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ohmygraves · 3 months

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Hello! I've got a little writing idea if you want to do it. Reader and the rest of 141 are at a bar and reader keeps getting hit on throughout the night. Ghost/Soap getting jealous and feeling protective/possessive over reader and intervene. Just a little bit of a guard dog trope really. Scary man privileges. Hope this sounds a little interesting to do, have a good day :)

hello!!! thank you sm for the idea 💖🫶🏻 please enjoy this humble writing, i love the idea 💛 i wasn't sure if i want to do it with ghost or soap so i did both lol have a good day yourself!

scary dog privilege — ghost/reader/soap

warnings: creepy guy being pushy, alcohol mention, swearing

your little outing at the bar tonight seems to be quite unsuccessful.

actually, no, someone else would argue that you had a very successful day at the bar, since you're currently being hit on left and right by the other patrons. that's the purpose of a bar, right? to maybe find someone to kiss or hook up with one night, and hopefully not catch anything along the way.

but no, you're actually getting quite annoyed right now, as you want nothing more than to sit back, relax, and just get a few drinks with your friends from work. that's all. you want nothing to do with these people who want to get into your pants, or even ask you what's under it.

after a job well done, your captain had wanted to treat the team a few drinks to celebrate. this gets everyone excited, especially because he's not giving any price limits, and he's quite generous. besides, who would miss out on getting free drinks?

maybe you, because you're actually thinking if it was better if you'd just stayed behind, maybe read a book or watch some movies. hell, you could've even spent time at the shooting range, which you actually hated! (because ghost would nitpick at every single thing you did wrong when shooting, and he won't leave you alone until you get it right)

poor you, being such a people pleaser, not wanting to offend the person trying to hit on you, giving them a chance to speak and you'd listen attentively before turning them down because you're not here to hook up, you're here for some drinks and maybe to catch up with your friends. work has been so awful lately that the five of you haven't had the chance to even speak about anything other than mission, work, training... it's slowly getting annoying.

unfortunately, it seems like the others are not so interested in catching up, seemingly leaving to do their own thing. gaz went to the bathroom after downing a few pints, captain went out for a smoke as it is a non-smoking bar, and ghost and soap were somewhere near the billiard table, competing for something stupid again likely. and you? you're left alone in the booth the team always sat in, alone, taking sips of your drink waiting for kyle to come back from his pee break.

you've turned down two men so far, who fortunately was smart enough to sense that you're uninterested in their idea of a good time. you have to admit, you felt quite bad turning them down, especially since they seem to be quite courteous.

this fucking bloke, however...

he was very drunk, very pushy when talking to you. you could literally smell the alcohol off of his breath, it was a surprise that no one has tried to kick him out yet. he kept pestering you, trying to sit beside you and touching you, and your politeness is growing thin everytime he tried to get you to drink with him. you tried to tell him you're not interested, but he was too drunk to even register a "no", apparently.

seriously, where the hell is kyle? why does he need to piss out his two pints of beer immediately after drinking them?

you cursed at kyle, wondering which bathroom he went to for his pee break. did he go to the bathroom in the fucking philippines or something, what's taking him so long?

quickly, someone else scooted over beside you, leaning against your shoulder. soap.

"aye, this lad bothering yer, hen?" he asked you, arms slung behind your shoulder. you thanked whatever gods sent him your way.

the man who tried to hit on you seemed offended, was about to give soap a piece of his mind, before he was yanked out of the way by ghost, thrown aside down on the floor. it made a huge commotion, people were now looking at you.

ghost sat down quietly in front of you — where the man just sat after he tried to touch you, "reckon we should give him 'piece o' our mind, johnny?" he asked the scot.

"mmmaybe. what yer think, lt?"

now the man was fuming, being humiliated in front of the bar when he was trying to flirt with someone?

to make matters worse, now soap decided to kiss you!

he gently held your face, pressing his lips against yours, and to make it believable, even slipped his tongue in-between your lips, his eyes glaring at the drunk bloke. the man who tried to flirt with you was dumbfounded, too surprised to even say anything.

soap pulled away from you for a moment, letting you catch your breath. but before you could say anything, ghost pulled you over the table, his hands gripping your collar as he kissed you too, following what soap did, but much more intense. you didn't even see him pulling his mask up.

"see? lass's taken. shoo." soap held you close after you kissed ghost, basically telling the guy to fuck off. somehow, he left, still fuming though at the two guys who claimed you just like that.

you? you were a little dazed. confused. whatever. your two work mates kissed you after saving you from a random bloke who did not know what no means because he was too drunk off his arse. and strangely enough you didn't mind, they were the best kisses you've ever gotten in your life.

