it.

In the dark room you catch sight of Chad in his zombie football player costume, a classic and boring one but then again it was last second. And not too far behind him was Ethan in his… Yoshi costume… the large hat stuck out and you began to realize why he didn’t have a girlfriend, he made up for it with his awkward charm though.

You had a few shots with the two and allowed Chad to make you a drink mixed with different things you dare not drink out of before slipping away onto the empty couch.

That left Mindy, Anika and Tara who were most likely somewhere playing a game having something to do with alcohol.

Suddenly, a girl in a Mario costume takes a seat next to you. At least she could have made it look cute, it was just a red t-shirt with an ‘M’ on it and black shorts.

Another group stood nearby watching and giggling. You notice another girl who wore the same thing but as Luigi. Oh great.

A few beats of silence goes by before she speaks. “Hey, do I know you from somewhere?” she asks with a smile before leaning in and as soon as she does your nose is filled with her excessive amount of body spray. Not even the good kind.

“Uh,” you start before looking through out the dark room to see if you can find any of your friends but not even Ethan’s Yoshi hat was in sight. “No, I don’t think so?” You say, slightly scooting away from the girl and sipping your drink, face scrunching up after taking your first sip not knowing how strong it really was.

Another best of silence, the music sending vibrations through your body. “Oh, I know!” She yells and you flinch slightly, not sure how she managed to make her voice louder than the music that shook the house but she did.

“You’re that cute tall girl in my astronomy class!” She says and your eyes snap to the side giving her a side eye glare. You didn’t recognize her from the class but then again you didn’t exactly pay attention to the people, not trusting anyone enough to make new friends.

Now you see what Sam meant when she called you ‘anti-social Godzilla’ the other night when Tara made you stay the night with her.

“You, like, sit in the back of the class.” She says excitedly and scoots a little closer. Too close for comfort, your face scrunches up slightly from the mass amount of perfume wafted into your face as she gets closer, saying something you could no longer hear as the music suddenly got louder and the DJ spoke into his mic.

“Huh?” You call out as her mouth continued to move but nothing really comes out or rather you don’t hear anything. This seems to make her move closer, a bad choice in the eyes of the brunette who watched not too far away.

Anger couldn’t describe what she was feeling as she watched the girl lean closer toward you. She would never admit to being jealous out loud but here she was, watching your face scrunch up as you tilt your head at the girl.

It wasn’t often she felt this way, not at all. Even before you started dating you didn’t show any interest in anyone else but her and that’s exactly how she got you to ask her out so she didn’t have to. And even now she trusted you never to betray her trust but that didn’t stop others from pursuing you anyway.

And that made her blood boil. How could they not know your taken with the necklace that had her initials on it? Or the fact that you had faint hickeys on your neck left by her? Maybe they just took advantage of the fact that you were a push over or they were just dumb.

That’s what this blonde bitch must have been. Straight up dumb.

She had seen her staring at you on campus and made it her mission to show that you were together by being all over you. Holding your hand, hugging you, kissing you, sitting in your lap, all of it. But apparently that just wasn’t enough.

“I think we should jump her.” Mindy says out of no where, face close to Tara’s to see what she was looking at. She was slightly crouched down and looked stupid doing so in her miles morales spider man suit as it bunched up in different places.

“Me too.” Tara huffs out as she crosses her arms, a small smirk appears on her faces as you pull away as the girl gets closer.

“Or you could just intervene without getting physical by pulling Y/N away.” Anika interjects in her spider Gwen outfit as she takes a shot.

“I like Mindy’s idea better.” Tara says, narrowing her eyes as the girl gets closer once again. “I’ll start by pushing her down and we can start kicking, Anika can record.” Mindy gums out as she stands up straight.

Tara definitely liked the idea, and even more so when the girl placed her hand on your arm.

“Don’t instigate, you’ll make her want to lock up Y/N for the night.” Anika hits Mindys chest as she gets closer, holding another shot before gesturing to Tara’s police costume.

Tara’s eyes light up at the idea and suddenly she was glad she went full cop mode with her costume. Taser and pepper spray that Sam forced her to carry around on her hips along with a radio, fake gun or rather it’s holster, and a pair of hand cuffs.

Oh, she definitely liked that idea and Anika smirked at the face Tara made when she suggested the idea.

Tara quickly took the handcuffs out of her belt loop and cuffed one of her wrist before making a beeline for you and just in time for the girl to get even closer. This fueled her speed of getting to you.

“Shoot me a thumbs up if you change your mind and want to go with plan A!” She heard Mindy’s voice faintly as the music blared in her ears.

As soon as she was close enough she hooked the other half of the hand cuffs onto the wrist the was holding your drink and locked it in, she then let go and stood up proud of herself as she glanced at you.

A confused look was spread across your face as you stared down at the hand cuffs connecting the two of you before looking up to her.

She couldn’t help but smile as a dark shade spread across your cheeks as you stared up at her, eyes wide and confused.

Her eyes snap to the girl before narrow at the annoyed look on her face. Why was she annoyed for flirting with her girlfriend. Tara felt the growing need to look back to Mindy and give her that thumbs up.

“Oops,” she says, voice sharp as she glares at the girl. “I slipped.” She sarcastically through gritted teeth as the girl rolls her eyes.

Who did this chick think she was? She couldn’t have thought you would even think about her with that basic ass costume and paint for make up.

“Don’t you have a key or something?” The girl says back, voice full of annoyance. She knew what she was doing and that was enough to make Tara want to be ghostface herself.

“I left them at home.” Tara replies before yanking your hand up to pull you up but it only caused you to drop the drink onto the floor.

“I’m thirsty and you’re all out.” She says her eyes snapping back to you as your eyes focus on the red seeping into the carpet on the floor. “Let’s go get a drink.”

You quickly got the memo when Tara pulled again but less harshly before standing up.

She smiles slightly up at you before sending the girl one last glare before slipping her bandaged and cuffed hand into yours and pulling you away.

“You slipped, huh?” You ask in a teasing tone as Tara pushes through the crowd with a huff. You apologize to the people who look back at her with a glare and move past them without bumping into them as Tara continued to shove her way through with slight resistance but she got through eventually with enough force.

“I am quite clumsy.” She replies as you near Mindy and Anika who have started a game of cup pong with two boys.

“Y/N! Great to see we didn’t have to jump a few girls to save your socially awkward ass.” Mindy replies before looking down to you and Tara’s cuffed hands.

“I didn’t take you for the kinky kind of couple.” Mindy says wiggling her eye brows before laughing when Anika hits her chest.

Tara’s eyes lightly up for a moment before quickly hiding it and smiling. Another idea for later.

Another wave of heat fills your face as you look down at Tara. Her police her was too large for her and was tilting slightly as she smirked not bothering to fix it. You would have thought it was adorable but at the moment you were a little embarrassed. “Did you actually leave the keys at home or we’re you joking?” You lean down and whisper into her as the music continues to blare, the action made her shiver lightly as her ears tinted with a pink hue.

“Oh, I have them.” She says casually as she picks up her drink she had before rushing off to get you. “But I’m not unlocking the cuffs until we get home.” She says as she holds up a red solo cup to her lips as leans into your front as she watches the game of cup pong.

You sigh out before smiling at her sudden possessiveness. It was often you got to see it but every time it always made you feel special that she wanted you all to herself.

You chuckle lightly before wrapping your arm around her and watching the game yourself as you rub her skin and bandage soothingly to help calm the girl down.

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“Wait, just slow dow-“ you start as Tara pulls your wrist harshly as she climbs up her fire escape as quietly as possible before letting out a hiss as the cuffs pinch you lightly.

“Shit! Sorry, sorry..” she says as she lowers her wrist so you no longer felt the force of being pulled up. She had insisted on keeping the cuffs on and you were beginning to wonder if she actually had the keys.

You had been pulled around all night so your wrist weren’t exactly fond of the smaller girl, especially when she made you fall a few times through out the night and pull herself down with you.

“Why didn’t you just take them off before we started crawling up?” You whisper yell as she continues her way up, her back side pressed up against your front now and you can’t help the blush the forms as her ass presses up against your pelvis area.

“I wasn’t thinking!” She whisper yells back as you both make it up to her window. “Plus, it’s cute when you blush like that.” She giggles as your face grows redder before pulling you into her room.

The lights were off in the hall around the apartment as you slipped in and nothing seemed disturbed other than the fact that you and Tara would have a hangover in the morning but you could cover that up easily.

You sigh out as you take a seat on the bed and Tara fumbles into her pocket before pulling out the keys and unlocking the cuffs with a small frown.

You rub your wrist as you watch her make her way toward her closet, peeling off clothes as she did so.

You smile lightly as you watch her pull down one of the hoodies you gave her and pull it over her head before pulling down your cargo pants and letting them hit the floor.

She quickly makes her way back to you as you scoot up the bed before straddling your waist and burying her face into your neck and letting out a soft but long sigh. You chuckle lightly as you wrap your arms around her

She felt exhausted after pulling you around most of the night, keeping you close as you danced and drank the night away. But now she was regretting it slightly as her wrist aches and her body relaxed into you as you scratched her back.

She let out another sigh before her mind wandered back to the girl who had the audacity to try her shot with you. She slowly felt the jealousy creeping back up into her and her exhaustion left as she bit you lightly.

Your body jolts slightly as her teeth connect to your skin and she can’t help but smirk as she feels something move on your lower abdomen.

“Tara…” you say in a warning tone as she eyes the hand cuffs on her bed side table. “It’s late and everyone’s asleep, so we should be too.” You sigh out as your grip tightens on the smaller girl, blush creeping into your face as you feel your own erection push against your boxers and onto her.

To this day you are astonished by this small girls strength and speed as she pulls out of your grasp and grabs something off the table. You let out another before a loud clinking catches your attention as she slides up from your waist to straddle your stomach.

Your eyes snap to her hands as she grabs your wrist and pushes them against her bed frame, slipping one cuff on and sliding it behind the railing and slips it onto your other.

You stare up, shocked by the sudden movements and their results. You yank lightly onto the cuffs and the bed frame moves, hitting the wall gently making a small noise.

Tara quickly grabs your hands and holds them still, a glare on her face as she looks down at you.

“T-tara..” you sputter out as blush once again forms across your cheeks.

“Shh,” she says leaning down, hands still on yours as her lips graze yours. “Wouldn’t want to make too much noise, now would we?” She says teasingly as a smile stretches across her face as her lust filled eyes look down into your worried ones.

“What if we get caught?” You ask, eyes locking onto the door where same could walk in any moment and catch you in such a state.

She presses her lips against yours harshly, one hand moving the your jaw as the other stays on your bound hands. Your lips move in sync as the kiss deepens further, her body pressed against yours and she slowly feels your cock harden as she does so and she can’t help but smirk lightly at how easy it was to get you going. She hadn’t even touched you and yet here you were, ready for her to start.

But there was no doubt in her mind that she was still going to touch and tease you first before starting.

The thoughts of Sam walking In immediately leave as you let out a small whine and pull against you restraints, desperate to touch the girl above you. Tara’s hand tighten on yours and her teeth nip your bottom lip. You open your mouth slightly from the sudden intrusion and she takes the opportunity to slip her tongue into your mouth.

Oh, this was going to be fun. Will it cause yet another fight between her and her sister? Yes. Does she really care at the moment? Absolutely not.

She’ll just use this as another excuse to rebel against the older Carpenter.

[flickering-nightfall]

I loveee how you draw iterator antennae,, please tell how do you design them?? Personally for me one of the hardest parts of designing iterators

Also - Love you art! Have a good day/night :)

Tysm <3

This one's tough, I don't really think too hard about how I design antennae. I just go with whatever looks right and fits the character lol but I'll try to talk about it anyways.

Moon and Pebbles are based off their in-game appearances. They have changes between depictions though so there's some wiggle room. Pebbles' is based off his sprite and Moon's off of one of her art pieces. (Her dull blue color is pulled from her sprite.) This seems to be popular in fan depictions too.

Sig and Suns are also based off official depictions. Sig I took some more liberties with - he really should have rounder, more protruding headphone bases. But I wanted some variety in headphone bases and he kind of just... ended up with a geometric shape theme to match his diamond mark. This is their only official image, so I just shrugged and gave them some broad small antennae that would be hidden at the back from this front angle, because I wanted to. (Bald Sig is valid but I like what I did hah)

Suns is a mix between the in-game art and the concept art by (I'm never sure what name to use here, but the art listed on the wiki is by-) Minkimaro. Mine's gotten more blocky/volumetric antennae over time, and every time I draw them their collar gets bigger. It's an addiction. They have to be comfy.

Wind and Innocence both have more unique antenna, and multiple segments. I wanted to balance them out with the others design-wise, but I wanted them to be distinct from each other too. So Wind gets these wide fan antenna and Innocence get triple thin antenna on joints.

And here's some OCs for variety.

I guess here's some stuff to chew on-

Shape, width, size of the base headphone parts

Shape, width, size of the antennae

How many antennae? Are the antennae all the same size/shape?

Embellishments (such as the extra details on Flicker's)

Does the design suit the character's look? If they can emote with the antennae, how does that fit their personality?

If it matters to you, how do your antenna work, mechanically speaking? If they can move, do they have ranges? For example - Suns' antennae have great horizontal range, but they can't fold them down past their headphone bases.

[yanderestarangel]

𝐇𝐄𝐀𝐃𝐊𝐀𝐍𝐎𝐍𝐒 𝐌𝐊1 | 𝐇𝐀𝐋𝐋𝐎𝐖𝐄𝐄𝐍 𝐄𝐃𝐈𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍 | 𝐃𝐀𝐑𝐊 𝐒𝐌𝐔𝐓

TW: smut, vaginal sex, afab anatomy, no pronouns used other than "you", m!masturbation, bloodkink, rough sex, degradation, stalking, small compliments, halloween themes, knife!play.

♡ 𝐂𝐀𝐒𝐓 ♡

➛ 𝐁𝐈 𝐇𝐀𝐍 𝐚𝐬 𝐁𝐀𝐃 𝐖𝐎𝐋𝐅

➛ 𝐓𝐎𝐌𝐀𝐒 𝐕𝐑𝐁𝐀𝐃𝐀 𝐚𝐬 𝐕𝐀𝐌𝐏𝐈𝐑𝐄

➛ 𝐒𝐘𝐙𝐎𝐓𝐇 𝐚𝐬 𝐆𝐇𝐎𝐒𝐓𝐅𝐀𝐂𝐄

— 𝐁𝐀𝐃 𝐖𝐎𝐋𝐅!𝐁𝐈 𝐇𝐀𝐍 𝐗 𝐋𝐈𝐓𝐓𝐋𝐄 𝐑𝐄𝐃 𝐑𝐈𝐃𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐇𝐎𝐎𝐃!𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐃𝐄𝐑

You were Little Red Riding Hood, on vacation from college you decided to walk through the forest, but soon got lost, finding the big bad wolf Bi Han, shirtless, black pants, and smiling showing his sharp fangs. "-Lost, hmm? Well, how lucky for me to have stumbled upon such a delicious treat in my forest. Tell me, little boy, have you ever been devoured by a wolf before?" -Bi Han licked his lips, his eyes fixed on your cleavage as he approached you, his voice was low and seductive as he spoke. He reached out, gently tracing his finger along the curve of your breasts. The sensation sent shivers down his spine, a mix of fear and excitement coursing through his veins.

"-It seems that Little Red Riding Hood wants to be devoured, by me." -His voice was a dangerous whisper, full of promises of pleasure and danger, as he continued to run his fingers over your exposed skin, a soft moan escaped your lips. The touch, so forbidden and yet so alluring, awakened a primal desire within you.

Bi Han pressed your lips against his, his kiss possessing an intoxicating mix of dominance and tenderness. His hands roamed freely over your body, his touch igniting a fire inside you that threatened to consume you entirely, the forest became his playground, a backdrop for your lustful encounter with the dreaded Big Bad Wolf.

As the two of you locked in a passionate embrace, the sounds of nature mixed with your moans of pleasure. Hiis hands explored every inch of your body, leaving a trail of desire. His dress was discarded lightly, the cool air caressed your bare skin as you gave yourself completely to his touch.

The forest became a symphony of pleasure as Bi Han's lips trailed down his neck, leaving a trail of hot, wet kisses. He took his time, savoring every inch of your body as if he were indulging in the most decadent feast. His tongue caressed your sensitive skin, sending waves of pleasure coursing through you.

"-You're so wet, little one. Do you want me to take you right here, in the middle of the forest? To fuck you hard until you can't walk in a straight line?" With a hunger that matched his namesake, Bi Han's hands went to his waist, lifting your effortlessly and pressing your against a nearby tree. The rough bark scratched her back.

"-I can see how eager you are for some...attention" -He purred, his voice rough and seductive. His strong hands roamed your body, tracing the curves of your ass and the delicate lace of her panties, the sensation sent shivers of pleasure through you, making your pussy throb with anticipation.

As he pressed his bulging cock against your clothed pussy, you couldn't suppress a moan. The friction caused by the fabric only increased his desire, and you could feel the wetness running down the lace, staining it with your arousal.

Bi Han's lips curled into a mischievous smile as he felt her wetness against his hardness. He leaned closer, his warm breath brushing your ear. "-You like feeling my dick against your pussy, don't you? You're such a naughty little thing, getting all wet for me."

His hands tightened on his waist, pulling you closer to him, the pressure between your bodies becoming more intense.

Every touch, every brush of his cock against your sensitive flesh, sent waves of pleasure through his body. You were completely at his mercy, lost in the heady mix of pleasure and danger.

Bi Han pulled your panties aside, exposing your glistening pussy to his hungry gaze, your eyes met his, and with one quick thrust, Bi Han filled you completely, stretching you to your limit. The sensation was overwhelming, a mixture of pleasure and pain that made you plunge into a haze of bliss. He began to move, his hips rocking in a steady rhythm, each thrust hitting all the right spots. Finally, with a guttural moan, Bi Han released inside you, his hot seed filling you completely. The wave of pleasure crashed over you, your body convulsing as you surfed the waves of ecstasy. As you both caught your breath, Bi Han leaned in, placing a possessive kiss on your lips.

"-Remember, little one, this forest is mine. And now, so are you."

And with that, he disappeared into the shadows, leaving you breathless and wanting more.

