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Birthday Girl

SUMMARY: Jasmine Harris, a confident WWE superstar, has spent years dancing around her feelings for her best friend and fellow wrestler, Damian Priest. When her birthday night spirals into frustration after Damian’s jealousy over a colleague spills into the open, the tension between them finally ignites. Fueled by a heated confrontation, old feelings resurface, and Damian takes it upon himself to show Jasmine how she truly deserves to be treated—both in and out of the ring. What starts as a volatile argument soon turns into an unforgettable night, where Damian's patience and Jasmine's long-buried desires collide in a whirlwind of passion.

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WARNINGS: 18+ SMUT.

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The Orlando club pulsed with energy, a mix of colorful lights and throbbing bass that enveloped Jasmine as she stepped inside, her birthday dress hugging her curves in all the right places. She had chosen a fitted black dress with a daring neckline, paired with strappy heels that made her legs look impossibly long. It was her night to celebrate, and she intended to make the most of it.

Jasmine spotted a few familiar faces among the crowd, but her gaze was drawn to the dance floor, where the music pulsed in rhythm with her heartbeat. She laughed, throwing her head back, the sound a melody of confidence as she made her way to her friends. The night was just beginning, and she felt a surge of excitement course through her veins.

“Jazz Hands!” a voice called from behind her, breaking through the music. 

She turned, a wide smile spreading across her face as she saw Damian approach, his tall frame cutting through the crowd effortlessly. He had a way about him that made him look effortlessly cool, and the tattoos that adorned his arms were a reminder of the fierce man he was in and out of the ring.

“Happy Birthday!” he said, wrapping her in a warm embrace that felt both familiar and electric. 

For a moment, she allowed herself to bask in the comfort of his presence, the years of friendship wrapping around them like a cozy blanket.

“Thanks, Damian,” she replied, stepping back to look up at him. “You made it.”

“Wouldn’t miss it for the world. Got a special birthday drink waiting for you,” he said with a playful wink.

She rolled her eyes, smirking. “You mean the one that’s mostly fruit juice and sugar? Very manly of you.”

“Hey, I have to keep you alive for the after-party, don’t I?” He chuckled, but his gaze flickered past her shoulder, and she sensed a shift in his demeanor.

Turning to follow his gaze, she saw Carmelo Hayes, a recent addition to WWE, casually approaching. He was exuding confidence, and when he spotted Jasmine, his smile widened as if she was the only person in the room.

“Looks like you’ve caught the attention of the new kid,” Damian said, his voice low. 

There was a hint of something in his tone—possessiveness?—that made Jasmine raise an eyebrow.

“Carmelo’s just being friendly,” she replied, shrugging off his concern, even as her pulse quickened under his intense gaze.

The night progressed, and as the drinks flowed, Jasmine found herself drawn to Carmelo’s magnetic presence. He was charming, witty, and had a way of making her feel seen and appreciated in a way she hadn’t felt in a long time. They danced together, their bodies moving in sync, and for the first time in what felt like ages, she felt free.

Damian watched from the sidelines, a storm brewing inside him. Every laugh she shared with Carmelo, every playful twirl, was like a knife to his chest. He was supposed to be the one making her laugh, the one pulling her into his arms.

As Jasmine tossed her head back in laughter, Damian could no longer contain himself. He stormed over, his heart pounding in his chest. 

“Hey!” he shouted, trying to pull her away. 

But in his frustration, he accidentally knocked into Carmelo, causing a drink to spill all over Jasmine’s dress.

“Damian!” she exclaimed, stepping back, the anger in her eyes cutting through him like glass. “What the hell?”

“I—” he started, but the hurt in her expression stopped him cold.

Jasmine was fuming, her face flushed with a mixture of embarrassment and anger. She glanced at Carmelo, who looked equally shocked, and then back at Damian. 

“You just ruined my birthday!” With a growl of frustration, she turned on her heel and stormed out of the club, the sound of her heels echoing on the pavement. 

Damian followed her outside, his heart racing. “Jazz!” he called, but she didn’t stop.

“Why would you do that?” she yelled, spinning around to face him in the dimly lit parking lot. “Why would you make an ass out of yourself like that?”

“Because I don’t like the way he was looking at you,” Damian shot back, his voice low but fierce.

She laughed bitterly, shaking her head. “You don’t get to dictate who looks at or touches me. You’re not my boyfriend, Damian.”

His heart sank at her words, but he couldn’t let her walk away. 

“I want to be!” he blurted out, the admission hanging in the air between them.

Jasmine scoffed, disbelief etched on her features. “Oh, really?” A few days, weeks, or months ago, maybe she would’ve jumped at the chance. But now? After he embarrassed her like this? “Well forget it. I would never date someone like you.”

The silence that followed was thick with tension, and Damian could feel the weight of his mistake pressing down on him. This wasn’t how he wanted things to be, but the longer she stood there, hurt and angry, the more he realized how much he had to lose.

With the air crackling between them, Jasmine’s anger hung in the air like a tempest ready to break. She stood there, her chest heaving, eyes blazing as she fought back tears that threatened to spill. Damian could see the hurt behind her defiance, and it twisted something deep within him.

“Jazz, please,” he started, desperation creeping into his voice. “I didn’t mean to ruin your night. I just... I don’t want anyone else to have you.”

“You don’t get to decide that!” she shot back, her words sharp like daggers. “You’ve had your chance, Damian. I’ve been waiting for you to make a move for years. I thought tonight would finally be different.”

“I was going to,” he replied, frustration bubbling beneath the surface. “But you were having fun. I didn’t want to ruin it.”

“Too late for that!” she snapped. “You’ve already ruined everything.”

“Damn it, Jasmine! I’ve liked you for so long, and watching you dance with him, seeing him touch you... I lost it. I didn’t want to stand back and watch anymore.”

Her expression faltered for a moment, confusion mingling with her anger. He never called her Jasmine. It was always Jazz or Jazz Hands. Jasmine was reserved for when he was pissed off with her. Which only happened once before.

But her anger only faltered for a moment before it returned. “So, you just thought you’d spill a drink on me and that would somehow make it better?”

“No! I thought I would get him away from you,” he admitted, taking a step closer, his voice dropping to a whisper. “I thought I could show you that I’m the one who deserves you. The drink getting spilled on you was an accident. I’m an idiot, not an asshole.”

Jasmine’s heart raced at his words, the sincerity in his voice momentarily softening her anger. But she wasn’t ready to let him off the hook. “You’re acting like a jealous boyfriend, but you’ve never even asked me out, Damian. You can’t just expect me to jump at the chance now.”

“I know,” he said, his voice hoarse. “And I’m sorry. I should have made my intentions clear a long time ago. I don’t want to lose you, Jazz.”

She took a shaky breath, uncertainty flickering in her eyes. “And what if I’m done waiting? What if I want to see where things go with Carmelo?”

“That’s not what you really want,” he said, his gaze intense, as if he could read the very thoughts racing through her mind. “I see how you light up around me, Jazz. Remember that night we stayed up talking until dawn, sharing secrets that no one else knows? You were so animated, laughing like the world outside didn’t exist. Or the way your eyes spark when I mention something you love—like your favorite old wrestling matches or that stupid ‘90s sitcom we binge-watched together on plane rides. You don’t do that with anyone else.”

He stepped closer, lowering his voice. “I know when you’re pretending, putting on a brave face for everyone else, but when it’s just us, you let your guard down. Like when you told me about that tough match last month—the one you thought you’d lost. I could see the fire in you, but I also saw the vulnerability. You don’t show that side to anyone else, Jasmine. You trust me.”

Damian’s expression softened as he continued, “And what about that night at my place, when we were supposed to just watch some stupid reality show? You fell asleep on me, and I didn’t want to wake you. But just as you were drifting off, you sleepily whispered that you loved me. You probably don’t even remember it, but I do. That moment meant everything to me.”

He paused, letting the weight of his words settle between them. “I know you feel it too. You might want to act like you don’t care, but I can see it in your eyes, in the way you react to me. You’re not just pushing me away; you’re fighting against something real.”

She hesitated, the temptation to give in battling with the anger still simmering in her veins. “You think you can just flip a switch and everything’s okay?”

Damian stepped forward, closing the distance between them. “No, but I can try. I’ll do whatever it takes to make this right.”

“Then start by apologizing for being a jerk,” she challenged, arms crossed defiantly over her chest.

“I’m sorry for being an ass tonight,” he replied sincerely. “You deserve better than that.”

Her heart softened at his words, and she could feel the walls she had built around herself beginning to crumble. But the hurt still lingered. “It’s going to take more than words, Damian.”

“I know,” he said, determination in his eyes. “Let me show you. Just give me the chance.”

With her heart racing, Jasmine considered his offer. Could she really take that leap after everything that had happened? But deep down, the thought of finally giving in to what had been simmering between them for so long felt exhilarating.

“Fine,” she said, her voice steady. “But if you screw this up again, it’s over for good.”

A grin broke across his face, a mixture of relief and excitement flooding through him. “I won’t let you down, Jazz. I promise.”

As his words hung in the air, a warmth spread through Jasmine’s chest, melting away the remnants of her frustration. She could see the sincerity in his eyes, the way his gaze held hers with a mix of determination and tenderness. The weight of their unspoken feelings settled between them like a comfortable blanket, wrapping her in a sense of security she hadn’t realized she craved. For the first time in a long while, Jasmine felt a flicker of hope igniting within her. Perhaps this night could mark a turning point, a chance to finally explore the depth of what had been simmering beneath the surface of their friendship for so long.

“So, are you going to take me home, or should I get an Uber?” she teased, breaking the spell of the moment.

Damian blinked, pulled from his thoughts by her playful tone. “I’ll take you home,” he replied, a grin spreading across his face. With that, they made their way to his car, the atmosphere shifting as they stepped into a night filled with possibilities.

Damian opened the car door for her, a charming smile gracing his lips as he extended his hand. 

“After you, birthday girl.” Jasmine took his hand, her heart racing slightly as she climbed into the car, feeling the weight of his gentle touch.

As he drove, the atmosphere inside the car shifted to something more comfortable, yet charged. Damian’s hand rested on her thigh, warm and reassuring. It was a gesture filled with respect, not invasive but undeniably intimate. She glanced sideways at him, catching the glint of determination in his eyes.

When they arrived at her place, Damian was quick to open her car door again, offering his hand to help her out.

“It’s the least I can do,” he said, his voice low. He placed a warm hand on her lower back as they walked to her front door, the touch igniting something deep within her.

They paused in front of her door, the air thick with unspoken words. Damian opened his mouth to say goodnight, wanting to respect her space and not push her limits. “Goodnight, Jazz. I hope you had a—”

“Are you going to come inside?” she interrupted, her eyes sparkling with mischief.

He hesitated, a slight blush creeping up his neck as he stumbled over his words. “I— I wasn’t sure I’d be invited,” he admitted, scratching the back of his neck, feeling a mix of excitement and nervousness.

Jasmine raised an eyebrow, a teasing smirk playing on her lips. “Well, I am still waiting on a birthday present from you,” she said, her voice laced with playful challenge. Before he could respond, she reached up, grabbed his tie, and pulled him inside.

Damian’s heart raced as he stepped over the threshold, running his tongue over his lips in anticipation. The door clicked shut behind them, and the playful air of the moment hung thick between them, charged with tension and unfulfilled desires.

Once inside Jasmine’s apartment, the atmosphere shifted again, charged with anticipation. The soft glow of the lamp illuminated the cozy space, casting a warm light over the living room. She set her keys down on the small table by the door, stealing glances at Damian as he stepped in behind her, closing the door softly.

“I, uh, didn’t think I’d be invited in,” he admitted, rubbing the back of his neck, a hint of nervousness breaking through his confident facade.

Jasmine smirked, leaning against the doorframe with an air of playful confidence. “You know, it’s not every day I get a ride home from a big, tall Puerto Rican,” she teased, the glint in her eyes revealing just how much she enjoyed his presence.

Damian chuckled, the sound low and warm. “Well, I’m glad I could offer my ride-share services. Just wait until you see what else I can do.”

Her heart raced at his suggestion, and the playful banter between them felt charged with something deeper. She took a step closer, her voice dropping to a teasing whisper. “You think you can impress me?”

He took a step forward, closing the space between them. “I’m hoping so” he murmured, his gaze locked onto hers, intense and full of promise.

