#amber.writes. w rasslin

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tyler bate { spiders }

   NOTES: Okay, so this is the second incarnation of that idea I posted earlier and this time, I’m attempting to w rite Tyler Bate, who I barely know anything about. So I apologize now if he’s completely not IC. I tried. I wrote it based on my interpretation of the guy’s persona thus far. Also there’s a little bit of Trent and Pete antagonizing the poor bby at the end.. Fluffy & steamy fluff. A makeout.. 

I wanna do Baron, Finn and Pete too, so be on the lookout for those. I already sort of have parts of at least two of them written rn.. If I don’t redo them, lols.

  TAGGING: @alexablss and @believe-that-001 since you are both angels and i love you and neither of you mind! If anyone wants to be tagged in the future, let me know. I don’t/can’t do requests, so this is not a problem, i won’t mind tagging anyone in my stories.

  WARNINGS: Amber’s penchant for swearing, partial nudity, a steamy makeout. That’s pretty much all, boys and girls. 

-- Love, Amber.

"What the actual fuck?" I woke up from a dead sleep to feel something moving up my bare leg. It took literally less than three seconds to throw the cover off of myself and onto the floor and for me to start screaming bloody murder in the middle of the night.

But when I saw that eight legged fucker slowly making it's way across the hardwood bedroom floor, that's when I completely lost my shit. It looked like the Godzilla of spiders, and in my sleepy state, it felt like it was too and I shivered and grimaced as immediately, I was reminded of the slow creepy crawl made up my leg a few seconds prior..

I didn't realize that my banshee like screaming had woken up one of my room mates  until he was standing in my doorway, a cough alerting me to the fact that he was there as I launched one of my favorite Jimmy Choo heels across the room in the general direction I'd seen the spider crawling away in. And looking down, I realized then, that naturally, I'd been sleeping topless, again.

Tyler blushed a deep red, coughing a little, looking at me as I stood on the bed and pointed a shoe across the room. "When that little eight legged fuck comes back out, he's dead. If I have to burn this entire damn apartment down, that spider will not try to molest my leg when I'm sleeping again, ever."

He chuckled quietly, and keeping his eyes off of my body, he stepped into the room, grabbing one of my Victoria Secret catalogs, slamming it down, I'm assuming on top of the spider. I was shivering, rubbing my arms and I went for a t shirt just so I didn't make things any more awkward than they already were. When Tyler turned around, we found ourselves body to body, because bet your sweet ass I was creeping over to make sure Tyler had actually killed the damn thing and he wasn't just doing this to make me think that he had when he hadn't.

This little bitch wanted to see a spider corpse.

He swallowed hard and so did I, because our torsos were brushing and suddenly, it hit me.. Everything about him that I'd sort of thought cute and been attracted to, it was kind of.. Amplified somehow. Like I couldn't stop staring up at his eyes.. But then my eyes darted down to his lips and I found myself licking my lips, wondering what it would be like to close the distance between our mouths and give the shyer British male one hell of a thank you for his valiant efforts in slaying my night terror.

" All of that.. For one little spider, love?" and his voice sent this jolt straight to my core. I could literally feel my thighs getting slippery and my heart starting to pound.

{ Does his cologne always smell good enough to eat? Kind of like gummy bears.}

And then it hit me, the term of endearment at the end of the sentence, -- hell, the sentence itself is more than Tyler Bate has said to me in almost the entire four months I've been sharing an apartment with him and his two best friends, but that word had my entire body threatening to melt, right there, on the spot.

He was staring into my eyes. I know enough about him to know that he's definitely more quiet and shy, he's easily the easiest flustered of my three room mates. I also know enough about him to know that if he were calling me that then it meant something.. Especially in that tone of voice, deep and gravelly.

But when his fingertip slowly blazed a trail across my lower lip, I admit, I damn near lost all composure. A gasp escaped my lips and I found myself moving even closer to him, pouting as I looked up at him. "When you say it like that, Tyler.." I trailed off, going silent as I eyed his lips and licked mine again, my mind still wondering what it'd be like to kiss those lips, to be crushed against that body… To hear him call me love again.

And then, it wasn't imagination anymore. He groaned as his hands slid down my side, giving my ass a good firm squeeze through the soft cotton fabric of my panties.. And I only thought I was soaked before now.. I was literally flooded, there was wetness practically dripping from my core as he swiftly sat me on the edge of my vanity table after sweeping hair styling tools, makeup and quite a few perfume bottles off the surface. And he practically growled when my hands ventured up his bare chest, fingertips playing at firm muscles before going to rest in the hair at the nape of his neck. I closed the distance between our lip and he moaned into my mouth, nipping at my lip and then using his tongue to part my lips.

"Tyler, mmm." I whimpered softly, clinging to his body as he just stared at me a few seconds, the kiss deepening, making it harder for both of us to breathe. The door slamming shut would have had us both springing apart if not for the fact that we were so lost in whatever came over us that neither of us were really paying attention. My legs dug into his hips, clenching his body closer to mine, causing the bulge in his sweats to rub against my already soaked and aching core and he sucked in a breath at the way it felt, gripping my thighs as he growled into my mouth again and his lips strayed from my lips, moving lower, settling on my neck.

It was Trent and Pete from the doorway, clearing their throats and making suggestive eyes at both of us that had us springing apart momentarily, struggling to get back our breath -- and our composure, because naturally, every bit of that was gone too.

"I was killing a spider."

"So that's what you lot are callin it now, hmm?" Trent snarked, chuckling as Pete gave a wink to Tyler and then blurting out pointedly, "This mean you're goin to tell her?"

"Tell me what?" I looked from Tyler to his friends, obviously confused by the whole exchange. I was missing it.

"Bugger off, assholes." Tyler grumbled, his face turning a deep red as he stared at me intently, brown eyes darting down to my lips again. I slid off the vanity table and made my way to the bedroom door on weak legs. I'd just closed it when I felt his chest against my back. "Tell you that I want you to be mine.. That I possibly drive them insane when we're on the road, talkin about you." he muttered next to my neck and I whimpered, the feel of his lips against my skin was amazing.

"You.. You do?" "I do." he turned me around to face him, giving me that lopsided and slightly cocky grin as he chuckled and asked, "Feel better now? The spider is gone.."

"Actually, now that you mention it and you're in here, Tyler.. Maybe you can stay? Just so we know that more don't show up?" I looked up at him, biting my lip, giving my best begging eyes. He pulled me against him closer and muttered into my lips, "That sounds like a fantastic idea, actually."

"Good."