— 𝐕𝐀𝐌𝐏𝐈𝐑𝐄!𝐓𝐎𝐌𝐀𝐒 𝐕𝐑𝐁𝐀𝐃𝐀 𝐗 𝐏𝐄𝐀𝐒𝐀𝐍𝐓!𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐃𝐄𝐑

Tomas Vrbada was a lonely vampire and you were a peasant, walking around his castle, picking some fruit, soon Tomas sees you, luring you to his castle using his curiosity for the occult.

You soon enter his dark castle. "-Oh, a little human peasant in my castle?" -Tomas spoke calmly, but excited to finally have company, wearing the black cloak as he towered over you, he smiled, his eyes shining with a mixture of mischief and desire. He took a step closer, his gaze fixed on your breasts bouncing with hunger.

"-There is no need to apologize, my dear. You stumbled upon my humble abode and I must say that you piqued my interest" -He said, his voice low and seductive.

As you backed away,Tomas followed, his long strides closing the distance between you. His eyes never left your chest, his own arousal becoming evident as he watched your breasts bounce seductively beneath the fabric of your peasant dress. Tomas reached out his hand, brushing your arm gently, sending a shiver down your spine, his touch was cold but electric, lighting a fire inside you.

"-There is something in you, A certain innocence that begs to be corrupted. Will I be the one to awaken your darkest desires?" -Tomas's smile widened, his fangs gleaming in the castle's dim light. He moved closer, his hand still resting on your arm, his touch sending waves of excitement and uncertainty through your body. "-You may be here for fruit, but I feel like there's something else that draws you to me.." -Tomas' gaze traveled to your exposed chest, his eyes filled with desire. "-Your beauty is undeniable" -he admitted, his voice hoarse.. "-And its unique nature only adds to the intrigue." His fingers gently ran down your arm. "-Would you allow me to show you a world beyond the limits of the mundane? A world full of pleasure and ecstasy?"

The vampire moved closer, his lips brushing his ear as he spoke in a low, sensual tone. "-I can promise you an experience unlike any other, my dear. One that will awaken your deepest desires and fulfill your wildest fantasies. Will you take my hand and let me guide you into the darkness?"

Tomas' eyes shone with hunger and excitement as he sank his fangs into your neck, injecting his vampiric venom into you. The poison coursed through your veins, sharpening your senses and awakening an insatiable lust within you. His body shook as the poison took effect, your pussy instantly became wet with desire.

With a quick, deliberate movement,Tomas guided you to the goth couch, his hard cock pressing into your clothed pussy. He watched with dark intensity as you began to rub your wetness against his throbbing member, the friction sending waves of pleasure coursing through your body. You both moaned in unison, the heady sounds filling the air.

Tomas's hands roamed his body, his touch electric and demanding. He ran his fingers down the curve of her back, holding your waist possessively. His lips captured yours in a passionate, hungry kiss, his tongue exploring the depths of your mouth. The taste of his pre-cum mixed with his saliva, intensifying the sensations pulsing through you.

As you continued to grind against him, your arousal increasing with each movement, Tomas's grip tightened. He guided your hips, increasing the pressure and the pace. His wetness coated his shaft, the anticipation of penetration reaching an exquisite peak.

But just as the pleasure threatened to consume you, Tomas pulled away, his eyes filled with perverse desire."-Not yet my dear, we have all the time in the world to savor every moment."

With a devilish grin, Tomas shifted position, his body now hovering over his. He trailed kisses along your neck, his fangs brushing your skin, heightening your arousal even more. His hands explored the curves of your body, teasing and caressing every inch.

"-Tell me, my dear... what else do you long for? What other pleasures should I grant you?"

Tomas's eyes burned with a mix of desire and hunger as he exposed your dripping wet pussy. He didn't waste any time, slowly but surely pushing his thick cock inside you. A gasp escaped your lips as you felt the fullness of him, stretching you deliciously with each inch that entered your tight warmth.

Your moans filled the air, a symphony of pleasure intertwining with the sound of Tomas's own whimpering. The slow, deliberate thrusts sent waves of pleasure coursing through your body, causing your walls to clench around him in a desperate attempt to pull him deeper.

As you rode his cock, the sensations became overwhelming. The friction of his member sliding in and out of your wetness sent bolts of pleasure shooting through you. Your hips moved in sync with his, grinding and gyrating in a desperate search for release.

Tomas's hands gripped your hips, guiding your movements, urging you to take him deeper. The intensity of his gaze never wavered as he watched you ride him, his own pleasure evident in the way his breathing quickened and his muscles tensed beneath you.

The room was filled with the sounds of your bodies coming together, the wet, slapping noises of your skin meeting, mingling with your moans and gasps of pleasure. The air grew thick with the heady scent of sex, fueling your desire even further.

With every thrust, every movement, you could feel the tension building, the coil of pleasure tightening within you. It was a slow burn, an exquisite torture, as you both approached the peak of ecstasy. And when it finally crashed over you, it was like a tidal wave, consuming you both in a symphony of pleasure and release. Tomas's fangs sank into your neck once again, the mixture of pain and pleasure sending shockwaves through your body. As he drank your blood, his praise filled the air, his voice a sultry melody in your ear.

"-Mmm, my sweet, intoxicating feast..." -he murmured "-Your blood, so delicious... so alluring." Tomas continued to drink, his lips moving against your skin, his tongue lapping up every drop.

The sensation of his mouth on your neck combined with the relentless pounding of his cock inside you pushed you further into a state of ecstasy. Your pussy tightened around him, milking his member with every powerful movement.

Tomas's grip on your hips tightened, his fingers digging into your flesh as he matched your increased pace. His breath was hot against your skin as he whispered in between sips of your blood. "-You are exquisite, my sweetheart, so willing, so eager to please. I can feel you clenching around me, taking me deeper. Such a good little slut."

His words only served to fuel your pleasure, igniting a fire within you that burned hotter and brighter with each passing moment. The sound of your bodies colliding, the wetness of your juices mingling with the scent of blood and sex, created a symphony of desire that echoed throughout the room.

As Tomas continued to drink from you, his thrusts grew more demanding, more urgent. The pleasure built to an unbearable crescendo, the coil of need within you ready to snap. And when it did, it was a cataclysmic release, both of pleasure and blood, that left you breathless and spent in his embrace, it was like an explosion, a burst of pleasure that radiated through every fiber of your being. Your body convulsed, your pussy clenching around Tomas's cock in a mind-shattering orgasm. The room seemed to spin as you both rode the waves of ecstasy, lost in a world of pure, unadulterated pleasure. "-You're my sweet little vampire now."

— 𝐆𝐇𝐎𝐒𝐓𝐅𝐀𝐂𝐄!𝐒𝐘𝐙𝐎𝐓𝐇 𝐗 𝐅𝐈𝐍𝐀𝐋!𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐃𝐄𝐑

It was Halloween night, all your friends had gone out to a party, but you decided to stay at home because of rumors of a new ghostfsce. But soon soon feeling watched. You heard the phone ring, with a thick, modified voice on the other end.

"-Hi (Y/N)...alone tonight baby? I'm going to make you scream." -Syzoth, the new ghostface, spoke on the line, it sounded like a threat but with lust. You soon get pissed off with the unknown modulated and thick voice on the other end of the line. "-Oh, baby, don't be mad. It's just a little game I like to play. I love seeing fear mixed with desire in your eyes. It gets me so fucking hard." Syzoth taunted, his voice dripping with sadistic pleasure.

The sound of skin against skin filled the air, the unmistakable rhythm of a handjob. It was as if he was pleasuring himself while tormenting you. His laughter echoed through the phone, a wicked symphony of dominance and arousal. As much as you wanted to resist, a part of you couldn't help but feel a tingle of excitement. The combination of fear and forbidden pleasure was intoxicating, igniting a fire within you. Your anger mingled with a growing anticipation, and your body responded to the sounds on the other end of the line. "-Fuck, baby, you have no idea what you're getting yourself into. I'll make you scream, but it won't be from fear alone. You're going to beg me for more." -Syzoth responded, his voice filled with a sinister promise. "-You can call me your worst nightmare, your darkest desire."

"-Just imagine my fingers slipping inside you, making your little pussy wet and desperate for more, I'm going to take you on a wild ride tonight, one that will make you scream and beg for more. You can resist if you want, but we both know deep down that you crave this, that you want to submit to my every command." -He continues talking, while you heard small distinct moans from the killer's modulated voice, while you heard the sound of handjobs increase on the other side. "-I'm the one who's been watching you, fantasizing about you. I know all your dirty secrets, your deepest desires. And tonight, I'm going to fulfill them, you can call me your worst nightmare, your darkest desire."

You hang up the phone, the explanation and fear ran through your body, then you hear footsteps around the house, seeing the kitchen glass door completely broken, he was already inside your house, it was a game of cat and mouse now. Syzoth, wearing the Ghostface mask, chased after you as you desperately tried to escape his clutches. Fear and anticipation surged through your veins, causing your heart to race and your breath to come in ragged gasps. But no matter how hard you tried to outrun him, his predatory instincts allowed him to catch up to you, sending you crashing onto the floor.

As you lay there, your body trembling, Syzoth loomed over you, his sadistic smile visible through the eyeholes of the mask. The glint of the knife in his hand sent a thrilling chill down your spine, heightening the intensity of the moment. Your eyes darted between his face and the sight of his hard, throbbing cock, and a mixture of fear and arousal flooded your senses.

With a wicked grin, Syzoth slowly removed his mask, revealing his handsome, yet twisted face. His eyes held a dark, almost hypnotic allure that drew you in, making you feel both captivated and vulnerable. The sight of his face, combined with the dangerous lust in his eyes, sent a surge of desire coursing through your body. With a swift motion, he tore at your clothes, exposing your breasts and your wet, eager pussy to his hungry gaze.

The sharp edge of the knife pressed against your throat, adding a dangerous element to the already intense situation, your arousal and making you moan with a combination of delight and agony.

As Syzoth positioned himself between your legs, his thick, throbbing cock poised at your entrance, you could feel the weight of his dominance, of his control, in every touch. He relished in the degradation, in the power he held over you, and you found yourself drawn to this twisted dynamic, craving more of his touch, more of his dominance.

Without hesitation, he pushed himself inside you, the sensation of his hardness stretching you, filling you, mingling with the sharp pleasure of the knife against your throat. The pain and pleasure mingled together, creating a heady mix that sent waves of pleasure coursing through your body. Syzoth continued to thrust into you, his movements becoming more urgent. Each stroke pushed you closer to the edge, your body responding eagerly to his touch. The pleasure built within you, threatening to consume you entirely, as you surrendered yourself completely to the intoxicating mix of pain, pleasure, and submission, he continues to thrust into you with a force that borders on roug. "-You're just a filthy little slut, aren't you?" -Syzoth sneers, his voice dripping with contempt. "-You love being used like this, don't you? Begging for my cock while I hold this knife against your delicate skin."

"-Look at you (Y/N), all spread open, taking my cock like the whore you are, you're nothing more than a fuck toy for my pleasure." -With every thrust, every word, he exerts his power over you, leaving you completely at his mercy. The intensity of the moment consumes you, erasing any trace of inhibition or shame. You exist solely to please him. You got even wetter, your pussy milked Syzoth's cock, making him laugh. "-You like being degraded, don't you, you filthy little slut?" -Syzoth growls, his voice laced with dark pleasure.

"-You're nothing but a fuck toy for my amusement. Look at you, all exposed and wet, begging for my cock, you're so desperate for the pain and pleasure I give you... Pathetic. You're nothing more than a plaything for my sadistic pleasure, I'll use you however I please, and you'll take it willingly, won't you? Because deep down, you're just a filthy little whore who craves my rough touch."

As Syzoth takes out his cell phone, a sinister grin spreads across his face. He relishes in the power he holds over you, using the device to capture your vulnerability and submission. With a firm grip on your hair, he positions you face down, presenting your backside to him.

"-Look at the camera, you little slut." -Syzoth hisses with a sadistic edge. "-Show me that you're nothing more than a dirty fucktoy, ready to be used and discarded. Smile for me, my little whore."

As Syzoth continues to pound into you, he taunts you further, his voice dripping with dominance. "-You're just a tight hole for me." he sneers. "-You exist solely to be fucked and filled. Moan for the camera, let everyone see what a filthy slut you truly are."

The sound of the camera clicking in the background serves as a constant reminder of your exposure, heightening your arousal and pushing you further into subspace. His words, laced with degradation and desire, fuel your own pleasure, igniting a fiery desire within you.

With each command and each thrust, you feel yourself losing control, surrendering completely to the dark desires that consume you. The pleasure and degradation blend together, creating an intoxicating cocktail of sensations that overwhelm your senses.

As he nears his own climax, his thrusts become more urgent, driving you both closer to the edge. The camera continues to capture the explicit moments, freezing them in time as a testament to the intensity of your encounter.

Finally, with a primal groan, Syzoth releases his hot load deep inside you, claiming you as his own. The sensation of his warm cum filling you triggers your own orgasm, sending shockwaves of pleasure cascading through your body.

Syzoth, still in his Ghostface costume, gazes down at you with a mixture of satisfaction and dominance. He knows that he has pushed your boundaries and taken you to the edge of lust. "-I'll see you next Halloween (Y/N)."

©YANDERESTARANGEL 2023

[tumbleweed-writes]

From your smut prompt list....how about #1 and #44 for my favorite scotsman Chibs?

Belonging.

I have zero idea how this got so filthy. I would apologize for the filth, but it's smut. What'd ya expect???

18+ Only obviously.

Chibs pushes Y/N away in a poorly thought out attempt to protect her . Y/N decides to go on a date with a rebound to mend her broken heart and Chibs is left trying to remind Y/N that they belong with one another.

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This date was a terrible idea. In fact, it might be the worst idea she’d ever had in her entire life. The thought danced through her head as she studied herself in the floor length mirror in her bedroom. A voice in the back of her head exclaimed that the polite and handsome rookie cop who’d asked her on a date was not quite worthy of the pretty little floral dress she’d chosen to wear.

The white knee length dress was adorned with red roses and the sweetheart neckline gave a perfect view of her cleavage. The red heels she’d worn with it made her legs look so appealing. She’d spent far too long curling her hair and picking out a perfect shade of red lipstick to match the roses on her dress.

The dress had been bought with a much different man in mind. Her heart ached as it reminded her that this man was clearly no longer worthy of this dress.

When she met Filip Chibs Telford she should have been wise enough to know he would break her heart.

She had been new in town opening a bakery not far from Floyd’s Barbershop on main street. She’d used what little inheritance she’d received from her grandfather to follow her dreams and open a bakery. She’d taken a huge risk having left her safe and stable job to follow her passions and open her own business. She’d been praying the risk would pay off.

She’d chosen to move from San Francisco out to Charming, California. She’d been charmed by the name, no pun intended, and the small town atmosphere.  It felt like the perfect place to follow her dreams.

One of her very first customers had been one Gemma Teller Morrow.

The intimidating looking Queen of SAMCRO had been looking for a birthday cake for her grandson and had been impressed with Y/N’s work.

Y/N had been nervous but delighted to have her first big client and she’d thrown herself into making the Harley Davidson themed cake for the toddler.

The men who had been sent to pick up said cake had not been what she’d been expecting. The Scotsman in particular had caught her attention; the accent quite uncommon in the middle of northern California.

She’d been unaware that she had caught his attention as well. 

At the time of their first meeting she’d been a bit distracted by Bobby Munson who’d been talking to her about the secret to a perfect muffin. She’d not noticed the Scottish Son admiring her during the discussion she’d been having with Bobby over preferred leavening agents and the perfect ratio of fruit to batter in blueberry muffins.

Bobby had become a frequent visitor to her bakery after the birthday cake job, and much to her shock the Scotsman had joined him more often than not.

The very first conversation Chibs and she had ever had one on one had been over shortbread, in particular his praise for her shortbread. She’d taken it as a genuine compliment when he’d admitted that her Scottish shortbread was the best he’d had stateside.

A friendship had formed between Chibs and she, although she knew to outsiders it might appear to be a strange friendship; the scary looking forty something year old outlaw biker being so buddy buddy with the young sweet looking baker. It was an odd mix; leather and whiskey with floral dresses and cupcakes.

The change in their friendship had come unexpectedly. She’d had some trouble with a local developer who’d been visiting Charming; the man had begun attempting to intimidate Y/N into backing out of her lease. He’d been quite pushy with a few of the businesses on main street.

He had intentions of building some upscale condos and high end retail on the street. He thought Charming would be a perfect getaway for yuppies looking to escape the big city. 

Apparently the landlord who owned this particular strip of buildings on main street was not interested in selling the property. He’d figured he had a pretty good deal going with the businesses operating there as most had been there for decades. 

So the developer had taken to attempting to get the business owners who were renting the shop spaces to back out of their lease. 

His attempts to get Y/N to give up her retail space had been friendly at first, until it had become clear that she was not interested in moving from her place of business no matter how much money he was willing to throw at her. 

He’d gotten quite demanding and it had become full on harassment. 

SAMCRO didn’t take kindly to the developer taking an interest in Charming’s real estate if it meant bringing in outsiders to the safe haven that was Charming, and Chibs had not taken kindly to the man attempting to intimidate the pretty young baker who he’d taken such a liking to.

SAMCRO had been willing to come to her defense and Chibs had seemed to take quite the pleasure in scaring off the developer.

Y/N’s intention to thank the guys with baked goods, and Chibs with his own batch of Scottish Shortbread, had been started with innocent intentions.

The guys had appreciated the muffins she’d baked them as well as the cake. Chibs had appreciated the shortbread…but somehow her thank you to him had gotten a little out of hand.

One second he’d been standing in her shop accepting the box of shortbread and the next minute her lips had been pressed to his; his hands caressing her body.

She was grateful that the bakery had been closed and it had been late enough at night because Chibs had wound up taking her back to the kitchen and one thing had led to another. She was sure the health department would shut her down if they’d ever known just what she allowed Chibs to do to her, bending her over the counter, and what they’d done on the floor. 

They’d laid side by side nude on the kitchen floor both out of breath staring up at the ceiling when the words had left him. “I think it kinda goes without sayin that I like ye a lot.”

The giggle that had left her made a smile cross his features, the smile only growing as she spoke in response. “Good, I like you a lot too.”

Things had been good; they’d been happy.

Then things had changed. Jax Teller had taken the gavel becoming club pres and Chibs had become his SGT At Arms.