Jasmine felt the heat radiating off him, the memories of their earlier conversation flooding back to her. She was still waiting for her birthday present, and the thought sent a thrill through her. “Speaking of impressing me,” she said, biting her lip, “I’m still waiting for that birthday present, Damian.”

A slow grin spread across his face, his eyes sparkling with mischief. “Oh, is that so?” he asked, stepping even closer, his presence enveloping her. “What do you want, Jazz?”

Without thinking, she reached for his tie again, gently tugging him closer until their bodies nearly touched. “Why don’t you come find out?” she challenged, her voice laced with flirtation.

Damian’s breath hitched, a mix of surprise and desire flashing across his face. “You’re playing with fire,” he warned, but the playful glint in his eyes said he was all in.

“Maybe I like fire,” she shot back, emboldened by the electricity crackling between them. “Maybe I want to get burned.”

With that, Damian closed the distance, his lips capturing hers in a deep, passionate kiss. It was everything she’d been longing for, a whirlwind of pent-up desire and unspoken promises. He pulled her closer, his hands sliding around her waist as if they were meant to be together like this.

As they broke apart, Jasmine could see the heat in his gaze, and it sent butterflies fluttering in her stomach. “So, about that birthday present…” he said, his voice low and teasing, filled with unspoken intentions.

Jasmine smirked, her heart racing as she looked up at him, feeling emboldened by the kiss. “I’m curious, Damian. What do you have in mind for this birthday present?” she teased, her voice playful yet laced with desire.

He took a step back, giving her a thoughtful look as he ran a hand through his dark hair. “Well, I was thinking something unforgettable,” he replied, his gaze scanning her features as if he were memorizing every detail. “Something that makes you feel special… because you are.”

Jasmine felt a warmth spread through her at his words, but she kept up the playful banter. “I mean, a simple ‘happy birthday’ would have sufficed,” she replied, her tone light, though her heart was racing.

“Where’s the fun in that?” he countered, stepping closer again, the heat radiating off him as he enveloped her in his presence. “You deserve more than just a few words. You deserve to be treated like the queen you are.”

The sincerity in his voice sent a shiver down her spine. She swallowed hard, feeling the weight of his words settle over her. “I’ll take that compliment, but let’s see if you can deliver,” she challenged, her confidence shining through.

Damian chuckled, leaning in, his breath brushing against her ear. “Oh, I can definitely deliver.”

Jasmine felt the heat of his body so close to hers, the anticipation hanging in the air as she tilted her head slightly, catching his eye. “Then show me,” she whispered, the challenge hanging between them.

With a smirk, he took her hand, leading her deeper into the apartment. The atmosphere shifted, becoming heavier with the promise of what was to come. He stopped in the living room, looking around before focusing back on her. “Do you want to play a game, Jazz?”

She raised an eyebrow, intrigued. “What kind of game?”

“I’m going to make you a deal,” he said, his tone serious but with an underlying playfulness. “If you can guess what I’m thinking right now, I’ll give you whatever you want for your birthday.”

She crossed her arms, a challenge in her eyes. “And if I can’t?”

He took a step closer, lowering his voice to a sultry whisper. “Then I get to have my way with you. No questions asked.”

Jasmine felt her breath hitch at the implication. The thrill of the challenge ignited something deep within her, and she couldn’t help but smile. “Okay, I’m in. But you better not go easy on me.”

“Wouldn’t dream of it,” he replied, his eyes twinkling with mischief.

Jasmine took a moment to consider. She stepped back, trying to think like Damian. He was intense, and brooding at times, but he had a playful side that came out when he was comfortable. 

“You’re thinking about… how much you want to kiss me again?” she guessed, biting her lip as she watched him closely.

He let out a low chuckle, shaking his head. “Not even close.”

She feigned disappointment but quickly recovered, trying to think of another guess. “How about… you’re wondering if I’m going to actually make you work for it?”

“Getting warmer,” he said, leaning closer, his breath warm against her cheek. “But still not right.”

The tension between them was palpable, and Jasmine was beginning to feel the heat rising in the room. “Okay, okay. How about… you want to know if I’m going to scream your name tonight?”

Damian’s gaze darkened, and the playful challenge melted away, replaced with a raw hunger. “Now you’re just trying to get under my skin by giving me ideas,” he said, his voice dropping an octave.

“Maybe,” she replied, stepping even closer, her heart racing. “Maybe I like it when you get frustrated.”

In one swift motion, he closed the gap, pinning her against the wall, his hands on either side of her head. “You’re playing a dangerous game, Jasmine Harris,” he warned, his eyes blazing with intensity.

She could feel her heart racing, the thrill of the moment coursing through her veins. “I know,” she breathed, a smile teasing her lips. “But you’re the one who made me do it. You wanted to play a game, remember?”

Damian leaned in, their lips just inches apart. “I think it’s time to remind you who’s really in control here.”

With that, he pressed his lips against hers once more, deepening the kiss, pouring all the frustration and desire he had been holding back into that single moment. Jasmine melted into him, feeling the weight of everything that had come before them and all the possibilities that lay ahead.

The kiss ignited a spark that traveled through Jasmine like wildfire. She wrapped her arms around his neck, pulling him closer as she melted into him, deepening the kiss. Damian’s hands roamed her sides, his touch igniting every nerve ending in her body.

As they pulled away, both breathless, Jasmine could see the heat in Damian’s gaze, the tension still crackling in the air between them. “I didn’t know you had it in you to be so bold,” he teased, brushing a stray strand of hair behind her ear.

“Guess you don’t know me as well as you thought,” she shot back, her confidence growing with every passing second.

He smirked, his eyes darkening with desire. “Oh, I know you, Jasmine. I know how fierce you are in the ring and how soft you can be when it’s just us. You can be both, and I find that incredibly sexy.”

Jasmine felt her cheeks heat at his words. “You always had a way with compliments, Damian,” she said, her voice teasing. “But I’m still waiting for that birthday present you promised me.”

He took a step back, contemplating her challenge. “Alright then, how about we make this a little more interesting?” he proposed, a mischievous glint in his eye. “I’ll give you a taste of what you’re missing, but only if you can guess what my next move is.”

Her heart raced at the idea of another game, the thrill of the chase reigniting her playful spirit. “Challenge accepted,” she replied, a smirk dancing on her lips.

Damian stepped away and moved to the living room, glancing back over his shoulder with a devilish grin. “You’ll have to catch me first.”

Without thinking, Jasmine lunged forward, her competitive nature ignited. She dashed after him, laughter spilling from her lips as they raced through the apartment. He moved quickly, his long legs easily outpacing her, but she was determined.

Finally, he stopped in front of the couch, turning just as she reached him. With a swift motion, he pulled her into his arms, lifting her off the ground. “Gotcha,” he whispered, his breath warm against her neck.

She laughed, feeling exhilarated as he set her down, their bodies still close. “You’re going to pay for that,” she teased, shoving him playfully.

“Bring it on, Jazz,” he challenged an edge of excitement in his voice.

As the playful banter continued, Jasmine felt a magnetic pull toward him. She stepped closer, her heart racing as she leaned in, teasingly brushing her lips against his cheek. “So, what’s next?” she asked, her voice a sultry whisper.

Damian’s expression shifted, the playful nature giving way to something more serious. “I want to show you how I feel, but I need you to let me know I can first.”

Jasmine’s breath hitched at his words, the weight of his sincerity hitting her. “I… I want that, Damian. But I’m scared,” she admitted, her vulnerability slipping through.

“Trust me,” he said softly, cupping her face in his hand, his thumb brushing over her cheek. “I won’t let you down. I promise to take care of you.”

With his words hanging in the air, she felt the last of her defenses crumble. The intensity of the moment wrapped around them like a cocoon, and she knew she wanted to dive deeper. “Then show me,” she whispered, leaning closer.

He didn’t hesitate. His lips captured hers again, slow and deep, the kind of kiss that spoke volumes of unspoken promises. As they kissed, the world around them faded away, leaving just the two of them in that intimate space.

When they finally broke apart, Damian searched her eyes. “Are you ready for your present?” he asked, a teasing smile playing on his lips.

Jasmine nodded, feeling exhilarated. “Absolutely.”

“Then let’s make tonight unforgettable,” he said, taking her hand and guiding her back toward the couch.

As they settled onto the couch, Damian turned to her, his expression shifting to one of complete devotion. “Tonight is all about you, Jasmine. I want to know everything you like,” he said, his voice low and sultry. “What makes you feel good?”

Jasmine felt a thrill run through her at his words, excitement and vulnerability mixing in a delicious blend. “You really want to know?” she asked, raising an eyebrow playfully.

“Absolutely,” he replied, his gaze steady, unwavering. “I want to make you feel amazing. So tell me.”

She bit her lip, feeling a flutter in her stomach. “I don’t want a quickie or something casual,” she confessed. “I want to feel every touch, every kiss. No rushing. Just… savoring the moment.”

Damian nodded, a satisfied smile spreading across his face. “That’s exactly what I had in mind.” He leaned closer, brushing his fingers along her arm, igniting tingles that spread across her skin.

Jasmine nodded, her heart racing in anticipation. He leaned in, placing gentle kisses along her collarbone, trailing down to the soft curve of her neck. Each kiss was deliberate, full of intent, making her body arch toward him instinctively.

“Tell me if I’m doing it right,” he murmured against her skin, his breath warm and intoxicating.

She inhaled sharply, her pulse quickening at the sensation. “You are,” she whispered, reveling in his touch. “More… just like that.”

His hands traveled to her waist, fingertips dancing over the fabric of her dress, sending shivers down her spine. “I want to know what makes you moan, what makes you squirm,” he urged, his voice thick with desire.

Jasmine felt bold and liberated under his attention. “I love when you take control,” she admitted, looking into his eyes.

With that, he began to explore, his hands roaming her body with a mixture of tenderness and strength. He pulled her closer, making her feel like the only person in the world. As he kissed her, each movement was slow, deliberate, meant to draw out every moment, every reaction.

He paused, meeting her gaze. “What else do you want, Jazz?” he asked, his brow furrowed in concentration.

“I want you to take your time,” she replied, her voice slightly breathless.

Damian smiled, the kind of smile that made her heart race. “Good. I want to worship you,” he said, dipping his head to plant soft kisses along her shoulders, trailing lower as he reveled in her reaction.

With each kiss, he took his time, teasing her with his lips, igniting a fire deep within her. He pulled the hem of her dress up slightly, exposing more of her skin. “Tell me what you want. I need to hear it.”

“I want you to touch me,” she admitted, her voice barely a whisper, the heat rising to her cheeks. “I want you to show me how much you want me.”

“Then I will,” he promised, his voice low and commanding. He shifted, moving to kneel before her, his hands sliding up her thighs, sending electricity coursing through her veins.

“Damian,” she gasped, the anticipation building as he hovered just inches away from her most sensitive spots. “You’re driving me crazy.”

“Good,” he replied, looking up at her with an intensity that made her breath hitch. “I want you to feel that. Just remember, it’s all about you tonight.”

With that, he leaned in, placing soft kisses along her inner thighs, teasing her, making her squirm with need. Jasmine’s fingers grabbed the top of his head, her fingers digging into his dark hair as she urged him closer, her body arching instinctively toward him.

“Please,” she breathed, desperation creeping into her voice. “I need you.”

“Be patient,” he replied, his voice thick with desire as he continued his exploration, each kiss a promise of what was to come.

Jasmine let out a soft whimper, the tension and anticipation coiling tightly within her. “You’re doing a good job,” she praised, her voice shaky. “I promise.”

“Just wait,” he murmured, a wicked smile spreading across his lips. “We’re just getting started.”

As Damian lavished attention on her inner thighs, Jasmine squirmed, every kiss igniting more need within her. His warm breath caressed her skin, and she could feel the heat radiating from him, fueling her own desire. “Damian,” she breathed, gripping the couch as she tried to contain the overwhelming sensations coursing through her.

“Just let go, Jazz,” he whispered, his voice low and seductive. “Trust me to take care of you.”

With a slight nod, she surrendered to him, leaning back against the cushions. He captured her gaze, his eyes dark with intent as he trailed kisses higher, teasing the edge of her lace underwear. “You’re so beautiful,” he murmured, his breath hot against her skin. “I want you to feel every second of this.”

As his fingers danced along the waistband of her panties, he paused, looking up at her with a smirk. “Tell me what you want,” he coaxed, his voice dripping with desire.

