#elite x y/n

[bumblesimagines]

seeing you with them... it made me so mad. i can't explain the feeling.

Ivan

seeing you with them... it made me so mad. i can't explain the feeling.

Pronoun: they/them/theirs, gender neutral!reader

trying to clean my drafts so the next few starters are kinda old

"This isn't a good idea, Menci." You sighed into your glass of whiskey, watching the youngest Blanco scan the club for her... girlfriend? Ex-girlfriend? Fling? You hardly knew what the two girls considered each other now but the longing looks, teasing, and Mencia's clinginess spoke volumes as to how they felt about each other. Mencia kept a hand on your bicep, digging her nails into the fabric of your shirt in frustration from time to time. "I'm telling you, Menci, you need to-"

"There she is!" Mencia grinned widely, snatching the cup from your hand and swiftly drinking the contents. Her nose crinkled slightly and she wiped her lips with the back of her hand, her lipstick miraculously staying perfectly put. She set the cup down on the counter and slipped her hand down to your wrist, practically dragging you off the barstool and toward an area on the dancefloor where Rebeka could easily spot her in your embrace. 

"Doesn't Rebe box in her free time? I don't want a black eye-"

"You'll be fine," Mencia assured you, setting her hands on your neck and glancing back in Rebeka's direction. Her smile widening informed you the girl in question had likely noticed you and Mencia, and you sighed internally, wondering how you'd let Mencia wrangle you into helping her make Rebeka jealous. It was childish and impulsive, but things always were when Mencia was involved. You pursed your lips at the girl and she clicked her tongue, giggling softly as she planted a kiss on your cheek. "If anything happens-"

"Mencia."

"If anything happens, I'll tell her it was my idea. Nothing's going to happen to you, okay? I promise." Mencia bit the tip of her tongue, more giggles leaving her. An unamused huff escaped you, the buzz of everything you'd drank throughout the night finally beginning to take effect. You pressed your forehead against hers, taking in the glittery eye makeup she'd chosen for the night. It wouldn't be the first time you'd made out with Mencia, hell, it likely wouldn't be the last either. So, with one last sigh, you nodded.

"Fine. But if I end up in the hospital because of you, you'll owe me." You murmured, pressing your forehead against hers and feeling her body shake with airy laughter. Mencia made a hum of acknowledgment and placed her hand over your cheek, pressing her lips against yours. She tasted of cold whiskey and bad ideas. You slipped your arms snugly around her waist and felt her nails lightly scrape the back of your head.

"Babes!" The voice in your ear startled you into pulling away, your head turning to look at Isadora and Ivan. The platinum blonde stared at you with slightly widened, annoyed eyes, her shiny lips slightly curling. Ivan's gaze flickered between you and Mencia, his fingers curling and uncurling before he broke away from Isadora and made his way through the crowd toward the bathrooms. Isadora turned toward you with a scowl, snapping her fingers in your face. "What are you waiting for? Go after him!"

"Why-"

"Go!" 

"Alright, alright," You pulled away completely from an equally puzzled Mencia, weaving through the groups of dancing club-goers until you reached the bathroom, spotting Ivan slipping into a stall and closing it in Patrick's face. The sight would've amused you if it weren't for how distressed Ivan had appeared. Patrick craned his neck to look at you over his shoulder, a scowl appearing on his face at the sight of you. 

"What'd you do to him?" He asked accusingly, turning around to face you and pressing his back against the stall door. One might've viewed it as a protective stance, a friend wanting to keep another safe, but you knew Patrick's 'overprotectiveness' was only due to his painfully one-sided feelings toward the boy in the stall. You might've found it pitiful if you hadn't hated the guy's guts since he ruined your best friend's relationship by inserting himself into it shamelessly. Patrick had been indifferent toward your distaste until Ivan stepped foot on campus and seemed more keen on being your friend over his. Watching his face fall each time Ivan brushed him off was a hit better than any drug.

"Bite me." You snapped at him. 

"Hey," Ivan sniffled. "Don't fight. I... I want to talk to (Y/N), Patrick."

"But-" 

"You heard him." You smirked and Patrick's jaw clenched, his shoulder roughly colliding with yours as he stormed by you. You rolled your eyes at his retreating form, one hand rubbing your shoulder and the other reaching for the stall door. You tugged it open just enough for you to slip inside before closing it behind you and facing the sun-kissed boy. 

"Hey." Ivan greeted weakly, rubbing his eyes with the back of his hand and sniffling at him. He cleared his throat, uncharacteristically timidly fiddling with his fingers. If you'd learned anything about Ivan Carvalho in the few months you'd known him, it was that he was anything but timid. He was confident, cocky, yet overall a sweet guy. 

"What's wrong, Ivan? What happened?" You asked him softly, taking slow steps toward him until you stood in front of him and gently took his hands into yours. Ivan chuckled softly, his fingers curling around yours. He inhaled deeply and tilted his head up to look at you, his adams apple bobbing when he swallowed thickly. Your brows furrowed at his nervous demeanor. "Are you oka-"

"I think I love you." The words tumbled out of his mouth, forcing you into stunned silence as your ever-growing tipsy state rendered your brain into a confused mush. Ivan laughed forcibly, his gaze flickering away nervously. "I... I've liked you since I first saw you in class. I- I thought you knew. I thought you knew and- I... seeing you with Mencia... it made me so mad. I can't explain the feeling. It hurt. I guess this is how Patrick feels like, huh? Must be karma."

"Ivan-"

"Can I kiss you? I... I just want to know what it feels like."

[bullet-clubs-bitch]

HE KNOWS WHAT HE IS DOING

When I saw this I violently started screaming, thank you AEW figure fighters 🙏🏼

[kitkat238984]

Love Means A Free Babysitter

Summary: As a single mother of a three-year-old, you are constantly struggling to keep him under control, and boy are you glad Tyler was there at Rampage when you needed help. It worked out better than you expected.

TW: An annoyingly adorable child. You either love him or you hate him.

“Asher! Wait for me, please! Don’t run off!” You called for your three-year-old son who thought it would be a fun idea to make you chase him around backstage. 

The babysitter you’d hired had cancelled a mere hour before she was due to arrive at the hotel, so you made a quick call to Tony Khan’s team to ask if you could bring your son to Rampage and he reluctantly agreed so long as you kept him under control. 

“Oh yes of course. I promise you he’s an angel. You won’t even notice he’s here”. 

An ear-piercing shriek echoed through the hall you were running through and you ignored the shocked, puzzled looks thrown your way. So much for being unnoticeable. It probably would have been easier to catch up with him if you weren’t carrying all his toys, snacks, his blanket, your own water bottle, and your gym bag with your ring gear in. 

“Asher…”, you warned. “If you don’t stop running, mommy will be very angry with you”. Still nothing. You swore this kid had as much energy as if he’d drank dozens of energy drinks and eaten a bowlful of sugar. 

If everyone here didn’t know you were one of the professional wrestlers, they would most likely mistake you for a crazed fan. 

You didn’t take your eyes off Asher for one second, cautious of where he was running to, not wanting to find him somehow running through somewhere and into the arena. 

However, you gave an audible sigh of relief when a figure appeared from around the corner, causing Asher to bump into their legs and ultimately stopping him in his tracks, now wordlessly gazing up at the person’s face. 

As you drew closer you realised that the person your son had crashed into was Hook - or Tyler as you and some others preferred to call him - who returned the intent gaze into your child’s eyes, but his eyes filled with perplexion as he glanced around him trying to figure out where this random kid came from. 

“Uhh…”, he uttered before you closed the distance and placed your hand over Asher’s shoulder and pulled him away from your coworker. 

“Tyler, I’m so sorry about him. I’ve been trying to catch up with him for five minutes already and he just won’t stay still”. You managed to speak whilst catching your breath, proving difficult with everything you were holding as well as keeping Asher at bay who was now clinging and leaning against your leg. 

“Uh it’s cool. What’s with the kid?” He asked with no hesitation. 

You could see the obvious bewilderment in his features, glancing back and forth between yourself and Asher, and giggled before answering his question. 

“This is Asher. My son”, you told him, and he responded with five seconds of lip-mimed stuttering until speaking up again. 

“Since when were you a mom? You’ve never said anything before”. 

It was true that you’d never told Tyler before that you had a young child to take care of, but that was only reasoned with the fact that you never spoke to one another all that much. The closest you��d get to a conversation would be a few remarks on someone’s match in the viewing room or in one of the locker rooms. Your paths simply never seemed to cross naturally very often. 

“Since three years ago. I fell pregnant at eighteen, gave birth at nineteen, and now I’m a very tired mother and professional wrestler”. 

Hook felt he needed more than just a couple of seconds between bombshells to wrap his head around this discovery. You were a mom of a three-year-old boy. You were younger than him and had somehow managed to climb up the ladder of success into AEW whilst carrying around a baby in the background. 

He felt a sudden rush of respect that he’d never had before. Truthfully, he always thought you had a few screws in your head loose as you always scurried about everywhere and constantly looked like you had somewhere you needed to be. It had never the slightest bit bothered him and it never made him think any less of you, but now knowing there was a reason behind your madness made him feel guilty for thinking such things about you. 

“Can’t the father look after him?” he asked. 

“Oh um no”, you told him plainly. “He left me when he found out I was pregnant. Thought he was too important to deal with a child”. 

Then he felt worse than ever. You were a single mom, juggling everything all at once. How were you even sane? 

Frustration was visible in Tyler’s demeanour, evident in his clenched fists, pressing into his thighs and a small wrinkle in his nose which did not go unnoticed by you. 

“I’m kind of glad he left actually”, you continued. “I was trying to find a way out for months. He wasn’t a very nice person and would have been an even worse dad”. 

He appeared to relax slightly and you were thankful that he hadn’t burst into some fit of rage, however, what confused you was that he was angry in the first place after telling him about your ex. 

You hadn’t realised he cared so much about single mothers, let alone care about yourself. You wouldn’t exactly call Tyler a close friend so it surprised you that he would… well… actually give a damn. Whatever his reason for caring was, it brought you happiness that he felt the same way you did when your ex told you he was leaving you. 

“Anyway”, you snapped out of your thoughts. “We’d better get going if I actually want to fight tonight”. 

“The show doesn’t start for like four hours”. 

“It will take that long”. 

Hook gave you a questioned look before stuffing his hands back into the pocket of his hoodie and putting one of his earbuds in his ear. 

“I might see you later then. Good luck with uh… that…” He nodded towards Asher beside you and walked away behind you. 

“Thanks?” Was he scared of Asher or something? 

Taking advantage of the opening in front of him to continue causing chaos, you found yourself running after Asher yet again. 

“I swear that child is on steroids”, you huffed. 

—

Before even having gone in the ring yet, it felt like it had been the most stressful match day of your life, and you were waiting patiently in the viewing room with Asher standing in between your legs whilst you were handing him surprise tickle attacks. 

At least he wasn’t running wildly and screaming. 

You weren’t alone in the room as Hook was sitting on the opposite side with his earphones in and distracted by whatever was happening on the screen. You were a bit too preoccupied with your son to notice anything, even the frequent glances Hook gave the both of you. All you really knew and cared about at that moment was that you were to have a quick match with Saraya and that you were going to win. 

“Hey hey hey, Asher”, you addressed your littlun to get his attention. “When mommy’s done here we’re going back to the hotel and you, mister, are going straight to bed. Okay? So you’ve got to be a good boy”. 

“I am a good boy”, he said, nodding his head. 

“Good”. You kissed his head and reached down to Asher’s bag to pull out a bag of carrot sticks since it had been a while since he ate his dinner. 

As you were doing so, the door to the viewing room opened and you spun your head to see - as you expected - one of the producers. “Y/n, you’re needed now”. 

“Alright. I’ll be there in just a minute”. 

You quickly gave Asher his carrot sticks and got him to settle on a chair with his ipad so he should have been fine there for a while, however, you didn’t feel comfortable just leaving him alone the way he was. You had hoped that someone around you would be available, but one look at Hook made you feel… reluctant. 

As funny as it was that he called your son ‘that’, you shamedly didn’t have much faith in his babysitting abilities, and you didn’t want to make him feel uncomfortable. 

But in all honesty, you didn’t care too much. You were sure he wouldn’t let anything bad happen which was all you needed to know, and taking another look at Asher, he seemed pretty absorbed in his game so… 

“Hey, Tyler”, you called and he raised an eyebrow up at you. “Can you look after Asher for me? I won’t be long and he’ll be good. Thanks. Bye. I owe you”. 

He was in safe hands. 

Rushing to get out of there, you kissed Asher’s head and ran through the door to get to your match, leaving a dumbfounded Hook staring at the empty doorway where you were just standing.

‘What the fuck just happened?’ He thought. 

Hook unfortunately knew absolutely nothing about children and so felt very awkward about the situation he was forced in, however, he thought maybe if he kept completely silent and didn’t move then the kid wouldn’t notice he was there and that his mom had disappeared. 

Of course, that didn’t last long. After a couple of minutes, Asher’s head poked up and looked for his mom but found only the man with the fluffy hair staring at his phone. 

“Where’s mommy?” he asked, which attracted Hook’s attention. 

Here goes nothing. “She’s in the ring. She’ll be back soon”. 

“What’s a ring?” 

“It’s where people go to fight”. 

Asher looked puzzled and tilted his head to the side as if he were a puppy. 

“Mommy said no fighting. That’s not good”. 

“Well your mommy fights. Everyone here fights”. 

“Mommy doesn’t fight”. He began aggressively shaking his head. “Mommy’s a good girl”. 

A smirk turned into a chuckle at the thought of you telling your own child that fighting is naughty and there you were on the screen throwing someone’s head against the padding of a corner post. 

“I think mommy’s cappin’. Look up there”. He pointed to the screen where you were now being thrown onto the canvas with Saraya’s foot making contact with the arms that covered your head. 

Hook had assumed Asher would feel offended that you had lied to him yet think what you were doing was cool like he had when he first saw his dad wrestle, but when he looked over, what he feared would happen, happened. He was never good with kids so making one cry caused him probably the most panic he’s ever felt, even more than when he’s been pinned and desperately tried to find an outing. 

“Hey hey, kid, don’t cry. Your mom’s fine. She’s not getting hurt”, he said, rushing to Asher’s side, crouching to his level and placing a reassuring hand on his shoulder. 

“I don’t like it”. 

Asher’s whines alone were enough to make Hook’s heart break. What would you say if you knew he’d just made your son cry? 

He needed to fix this before you came back. He needed to fix this now. Fast. 

“Uhh it’s only pretend. It’s not real. They’re just… tickling each other”. 

“Tickling? Why are they tickling?” 

“Because it’s fun. They uh tickle each other until one of them gets too tired to carry on”. 

That’d have to do. At least the tears had stopped now. 

“Mommy being tickled?” 

“Sure”. 

“I want to do that”. He pointed to the TV and stared at Hook with large hopeful eyes. 

It wasn’t his position to start play-fighting with your son, let alone being the one to tell him what you do for a living, but the thought of a little kid wanting him to teach him wrestling made him forget about all that. He wanted to teach your kid the child-friendly version of wrestling and that was what he was going to do. 

“Alright. So have you ever had a tickle fight before?” He nodded. “Well it’s just that but you have to try and get me on the floor and for me to stay there for three seconds. Can you do that?” 

He nodded again with a gigantic smile that brought Hook some pride. He was about to guide Asher to the first move, but he beat him to it, flinging himself at Tyler who in turn flew back and hit the ground. 

His instinct would have been to push him off, but he had to restrain himself from being aggressive. 

In fact, he almost laughed when Asher made a poor attempt to tickle his neck. Three-year-olds were apparently terrible ticklers. 

“One two three”, the small person said, clearly not knowing how long one second is yet with how fast he was, but Hook went along with it anyway. 