With the new title came some unexpected distance between Chibs and she. Y/N had figured at first that perhaps Chibs had just been busy given all the changes in the club, but then weeks had gone by and then before she knew it a month had gone by and she barely heard from him.

She’d made several attempts to reconnect with him and find the spark they seemed to have lost; but he’d just seemed to brush off her attempts. She’d called and paid visits to TM Auto…she’d even visited the clubhouse and his apartment, but he’d seemed so eager to push her away.

The last interaction they’d had told her all she needed to know.

They’d been standing in his dorm room at the clubhouse after she’d paid a visit practically begging him to just give her a moment of his time. 

She could remember the words that she’d said to him. “Lately, I just feel like maybe you don’t love me as much as I love you. I just feel so…neglected. I know you’re busy, but I’d like to at least feel like you still have a moment for me in your life. Lately, it feels like I have to fight tooth and nail to get you to glance my way. I know there’s been a lot of changes for you in the club, and I’m trying to be supportive…I am trying so hard to meet you halfway, but it feels like I’m the only one trying. I feel like I’m fighting so hard for us. I’m so tired of fighting, Filip…I can’t be the only one fighting for us.”

The words she’d gotten in response had felt like a knife to the chest. “Maybe it aint worth fightin fer.”

“I love you, how is that not worth fighting for?” She questioned not above pleading with him. This just seemed to be coming out of left field. She didn’t understand how he could claim that they weren’t worth fighting for.

He’d always made her feel so loved and adored. She felt so connected to him. He made her feel so wonderful. How had he changed so quickly without even a moment's notice? 

The response she got cut her all the more deeply. “Jus leave me alone, Y/N.”

He paused the next words that left him sounding uncharacteristically cruel. “It was fun while it lasted, aye? Ye were a good fuck. We got each other off and it was all good n’ well. Shite is getting too deep between us lately; too personal. It’s gettin a wee bit pathetic on yer half. Yer clingy and desperate. Like I said, shite is pathetic. I can’t do commitment, Lass. I ain't the type to give ye the white wedding and white picket fence. We’re two different people from two very different worlds. We should own up to the fact that our paths ain’t goin to align. Ye shoulda known from the start what this shite was between us. This was never anythin serious fer me. I don’t love ye.”

Those words had shattered her heart; she only managed to step back from him as though he’d slapped her. She spoke, her words harsh, tears flooding her vision. “I wish I had never met you.”

With that she’d turned away and fled from his room and his life.

She’d allowed herself time to cry and have the biggest pity party known to man. Then she’d done her very best to put on a brave face and carry on with her life without Chibs Telford. She had returned to work and pasted a smile on her face. She’d thrown herself into her work. She had ignored the looks of pity that had been sent her way as Bobby and a few brave members of SAMCRO had dared to still come to her shop for baked goods.

She’d not seen neither hide nor hair of Chibs Telford though, and even though her heart might claim differently, her head insisted that it was just as well for her.

Even if her heart screamed that it was a lie; she swore that she never cared to see Filip Chibs Telford ever again as long as she lived and breathed. 

When a handsome young rookie cop had stepped into her shop with his little sister in tow looking to buy a treat for the girl; Y/N had been flattered by his obvious flirtation. She hated to admit it was cute. Guys who were good with kids were appealing. 

Though she didn’t quite get the same weak kneed putty feeling she got when Chibs flirted with her; she’d forced herself to flirt back with the young officer.

When he’d come back a week ago and asked her out for dinner, she’d said yes despite her heart screaming at her that she was not ready.

That was how she wound up sitting at an Italian restaurant on main street with her date. The restaurant was nice; romantic and cozy. The candlelight failed to invoke romantic notions in Y/N though as she stared at her date.

Seth; his name was Seth.

He was sweet, intelligent, handsome, and funny. He was kind and seemed as though he was passionate about his work. He had brought her a bouquet of roses and complemented her outfit. He’d held the car door open for her. He’d hung on every word she’d said tonight. He didn’t do a thing for her though. 

There was no spark there at all. He didn’t make her heart skip a beat. He didn’t make her feel that stir of lust deep within her. He didn’t make butterflies fill her belly. He didn’t make her feel like a nervous schoolgirl. 

She found herself comparing him to a certain Scotsman. He had a nice smile but his smile was missing the dimples she adored in Chibs. He had a charm to him; but it was not the same charm Chibs Telford had mastered. He was handsome and young, but Chibs was handsome in his own right and she was fond of the gray along his temples. Seth had a slow California accent but it was nothing like Chibs’ thick Scottish brogue. Seth was brave due to his career, but she didn’t feel the same sense of protection she felt around Chibs. He was funny, but he failed to make her laugh as hard as Chibs though. He was sexually appealing, but she didn’t find herself picturing what he might be like in bed. A voice in the back of her head exclaimed that he could not please her the way Chibs had done.

Chibs Telford had ruined her for other men, and she despised him for it. 

It felt hopeless. She hated that she was on a date with a nice and socially acceptable man and all she could think about was the socially unacceptable man who had been awful to her the last time they’d spoken. How was she this pathetic?

She loved a man who did not want nor love her. She could not think of anything more pitiful. 

She frowned as Seth spoke a frown crossing his features. “What do you think?”

“About?” She dared to ask hoping it was not so obvious she’d not been paying attention to a word he’d said thus far. She had no idea what they were even talking about.

“The sushi place they’re putting in? It’s going in out near that coffee shop by Jones Appliance Repair. Everyone’s been talking about it.” Seth explained the frown deepening he most likely picking up on the fact that she’d not been paying attention to him nor the conversation he’d been attempting to carry along with her.

“Oh, uh, I’d be curious to try it out.” She remarked her cheeks flushing ever so slightly mortified it was obvious she was not able to focus on this date at all.

Seth scrunched his nose up at the response he fast to reply. “Oh, I don’t think I’d be brave enough to try it. Eating raw fish just seems kind of unsanitary. I don’t know…seems like it might make you sick. I mean you really aren't supposed to eat raw meat, ya know?.”

She bit the inside of her cheek, tempted to snap that people ate sushi all the time and fared just fine. She pushed back the comment ignoring the voice in the back of her head that claimed Chibs would endure trying it with her even if he felt wary of it. He would try it if he thought it would make her happy.

She hated the thought, reminding herself that Chibs cared very little about what made her happy. If he cared about her happiness, he would not have broken her heart.

He didn’t love her. He’d said the words himself. Nothing between them had been serious according to him. He did not want her. 

“Are you okay? You seem miles away.” Seth observed she cringing at the statement.

She sighed, deciding to just be honest with him. He seemed like a nice enough guy and she felt guilty that she was unable to really commit to this date. She was using him as a rebound and she felt awful for using him in such a way. She felt like an awful person. Didn’t hurt people hurt people though? “I just got out of a relationship…he broke up with me and I guess, I’m still kind of heartbroken over it. I found out he wasn’t taking it as seriously as I was…or at least that’s what he said. I guess I'm still in love with him…which sucks, because he doesn’t love me. You’re a nice guy, but my head and heart are kind of a mess right now. Rejection stings, and my heart just feels so heavy lately. I guess, I’m just not entirely ready for any of this…I thought this date would be a good idea, but I’m just not ready.”

Seth nodded his head, reaching down to toy with the polished fork on the table. “Your ex is that Scottish guy, right? The biker, he’s in that club, The Sons of Anarchy?”

She furrowed her brow at the comment. She knew SAMCRO was well known around town…but she found it strange that Seth would have enough knowledge about the club to place the fact that she’d been previously involved with Chibs. She spoke the words flying from her lips. “How do you know that?”

Seth shrugged his shoulders he fast to respond. “I’ve seen them around town…saw you on the back of the Scottish guy’s bike once a few months back.”

He was fast to speak again. “Sheriff Roosevelt knows the Sons of Anarchy are up to no good despite their company line of just being motorcycle enthusiasts. The last sheriff Charming had was apparently way too willing to turn the other cheek when it came to SAMCRO. Pretty sure old Unser was just as crooked as the MC. Now that San Joaquin has absorbed the Charming Police department, the days of turning the other cheek are over. Most honest cops worth their salt would love to bust those guys. I’ve seen the records these guys have, the Scottish guy too. They’re criminals, there’s no way of sugar coating it. It’s some crazy shit. They’re an international organization, don’t know if you knew that. The Feds have tried and failed to bust them. The ATF were in town a few years back and they didn’t manage to pin them down the way they’d hoped. So, if the local PD did it, it’d be impressive.”

He paused, shrugging his shoulders the words that left his lips sounding so nonchalant. “I imagine you have to know something about what they’re up to given you dated one of them. I mean, I’m pretty sure you’re smart enough to see the red flags he must have been giving off.”

“Did you ask me out so you could dig for information about my ex and SAMCRO?” She snapped, the thought making her blood boil.

She was being used wasn’t she?

“Not entirely. I asked you out because you’re attractive and you seem like a sweet girl despite your dating history. Anything you might say about your ex and his friends is just a bonus.” Seth remarked.

 Y/N reacted by picking up her wine glass, tossing the liquid within it in his face.

Seth wiped his face, a scoff leaving him, his dress shirt now stained with red wine that had managed to drip down his face before he had a chance to really wipe it away. “Guess you’re really not over the ex if you’re this defensive over it. The guy seriously broke your heart and you’re still protecting him. Dude is a scumbag and you’re this upset about the idea of him being busted.”

He spoke nodding at the large windows, to their left, that gave a view of the street outside the restaurant. “Guess he’s not over you either. I noticed him following us when I picked you up. I’m surprised you didn’t hear his bike or notice him. Like I said though, you’ve been miles away all night. He really did a number on you. It’s a shame. You seemed like such a sweet girl and he’s ruined you, clearly.”

She turned in her seat spotting the motorcycle across the street and the familiar man standing beside it. She could see him standing by his bike, his arms crossed, his eyes squinted as he struggled to peer through the restaurant windows in the dim light of dusk.

She grimaced, torn between wanting to stay here and endure this horrible date or wanting to go outside and risk confronting the man who had broken her heart.

She sighed deciding that her heart was going to hurt either way. She might as well go with the devil she knew.

She spoke, gathering her purse and her jacket. “Lose my number. I am not going to be a career stepping stone for you. I may be ruined, but I’m not stupid nor is my self esteem low enough to let myself be used by another man ever again.”

With that she gathered what little she had left of her pride, ignoring Seth’s comment as she walked away from him. “Don’t come crying to me when he winds up in prison. He’s a criminal, Y/N. Don’t forget that. He’ll never change.”

She kept her head down as she left the restaurant pretending she did not see the Scotsman watching her every move.

She cringed as she heard the sound of a bike starting up. She moved a little quicker knowing it was a futile endeavor as she could not outwalk his Harley especially not in red open toed pumps.

“Get on the bike, Lass.” The comment sounded out beside her.

“Fuck you.” She snapped, daring to glare at him, not stopping her pace.

Chibs sighed, rolling his eyes at the comment. “Aye, I deserve that.”

“No kidding. You’re a real piece of shit, showing up here after the last time I saw you. I hate you.” She remarked her pace speeding up Chibs not giving up riding along beside her slowly.

“Now that ye got that outta yer system, will ye please jus get on the damn bike? What do ye think yer even doin? Are ye seriously goin to walk home? Ye live miles away, Love. Jus let me take ye home.” Chibs responded, flinching a bit at the venom behind her words.

“No, I don’t need a damn thing from you. I am no longer your concern. We were never serious, remember?” She snapped back, turning down an alleyway attempting to escape him.

Chibs remained undeterred, parking his bike at the curb and dismounting it. He followed her down the alleyway, his voice sounding drained. “Come on, Y/N. This is fuckin insanity.”

“The only insane thing is you bothering to show up and crash my date. I think you made it perfectly clear that you wanted me to leave you alone the last time we spoke. You made your thoughts on me and how pathetic I am perfectly crystal clear. Nothing has changed.” Y/N retorted groaning as she neared a dead end, it hitting her that her escape route was useless.

Chibs sighed, unable to stop himself from saying it. “Ye ain’t pathetic. Yer date didn’t look like it was goin so well. A fuckin cop, Love? Really?”

She scoffed at the comment she turning to glare at him, the words falling from her lips, unable to stop herself from taunting him. “Remember we come from two different worlds. In my world I can date a cop and you can’t do a damn thing about it.”

He stepped closer to her his eyes growing dark as he stared down at her. “Aye, maybe so. Ye didn’t look like ye were havin much fun with him though, Lass. Ye looked fuckin miserable all night.”

She glared up at him, deciding to push his buttons all the more, lying through her teeth her words far more vulgar than she’d ever dare them to be in any other conversation. “Oh I’ve had plenty of fun with him, Chibs. You did say I was a good fuck. I thought I’d test the theory with him. I might be desperate and pathetic, but you know how good I feel wrapped around a cock. Maybe I thought I’d try his dick out, see how good I could feel.”

The words made his eyes grow all the darker. He stepped even closer to her his voice picking up a possessive tone. “We both know he can’t fuck ye as good as I can, Love. We both know I could do ye so well ye couldn’t walk the next day. Ye seem to be walkin jus fine righ now which tells me he’s nowhere as good as me.”

Her eyes narrowed, she shoving back the lust creeping up in her at the reminder of just how good Chibs Telford had been in bed. “You lost the right to fuck me the second you broke my heart”.

She paused, stepping back closer to the wall, her words harsh, the pain evident in her voice she clenching her fists refusing to cry in front of him. “You don’t love me, remember? So, why the hell are you even here?”

He cringed at the statement a sense of something she did not expect to see in his eyes washing over him; shame, regret.

He sighed the words leaving him. “I made a mistake.”

Y/N crossed her arms over her chest, she sounded as emotionally drained as she felt. “You can’t just show up like this, Filip. You can’t throw me away and then get mad because some other guy wanted me. I’m not something you can just drop and pick back up at your convenience. I can’t deal with the emotional whiplash. I deserve better than someone who only wants me when someone else shows interest.”

“It ain’ like that. I ain’ jus showin up because some prick wanted ye. I won’t lie and say that Bobby mentionin ye had a date didn’t push me to get off my arse and stop bein so stubborn. This ain’ about me wantin ye only cause someone else does. I never stopped wantin ye.” Chibs struggled the explain the comment, his words only confusing her further.

“You didn’t act like you wanted me very much the last time we spoke. You told me I was the only one taking anything between us seriously.” She pointed out the hurt evident in her voice.

Chibs cringed at the comment, reaching up to run a hand through his hair, a sigh leaving his lips. “I didn’t mean any of it…I thought I was protectin ye.”

“From what?” She exclaimed, annoyance joining her confusion.

He sighed, shaking his head. “From me, Love. I know we never said the words…never acknowledged the truth…I never said out loud jus what I am…what SAMCRO is. I knew ye were smart enough to figure it out…that I’m an outlaw. I’m a criminal and yer innocent.”

She parted her lips wanting to snap that she was not that innocent. She didn’t have the chance though as Chibs spoke again. “I have seen ol ladies come and go in this club. I never took an ol lady before ye…Even after I divorced Fiona…I figured I’d not find anyone I wanted to spend my life with…I watched my brother’s and their ol ladies though…I’ve seen em be treated like shite by my brothers. I’ve seen men treat the women they claim to love like dog shite.”

“You never treated me like that…I mean aside from how you dumped me, that was kind of shitty.” She remarked, her voice soft.

Chibs nodded his head, a heavy sigh leaving him. “Aye that may be true. It wasn’t jus kinda shite love, I was a piece of shite.”

He paused, forcing himself to say the words he should have said to her from the start. “The violence that the life I’ve chosen requires…I never wanted ye to experience it. The role I’ve taken in the club..Sgt at Arms..it requires a certain level of violence…violence I’m perfectly capable of…it’s a side of me I never wanted ye to know existed in me…the life I’ve chosen to live chews ye up and spits ye back out. I’ve seen it break more people than I care to admit…and I’ve lost more than a few people in my life. I got in my head thinkin bout ye, thinkin bout how much I love ye…how pure bein in love with ye feels. Told myself the life I chose to live would jus taint that purity, that the world that comes with me would break ye. I couldn’t let it happen. I love ye, and I’d rather let ye go than lose ye or make ye think I’m a monster.”

“So, you just broke my heart instead of telling me how you felt? That was the plan?” She snapped, absorbing the words rolling them around in her head soaking them in.

He loved her.

She knew of course just what he was…she was not stupid. She didn’t buy the whole innocent motorcycle enthusiast lie SAMCRO loved to spin. She had spotted the occasional signs that Chibs’ day to day life consisted of more than just being a mechanic at TM Auto. He carried a burner cell and weapons for heaven's sake. Those were pretty big red flags if there ever were any. 

The red flags had never pushed her from Chibs. He’d seemed so sweet and had been a perfect gentleman to her. She’d told herself that anyone who could treat her with such adoration could not be a danger to her. She’d ignored any sense of self preservation that told her he was dangerous and had followed her heart with him.

She also heard the whispers around town. Charming’s local populace seemed to be well aware that SAMCRO was up to no good. They seemed to tolerate the club as a necessary evil of sorts.

She’d told herself that the men she’d gotten to know, who so often frequented her bakery, were not a threat to her.  

Chibs sighed nodding his head wordlessly as Y/N spoke the words leaving her. “You’re an idiot, Filip.”

He felt a small smirk cross his features at the comment. “Aye, been called worse.”

He sighed the smirk dropping from his lips the words sounding certain as they left him. “I fucked up, Love. I thought I was doin the righ thing…lettin ye go. It fuckin hurts though. I miss ye. My heart misses ye. This past month has been miserable without ye. When I found out some fuckin cop was takin ye out on a date, I bout lost my mind. I came out here tonigh to…I don’t know…see ye from afar, maybe work up my nerve to crash yer date…try to win ye back. I figured if I got here and ye seemed happy, then I’d let ye go…but ye don’t seem happy. I don’t think either of us are happy apart, Love.”

She sighed resting against the brick wall of the building behind her the words leaving her. “I don’t know what to do with this, Filip. I mean it. I can’t deal with the emotional whiplash. This past month has sucked. I’m not happy apart from you…I’m afraid of letting you back in though. How do I know you aren’t just going to drop me the next time you get too lost in your head? I know what you are, Filip. I’m not an idiot. I care about you enough to learn to accept that side of you…I’ve been accepting thus far…I’m so hesitant to learn to trust you again though… I can’t listen to you tell me you don’t love me again. I can’t let you break my heart in some hairbrained attempt to protect me again.”