“I want you to touch me,” she admitted, her heart racing as she felt the heat of his hands so close. “I want to feel you.”

Damian’s smirk widened as he slowly peeled her panties away, exposing her to him completely. “You’re so responsive,” he said, his eyes glinting with mischief. “I can’t wait to make you feel so good.”

With deliberate slowness, he let his fingers glide along her most sensitive areas, coaxing out soft gasps and moans from her lips. Jasmine arched her back, feeling herself unravel under his skilled touch. “Oh God, yes,” she breathed, her voice a mix of pleasure and urgency.

“Keep talking to me,” he encouraged, his fingers expertly working to build her up. “Tell me how it feels.”

“It feels amazing,” she panted, her chest rising and falling rapidly. “You’re driving me wild.”

“Good,” he replied, his lips curling into a satisfied smile. “I want to hear you say it.”

“I want you, Damian. I want you to make me feel good,” she gasped, her body craving more.

“Then I will,” he promised, leaning in to capture her lips with his, the taste of her mixing with the intoxicating air around them. He kissed her passionately, his tongue dancing with hers, the rhythm matching the movements of his fingers, drawing out every sound, every reaction from her.

As he continued his teasing, he could feel her tensing, the pressure building within her. “You’re close, aren’t you?” he murmured against her lips, his fingers moving with precision.

“Damian,” she whimpered, her body begging for release. “Please don’t stop.”

“I won’t,” he promised, deepening the intensity of his touch. “I want you to come for me.”

With each stroke, he expertly pushed her closer to the edge, Jasmine’s breath hitching as pleasure washed over her like waves crashing against the shore. “Yes! Oh my God, I’m—”

“Come for me, Jazz,” he urged, his voice low and commanding, just the way she liked it.

With a final stroke, she shattered, a wave of ecstasy crashing over her. Jasmine cried out, her body arching off the couch as she let herself fall into the pleasure he’d given her. Every sensation was amplified, sending her spiraling into bliss as he held her, guiding her through it.

“That's it, baby. Just let it all go,” he whispered, his fingers slowing to a gentle caress as her body trembled with aftershocks.

As she came down from her high, Jasmine felt a warm sense of satisfaction wash over her. Damian pulled her into his arms, cradling her against his chest, the intimacy of the moment wrapping around them like a comforting blanket.

“See? That wasn’t so hard, was it?” he teased lightly, his fingers playing with her hair.

Jasmine chuckled softly, still riding the wave of pleasure. “You really know how to treat a girl.”

“I told you I’d make it about you,” he said, his tone playful yet sincere. “And I plan to keep that promise.”

With newfound confidence, Jasmine tilted her head to meet his gaze, her heart swelling with affection. “So, what’s next? More of this?” she teased, a playful glint in her eyes.

“Absolutely,” he grinned, leaning in to press his lips against hers once more.

“I want you to make me feel even better,” she whispered, feeling the heat rise in her cheeks. “I want all of you, Damian.”

“Then let’s take our time,” he murmured, brushing his thumb across her cheek. “I want you to enjoy every second of this, birthday girl.”

With that, he began to explore her once more, ensuring Jasmine felt cherished and desired, every kiss and touch a testament to the connection they were building. Each moment was filled with promise and passion, a dance of intimacy that drew them closer together, pushing the boundaries of what they’d once shared.

[kyleoreillylover]

INSTAGRAM AU- Carmelo Hayes X Fem!Black!Reader

A/N: Obsessed with Carmelo, and this is the product of it, hope you enjoy!!

LIKED BY CARMELOHAYES, ROXANNEPEREZ, AND 1 MILLION OTHERS

y/n: he took me out to a brunch date :)

tagged: Carmelo Hayes

VIEW COMMENTS

carmelohayes: my gorgeous girl ♥️

↳y/n: my pretty boy 😘🥹

↳ynstan: you guys are too cute 🥹 if you break up i won’t believe in love 😭

roxanneperez: how come u didn’t take me to brunch 🙄 i miss u! <3

↳y/n: i miss u too boo! promise I'll see u soon <3

trickwilliams: how come ur don't take me on dates too melo?

↳carmelohayes: bro don't be sus in front of my girl!

↳y/nstan: lmaoo Carmelo still tryna act cool with his girl 😭 it's okay bro to take trick on ur dates

corajade: ur still a loser lol

↳y/n: says the person who lost to me this week? talk to me when ur up from 2-0 🥰

↳ynlover123: LMAOO cora she ate u up 😭

↳carmelostan: better keep that mouth shut next time 🫢

↳carmelohayes: don't mess with my girl Cora 🤷🏾‍♂️

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LIKED BY Y/N, WWENXT, TRICKWILLIAMS, AND 2 MILLION OTHERS

carmelohayes: Thank you for having us for fight night UFC! We had an amazing time!

tagged: y/n, ufc.

VIEW COMMENTS

wwenxt: power couple!!

indihartwell: best couple in wwe!! (besides index of course)

↳carmelohayes: thank you for the high praise solider 🫡

y/n: I always have an amazing time with you 🥰

↳carmelohayes: and i always want you to feel like that with me ❤️

↳y/nstan123: YA'LL NEED TO STOP BEING SO CUTE I CAN'T KEEP RAISING MY STANDARDS LIKE THIS

↳trickwilliams: my man looks so good 😍

↳carmelohayes: I'M NOT YOUR MAN TRICK!!

↳carmelolover79: LMFAOO trick stop playing with him or he gonna beat ur ass 😭

↳y/n: don't worry babe, don't let ur gf stop u from finding ur husband ☺️

↳y/nstan23: y/n is done fighting for her man 😭

↳trickwilliams: you see bro, she gets it.

↳carmelohayes: BABE DON'T ENCOURAGE HIM!

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LIKED BY WWENXT, CARMELOHAYES, TIFFANYSTRATTON AND 2 MILLION OTHERS

y/n: Champs doing champ things 😙

tagged: carmelo hayes

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y/nstan: let me marry the both of u pls !

carmelolover71: my parents both look so fine!!!

jakarajackson: looking TEW MF FINE!! 🤩

↳y/n: says the literal supermodel 🥹 i can now die peacefully <3

maxxinedupri: and looking good while doing champ things!!

↳y/n: not looking as good as the blueprint!! 😚

↳ynlover80: the duo we need more of!!!!

carmelohayes: hottest champ ever 😍

↳y/n: i got it from the finest champ i know 💗

↳carmelohayes: I better be the finest champ you know 🤨

↳trickwilliams: bro she meant me as well 🤷🏾‍♂️ sorry bro

↳carmelohayes: boi if yo don't quit flirting with my girl BEOFRE I BEAT YOUR ASS

↳carmelolover79: I warned you trick 😭 better stop playing with ur friend 😭

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LIKED BY CARMEL0HAYES, TIFFANYSTRATTON, WWENXT AND 3 MILLION OTHERS

y/n: Wrestlemania afterparty ;)

tagged: carmelohayes

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wwe: the it couple and our nxt champs everybody!!

nxtlover80: bi panic bi panic bi panic

tiffanystratton: hot girl shit!!

↳y/n: learned from the hottest girl of all

↳tiffanystratton: and don't u forget it!!

carmelohayes: the most beautiful girl ever 😍 lucky to call you mine

↳y/n: aww 🥹 and I'm lucky to call you mine 🫶

↳y/nlover189: I'M CRYING THIS IS SO CUTE I'M CRYING 😭

↳carmeloynstan: they are the standard!! 🥹😭

indihartwell: okay you guys might be as cute as dexter and i 🙄 but you guys very cute, and i miss you, we need to do a double date sometime <3

↳y/n: tell me something i don't know girl 🤭 and i miss you too!! and we totally should, text me when ur free!! <3

↳y/nlover: idk if I should be scared or excited for them to meet dexter 😭

↳ynstan920: two power couples meeting?! sign me tf up!!

trickwilliams: this was cute! but not as cute as us

↳trickwilliams: update: he is beating me up!!! send help!

↳y/n: this is on u this time trick 🤷

↳carmelostan: CARMELO FINALLY GETTING HIS LICK BACK LOL

↳nxtstan77: we warned u trick 🤷 time to face the consequences 🥰

[dracothelizard]

RULES: put 5 songs you actually listen to, then tag 10 people.

I was tagged by @brigdh

This is mostly my 'songs I put on on Spotify when I have to do bathroom cleaning'.

Electric Six - Boy Or Girl - Turns out Electric Six has more songs than Gay Bar or Danger High Voltage, and a lot of them are pretty fun!

Sharpen up your number two pencils ‘cos the test is beginning You're entering a game of losers and there is no winning

Nanowar of Steel - Norwegian Reggaeton - If you've ever thought 'okay, I like those Spanish-language summer hits, but I also like metal', has Nanowar of Steel got the song for you!

Yeah, you drilled my heart and my blood is spilling, babe Like oil from a platform in the North Sea You fished me like a whaler in violation of international treaties, babe

Darren Hayes - Homosexual (Act One) - Darren Hayes, formerly of Savage Garden, has run out of fucks to give and it is beautiful. His entire album is filled with eighties-inspired songs, and I am here for every one of them.

All, all of my life I've been waiting for the sun Sun to come out (hey) You're here and it's like my favorite record Wanna drown in the sound

Texas - Black Eyed Boy - IDK it's a great tune???

My black eyed boy You will find Your own space and time

Senhit ft Flo Rida - Adrenaline - Just be glad I only put in one Eurovision. Is it cheesy? Yes. Is it catchy and fun? Also yes.

Tagging: @denizbevan @fpwoper @snowballschanceinahandcart @ghostalservice @sweveris @salendola @multishipperpirateking @carrymelikeimcute @ramsaybaggins @elapsed-spiral

[smolbeandrabbles]

The Arraignment - Kenneth Hayes x Reader (The Outsider)

I caved because I keep switching to calling him “Hayes” now...  Either way, I love him the most.

Love It Gone

Author’s Note: If your character is acted by a Broadway star, he can sing. That’s all I’m saying. Or an actor who just so happens to be able to sing BUT in Kenneth Hayes’ case, a Broadway Star. Just in case you were about to doubt that one sentence I wrote about Karaoke  😉 Don’t worry, that fic is coming...!

Disclaimer: The Outsider and it’s characters are all Stephen Kings / ‘Kenneth Hayes’ as a name I guess is HBO’s.../ lyrics not mine / I took the cap! / I did steal the title from the title of the chapter in the book I won’t lie...

Premise: When the Arraignment hearing doesn’t go exactly as planned, you know the one thing DA Kenneth Hayes needs right now...

Words: 1901

Warnings: N/A - I always say ‘The Outsider’ spoilers, you know, just in case you haven’t read/seen it yet.

_______ Don't think I've ever seen your kind of pretty Wandering 'round this midnight mad house city You got a look that says you got it all together So if you don't mind, I'd like to know you better I want the secrets you keep, the shine underneath Of the diamond I think I just found Take me the long way around I want your red blushing stories Your faults and your glories That made you who you are right now

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To say every screen in this house was on was an understatement.

Everything was going fine this morning. He’d left so early you’d barely had time to mumble a sleepy ‘Good Luck!’ as he kissed your cheek goodbye and left you in bed. You knew you’d be a nervous wreck – this was huge – so you’d taken a day of leave to watch the whole thing on TV. Which means you’d caught him being interviewed on WPQX. How they’d slipped in a question about his name perhaps appearing on the election ballot in March. Your heartbeat quickened at that – you’d assisted him in his last campaign – and you were just as excited to kick this one off for him too. Well, all in good time. First to put Terry Maitland away for what he did. Conflicting evidence or no – you believed in this case, and you believed in your lover. He worked so hard – but as the District Attorney, unfortunately that didn’t come with much love. 

But then the shooting started. And immediately all your senses were on fire – such as they should be, you were a detective in your own District. An active shooter situation was no laughing matter. Ralph Anderson took two shots, two good shots – but by that time you could hardly make anything out as the camera got shaky and people were running and screaming, as they rightly should have been. Then the footage cut. And nothing. News casters looking bewildered and trying to cut back to the scene of the biggest thing happening in this city since forever…

From then on, every piece of technology in this house was switched to a different channel and you were analysing every grainy, mobile phone camera, piece of footage that each network could offer you. But they all focused on Terry, Ralph, the shooter. And no matter how hard you tried; you couldn’t answer the only question that mattered to you: Where was Hayes?