“Heeeyyy I want a rematch. I wasn’t ready”. 

Hook surprised himself with how well he was with Asher and how easy it was to get along. It was pretty amusing how innocent and naive he was. He honestly thought that he could tell the kid anything and he’d believe him. 

Whilst ‘fighting’, he also noticed elements of Asher’s appearance and behaviour, small habits that easily resembled you. The little sparkle in his E/C eyes were the complete replica of your own, and the dimples in his cheeks was something he’d seen before many times when you’ve laughed at something someone said. 

There were parts about Asher that didn’t quite match, like the hair colour was completely different to yours which he presumed was from the dickhead ex-boyfriend. However, Hook didn’t hate the way it looked on Asher like he thought it should. It suited him and brought out the good in something wicked. 

He didn’t want to sound like a creep and say he’d been staring at you long enough to notice all these little things about you, but… well yeah he’d been staring. Truthfully, he thought you were a beautiful, sexy sight to behold which is why he was so surprised to see you with a child. 

How had he not noticed? 

How the fuck did you manage to carry that for nine months?! You looked fucking incredible for someone who had given birth and it only gave him another thing to love about you, that you were strong-willed and ambitious enough to make it this far with a baby. 

Again he was pinned to the floor on his front with Asher sitting on his back. If anyone saw Hook in that moment - pretend screaming and waving his arms and legs as if he was struggling - he would probably die of embarrassment. He had a cool reputation to keep up. But with his head facing away from the door, he didn’t notice that you were standing in the doorway enjoying the show from the sidelines. 

You couldn’t stop yourself from smiling at this sight for two reasons: you were happy Asher seemed to be having a great time (and would sleep really easily that night), and the smugness you felt seeing Tyler’s complete personality change from what you’ve ever known from him. 

“Ahh you’ve pinned me”, he cried. “Remember the count. Remember the count”. 

Asher giggled and counted to three on his fingers. As much as you wanted to continue watching the cute show, you knew you had to make yourself known. 

“Ding! Ding! Ding!” you called out and both boys whipped their heads to the sound of your voice. 

“Mommyyyyy!” Asher immediately jumped off Tyler’s back and ran to you, tightly wrapping his arms around your legs, a sign of affection which you kindly returned. 

��Have you two been having fun?” you asked. 

“Yeah! Yeah! I just learning wrestling”. 

“Oh really now? And who’s been teaching you that?” 

Asher looked back and pointed to Hook who was now sitting up and leaning against the chairs, running his hands through his hair trying to fix it. 

“Tyler taught you now, did he? How about you play with your cars for a bit and calm down, yeah? I think Tyler’s tired”. 

You and he knew that was all but the truth, but Asher had to come down from his energy surge somehow. 

“You told him? Really?” you asked, walking towards the chairs Hook was pulling himself onto and sitting beside him. 

“In my defence, I didn’t know you were trying to keep him away from fighting and I may have accidentally made him cry”. 

You gasped and your mouth stayed gaped open for a long few seconds before playfully slapping him on the arm. “How dare you make my son cry? You really are cold-hearted. And it’s not that I was keeping him away from it, I just don’t want him growing up thinking he can solve things with aggression. I mean, he still doesn’t fully understand the difference between right and wrong”. 

“You’re right. I’m sorry”. 

You chuckled lightly at his apology. “Don’t be. It was sweet watching him doing what we do”. 

“I thought the same. If he keeps that up he’s looking at a good future career ahead of him”. 

You nodded and watched as Asher so cluelessly played with his cars around the room, occasionally driving the toy cars across both your laps. 

“How do you make it look so easy?” 

The question took you by surprise and you unintentionally scoffed. “Easy? You’ve got to be kidding me, right?” 

“What I mean is”, he corrected, “is that you’re a fucking good-” 

“Language…” 

“Right. Sorry. You’re a great mom, and even though you’ve probably struggled, you’ve had incredible success. I just wanna know how you do it”. 

You took a deep breath, knowing this was going to be a looooong night. “Well… truthfully… I’m a hot mess. I don’t sleep. When I first found out I was pregnant and Asher’s dad left me, I was so sure I’d get an abortion, but then I went to the clinic and had a scan and realised I had a helpless child living inside of me and I wouldn’t let it down by taking away its chance at life. Although at least once a week I stay up all night crying, regretting every life choice I’ve made, when I wake up to this beauty I’m proud to call my son, I become slightly more disgusted with myself that I even dared to think about giving up”. 

You had to force yourself to breathe after that confession. You completely shocked yourself because you’d never really had the chance to talk to anyone about what went through your mind almost on a daily basis and yet here you were, telling Tyler everything in one go as if he were your damned therapist. 

“God I didn’t mean to spill everything out like that”, you told him. 

“Ah  don’t worry. You shouldn’t hate yourself so much for it, though. Can’t imagine what crazy shit- uh stuff you’ve gone through. I bet all single mothers have gone through the same as you”. 

You sent him a heartwarming smile and he sent the same but in smirk form which you never knew was possible without looking like a complete jackass. 

It still wasn’t possible. He looked dorky but you loved it nonetheless. 

“Do you want kids?” you asked. 

“Whoa ask me out to dinner first”. 

You tried to hide the laughter that was begging to come out from that cheesy line with a shake of your head, but you knew it was no use. 

“Me? Kids? Nah. At least not now. I wouldn’t even know where to start with being a dad. I’ve never really been around younger kids being an only child and all. It’s not like I could just drag a wife and kid around with me everywhere I go. I’m not father material”. 

Your heart dropped at hearing his admission, because you yourself had thought the exact same thing when you were pregnant. You remember how frightened you were of being alone or having no one there as the role-model you so desperately needed. 

But how were you to know how rewarding it all was in the end? 

“Well I understand where you’re coming from but you’re wrong. Very wrong. When I walked in here and saw you and Asher, I would have been easily convinced that you’ve been hiding three kids back home. You’d be an awesome dad”. 

“Ha… thanks, but it still feels like it’s off the cards for me. My job just doesn’t work well with having a family. It sucks but it’s the truth”. 

“And what about me? Do you think I teleport from place to place? Of course not. Asher and I take a few days once or twice a month to go home where he sees his friends, and we don’t let the constant travelling stop us from doing the things that mean the most to us. Which goes for you too”. 

Your words truly touched Tyler’s heart. His parents had told him so many times that it was possible to have a family life and still do pro wrestling, but he still never quite believed it. He wanted to be there for his future wife and children whenever they needed him at any time of the day, not just the occasional weekend when he had time off. 

Hearing your story and how you’ve coped with all the madness in your life finally broke that barrier that’s stopped him from believing he had to choose between a career and a family. Tyler was only twenty-four and had a long time ahead of him for his plans, but he knew where he wanted to start his future - well he knew who he wanted to start it with. 

He had no idea how long he’d been staring at you, but he was happy you were staring back. 

‘There it is’, he thought. The same shine in your eyes as the one he saw in Asher’s earlier. It took everything in his willpower not to devour your lips right there and then. Who cares if the kid saw? He’d find out eventually that kissing was quite normal between a man and a woman. 

“Hey”, he began talking, snapping you both out of your trance. “Can you make time in your busy schedule for a date tomorrow? About 12?” 

You bit your lip to prevent you from grinning like some psycho serial killer and managed to nod which brought a broad smile to his own face. 

“That is if I can find another babysitter by then”. 

“Bring Asher along. We can go to the park and get something to eat”. 

Your heart warmed at the thoughtful gesture. “I wouldn’t want to invade your plans with a three-year-old”. 

“You wouldn’t. I promise”. 

“Then yeah. Yeah, I’d love to go on a date with you”. 

“Perfect”. 

Tyler asked for your number which you willingly gave him and he sent a text to make sure you weren’t messing with him. 

“Alright, Asher. Say goodbye to Tyler”. 

Asher turned around and waved to your date. “Bye, Tyleeer!” 

“Bye, Asher. See you tomorrow”. 

“See you tomorrow”, he replied, not fully understanding what was actually happening tomorrow. Sweet. 

— 

When you got back to the hotel, you thought that the roles might have been reversed because you were exhausted from the long day and you could have passed out in the elevator, whereas Asher was straight on the small bed laid out for him and bouncing up and down like it were a trampoline. 

“Hey calm down. It’s time for bed. It’s been a very busy day and it’s very very late”. 

“I want to play wrestling”. 

“We can play wrestling tomorrow with Tyler. I’m sure he’ll play with you again if you bother him enough”. 

“No. I want to play with you”. 

You sighed deeply, just wanting to flop on the bed and let sleep overcome you. It was almost midnight which definitely shouldn’t have been a time a toddler was still awake at, and you were sure he’d end up waking you at stupid o'clock in the morning. 

Maybe one game wouldn’t hurt. He had such a confusing and stressful day. 

“Alright. One time then straight to bed”. 

He giggled before launching himself at you from the bed and you quickly caught him so he wouldn’t drop, but you still pretended to fall backwards on the bed. You were confused as to why Asher was fidgeting so much, but you carried on playing nonetheless and switched positions, rolling him over and throwing yourself over his torso, pinning him down. 

He had to learn to lose the hard way. 

“Nooo! Stop!” he cried. Thinking you might have hurt him, you quickly got off and scanned his face for any sign of pain. 

“What’s wrong?” you asked. 

“You doing it wrong!” 

“Wrong? How am I doing it wrong?” 

“That’s not how you do it”. 

“Then tell me how to do it”. 

Now he was sulking. Typical behaviour. You weren’t going to get a word out of him until you knew what he wanted. 

“Let’s just go to bed then”. 

“NOOOOO!” he screamed. 

“You’re tired. Come on”. 

“I not tired! I want to play wrestling!” he crossed his arms. You’d been through this situation before. Maybe if you just slept he would forget about it and go to sleep himself. 

“I want to play wrestling!” he screamed again. 

A lightbulb felt like it turned on in your head at the genius but probably the most logical idea. You hoped he wasn’t asleep yet but there was a slim chance that he was. 

“Heeey, Tyler”, you spoke into the phone. “Can I ask you a real quick question?” 

“You changed your mind already? I thought I would have had at least tomorrow’s date before you decided you didn’t like me”, he responded, his voice slightly muffled through the speaker. 

“Oh, no nothing like that. I haven’t dated in like five years. I need tomorrow. I just wanted to know how you played wrestling earlier”. 

You could imagine the perplexed look swept across his features. “Do I wanna know why?” 

“I think you’ve created Asher’s new favourite game and he keeps saying I’m doing it wrong”. 

“Well, are you tickling him?” 

“Tickling? You tickled him? You?” 

“Yeah, let's not tell anyone”. 

You almost burst out laughing at the all mighty Hook secretly being a softie and embarrassed the way he was then. 

“Oh believe me, I’m going to tell Ricky tomorrow and the word that you’re a secret teddy bear will have reached everyone’s ears before the week is over”. 

“We’ll talk about this tomorrow. Now go to bed”. 

“Thank you so much. Goodnight”. 

“Night”. 

You felt yourself swooning at his thoughtfulness and you understood why all those girls fawned over him and his unlikely charm. 

“Right. Now I know how to play, how about we start the game again?” 

— 

“Eminem is not better than Snoop Dogg. You’re insane”. 

You snickered, relishing in the satisfaction you had from teasing Tyler. 

“Eminem’s songs tell a story. Snoop Dogg just says a bunch of random shit”. 

“What’s storytelling about two trailer-park girls going round the outside, huh?” 

“Ah you got me there”. 

The three of you were walking down a trail down the side of the park, Asher running ahead of you hitting every tree he could see with a stick. You took a side glance at Tyler who was gazing off into the distance at your son. You thought it was pretty adorable that he was growing a liking to Asher, particularly after the awkwardness he possessed around him when they first met. 

A laugh escaped your lips which drew the attention of Tyle who whipped his head to face you. “What’s so funny?” 

“What happened to the guy who didn’t like kids?” 

“Ah he’s growing on me”. 

“I’m glad. Because he’ll be tagging around to a few of our dates”. 

He stopped in his tracks whilst you continued walking but turned around once you noticed he wasn’t catching you up. 

Had you put him off by inadvertedly inviting a third wheel? 

“What makes you think there are more dates?” 

Oh thank fuck. 

“Well, aren't there?” 

He let out a sly chuckle as you moved closer to him, mirroring his smirk, and he instinctively rested his hands on your hips. 

Tyler felt his fingertips tingle at the touch of you. It was like his hands had finally found their destined home. 

“I guess you’ll just have to find out”. 

His lips captured yours in craving and you felt in the small but powerful gesture all the longing he had for you and your lips. Both yours and his lips massaged each other and your body fell into complete ecstasy. 

Until the little monster ruined the moment… 

“Why are you kissing?” You pulled away and smiled at Asher’s innocence. 

“It doesn’t matter, sweetie. Come on, let’s keep going”. 

“I don’t want to. My legs hurt. Pick me up?”. 

You looked at Asher in disbelief. You’d seen this child practically run marathons without stopping and somehow an hour at the park has him too tired to stand? You weren’t believing it for a second. Besides, as strong as you were, the kid was heavy. 

“You’re too big to pick up now. You’re a big boy”. 

“Pick me uuuuup!” 

“I told you no”. 

Ah there was the grumpiness again, his arms flailing everywhere and foot stomping on the ground. You sent him a stern look that you held for all of five seconds before Tyler decided to speak up. 

“Hey, do you want to sit on my shoulders?” 

“Yeah!” 

Hook knelt down whilst Asher climbed up his back and swung his legs over his shoulders, Tyler’s arms securely holding them in place so he wouldn’t fall backward. 

You rolled your eyes and you all continued walking down the path - with the exception of Asher, of course. 

It was a beautiful sight, you had to admit to yourself, but he was a cheeky mother fucker. 

“You’re a bad influence, you know that?” 

He chuckled at your comment for he knew you were telling the truth, but he loved the drama. 

“First, you make Asher cry, then you teach him wrestling, and now you’re his personal chauffeur. I hope you’re happy”. 

“Oh I’m more than happy, baby”. 

You couldn’t have agreed more. You had hope that this situation would progress into something much more wonderful than it already felt. 

THE END. 

[wowzer-bowzer]

Title: A Lesson in Empathy

Summary: Caitlin leaves you helpless during a party

The pulsating beats of the party thrummed through Caitlin’s veins as she pulled you through the front door. The house was a packed, chaotic whirl of bodies, laughter, and flashing lights. Caitlin’s excitement was palpable, her eyes gleaming with anticipation.

“Come on, Yn, this is gonna be so fucking sick!” Caitlin said, her voice barely audible over the music. “I promise you’ll enjoy it once you get into it. Just stay by my side and trust me” Even with the loud music, you could hear the confidence dripping from her voice. With confidence like that how could you not trust her?

Even though your uneasiness was evident, you shift your weight shifted her weight, trying to appear more confident then you felt. You glanced around once more at the sea of unfamiliar faces, and instantly felt that “confidence”, be replaced with anxiety and fear. “I don’t really like big crowds, Caitlin. I’m not sure I’ll fit in.”

Caitlin’s face fell slightly, but she quickly masked her disappointment with a smile. “Please? Just try it out for a bit. I really want you here with me.” Just like that you were back in.

Despite your apprehensions, you nodded reluctantly, there was just no way you could say no to her. “Alright…but you promise to not ditch me”

“I promise I won’t leave you. Come on!” She replied her voice filled with excitement.

As you entered the party, Caitlin was immediately swept up by the crowd. She started chatting with friends, her energy contagious. But as the minutes ticked by, you felt increasingly abandoned, standing alone amidst the cacophony of the party.