He let out a sigh of his own, his heart sinking, fearing that it was too little too late. Perhaps he’d ruined the one good thing he seemed to have going for him.

He swallowed the lump in his throat knowing he had to try to fix this. He was going to try as hard as he could. “I know I really fucked up, Lass. I swear to God though that I will spend the rest of my life tryin to make up fer how much I hurt ye. I know I don’t deserve a second chance, but I’m beggin fer ye to give me a chance. I will do whatever it takes to get ye to let me back in. I’ll work fer it day and night if that’s what it takes. Yer the best thing I got in my life…the purest, I aint known many pure things in my life. Bein with ye made me feel like I migh jus be a good man even with all the shite I’ve done and all the pain I’ve caused fer the club…Bein without ye, it’s been hell fer me. I can’t eat, I can’t sleep, and I can’t focus. I’ve been a grouchy fuck, accordin to Bobby at least.  I fuckin broke yer heart and my own in the process. I want to fix it, Love. I want to fix our hearts if yer willin to give me the chance. Jus give me the chance to put our hearts back together. Let me try.”

She felt her throat grow tight at this, her eyes growing damp, Chibs fearing she was about to tell him that there was no chance for them. His fears died as she spoke, her voice weepy. “Oh, Filip.”

She reached for him, her hand pressing to his cheek he leaning into her touch as she spoke. “I don’t want to feel this miserable ever again. Please, don’t make me feel that awful ever again.”

“Never, Love.” He reassured her his hands reaching out to press to her sides, thankful that she did not yank away from him as he pulled her into an embrace.

He leaned down his lips sliding across her, the kiss starting out slow and sweet, almost as hesitant as their very first kiss.

The kiss quickly grew deep and impassioned the realization of just how much they’d longed for one another growing apparent. 

She slid a hand down his body resting it against his denim clad cock massaging it as it began to perk up the lower region of his body very aware of just how much he’d longed for her. He groaned, pulling from the kiss his words thick with need. “Fuck, Love. Yer playin with fire here.”

She smirked at him, the words spilling from her. “I don’t mind fire.”

He moaned his hips rocking against her on their own accord eager to chance even the slightest hint of stimulation from the woman he’d feared he would never have a chance to have ever again.

He spoke that jealous little voice, unable to stop itself from working the words from him. “I have to know, Love. Did ye really fuck that cop bastard?”

She sighed, deciding that lying to him would just be cruel. She pulled her hand from his crotch ignoring the low whine that left him. “No, Filip. The last guy I slept with is you.”

He nodded his head frantically, a sense of relief washing over him. “Aye, okay…even still...”

He paused for a moment finding the words unable to stop himself from still feeling possessive of her. “I’m going to fuck ye so hard yer going to forget that guys name”

She felt a wave of lust wash over her that she knew Chibs was only capable of dragging from her. “Please.”

His lips met hers, the kiss somewhat harsh that possessive voice in the back of his head insisting that he had to claim her right here right now. She was his and she needed to be reminded of it.

His lips left hers pressing down her neck nipping at her skin roughly sucking against any marks his teeth may have left behind ensuring she’d have plenty of love bites to remind her of who she belonged to. 

His hands roamed her body she practically melting against him doing all she could to run her hands across his back caressing him over the leather of his kutte.

He ran his hands up her body yanking the front of her dress down so hard he was amazed it didn’t rip the fabric. His lips pressed down her chest nipping at the delicate skin along her cleavage wanting to leave his mark there as well.

She moaned, her head falling back, his name leaving her lips. He groaned against her his words muffled against her skin. “Aye that’s right, Love. Say my name, let everyone know jus who ye belong to.”

He yanked her bra down her breasts spilling from the cups, his lips locking down over a breast suckling harshly a whine leaving her.

He ran a hand up her dress along her hip caressing her skin as his lips focused on her breasts nipping at the skin and taking her nipples between his lips suckling eagerly.

She whined as he wasted no time to slide a hand along the lace of her panties, a groan leaving him the noise vibrating against her breast as he continued to suckle.

His hand slid eagerly under the waistband of her panties, his fingers finding her slit. He grunted rubbing her for a moment before allowing his fingers to slide between her damp center. He thrust his fingers in her stroking her walls, her knees practically buckling.

He spoke pulling from her breasts his voice sounding almost awestruck. “Yer so fuckin beautiful, so fuckin wet fer me. Just grippin down on my fingers pullin me in. This pussy missed me, aye?”

She nodded her head wordlessly a whine leaving her his fingers stopping a frustrated noise leaving her. He spoke his voice demanding. “Tell me, Love.”

“I missed you so much, Filip.” She admitted the words so needy and so true. 

He groaned, rewarding her with a thrust of his fingers curling them just right to hit a part of her that made her tremble against him. “Good girl. That’s my lass. Drippin down my fingers takin em so well.”

She moaned, not caring who might just hear her. She was sure a marching band could make their way down the alley at the moment and she would not give a damn as good as she felt at the moment.

His fingers slid across her clit, the action making her knees grow all the wobbly, her fingers digging into the leather of his kutte a high pitched whine leaving her. “Fuck.”

He smirked, rubbing circular patterned into the sensitive bud, the action making a few more curses leave her lips. 

He balanced stimulation to her clit with the thrust of his fingers into her core, the action making her feel dizzy. The only thing she could focus on was rocking her hips to chase the stimulation he provided. 

He spoke a teasing tone to his voice. “Christ, look at ye, Love. Riding my fingers, so needy fer me. Ye love this don’t ye? Me fingerin ye in the alley where anyone might see us.”

She whined nodding her head knowing this was the most risky thing she’d ever done in her life and she found it thrilling.

She knew she’d realistically be mortified if anyone walked upon this, but the risk of it all made her wetter than she was sure she’d ever been in her entire life.

He spoke, pushing her all the more. “Imagine if yer fuckin date walked up on this aye? Saw ye riding my fingers moanin fer me like a whore. Fuckin seein I’m the only one who can make ye feel this good by my fingers alone.”

“You make me feel so fucking good, Filip. No one else feels this good.” She whined the statement, working a moan from him, his lips pressing to hers in a deep bruising kiss.

She continued to ride his fingers eager to chase a release.

He encouraged her his voice demanding as he pulled from the kiss. “Play with yer clit, Love. Touch that pussy while you ride my fingers.”

She moaned, pressing her fingers to his lips, he taking them between his lips sucking them wetting them for her.

She pulled her hand from his lips reaching down as he demanded toying with her clit, the task not easy with the fuss of working around the skirt of her dress and her panties.

She rubbed circles into her clit frantically trying to increase the pleasure she felt.

She whined the heat beginning to pool in her abdomen, a coil tightening within her proving that she was so incredibly close to falling over the edge.

She spoke the words needy. “Going to cum.”

“That’s my love. Want ye to fuckin cum. Cum on my fingers, sweetheart. Let go fer me.” He encouraged her his eyes unable to leave her as she neared her release, her skin flushed, her lips parted, her head fallen back, her chest heaving. 

She was unable to stop the high pitched moan from leaving her as she let go her thighs shaking her center clenching and unclenching around his fingers.

He continued to finger her throughout the orgasm he moaning his cock throbbing desperate to be within her his manhood feeling envious of his fingers.

She whined as she came down from her orgasm, his touch becoming too much all too quickly. She slumped against him as he pulled his fingers from her.

She kept a tight grip on him almos sure she’d collapse to the ground if he was not holding her up.

She moaned as he pulled his fingers up to his lips, sucking them, cleaning her taste from them, a satisfied groan leaving his lips.

 He pulled his fingers from his lips pressing his lips to hers sharing her taste with her. She moaned against the kiss his hand roaming her body as she recovered from the intensity of her orgasm.

He pulled from the kiss his words needy. “Want ye so bad, Love. Let me fuck ye.”

She whined nodding her head the words that left her just as full of need. “Please, Filip. Need you so much.”

He groaned, reaching down and unfastening his belt with skilled hands. He unzipped his jeans unbuttoning them. He yanked his boxers down just enough to pull his hard cock from the confines of the fabric.

She moaned, reaching between them her hand wrapping around his cock he grunting at the touch. Her thumb ran along his slit spreading the precum leaking from him, he moaning at the action.

He spoke resisting the urge to thrust against her hand though the temptation to spit in her hand and demand she jerk him off a tempting one. "Shite, m'love."

He could picture cumming from her touch spilling his release against her hand, maybe even letting a little of it land on her sweet little dress. He smirked at the thought a possessive voice in the back of his head exclaiming that he’d mark her so clearly making it obvious she was all his.

He spoke his voice demanding as he reluctantly pulled from her touch. “Get rid of those panties, Love. Give me room to fuck ye.”

She did was she was told, reaching down to place her fingers under the waistband of her panties, sliding them down her legs letting them land against the concrete below them not caring what happened to them as long as it meant having his perfect cock buried in her.

He groaned, taking himself in hand, sliding it along her wet pussy, the words leaving him. “Gonna fuck ye so good, Love. Gonna ruin ye for any other man.”

“Already have.” She whined the words so honest. 

She knew her heart was his. She was trusting him to take care of her and make this right with her.

He groaned the words spilling from him. “Fuckin ruined me too, Sweet Lass. Ye belong with me. Yer all I fuckin want, forever.”

He moved his hands to her thighs encouraging her to wrap her legs around his hips allowing him to press her against the wall for support.

She wrapped her arms around him clutching on to him desperately trusting him to keep her held upwards. She spoke the words needy. “I’m addicted to you. You’re mine.”

He spoke positioning his cock at the entrance the words possessive. “Yer fuckin mine too. My ol lady, only mine, till the breath leave my body.”

She didn’t have a chance to respond as he slid himself home entering her inch by inch hissing at the sensation of her velvety soaking walls enveloping his cock. 

He spoke his words low and full of praise. “Perfect fuckin pussy. Belongs wrapped round me, only me.”

“Only you.” She moaned agreeing her head falling back as he began to rock against her his hips jerking against her desperately proving he was intent on fucking her.

His hips rocked against her frantically pushing her back up against the wall, his hand reaching up to press to the back of her head not wanting to slam her head into the rough brick wall behind them.

She whined clutching on to him all the tighter, letting herself sink into the sensation of him. Her lips pressed to his trying her best to muffle her moans.

He moaned against her lips the sensation of her wrapped around him so heavenly. He knew no one had ever felt so incredible wrapped around him.

He may have taunted her commenting that he was capable of fucking her so hard that she couldn’t walk the next day, but it was the truth. He knew she was so capable of taking all he had to give her.

She thrived equally on the rougher encounters they had as well as the softer slow love making sessions. Each time he had the privilege of taking her he was reminded of how lucky he was.

He had not been lying. She had ruined him for other women. 

He was hopelessly devoted to her. She took him so perfectly and she loved him so deeply. She loved him for all he was, even his imperfections. She saw the good in him that others disregarded.

She was his saving grace at the end of the day. He knew he could protect her. He could make sure she could remain his sweet loving ol lady who made him shortbread and slept peacefully by his side at night trusting him to care for her.

He kept thrusting in her his hips not losing speed knowing he was desperate not only to chase his release but to help her reach hers as well. 

He spoke his voice low and filled with adoration. “Look at ye, fuckin cock drunk on me. Can’t think bout nothin but how good I feel.”

She whimpered, nodding her head the words struggling to leave her lips. “Feels so good, Filip.”

He spoke a moan of approval leaving him. “Feels perfect, Love. Takin my cock so well. Shite, I love ye.”

“Love you.” She responded, her fingers digging into his back as he continued to take her against the wall.

She whined, able to hear the sounds of cars passing by only feet away.  The alleyway was dark enough out and there were no lights nearby to reveal that she was being fucked in such a public place.

This felt so filthy but so perfect. This was so dangerous, just as dangerous as him, and she loved it. She loved how risky this felt. She loved the man desperately fucking her making her center ache around him dripping against his cock. 

She knew he was the only man on this entire planet who could make her feel this good and the only man she would trust to take her in such a vulnerable place.

He would protect her; she knew this. She trusted him to take care of her and keep her safe. He would prove to her that he was devoted to her and would cherish her heart just as dearly as she cherished his.

He moaned the words leaving his lips. ‘Gonna take ye slower the second I get ye home. Gonna take ye so many times tonight, Lovely girl. Gonna remind ye that this pussy belongs to me.”

She whined, nodding her head frantically. “Missed you so much, Filip.”

He groaned, nodding his head. “Aye, missed ye, Love. Never goin to make ye miss me again. Never gonna fuck this up ever again, Love. Gonna keep ye by my side as long yer willin to have me.”

“Want you forever.” She whined the words so certain, making his heart ache with absolute adoration.

“Aye, forever.” He worked out his eyes locked on her, she by far the most stunning woman he’d ever seen and ever had the privilege of loving. 

She moaned, her hand pulling from his back sliding down her body finding her slick clit. He moaned realizing what she was doing as she began to rub at the bud of nerves so eagerly. “Such a good lass. Touchin that pussy fer me. Jeysus, Love. Play with yer wee clit make yerself cum on this cock.”

She whimpered his words encouraging her, she wanting to make herself cum for him. She wanted him to know how good he made her feel. She wanted him to know he was the only man capable of making her feel so good. 

He spoke becoming lost in lust, the words falling from him, his balls aching knowing he was closer than he’d prefer to be. “Fuckin cum on my cock and let me cum in ye. Fuck, make yerself cum. Wanna fill ye up so bad. Want my cum to drip from ye. Gonna fuckin put yer panties back on ye, not clean ye up even. Want ye to know I’m claimin what’s mine. Gonna be our wee secret, Gonna take ye home on my bike with my cum leakin from ye.”

She moaned at the statement knowing he was truly the only man who could say such absolute filth to her without her feeling bashful. If anything the dirty talk just egged her on.

She’d not had too many partners prior to him but he was by far the best she’d ever had. 

She rubbed her clit knowing just how to touch herself to help her along the path to a release. She’d had more experience in getting herself off before meeting Chibs Telford.

She’d discovered that with Chibs around she rarely had to rely on getting herself off. He was always eager to make her feel incredible even when he was exhausted.

She felt her toes curl at the sensations building up in her, she knowing it wouldn’t be much longer now.  She could feel her orgasm building in her, the fire spreading through her knowing it would burn so hot for him. 

She trembled against him, her thighs growing tense, her body jerking against him. Her fingers did not let up on her clit, her center clenching around his cock eagerly attempting to milk his release from him as she fell over the edge.

She pressed her lips against his a cry leaving her lips as she came.

He moaned the feel of her fluttering around his cock absolute perfection. It did not take long for his own end to sneak up on him, his balls drawing up close to his body, his cock throbbing.

He spilled into her as he fell over the edge, his words spilling against her lips, his accent growing so thick she could not even make out the words. “Fuckin take it, Love. Yer mine.”

She whined the warmth of his release filling her in hot spurts making her shudder against him. She clung on to him, her body feeling weak and so incredibly satisfied. 

He moaned the last of his release, desperately spilling from him into her his own knees feeling wobbly.

He pressed her further into the wall knowing he felt shaky enough that he feared not being able to hold her up as well as he should.

He pressed lazy kisses to her lips a low moan leaving him as he softened enough to slide from her body a shudder leaving him as the cold air hit his spent cock.

He spoke a drowsy giggle leaving him. “Christ, Love. Thank God fer the pill.”

She felt her own giggle leave her, she shaking her head. “Beats the hell out of condoms.” 

He smirked knowing she was the first woman he’d been with in a long while where condoms weren’t an absolute necessity. 

His experiences prior to her had consisted of croweaters who he was so not going into fucking without a rubber. 

He’d made it quite clear to her though that he only had eyes for her and he had a clean bill of health. So the pill had become their main form of contraception until the day they decided they might want to bring a few tiny Telfords into the world.

It was a possibility they’d discussed, and Chibs had been shocked to find that he didn’t mind the idea of possibly giving her a child at some point in the future even if it worried him to know he’d most likely be an older parent.

The idea of her having his child did fill him with an undeniable sense of pride though. 

She lowered her thighs from his hips he continuing to hold her up her knees feeling like jello at the moment.

She rolled her eyes not missing the proud smirk on his lips at the realization that he’d made her so unsteady on her feet especially in heels.

He tucked himself back into his boxers hastily zipping his jeans back up and refastening his belt.

He pressed his lips to hers lowering her dress back down the words leaving him. “Never goin to risk losin ye again, m’love. Need ye in my life. Never fuckin this up ever again. I love ye.”

She placed a hand on his cheek, her lips pressing to his, the words spilling from her. “I love you too, never letting you take the risk of losing me again. You can’t get rid of me, Filip. I’m yours.”

He nodded his head, a sense of comfort washing over him any fears he’d had of tainting her or destroying her seeming way too far away to grasp. “I’m yours. Ye ain’ gettin rid of me either.”

She closed her eyes as he held her against him, rocking her against him soaking up the comfort of belonging to one another.

Her heart once again felt full.

She knew they would not part again. He was hers just as much as she was his.

She would never lose him ever again.

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JEY RIZZO - JEY USO X Kabana Love (OC)

Request: Okay so yk how the raw before war games when they were mentioning how they needed a 5th member? Well, this universe, it’s a mixed war games so Rhea is in. Cody makes his “call” Randy and a former NXT, newly signed Keiarie or Kabana Love for her ring debut with them. Mr. Main Event takes a notice to her and tries to yk, get his game on the whole night with her.

Thank you for the request @shantinextdoor. I hope you like it 🫶🏽.

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“Well if it isn’t Miss Kabana Love..” Kabana smirked and excused herself from her conversation with Kelani Jordan and turned around to face The American Nightmare himself. 

“Well if it isn’t Mr former executive vice president.” She shot back, laughing when he rolled his eyes. “You not down here tryna become NXT champion are you?” She asked teasingly as she pulled him into a hug. 

Cody laughed. “Nope” he said, popping the ‘p’ “got a special invitation to come down here to watch the show from Shawn”. Kaiarie nodded

“Okay well, unlike you some of us have to work. ” She smirked, patting her NXT Women’s Championship that was wrapped around her waist. “But we should get dinner after.” 

“Oh totally.” Cody said, nodding his head. “I missed you busting my balls every chance you get.” Kabana and Cody  glared at each other before breaking out into smiles. “Come find me after your match”. She gave him a thumbs up before waving as he walked away, both of them oblivious to the two sets of eyes watching them.