 But it was getting late now, and all the news was getting repetitive. The house was dark and quiet, save for you sitting huddled in your chunky knit cardigan on the stairs, the only glaring light coming from your phone screen as you read new updates. Terry Maitland was dead. So was Ollie Peterson – brother of Frankie, and also the shooter. Shit. This is a mess… babe…

You hadn’t heard anything else. Noone seemed to care about anything else – people glad Terry was dead, people throwing abuse at each other over whether he was innocent or not… At this point even you didn’t know for sure. But you were upset that all this hatred could be so incited. And you best believe your DA and his Detective associate were in the middle of it all. Only, Ralph had stopped the shooter. So, people weren’t really getting as angry with him. You’d given up waiting to hear ‘The Long Way’ chime gently from your phone speakers to let you know that Hayes was calling. But you were dying to. But sitting here waiting for him to call, and tell you he was fine, only made you laugh at the juxtaposition to hearing the go-to Karaoke song of choice – that you both sung a little too loud when taking lengthy summer drives with shades on and the top down.

You shook the thought away. Truth was, there’d been no record of who had or hadn’t been hurt. And what’s more, you knew what would be going down. Questions, checks, assessments – at police stations and hospitals. And god knows how many calls he’d have to make right now because of the position he was in. That was before Howie and Terry’s family got hold of him. But Hayes hadn’t even text you yet. You got tired of asking questions of people after situations like this, rarely had you been on the receiving end of them. But you can imagine having witnessed, and been right in the middle of something like that, it was bound to leave a mark on you. The last thing you’d probably want to do was talk with anyone. Let alone the hell scape that was outside the courthouse.

Eventually the lock to the front door clicked and the door opened with about as much force as the exhausted man behind it could muster. You raised your eyes to the sound, heart leaping to know he was okay enough to return to you this evening – and that you didn’t have to open that door to police vehicles. But Hayes looked like a hollow wreck. There was no light in those deep brown eyes – lost in his own head on another planet. He still carried his briefcase and his case file under his arm – papers hastily stuffed in it where he’d finally cracked and had to get out of his office. Hayes was surprised that he’d actually made it all the way back here; thankful that he must have done it on autopilot. But he was numb, and he didn’t think he’d ever been in a position before where he’d felt nothing. Not even when prosecuting the worst of the worst. Hayes’ suit was a little crumpled and his tie was slack; top button undone to allow him to breathe. But it looked worse than that – right now it looked like it didn’t belong to the man that was in it. That it was a little too big for him and the situation. You knew he didn’t even realise that you were there as the door swung closed behind him – still looking at that far away point. But not for long. Your phone clattered to the floor as you rose – you were going to attempt doing so slowly, so as not to startle him. But your instincts kicked in – your need to protect him, and make him feel safe; to love him at a time you knew (practically) no one else would. Because right now Hayes was barely recognisable – and you knew that look. He’d made a mistake, and he knew it. And other people were going to pay dearly… Heck, today people had. So you ran to him – throwing your arms around him you buried your face in his chest. He took a step back at the force of it; and the briefcase went first. thump Your next movement released him from your grip for a second, before – slower – you wound your arms around his neck and shoulders, pulling him into your own. Papers scattered – neither of you cared. He didn’t move – he just let you bend his body. And you weren’t sure which were the right words to say first. You squeezed your eyes shut and knew that tears were clinging to your lashes. “You’re home…”

You slipped back down to the floor, wanting him to feel anything but trapped. Maybe right now the last thing he felt he deserved was love – he sure wasn’t quick to return it. Maybe Hayes wasn’t ready for that. Instead your gaze locked with his, and you didn’t blink for a significant period of time. The man you loved wasn’t just hurting, he was completely broken. You tried desperately to search for something in those eyes that would tell you otherwise; but tonight Kenneth Hayes was gone. Replaced by the hollow shell of a man who knew all he’d done was fucked it all up.

His eyes searched your face for something too, some semblance of ‘told you so!’ or ‘You should have just WAITED for the arrest! You should have pressed Ralph for something more!’ - something that wasn’t concern for his own wellbeing. But even he knew he wouldn’t find that now. Not now, not after hours and hours of you waiting alone for the call that never came.

When Hayes did open his mouth, you placed your fingertips delicately to his lips and shook your head. Nothing he could say would make this right. Nothing he could say would do anyone any good. “Hush… You’re safe. You’re safe here with me… I promise.” Safe from what? The masses that would want him and his reputation destroyed for this? From the hefty lawsuit he knew was coming? From himself-!? But Hayes still wanted to tell you that he should have called. He wanted to tell you he loved you. Wanted to tell you that he appreciated everything that you’d ever done for him, and continued to do, even if he didn’t say it so often – as if this would be the last chance he’d ever get to say it. For Terry Maitland that day and time was today, and it had been and gone. For Hayes the reality of mortality didn’t get much closer than being in the middle of a shootout. What if you’d decided to come to the Arraignment today? To see him at his very best? Hayes knew how much you loved watching him in the court room. When he’d catch your eye after a particular great statement of law; and you would bite your lip none too subtly… He squeezed his eyes shut for a moment. Even he knew that thought right now was inappropriate. Instead he exhaled – as if he’d been holding that breath in since he’d been standing on the courthouse steps. You ran your fingers through his hair, it was always neat and tidy. But at least you could pretend you were doing something for him if you did this. And that’s what made him break. Not so much that he cried; just that he crumpled. Hayes had a way of telling you he needed you, and this was more like begging. His arms wound around your shoulders, frame bending so low he made himself shorter than you, burying his face in the crook of your neck like he was trying to hide himself from the world. And you could only wish him good luck with such a thing now.

You wound your arms back around him, rubbing his back soothingly with one hand you cradled his head with your other. “It’s okay… It’s going to be okay…” You didn’t think this was true, but you knew you had to say it for you both. “You’re safe with me, I promise.” That was all you wanted him to know. God have mercy on anyone who decided to come for him this time around. You weren’t above giving TV crews a piece of your mind, at the very least – whatever they said about him, you’d give them hell. Exactly what they deserved. You wouldn’t let Hayes do this to himself, too many good people got torn down by mistakes. This mistake was big, maybe even huge. But no one involved deserved to have their careers and lives ruined over it.

Terry Maitland’s family did… Resounded in your head and you squeezed your eyes shut again to stop those tears from threatening again. No more crying. He needs YOU to be strong now. This wasn’t about Terry anymore, this was about the man you were holding right now, that you would walk through hell fire for. That you loved more than anything, a man who was just doing his job – with concrete evidence and the District behind him. And they better not let him down now... You would fiercely protect him from anything, because you loved him, and that meant that’s what your job was. And that’s exactly what you would do.

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@3134045126​ Though this one has much let of *that* relationship present! 

[rebelwrites]

Adapt And Overcome

Jason Hayes x Reader

Requested by @jasonbabymama // Hey babe are you still taking request? And if you do... can I get a Jason x reader where reader is going to a really hard depression because he has been in deployment and he comes back as a surprise but finds her like that... and it’s all about pampering and care? Like I’m having a really bad episode and your writing makes it a little bit better😩. Thanks and advance and if you’re not taking requests... THANKS ANYWAYS ME LOVE YOU

A/N: my inbox is always open if any of you need a should to lean on 🖤 no mentions as such of depression as I try not to write it because I don’t honestly know what it’s like but I know what it feels like to have the weight of the world on your shoulder.

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Jason Hayes Masterlist

This Months Writing

The moment he stepped off the plane and saw you weren’t there he knew what was going on. He could see how hard you were trying to hide how you were feeling, he always knew. Without you saying the words.

To the world you were perfectly happy, but he knew you felt like you were drowning, just about keeping your head above water. Without saying a word, he tossed his bag in the truck and headed home. Nothing else mattered right now.

As he pulled on the drive, he noticed all of the blinds were closed, another sign to him that you were struggling and you needed him to be your strength. Quietly he let himself into the house, he knew you would more than likely be napping.

Looking around the house he saw all the takeaway boxes scattered around, a mountain of washing in front of the washer, pots piled up in the sink. Running his hand over his face he sighed, it had been awhile since you were this low and didn’t have any motivation to do anything. Quietly he made his way upstairs, taking each step slow to avoid making them creek.

Pushing the bedroom door open he found you fast asleep on his side of the bed, wearing nothing but one of his shirts, he hated when you got this low and knew you probably wouldn’t want to speak about it but he would do anything to make you feel better, softly he pressed a kiss on your forehead before heading back downstairs to start cleaning.

The sound of pans clattering pulled you out of your sleep, automatically panicking that someone was in the house. In your sleepy daze you forgot that Jase would be due home soon.

You grabbed whatever object you could find, which just happened to be a baseball bat and made your way downstairs, as you got to the last few steps you spotted Jase’s duffel bag dumped by the front door and a small smile appeared on your face, but that was quickly followed by guilt of not being there to greet him when he landed, dropping the baseball bat on the floor you made your way into the kitchen.

“You’re home,” you whispered.

“Hey baby,” Jase smiled, as he spun around to face you, “sleep well?”

“It was alright,” you shrugged, looking around the kitchen to see it was now spotless. “You didn’t have to do this, Jase, I was going to get around to it.”

“I know,” he whispered, pulling you into his arms, “but I’d be a shit husband if I didn’t support my wife when she needed it the most. And don’t try and hide it, I know you are struggling. Do you wanna talk about it?”

“Not really,” you mumbled.

“Okay, that’s okay baby.” Jase whispered, kissing the top of your head. “Go snuggle on the sofa, I will make you a coffee and then we can decide what we order for food.”

Following his orders you made your way to the living room, flopping onto the sofa, pulling the blanket over you. You didn’t even know what brought this mood on, it was more than likely numerous things and it didn’t help that Jason had been on deployment when it all hit.

“I don’t want you to worry about anything baby,” Jase smiled, passing you the mug of coffee. “I’m home now and we will do whatever you want, and if that is nothing but cuddling and watching TV then that’s what we do.”

“Thank you,” you whispered, letting him settle on the sofa, pulling your legs over his.

“You don’t need to thank me baby,” he smiled, massaging your feet, “I’m always going to be here, always going to be the strength when you feel weak. You never have to work the problem alone.”

“Adapt and overcome right.” You whispered.

“Exactly, we adapt and overcome.”

@chibsytelford @mrsmarvelous1995 @supervalcsi @talicat713 @disasterfandoms @bravo-four-seal-team @jasonbabymama @jayhalsteadfan-2417 @lotsoflovefromlea @seik-o @velvetcardiganbucky @phoenixhalliwell @pancakeisreading @itsonautopilot @pinkrockstar19 @galaxysanduniversesinmymind @softi92 @abby-splace @theysayitscrazy @thelovelyleo23 @innerpaperexpertcloud

[alleycat97]

Drop It Low (Pt. 1)

Chloe x MC (Bea)

Tag List: @blaine-hayes @samanthadalton @fundamentalromantic @kwaj05 @paolaqueen5580 @penda-bear @iamsimpforpoppy @harringtonishot

Bea didn’t have the luxury of being home for her birthday so she could be with her family, another downside to going off for school. However, in America, your 21st birthday was a right of passage for all.

You were finally legal to do all the things you’ve been doing since high school and with a friend like Zoey Wade, this birthday would be one you wouldn’t forget even after you blacked out.

“Alright Bea! Are you ready to cut loose!?” Zoey cheered as the Uber pulled up to the building.

“A strip club?” Bea questioned.

“Not just any strip club, this is the classiest joint in all of New York!”

“I don’t know...I’ve never been to a strip club before.” Bea admitted. “Is this even for someone like us?” Bea noted watching all the men rush inside.

“Oh you’ll be fine! The dancers don’t care who you are as long as you tip and those guys are harmless. They just got off work most likely and don’t want to go home to their equally miserable wives.”

“If you’re sure...I’m kind of nervous.”

“Don’t be babe! Now come on!” Zoey tugged Bea out of the car and paid the $100 cover for them to get in.

The club was bustling. A dancer was on the stage and several others across the floor. Bea couldn’t take her eyes off the dancer currently on the stage. She was so hypnotizing as she worked the pole. She must have been a club favorite due to the building crowd of men surrounding the stage tossing money at her.

Zoey quirked an eyebrow and laughed, “Now don’t you go falling in love Bea. She will bleed you dry within an hour.”