The noise, the crowd, and Caitlin’s absence started to close in on you. Your heart raced, breathing shallow, and you felt a wave of panic crash over you. You tried to steady herself, but the anxiety only grew more intense. You felt trapped, the walls of the house closing in on you.

Desperate to escape the overwhelming chaos, you slipped away to a quieter corner of the house. Your breaths came in ragged gasps as you sat down, tears spilling uncontrollably. Your vision was blurred, and the room seemed to be spinning around her. The feeling of being utterly alone in this massive crowd was completely suffocating you, second by second.

Caitlin, lost in the revelry, didn’t notice your distress until she glanced around and realized you were nowhere to be seen. A pang of concern struck her as she began searching for her girlfriend, moving through the crowd with growing anxiety.

When Caitlin finally found you, you were huddled in a corner, with your face buried in your hands, her heart sank. She knelt beside you, the weight of her realization hitting hard. “Y/N… I’m so sorry. I didn’t realize. I’m so sorry I wasn’t paying attention”

You looked up, your face streaked with tears and your eyes filled with hurt. “You left me here, Caitlin. I told you I didn’t want to come. You knew ahead of time that I’d be anxious in a place like this.” Your voice laced with frustration and tiredness.

Caitlin’s heart broke at the sight of your pain. “I didn’t mean to. I got caught up in the party and completely lost track of time. I’m so sorry for being so thoughtless and inconsiderate.”

You shook your head, voice trembling. “It’s not just about tonight, Caitlin. It’s about you not being there for me when I needed you. You were supposed to be my support, but instead, you left me alone.”

Caitlin’s guilt was overwhelming. She reached out, gently taking your hand. “I know I messed up. I should have been more aware of how you were feeling. Let’s get out of here. I’ll take you home and make it up to you.”

They left the party in silence, the car ride home leaves with a heavy tension. Caitlin could barely look at you, her mind racing with regret. She had let her own excitement blind her to your needs, and the weight of that mistake was crushing her.

Back at your apartment, Caitlin set up a calming space with blankets and dim lighting. She made hot chocolate and set out your favorite snacks, trying to create a soothing environment. Her heart ached as she watched you sit quietly on the couch, the pain still evident in your eyes.

Caitlin sat beside you, her voice soft but laden with remorse. “I know I can’t undo what happened tonight, but I want to do whatever I can to make it right. I’m really sorry for ignoring how you were feeling. I really fucked up.”

You looked at Caitlin, the hurt still fresh but a hint of understanding mingled underneath. “I appreciate that you’re trying to make it better, but it’s going to take more than just words. I need you to actually be there for me when I’m struggling, I’m a situation like that, not just when it’s convenient.”

Caitlin nodded, her eyes filled with sincerity. “I promise I’ll work on it. I’ll be more mindful of how you’re feeling and make sure you’re not left alone like that again. You mean too much to me for me to keep making these mistakes.” She said gently using your forehead.

As the night wore on, you and Caitlin, both talked openly about your feelings and the importance of mutual support in your growing relationship. Caitlin’s regret was palpable, but so was her commitment to learning and growing from the experience.

When you finally settled in for the night, Caitlin held you close, her heart full of resolve. She knew it would take time to rebuild trust, but she was determined to make things right. And as you both drifted off to sleep, Caitlin silently vowed to be a better partner, one who would always be there for you, no matter the circumstances. Why? Cause if she lost you, she’d feel the same amount of hopelessness that you felt earlier.

[thecordelialetters]

The Bionic and the Ballerina Pt.3

wc:1,132

Chase Davenport x fem!reader

And then I go and spoil it all by saying somethin' stupid like, "I love you"

Pt1 Pt2 Pt3 Pt4

Thankfully the week had passed and with the help of Chase, you were able to ace your history test.

Your friendship with Bree was going smoothly. When you had time the two of you would gossip about others, talk about boys, or the latest episode of Vampire Diaries. Your Saturday morning was bleak, your older brother who had become your guardian, was covering a coworker's shift, leaving you alone in the tiny apartment you shared. A heavy sigh left your lips as you sipped on a cup of jasmine tea. Buzz buzz...

Your phone screen lit up with a picture of Chase. His contact image was a photo of the two of you during lunch when you had accidentally matched colors. His smile matched yours as both of you faced the camera. Seeing his arm around you in the photo brought a familiar heat to your core. The message read, "Tasha and Davenport are heading out, want to come over?" Excitedly you changed out of your pajamas leaving the house in a pink skirt and white blouse. With no time to do your hair, you clipped it up leaving a few strands in your face.

Chase jolted at the sound of the doorbell and hurried to open it. The moment his eyes fell on you, a breath caught in his throat. You looked... different—your hair swept up, framing your face in a way that softened your features, lending you an air of delicate elegance.

As you stepped past him and into the room, his gaze dropped to your blouse. Resting just above your chest, a gold, heart-shaped locket gleamed, rising and falling with the subtle rhythm of your breath. The gentle rise and fall seemed to command his attention, while the sweet fragrance of your perfume wrapped around him, dizzying in its allure.

"You look beautiful," he whispered, the words escaping him in a hushed, almost reverent tone, as though the sight of you demanded nothing less.

You took a seat on the couch as Davenport and Tasha came in carrying their luggage. "This is so exciting! I've never been to Australia before!" You stood back up to greet them, "You're going to love it! The hiking and beaches are to die for." Another voice from the door spoke up, "Maybe you'll like it so much you won't come back!"

Tasha rolled her eyes at the AI before continuing, "Honey do you have the plane tickets?" "Plane tickets? We are taking my fully automated private jet." He grinned. You poked Chase's side, "Oh lala fancy."

"Leo this is your chance to prove you're responsible enough to stay home without us." Leo looked baffled and pointed to the siblings, "me what about them?"

Davenport looked at you cautiously, "They're responsible enough...you on the other hand were designed to break things." He eyed Leo down. Leo pushed the couple out the door, "Don't worry it'll be fine enjoy your trip!"

The minute they left Adam and Bree shouted "Woo party!" and left to do their own plans, leaving you and Chase...and Leo. Chase side-eyed Leo as if saying, "How about you beat it so I can hang out with the girl I like." It appeared Leo wasn't as receptive and stayed in place. The three of you sat on the couch in painful silence before Leo decided to get up and play with his toys/action figures, leaving you, Chase, and a large gap between the two. You turned to Chase, "I know you and your family are coming to see my show next week, but would you like to see what I've been practicing so far?" He nodded eagerly. You stood up and played the music for your solo on your phone. Deep breaths in. Deep breaths out. In. Out.

Ballet was more than movement; it was your escape, your body bending and stretching in ways that felt both impossible and freeing, guided not by thought but by the rhythm that pulsed through the music. The Rose Adagio—your long-awaited solo—was your moment to demonstrate the intimate conversation between body and melody.

Chase’s gaze never wavered. Every spin, every leap you made seemed to pull him deeper into your world, as if he, too, was part of the dance. His eyes followed you with an intensity that felt like a silent partner, mirroring your every step. Each graceful leap was weightless, landing so softly it was as if the air itself caught you. As the music swelled, you moved with a passionate fluidity, your skirt sweeping through the air like petals caught in a gentle breeze. The symphony crescendoed, and even from across the room, you could feel him sway with the rising tide of emotion in your dance as if the music had tethered him to you.

You stopped breathing slightly harder, "Well um...what did you think?" nervously shuffling your hands together. Chase snapped out of his reverie and took one step before playing his arms around your lefts and lifting you up, spinning you around. "That was the most amazing dance I've ever seen, the way you move was like a swan descending into the water, it was like... it was like the feeling of the first autumn breeze." He rambled on with many beautiful comparisons but you were too busy staring into his eyes. Overcome with happiness, you grabbed his face and softly planted your lips on his.

Chase paused before leaning in, one hand on your waist the other holding your jaw. This was no kiss of lust but one of appreciation for each other. His heart thumped against his chest, deeper and deeper.

The smell of his natural cologne invaded your senses, his lips pressed against yours, your noses brushing up occasionally. Your hand grabbed his hard muscle the other lightly resting on his stomach. You sunk in his embrace, letting his lips brush against yours before interlocking again. Your hand moved up and down his waist feeling the heat of his skin. Your thumb mindlessly toying with his waistband. The two of you broke apart immediately letting the forgotten air fill your lungs. The phantom feeling of the kiss lingered as you took sight of his flushed face.

"I love you." He blurted out.

Your eyes widened. He stammered, "I mean no I don't, I mean I like you but we also just met, and I love you?" You stepped back, "I'm sorry Chase look I really like you but..." You stopped not knowing what to say back. It wasn't that you DIDN'T love him, but rather you didn't know what love was. This wasn't your first rodeo with a boy, but your previous relationship was nothing like this one. The first boy you ever "went out" with was immature and only liked you for your body. Rather than waiting for you to finish, Chase turned around and ran. You stood there not knowing what to do. It would be weird to run after him in his own house. You packed up your stuff and left, you'd try to talk to him tomorrow.

Taglist: @mel-vaz

[madhatterbri]

Pile of Leaves | HOOK

Summary: Prompt 9, Jumping out of piles of leaves to scare someone (with Hook). Reader scares Hook

Author's Note: Listen cause I know I'm getting looks and will probably get some messages. Very rarely will I write for HOOK. Just enjoy it for now. Lol.

HOOK Masterlist

Requested by: anon

Taglist: @theworldofotps @smallestsnarkestgirl @magicalbuttertarts @multi-fandom-things730 @hotgirlgraps

Y/N was excited the moment the first leaf touched the ground in New York. She couldn't believe that fall was coming around again. Between the Macy's Thanksgiving Parade and cooler weather, she couldn't hide her excitement.

This would be her first time celebrating the holidays with HOOK, and she wanted to make it memorable. Whenever he was home from work, she had activities planned for them. One particular day, she decided to have a picnic at the park. All of their favorites packed in the basket.

While waiting for his arrival, she had an idea. A pile of leaves laid neatly by the blanket. The thought of scaring him excited her. Y/N looked around to make sure her boyfriend hadn't arrived. When there was no sign of him, she hid herself in the leaves.

A few minutes later, HOOK walked to the picnic area. He looked around, wondering where his girlfriend could have gone. He texted her. When there was no response, he called her. Y/N could barely control her laughter. He walked around to see if she was hiding behind a tree. When he stood close to the leaves, she knew she had to act.

"Boo!" Y/N yelled and stood up. HOOK jumped and dropped his phone to the ground. Y/N giggled in delight at her boyfriend's face. He picked up his phone and cracked a smile.

"That was a good one," he complimented and held her hand. The handsome devil let out a laugh. HOOK helped her out of the pile of leaves. He helped get the leaves out of her hair and off her clothes.

"I'm glad you are here. I missed you," she told him. Her arms wrapped around his neck. He placed his hands on her waist.

"I missed you too," he promised. He kissed her lips softly. "Now let's eat. I'm starving,"

[midwestmade29]

Wildcard🃏

Hangman's vignette on Collision was very inspiring 😂 Thus this story was born. I miss him and have my fingers crossed so tightly that he really is the wildcard for Dynamite this Wednesday 🤞🏻

Word count: 2.2k Divider by: @saradika-graphics *GIF is not mine. All credit goes to original creator.

Disclaimers: Cursing, unprotected sex. Read at your own discretion.

Written from Hangman's POV 🙂

Hangman's nerves are getting the best of him so he calls on you to help calm them...

It was the night before I would be making my return to AEW as the wildcard. These last few months have been difficult, mostly because I’ve had to learn to live without her.

I knew she would be in Chicago. I knew that despite all the hell I’ve put her through, she wouldn’t miss this big moment. My mind is racing, my anxiety is through the roof of this hotel. I’m pretty sure if I don’t stop pacing, I’m going to be greeting the guests below me soon after my feet burn a hole in this floor.

The whiskey wasn’t helping. Shit, I’ve used that one too many times as a way to numb anything and everything, I’m practically immune to it now. There was only one thing that would calm me down at this point. Only one person who quiets my thoughts and makes me feel whole. I had to see her.

I pulled out my phone and sent Y/N a text, hoping and praying that my gut was right, and she was in fact in Chicago.

•••

I need to see you. Are you here?

To anyone else, the message might be slightly vague, but I knew that she would understand. I sat the phone on the desk and pulled up the rolling chair, just staring at the screen. For 10 minutes, the damn thing only said “delivered.” She hadn’t read the message yet.

I sighed and walked towards the bathroom when my phone dinged and stopped me in my tracks. I damn near tripped over my boots on my way back to the desk in my hurry. My heart was hammering against my chest when I unlocked the screen and went to my texts.

•••

Yes. Marriott next to the arena. Room 3412.

I let out a shaky breath once I realized she was staying in this very hotel. I was on the 37th floor so we weren’t far apart. With my phone placed back in my pocket and my keycard in hand, I walked out of my room to the bank of elevators.

Some higher power had to be messing with me right now. Y/N is only 3 floors below me, but damn is this thing moving slowly. Not to mention the large group of people that got on and off every floor on the way down.

The doors slid open, and I stepped off, looking left and right trying to see which direction I needed to go. With a right then left turn, I was standing outside Y/N’s door.

When she opened it, I swore I saw an angel. She was just as beautiful as the last time I saw her almost 4 months ago. It hurt like hell and felt so good at the same time being in her presence again. I’m just thankful she even agreed to see me.

I entered her room without a word spoken between either of us. I looked around and only saw 1 bed along with 1 suitcase. She was alone. Thank God.

“I know you’re nervous, but the crowd is going to love you, Adam. They’ll be happy to have their cowboy back,” Y/N said softly.

She was leaning against the wall with her arms wrapped around her body, making me wish they were my arms around her instead. This woman knew me better than anyone, hell she knows me better than I know myself. She understands me. She accepts me. She’s always been my missing piece.

“Is it that obvious?” I asked with a nervous laugh. It was comforting and sometimes maddening that she could read me so well.

“Everything will go smoothly, and you’ll get back in the swing of things. You’re a natural. You just have to believe in yourself the way everyone else does Adam. You’ve got this. I know things aren’t ideal right now behind the scenes, but you’ll figure it out. Pick the path you want to go down and don’t look back,”

It felt like I was 20 pounds lighter hearing her words and knowing she still believes in me. I offered her my best smile while I took a moment to let her encouragement sink in. She shocked me when she walked over to me and placed her hand on my cheek. The familiar scent of her started to dance around my nose as I inhaled, it was intoxicating. It still lingered on her pillow in my bed at home.

Her fingers rubbed my beard, making me melt into her touch. Our eyes were on one another as we drank each other in.

“I’m glad the mustache is back to normal by the way. You look more like my-“ Y/N smiled before she stopped herself from saying whatever else she was going to say.

“I look more like your what, Y/N?”

Sadness flashed across her face, but she recovered quickly. She brushed a stray strand of hair away from my face while she answered me.

“My Adam. You look more like my Adam now,”

Y/N looked up at me, waiting for me to make the next move. I could tell she was afraid she had said too much, but she said everything I wanted, needed to hear. I leaned down and kissed her. I kissed her hard and I kissed her good. She tasted so fucking sweet as I slid my tongue in between her lips, savoring every second of this moment. God, I missed this. I missed her.

When I broke the kiss, her lips were already a little swollen. She tried to catch her breath as I kissed her jawline down to her neck, nipping and sucking until I found that sweet spot that made her come alive for me. My cock twitched in my jeans when she let out a breathy moan, letting me know I found my target.

I stole the moan right out of her mouth when I kissed her lips again, swallowing the sound whole and eating it up. Her fingers worked quickly to undo the buttons on my shirt, and when she slid it down my arms, the fire blazing in her eyes threatened to set the entire room on fire. Her fingertips traced along the lines of my chest, lightly grazing the scars that were scattered on the skin there before kissing them softly.