“The following match is scheduled for one fall and it is for the NXT women’s championship!” Kabana took a deep breath and shook out her stage fright jitters and her theme song started to blare through the performance center. 

She smiled as she appeared at the top of the stage listening to the fans chant her name as she held up her championship, her opponent in the ring already glaring daggers at her. “Making her way to the ring, from Chicago, Illinois Kabana Love!”  She entered the ring walking up to Tiffany Stratton and started talking her shit, title raised high in the air. 

Kabana smirked as the referee stepped in between them, separating them and pushing them to their respective corners. 

As soon as the bell rang the smirk was off of Kabana’s face, it was game time. It was honestly one of her better matches with her and Tiffany trading move after move, near fall after near fall and the crowd was louder than ever. 

It was now nearing the end of the match and Kabana had just got her knees up to block Tiffany’s Prettiest Moonsault Ever and was about to set her up for the Love Tap when someone jumping on the ring apron distracted her. Both Kabana and the referee looked at Dominik Mysterio in confusion. 

“Are you fucking lost?” Kabana spat at him, rolling her eyes at the dumb little smirk on his face.

“What the hell?” She heard Vic Joseph say as she was grabbed from behind. “That’s Rhea Ripley Book, what the hell is she doing here.” Before Kabana could react she was set up for the Riptide and planted firmly on the mat. Rhea rolled out of the ring and wrapped her arm around Dom’s waist as the both made their way back up the ramp, smirking at all the boos they were receiving.

Tiffany took advantage of the situation and set Kabana up for another Prettiest Moosault Ever. 

1-2-3 ding ding ding

“Here’s your winner and the NEW NXT women’s champion. Tiffany Stratton.”  Kabana laid in the ring, glaring up at the ceiling as Tiffany celebrated with her championship. 

“Bull-shit! Bull-shit!” she heard the crowd chant and she couldn’t agree more. What just happened was complete bullshit. She had never had a run in with Rhea or any of the other judgment day members, so why in the fuck did Rhea just come out here and cost her the title? 

Kabana was livid as she made her way backstage, trying to find Rhea before being told that she and Dominik were already gone from the building. “You alright?” Kabana sighed and turned to face Cody. “That was bullshit and 100 percent my fault.” Kabana narrowed her eyes and crossed her arms over her chest. “They approached me after they saw us talking earlier, thought I was trying to recruit you for our War Games match.”

Kabana scoffed and shook her head in disbelief. “Isn’t that fucking great. On everything I love Rhea better watch out cause she gon get hers.” She said placing a hand on her lower back as it began to ache again. “You still need a member?” Cody nodded with a hopeful look in his eyes and Kabana smirked. “Count me in then Rhodes, bitch got something coming to her.” Cody smirked and placed his hands in his suit pants pocket. Rhea had no idea of the beast she had just awoken inside of Kabana.

Monday Night Raw

Kabana smirked as she made her way through the crowd dressed in all black. It was time for Rhea to reap what she sowed. 

Rhea was leaning against the ring post laughing as Jey was getting his ass kicked by Judgement Day and Drew Mcintyre. The smirk was wiped off her face as a figure in black jumped the barricade. She looked around for security before she was knocked onto her ass by a mean right hook. 

Kabana took off her hood and glared down at Rhea. She heard the crowd roar as they recognized  her but she kept her eyes on Rhea who was backing away slowly. “Oh you done fucked up now.” Kabana snarled and as soon as Rhea tried to get up Kabana pounced, tackling her back down to the floor, throwing blow after blow. Rhea pushed Kabana off her and got to her feet only to be knocked back down by a superkick from Kabana.

“You thought you could cost me my title and there be no repercussions?” Kabana asked a knocked out Rhea. “Bitch are you dumb?” She rolled her eyes as Dom came over and helped Rhea to her feet, helping her walk over to where the rest of the team were standing. 

“I’m so happy you guys won the advantage.” She heard Cody yell into the mic as she rolled into the ring to join her team. She paced behind the men, eyes still glaring at Rhea.. “I’m so glad you have a star like Drew McIntyre with you.. Because we’re not alone.” Cody trailed off and Kabana cut her eyes over at him then at Jey who was already looking at Cody. She had heard him talking about Randy joining them but she wasn’t sure he accepted. 

“We found a sixth member. Somebody that I.. have a legacy with.” Kabana started to smirk. This War Games team was stacked and she couldn’t wait to get her hands on Rhea inside of the cage.

Survivor Series: WarGames

Kabana smiled at Adam Pierce as she handed him back his pen. She was officially a member of the Raw roster and after War Games her first order of business was taking that title away from Rhea. 

“Aww shit.” She heard somebody say from behind her. “Was that a contract I just saw you sign?” Jey Uso asked as he walked closer to her. Kabana nodded her head with a smile on her face. “Good, so that means I get to see more of you.” Kabana furrowed her eyebrows. Was he flirting with her?  “Happy you on our team tonight too. We definitely winning.” He said rubbing his hands together. 

“Are we gonna be graced with another wonderful press conference?” She asked, smirking at the way his cheeks turned a shade of pink. 

“Hell no!” He exclaimed as they started walking towards the dressing rooms. “And I put the blame all on ya boy Cody. Uce was giving me shot after shot.” He scratched the back of his neck. “It was embarrassing as hell too. I was stumbling all over my words and shit..” He trailed off with a shake of his head. 

“I thought it was kinda cute..” She said, eyeing him up and down. He looked extremely good in his War Games ring gear. The blue and camo mix looked good on him. 

“Stop flirting with my protégé Uce.” Cody came up to the two of them, wrapping his arm around Kabana’s shoulder. “You ready for tonight?” 

“Hell yeah, I’m ready to get my hands on Rhea. Stupid bitch been subbin’ me on twitter all damn week.” Kabana said, rolling her eyes and unzipping her hoodie, showing off her new ring attire. 

“Damn K.” Jey said, choking on his words as she did a slow 360 for him. 

“It’s cute right? I figured I needed something new.” Cody watched as Jey hungrily looked Kabana up and down, a slight smirk on his face. “I’ll catch up with y’all in a bit though.” she ran off an extra pep in her step feeling Jey's eyes on her. 

“Have you no shame?” Cody asked, laughing when Jey shook his head ‘no’ 

“Nah, so uh- what’s the deal with you two?” Jey asked, eyes never leaving Kabana’s frame until she rounded the corner out of his line of vision.  “You and her.. You know?” 

“Hell no!” The American Nightmare exclaimed. “Brandi would kill me.” 

“So I can..” Jey said pointing in the direction Kabana went and Cody nodded, laughing. 

“So whatchu doin after this?” Josh asked Kabana, ignoring the looks from the rest of their teammates who were locked in the cage at the top of the ramp with them. Kabana stopped her staring contest with Rhea to cut her eyes over at Jey. 

“Huh?”  

“Like after the show, you wanna go get dinner or something..” Sami and Cody startled to chuckle at the look of bewilderment on her face.” 

“Wait, you’re asking me out.. In the middle of our match.” 

“You know what they say, Carpe Diem or something like that.” He smiled, his grillz gleaming in the bright lights. 

“Jey, i’m pretty sure, it’s gonna be like 2 am once we actually get out of here.” Jey nodding then stepped out of the cage as the referee opened it. 

“Okay, then my hotel room.” He winked, “Think about it.” he pointed at her and smiled before running down to the ring to help out Seth Rollins. 

“I can’t believe i’m actually doing this.” Kabana muttered to herself as she stepped off the elevator onto the 3rd floor. She exhaled a shaky, nervous breath before knocking on the door that matched the number Jey had told her earlier before leaving the arena. 

She rolled her eyes with a chuckle as he opened the door with a wide smile. “Finally, the food was starting to get cold..” 

🫣 i hope you don't hate it. Thank you for trusting me with your request @shantinextdoor 🫶🏽`

[zombholic]

MY KIND OF LOVE PT. 2 — abby anderson

summary — illegal boxing was never on your bucket list until your friend brought you to one.

description — poc fem!reader, illegal boxer!abby, reader has tattoos and a couple of piercings, mentions of drug usage, bidding, sexual themes, not for minors.

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After being humiliated in front of a crowd of strangers you decided to never listen to Jesse again. You were currently at work serving alcoholic beverages to customers when you heard a voice call out from afar, squinting your eyes you saw as your one and only friend appeared from the dim lights, his face was slowly recovering from the damage he took from a week ago.

“Jes, why are you here?” Your eyes shifted back to mixing up drinks and pouring shots.

“Listen, I’m sorry for forcing you to come to the match, I didn’t think she would touch you.” His hand rubbed the back of his neck, guilty was written all over his face, he was truly sorry.

“Sit down i’ll pour you a shot dumbass.” You grinned at him your eyes still not meeting his but you could feel the stupid kiddish smile he was pulling from his lips.

It was pretty slow today since it was a Sunday, you were leaning over the counter of the bar conversing with him when suddenly the shattering of glasses had you snapping your neck to the direction of the sound.

“Who the fuck do you think you are?” Why was Abby here— why is she fighting—

“It was an accident I didn’t purposely spill my fucking drink on you!” The smaller woman was quick to dodge Abby’s large fists trying to connect to her.

The quick instincts from the smaller purple haired girl was starting to piss off Abby, her every move was predictable every time she was going in for a swing. The smaller one throwing a fast punch to the muscular girl’s abdomen causing her to hurl over.

“Fucking bitch.” You could see the way her anger flushed her scarred face, she was beyond just the color red.

“I need to stop this—“ Jesse grabbed your arm.

“Do not get involved she will actually kill you Y/n.” He gave you a stern expression.

“Jes—“ Before you could finish your sentence you saw as Abby grabbed the girls head, slamming it against the brick wall relentlessly.

A couple of men the size of Abby ripped her away from the girl, blood covered the wall, the table, her hands. The poor girl was unconscious barely even able to tell if she was still breathing. Slipping away from Jesse you had quickly ran over to the bloodied girl sitting on your knees as you dialed for the ambulance.

“Did you fucking kill her?” Your brows pinched together as you looked up at Abby, whose expression alone made you fear for your life.

“I hope I fucking did.” She was fuming, her ears ringing, breathing uneven.

“God you’re actually mentally fucked up!” You shouted as you stood up and faced her.

Very brave stupid of you.

Abby could only force out a breathy laugh, she towered over you build and height wise. God you only met her one time and knew the type of person she was.

“You are fucking insufferable Abby.” Your finger jabbed at her chest.

She was quick to grab your wrist, her grip was tight so tight you knew you were going to bruise. She pinned you against the brick wall that she used to almost murder a girl, her other hand grabbing your jaw, squeezing your lips together.

“Watch your fucking mouth, don’t wanna end up like her do you?” She threatened, her face nearly inches away from you, you could feel her breath on your cheek.

“Abby, enough is enough.” A woman who obviously knew her pulled her away.

You rubbed your now swore wrist, your brow’s farrowing as your eyes never leaving her blue ones. Jesse quickly ran over to you, cupping your face in his hands making you look over to him.

“Let’s go home.” You nodded your head agreeing with him.

Laying on his couch in his amazing apartment you had placed a bag of frozen vegetables on your wrist, you were watching him play the new Modern Warfare game that you got him for his birthday a few weeks back.

“Is she known for almost murdering people?” Your question made him chuckle.

“Yeah, yeah she kinda does that a lot. Why do you think she’s always winning at all these matches.” He was focused on the game but still managed to answer your questions.

“Oh Jes, there’s a halloween party tomorrow, you’re coming with me.” You were now scrolling on your phone as your feet now laid on his lap.

“Couldn’t even give me a choice.” He grabbed your foot as he started tickling it.

“I will actually fucking kick your balls so hard your damn ancestors will feel it!” You screamed kicking your legs around.

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authors note — part 2 ON THE SAME DAAYYY?? WHO AM IIIII??

tag list — @whore4abby @atomicami @aouiaa @doepretty

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Meet Valentino🦋☠️

Meet my take on Valentino! This one took the longest for me to get around to.

Made him a Monarch Butterfly!🦋 I love the whole reverse Predator and Prey thing going on with him and Angel so what if he was a creature that would normally be considered Prey, if it didn’t have its own trick up its sleeve. Poison! ☠️ plus butterflies are often depicted as sweet and pretty, which would really lean into how he puts on a sweet face to hide his true colors.😈Though who’s to say he even is that(wink😉). Made his wings a warm gradient, added some sparkle ✨ and allude subtly to a split heart with the lines and dots💔 @the-burd-lord also pointed out they give off tears💧😢

Gave him a more bug like head, mouth, eyes and only has three fingers.

Gave him heart bent stripes like Angel Dust(@a-sterling-rose shared a cool idea that an overlord can change their contracted souls) wanted it to allude to bee stripes(bees love flowers and make sweet things) and other…striped insects.

Leaned with 70’s, DISCO !!!!!!!🕺🪩💃 Bell bottoms, matching top, PLATFORMS! The whole works! I figure it fits with his timeline a lot and with what he’s usually wearing. Plus he’s def into the club scene.

Replaced his top hat with a heart shaped fedora hat! Adorned it with all kinds of different flowers!!!!! Stuff like roses, Bleeding hearts, milkweed and the big flower he’s wearing is meant to allude to the Cattleya Orchid(Colombias national flower and symbolizes fertility and virility) roses are also very popular there! They even have a holiday around flowers called the “festival of the flowers”!🌼🌹.

For his sleeves wanted to allude to another Colombia flower “devils breath” highly toxic flower and in the same toxic family as the “Angels Trumpet”. Also a street term for the dangerous drug, scopolamine which is derived from the seeds of Borrachero trees, primarily found in South America like Colombia! 🇨🇴

Kept the heart buckle belt his og had but made it hollow. Hollow heart.

Gave him a cane that’s also a disco heart 🪩❤️which may not be able to squeeze out toxic gas and other tricks.

For his color scheme, @the-burd-lord suggested I'd go with RGB theme, colors on display screen(Vox is the leader and a screen) Ngl I was conflicted what colors to go with for the vees(Primary, Red blue purple etc). But then I realized when u mix those colors u get those other colors and then I decided to give the Vees two main color themes for each. One for show, the other their true colors! Val likes to use tropical warm welcoming colors(gold luxury), def still uses red for its sensual vibes….but those kinda colors are also color of many dangerous insects…warning colors⚠️‼️☣️☢️☠️☠️☠️

Made his Heart shades butterfly wing shaped like @lovesart23 did with her Val! Seriously LOVE IT!!!!!!!.

Added a heart on his chain with his initial. Was a gift from Angel Dust💔

Also wears black and white since he’s already very colorful and to appear clean with the white…the darkness often hiding under. Has some green for the leaves and thorns(every rose has its thorns) like how Velvette still wears gold colors for accesory!🍃🌿

My Valentino’s Colombian 🇨🇴 back in the 70’s a lot was happening with Drug trade(Cocaine trade) plus it’s in the warmer area of South America, where many butterflies can be found🦋🦋🦋Monarchs migrate to the south! Also great place for flowers🌹🪻🌸🌺🌷🌻🌼💐🪷

with the flowers also lowkey trying to allude with 60’s-70’s Flower power(he def likes to seem all peace and love) was also the time of the psychedelic era😵‍💫U know he def got that stuff.

Rewrite🦋☠️

Compared to OG he’s def more sly and smooth talking, often Make him ironically the more level headed of the V’s. Have him be able to keep a cool head more, try to covert his true nature, keep things under control. Play into how he likes to try a more pragmatic approach, relying on manipulation and pacifying first before getting violent if he feels like he’s not in control. They say u attract more flies with honey than vinegar afterall. he’s able to put on the charm and sweetness well enough. You do NOT want to get on his scary side…He relies a lot on manipulation but when push comes to shove, he can mess you UP☠️!!!!!!!

Leaning with the poison theme way more!☠️💊🧪.

He doesn’t just do Adult Entertainment, but also a huge drug supplier for Hell, especially for Angel💊. It’s been implied and supposed scrapped ideas and concepts have shown him feeding Angels drug addiction.

Have him be Angels main supplier and often uses his addiction to keep him under his wings, depend on him, likes to feed into it despite how much harm it does for him. He’s basically the embodiment of toxicity/addiction, things that can poison people, can become dangerous addictions and mess people up. He’s basically one of Angel’s most dangerous addictions, the toxic abusive boss/partner☠️

I honestly want him to want NOTHING with Vox’s whole revenge plan with Alastor and his new project…until he also realizes the Princess not only actually wants to help Angel but that Angel ACTUALLY might want to try to QUIT! Than he gets more involved with Vox’s schemes.

Gets his main poison from a special flower from Hell. Similar to how Monarchs get their poison from a certain plant(milkweed) as well as play into how Butterflies feed on nectar🌺🌸 perhaps has the flowers growing all throughout his studio…especially around and maybe even in Angel’s dressing room…

What do u think? How would u redesign Val if u wanted to? I’d love to know💖 I’ve also made the 🌈Hazbin Gang🌈 and his fellow VV’s, Vox & Velvette📺🧶

Oh one more thing…He’s not actually a monarch butterfly. Here’s some totally unrelated pics of wasps(one like the executioner wasp that can be found in warm places, like monarchs, spider wasps(not friendly to spiders) and….some more parasitic types)Warnign scary wasp pics) @the-burd-lord suggested the mandibles for his face(broken heart 💔)

[livdomtruther]

US TILL THE END.

It was Liv and Dominik's first official match together since becoming a couple, and the air buzzed with a mix of excitement and tension. The anticipation was electrifying, but the uncertainty gnawed at their nerves. They stood side by side behind the thick curtains that separated them from the roaring crowd and the glaring lights of the arena. Any moment now, a staff member would signal them to make their grand entrance.

Liv, usually confident and fierce, found herself nervously fidgeting with her hands. Her fingers twisted together, then untangled, only to repeat the cycle. She was so ready to face Rhea, to unleash the frustration that had been building up inside her ever since their last encounter. But no matter how much she tried to shake it off, a heavy lump of anxiety sat in her throat, refusing to go away.

Why couldn't she just swallow it down? She was tougher than this, stronger than this—but the nerves had a stubborn grip on her.

Then, as if sensing her inner turmoil, a familiar, warm hand gently intertwined with hers. The touch was firm, grounding her in the moment. Liv looked up to see Dominik smiling at her, his eyes filled with unwavering confidence and a tenderness that made her heart skip a beat.