“She’s fucking gorgeous.” Bea moaned out watching the dancer. She had that ‘air of mystery’ about her. She was dancing topless with nothing more than a thong, hood, and a golden body chain on. Complimented with a matching jewel chain veil to cover her face.

“Well get up there and get a better view!” Zoey teased.

“Nah I’m good. But I am starving! What do they have to eat here?” Bea grumbled changing the subject.

The two were joined by a topless server who took their orders and quickly returned with beverages and food.

“First legal drink.” Bea said tapping glasses with Zoey.

The girls enjoyed their food as they surveyed the room watching the many dancers and patrons enjoying themselves. Bea couldn’t help but search for the mystery dancer she saw from earlier.

She was content with just getting drunk and watching the girls on stage, secretly hoping the mystery girl would show back up on stage. Zoey, sensing Bea’s unhappiness, had to act fast.

“I’m gonna run to the restroom, be right back.”

Zoey took off towards the bathroom but split off course when she saw the manager.

“Hi there do you have a moment?”

“Of course! Is something wrong?” The manager asked.

“You see my friend over there? Depressed blonde drinking alone?” Zoey pointed out.

“Yeah. What’s up?” The woman asked.

“It’s her 21st birthday today and she’s had her eye on a specific dancer but she hasn’t come back out. I didn't catch her name.”

“What did she look like?”

“Hard to say, she was on stage when we got here, about an hour ago. She had a hood and chain veil on. Seemed to be a crowd pleaser.” Zoey spoke trying to remember the details.

“Ah yes Cerberus. She is my finest dancer.” The manager gloated.

“That’s a scary name. Anyway, can she do a private dance for my friend?”

“I don’t know. I’ll have to ask her first. I can’t schedule dances for her, only she can do that and I’m quite busy...”

“How about $100 and you get her to agree.” Zoey offered extending the manager the bill.

“Alright let me see what I can do.” The manager called the back and before Zoey could blink, she returned with a smile.

“Ok, I told her it was your friends birthday so the dance is on the house. I’ll help escort you two to the back.”

Zoey and the manager swung by the table to snag a protesting Bea, before shoving her down in the chair.

“I’m really am fine Zoey! I don’t want a dance!” Bea protested.

“You’ll be fine, this is the best dancer in the house. I think you’ll like her. Just sit back and enjoy.” Zoey locked the door grinning, heading for the bar.

Bea’s heart was hammering in her chest, the anticipation was about to kill her when the lights went dim and ‘Buttons’ from The Pussycat Dolls started playing.

The mysterious dancer from early appeared with a light fog as the lights began to shift around. The woman sauntered over to the poll rolling her hips suggestively in Bea’s direction, earning her complete attention.

Bea began to squirm as the woman strutted her way over and started grinding her backside on her lap. The woman took Bea’s hands and placed them on her bare breast as she continued to grind and shimmy on Bea’s lap, finally leaning forward to remove her thong. Giving Bea a tremendous look at her lower assets.

“Don’t be afraid to touch me baby. I heard it’s your birthday so I’m all yours.” The woman moaned as she fell in rhythm against Bea not really paying attention to the woman herself.

She had done so many dances she didn’t even care who the client was. She was there to dance and make money. Their appearance didn’t matter, she was just their to take their money.

But this girl felt different, she felt shy and nervous, definitely her first time.

“First time?”

“Umm yeah, it is my birthday so my friend thought this would be fun.”

The mystery dancer couldn’t help but focus on that voice, it sounded so familiar.

“Am I not pleasing enough?” The dancer teased, really grinding deep into Bea’s lap, forcing the girl to squeeze hard on her bare breast.

“Oh no. You’re perfect.” Bea moaned.

The mystery girl dropped her hood and did a beautiful hair flip, exposing her platinum blonde hair as she spun around to straddle Bea’s front.

The girl stopped immediately when she saw who her her client was. Her heart stopped and her jaw dropped. Bea, with the pause in the dance, could see through the chain veil of the dancer and nearly had a stroke herself.

“CHLOE!?” She screamed. Shock written all over her face.

“BEA?” Chloe blurted back in horror, separating herself and quickly gathering her things to run away from the humility of the situation.

Bea couldn’t understand this at all. She had to get out of that club.

“Hey Bea! How was it!?” Zoey cheered handing the blonde a drink who downed it in one go.

“Wow, that bad huh?”

“I wanna leave. Now.”

The manager sauntered over after seeing Bea return, “Well! Wasn’t that the best dance ever? Cerebus is my best dancer.”

Bea stopped to think about that name, that’s was an odd name to pick? Anyway, she pulled the manager aside to talk in private, “How long has she worked here?”

“About 3 months I think. She’s really taken this place by storm. Why do you ask? Was the dance awful? I’ll have to talk to her...”

“No the dance was perfect. It’s just, I know who she is. I go to school with her, Chloe.”

The manger sighed realizing the concern in Bea’s voice, “Ah I see. And you didn’t know she was a stripper. So I imagine it got super awkward in there huh?”

“Yeah, she just ran out and I didn’t get to talk to her.” Bea sighed.

“Well that’s super unprofessional. She shouldn’t have left even if the dance went south. I’ll have to remind her.”

“It’s ok, I totally understand, can you just tell me when she gets off?”

The manger checked her watch, “About 45 minutes.”

Bea grabbed Zoey who wouldn’t stop bugging her about the dance. It wasn’t her business to tell about what happened, at least not yet. Zoey was drunk enough anyway, Bea would just drop her off at the suite, no questions asked before walking over to the Zeta house.

Chloe slipped into the house around 2am after her shift. Trying to avoid Poppy once again and her line of questioning about why she’s been out late nearly every night for the last 3 months.

She made it to the upstairs foyer when her luck ran out as Poppy appeared from literal no where.

“Chloe, when are you going to come clean.”

“I don’t know what you’re taking about.” Chloe lied, trying not to cave.

“You’ve been coming home past midnight every Friday night for the last 3 months. You’re not at any party’s because I would have been invited. What gives.” Poppy growled.

“I’ve been seeing someone.” Not a total lie.

“Who.” Poppy squinted suspiciously.

“I’m not going to say right now. It may jinx it.” Chloe smiled entering her room locking the door in Poppy’s face.

“Chloe!” Poppy screamed as she stomped her way back into her own room.

“Phew.” Chloe sighed as she turned her lights on nearly having a panic attack when she saw Bea laying on her bed waiting.

“We need to have a talk.”

[justalarryblog]

Pu @loulovehome tagged me to share the songs on my On Repeat playlist on Spotify and I love music, so thank you, Pu!

Strangers - Laura Tesoro, Loïc Nottet, Alex Germys

This is Heaven - Nick Jonas

Single For The Summer - Sam Hunt

Haze - Tessa Violet

Legends - Kelsea Bellerini

Break Up In A Small Town - Sam Hunt

Boys Ain't Shit - SAYGRACE, Tate McRae, Audrey Mika

Heart to Break - Kim Petras

Make You Miss Me - Sam Hunt

Tequila - Dan + Shay

You Broke Up with Me - Walker Hayes

Table For 2 - Alok, iRO

I'm tagging: @skepticalarrie @prsephones @whatevertearsyou @louisxgolden @tomlinbuns @thedevilinmybrain @beelou @foreverfanficaddict @hershelsue and @vintageumbroshirt show me all your secrets, babes. I need to update my playlist! hahahahaha 😘💖

I wanna cheat! I want to add: @holyshit @haztobegood and @jalboyhenthusiast

[suoirallesalta]

A Masterlist of all @suoirallesalta edits!

Every edit is tagged under #suoiredits. edits are sorted acc to their books! enjoy

click here for my art masterlist!

Making Sabina in the Character without using Character’s assets style (edit challenge

Kepler, in only the harness. 

f!Adam

Jen in her dress including the lingerie

Simon Montjoy in Ava’s dress

younger Mitzi Montjoy

AVSP MC as on the cover

💫 Nia Ellarious

the perfect pair? (Nia x MC in an AME crossover)

Goddess of the Sea (Nia x Sunkissed edit)

Nia and Imtura with... moustaches

Nia with TE Alma’s hair and MTFL Ava’s outfit (#suoirandom edit)

Nia as Neisha (new avatar)

Starry Nia (#BladesAW)

Empress of The Shadow (#BladesAW)

Nia as BloodBound women: Kamilah (#BladesAW)

Nia as BloodBound women: Rheya (#BladesAW) 

the pretty young girl next door (#BladesAW)

Quartermaster Nia Ellarious (#BladesAW)

Nia Ellarious as TE MC (#BladesAW)

Nia Ellarious as Shreya (#BladesAW) 

Nia Ellarious in her dress including her lingerie

nia ellarious hot goth girlfriend

The Priestess (GIF edit) (Nia in RC outfit)

Tyril Starfury

cold and broody™ vampire elf (#BladesAW)

cold and broody™ bodyguard (#BladesAW)

cold and broody™ elementalist (#BladesAW)

cold and broody™ orc (#BladesAW)

cold and broody™ designer; feat. f!Tyril (#BladesAW)

f!Tyril (#BladesAW)

Tyril with f!Blaine’s hair (#BladesAW)

rogue-ish Tyril Starfury (with a beard)

The Mage (GIF edit) (in RC outfit)

Scream(o)s from the inside (Kade album cover edit)

Bald-ur (#BladesAW)

Damn those elves and their magicks (Mal - Aerin hairswap)

Modern Rogue-ish Mal Volari (with a beard)

StarCorp

Blades of Lust and Sensuality

Jax Tora and Robin Matsuo (face swap)

Duke Richards in the banana mascot outfit from Platinum.

Charlie Smith

A relaxing day at the waterfall! (edit inspired by Charlie Premium Scene!)

Quartermaster of the Dreadlord (DSAW)

Quartermaster of the Flotillan Pirates (DSAW)

Siren of The Light (DSAW)

Charlie as Atlas, Eli and Shreya from TE (DSAW)

Maggie

Maggie! M-Maggie? (MM and DS Maggie Crossover)

Maggie with HC Hazel’s hair and QB Poppy’s outfit. (#suoirandom request)

Oliver Cochrane

Oliver Cochrane as Luke Hemmings

oliver cock rain (DSAW)

f!Oliver (DSAW)

Distant Sores (Charlie x Edward face swap)

DS MC using BaBu2 sprite (DSAW)

Distant Couture // Hot Shores (DS x HC crossover, DSAW)

Ayna Seth

student!Ayna and professor!Ayna

Ayna as Imogen from ILB

buff ayna

Ayna as Jackie in the Open Heart 3 CG

vampire!Ayna

Ayna Seth

Ayna Seth as a Lovelink Match

Ayna Seth as Robin Tora

aynia ellarious

TA meets TA (Ayna - Aiyana Midthunder crossover)

Blaine Hayes

m!Blaine in f!Blaine’s dress

f!Blaine as m!Blaine

Blaine with PT Raleigh’s Hair and MOTY MC’s outfit (#suoirandom edit)

Blaine Hayes edit inspired by @aestheteasteria’s icon

Tatum Mendoza

John Somerset x Tatum Mendoza crossover

Tatum in Ayna’s dress / Tatum as Ayna

MC

politics reporter and student (FA mc x WT mc)

MC with ATV Pax’s hair and TNA Robin’s outfit (#suoirandom edit)

Ayna x MC

girlfriends

partners

Bodyguard Murphy (lmao)

Murphy Icons <3

I think I got the address to the wrong Murphy

Skye Crandall x Gerard Way

Dark Mage Ajay (choicedits challenge)

Power Duo (Luz x MC)

Bridgette Gardner with TRH Cedric Vescovi’s hair and PM Hayden’s Outfit (#suoirandom edit)

Luz Estrada in her dress including the lingerie

Noah Marshall in the banana outfit (edit request)

Sadie McGraw

Sadie McGraw (in the TNA MC’s Golden Dress)

A bit younger Sadie McGraw

Sadie McGraw (in casual(?) outfit)

Aislinn Tanaka

Aislinn Tanaka in QB Poppy’s outfit and diff black hair

aislinn tanaka hot goth girlfriend

aislinn tanaka hot goth girlfriend 2

aislinn tanaka girlfriend

aislinn tanaka’s v short hair

Gabe and MC as Mal and Nia

Babe Ricci with long hair

The Boys

Ava as Britney from ILITW

IGHT (NB face swap)

MC with TE MC’s hair and BB MC’s outfit (#suoirandom edit)

bryce.. lahela .. and,, uh.. bryce sterling..