I tried my best to let her have the lead, at least for now but my resolve was fading the longer she looked at me with those lust blown eyes. Y/N unbuckled my belt, then the button and zipper before helping me shimmy my jeans down my legs and to the floor. She drug her nails gently up my thighs to my hips and up my chest, causing a shiver to run through me. She snaked her arms around my neck and splayed her fingers through the hair at the nape of my neck.

I picked her up and she wrapped her legs around my waist as I carried her over to the bed. The feeling of her pressing against my hard cock through my underwear was so good and torturous at the same time. I needed her. I needed this. We needed each other.

I laid her down on the bed gently, my lips finding hers once more. She arched her back and lifted herself slightly as I pulled her shirt up to remove it, revealing her bare breast underneath. Y/N is perfect. She’s the epitome of all things good and beautiful.

“You’re the most beautiful thing I’ve ever seen Y/N. Every inch of you is divine. I can never get enough of you,” I whispered as I made my way down her torso.

I made a trail with my lips and tongue until I reached the hem of her pants. I hooked my fingers underneath the band and tugged while she lifted her ass off the bed to let me pull them off. Her underwear was next and ended up in the pile on the floor with our other discarded clothes. Y/N watched me intently as I spread her legs wide and positioned myself in between them.

“I’ve tasted your lips, but now I want to taste the rest of you sweetheart. Let me pleasure you, take what you need from my mouth. I don’t plan on stopping until I hear you cum,”

The gasp she let out the second I dove in made me stiffen even more. My boxers were feeling tighter and tighter with each minute that passed.

Every swipe and flick of my tongue against her clit was bringing her closer and closer to her release. I licked and lapped around her while I pumped my fingers in and out of her. Her moans were sugary sweet and satisfying, I couldn’t help but groan against her sensitive bud. Y/N intertwined her fingers in my hair, lightly pulling and tugging while her hips bucked and pressed herself even more against my tongue.

I wrapped my arms around her thighs when she finally came, holding her in place as I licked and sucked her through her release. She squirmed and moaned as each tremor wracked her body. I placed a kiss on her inner thigh before sitting up and pulling her to me. Our centers collided, making us both blow out a rush of air as my cock slid around her wet folds.

I refrained from pushing myself all the way into her. I wanted to draw things out as long as I could before we couldn’t take it anymore. My mouth took in one of her nipples while my hand played with the other.  My teeth grazed the pink bud, my tongue following afterwards before I sucked it into my mouth and released it. I kissed my way over to her other stiff peak, taking it into my mouth to continue my teasing.

“A-Adam please. I want you; I need to feel all of you. Please,” Y/N’s plea was nothing more than a breathy murmur.

She was ready for me, and I was so ready for her. I reached between our bodies and lined myself up with her entrance, my breath catching in my throat as the head of my cock rested against the soft inner lining of her pussy. If I could bottle this feeling up, I would so I could enjoy it any time I wanted to.

My forearms supported most of my weight as I inched myself inside of her. Y/N felt incredible, so tight and so warm against me.  So wet and so perfect for me. Her walls stretched around me, eventually giving me full access and allowing me to be fully sheathed. I started moving against her slowly at first before increasing my speed.

Our bodies worked together in perfect harmony as we both chased euphoria. Y/N dug her nails into my back whenever I hit her sweet spot, her eyes fluttered closed when I leaned down and kissed her neck. We were both panting and sweaty and so completely lost in each other.

“Darlin, you’ve been so good for me. So, fucking good. I can feel how close you are. Let yourself go sweetheart,” I whispered against the shell of her ear.

Y/N pressed her heels into my ass, bringing us even closer together as I continued thrusting, much deeper now. I felt her flutter around my cock, and I knew she was done for. I watched as the most incredible woman I’ve ever known fell apart beneath me. Her lips parted and her sweet voice cried out my name. Her legs twitched and her cheeks flushed while her body absorbed every ounce of pleasure her orgasm brought.

I’ve never wanted time to stand still as badly as I do right now. Y/N completely blissed out and me seconds behind her. Both of us so fucking high off one another we may never come back down from it. My release detonated, wave after wave of satisfaction crashed against every part of me as I thrusted erratically. I grunted into Y/N’s chest as each rope of my cum filled her until I had nothing left.

It was minutes before I could bring myself to pull out of her. Part of it was because it just felt so damn good being inside of her, but the other part was because I wasn’t sure what would happen between us next. I couldn’t help but feel sentimental during this intimate moment, my thoughts and feelings threatened to drown me when they came flooding back into my mind.

Once I was lying on my back with Y/N resting her head on my chest, she worked her magic again. The warmth of her skin against mine mixed with the feeling of being completely sated, she put an end to my thoughts and worries. The noise in my head was now quiet. She did all this without even trying!

Not long after I pulled the covers over both of us, we fell into a peaceful sleep. I held her through most of the night before we repositioned, and our limbs ended up tangled together. There’s no way for me to ever thank her properly for all that she’s done for me and continues to do. I know I’ll spend the rest of forever trying my best to show her just how grateful I really am. Months ago I made the biggest mistake of my life letting her go. Tonight felt like a second chance, a fresh start. I had to do whatever I could to make her mine again.

[gorgeys]

Do you still make fanfics? If you do please do Carla smut

PORNSTAR ★ carla roson

Carla Roson x fem!reader

Part 2 of So Naive

You still don't understand that you belong to Carla, she intends to prove it to you and Guzman...

Warnings: SMUT - top!Carla, bottom!reader, semi-public sex, dub-con, shoving, grabbing, hair-pulling, hickeys, biting, brat taming??, pet names, mentions of murder/mutilation, degradation/praise, choking, finger sucking, non-con pictures/filming, begging, fingering

Word Count: 4750

Note: i'm so sorry this took so long! i lost motivation for writing for a while but i'm temporarily back!

also i literally changed tenses in the middle of writing but i was too lazy to fix it and the ending is a little rushed bc i didn't want it to get any longer than it already was, hope you enjoy!!

Carla checks her phone as she enters Guzman’s house.  She’s definitely late.  Too late as she notices the last text from you was sent over an hour ago when you had arrived at the party.  In one hour you could have been anywhere doing anything.  She hates the thought of it.

The horiffic image of you and him had been replaying in her mind all day.  His hands all over your body, his lips against your skin, the way you would sound for him.  It was like a constant nightmare that she couldn’t put to bed.  She was hoping you could help silence her thoughts.

She headed for the kitchen to pour herself a drink, craving a light buzz.  She only downed half of it when she noticed Samuel approaching her.

She turned her back toward him, hoping he would get the hint, but he quickly tapped on her shoulder.  Carla obnoxiously rolled her eyes before turning around to greet him.

It was more than obvious he had developed a hearty crush on her since Marina.  He always ran his hands in his hair, trying to perfect it before he went to approach her.  He’d be too smiley while talking to her, and he’d take a step too close which always resulted in Carla escaping the situation as quickly as possible.  She couldn't understand how Samuel never noticed her grimaces or eyerolls or the hundreds of signs she sent him to give it up.  Carla hated everything about it.

But you seemed to love it.  You’d always tease her about him, calling Samuel her boyfriend and pushing her to go talk to him.  She was pretty sure this whole thing had even started because of you, that you had mentioned to Samuel that Carla was interested in him in the first place.  You always loved a little white lie.

For some reason you just loved to be a nuisance.  You loved to watch Carla squirm when you flirted with the guys.  You loved watching her become so irritated and red, grinding her teeth so hard she could start a fire.  You loved flustering her in the middle of class by sending her some dirty pictures, watching her eyes go wide as she quickly hid her phone in her skirt.  She’d always give you the craziest look, wondering if your antics would ever end.  And you loved forcing her onto Samuel, watching her struggle to get away from him just to spend another moment with you.  Of course, you never let her, always ditching her with the pretty boy and leaving her wanting more.

You were such a brat.  Everyone knew it.  Your parents were unbelievably rich, valued much higher than the regular Las Encinas family, so you always got want you want.  Of course you used that to your advantage more times than not.  It became your entire reputation.

Carla was your perfect match.  Everyone was always willing to give her everything she wanted, from her father to her ex-boyfriend.  Everyone but you.  Carla hated it sometimes, but all those other times, she loved taking what she wanted from you.

“Hi, Carla,” Samuel said with a big, dorky smile.

“Hi, Samu,” she dryly said, placing her drink on the counter.  “Have you seen Y/N?”

“Yeah, I just saw her out there,” Samuel said, pointing to the the door he had just entered through.  “But-”

“Thanks,” she quickly said, giving him a grateful pat on the shoulder before walking past him in that direction.  She paid no mind to how he called after her as she walked through the doorframe.

Her eyes scanned the large living room where most of the students had gathered to talk and drink.  It was quite crowded and she almost didn’t see you.  Almost.

But there you were sitting in one of those fancy leather chairs, a drink in one hand.  But you weren’t alone, not even close.  Carla could already feel her face burn up, her neutral expression turning completely sour.

You were sitting in Guzman’s lap so comfortably.  You were perched on one of his legs, facing the side.  Your own legs were over his and hanging over his lap.  Your free arm was draped loosely over his shoulder, your nails digging into the soft skin of his neck.  His hands were all over you, one arm wrapped tightly around your waist, the other reaching to squeeze your thigh.

Maybe Carla wasn’t the murderer but in a few seconds she thought she’d become one.

She wanted to pull all of his teeth out just to wipe away his smug smile.  You leaned in toward his face as you spoke, tightening your grip on his neck, and when he laughed, Carla felt he was already gloating his victory.

She wanted to slice all his fingers off when his hand began to travel downward from your waist to palm your ass.  She nearly groaned when she noticed the skirt you were wearing.  She knew that one very well.  She knew it was the shortest one you owned from the amount of times her hand had wandered beneath it.  You were basically sitting on him with your bare ass out.

And then, for the finale, she would make sure to cut his dick off.  She saw the way he adjusted in the seat, slightly moving his hips up into your body.  It would have been a miracle if he didn’t have the largest hard-on known to man.  But the part that really made her swell with rage was that you could feel it and you weren’t doing anything about it.  You were sitting on his dick like you were his girl.  She hated to think about what could have happened if she hadn’t arrived at that exact time.

You raised your glass to your lips to take a long sip of expensive liquor.  It was the perfect opportunity for Guzman to turn his head and find Carla standing stiffly in the doorway.  He almost laughed out loud. The feeling of you sitting in his lap and her jealous glare was so triumphant.  His smile doubled in size and doubled in arrogance.

Her eyes narrowed at him, a silent promise that he wouldn’t get the last laugh.  If Carla’s blood was boiling before, it was on fire now.

But then, noticing Guzman’s attention had been stolen, you turned as well, instantly finding Carla’s eyes.  You could feel her wrath even from across the room and you only fed off it.  You were drunk off the feeling of power knowing you had La Marquesa tucked snuggly in your back pocket.  It felt so good that you couldn’t help yourself.

Instead of being a simple tease like usual, you gave her a ladylike wave.  And then you sent her a polite, friendly smile.  It was innocent to the naked eye.

But friendly?  She couldn’t bear you.  You looked so fake and well-mannered.  Two things you definitely weren’t.  Especially when you were alone with her.

Carla couldn’t stand you acting like she was just one of your bitchy friends, like there was nothing more between you.  No, she was everything for you.  She owned you in every which way and she was determined for not only Guzman to see, but for you to accept it as well.

You and Guzman both directed your attention back onto one another although you were very aware of a seething Carla charging toward you.  But only when she was at arms length did Guzman see her.  He didn’t have enough time to react before she reached out and violently grabbed you by the arm.

“What the fuck, Carla?” Guzman shouted, outrage painting his face.

She was squeezing so tightly you could already feel the bruises forming, but you refused to go without a fight.  You tugged your arm back and gave her a condescending glare.

She was done with your bullshit.  She pulled your arm, twisting it in such a way that you spilled your drink all over the white rug.

“Carla!”  You scolded. Her aggression surprised you a little.  She always kept it classy in public, not a hair out of place. It seemed you had pushed her over the edge this time and you were enjoying it a little too much.

Carla didn’t speak but gave you the coldest look you had ever received from her hazel eyes.  She looked ready to kill and you silently wondered if you would be Las Encinas’ next victim.  You didn’t really mind as long as she fucked you first.

Deciding you had been difficult enough, you allowed her to take the glass from your hand and place it on the table.  With another tug of your arm you were letting go of Guzman and sliding off his lap.  He protested but you didn’t acknowledge him.  He had finished his duty of keeping you warm until Carla rescued you.

In a blur you were weaving through the crowd, wobbling on your heels at the pace Carla was dragging you at, and then climbing the stairs.  Carla opened the first door on your right and pushed you inside.  You immediately recognized it as Guzman’s room.

You stumbled into the large room from the force of Carla’s shove, eventually losing your footing and falling onto the soft carpet.  On all fours, you peeked over your shoulder to see Carla slam the door behind her.

But she didn’t move toward you.  She just watched you, one hand still on the door knob and the other moving to sit on her hip.  Now that you were alone, the look in her eyes was a bit less violent but still intense.  She looked hungrier than ever.

“God, you look so much better on your knees,” she said, her eyes shamelessly devouring you.  “Looking up at me.”  Her lips twitched upward, reminiscent of a smile.  These were the moments she enjoyed the most.

You pushed your hands off the ground and sat back on your knees.  You gathered your hair on your far shoulder, giving Carla a better view of your long neck and devilish eyes.

“But I leave you for one second and you’re out there riding his dick in front of everyone like his little slut,” Carla hissed.  She clicked her tongue against the roof of her mouth a couple times and shook her head disapprovingly, scolding you like a child.

You mocked her attempts to chastise you with a condescending laugh.

“Don’t be jealous that his dick is bigger than yours,” you said, looking over your shoulder to show your shit-eating grin.

She didn’t seem to take your comment lightly as her jaw noticeably clenched and her grip on the door knob tightened.

“I would watch what you say, princesa,” she said, tilting her head.  Even if she was the Marchioness’ daughter, she had always called you royalty.  The title fit you too well.  “Things will only get worse for you later.”

She took a confident stride toward you, enjoying the way your smile slowly diminished.  Images flashed behind your eyes of what “later” could possibly be.

The feeling in your stomach was so strange.  You hated being dominated by anyone, but for some reason, when it was Carla, you felt an uncontrollable pulse between your legs.  You were practically begging her to shut you up.

“I don’t care how big his dick is.  I know he can’t fuck you how you like it,” she said, taking another teasingly slow step.

“That’s not what I was saying last night,” you said, that aggravating smirk returning.  “Actually, it was right here, on his bed.  You should have seen it, Carla.  I was just begging for him to go faster, deeper.”

You imitated yourself, letting your head fall back and rolling your eyes into the back of your skull.  You balled your fists at your sides, gripping onto imaginary sheets.

Carla’s next two strides were quick and put her right behind you.  She dug her nails into your scalp and fisted at your hair, violently pulling your head back even further so you were looking directly up at her looming figure.  You released an involuntary moan at the sudden pain, stretching your hands out behind you to brace yourself.

“I fucking warned you,” she said, her other hand cupping your chin to angle your face even further back.  Your mouth slightly hung open at the sight of her.   “But that mouth of yours gets you into all kinds of trouble.”

“And this mouth,” you started, voice strained by the way your neck was bending backward, “took his whole fucking dick,” you said with a sadistic smile.  "Every inch."

That was the final nail in the coffin, her expression morphing into one of red hot rage

Your hand instinctively flew to the back of your head and a shriek left your lips when she pulled you up by your hair.  She dragged you once more, this time to the bed, and tossed you toward it face first.

You quickly turned onto your back, leaning back on your elbows while Carla stood over you.  She placed her hand on your bare midriff, the skin between your top and waistband, before she climbed onto you, straddling you with her thighs.