"It'll be alright, amorcita. No te preocupes" he whispered softly, his voice a soothing balm to her frayed nerves. The nickname, "amorcita," wrapped around her like a protective shield, calming the storm inside her.

In that instant, Liv felt a wave of reassurance wash over her. With Dominik by her side, she knew she could face anything—even the daunting task of confronting Rhea. Together, they were unstoppable.

Taking a deep breath, she squeezed Dominik's hand, drawing strength from his presence. They were about to step into the ring not just as competitors, but as partners, and no matter what happened, they would face it together.

Dominik couldn’t help but smile as he saw Liv relax, even if only a little, at his reassuring words. It warmed his heart to know that he could ease her anxiety, even in such a small way. His feelings for her ran deep—so deep that words and actions could never fully capture the extent of his care. It was an emotion that filled every corner of his being, a protective instinct that made him want to shield her from every worry, every doubt.

Without thinking, he leaned in closer, resting his head gently against hers. For a brief moment, the chaos of the arena faded away, leaving just the two of them in a quiet, shared space. Dominik chuckled softly, the sound warm and affectionate. "You’re so tiny," he teased, a playful glint in his eyes.

Liv, always quick to fire back, opened her mouth to argue, but before she could get a word out, the staff member gave them the signal. It was time. The teasing was replaced by a surge of adrenaline as the familiar sound of The Judgment Day's theme song boomed through the speakers, shaking the arena to its core.

Hand in hand, they stepped out from behind the curtains, immediately hit by the intense energy of the crowd. The arena was a swirling mix of cheers and boos, voices merging into a powerful wave of noise. Dominik and Liv moved as one, their steps in perfect sync as they made their way down the ramp towards the ring.

The lights flickered and pulsed with the beat of the music, casting an eerie glow over the sea of faces. Dominik kept his eyes focused ahead, but his thumb gently stroked the back of Liv's hand, a silent reminder that he was right there with her.

As they reached the ring, Dominik gracefully dropped to one knee, sitting against the middle rope and pulling it wide open for Liv with a charming, almost regal gesture. Liv couldn’t help but smile softly at the gesture, warmth flooding her heart. “Thank you,” she whispered, her voice barely audible over the roaring crowd. She slipped through the ropes with fluid ease, her movements as graceful as ever.

But instead of stepping away, Liv turned back with a mischievous glint in her eye. She took her place at the ropes, mimicking Dominik’s earlier posture. With a playful grin, she held the rope open for him, defying the traditional roles with her own brand of charm.

Dominik let out a soft, amused chuckle, clearly enjoying the exchange. He accepted her invitation and slipped through the ropes, his tall frame moving with an effortless grace. Once inside, he reached out, his hand gently coming to rest on the top of her head, patting it softly in a tender, affectionate gesture that made Liv smirk up at him.

Without missing a beat, Liv sprang forward, her body moving instinctively. She leaped up, and Dominik, ever ready, caught her effortlessly with one strong arm, his other hand instinctively supporting her as her legs wrapped securely around his waist. The arena, the noise, the impending match—all of it melted away as she rested her forehead against his, their breaths mingling in the small space between them. Liv’s nose brushed against Dominik’s, a gentle, affectionate nuzzle that spoke volumes more than words ever could.

They stayed like that for a moment, their warm smiles reflecting the deep connection they shared, a silent conversation passing between them in that brief, tender exchange. Then, with a soft sigh, Liv slowly unwrapped her legs and slid down from his embrace, her feet landing lightly on the mat.

Soon after Rhea and Damian made their dramatic entrances, the match began with a surge of intensity that electrified the entire arena. Before the bell rang, Liv and Dominik shared a brief, tight hug, their hearts beating in sync as they prepared for the battle ahead.

The match started with Damian and Dominik clashing fiercely in the ring, their movements fueled by the pent-up anger and tension that had been brewing for weeks. Every punch, every grapple, was delivered with force, each man determined to overpower the other. The crowd roared with every heavy hit, the energy in the arena building to a fever pitch.

Liv stood on the sidelines, her voice ringing out above the noise as she cheered Dominik on, her eyes never leaving him. But across the ring, Rhea’s glare was locked on Liv, her eyes burning with anger and something darker, a resentment that seemed to simmer just beneath the surface. The tension between the two women was palpable, and Liv could feel Rhea’s hatred searing into her with every passing second.

When the moment came for Liv to enter the ring, she took a deep breath, remembering the strategy she and Dominik had agreed upon. They would let Rhea and Damian believe they had the upper hand, drawing them into a false sense of security before turning the tables. But as soon as Liv stepped between the ropes, she realized she wasn’t fully prepared for the sheer aggression Rhea was about to unleash.

Rhea wasted no time. The moment Liv was within reach, Rhea charged forward, her movements swift and brutal. She grabbed Liv and, with a powerful surge of strength, executed a flawless fallaway slam. Liv’s body slammed against the mat with a sickening thud, the impact driving the air from her lungs. She gasped, desperately trying to regain her breath as pain radiated through her body.

Dominik, who had retreated to the corner, watched with wide eyes, his breath coming in heavy, anxious bursts. His fists clenched tightly around the ropes, the tension evident in every muscle as he fought the urge to rush to her side. The plan was to stay calm, to let Rhea believe she was in control, but seeing Liv in pain made it difficult to stay still.

Liv’s mind raced as she lay on the mat, her body aching from the force of Rhea’s attack. She could hear Rhea’s footsteps approaching, could feel the cold, calculating intent in each step.

As Rhea continued her relentless assault, her fury seemed to grow with each strike. She suddenly paused, her gaze snapping to Dominik, who stood tense in his corner, eyes locked on Liv. The sight of him only fueled her anger, the betrayal she felt like a sharp blade twisting in her chest.

Grabbing Liv by the hair, Rhea yanked her up, her voice dripping with venom as she spat, "You chose her ?!" The words were laced with a mix of jealousy and rage, her grip tightening as she glared at Dominik, daring him to respond.

Dominik’s smirk was slow, deliberate, and filled with a confidence that only seemed to provoke Rhea further. “Yeah, I did!” he shot back, his voice steady and unwavering. His eyes never left Rhea’s, knowing that his words would cut deep, aiming directly at the vulnerable spot beneath her tough exterior.

And cut they did. For just a moment, Rhea hesitated, her hand faltering in its grip on Liv’s hair. The raw emotion that flashed across her face was quickly masked by anger, but that split second of hesitation was all Liv needed.

Seizing the opportunity, Liv brought her knee up with all the force she could muster, slamming it into Rhea’s midsection. Rhea gasped, the wind knocked out of her as she stumbled back, momentarily stunned. Liv didn’t waste any time. With a fierce determination burning in her eyes, she followed up with a series of harsh kicks, each one driving Rhea further back.

Fueled by adrenaline and the need to prove her strength, Liv launched a flurry of aggressive hits, her fists connecting with Rhea’s body and face. The rapid succession of blows was powerful, each one fueled by all the frustration and anger that had built up inside her. Rhea tried to regain her footing, but Liv was relentless, her strikes landing with precision and force.

The crowd roared in response, the arena buzzing with the sudden shift in momentum. Dominik watched, his heart pounding, pride swelling within him as Liv took control of the situation. He knew this was her moment, her chance to show Rhea—and everyone else—just how strong she truly was.

As the match progressed, the intensity in the ring skyrocketed, spiraling into chaos. The once orderly battle quickly devolved into a frenzy, with bodies flying and fists landing everywhere. The crowd erupted as the rest of The Judgment Day members stormed the ring, turning the match into an all-out brawl.

The air was thick with the sounds of bodies colliding, grunts of effort, and the relentless roar of the crowd. Liv fought valiantly, her focus shifting between her Rhea and Dominik, making sure he was okay. The ring had become a storm of movement, the chaos swallowing everyone in its path.

Amid the whirlwind, Dominik found himself sliding back into the ring, his heart racing. But as he regained his footing, he suddenly froze. Standing directly in front of him, with a wicked smirk curling her lips, was Rhea. The intensity in her eyes made his breath catch, and for a split second, everything else faded away.

Dominik’s eyes widened, fear and hesitation warring within him. He knew he couldn’t lay a finger on her—despite everything, despite their history, he knew as a man he couldn't put his hands on a woman. Rhea saw the advantage and her smirk widened, sensing the power she held over him in that moment.

Without warning, she lunged forward, her hands latching onto him with a vice-like grip. Dominik’s instincts kicked in, and he tried to twist away, to slip out of her grasp, but Rhea was relentless. She pulled him closer, her strength catching him off guard. He struggled, the sudden rush of panic setting his nerves on edge, knowing he was trapped, unable to fight back as Rhea’s hold tightened.

Liv, breathless and battered, dragged herself across the ring, every movement a testament to her willpower. The crowd’s roar was a distant cacophony as her vision swam, and her fear intensified with the realization that she could no longer see Rhea. The dread of what might be happening to Dominik clawed at her.

In the midst of the chaos, Rhea had methodically intensified her assault. She had executed a series of precise, punishing blows before climbing to the top rope. There, with a calculated viciousness, she wrapped her powerful legs around Dominik’s neck, pulling him into a debilitating submission hold. The sheer strength of her grip constricted around him, her muscular thighs squeezing with a brutal force.

Dominik’s eyes widened with a primal fear as he felt the life being squeezed from him. The panic was overwhelming, the tightness around his neck compressing not just his airways but also his heart. The onslaught of Rhea’s past abuses replayed in his mind, each memory a jagged shard of pain. He recalled the manipulation, the gaslighting, and the emotional torment that had convinced him for so long that such cruelty was normal.

Yet, amid the suffocating pressure and the haunting recollections, a single, steadfast thought pierced through the darkness: "I have Liv." This thought was not just a fleeting comfort but a beacon of hope and strength. Liv was more than just his partner; she was the very light of his life, a constant source of warmth and clarity that had dispelled the shadows of his past.

The way Liv looked at him, with eyes full of unconditional love and fierce support, was a stark contrast to the torment he had known. Her smile, her touch, her unwavering belief in him had been his salvation. In the darkest moments, she had been the one to help him see beyond the manipulation, to understand that he deserved respect and kindness. Her love was a guiding star in his world, cutting through the darkness and offering him a path to healing.

As Rhea’s legs tightened, Dominik’s heart ached not just from the physical pressure but from the profound realization of what Liv meant to him. The pain of the hold was a brutal reminder, but the thought of Liv's unwavering love was his anchor. He clung to the image of her—her eyes, her touch, her strength—knowing that her love was the reason he could hold on, even as his world threatened to collapse around him.

Liv was not just a part of his life; she was the essence of his joy and strength. Her presence was a radiant light that had illuminated his path through the darkest of times. With every beat of his heart, he held onto the hope she represented, determined to endure and emerge from this ordeal for her—and for the future they dreamed of together.

As Liv's vision cleared, the sight of Rhea cruelly holding Dominik in that punishing submission hold ignited a volcanic rage within her. It was as though a switch had been flipped, unleashing a torrent of fury that consumed every part of her. Her pain and exhaustion evaporated, replaced by an all-encompassing, primal anger. The world around her narrowed to a singular focus: the sight of Rhea inflicting torment on Dominik.

Her breaths came in sharp, ragged bursts, each inhale a reminder of the seething anger that was now her only reality. Her chest heaved violently with every breath, the rhythmic rise and fall a testament to the intensity of her rage. Her hands, once trembling from fatigue, clenched into tight, white-knuckled fists, the skin stretching taut over the knuckles as if to contain the fury that was ready to explode.

Liv forced herself to rise, every movement powered by a ferocious determination. The pain that had previously dulled her senses was now an afterthought, engulfed by the raw, consuming anger. She was no longer merely Liv; she was a tempest of fury, driven by the sight of Dominik's suffering. The man she loved was being brutalized, and that reality ignited a fierce, protective fire within her.

With a guttural, blood-curdling scream that seemed to echo off the walls of the arena, Liv charged towards Rhea. The sound of her scream was like a war cry, a powerful declaration of her intent to defend her beloved. Rhea, startled by the sheer force of Liv's rage, momentarily lost her composure, loosening her grip just enough to give Dominik a chance to escape.

Liv's attack was relentless and fueled by the image of Rhea’s cruelty replaying in her mind. Every punch, every grapple, was driven by the indignant fury she felt at seeing Dominik being tormented. The love she harbored for him transformed into a fierce, almost animalistic protectiveness, propelling her forward with a strength born from pure, unadulterated anger.

As she and Rhea collided outside the ropes, Liv's position on top was a small victory in the midst of chaos. Her rage was a blinding, almost intoxicating force, making her movements swift and decisive. The anger that consumed her was not just a reaction but a powerful force, transforming her into a relentless avenger, determined to right the wrongs done to the man she cherished.

Liv’s rage was an unstoppable force, burning with a fierce intensity that showed no signs of diminishing. Her focus on Rhea was unrelenting as she continued her brutal assault, her every move fueled by a protective, almost feral anger. With a powerful grip, she hurled Rhea into the unforgiving steel stairs, the crash echoing through the arena as she stood, breathing heavily, trying to steady herself amidst the chaos.

Her eyes then locked onto Dominik, who was battling Damian in the ring. The sight of him, worn and fatigued, reignited her protective instincts. It didn’t matter who stood in her way—anyone who dared to hurt Dominik was an enemy in her eyes. The thought of him being in danger sent a fresh wave of adrenaline through her veins.

With determination blazing in her gaze, Liv climbed onto the apron, her attention fixed on the action inside the ring. She was ready to intervene, to protect the man she loved at any cost. But in a split second, her focus wavered, just long enough for something unexpected to happen.

Damian, in a desperate attempt to regain his footing after a powerful exchange with Dominik, stumbled backward with force. His much larger frame collided with the ropes, sending them snapping back with a violent recoil. Liv, standing precariously on the apron, was caught off guard by the sudden movement. The ropes slammed into her, and the impact sent her crashing down onto the hard mat below.

The collision was brutal. The combined force of the ropes and Damian’s weight sent Liv flying off the apron. She didn’t just fall; she was practically thrown onto the hard mat below with a force that was far greater than anything she’d experienced before. The impact was brutal, and pain exploded through her body as she hit the ground with a sickening thud.

The air was knocked out of her lungs, leaving her gasping for breath, her vision swimming from the sheer force of the fall. She lay there, stunned and momentarily disoriented, the world spinning around her as the pain radiated through every part of her body.

Dominik's eyes widened in sheer panic as the sight of Liv crumpled on the mat sent a surge of dread through him. In that moment, every ounce of exhaustion vanished, replaced by an urgent need to be by her side. His heart pounded in his chest, the adrenaline coursing through his veins as he bolted towards the ropes. With a forceful shove, he pushed a stunned and worried Damian out of his way, his focus solely on Liv.

He slipped through the ropes with practiced ease, landing beside Liv and dropping to one knee. His hands trembled slightly as he reached for her, his fingers gently brushing aside the strands of blonde hair that had fallen across her face. Her breath came in shallow, ragged gasps as she fought to collect herself, the pain from the fall still radiating through her body.

“Are you okay, princesa?” Dominik’s voice was soft, almost a whisper, laced with a deep concern that was impossible to hide. His eyes were filled with worry, the emotion so raw and genuine that even Damian, standing nearby, was left speechless. This was a side of Dominik that he had never seen before—not even when they had been on good terms. The vulnerability and tenderness in Dominik’s gaze were startling, a stark contrast to the fierce competitor he usually was.

Dominik looked as though he might cry, his hands cupping Liv’s face with the utmost care. His thumb gently caressed her cheek, his touch tender and protective. He gazed at her as if she were the only person in the world, his attention so completely absorbed by her that it was as if the rest of the arena had ceased to exist. In that moment, it was just the two of them, a bubble of calm in the midst of the chaos that surrounded them.

Dominik leaned down and placed a soft, reassuring kiss on Liv's head. The simple gesture conveyed everything he felt in that moment—love, concern, and an unspoken promise to make things right. Liv, still in pain but fiercely determined, positioned herself against the commentators' table, trying to steady her breathing and gather her strength.

Liv, still catching her breath, managed a small, reassuring smile despite the pain. “Get him, Dom,” she whispered, her voice soft but filled with a quiet determination.

Those three words were all it took to snap Dominik back to reality. The realization hit him like a tidal wave—Damian had been the one to hurt her, even if it was unintentional. The worry in his eyes was quickly replaced by a steely resolve, his expression hardening as he gently released Liv and stood up. The tenderness from moments before was now replaced by a fierce determination as he turned his gaze towards Damian, the fire in his eyes burning brighter than ever.

Dominik had always been protective of Liv, but now that protectiveness had evolved into something more—a need for retribution, to make sure that no one ever hurt her again.

When Dominik finally turned to face Damian, the change in his demeanor was palpable. The softness he had shown Liv was gone, replaced by a cold, seething anger that radiated from his very core. His eyes, usually so warm and expressive, were now dark, filled with a fury that sent a chill down Damian’s spine. It wasn’t the Dominik that anyone in the arena knew; this was someone else entirely, someone consumed by a need for vengeance.

Dominik rose slowly to his feet, each movement deliberate, his gaze never leaving Damian. He could feel the darkness closing in around him, the words "Damian just hurt Liv" echoing endlessly in his mind. The thought alone was enough to make his blood boil, his vision narrowing until all he could see was Damian—the man who had hurt the person he cherished most in the world.

The rage inside Dominik had been simmering for a long time, but now, it had finally boiled over. He moved with a deadly calm, his body taut with tension as he walked toward the ring, every step heavy with purpose. Damian, sensing the shift in Dominik’s demeanor, instinctively took a step back, his confusion evident as he tried to process what was happening. This wasn’t the Dominik he knew; this was someone unrecognizable, a force driven by a singular, blinding anger.

Dominik slid into the ring, his movements fluid and purposeful. The moment his feet touched the canvas, he exploded into action. With a speed and intensity that caught Damian completely off guard, Dominik lunged at him, his fists flying as something deep inside him snapped. The controlled, strategic fighter was gone, replaced by a whirlwind of raw, unbridled fury. Every punch, every strike was fueled by the thought of Liv’s pain, of Damian being the one responsible for it.

In that moment, Dominik was no longer holding back. He had unleashed something primal, something that had been building inside him for far too long. The anger, the protectiveness, the overwhelming need to defend Liv—all of it had come to the surface, and there was no stopping him now.