Rookie Ramsey

Rookie Varma

Raleigh Carrera

Raleigh Carrera with AME Mackenzie’s hair and VOS Naomi’s outfit (#suoirandom edit)

An exclusive sneak-peek at Raleigh Carrera’s fuck-the-stereotype Vinyls look that has got the fandom in meltdown!

Raleigh Carrera with BOLAS MC’s hair and THM Eris’s outfit. (#suoirandom edit)

A Very Wilshere Christmas! (Album Cover)

The Hottest Couple of the Industry (Avery x MC)

Poppy is just angry Avery

Zoey Wade

“Besties!” (mc and Zoey as Mc and Ava from MTFL)

priestess zoey wade

zoey in floral

zoey in floral (beach-wear edition)

TA Zoey Wade

Zoey Wade as Atlas Ernhardt

Zoey Wade in TE MC’s gala outfit

zoey in the dress she gave to mc in the first chapter

Ina/Ian Kingsley

Ina Kingsley with TF Becca's hair and BB Kamilah's outfit. (edit request)

Ina Kingsley with TNA Sam’s hair and WT MC’s outfit. (#suoirandom edit)

Veronica with TNA Sofia’s hair and ACOR Sabina’s outfit. (#suoirandom edit)

MC with BP Courtney’s hair and QB Poppy’s outfit.

how (ridiculous) mc would look if she actually wore that ligerie under that dress

📰 Robin Tora

Asian Robin as Ava Lawrence from MTFL

Asian Robin as Ava Lawrence from MTFL (#2)

Asian Robin as Ava Lawrence from MTFL (#3)

Robin as Mikasa Ackerman from Attack on Titan

Jax Tora and Robin Matsuo (face swap)

Robin in an oversized baggy shirt

wait, wrong Robin- shit (Sofia TNA edit)

Robin Tora as Robin Tora and Robin Tora as Robin Tora

Robin as Cassian in Witness

Robins at the beach

robin hood

asian f!robin tora as blaine hayes

Flame the Crow & Me : One Boob (TC&TF face swap)

Annia Adairious (TCTF AW)

orc!Val (TCTF AW)

Kenna Rys with NB Katherine’s hair and HSS Principal Rivera’s outfit (#suoirandom edit)

🌙 Atlas Ernhardt

Atlas Ellarious

Atlas, the adventurous elf

Queen of Vampires, Atlas, of Clan Ernhardt

Vampire Queen Atlas (edit #2)

Atlas, the Snow Princess

Atlas, the Moon Princess

Atlas in genderfluid flag colors!

m!Atlas in f!Atlas’s Gala dress

f and m!Atlas swapped

☀️ Eli Solaris Russell (my mc)

Eli’s first (accidental) spell cast!

Eli’s momentous first day at Penderghast

⚙️ Beckett Harrington

“Small dapper Beckett… confirmed.”

Beckett as Connor from Detroit: Become Human

Shreya Mistry

Shreya “Wonder Woman” Mistry

❣️ Pend Pals

“All dressed in black.”

Pend Gals on a night out in matching black outfits (#1)

Pend Gals on a night out in matching black outfits (#2)

Magick Docs (OH crossover)

Pend Pals in Belvoire attire

Pend Gals on a night out after the Amorelia Day Gala (faceapp faceswap edit)

The Elementalists - Across the Dimension (2D art crossover)

💞 Shreya x Atlas

“your eyes, they shine so bright”

“Hey Shreya.. Marry Me”

“Wedding Day!”

💞 Beckett x Eli/MC

Beckett and Eli in a western setting

Eli x Beckett face swap

Eli x Beckett in Robin x Sofia art (lmao)

🌟 Double Trouble (Eli/MC + Atlas)

Hydrobreath (Eli + Atlas)

“my younger twin sister” (double trouble x mtfl edit)

Misc

Blood of the Sun (a spinoff movie poster)

Coolness of metal and water-atts (meme)

Alma with FA Dionne’s hair and D&D MC’s outfit (#suoirandom edit)

Sam Dalton

Sam Dalton as Sam Dalton and Sam Dalton as Sam Dalton

Sam Dalton with BB Serafine’s hair and TCTF Val’s outfit. (#suoirandom edit)

Sofia as Lady Dimitrescu from Resident Evil

the cake on sofia’s skirt works as floral print

John Somerset x Tatum Mendoza crossover

Vampire Harlenay

Flynn o’Malley in fem VOS characters’ hair 

Flynn o’Malley in fem outfits

Anna Koishi

Anna Koishi, at the club, with short pink hair

Anna Koishi with TE Atlas’s hair and PT Avery’s outfit. (#suoirandom edit)

Anna Koishi as Atlas Ernhardt

politics reporter and student (FA mc x WT mc)

Asian f!Dakota with Hispanic f!Dakota’s hair

Daenerys, the mother of dragons (using TRR mc)

TRR mc as Daenerys (edit #2)

the greatest witch of our time (BB mc as Hermione Granger)

me before you (poster edit with TRR Mc and AME Adam)

Aquaman (ft Cassian and Ava)

Wolf Bride wolf in Poppy’s outfit

Imogen Dragons

rip fallen books

The Crew (DSAW)

Wizards of Waverley Place (THOBM edit)

omg a hit tweet (pb meme)

Choicedits Challenges

ACOR Sabina without using her assets

OpH Jackie without using her assets

Harry Potter and Hermione Granger using Choices assets

Priestesses of the Light

Coldplay’s Higher Power album cover using only Choices assets

Asian Wolf Bride MC as TE MC

Lovelink Edits

Nicholas Adley in Pirate Outfit

Jamie Grant in multiple outfits from HERO

[catboygretzky]

I dont know if you write for the flyers at all, but i think theres a tragic lack of nolan/kevin content, ESPECIALLY with the ongoing baby cat big kitty thing, so if you're into that at all, can i ask for number 10, hair braiding? Maybe something including those nicknames? 🥺

Prompt from here: “Stop moving and let me braid your hair.” Word count: 800 Rating: Gen Tags to note: Established Relationship, Hair Braiding Other: This is very soft. So soft. When did Kevin Hayes learn to be soft? There is discussion of kinks btw (like mentioned in the summary) but it’s not explicit at all. Not 100% fluffy, but 100% soft.

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“Is this some kind of roleplay thing?” Nolan said, narrowing his eyes; it was obvious to anyone that knew him that he was hiding a smile, though. “You know I’m pretty open, but animal play isn’t something I’m into.”

“Stop moving and let me braid your hair.”

“Why do you know how to braid hair anyway?” Nolan said from where he sat in between Kevin’s knees on the floor, brow furrowed.

“College,” Kevin answered shortly, because that was true. He did a lot of weird things in college that he doesn’t remember, but somehow learning how to french braid stuck with him.

“You can’t just answer college to every question I have,” Nolan sighed.

“Why not?”

“Because ‘college’ doesn’t explain half the shit you’ve done.”

“You wouldn’t know, because you didn’t go to college,” Kevin pointed out. College definitely explained half the shit he’d done, and anyone who went to college knew that.

Kevin ran his fingers through Nolan’s hair, trying to get as many tangles out as possible; he sighed quietly, leaning into the touch. His eyes were half closed, and if Kevin had ever used the word serene in his life, that’s the word he’d use now.

“You’re like a cat, baby,” Kevin said fondly.

“No, I’m not,” Nolan mumbled, the tips of his ears turning red. He didn’t open his eyes though, and looked about two seconds away from purring.

“Baby Cat,” Kevin smiled.

“What does that make you, then?” Nolan asked, nuzzling against his knee. He took a second to run a hand down the side of Patty’s face, skin soft under his fingers. He’d never get tired of this; Nolan, soft in front of him, letting Kevin see parts of him he didn’t show anyone else.

“Big Cat, of course!” Kevin said after a beat.

Patty punched him in the ankle. “I’m six two, asshole. You’re only three inches taller than me.”

“I got thirty pounds on you, easy.” Which he used for a myriad of things, many of them involving Patty.

“Fatass.”

Kevin grinned widely and tugged gently on Nolan’s hair. “You know it, babe. Baby. Baby Cat.”

“Just braid my hair, dumbass.”

He let go of Nolan’s hair, leaning back against the sofa. “Maybe I won’t.”

“I’d just find someone who would,” Nolan said, tilting his head back so he could make eye contact.

“You wouldn’t dare,” Kevin gasped dramatically, clutching at his chest.

Patty tilted his head like he was thinking. “Ryanne would braid my hair.”

“That would involve getting up, though.”

Nolan sighed like that was the only thing keeping him from going to the Giroux household. “True.”

“Just let me do it.” Kevin rolled his eyes.

“I’m trying to let you do it,” Nolan responded with an eye roll of his own. It was more impressive than Kevin’s, which was unfair.

“Call me Big Cat, though. I won’t until you do.”

“Is this some kind of roleplay thing?” Nolan said, narrowing his eyes; it was obvious to anyone that knew him that he was hiding a smile, though. “You know I’m pretty open, but animal play isn’t something I’m into.”

Kevin pressed a laugh into the crown of Nolan’s head. “It’s not a roleplay thing.”

“Are you coming out to me as a furry, then?” He was grinning now, always pleased to make someone laugh.

Kevin laughed again, louder this time. “Not a furry, either.”

“With that neckbeard, you could be,” Nolan pointed out.

“You have no room to talk about beards, Patrick.”

“Whatever.” He paused. “Hayzy Cat.”

“Close.”

“Big Kitty?”

Kevin hummed, separating Nolan’s hair into thirds. “I’ll allow it.”

They were quiet as Kevin began to braid, a silence that wasn’t stifling but - pleasant. He’d never enjoyed silence before Nolan; now he craved it, just sitting with his boyfriend - however juvenile that word seemed, surely what they had was more than that - and breathing. Them against the world.

“Hey, Kev?” Nolan asked after a moment. His voice was soft like he didn’t want to break the silence.

“Yeah?” Kevin answered, focusing more on braiding his hair than what he was saying.

“Thank you.” It was whispered, vulnerable in a way that Nolan rarely was. Kevin’s fingers paused.

“For what?” It was said just as quietly, the delicacy of this conversation something even Kevin, who would never be accused of reading social cues well, could recognise.

“For being here for me.”

Kevin closed his eyes. “You never have to thank me for that.”

“I don’t know how to repay you,” Nolan said, looking down at his hands.

“You don’t owe me anything, Nol,” Kevin insisted loudly, voice cutting through the quiet. He cleared his throat and dropped his voice again. “You’re enough just as you are.”

Nolan tilted his head back and gave Kevin an upside down smile, lopsided but soft. “Love you, Big Cat.”

Kevin pressed a kiss to his forehead, then his nose, then his lips.

“Love you, Baby Cat. You ruined my braid, though.” 

[coffee-n-bagels-comic-universe]

Inside Jokes and References in the Full Bios

Mainly for @spacelizardtrashboys and @kuruumiya

Also: Any time strikethrough text is used it's because it's meant to be secret information, for example on the small bios any time 'Lucifarian' truly isn't their last name their is strikethrough test after saying that it's not their real name. This is to say that no matter what is written or if it's strikethrough text or not, it is there for a reason.

Damien - Bio In-Jokes and References:

The Quote for him refers back to his 'King of Hell' gimmick, as does his middle name, Rex means king.

He's protective, like a dad, but also way too overprotective over the gimmicks for the girls. He's an old, old school guy so he enjoys card games with the boys.

He's supposed to sound like a young Hugh Laurie, mainly because if I heard a young Hugh Laurie say Damien's bio quote I wouldn't be able to take him seriously.

His main finisher (Seventh Circle) refers back to (a) him being the king of hell and (b) the seventh circle is for violence, and well, he's a wrestler, that's a pretty violent job.

He calls fans both 'peasants' and his 'loyal subjects' because he's like an asshole-ish king who'd quickly be dethroned if they rebelled.

Vickie - Bio In-Jokes and References:

The Quote for her refers back to her gimmick along with the old saying 'pride comes before the fall'.