Both of her hands quickly moved to wrap around your throat, instantly crushing your windpipe and causing you to drop flat on your back. Her slender fingers felt comfortable there as you wheezed pathetically for air, her nails digging into the skin for good measure.

“Not so tough now, are we?”  She hunched over you, ass up, as she brought her face so close to yours.  She grinned like a maniac.  If someone had walked in right then, they would have thought Carla was trying to kill you.

“You know he showed me all those fucking pictures you sent him,” Carla said, steadying the pressure on your neck.  “The pictures meant for me.  And in that fucking red set.” She scoffed at you, shaking her head.  “You wanna be his cam girl?  His pornstar?”

You threw your head back as your eyes began to roll into your head for real this time.  Pain never felt so good as you felt yourself pooling under your skirt.

“Fine.  Then I’ll treat you like it,” she said, one of her hands leaving your throat to grope your tit through your shirt.  She moved her face downward, leaving a trail of warm breath against your neck, eventually finding your collar bone.  She looked up at your twisted expression as she roughly bit down on your skin, earning a strangled noise from your throat.  She smiled into your flesh before sucking on the spot mercilessly.

It was like torture as she made it a routine, moving her lips downward each time she bit and sucked your skin raw.  You felt the blood rushing to where her teeth gnawed your skin, forming pigmented bruises.  She never tired of hearing the shaky breath you released each time.

When her lips had chased your skin all the way down to the neckline of your top, she was quick to grab the hem with both hands. She pulled the top over your head with your cooperation, leaving you braless and bare beneath her.  She exhaled a long, satisfied sigh.

“All for me, huh?”  Her eyes shifted from your face to your chest and back up again.  Still trying to catch your breath, you couldn’t give her a response.  She sinfully laughed, basking in the sound of muffled music and your relentless heaving, before her lips wrapped around your nipple.

You groaned low when her teeth grazed the sensitive skin, your hands molding into the back of her thighs.  Her other hand mimicked her mouth on your unattended nipple. You knew she always loved twisting, yanking, and rubbing your tits until you squealed and squirmed.

Eventually her mouth moved onto the smooth skin of your breast, marking you up yet again. You rolled your eyes, wondering where this sudden obsession had come from.  She always liked to keep you clean and free of noticeable hickeys.  You didn’t mind the change but you were beginning to grow impatient with the foreplay.  She had given so much attention to your top half you just wished she would give something to your bottom half.

“My god, Carla, could you be any slower? At least he fucked me in the end,” you said in a raspier voice, pulling on the skin of Carla’s thighs.

Carla rolled her eyes back at you, momentarily detaching her mouth from your chest.

“So fucking loud,” she mumbled, speaking more to herself than you.

She wasted no time stripping her hand from your tit and pushing two fingers past your lips and into your mouth.  She was content when her fingers slid in with ease and pushed down your throat.  You didn’t mind sucking on her like a popsicle as she pulled them out and then pushed them a little deeper.  Her lips quirked upward as she absorbed the sight before her.  Each time her fingers disappeared into your head she could feel the spot between her legs heating up.

“Good girl,” she said, gently holding your cheek with her other hand.  She leaned down to give your chin an appreciative kiss.  “Bet he couldn’t go that deep,” she said following a particularly rough thrust.  She chuckled lowly, not breaking eye contact.

She returned to your tits only for a few more seconds before pulling her head back to view the entire, perfect sight of you.  The hickeys were already beginning to darken on your skin leaving you perfectly bruised and battered.  That plus you bobbing on her fingers was a beautiful scene.  One that had to be shared.

She pulled her hand from your mouth tantalizingly slow, allowing the saliva to create sticky strings between your lips and her fingers.  She eyed them curiously, slowing her movements to prolong the strings before they broke.  Then she carelessly rubbed her fingers across your chest and down the valley of your breasts, leaving a visible trail of spit in her wake.

“What a pretty slut,” she said, her eyes devouring you like a piece of meat, enjoying the slightly tired look in your eyes.  She made you feel unusually small.  “I wonder what Guzman would think.”

Without missing a beat, Carla reaches for her back pocket and pulls out her phone.

“Carla,” you whined like a child, turning your head to the side, and burying your cheek into the sheets.  You were never camera shy but this moment of vulnerability was different.  If you had known this was her intention all along then maybe you wouldn’t have let her fuck you up so badly.  No one was ever meant to see you like this.  No one but her.

“Come on, you didn’t have a problem sending him those pictures.  What’s a few more?” she said while petting your cheek.  She held the phone above you, just out of reach, where she could capture the entirety of your bare top half.

She hums in satisfaction watching your sweaty body under the lens.  Your hair is cinematically sprawled across the sheets while the saliva coating your lips, chin, and chest shines under the dim lighting.  Your neck is slightly red from Carla’s ironclad grip and your chest is adorned with darker shades from the excellent work of Carla’s teeth and lips.

“He’s gonna cream his pants when he sees this,” she says, sucking her lips into her mouth.  She was getting a little too anxious looking at you.  “Smile, cariño,” she says, her own grin decorating her face.  She grabs your chin and forces you to look up at her and the camera.  Your eyes are barely open but it doesn’t matter.

She snaps the picture before you can even react.

“Gorgeous,” she says, letting her free hand trail gently down your neck.  She intentionally presses her fingers into a particularly sensitive spot, eliciting a groan from your lips.  “I’m sure he’ll love it.”

“Carla,” you whine once more, throwing your head back in frustration and further imprinting your nails into her thighs.  You hated how much she was ruining your plans.  Guzman was just meant to be a distraction while Carla was supposed to make you cum all over her fingers.  Instead, Carla was slutting you out to Guzman and you were nowhere near cumming.

“Shut up.  You did this to yourself,” she said, her hand gliding past your chest and scratching your stomach.  “You should have never sent him those pictures.”

Both of her hands move to the waistband of your skirt while still clutching the phone.  She’s harsh in the way she rips the skirt down your thighs, creating some friction between the clothing and your skin. She slightly adjusts herself and bends your knees to fully remove it, leaving you in just a pair of lace panties.

She presses her palm against your clothed pussy and only laughs in yet another mockery of your state.

“Good god, you’re just dying to be fucked dumb, huh?” she says, beginning to palm the wetness that seeped through your panties.  She situates herself in between your legs, allowing you to push your knees further outward, helping to aid the aching feeling inside you.  Her sly smile widens, glad to have broken your hard exterior.  “Already spreading your legs?  You’re too easy.”

Her fingers push your panties aside and dip into your soaking pussy.  She refuses to give your clit any attention as she swipes her fingers against your slit.  A throaty sigh pushes its way past your lips, your hands finding solace cupping your tits.

“D’you want me to take this off for you?” she says, tugging at the waistband of your panties.

You hum in agreement, looking up at her through your eyelashes.

“Then ask nicely,” she demands, her eyes straying from your pussy to stare at you expectantly.

You can’t help but groan irritatedly.  She knows how much it hurts your ego to ask nicely for anything, let alone this.  She thrives off making you feel the worst before making you feel your best.  You push away your pride in hopes of feeling that sweet release.

“Please, Carla,” you plead rather dully, breaking eye contact in a forced attempt to get what you want.

“I think you can do better.  Look at me and tell me what you want,” she says, leaning her face down toward yours, forcing you to meet her eyes.  She brushes her thumb against your clit for some encouragement.  It seems to work as you let go of any last bit of dignity and look straight into her.

“Please, Carla, just fuck me.  Take it off and fuck me with your fingers.”

The hidden desperation in your voice clicks something into place.  You swear you see her eyes light up as she instantly obeys, removing your panties in a flash, leaving you completely naked beneath her.  She moans loudly at the sight of your bare pussy, pushing her hair back so she has the perfect view.  You spread your legs a little further, enticing her to reach out and feel you.

She does, now pressing her thumb roughly into your clit, and reveling in the starved noise you make.  She watches the muscles in your face tense as she rubs consistent circles against your clit, enjoying each element of your expression.  All the sucking and biting and teasing had already made you a swollen, soaked mess.  It only made toying with you even more fun.

Carla gradually sped up her slow movements, earning increasingly louder squelches from your pussy and increasingly louder moans from your wet lips.  She could feel her own panties dampening from your distraught noises.

“You even sound like a pornstar.  Fucking whore,” she says, as your hips slightly buck up in pleasure.  “You want me inside of you?”

“Please, please, Carla,” you beg, every sign of the brat you once embodied having faded into oblivion the second she laid fingers on your pussy.  “Fuck, I need you inside of me so bad,” you say in one breath, practically moaning your words.

“Fine,” she says, slowing the rotations on your clit.  You watch her rub your pussy with one hand and hold the phone above you with the other.  She points it directly at your entrance.  “Be a good girl for the camera, okay?”

She doesn’t wait for your response as she slowly begins pushing her finger into your hole.  You can only assume she’s recording as your back arches off the mattress, feeling her slender finger dig so deep inside of you.  The pleasure is almost instant when your pussy consumes her entire finger and you release a guttural moan.

“You say he fucked you but you’re still so god damn tight,” she says, her eyes darting between your pussy and the phone screen, making sure she’s capturing the perfect angle.  Her exaggerated laugh rubs salt in Guzman’s wound. “Hold your legs up, baby.  I want to see all of you,” she says.  You immediately obey, grabbing under both your thighs and pulling your knees up to your chest.  “That’s better.”

Another moan leaves your lips, feeling the stretch more intensely with your legs spread even wider.  She takes it as a sign to pull her finger halfway out and then push it back in, slightly deeper.  She does it agonizingly slow, building a steady wave of pleasure.  She repeats herself, once, twice, three times, pushing in and out of you at a deliberate pace, leaving you a whining mess.  You lose count as you grow impatient, wishing she’d thrust into you like a mad man as she had done many times before.

“Please, Carla, faster,” you beg, opening your eyes to look down at her.  She moves the camera up your body, capturing your raised legs, bouncy tits, and blissed out expression.

“Sorry, what was that?” she teases, smirking behind the phone, forcing you to be louder for the video.  Her attempts to soothe you with her thumb on your clit are futile.

“Faster, fuck me faster, please,” you whine, throwing your head back, hopefully out of view of the camera.

She doesn’t necessarily oblige but she does add a second finger when she pushes into your pussy again.  You moan louder at the slight stretch, your insides twisting into a tight knot.  She curls her fingers delightfully at the end of the thrust, only making the feeling even stronger.

She puts the camera directly over your face.

“Open your eyes, cariño,” she says.  You listen, looking up at the camera, hoping she’ll reward you for following her command.  “Who’s fucking you so good?”

When you don’t respond immediately, she prompts you by driving into you a little harder.

“You,” you instantly moan out, your hips chasing her hand.  You fight the urge to shut your eyes

“Who?”

“You, Carla,” you moan when she curls her fingers sharply, staring into the lens.  When you notice her pick up speed with her thrusts, you begin repeating her name like a prayer, hoping it’s the key word.

“Who makes you feel good inside?”

“Who makes you squirt all over the sheets?”

“Who do you belong to?”

The answer is always “Carla.”

She’s still not fucking you nearly hard enough but it’s faster than how she started.  You feel your pussy throb and her fingers hit the right spot each time.  Your tits are slightly shaking as she increases speed while your spine forms a permanent arch.  You allow yourself to be as loud as possible in hopes of pleasing her, in hopes that she’ll let you cum.  All the while she captures each godly move of your body and her fingers.

But eventually, after what feels like a lifetime, she ends the video.  She throws her phone across the room and smiles down at you.

“The only thing that will be as good as fucking you is seeing his face when he opens this video,” she says, her hands leaving your pussy to cup your face.  She leans down and attacks your lips with a devastatingly smooth and wet kiss, her starved lips moving intensely against yours  You can barely reciprocate with the delicate state that you're in.

You almost start to complain about the emptiness of your pussy, but she suddenly ducks down, hooking her arms under your thighs and burying her face between your legs.

“If I were you, I’d start praying.  Pray to God that I’ll let you cum.”

why am i lowkey feeling guzman and carla threesome??

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[captainshurley]

Baby I'm not alright, but I'm okay (Part 2)

Cash Wheeler x f reader

Previous chapter

"Her name is y/n" he said with a sigh. "Don't make me regret it." - said David.

"I'll try," Dan thought to himself, and went back into the house, where it was already getting hot.

As the times went by people began to slowly leave the hospitable Harwood house.

During the evening y/n had time to meet a few new people. One of them introduced himself to her as Phillip. Most of their conversation, if you could call it that, was about himself and what he thought was right. Generally, the girl doesn't mind that sort of thing, but this particular guy crossed the line between interesting storytelling and nerdiness. Most of the time y/n just made a very interested look and nodded in the right places. He didn't seem to need anything else. He talked and talked and talked. He couldn't stop. At one point, it even felt like he hadn't been able to express what he was thinking to anyone for a long time and so he was saying all this y/n. From time to time, he touched either the girl's shoulder or her arm, but her body's reaction was scalding and very unpleasant goosebumps running from the point of touch all over her body. Phill, he himself had asked to be addressed that way, didn't seem to notice it, or didn't want to notice it.

As for y/n herself, she reasoned that it was better to have this kind of company than to stand around the bar all night alone or annoying her best friend. Occasionally she felt someone's eyes on her, but looking around she couldn't find who was looking at her. Scanning the crowd over Phillip's shoulder to amuse herself in some way, y/n saw the familiar profile of a good-looking guy she'd met just inside the doorway of the house.

To be honest, this guy was totally not her type. He seemed to be too easygoing, flirted a lot with different girls, was often the center of attention. Basically, doing all sorts of things that y/n herself would never do.

"What do you think?" for the first time that evening, Phillip asked the girl's opinion on something.

Y/n was a little confused, because while she was looking at the guy in the center of circle of girls, she had completely stopped listening to what Phill was saying.

What saved y/n from an uncomfortable situation was the phone vibrating in her pocket. The screen lit up with "Captain Kirby".

"Sorry, I have a work call. It was nice chatting" apologized the girl with a polite smile and walked through the people to the exit to the backyard.

"Yes, Captain, I got it. I'll be there. Have a good night" the girl closed her eyes, pressed the end call button and tucked her phone back into her pocket.

"Nuisance call?"

A male voice from behind made y/n jump. She hadn't heard the door to the backyard open or the footsteps behind her.

"Just a work call. Boss called to give an assignment for tomorrow" she turned to face the man who came out and smiled friendly "I'm y/n, by the way. We met when you were out on the street."

"Daniel. Nice to meet you. Saw you bored at the bar until Phill kept you company."

"Yeah... Kind of... And no, I wasn't bored, I just prefer to keep people entertained and I hardly know anyone here except the owners or Phillip" the girl tried to justify herself.

"Well, now you know me too.  And I'd love to keep you company, so you don't get bored." Daniel did his best to be charming and make the girl feel comfortable.

"Oh, don't be, I'll be leaving soon. Got some work tomorrow" tried to refuse the man y/n as gently as possible.

"By the way, what’s your job and how do you know the hosts?" decided Wheeler inquired. David had mentioned that she was Maria's best friend and a friend of Harwood himself, but Wheeler hadn't met her before. Not at parties or at the shows Harwood sometimes invited his friends to. Or he hadn't noticed.

"I work as a police patrolman. David is an acquaintance of my brother's, and we met a long time ago when I stopped by my brother's house. With Maria, we hit it off quickly and got along. What about you? Are you a friend of David's? I thought he mentioned a friend of his named Dan. Wait a minute... That's your portrait on the wooden artwork on the wall next to the bar. You must be that 'friend from work'."