Dominik's fury was unleashed in a storm of relentless attacks, each one more powerful than the last. "DON'T YOU EVER PLACE YOUR HANDS ON MY GIRL!" he roared, his voice echoing through the arena as he continued to rain down harsh blows on Damian. The words were filled with a fierce protectiveness, a command that left no room for argument. Dominik was like a man possessed, his every move fueled by the anger and love that surged through him.

Damian, normally a formidable opponent, found himself utterly defenseless. Dominik wasn’t giving him a moment to recover, not even a second to catch his breath. Every time Damian tried to block or retaliate, Dominik was already there with another strike, keeping him off balance and on the defensive. It was a side of Dominik that had never been seen before—an aggressive, unrelenting force that was overwhelming Damian completely.

With a swift and precise movement, Dominik grabbed Damian and set him up for the Tres Amigos—a tribute to the legendary Eddie Guerrero. He executed the first suplex with a surprising ease, his strength fueled by pure adrenaline. As he rolled through to hit the second suplex, the crowd could feel the intensity in the air, the passion behind each movement. And then, with a powerful lift, Dominik completed the third suplex, slamming Damian into the mat with an impact that shook the ring.

But he wasn’t done. Not even close. Dominik pulled Damian up again, his face a mask of determination and fury. With Damian barely able to stand, Dominik set him up for a 619, his signature move. The crowd roared as Dominik launched himself between the ropes, the momentum sending him crashing into Damian with full force.

Liv, despite the pain coursing through her body, watched proudly from outside the ring. She could see that Dominik’s potential was finally blossoming, that he was no longer the unsure young man he once was but a force to be reckoned with. Her heart swelled with pride, even as her body ached from the earlier impact. But as she glanced towards the ring, her pride quickly turned to concern.

Rhea was moving, her eyes locked on Dominik as she prepared to step inside the ring. Liv knew exactly what Rhea intended to do, and she wasn’t about to let it happen. With a determined grimace, Liv began to crawl towards the ring, her movements fueled by the same protective instincts that had driven Dominik earlier.

As Rhea slipped into the ring, positioning herself against the ropes to attack Dominik, Liv seized the moment. She pulled herself up onto the apron, using every ounce of strength she had left. Without hesitation, she lunged at Rhea from behind, catching her completely off guard. With a swift motion, Liv hooked Rhea’s arm and delivered her finishing move, the Oblivion.

Liv jumped up, kicking off the middle rope as she grabbed Rhea by the head, driving her face-first into the mat with a force that echoed through the arena. The move was executed perfectly, the impact stunning Rhea as she hit the canvas with a thud. Liv landed gracefully, her breath heavy but her determination unwavering.

Dominik smirked with determination as he climbed to the top rope, the adrenaline coursing through his veins as he prepared to deliver the final blow. The crowd was on their feet, anticipation hanging in the air as he leaped off the turnbuckle with the precision and grace of a seasoned high-flyer. The Frog Splash was executed perfectly, his body crashing down onto Damian, who Liv had expertly positioned in the center of the ring.

“1… 2… 3!” The referee’s hand slapped the mat for the final count, and the arena erupted in a deafening roar. The victory was theirs, but in that moment, it wasn’t the win that mattered to Dominik and Liv. As the crowd celebrated around them, the only thing that mattered to them was each other.

Dominik rolled off Damian and immediately found Liv, his arms wrapping around her as he pulled her into a tight embrace. Their smiles were wide, their eyes shining with a mixture of relief, love, and pure joy. The connection between them was palpable, an unbreakable bond that had only grown stronger through the chaos of the match.

The referee approached, attempting to lift their hands in victory, but neither of them budged. They were lost in each other’s presence, holding on as if they never wanted to let go. In that moment, the world outside their embrace seemed to fade away, leaving only the two of them in their shared triumph and relief.

“I’m so happy you’re okay,” Liv whispered softly, her voice barely audible above the cheers of the crowd. But as she pulled back slightly, her smile faltered, replaced by a concerned frown as she noticed the dark bruise forming at the corner of Dominik’s eye. The sight of it made her heart ache, knowing how fiercely he had fought not just for the win, but for her.

Dominik, however, was oblivious to his own pain. His entire focus was on Liv, his gaze locked onto her with an intensity that made her feel as if they were the only two people in the world. His hands gently found their way to her face, cradling it with the same tenderness he had shown earlier. His thumbs traced the delicate lines of her features, as if he was reassuring himself that she was really there, safe and with him.

“You okay?” he asked softly, his voice a gentle caress, a stark contrast to the fury he had unleashed on Damian just moments before. There was a vulnerability in his eyes now, a deep concern that mirrored her own, and it made her realize just how much he truly cared.

Liv nodded, her own hands coming up to cover his, feeling the warmth of his touch. “I am now,” she replied, her voice filled with emotion, knowing that whatever they faced, they would face it together.

Although Dominik was bruised and his body ached from the battle, none of it mattered in that moment. All he could focus on was Liv. The love he felt for her was beyond words, an overwhelming emotion that filled his heart and made the pain seem insignificant. His eyes sparkled as they looked at her, a mixture of admiration and deep affection lighting up his gaze. Despite his exhaustion, he reached out, his fingers gently adjusting a stray lock of her hair. Liv’s tired giggle in response was like music to his ears, soothing the remnants of the storm that had raged within him.

“I’m so proud of you, Dom,” Liv whispered, her voice tender and full of sincerity. She paused for a moment, letting the words sink in before adding, “Always.”

Those simple words healed something deep inside Dominik, something he didn’t even realize needed healing. They filled a void left by the harsh judgments and manipulations he had endured in the past. With Rhea, he had always felt like he was falling short, never good enough. But with Liv, he felt whole. She made him feel valued just for being himself, without conditions or expectations. She made him feel loved, truly loved, in a way he had never experienced before.

A smile spread across his face as he looked at her, his heart swelling with emotion. “And I’m forever proud of you, Liv,” he replied softly, his voice full of genuine admiration. He leaned in, resting their foreheads together in a gesture of shared comfort and understanding. Both of them were exhausted, but in that moment, they found strength in each other.

As they stood there, lost in their own world, Damian and Rhea were seething, glaring daggers at the pair from the other side of the ring. Their anger was palpable, but it went unnoticed by Dominik and Liv, who felt as if they were the only two people left on earth. The connection between them was something special, something unbreakable. They had faced so much together, and in doing so, they had healed each other in ways neither of them fully understood.

In Dominik's eyes, Liv was his light—his own personal sunshine. She had this way of brightening up everything in his life, casting warmth and clarity over even his darkest moments. Just being near her made the world feel right, as if she chased away the shadows that had once clouded his heart. She was his source of joy, his beacon of hope, the one who made him believe in himself when no one else could. Every time she smiled at him, it was like the sun breaking through a stormy sky, filling him with a warmth that made all his pain and doubts fade away. Liv was more than just the woman he loved; she was the light that guided him, the very center of his world.

To Liv, Dominik was like the moon, a soft and steady presence that illuminated her darkest nights. He was the quiet comfort she turned to when the world felt overwhelming, the calm in the chaos. Just as the moon reflects the sun’s light, Dominik reflected her love, radiating it back to her in a way that made her feel safe and cherished. In her moments of doubt, when everything seemed to be falling apart, Dominik was there, shining through the darkness and giving her the strength to keep going. He was her balance, the one who understood her in ways no one else did, bringing light into her life just when she needed it most.

Together, they were like the sun and the moon—two halves of a whole, each one completing the other. Liv brought brightness and energy into Dominik’s life, while he offered her the peace and stability she craved. They balanced each other perfectly, their love a constant cycle of giving and receiving, lighting up each other's world in ways they never thought possible. As they stood there in the ring, holding each other close, it was clear that no matter what challenges they faced, they would always have each other.

Liv smiled up at Dominik, her eyes shining with the love she felt for him, before placing a soft kiss on his lips. The kiss was brief but filled with emotion, a silent promise of the bond they shared. Dominik grinned in return, feeling more content than he ever had before.

With a gentle nod, he helped her out of the ring, their hands still intertwined as they made their way backstage. The world outside their love seemed distant, irrelevant. All that mattered was that they had each other, and in each other, they had found a place of safety, comfort, and unending support. The bruises and aches would fade, but the love they shared—strong, unconditional, and healing—would last forever.

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Cozy Secrets || Chp 3

Character: Spy!Bucky x Roommate!Reader

Summary: Y/N found herself at her high school reunion, accompanied by her unexpected fake boyfriend, who also happened to be a spy.

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The days turned into weeks, and there was still no sign of Bucky returning home. Y/N continued with her life, focusing on her work as an interior designer. Today's agenda involved meeting a new client, Mr. Kensington, an eccentric aristocrat who had recently acquired a house in New York.

Y/N arrived at the grand mansion, its façade oozing opulence and mystery. The butler led her through the elaborate corridors adorned with priceless artifacts until she reached Mr. Kensington's study. The room was filled with antique furniture, rare paintings, and an air of sophistication.

"Ah, Ms. Y/N, delighted to meet you," Mr. Kensington greeted with a flourish. He was a distinguished man, dressed in impeccable attire that matched the grandeur of his surroundings.

"The pleasure is mine, Mr. Kensington," Y/N replied, taking a seat.

Mr. Kensington wasted no time in getting to the point. "I've heard of your extraordinary skills in interior design, particularly your ability to keep matters discreet. I have a rather unique project for you."

Y/N nodded, intrigued. "I'm all ears. What do you have in mind?"

Mr. Kensington leaned forward, his eyes gleaming with a spark of excitement. "I need a secret vault hidden in my study. A concealed door, perhaps behind a bookshelf or a portrait. I trust you can handle such a task?"

A secret vault, Y/N thought, the intrigue deepening. She had designed various rooms and hidden spaces in the past, but this request added a layer of mystery she found intriguing.

"Of course, Mr. Kensington. Creating concealed spaces is my specialty. Do you have any specific preferences or themes for the hidden door?"

Mr. Kensington stroked his chin, contemplating. "I fancy the idea of a bookshelf that reveals the entrance when a particular book is pulled. As for the theme, surprise me. I enjoy the unexpected."

Y/N nodded, mentally noting down the details. "Very well. I'll start working on the design, and we can discuss any adjustments or additions as the project progresses."

"Excellent, Ms. Y/N. Money is no object, so spare no expense in ensuring the utmost secrecy and sophistication," Mr. Kensington declared with a sly smile.

As Y/N delved into the intricacies of the project, discussing potential materials, hidden mechanisms, and the overall aesthetic, she couldn't help but be drawn into Mr. Kensington's eccentric world.

Days turned into weeks as Y/N meticulously planned and executed the design for the hidden vault. Mr. Kensington, appreciating her dedication and creativity, granted her access to the entire mansion, including rooms filled with his vast collection of artifacts.

One day, while working in the study, Y/N felt a subtle change in the atmosphere. The workers seemed unfamiliar, and a hushed voice whispered, "Psst, it's me."

Startled, Y/N turned to see Bucky disguised as one of the workers. The realization dawned on her – Bucky had been undercover in Mr. Kensington's mansion all along.

"Y/N," Bucky greeted with a smirk, "Surprised to see me?"

A mixture of relief and curiosity washed over her. "Bucky, what on earth are you doing here?"

Bucky chuckled. "Let's just say, your client and I have a mutual interest in keeping things hidden."

Y/N's surprise at seeing Bucky in disguise quickly transformed into a mix of confusion and intrigue. As she absorbed the revelation that Bucky had been undercover, she couldn't help but wonder about the true nature of Mr. Kensington's secrets.

Bucky, maintaining his cover among the workers, approached Y/N with a conspiratorial glint in his eye. "Fancy meeting you here, Y/N. Turns out, our dear client has more than just a penchant for eccentric designs."

Y/N, still processing the information, replied with a subtle nod. She had become accustomed to the unexpected twists in her life, but this one took the cake.

Bucky leaned in, speaking in a low voice. "There's a nuclear code hidden within Mr. Kensington's vault. My mission is to retrieve it, but the security here is tighter than I anticipated."

Y/N raised an eyebrow, realizing the gravity of the situation. A nuclear code – a high-stakes game that transcended the realm of her usual discreet designs. She glanced at the intricately designed vault, wondering how it concealed such a dangerous secret.

"So, what's the plan?" Y/N asked, her words measured and composed.

Bucky explained the intricacies of the security systems and the need for Y/N's expertise. Her task was to create a diversion, something significant enough to draw attention away from the vault, while Bucky maneuvered through the mansion in pursuit of the elusive nuclear code.

As Y/N immersed herself in planning the diversion, she couldn't shake the feeling of being caught in a web of espionage and secrecy. The mansion, once a canvas for her creative designs, had transformed into a labyrinth of hidden agendas and dangerous secrets.

The night of the operation arrived, cloaked in shadows and suspense. Y/N, clad in dark attire, executed the diversion with precision. A well-timed malfunction in the mansion's power grid created chaos, diverting attention and leaving the security team scrambling to restore order.

In the midst of the commotion, Bucky, still disguised as a worker, stealthily navigated through the mansion. His every move calculated, blending seamlessly with the chaos Y/N had orchestrated.

As Bucky approached the vault, the tension escalated. The intricate mechanisms of Y/N's diversion worked their magic, creating a window of opportunity for Bucky to access the vault without raising suspicions.

However, just as Bucky reached for the vault's hidden entrance, an unexpected voice echoed through the study. "What's going on here?"

Y/N, stationed strategically to monitor the situation, recognized the voice – Mr. Kensington himself, drawn to the scene of the disturbance.

Bucky froze, his disguise momentarily at risk. Y/N, acting on instinct, stepped forward, her voice calm and authoritative. "Mr. Kensington, there's been a technical glitch. We're working to resolve it. Please return to a secure area."

Mr. Kensington scrutinized Y/N for a moment, his gaze piercing. Yet, something in her demeanor convinced him to heed her instructions. With a reluctant nod, he retreated from the study, leaving Y/N and Bucky in the tense aftermath.

As the seconds ticked away, Bucky resumed his mission. The hidden door creaked open, revealing the vault's mysterious contents. The nuclear code, concealed within a secure compartment, awaited extraction.

With the mission accomplished, Bucky discreetly exited the study, merging back into the chaos of the diversion. Y/N, maintaining her composed exterior, discreetly observed his retreat.

Once the mansion returned to a semblance of normalcy, Y/N and Bucky reconvened in a discreet location. The weight of the mission lingered between them, unspoken words echoing in the air.

"Thanks for the assist, Y/N," Bucky acknowledged, his gaze a mix of gratitude and an unspoken understanding.

As he prepared to depart, a sincere expression of gratitude painted his face. Bucky enveloped Y/N in a heartfelt hug.

"Y/N, you're a lifesaver," he whispered, the weight of unspoken appreciation hanging in the air. With a nod and a final glance, Bucky disappeared into the night, leaving Y/N to navigate the aftermath of espionage and the echoes of a world she had unexpectedly become a part of.

Y/N returned home, the events of the covert operation still playing in her mind like a suspenseful movie. The intricacies of espionage and the clandestine world were not something she had ever imagined becoming a part of, yet here she was, entangled in the mysteries that unfolded beyond her interior design projects.

The next day brought an unexpected visitor to her doorstep. A woman dressed in black, exuding an air of mystery, stood on her porch. She introduced herself as Natasha, a member of the same agency as Bucky.

"Y/N," Natasha began, her gaze sharp and assessing, "you handled the situation with Mr. Kensington admirably. You have a knack for navigating high-stakes scenarios. We could use someone like you."

Y/N, still processing the surreal turn of events, regarded Natasha with a mixture of curiosity and uncertainty. The agency, with its covert operations and hidden agendas, seemed like a world far removed from her artistic endeavors.

Natasha continued, "You've proven yourself resourceful and discreet. We have a proposal for you – join our ranks. Work with us, and your skills won't be limited to interior design."

Y/N hesitated, the weight of the decision hanging in the air. The quiet life she had known, filled with designs and creative projects, now stood at a crossroads. The allure of the unknown, coupled with the desire to unravel the mysteries that had become intertwined with her life, tugged at her curiosity.

"What do you say, Y/N?" Natasha inquired, her expression unreadable.

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[bearsworld73]

Ethan Edwards 73

Summary - Ethan sees reader on the Jumbotron, finding her very attractive, he seeks out to find her after the game.

Pairings - EthanEdwards x UMICHstudent!reader

Warnings - Smut! P in V sex, pet name (baby) unprotected sex(reader is in birth control), a little cursing, one or two little slaps on the ass, cream pie, this is really long sorry.

A/n: 18+ however if you are 16+ that’s fine too with me, just be warned. If you want to send requests please try and send them through my Inbox! This is just so I don’t get anything mixed up and I can go in the order of first come first serve. This request was so cute and I am actually so here for it! Also no shame to @dgefhrsff for commenting under my post! I just wanted to clear the inbox thing up! Hope you enjoy!

You were in the back of Amelia’s car, while in the passenger seat beside her Olivia sings along with a Katy Perry song. You guys were heading to a hockey game, since you had never been to one. “I can’t wait to see Luca on the ice tonight. He’s in my class and he is the literal definition of adorable.” Evelyn yaps next to you.

You snort at her statement. “didn’t you guys get paired with each other for a project?” You ask her, rolling your eyes playfully as she takes her phone out, snapping a picture of herself and sending it to Luca. She wrote something on there as well, but you couldn’t catch what it said before she sent it.

“Yeah.” She replied shortly, pausing to look you up and down. “You must be trying to impress somebody, that short skirt and…” she paused, eyeing you more. “Skimpy? Crop top, is so cute!” She finished, smiling brightly at you.

You really appreciated her feedback, you weren’t too sure about your outfit tonight. You also know if it was bad she’d send you right back into the house to change into something different, even if it didn’t match the theme. “Thank-” you start, but get cut off by Amelia yelling.

“WE ARE HERE BITCHES!” Amelia yells from the top of her lungs, putting her hands in the air. You all laugh at her antics, getting out of the car to quickly get your seats. “You don’t have to yell.” Olivia scoffs playfully, Amelia blowing a kiss her way.

You all make it in the stadium, picking the closest seats to the glass. As the girls around you talk, waiting for the game to start, you watch the hockey boys warmup. “Who’s got your eye?” Amelia asks you, she as well eyeing the hockey players through the glass.

A small blush creeps across your cheeks. “I don’t know, number 73 is kind of cute.” You reply shyly. Amelia gasps dramatically, you and the two others looking at her like she’s crazy.