She's called 'Victoria' because of both (a) it meaning victory and (b) the fact that Queen Victoria ruled back when Britain had an empire, then the empire fell (as in pride [Vickie] before a fall)

Both Her and Damien are born in August and are the only two to share a birth month as they are Father and Daughter (non-kayfabe, as in they share DNA)

She's raised Christian as back when she was growing up England was a lot more Christian than when she became an adult so she got lax in her beliefs

Her personality is supposed to make her come across as a vain, rich, arse of a person, yet deep down she's still redeemable, she's got a long way to go before she actually redeems herself though

She's the type of person who makes sure EVERY little detail of her matches and promos are PERFECT to the point that she will control what other people do or say, down to the moment it's said/done and the way it's said/done

She only likes the other D.O.D (Daughters of Darkness) members because she has only made enemies in the short while they've been in the company, she especially dislikes George 'The Animal' Steele because of his very messy style going against her 'everything should be perfect' views

She's the leader, the brain and the mouth because of her control over the group, if she let them have more control, there might be less arguments about her amount of control

Her named moves are also references to both her gimmick and other things. Beheader is named because of the Tudor monarchs of England having kind of a thing for killing people in this way (ex. Henry VIII).

Lineage Ender is named that because if she ever botches that one specific move (it'll make sense in context/ she does it during a training scene) it could end either her own Lineage or the person she's doing it to.

Lion's den is called that because she traps them in a near-inescapable crucifix pin, and normally if someone goes into a den of Lions, they aren't escaping in one piece.

Family Pride is named that because not only is her gimmick the sin of pride, but she's got pride in her family and she's her dad's 'pride and joy' because she's his only child.

Wish for this (her main finishing move) is called that because it's an inside joke of "you're gonna 'wish for this' to be over soon"

As she's Damien's blood daughter, a 'prodigal son' joke seemed somewhat appropriate.

Billie - Bio In-Jokes and References:

Her quote is a reference to the Guerreros and the whole 'Latin lover' trope

She was born in February because of Valentine's day, hence why her birthday is two days before the 14th

She's 1/2 Cuban (just in general - both Mexican and Cuban culture is interesting to me) But she's 1/2 Cuban in case I ever need to write for Razor Ramon, I can get away with making the joke of 'my Cuban accent's better than yours'.

Her casual style is 'Suggestive' because how else is Lust supposed to dress.

She dislikes Hulk Hogan because she finds him incredibly annoying and she dislikes Jesse Ventura because she dislikes his fashion choices.

I imagine her uncle Hugo looks like Luis Guzman and her dad's like Raul Julia. Try to imagine those two wrestling as a luchador tag team.

Her mother was basically a valet to her dad, which was usually Billie's role before she was part of the D.O.D.

Her move name references are all song references: Love me Tender - Elvis' song of the same name, Personal Aphrodite - a reference to / joke on 'Personal Jesus', Sexual Healing - Marvin Gaye's song of the same name.

Also, I hope to eventually use the joke 'The Babe, the babe with the power,' 'What power?' 'Power of voodoo' 'Who do?' 'You do' 'Do what?' 'Remind me of the babe' because of one of her commentary nicknames being 'The Babe'

P.G - Bio In-Jokes and References:

Her quote is in reference to her being greed and (right at the start of the story) her thoughts on money actually being able to buy her happiness

her surname 'Voronin' means crow, and well, crows like shiny things, like money

she wears 'fancy but simple' clothing because if she bought designer clothes she'd be in debt, but she still wants to look like she has more money than everyone else

she's cowardly in a Jimmy Hart way, she'll piss someone off during a promo and run away once she feels like she's in danger

she's a showman because she's more show than work, meaning she works exceptionally quick matches.

Her moves are basically jokes on the fact that she is greed, such as Gold-digger and Diamond Ring. However, Money Maker is also a joke on the fact that it's a facebuster and usually an actor's face is called their 'money maker'

She hates Hulk Hogan and Sgt slaughter because of how patriotic they are

Kirby - Bio In-Jokes and References:

Her quote is a reference to (a) the fact that she's Gluttony, (b) her being the only one who wears a mask constantly and (c) her basically being the group's scare tactic against people who think they can push them around.

I am planning on eventually making her a part of the machines, maybe as a valet, maybe as a wrestler, not 100% sure as of right now

Her mother is the Norwegian-Scottish one and her father is the Irish-Welsh one

She is the tallest (not the heaviest, that's Damien) but she's still 9 inches shorter than André.

She's willing to bleed hardway, but hates blading

She hates Big John Studd because of his disrespect, she hates Hulk Hogan because she thinks he's obnoxiously 'American', she dislikes Lord Alfred Hayes and Dynamite Kid because they are so insistent on calling her '1/4 Icelandic' whenever she talks about being 1/4 Norwegian. She hates Brutus Beefcake because he's just 'so, so much' energy-wise.

She's always been tall, always shorter than André though, she was 5'6" when she was 12, which is still taller than Sam, P.G and Eli.

Kirby's the best at using folk tales and mythology references in her promos and still keeping them dark and scary.

Her speaking voice is Jessica Hynes, but I imagine her singing voice (which will be important later) to be that of Deee-lite's Lady Miss Kier. On that note, I will be putting up a post on this part of the fic's canon.

Feeding Frenzy is meant to look similar to Roddy's wild punches, hence the 'frenzy' part of the name.

Organ grinder is named because it's meant to look really hard (like she's putting all her force and weight into it) as if she's grinding her opponents organs

Hungry for Blood is an in-joke of during her toughest matches she seems hungry to give the fans the sight of blood

Consummation is a joke of 'the match will soon be over, the match will soon be concluded, or consummated' not the sex-based meaning of that word.

Number of the beast, which is 666, is a reference to the 619, and is a modified 619 basically.

Vampire's Bite is a reference to her sitout jawbreaker looking like she could possibly bite someone's neck, like a vampire, as she performs the move

I didn't want to call her chops, chops, so I made a joke of 'oh it's chopping, like a butcher's knife'

Overfeeding is another basic gluttony reference. Cheshire Grin is a facelock-based joke. Let Them Eat Cake is a butt=cake joke

The ogress is a thinly-veiled way of the commentary team calling her ugly, because why else would she be the only one in a mask

Holly - Bio In-Jokes and References:

Her quote is written that way because I always wanted her to sound like she comes from New Jersey

She's very cuddly towards the rest of the D.O.D and thus gets called a teddy bear by the others

She's Pansexual because she doesn't care what your gender is, she loves people just being themselves

She's the only ginger because I've never seen a ginger wrestler from New Jersey

She was raised Catholic but lost her faith upon realising how bad gay people are treated by the church (Holly literally just goes "Y'all it is 1984, how are y'all gonna reject people based on who they love?")

Holly's very much the person who'll ask permission to cut a promo on someone but won't tell them how harsh she's going to be

She's the group's mom friend (mum friend?)

Before she started travelling with another member of the group (Holly travels with Sam a lot) she would accidentally no-show events

She does accidentally give incredibly stiff shots

Holly likes Gorilla Monsoon because their friendship is very much a weird pseudo-dad-daughter friendship, so basically, she's using him as her new dad

Her voice is Angie Harmon because I think Harmon sounds like a badass from New Jersey

Naptime, Dirt Nap and Lullaby are jokes of 'I'm gonna knock you out'

Eli - Bio In-Jokes and References:

Her quote is a joke of 'this is why she doesn't do a lot of promos'

She's the most likely to be on one of those 'too hot for TV' blooper reels from her promos

Both she and Sam hate people taller than them

Sam - Bio In-Jokes and References:

Her quote is a reference to the fact that her tattoos are her 'masterpiece'

she dresses athletically because she's always ready for a fight, especially because she's usually the one picking fights

She likes Lou because he's like a crazy uncle to her and she likes George Steele because, unlike Vickie, she likes the wild man side of his gimmick

She's voiced by Melissa Etheridge because she's still feminine but is the most masculine sounding

[endless-oc-creations]

Are there any crossovers (between your OCs, yours and others, or just between other people’s OCs) that you’re really excited for?

Oooo boy! Okay, so I really should have a master list with all my crossovers because there are a lot!!! But I don't want to overwhelm you anon, so maybe in the future, I will make one!

For right now, I have to limit myself to just a couple until I create a separate list 😭

But first, out of my own? I guess I'm trying to create my own universe in Marvel so like all my Marvel ocs would be connected in some way just like it does with the movies. I don't think, but I'll never say never, there will be fanfictions with all of them. I'm working on my Marvel oc Kevin Quill's fanfic now, it just takes a long time for me to write.

For example, I can see my Marvel boys, Victor Strange and Jude Stark working together in this awesome group. Depending on how the Doctor Strange upcoming film is going to be Jude Stark and Victor Strange meet and work together.

And my babes Amora Harley and Isabella Hayes drinking wine together and bonding, healing together after the loss of their loved ones.

Now getting into the crossover with others:

First up with @randomestfandoms-ocs We have a lot that I just cherish greatly. This was so hard to narrow down to four because again we have a ton and I adore all of them. We mostly have brotp stuff like family and awesome best friends but like all of them are so fluffy and precious 😩🥰

1: My whole heart will always belong to our Stranger Things ocs with their Stacy Byers and my Ben Hopper, we also have a lot of Hopper Siblings crossovers that are whole my life. Just look at the tag list Maddie put together with all the amazing things she's done with them!

2: Our Marvel ocs, my Jude Stark, and their oc Adonis Stark.

3: Another Marvel oc, her baby Calypso and my Kvasir.

4: Any and most likely all current and future ones with my new precious boy Dimitri Shostakov and their Widow ocs/other Marvel babies.

Second, @perfectlystiles

We have talked about some brief things with her Stranger Things baby Quinn Parker and my boy Ben Hopper, but like we need to talk more and discuss because I need more Marvel crossovers in my life and the future possibility of discussions with my Twilight babes I'm introducing in the future.

Third, @harleyquinnzelz

So, in all honestly, my top favorite crossover with Cat is her amazing Marvel babe Hattie Bell with my boy Victor Strange because she's the mom & supportive parent Victor deserves to have in his life.

An honorable mention is her Losers Club baby Annie Jackson and my baby Jennifer Renee.

{Side Note: When I first started my journey here in the oc community I was just a Stephen king IT blog with my oc Jennifer Renee and Cat here was my first friend (Along with @perfectlystiles ) to help me out of my shell really. }

Forth, @bravelittleflower I love her Marvel baby Sigyn and my boy Kvasir taking care of her and protecting her like he does with Loki! There is also I fondness I have for our Harry Potter crossover. Her baby Margaret Dursley and my Henry Potter.

[goldencatchflies]

Time In A Bottle

[Read on AO3]

Fandom: Criminal Minds

Pairing: Derek Morgan/Savannah Hayes, Derek Morgan/Spencer Reid (could be read as platonic)

Warning: Spoilers for 12x06 “Eliot’s Pond”

Word Count: 1115

Additional Tags: Hurt/Comfort, Mentions of alcohol Alcohol, It Gets Worse Before It Gets Better, Hurt Spencer Reid, Sad Spencer Reid, Moreid, again could be read as platonic, Savannah is a supportive girlfriend, because we stan Savannah Hayes in this household, Pining Derek Morgan, im bad at tagging, ://, Song fic, but a very very loose one, :), ANGST!!!, there is a lot of angst here, :))), Ok maybe not that much but a little bit, :))

A/N: Thank you to my bby @mayliia for being an incredible beta! ❤️ ilysm babes!!! ❤️ Takes place after 12x06: Eliot’s Pond

Summary: Hotch leaves. No goodbye, no letter, no nothing. He’s here one day, gone the next. And too many people leaving leaves Spencer running back to the arms of an old friend.

He wakes up- wait, when did he fall asleep? Does it matter? It’s was cold. Obviously. He was sitting shirtless at the window, which is open for some reason. He goes to his kitchen to grab a water bottle, only to step on broken, brown glass. He was already confused, I mean, first he was shirtless, which he only not wore a shirt if he was about to take a shower. Then the window was open... that one is so weird because, given that he’s rarely open the window it should be stuck shut. And now the broken glass on the floor? What in the hell was going on?

He removed the glass shard from his foot, and carefully walked around the broken bottle on the floor to get to the kitchen. His head started ringing. A very very high pitched ring, that made Spencer very very uncomfortable. He mindlessly grabbed an open bottle that rested at his counter, and drank what was left in it. He grabbed the broom, trying to ignore the ringing in his ears, and started sweeping the glass off his carpet.