Dan grinned "Yes, I guess it's me. I hope David only said nice things about me." Wheeler rubbed the back of his neck awkwardly. Y/n for some reason made him a little nervous and feel less confident. He definitely likes her. Quite beautiful in appearance, but also very modest and closed off for some reason. Harwood had mentioned earlier that she'd had a rough time lately and maybe that had affected her, Daniel supposed. "You look beautiful, by the way."

The compliment made the girl's face redden, "Thanks. Yeah, sure, just the good stuff. Blood brother and that kind of thing.” She fell silent and hesitated a little “I'm sorry, but I really have to go. Maybe I'll see you somewhere else, Daniel. Have a good night" began the y/n already saying goodbye.

"Wait, give me your phone number? I'll text you tomorrow and maybe we can go out" tried Wheeler and already pulled out his phone, because usually girls gave him their number without much thought.

"Sorry, but no. I have a lot of work and not much free time" again, not for the first time during the evening, y/n felt ashamed for refusing someone, but that's how he thought it would be better, well, or at least at least honest enough. Not to give false hope.

She smiled sweetly at the man one last time and turned around to leave.

Wheeler was amazed at how quickly their conversation ended. Almost every time he left a party either with a girl, or at least a dozen new numbers in his phone of girls who were always willing to keep him company. But not this time. Yes, he had a few phone numbers added to his phone this evening, but this kind of rejection crossed everything. Still in mild surprise, he slowly put the phone in his jeans pocket and hummed. "Looks like an interesting quest. And I'm going to go on it" he thought and went back to the party. He couldn't remember the rest of the evening the next day.

As y/n drove home, the moments of the past party were replaying in her head. And often, it was the last conversation that replayed in her head. In person, Daniel seemed a little different to her, not like he was around the other people at the party. Yes, he was still trying to flirt with her, but he wasn't being too forward. And, unlike Phillip, he wasn't trying to convince her of anything or talk only about himself. I wondered when the real Daniel had been.

Y/n pulled her phone out of her pocket and decided to google her friend. She doesn’t know his last name, but she knew he worked with David, so it was through him that she had to search.

"Cash Wheeler, hah. Current IWGP, AAA and ROH Tag Team Champion alongside with Dax Harwood. Interesting" she thought. There were quite a few pictures on Wheeler's Instagram with blood, lot of photos from backstage, with David, and many other people. A couple of times there were even photos with Phillip with some strange caption under it. Wheeler was smiling in many of them, but he looked rather arrogant. There were also some photos with people she was once shown by her older brother, who was a big fan of wrestling, including Japanese wrestling. Last year, Daniel even posted a picture of him apparently messing up a football field in Jacksonville, Florida with friends. On Twitter, Wheeler was constantly getting into conflicts with fans. Y/n snorted unhappily at what she saw in front of her. Arrogant, testy, scandalous and clearly loves to grab the attention of the people around him. Gross.

She had read a couple articles and she thought Daniel was a much more interesting and more serious person than he showed himself to others. But maybe he's trying to create a nicer public image of himself this way. Y/n had no way of knowing when Daniel was showing his true colors.

Next chapter

[muteshortgirl]

How They Cuddle

Suzune Horikita-

The Cuddle Initiation: Suzune, usually stoic and composed, takes a subtle and gentle approach to initiate cuddling. She might start by sitting closer to Y/n, leaning into their side, or resting her head on their shoulder. This initial proximity establishes a sense of comfort and intimacy between them.

The Perfect Timing: Suzune, being highly observant, chooses the perfect moments to initiate cuddling. She pays attention to Y/n's body language, emotional state, and the environment around them. When she senses that Y/n is feeling particularly tired, stressed, or in need of comfort, she takes the opportunity to offer her cuddles.

The Warmth of her Embrace: When Suzune fully embraces Y/n, her usual reserved demeanor melts away. She wraps her arms around them in a protective and comforting manner. Suzune's touch is soft yet firm, conveying a sense of security and reassurance. She may even rest her head against Y/n's chest, listening to their heartbeat while finding solace in their presence.

The Gentle Caresses: As they cuddle, Suzune occasionally runs her fingers through Y/n's hair or lightly traces circles on their back, providing soothing sensations. These gestures demonstrate her affection and care for Y/n. It's her way of silently expressing that she is there for them and that they can rely on her.

The Unspoken Communication: During their cuddling sessions, Suzune might not engage in much verbal communication. Instead, she relies on the power of physical touch to convey her emotions. The silence between them is comfortable, and their connection deepens as they bask in the warmth of their shared embrace.

The Aftermath: After a cuddling session with Y/n, Suzune might display a slight blush or a subtle smile, indicating her contentment and the genuine happiness she derives from being close to them. Despite her logical nature, she recognizes the value of these intimate moments and cherishes the bond they share.

Arisu Sakayanagi-

The Setting: Arisu sets up a cozy and serene environment for cuddling. She arranges soft blankets and fluffy pillows on a comfortable couch or a large, plush bed. Dimmed lights and calming music create a soothing ambiance.

Arisu's Approach: Arisu approaches Y/n with a gentle smile, her eyes sparkling with warmth. She takes their hand and leads them to the cuddling spot, ensuring they feel safe and cherished.

Embracing Y/n: Arisu's embrace is delicate yet reassuring. She wraps her arms around Y/n, drawing them close to her chest. Her touch is soft and comforting, as she rests her head on Y/n’s chest.

Stroking Their Hair: Arisu runs her fingers through Y/n's hair, slowly and tenderly. Her touch is soothing, as she rhythmically strokes their hair, paying attention to their comfort and enjoyment.

Whispering Affectionate Words: Arisu softly whispers sweet, affectionate words into Y/n's ear. She expresses her feelings, letting Y/n know how important they are to her. Her words are filled with sincerity and warmth, creating a sense of security and intimacy.

Sharing Quiet Moments: Arisu values the tranquility of the moment, allowing the silence to embrace them. She savors the presence of Y/n, relishing in their closeness without the need for words. They can simply be together, basking in the serenity of the cuddling session.

Offering Support: If Y/n feels comfortable sharing their worries or concerns, Arisu listens attentively and provides gentle guidance. She offers reassurance and understanding, emphasizing that they can lean on her for support.

Affectionate Gestures: Arisu occasionally places tender kisses on Y/n's forehead or temple, symbolizing her affection and care. These simple acts serve as a reminder of the deep bond they share.

Length of Cuddling: Arisu is considerate of Y/n's preferences and needs. Whether they prefer shorter cuddling sessions or desire extended periods of warmth and closeness, Arisu accommodates their wishes and adjusts accordingly.

After-Cuddle Care: Once the cuddling session comes to an end, Arisu ensures Y/n feels content and relaxed. She might offer them a warm beverage or suggest engaging in a calming activity together, fostering a sense of togetherness even beyond the cuddling experience.

[magicalbuttertarts]

AEW Masterlist

Christmas 2024

This has not been proofread. Please enjoy though.

Warnings: nothing. Just a bit short.

WC: 273

©️ magicalbuttertarts 2024: do not repost or translate my work. This is the only place I post my work.

Christmas light divider made by: @strangergraphics

You sat on the bar stool, that was in the middle of your kitchen as you watched Willow dance around the kitchen, gathering up all the ingredients to make Christmas cookies.

The music was playing in the background.

NSYNC's Merry Christmas and Happy Holiday's was playing, and Willow was singing along as you tried to wake up.

"Willow, I love you but isn't it a bit early to be up?" You groaned as you looked at the time on your stove, 6:12 am.

"Yes it is, and it is my fault that I am starting this last minute but I did promise and bunch of friends I would bring them cookies."

She gave you a smile and you wanted to be mad at her for promising that, but you couldn't be.

Not when she is actually home and doing what she loves.

"Well, just tell me what I need to do, and I will make it."

As each batch of the M&M Christmas cookies were made, you slowly woke up, finally joining in on the singing of Rockin’ Around the Christmas Tree.

"I think that is the last batch." Willow said as she pulled out the final tray.

You breathed a sigh of relief, but knew that it was time to clean up.

"Willow?" You said her name, as you were washing the wooden spoon that she didn't allow in the dishwasher.

"Yes?"

"Promise me next time you will do these a few days ahead and freeze them instead of us waking up at the crack of dawn the day of?"

Willow kissed your cheek, promising she would do just that.

♥︎

Rhea Ripley ♥︎ Wardlow

Christmas Cookie Recipe here

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[bumblesimagines]

you don't have to leave, you know.

stay the night tonight.

Ivan Carvalho

you don't have to leave, you know.

stay the night tonight.

Pronouns:

Stepping out of the shower, (Y/N) rolled his shoulders and wrapped the towel around himself, running a hand over his dripping face as he opened the bathroom door and stepped out into the bedroom. Ivan remained in bed, curled up amongst the covers and blankets with his face half buried in a pillow. He cracked open his eye and smiled at the sight of him, raising his head and rolling himself over onto his back. 

"You should take a shower. Maybe change the sheets, too." (Y/N) advised, separating his scattered clothes from Ivan's and tossing them on the bed until he located his briefs. 

"Mm... you don't have to leave, you know." He said softly, pushing himself up and crossing to the other side of the bed to grab hold of (Y/N)'s wrist, gently pulling it toward him and brushing his lips over his knuckles. (Y/N) stretched out his fingers, brushing them along his cheek and feeling him lean into his touch. "Stay the night tonight. We can have whatever you want for breakfast and go to school together." 

"Ivan..." (Y/N) sighed softly. "You know we can't do that. I like you, Ivan. You're a sweet guy. But... I really don't want you or anyone else getting the wrong idea. We're friends, and sometimes we sleep together. That's it." 

"Friends have sleepovers all the time." Ivan pointed out with a cheeky grin. 

"What are we? Six year olds?"

"Come on, (Y/N)," Ivan groaned softly, moving onto his knees to be at eye level with him, his hands coming to rest on the sides of his neck and draw him in. Ivan pressed their lips together, fingertips digging into his skin lightly. "I can make it worth your time." He promised with a twinkle in his eyes. (Y/N) bit the inside of his cheek and rolled his eyes. 

"Fine. Just this once though."

[bullet-clubs-bitch]

I’ll play with you sir 🧎🏼‍♀️🧎🏼‍♀️🧎🏼‍♀️

[kitkat238984]

Stupid Cupid

Summary: Only your dear friend, Dante, would be the one to get so tired of your obliviousness to one another's love that he'd force you both to go on a blind date.

And how do you two return the favour? Well, it's an eye for an eye, right?

Notes: This one's not all that good to be honest.

5426 words.

“Y/N”. 

You glanced up from your phone at the clean-cut man with brown curled hair and a neat goatee sat under his chin. You raised an expecting eyebrow at Dante who leaned his weight on his hands against the table you were sitting at, leaning over and towering over you. 

“Can I help you?” you asked, ending the tense silence. 

“Tyler likes you”.  

Not this again. 

You sighed and went back to scrolling through Instagram. 

“No, he doesn’t”. 

“How would you know that?” 

“I just do”. 

It was his turn to sigh and drop his head, deciding to sit down on the chair opposite you. He knew there was no use in convincing you - he’d tried countless times - yet he still thought that maybe one day you’ll be all like “Oh my god, really? I’m going to give Tyler a biiiiig kiss!” 

At first he made little comments like “stop flirting, you two” whenever you both were laughing at something and simply having fun. 

Then it was the suggestive winks and nudges which were attempts to direct your attention to one another in a more romantic light (which was obviously to no use). 

He once made a remark about how you never date anyone or ever have a boyfriend and you promptly came out saying, “It’s hard to date when I’m head over heels for Tyler”. You’d responded so casually that the Martin brother had almost laughed it off, but he quickly realised what you'd just admitted to. 

Why weren’t you embarrassed? Was it sarcasm? You didn’t acknowledge your response at all, not even a single movement to indicate how you were feeling. 

This all led him to that moment. The moment where he spent every waking hour tormented having to watch the both of you as clueless and ignorant as the other, like children lost at the grocery store looking for your parents. 

“Why don’t you just ask him?” he asked for maybe the fourth or fifth time this week. 

“Nah I’m good”. 

Of course that was your response. Of course you acted like you didn’t care. Of course you wouldn’t be willing to even take a chance, to believe one of her friends, one of Hook’s closest friends. He considered giving up, but for some reason he felt like he was their cupid, the one to shoot the arrow for two of his very good friends. 

“Alright then”, he replied. 

You expected Dante to declare that the end of his attempt to make a fool out of you, however, he still hadn’t left the table and continued to stare at you, almost trying to study you. 

Feeling the eyes piercing into you, you looked up from your phone again, them not having left the screen for the whole encounter. 

“I don’t mean to be rude, but when are you going to stop?” you asked, tired of being asked the same questions religiously. 

“Stop what?” 

“Trying to make me and Tyler a thing”. 

Dante rolled his eyes and shook his head in comprehension. Did you even hear yourself? 

“When you both realise you’re in love with each other”. 

“How many times do I have to tell you? It’ll never happen. He’s not interested”. 

You wanted to enjoy your lunch in peace and apparently that wasn’t going to happen here so you stood up and started collecting your things. He never meant to annoy you; he wanted quite the opposite, trying to make you happy with the person you’d liked for so long, but the frustration from not being able to get through to you was starting to drive him crazy. 

“I give up. I can’t do this anymore. I just can’t with you. You’re impossible!” 

You gaped at the hypocrisy, taking offence. 

It was true. You had a uh… shy liking towards the hooded man who mostly kept to himself, ‘shy liking’ being a major understatement. You were very good friends… that’s all… and that was your problem. You didn’t let it get the better of you hence why you constantly brushed it off whenever Dante brought up the subject. It was easier to ignore the feelings and let everyone live their happy single lives than pine over a stupid boy like some teenage girl. 

“I’m impossible?! Try talking to a guy who’s never shown any interest in you and then have another friend insist that he’s crazy for you”. 

You turned your back to him and walked out of the catering room in an attempt to find a more private space to finish your lunch. 

So that ‘s what the problem was, huh? Hook just wasn’t showing enough interest in you. 

Dante sat there, head in hands, desperately trying to think of his next approach. He knew he should stop pestering you because he didn’t want to damage the friendship you’d made over the years, but he was way too committed to the whole stupid cupid act to give up then. 

He’d have to speak to Hook. 

— 

“Y/N likes you”. 

Similar to how you were before, Tyler was hunched over his manspread legs, staring at his phone, his posture and hoodie being his only recognisable properties as his face was almost completely hidden by his hood. 

“Yeah, right”, he replied, eyes not leaving his phone. He, too, had experienced countless of Dante’s naggings. 

Dante - who was standing directly in front of him - crossed his arms and readjusted his footing, knowing this conversation would be as hopeless as all the others. 

“What makes you think that she doesn’t?” 

“She likes Ethan Page”. 

Wha…? Where the hell did that come from? 

He was quick to respond. “She doesn’t even talk to Ethan Page”. 

“All the women here like Ethan Page”. 

“...alright then”. 

As quickly as the conversation had started, Dante Martin walked away, unable to understand what exactly had just happened. 

Had she ever even spoken to Ethan Page? 

He got to the end of the hall and stopped dead in his tracks, finally realising that Hook had just been trying to cause confusion so he’d leave. Great. Very clever. 

He twisted his head to glance at his friend who was looking back at him, a smirk spread across his face which turned into a snicker as he went back to concentrate on whatever was on his phone. 

This would take a lot more effort than he was currently putting in. If he really wanted his two friends to be happy, he would have to be a lot smarter than simply telling them the truth. Apparently, honesty was not as reliable as it should be. 

— 

You were inside the locker room, doing some quick stretches before your upcoming match, Dante standing a few feet in front of you, but this time not to convince you of Tyler’s feelings, strangely. 

“I’m not going”, you said straight. 

“It’s only a little blind date. My treat. It’ll help you get your mind off Tyler”. 