“Ethan Edwards is not ‘kind of’ cute, he’s one of the hottest seniors this year!” She laughs at your reaction to her dramatic effect. However, Olivia and Evelyn nod, agreeing with her statement.

You cover your face in embarrassment, looking around you to make sure nobody heard what Amelia had just said out loud. You lightly smack her arm, “You said that so loudly!” You say, trying to laugh it off.

“Yeah, yeah whatever.” She laughs, the lights in the stadium quickly dim as all of the hockey players come out excitedly. Everybody roars for Michigan as all of the boys are on the spotlight.

It’s been an hour since the game started and Michigan was winning. You and the girls were up dancing and singing to the songs coming through the speakers.

You were all having a great time when suddenly Amelia shouted. “Oh my gosh! You are on the big screen!” She yelled excitedly, pointing at you. You laughed and blew a kiss to the screen, not knowing that Ethan was watching you causing him to trip over his own skate.

You didn’t see it (thankfully for him) but the other guys most definitely gave him shit for it.

The game had ended a few hours after, the crowd excitedly cheered for their team.

Shortly after, you all went to leave, walking through the hallway. You admired the pictures of the hockey players while y’all walked through the almost empty hallway.

You were surprised when someone came up behind you, tapping on your shoulder. You turned around to see Ethan, in the flesh.

“Oh, hi!” You said, causing the girls to turn around and look in awe.

“Hey.” He said, almost like he was nervous. “I know this is strange,” he started, but continued no matter how uncomfortable this is for him. “but I saw you on the screen and I just wanted to say that you’re beautiful.” He finished, smiling as he saw the blush creep across your cheeks.

The girls gasped quietly, excusing themselves down the hall a bit further from you, while you talked to Ethan.

You looked over your shoulder quickly before returning back to his gaze. “Thank you.” You replied, your smile widening at his compliment. “It’s actually cool that you made an effort to tell me. Most guys wouldn’t.” You laughed slightly.

“Yeah I guess you’re right.” He paused looking down at your lips before looking back into your eyes. “If you want, we are having a bonfire tonight.” He trailed off. “You can come. Alone, or with your friends.” He says, his head nodding in the way your friends went.

Your eyes lit up at the request. “Yeah, I’ll talk to them.” You nod, digging your phone out of your not too big, not too small, purse. “Can I get your number? For the address?” You asked, handing him your unlocked phone.

“Yeah,” he said, typing his phone number in your phone, handing it back to you when he’s done. “really hoping to see you.” He says, smiling before walking away to his friends.

You had arrived at the bonfire Ethan was talking about with Evelyn, she didn’t want to leave you alone there and she wanted to see Luca so why not come?

You guys immediately find Ethan and the rest of the boys close to each other. Both Luca and Ethan having a drink in their hands.

“Hey! There she is!” Ethan yelled out, making your cheeks flush with pink as you walk over to where he was seated.

“It’s a bit chilly out here.” Evelyn while walking over to Luca. You, however, keep your eyes on Ethan.

“Do you mind?” You ask, gesturing to the arm chair.

“Not at all.” He smiled, raising his arm off of the arm chair as you sat sideways on it. “Glad you came.” He started.

“Yeah, she wanted to come see Luca. Hope that’s okay?” You reply, looking slightly down at him.

“Yeah it’s fine.” He nods, pausing as he looks at the chills on your arm. “You cold?” He asks shortly.

You nod. “A little. I forgot my jacket in the car. It’s fine though I can tolerate it.” You say shrugging, a confused expression forming on your face as he shakes his head.

“C’mon let’s go inside. It’s warmer, quieter in there.” He suggests, patting you on your lower back.

You giggle slightly, nodding while standing from your place on the chair. “Okay.”

You don’t know how you ended up in a bedroom, alone with Ethan but you did. “I thought we were going to get drinks.” You stated, looking out the window.

“Yeah well it’s also warmer in here, it’ll get colder down there when they keep coming in and out.” He replies smoothly.

You purse your lips. “Ah.” You say in a playful sarcasm. “Is this what you do with all of the girls you hookup with?” You ask, walking over and sitting at the edge of the bed.

“Who said you’re a hookup?” He says in a smartass tone.

“I did.”

“Well you’re not.” He chuckles, walking over to you. You’re eye level to his crotch as he stands in front of you. “You may be if you keep looking up at me like that though.”

“What else should I look at then?” You ask, batting your eyelashes at him playfully.

“You don’t want to be a hookup?” He asks, his eyebrow rising.

“I’d rather be more than a hookup. Maybe a friend’s with benefits sort of situation.”

He hums, tapping his finger on his chin, smirking as you laugh up at him. “I have a better idea but I guess we can start there.” He say, grabbing your chin in between his thumb and pointer finger.

You stare up at him as if you’re innocent. “I’m curious about this better idea that you have.” You reply, licking your lips as he lowers himself to be face to face with you. He hums, caressing your cheek.

“Would you like me to ask now or after?” He asks, wiggling his eyebrows in a playful manner. You laugh at his antics, shrugging as you feel him get closer to you.

“In your opinion, would it be better to wait or to not?” You hum, tapping your finger on your chin as if you were thinking.

Ethan, licks his lips as he looks away for a second, only for his eyes to be brought back to yours. “In my opinion it doesn’t matter, but your opinion may differ.” He replies, looking away for another second. “You sure you want to do this tonight?”

“It’s gonna happen eventually isn’t it?” You reply, cocking your head a little as your lips are so close together.

“Guess you’re right.” He says before closing the space between you two.

You hum in the kiss as he moves you to lay on the bed, his hands immediately finding the strap to your crop top. As he is pulling the fabric off your shoulders, moving his lips along the side of your jaw. Your hands find the hem of his shirt, tugging in despair. He chuckles, gripping your breasts as he shows each one of them the right amount of attention. You throw your head back in pleasure as he sucks on your nipples. “Ethan” his name flies out your mouth as you pant out little pleas.

He stops what he’s doing, looking up at you. “What do you need baby?” He groans as you run your fingers through his hair.

You whine as he plays with the top of your skirt. “You. Want you Eddy.” You pant out, he smirks up at you.

“I never knew you to be so needy.” He says before tugging your skirt and blue lace thong down in one go. His eyes open wider as if he’s looking at the most gorgeous thing ever (he is). “So wet f’me already.” He hums while running a finger through your slick folds. You whine in protest, bucking your hips up as he slides two fingers into you.

“Ethan I meant you, not your fingers.” You manage to speak up before he curls his fingers to your g-spot, making you squeal. He looks up at you, shaking his head.

“Gotta get you prepared first sweetheart.” He says before speeding up the pace of his fingers, driving them into you deeper. Your cunt drenching his hand as you come close to your climax. You open your mouth to warn him but you can’t get anything out before you’re clenching so hard onto his fingers. He slowly pulls his long digits out of your soaked core, chuckling silently.

You gasp as you come down from your high, raising your head to look at him. He takes his fingers into his mouth with a smirk on his face, swirling his tongue around your juices that was left on his fingers. His eyes never leaving yours.

“You ready?” He asks as he unzips his pants, pulling both his pants and boxers down to the floor. His cock springs up, touching his belly button. You whine, your face flushing.

“Is it gonna fit?” You ask, bitting on your bottom lip. He chuckles, tapping the head of his cock on your clit. “Yes baby, I’ll make it fit.”

With that he slowly slides into you, your pussy stretching out slowly as you take him all in. He groans as he reaches balls deep into you. You moan at the stretch, chest rising and falling quickly as you get yourself a little too worked up.

He shushes you when you whine from him pulling almost all the way out then slamming back into you.

Soon, he is moving at a faster pace, your moans getting louder, the bed bellow you creaking, pussy squelching at the fast movements. “Yes Eddy, right there!” You moan out as the tip of his cock touches your sensitive spot.

You feel the knot forming in your tummy, gasping as you place your hand on his abdomen in effort to get him to slow down. “I’m gonna-” you start but get cut off with a loud moan as he places his thumb right on your sensitive nub.

“C’mon baby, let it go for me.” He grunts out, slapping your ass with so much force it’s gonna be red tomorrow. With that you come the hardest you’ve ever came. Tears streaming down your face at the overstimulation. “Where do you want me?” He quickly blurts out as he gets closer.

You cry out, wrapping your legs around his waist when you can’t answer. “O-on the -p-pill.” You manage to get out, he nods pushing his cock as far as it can go in your swollen cunt, finishing in you with a moan. You feel his thick strings coat the inside of your pussy.

Both of you are catching your breaths when he pulls out of you, you of course whining at the loss of contact. “Hold on baby let’s get you clean up.” He states, grabbing his shirt off of the floor and cleaning you with it.

He picks you up, moving the bedsheets, placing you down, then covering your body with the bedsheets. He climbs into the other side with you, pulling you close to him. Slapping your ass a little lighter than he did earlier.

You jump at the action, giggling into his chest. “Prettiest girl I’ve ever seen. I basically fell in love with you when I saw you tonight on that screen.” You look up at him, tracing his arm with your fingertips. “I might’ve been looking at you out there on this ice too. Think I might’ve fallen in love too.” You reply, pressing your lips against his jaw.

“Will you go out on a date with me?” He asks, looking almost nervous as he asks the question.

You laugh. “Ethan I will be your girlfriend right here right now, but yes a date would also be nice.” Your eyes sparkling as you look up at him.

“Hell yeah.”

Hope you liked! It’s super long so i am super sorry.

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Me thinking I’ll just doodle some designs for fun but then I think about Max and my brain explodes- Max would be the bestest big bro ever I know this in my heart!!!

(Handwriting/plus under readmore)

My Dawn(David) has full heterochromia, (yes they’re both green but they’re different shades of green and google says it’s the same genetically) and soft round lines

My Gwen has naturally brown hair and eyes and pointy lines. And hair with different shades in it. So I gave their bio kids a mix of both of these things!

—Dawn cooing over max feeding the twins, pauses when Luna throws some of her food at him. Max grimaces and tells them, “You guys were accidents-“

“-SURPRISES!” Dawn interrupts.

“Delightful fucking surprises…” Gwen mutters

“Dawn, they’re babies.” Max is amused at Dawn covering their ears.

—The writing above the babies drawing say: didn’t expect life to go this way but that’s ok <3

—The writing in the next 2 say: They learn to read quick with 2 bookworms around, and to be musically inclined!

—Gwen and Dawn buy the twins bear themed things because it’s cute but also to match Max’s teddy bear <3

—In the last drawing: Max! Big bro!

Luna!

-Gwen picked the name :)

-a tiny Dawn, but! surprisingly pessimistic :/

-darker skin tone from grandpa Louis! :D a few freckles around, mostly on their face

-they/she

Fern!

-Dawn picked the name :)

-a tiny Gwen, but! surprisingly optimistic =]

-tone somewhere between parents, almost as many freckles as Dawn

-she/they

Bonus hc is that while Gwen wears purple eye contacts, grandpa lucky Louis’s eyes are fr purple because he’s special like that <3 it just pushes the idea of Gwen feeling like she’s falling behind and not as bedazzling as her dad or others more I think! So she gets gorgeous brown eyes from her mom instead!

(for the max holding the grumpy baby I used a mogimush (on twitter) art pose as a ref because I couldn’t figure it out myself and I’m not certain that it’s different enough to just not mention, so thanks random artist I know nothing about)

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Say, which characters in HB and HH do you hate the most character wise and then design wise

OHHH MAN i could write an entire video essay about this topic lmao, let me try to be as brief as possible

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Hazbin - Worst Character: This one's hard, there are a few characters who probably suck but I just don't know that much about them. But based on what I know now, honestly…? Charlie. Coinsidering that… I think Faustisse?… confirmed that she's over 200 years old, the sheer level of naivete on her part is just annoying and unbelievable. She's over twice as old as Alastor, she should not be swayed so easily by him. As far as I'm aware she's not in a Disney Princess situation where she was shut inside the castle walls her entire life (PLEASE correct me if I'm wrong on that though) so there's no reason why she shouldn't be at least a little savvy to the ways of sinner demons. She should also have been able to see the VERY OBVIOUS SIGNS that Vaggie used to be an exorcist. Even Carmilla comments that it's super fuckin obvious; the Princess of Hell herself should be knowledgeable enough to pick up on hints that even the fandom picked up on when it was just the pilot. Overall, Charlie just comes across as kinda stupid imo. I don't find myself rooting for her at all.

Hazbin - Worst Design: Alastor. I know he may not necessarily look the worst, and I do in fact simp for him, but his design does absolutely NOTHING that a character design is supposed to do. Namely, it doesn't tell us anything about him & it doesn't help him stand out from the cast. Nothing about his design is uniquely 1930s (nobody wore their hair like that, pinstripe suits started in the 1800s and continue to be popular today, monocles were more of an 1800s thing and were considered old-fashioned by the 30s) or deer-esque (his ears really do not look like dear ears at all, and his "antlers" are just microscopic salad forks that don't even show up on his silhouette). The whole Voodoo thing, aside from being super disrespectful to a literal religion that is still actively practiced, is also so inconsequential to his character that it can be removed entirely and change NOTHING about him. Any of his traits that are in line with the Voodoo thing can still exist without it -- him being a trickster and a dealmaker, mostly. All the blacklight stuff doesn't match his aesthetic at all: in Princess and the Frog where everything was 1920s it gave a magic effect, but in Hazbin where all different time periods comingle it just gives a raver effect, which doesn't fit his anti-modern preferences at all. Also the living-shadow thing is yet another direct ripoff from Dr. Facilier (that might just be in the pilot though I'm not sure), I think the living microphone is a better route to take if you want him to have a spiritual companion type of thing; it's more relevant to his theming and more original. And of course none of this even touches on the "he's half-black" bullshit excuse that only came after V*v received backlash about the Voodoo thing. And it doesn't even solve the issue anyway. A mixed-race man from the 1930s would make for a very interesting character IF that unique experience/identity was actually integrated into his character in any noticeable way, but it's not. It was just slapped on at the last minute. Ugh. I could write an entire essay about Alastor alone tbh.

Helluva - Worst Character: Fizzarolli, but mostly when he was first introduced. Aesthetically he's the closest thing that I have to a "blorbo" in this show, but in the Ozzie's episode he just gave me the most rancid vibes ever. Definitely a "asexuality doesn't exist, you just haven't been with ME yet~" type of person. Admittedly that's more of a personal preference thing and less of a poor characterization; they're in the Lust ring, that type of attitude is kind of expected. What IS poor characterization, however, is his "development" later on when he and Ozzie basically get their own arc. His entire personality changes to be much softer and like…. idk, very obviously a trauma VICTIM and not so much of a potential trauma CAUSER? His character is not nearly as abrasive, but there's no corresponding event that would cause such a change. It just seems like now that he's supposed to be a sympathetic character, they changed his personality to be more appealing. He's not nearly as mean and rude as he used to be. Ozzie has a similar thing going on but it's not quiiiiite as severe, and he's saved from being the Worst by having a far more interesting and unique design. (If you had asked who I think has the BEST design in Helluva, I'd probably say Ozzie.)

Helluva - Worst Design: Beelzebub, no contest. A lot of people seemed to have a problem with her being bee-themed instead of fly-themed like the real Beelzebub in demonology, but that honestly doesn't bother me; I'm not expecting any Hellaverse stuff to be super accurate to The Real Lore so any tiny reference they can slip in (like with Ozzie's design) is just gravy. To me, bee and fly are close enough, I think it counts as a reference. Plus, the bee theme goes well with Gluttony ("nectar" is a common synonym for delicious food) and calling her Queen Bee is an easy way to make her name more appealing/sexy than, yknow. "Beelzebub." What DOES bother me is her canine aspect. Why is she a sparkledog? What is the logic behind that? Why isn't she huge-by-default like Ozzie and Mammon? (You'd think GLUTTONY of all sins would be a big character!) It really just feels like V*v wanted Ke$ha to have a cameo role as a major character and just arbitrarily picked one of the sins for her to be. So the character design has Ke$ha in mind faaaaar more than it has Beelzebub in mind. ***(Funny thing about Queen Bee: for a solid week after her episode came out, I was actually fooled by this page from an RP wiki: [https://hazbin-hotel-and-helluva-boss-rp.fandom.com/wiki/Beelzebub] The explanation that I'd gleaned for this version of her is that the picture shown is the REAL Beelzebub, and the one we see in the show is her daughter by the lord of Hellhounds, Cerberus, which explains her canine features. Queen Bee Jr. is the heiress to her mom's title in the same way Charlie is the heiress to Lucifer's title. The picture shown on that page is just SUCH a better design, and it looks like the show's style, and she seems to be a giant like Ozzie and Mammon…. can you blame me for being like "OH that makes sense!!" Cut to me a week later finding out this is just a fan RP wiki. Siiiigh.)

[milkcos]

redesigns!! ft. an entirely new style

more abt my choices behind the read more

maka: pretty much superficial stuff, gave her a cloak-like coat to replace the trench coat and updated her look a bit more? i wanted her to have more of a grunge vibe mixed with a prep look. so she’s got mary janes and a half tucked shirt

soul: he’s very much a grunge hipster based on canon aesthetics, so i changed his jacket into a quarter zip and gave him some baggier pants. also i feel like he would be that person perpetually carrying headphones

black star: he gets platforms!!! i feel like he would persist being stupid short for the rest of his life. otherwise his outfit remains pretty similar with just added bracers. i also incorporated more blue into his outfit and got rid of his dog cone collar.

tsubaki: unsexualized your girl, and then makes her more cool. no more tiddy window, but i did keep her slit just bc i feel like it’d give her more movement. she’s got shorts now and those martial artist slippers? for increased traction. and then yk pouches bc a girl has to have some sort of storage on her

kidd: i kept his suit style, but gave him a zoot suit instead. it gave him a more personalized look and kept him more on theme with the other redesigns. also skull bolo tie which fits the suit and his aesthetic. plus i like putting male characters in heels so he’s got heels on his mock dress shoe converse

patty: desexualizes and cowboys your girl. she’s got shorts in the original so i just made them longer and added a big belt buckle + bolo tie + cowboy boot + cowboy hat combination.

liz: desexualizes and cowboys your girl pt 2. since she’s got pants originally, i feel like boot cut jeans would make a lot of sense fr her? she’s got that kinda older sister y2k vibe. matching w patty also w her accessories too <3