He rushed to his his bedroom and put on an old Beatles shirt. Wait- a Beatles shirt? Where the hell did he get a Beatles shit from? He tried not to give it some thought and speed walked to the kitchen to get something- some type of medicine to free him of the ringing that had only grown louder. After a while it sort of faded away, and he was back to the empty, freezing apartment, with an unwanted Beatles shirt and mild headache.

He didn’t remember a thing. Mr. Eidetic Memory, didn’t remember a thing that had happened in the last 24 hours. Which only made him even more confused. Wait-hold on- he was sweeping a brown broken bottle off the floor- beer probably. Ok, ok... that’s a start. Maybe he got drunk and blacked out, which could totally explain why he doesn’t remember anything.

The t-shirt, it smells like Morgan. Wait, why does he have Morgan’s shirt. It took him a few second to remember why. A few years ago he spilled coffee on Reid, and, sure Reid had his own go bag with a spare shirt, but accepted Morgan’s form of apology, by letting him land him his shirt. He’d never really wanted to return the shirt, it’s fabric was soft, and it smelled so nice and comforting. Morgan never asked for it back either- he probably forgot though.

Ok, so that explains the shirt, but what about the window? Spencer moves towards it and locked it shut, automatically feeling a little warmer. The air conditioner! It’s been broken for a few weeks. Ok... Spencer laid in his couch in silence, staring at the ceiling. He didn’t really notice he was crying until de felt one of his tears slowly entering his ear, which made him flinch. He wiped his face with the palm of his hand, and ran it through his slightly curly hair. He got up from the couch, and tucked in his- Morgan’s- shirt on his pajama pants. For some reason he felt uncomfortable with it untucked. The memories of the previous day, slowly entering his mind again. The 3 missing kids, the twins from ‘83, Hotch never coming back- HOTCH! Oh no... no no no no no no no.

Spencer felt his legs weakening and fell back down into the couch. Once again he stared at the emptiness of his apartment, this time his wall. He was never seeing him again. Hotch, his mentor, almost like his father, he just left. Like Gideon. Like his “real” dad. They all just left. And all of a sudden Spencer wasn’t sitting in his living room, staring absentmindedly. He was very much standing. In an all-too familiar hallway, knocking on an all-too familiar door. And he could smell the man on the other side of the door, or maybe it was the shirt.

“Reid?” Morgan open the door with a concerned sleepy look.

“Hi” was all Spencer could say, before he broke down crying again, nearly falling, his legs betraying him one more. Luckily Morgan caught him in his arms, and guided him inside. Reid just sat on Morgan’s sofa, knees to his chin, while Morgan made them something to drink. He came back with two mugs, and sat beside Spencer. He placed both mugs on his coffee table, and ran a hand down Reid’s knee.

“He left.” Reid’s voice cracked painfully, given his dry throat, obligating him to drink the tea Derek made them.

“Hotch... He left, Morgan, just like Gideon, my dad... Elle... He left- no warning, no goodbye, no nothing. He was here one day and gone the next.” He continued, full on crying and sniffing. Morgan just sat quietly, and pulled Reid in for a hug.

“Spencer?” Came a sweet and very sleepy voice from the doorway. Oh no, had he woken up Savannah? He hoped not. “Is everything ok?” She asked genuinely concerned. When she looks at Morgan, is when she noticed nothing was ok. She just nodded at the boys, and disappeared behind the door.

“At least you said goodbye.” This made Morgan’s grip on Reid’s arm tighten, and he stoked it up and down, in hopes of comforting him. “At least you said goodbye...” he repeated, whispering, as if trying to comfort himself. Derek took Spencer into his arms and embraced him, making Reid cry even harder. Morgan layes back, bring Reid along with him. He was laying facing upwards, with a crying Dr. Reid on top of him, head laying atop his chest, arms wrapped under the older man’s torso. Morgan ran his hand through Reid’s hair, and they just layer there in silence. It didn’t take long for Spence to fall asleep, but Derek couldn’t even bring himself to close his eyes.

“And do you have any idea how hard the was for me? I wanted to stay so badly, but this isn’t the kind of life for a parent. I had no idea Hotch was just gonna up and leave, but I’m so happy you came here- came to me- for comfort. I’ve missed you so much kid, and if I could go back in time I would just hug you for a bit longer. I would listen to you ramble about your statistics. And I would let you know every dam day how much I appreciate you!” Morgan whispered to him, crying, knowing he was too far into his sleep to hear anything he was saying. He placed soft, tender kisses all over Reid’s forehead, hugging him tight.

“I’d tell you I love you!”

[icecoldbloodtype]

21 Questions tag

answer 21 questions & tag 21 people you want to know better !

I was tagged by the lovely and incomparable @malumasbaby thank you babe!

nicknames: sham, sham bam, sham jam, sham wow, sham pow, shamrock (will answer to anything close....once had a girl call me sharmela and i still answered)

zodiac: libra

height: a v small 5′2 and 3/4

hogwarts house: Hufflepuff

last thing i googled: how to use chopsticks (I am trying to eat chinese food rn)

favorite musicians: tooooo many.  5sos, The Maine, Bieber, Mendes, All Time Low, The 1975, State Champs, Hunter Hayes, Alessia Cara, Halsey, Niall Horan, gnash, lauv, prettymuch ig (I literally pulled from my top Spotify artists)

song stuck in my head:  Sit Next To Me by Foster The People

following: 891

followers: 4, 661 (y’all thought I was joking when I said less people should follow me huh)

do you get asks?: sometimes!

amount of sleep: anywhere from 5 to 7.5 hours.

what are you wearing : green tank top and pajama pants

dream job : not sure anymore but probably helping people? (yes i stole katya’s answer); technically i still wanna go to grad school to become a licensed mental health counselor

dream trip: amsterdam, would love to take a trip to california and new york, canada.

instruments: nada, but i wanna learn

languages: english and a little bit of spanish

10 favourite songs as of right now:

Low- The Driver Era

El Tejano- Lauv ft Sofia Reyes

I Love Me- Demi Lovato

Melancholy Kaleidoscope- All Time Low

Where Am I At- MAX

Babies- KYLE ft. Alessia Cara

Cross Your Mind- Niall Horan

Hey DJ- CNCO

Comfortable- H.E.R.

Just My Luck- Marc E. Bassy

if you were an animal, what would you be?: A panda or a butterfly

favourite food: I don’t think i have a favorite food, but i heavily fuck with Indian and Mexican food

random fact: I have a hard time saying no to people, hence why I paid for a siriusxm membership renewal yesterday that I didn’t even want

my aesthetic : i don’t think i have one?

I am not tagging 21 people but I am tagging @boundtobreakk @smoljoelito @hoelsscruff @brightdarkeyes @winnipegjetsfan @nonbinaryliam @flickernialler ❤ (y’all don’t have to and sorry if you’ve already been tagged!)

[jacquiebethelina44]

@vilindeer 😘😘 thanks for the tag babe

Let's go!!

Rules: spell out your url with song titles and tag 10 people (or however many you want nobody cares)

J - Jessie's Girl by Rick Springfield

A - A Little Less Conversation by Elvis Presley

C - Check Yes Juliet by We The Kings

Q - Que Sera Sera by Doris Day

U - Umbrella by Rhianna

I - Ice Ice Baby by Vanilla Ice

E - Everybody's Got Somebody But Me by Hunter Hayes

B - Believe by Cher

E - Every Little Thing She Does Is Magic by The Police

T - The 1 by Taylor Swift

H - Happy by Pharell Williams

E - Easy Love by R5

L - Love Me Like You Do by Ellie Goulding

I - I Hate Myself For Loving You by Joan Jett

N - Never Gonna Give You Up by Rick Astley

A - Africa by Toto

4 - 4 minutes by Madonna & Justin Timberlake

4 - 409 by The Beach Boys

@promisesunkind @vintagelavenderskies @abouttoplaymyacee and anyone else who wants to play

[rebelwrites]

Welcome To The Family

Jason Hayes x Reader

Requested by @mrsmarvelous1995 // Can you do something like introducing the reader to the team as his girlfriend after his wife died?!

Join The Group Chat Here - If You Want Tagging Manually Let Me Know 🖤

Jason Hayes Masterlist

This Months Writing

“Seriously though what if they don’t like me” you sighed as you checked your hair for the millionth time in the small mirror of the sun visor.

“Babe you are worrying over nothing” Jase smiled, linking his hand with yours. “They are going to love you trust me”

“But what if”

“Baby, no what ifs okay” he nodded as he pulled up at Ray’s house. “I know my brothers okay and I know they are going to love you, just like I love you”

“Okay I trust you” you said taking a deep breath, trying to calm your nerves, when in reality you were shitting this, it had only been a year since Alana passed and you didn’t want them to think you were trying to replace her.

It took Emma and Mikey months to get used to you, they still hadn’t come round to the idea of you seeing their dad but things were getting there slowly. You just hoped things went different with the boys.

You followed Jase like a lost little puppy, even though you were holding his hand as you walked, you kept a step back so you were behind him. The moment you walked through the gate, everyone’s eyes were on the two of you and you felt your stomach churn.

“Just breath” Jase whispered as he looked back at you.

“Glad you could make it” Naima grinned as she was the first to hug Jason.

“I brought someone I want everyone to meet, hope you don’t mind” Jase smiled kissing her cheek.

“You know me Jase, the more females to deal with all your alpha male asses the better” she laughed before turning to you “I’m Naima, Ray’s wife.”

“Nice to meet you” you smiled at her, at least you knew you’d get on with her.

“Guys” Jase shouted once you both had a drink in hand. “I want you all to meet Y/N, my girlfriend”

You watched all of their faces, as they took in the news of who you were and if it wasn’t for Jason having his arm around your waist you’d probably be on the floor right now.

“And if any of you have a problem with it I will beat your asses” he shouted before kissing the top of your head.

You could tell some of them wanted to say something but kept their mouths shut as Jase took you round, introducing you to everyone. You were normally good at reading people but right now you couldn’t figure out if they liked you or not. The downside to Navy Seals they never really showed their emotions.

Once you had been introduced to everyone you felt a little bit better but still felt out of place.

“I’m gonna go see if Naima needs any help” you whispered to Jason who nodded at you. He knew you needed to get away for a moment.

The moment you were out of ear shot the boys started talking.

“What do the kids think?” Ray asked as he watched you and his wife through the window.

“It’s taking them a while but they are warming up to Y/N but we knew it would take time for them to realise that she will never try to replace their mom.” Jason said, bringing the bottle of beer to his lips. “Look she’s nervous as hell meeting you lot, so just be nice”

“I mean if she managed to tame you and put you in your place then I don’t see whats not to like” Clay laughed.

“Oh she definitely puts me in my place trust me” Jase laughed “she has helped me more than she realises and she dragged me out of slump after the last deployment”

“My only question is does she know how to drink and keep up with us?” Sonny asked with a smirk on his face.

“Banter wise she will be fine, drinking wise not so sure” Jase laughed as you and Naima rejoined the group.

“Y/N catch” Sonny shouted, tossing you a bottle of beer, which you caught with ease. “My only concern is you won’t be able to keep up”

“You want me to prove to myself that I can drink like a Seal?” You asked, raising your brow at him.

“One hundred percent” he nodded.

“Well then” you smirked “you better toss me another beer”

As soon as you had two beers in hand you twisted the caps off and brought both bottles to your lips. Downing both beers simultaneously without spilling a drop.

“That's good enough for you” you smirked, tossing the bottles into the box for empties.

“Damn girl” Sonny exclaimed.

“Welcome to the family” Ray nodded, lifting his beer in the air as you sat back down next to Jason.

“Told you it would be fine and there was nothing to worry about” Jason whispered, kissing the top of your head.

@chibsytelford @mrsmarvelous1995 @everyhowlmarksthedead @talicat713

[stevestuckyonbucky]

Put your entire music library on shuffle and list the first 10 that come up. Then tag 10 others to do the same!

Tagged by @winters-buck

I get to love you- Ruelle

On the loose- Niall Horan

Welcome to New York- Taylor Swift

Galaxies- Owl City

I want Crazy- Hunter Hayes

Bad at Love- Halsey

Happier- Marahmello & Bastille

To Break in a Glove- Dear Evan Hansen

Saint-Laurent- Coeur de pirate

Jet Lag- Simple Plan

Tagging some people but you don’t have to do it

@steve-is-a-babe @elliottsmth @whatinskeletarnation @molliartytho @impractical-insanity-guide @sweet-stug-life