He knew he was pushing his luck asking you to agree to go on a date with a complete stranger, but it was vital for her to accept for his dastardly plan to go ahead. 

“I don’t need help, but I do need to go to my match”. 

You attempted to pass him but he swooped his body in front of yours at the last second second, preventing you from leaving. You could have sworn this was classed as harassment. 

“Just one date tomorrow. If you’re still not happy after twenty minutes then text me and I’ll call you pretending there’s an emergency so you can leave”. 

You really did not want to go out on a date as there simply wasn’t any time for it in your schedule. Didn’t he know you had a very successful wrestling career to keep up? Perhaps if you had more time to think about it, you would have come to understand that Dante was hiding some sort of trick up his sleeve, however, in a rush to get to your match which was starting in 15 minutes, your brain took in every word at face value. 

“Ugh fine. One date. But I swear, if I turn up and he’s holding a bouquet of red roses and uses the words ‘ladies first’, I’m doing a 180 and sprinting out of there”. 

His lips turned into a victorious smile. “You won’t be disappointed”. 

Now it was Hook’s turn. 

— 

Hook would be easy to convince. Dante knew exactly what would sway him. 

“Heeeyyy how about a date tomorrow night?” 

Hook was taken aback by the question and stared with a shocked look plastered over his face. 

“No no no!” Dante scrounged for a clarification. “Not with me, dude. With a girl I know. It might make you feel better”. 

The questioning look he once gave had now been shaken off. “Fuck that”. 

“Come on, I’m paying for the whole thing. And if you don’t like it I’ll take you to a strip club and pay for everything”. 

Hook considered his options very briefly. A blind date that could potentially turn into love, and if that fails, he gets a chick’s ass to make the ‘heartbreak’ all better. Works either way. 

“When and where?” 

Dante mentally smirked in deviousness and satisfaction. He knew he had won. 

— 

You only had thirty minutes to get yourself ready for your date, so heavy makeup wasn’t exactly an option like it usually would be for going out. You chose to wear a F/C satin mini dress that hugged your waist, kept up with stringed straps that tied on the top of your shoulders. You decided to show yourself off a little and not take the modesty approach you normally take with your baggy hoodies and leggings you wear around backstage. 

Your date would be in for a treat, that was for sure. 

You took a taxi to the restaurant Dante told you to be at and sprayed yourself with perfume a couple of times and made sure you looked presentable before opening the door to the place. You might as well try and make some sort of an effort. 

You knew that you weren’t meant to be excited about this date - and honestly, you weren’t all that much - but you thought about what Dante had told you about trying to get over Hook. Maybe it was time you got yourself out there and date someone because your chances with him weren’t exactly looking good. 

“Hi, I’m Y/N L/N. I’m supposed to be meeting someone”, you told the lady who greeted you. 

“Of course. Someone’s already paying for your dinner tonight, correct?” 

You nod. “Right this way”. 

You weaved around tables of seemingly happy couples (you didn’t know about their personal problems) and past booths of families with rowdy children until you were stopped at one of the tables for two. 

Your eyes travelled from their chest that leaned forward into the table and his elbows resting on the surface, to the ties of their light grey hoodie, one being twiddled with his fingers. Then you saw the sharp, well-defined jawline that had quietly driven you crazy for the past 3 years. Your eyes finally reached his cold ones that peered into your own. 

He must’ve been as surprised as you were. 

You thanked the lady and sat down opposite to Hook, who swiftly scanned your body before it was hidden by the table. With any luck, he’d be able to get a closer look later. He figured it was best if he didn’t mention that he could’ve gone to a strip club, not wanting to put you off, and ultimately preferring the date over anything else. 

“This…” you began. “...is definitely not what I expected”. 

“Can’t say I’m complaining”, Tyler said, glancing at the only part of the dress visible to him which just so happened to be where your breasts were. Coincidence? Could have been, but probably not. 

“Did you know about this?” You ignored the butterflies that flew in your stomach caused by his teasing and leaned into the table slightly as to whisper your question. It wouldn’t have made a difference, of course, as no one around you would have cared why you were here. 

“No. Dante told me to come here for a blind date”. 

Dante, you sneaky prick. 

“He said the same to me!” You avoided the few strange looks that were shot across to you for raising your voice. “So uhh what now?” 

You tried to cover the blush that had risen in your cheeks with a hand, having no knowledge whether it was actually effective or not. 

“Make the most of a free dinner I guess”, Tyler chuckled, making you feel a lot more comfortable about the situation. “You’d better be hungry because we’re going for the most expensive of everything. Let’s bleed him dry”. 

You thought it was hilarious that Hook wanted to take advantage of Dante’s good deed, even if it was plastered in deceit. You wanted to believe he was joking about ordering the most expensive options, but you wouldn’t put it past the man to take the opportunity for the upper hand, and you certainly wouldn’t say no to a good meal. 

“I can get behind that”, you took a look at the menu, immediately spotting your choice of weapon. “I think the seventy dollar steak has my name written all over it”. 

“That’s the spirit”. Your eyes met in sync and you found yourselves unintentionally exchanging smirks. 

“Seriously, though. What steak is that expensive?” 

“Good ones”. 

“It better be”. 

Throughout the night, the two of you - not only having drained your friend’s bank account - had more fun than either ever had before or could ever imagine. You somehow ended up playing footsies under the table and the occasional knee collided with the roof of it, resulting in some snobby couple next to you giving you both disgusted looks, glancing at your legs. They must have thought you were trying to pull off some Fifty Shades Of Grey shit. 

You decided to order a sharing dessert platter which was a lot more romantic and cliche than you’d anticipated, which was bizarre for you because you absolutely despised all of the date cliches. They just made you cringe and they got boring after experiencing the same things time and time again. 

And why was this time different? Because you were with Hook. You were with Tyler. You knew him and you knew he didn’t give a crap about giving you a bunch of flowers or trying to please you by being someone he’s not. All he cared about was that he was happy, you were happy, and you both were having a great time. That’s all you needed. 

After eating one of the chocolate dipped waffle pieces and stopping yourself from moaning in delight at the amazing mouthgasm it gave you, Tyler sent you an amused look. 

“What is it?” you asked, licking the chocolate that dripped onto your fingers because you didn’t bother trying to act classy by using one of the skewers. Elegance was overrated. 

“You have chocolate all around your mouth”. 

You immediately began to lick your lips, imagining how much of a child you must have looked. 

“It’s still everywhere”, he snickered at your frustrated face as you tried to lick it all away. How much chocolate could be on your face anyway? 

You gave up and reached to grab a napkin when Hook’s hand grabbed your wrist so you couldn’t lift it to your mouth. The entire time, practically peering into your soul. 

“What are you doing?” you asked him. 

“What would you do if I licked the rest of the chocolate off so you don’t have to?” 

You felt your heart thump and you felt it might leap out of your chest, the inflamed feeling of the skin contact on your wrist rapidly circulating around your entire body. 

“Didn’t take you to be a guy who’s into food play”. You enjoyed teasing him. He let out yet another low chuckle and released your wrist, you instinctively rubbing the area he was holding, only now realising how tight his grip was and how much you enjoyed it. 

“Here”, he said whilst grabbing the napkin you were originally reaching for and wiping the chocolate you’d missed around your mouth. It was sweet. Cliche but sweet. 

After finishing your meals, you decided to share a taxi to the hotel you were both staying at, and spent the entire five minute journey talking about how blind you both had been. 

“So basically, you’re so cool that I mistook it for you simply not being interested in me?” you asked, finally realising where you’d gone wrong all this time. 

“If that’s how you want to see it. I always knew you had a thing for me”. 

“Oh fuck off”, you laughed off, playfully nudging his arm. “You were as oblivious as I was”. 

“Maybe. But you didn’t make it easy”. 

“I didn’t make it easy? Maybe if you’d looked at me every once in a while then you would’ve seen me looking back”. 

Tyler set a small smile and wrapped an arm around your middle, pulling you closer, his hand fitting perfectly in the crescent of your waist.  

Screw seatbelts, right? 

“It doesn’t matter now”, he told you. “And we can thank Dante for that of all people”. 

You did feel a little guilty for not believing Dante for all the times he told you that Hook was into you, which sounded like you were back in high school and your friends were gossiping about their latest crush that were ‘totally into them’ - except they weren’t. 

“We’re getting revenge on him, right?” you ask. 

“Oh, yeah, baby. No doubt”. 

— 

Dante was thrilled that you hadn’t messaged him to get you out of the date with Hook - not that he thought you would once you’d seen who your blind date was. So when Collision came about, he was ready to tease you both and gloat at how right he’d been all along. 

The first person he crossed paths with was Hook who was sitting on the steps that led to the backstage entrance to the elevated seating. As per usual, he had his earpods in and was snacking on a bag of chips. He’d probably benefit from going outside once in a while. 

He looked to see who had sat next to him, tilting his head upon greeting his friend, Hook’s mind going over the plan you and him had formed at the door of your hotel room before you uh… got to know each other a little more than you already did. 

“So…”, Dante began with a sly grin formed upon his face. “Did you like her?” 

Hook looked away, scrunching his face in the process. “She was alright I guess. A bit awkward. Personally, not my type”. 

Dante’s face dropped, all previous hope completely drained away. 

How? He was fucking in love with her the other day. What the hell happened? 

“But you said you liked her”. 

Hook’s face twisted in confusion. “When did I say that? I’d never even met her”. 

Oh no. Oh shit. This can’t be happening.  

With a long sigh, Dante’s hands covered and rubbed at his face, hoping that what he thought might have happened, didn’t. 

“Please say we’re both talking about Y/N”. 

“Y/N? No. The woman you set me up with. What was her name again? Dalia or Delia or something like that”. 

An frustrated groan left Dante’s throat and he leaned back, ignoring the jabbing feeling in his back from the stairs. 

“I set you up with Y/N, man. What the fuck happened?” He wasn’t shouting, but there was a clear element of bitterness behind his words. 

“I wish it was Y/N. At least then my date wouldn’t have tried to call the cops”. 

Dante didn’t think his face could fall anymore, yet somehow he managed it. He was speechless. As much as he wished he could get up and leave, pretending none of this happened, he needed to know more. 

“Tell me. What. Happened”. 

Hook was unfazed by the irritation in his friend’s voice, and he casually continued eating his chips whilst retelling his version of the night’s events. 

“Well, you see…”, he started, shuffling to make himself more comfortable. “The waitress took me to the table and I was there for like five minutes, man, and she didn’t turn up”. 

Dante rolled his eyes at his impatience but continued to listen to his story. 

“So like I turned around and saw a woman sitting at a table by herself so I must’ve been at the wrong table, and I went over to her, tried my best to be the gentleman I am but she was like… being a bitch”. 

Yeeeaaahhh Dante didn’t believe that for a second. Hook being a gentleman? Some woman being a bitch for no reason? He wasn’t buying it. 

…what did he do to that poor woman? 

“And what exactly did you say to this woman?” 

“Literally all I said was ‘this is awkward’ and she agreed, asked what I was doing and said her husband would be back any minute. Like, I swear she was alone the entire time I was in the restaurant. If she didn’t want to date me, she should’ve just said rather than coming up with some stupid fucking excuse like she didn’t know who I was”. 

There was no way this was actually happening. He wasn’t this stupid… was he? 

Dante wasn’t actually sure on that one. He knew he was a quiet, furtive man who usually kept to himself, and that he was incompetent enough to not realise how infatuated you were with him, but was it really that bad that he would harass a random woman in a crowded restaurant? Probably. 

“Oh and the whole time I was there? No sign of any husband. Fucking lame excuse”. 

Dante rubbed the corners of his eyes hoping he’d wake up from this strange dream he hoped he was having. 

“So you left after that, right?” he asked. 

“Sort of. After I tried to kiss her”. 

The relieved sigh midway through was cut short and Dante thought he might have forgotten how to breathe, but sucked in a breath whilst shaking with anger. 

“Why the hell would you try to kiss her if she said she wasn’t interested?!”

“Her story was bullshit, man! I thought she was playing hard to get but she tried to slap me”. 

“Tried?” 

“Obviously I wasn’t going to take that shit. Bitch was crazy. Where’d you even get her?” 

Dante ignored his question - baffled by the complexity of the situation - and asked one of his own. 

“And you didn’t see anyone there you knew?” 

“Nah, man”. 

“Got it”. 

He now had a new mission - to find you and ask why you’d bailed out on the date. Hook’s story was far too in detail to be made up, and - in hindsight - he should have expected you to not turn up to the restaurant without any warning. 

He didn’t turn back when Hook asked where he was going. He kept walking at his fast pace until he saw you outside the locker rooms, chatting to Anna Jay about God knows what. 

He didn’t care. He didn’t care what you were talking about or even if either of you were talking when he walked right up to you and asked, “Why didn’t you go on the blind date?” 

You shot him a look of shock and confusion causing Anna Jay to leave the both of you alone, much to your dismay. 

“What are you talking about? I did and he didn’t show”. You crossed your arms and leant against the wall behind you, not thrilled at his interruption. 

“That’s not possible because the person I set you up with was there and said that you never showed”. 

“Well then we must have missed each other because I was there for ten minutes and he didn’t come”. 

Dante felt dizzy with the number of times he’d rolled his eyes that day. You and Hook were just as impatient as the other, not bothering to wait a minute longer before declaring the unlikely as fact. 

“What, so you just left after that then? Was that it? You didn’t even call me to tell me he wasn’t there?” 

“Hey, I was going to wait. Ain’t no way was I going to skip out on dinner. I just got… distracted”. 

Dante narrowed his eyes in suspicion. He could tell by the way you bit your lip and averted your eyes that you were hiding something. 

“Distracted how?” he asked, slowly. You struggled to hide the smirk that begged to show on your face. You were relishing in the thought of lying through the skin of your teeth to him. 

“I may or may not have been given a few… suggestive glances from a man a few tables along from mine, and I may or may not have met him in the restroom, and I may or may not have let him do me in front of the mirror… turns out he was married… ” 

This was far worse than what Dante could have imagined, especially after the harassment story he got from Hook before coming here to find you. The both of you were going to get the biggest scolding of your lives and he planned to end the tension between you there and now. 

“You had sex with a married man?” You nodded. “Did his wife not try to find him?” 

“No. We were gone for like twenty minutes and I don’t even think she got up from the table”. 

“But I would’ve thought you of all people wouldn’t stoop to such-” 

Dante’s thoughts stopped him in his tracks and all the pieces of the puzzle very quickly came together. 

The woman with the missing husband. The harassment. The married man with you for a while. It all made sense now. You must have entered the restaurant first, went to the back with the man, then Hook arrived and bothered the woman so she didn’t have an opportunity to look for her husband, and because he was with you, Hook thought she was lying. 

In a twisted way, Dante was satisfied that he managed to solve the mystery like Sherlock Holmes as he now understood where you’d both gone wrong and could empathise slightly with both predicaments. That wasn’t to say he wasn’t utterly infuriated. After all, you were thick as shit and somehow slipped out of each other’s arms once again by some coincidence, but he could work with that now. 

Without another word, Dante grabbed ahold of your wrist and began dragging you through the twists and turns of the backstage area, dodging and weaving through the many people rushing to get things ready before showtime. He was focused on his mission like Tom Cruise. He’d acquire many characters trying to pair the two of you together apparently. 

You, however, could only think back to that mind-melting moment two nights ago when Tyler had grasped the exact wrist being held now. It was nothing like the grip that gave you that tingly feeling throughout your body, but you could still imagine. 

You were pulled into one of the large entry hallways and came to register Dante’s plan when you caught a glimpse of the very person you had just been thinking about sitting on the steps. 

So antisocial. 

You let out a small yelp when flung in the direction of Hook, but you managed to catch yourself on the railing. Hook, now noticing the both of you, sent out sceptical looks before putting his stuff on the step next to him and pushing himself up to stand beside you. 

“Alright”, Dante led, glancing back and forth between you both. “I didn’t think it would come to this, but now we have to talk about how you destroyed some happy couple’s marriage”. 

You expertly acted like you didn’t know what he was talking about just so he could keep going to see how long you’d be able to carry the lie out for. Oh, how pleased you were. 

“I set this blind date up for the two of you and the fact that you by some means ruined a nice relationship instead and not see how smitten you are for one another is beyond my comprehension. You’re both insufferable”. 

“It couldn’t have been that good of a marriage if he was willing to have sex with me”, you chimed in. Why not make it a little worse? 

He continued to rant about his own struggles and how he’s tried to help this entire time but neither of you care blah blah blah. In all honesty, you forgot he was talking a few seconds into his rambling. 

You felt a touch on the small of your back before curling around your waist like it had done in the taxi and you turned your head, making instant eye contact with Tyler who you’d been texting non-stop since that night. You weren’t officially official by any means, but you could tell you were only a few intimate moments away from it finally happening. You did things that night. Beautiful, magical things. 

You reciprocated his affection with your head resting on his shoulder, Dante not having caught on to you as he was too busy pacing back and forth, ranting about how bad he felt for the ‘married couple’ you destroyed. 

“This was worth it”, you whispered close to Tyler’s ear. He didn’t meet your gaze but he did break into a small smile. 

“This was only meant to be a little matchmaking. How could it go so horribly wrong?” Dante finally turned his attention to yours and Hook’s close proximity. “And here I am freaking out because you’ve fucked up and you can’t even keep your hands off each other… oh… you’re messing with me, aren’t you?” 

You gave him a wide smile and nodded, making yourself more comfortable against Hook’s side. 

This time when Dante’s face dropped for the millionth time (it had practically fallen on the floor now), it was in shame, disbelief that he actually fell for your lies. It made no sense. He helped you get together and that’s how you repay him? In that moment, he finally accepted that there was no way he would ever understand the way you both functioned. 

Hook, taking advantage of the stand-still the three of you were in, slipped his arm away from your waist and intimidatingly strutted toward the Top Flight guy, coming almost nose-to-nose with him. You all knew he was joking when he fisted the top of Dante’s hoodie and said in a low grunt, “Next time you try and fuck with me or Y/N, we can take this to the ring. Understood?” 

Oh, that was hot. 

You heard the Brooklyn accent in his threat and it drove you crazy; you were melting at his feet with how flustered you were. 

“Yeah yeah I get it, man. Don’t worry”, he replied, brushing off his hand. “I’m just happy my plan worked”. 

“I’d apologise to you but you did meddle in something that you shouldn’t have”, you told him, pleased you were able to get your own back on him. 

“It was either that or wait for you both to get stupidly drunk to confess”. 

You squinted and shared a similar look with Tyler. “Actually, I would’ve preferred that”. 

Hook nodded in agreement. “Yeah, I probably would’ve been down for that”. 

“Why, though? You know what? It doesn’t matter. I won”. He raised his hands in the air and turned to walk out the door before you could say anything more. 

In the doorway, Dante thought he might try and edge another word in there and give you a smug ‘your welcome’, but when he turned toward where you two were standing he uh… decided otherwise and gave you some privacy instead. 

…

…

…

…you guys were already having a heated make out session. 

He wasn’t exactly about to interrupt that. He got people together, not watch them thrive. 

Strolling through the ins and outs of backstage, Dante felt sort of lost, like his only source of entertainment whilst waiting for a match or an interview was gone. Who would he set up now? 

Then he saw her. 

“Hey, Kris!” he called, receiving a warm smile in return. “How do you feel about a certain Orange?” 

THE END. 

[thecordelialetters]

The Bionic and the Ballerina Pt.4

wc:1,994

Chase Davenport x fem!reader

warning: suggestive prompts, sexual tension.

“You have bewitched me, body and soul.” -Mr. Darcy

Pt1 Pt2 Pt3

Days had passed since the "I love you" incident, and Chase avoided you like the plague. Each time you tried to talk to him, he'd run away. Even in class, he would move seats when you tried to sit next to him. You even tried to enlist the help of Adam, Bree, and Leo with no such luck. You looked at the missing seat at your lunch table as if it were calling to your guilt. Feeling tired of beating around the bush, you slammed your hands on the table, alerting your friends. "Okay, guys, I can't do this anymore. Chase can't keep avoiding me." Adam laughed. Well, what he did was super embarrassing. I'm surprised he's still at this school!" You glared at the tall boy. Out of the corner of your eye, you saw a familiar blue plaid shirt and rushed from your seat out the door. "Chase! Wait please!" The minute you called his name he was running. You followed, sprinting past every student carelessly bumping into a few. You finally caught up to him and threw yourself against him, gripping his elbow and pinching his skin. "Ouch!" He yelled while rubbing his arm. You breathed out heavily, "I'm sorry but Chase you need to talk to me. We need to talk about what happened."

He rolled his eyes, "Nothing happened I made a mistake, I was overwhelmed by the dance and the music I just blurted it out." Unable to hide your disappointment the scowl on Chase's face wiped completely off. You turned your gaze to your shoes and sighed. "Look Chase, If that...kiss meant nothing to you that's fine. But it meant something to me. I don't just get involved with anyone." Your throat started to feel tight. Chase motioned to speak but you held your hand out, "I really like...I really liked you." Trying to keep your composure you turned and ran away weaving through people. You could hear Chase call after you but to be honest you weren't in a talking mood anymore.

Bree called you that night to talk about what happened. "Oh (y/n) he's just an idiot boy. An idiot that really likes you, that can't shut up about you half the time." Currently, half a pint down of strawberry and cheesecake ice cream you stuffed the spoon in and wiped the tears from your eyes. "Then why did he say that to me?" You frowned at the memory of Chase basically rejecting you. "You know guys say stupid things when they don't think. He was just nervous about being rejected by you." Bree sighed before continuing, "Look, you're a solid 10, and anyone would be lucky to even get close to you. He's just a dork with no experience with girls, and as terrible as it sounds, he probably feared rejection so much that he wanted to end things first." Bree knew Chase messed up, in the back of her mind she was a little happy thinking she could have you back. The way you made her feel made her...question some things. She shook her head at the thought, Chase liked you first, it was only fair. "Look, we're going to the beach tomorrow, come." You hesitated, "I don't know if he wants me there..." "He will trust me. And if not at least this is the chance to show him what he's missing." She countered. You thought for a moment before looking at your closet and picking out a little piece you haven't worn in a while. "You're right, I won't let him ruin my fun. I'll see you tomorrow!" She squealed with excitement.

You were walking on the boardwalk waiting for Bree when you noticed caramel brown hair in the distance. Excited to see your friend you ran over giving her a hug. "Bree! Im so excited this is going to be so fun." She gave you a once over. You were wearing a black string bikini top that was a size too small emphasizing your chest as your tanned skin glistened in the summer heat. On the bottom, you wore short jean shorts that were definitely not past your fingertips. Bree brazenly drooled, "Damn girl...Uh Chase will not be able to take his eyes off you." You lowered your sunglasses and winked at the girl, "Just as planned." Next thing you know Leo comes swaggering next to you, "Hey baby how you doing?" You deadpanned and turned to him, "Leo...it's me (y/n)."

He jumped back, "(y/n) damn look at you. Wait till-" He was cut off by someone shouting your name. Adam with a goofy grin on his face walked up with Chase trailing behind.

Chase turned to look at you, begging his eyes to stop trailing down your well-maintained frame. He looked down and clenched his jaw. He began rambling in his mind, trying to think of anything else that might distract him from you.

A soft hand touched his arm, "Hi Chase." He looked up and greeted you back before Adam shoved him out of the way causing him to knock into a large man. "Watch where you're going!" he barked. Ignoring him Adam strolled up to you giving you a once over, "Wow y/n you are looking fine, capital F-I-O-N-E." You chucked and rolled your eyes at the oldest Davenport's antics.

Before you could get another word out Bree turned to scold them, "Um aren't you guys supposed to be watching the van?" The brothers looked at each other in fear before taking off.

"Come on." Bree grabbed your arm dragging you with her.

The five of you stood on the beach, looking at the indent in the sand where their van should have been. You watched Chase freak out. Trying to comfort him, you placed your hand on his back, rubbing up and down, feeling his muscles contract under your touch. "We have to tell Mr. Davenport," Bree confessed. "Oh yeah? And tell him hey that really easy task where all we had to do was sit and wait well we didn't, totally blew it and the world is toast oopsie!" You looked at Chase and then Bree questionably. What was so important that losing the van was world-ending? Noticing your confusion Leo leaned over to you, "Don't worry they're just uh really dramatic." You nodded slowly still unsure about what to make of the situation. After the policeman came to inform the family over the $200 fine they convinced you to try and help them raise the funds. You watched Adam take a metal pole and turn it into a bunny and narrowed your eyes at the sibling's suspicious behavior. You pulled Bree aside, "Look Bree I thought this was going to be fun but I feel like...there's something you guys are all not telling me." She laughed nervously eyes flitting back and forth. "What?! No trust me there's nothing weird going on everything is totally normal." You crossed your arms and raised your eyebrow at her. "Look every family has their quirks and I'm no one to judge but...something is off and I don't like being lied to." For someone who was keeping a secret Bree's crestfallen face was really convincing, it made you feel a little bad. But that was just it, you hated being lied to or left out. "I'll see you around." You waved and headed in the opposite direction. As Leo was managing the show Chase watched your figure retreat in the distance before running over to Bree. "What did you say to her?" He accused. He always thought Adam Leo or Bree would be the first to give up their bionic secret. "Nothing. I couldn't tell her why we were acting weird so she just left." The siblings turned to look at you walking away.

Bree sighed before continuing, "This always happens, our stupid secret gets in the way of every relationship we try to build."

Chase put a hand on Bree's shoulder, "I'll go talk to her after this, I'm sure she's just confused." The two looked at each other hoping that you could forgive them.

After the whole mobile lab situation and saving the Earth from imminent doom, Chase begged Tasha to stay on the beach a little more claiming that he still needed time to do ALL the activities. Granted a few more hours he quickly stalked up and down the boardwalk and beach looking for you. Time was flying by, he had grown weary under the heat when he sat on a bench closing his eyes to catch his breath. The lingering sun on his skin was eclipsed with a cool shade. He opened his eyes and saw you staring above him with a cold lemonade in your hands. You smiled slightly and brought the cup to his lips, "You look super tired, you probably need this more than me." He grasped the cup with two hands and chugged the icey sour but sweet drink. A small bead of the drink dribbled on his chin as he ignored your piercing gaze. "Chase...why are you looking for me?" He put the cup down and stood up chest barely touching yours. "I...I want to make this right with you." He took a deep breath, the words in his head, what he wanted to say started to jumble together. Your eyes bore into his as if you could read his thoughts trying to search for the answer yourself. "I like you (y/n). More than I've ever liked someone before. And this feeling is overwhelming. You do things to me that make me do stupid stuff because...well, I don't what what to say. I'm terrified that you'll find someone better and not want to hang out with me anymore." You placed a hand on his cheek, feeling his warm skin push into your palm. "Chase I won't find someone better because you are someone better. I admire you, the way you care about your family, and your excitement about science and literature." You lifted your other hand to fully grasp his face. “You have bewitched me, body and soul.” you quoted.

He chucked, "Okay Mr.Darcy, I suppose I'm Elizabeth then?" You laughed and smiled at the thought.

"But, Chase I know there's something you and your siblings are keeping for me." Your smile disappeared as did his. "I...I can't tell you." He watched you frown at his confession. "It's not just my secret to tell, but trust me if it was important I'd let you know. But for now, can we just keep being normal?" You paused and looked into his hazel eyes that held so much sincerity. There was not a single indication of malice but rather a silent plead for you to believe him. "Fine. I'll leave it alone for now. But I expect you to tell me eventually." He grabbed your waist and pulled you into a hug spinning you around. The sound of your laughter filled the air drawing the attention of some bystanders. In the moment it felt like it was just the two of you standing there.

Although it was only your 2nd time, it felt so natural like second nature. The kiss grew more passionate like an unspoken language only the two of you knew. His hand pressed into your hips as your fingers twisted in his hair. He could feel the heat of your bare chest on his.

Chase broke off the kiss first, “Sorry but I know if we keep going I won’t be able to stop and I would really like to date you out on a real date.” You blushed and gently ran your hand down his cheek. “Okay. How about Friday after school?”

He pecked you on the lips, “Sounds like a date.” You beamed up at him before grabbing his hand, “Come on let’s enjoy the rest of today.”

Chase happily followed behind you wondering if god had truly blessed him by bringing you into his life.

Taglist: @mel-vaz

[madhatterbri]

Did I Do That? | M.J.

Summary: Smut. 18+.

Matthew Jackson Masterlist

Taglist: @theworldofotps @smallestsnarkestgirl @bullet-clubs-bitch @magicalbuttertarts

Matt smirked as he saw Y/N panting on the bed. She struggled weakly against her binds. The blindfold on her face wet from her tears of overstimulation. She whined when the bed dipped from his weight.

"Matt, no more, I need you to fuck me," her plea now sounded more desperate and pathetic. Matt smiled and kissed her lips. She whined in the kiss yet felt him line up at her entrance.

"Did I do that?" He asked and rubbed the tip between her folds. She shuddered under his touch. "Jesus, baby, you are soaked,"

"Please, fuck me," she begged. He slowly slid the tip inside of her. Matt made sure to grab her hips. Slow thrusts as he only popped his head inside of her. Her walls clenched around him to try and keep him in. "Matt!"

"I'm doing what you wanted, baby. You wanted all of this," he reminded her. Y/N brought up the opportunity to try something new. She brought up to be tied up and blindfolded. Matt, being the good boyfriend that he is, obliged.

"I want you to use me. Please. I'll do anything,"

Matt chuckled and thrusted himself inside of her. Between his skilled tongue and fingers, she was plenty wet for him. He put a hand against the wall behind them. Scared to show her excitement, she tried to keep quiet.

"Well, if you aren't liking this, I could just pull out and leave you with just your vibrator," he offered. Y/N begged him not to do that. Lonely nights when he was gone, she would use the vibrator. Now that he was here, she wanted the real thing.

"Matt," she moaned. Her throat was already sore from the moans and pleas from earlier, but she didn't care. Anything to keep him inside of her longer. He almost forgot how sweet she sounded. Matt temporarily stopped, and she cried out in frustration.

"I got you. Don't worry," he assured her. Matt untied the binds to her ankles. He bent her knees towards her chest. With his hands underneath her knees, he inserted himself again.

The feeling was almost euphoric. His eyes rolled to the back of his head. Her walls stretched to accommodate what he couldn't previously reach. Y/N moaned his name and to God.

"Oh, baby, you aren't leaving this room, not pregnant," he promised. His thrusts picked up. Their moans echoed of the walls.

Once he felt his orgasm about to wash over him, he pushed himself to the brim. Strings of cum shot inside of her. He grunted yet remained still. Matt didn't want to waste a single drop.

She gripped her binds as she reached her own peak. Her toes curled as her legs twitched under his hands. They basked in the afterglow of their orgasm. He slowly pulled out. A smirk appeared on his face as he admired the mess between her legs.

Y/N was released from her bonds. He removed the blindfold and laid down next to her. Matt wrapped his arms around her and pulled her close. She rested her head on his shoulder. His fingers ran through her hair.

"That was amazing," she sighed happily.

"Did I do that?" He asked with a chuckle. He loved to stroke his own ego. His lips connected to her forehead before they drifted off to sleep.