"why'd you two kiss me?" you asked, somehow. you felt stupid right after asking, clearly the answer was to help you get away from that creep!

ghost let out a sigh, taking a sip of his own glass of bourbon. "think we did ya a favor there, love."

you thanked both of them, but you still feel soap's hand squeezing your size, pulling you close to him.

"ye see, lass, can't have 'nother blether hittin' on ye."

you didn't seem to mind, you were getting tired and too drunk to even care. at least you're safe with them.

soap lets you lay your head on his shoulder, talking to ghost about something as you three waited for price and gaz to return.

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waywardwendy · 5 months

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Go For a Picnic. Dine at the Ritz...

Okay, I've got an absolutely miserable take on the 1967 scene in the Bentley, after Aziraphale gives Crowley the tartan thermos of holy water.

‼️TRIGGER WARNING‼️, this is going to get a little dark with Aziraphale's assumptions about Crowley's suicidal ideations. Be careful, please.

We all know Crowley has been pining after holy water. (In my dismal opinion, whatever was done to him after he saved Elspeth's soul from damnation in 1827 must have been horrendous, and that's where this request came from.) He asked for it in 1862 when he met with Aziraphale in St. James Park, and was turned down.

And we all already know exactly what Aziraphale thought he wanted it for.

We also know he discovered in 1941 that it was available in churches. No guards surrounding it, and that anyone could just go in and take it.

"Look at that! A whole fontful of holy water. It doesn't even have guards." (His genuine surprise that it's just THERE for the taking.)

Anyway that's not what this is about - this is about Aziraphale's response in 1967.

Obviously, we're all hooked on:

Because, ouch these poor babies really know how to ruin our lives.

So many meanings here. The obvious - you drive like an absolute mad lad and I don't want to be discorporated in a car accident (good lord, the paperwork). The less obvious but definitely there - you jump into things so quickly, I can't keep up.

BUT I'm stuck on this bit:

In my first watch through, I didn't think much of it. "Don't look so disappointed." We can hang out later. I just don't want to drive with you when it's not necessary because you're absolutely terrifying behind the wheel. I'm not telling you to fuck off, call me for dinner some time.

BUT NOW, on my... 5th? 6th? I'm losing track (and my mind) watch, I see it as... begging? As Aziraphale not knowing how to articulate what he's feeling, but desperately trying to communicate it to Crowley anyway.

Because he still thinks Crowley wants the holy water as a way to destroy himself.

I see it as something along the lines of this miserable list;

Please don’t kill yourself.

I need you to not go through with this.

I don’t want to withhold my companionship from you, but I need you to look forward to our time together later so you don't do this now.

I’m not going to spend time with you now, I can’t let you use it as some final goodbye in your mind.

We can go for a picnic, please stay alive long enough for us to do that.

We can dine at the Ritz, please stay alive long enough for us to go there.

And, to be honest, watching it through again with this lens, I wonder if Aziraphale is more grateful for Crowley's company every time they see each other because he didn't go through with it.

I wish I could find a better way to articulate this, and the way it wrings out my heart like a wet rag, but here we are.

Enjoy my misery with me.

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fandomwritingbit · 7 months

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👻Hallowe'en Special👻

Ghosting.

Michael Afton x fem!reader.

Synop: After being abandoned by a friend at a stellar Halloween party, reader hooks up with someone in a Ghostface costume... turns out to be Michael Afton. This is a very distant sequel to Hateful with both Mike and reader being arseholes with an enemies to lovers thing going on.

Warnings: drinking, swearing, horniness, smut, public sex.

You’ve been looking forward to tonight for months. A friend of a friend spread the word about their ‘killer halloween party’ almost as soon as August rolled around and rumours of fancy dress, live music and drinking games followed suit. It sounded like just what you needed to perk you up after weeks of studying.

And now, looking at your costume laid on your bed, you can’t help but grin, it’s cheesy and a little old-fashioned, but hey, if it ain’t broke…

You’ve spent much too long getting it just right, using several sharpies, glitter and lipstick to perfect the face on your blanket, huge eyelashes on top of your eye cut-outs and big pouting lips. A fucking perfect, tarted-up blanket ghost. You complete the set-up with a pair of fishnets and chunky heels, unable to hold in your giggles when you check out the outfit in your mirror.

“Oh my god, you look crazy.” Your friend Gemma laughs, looking at herself in the reflection next to you, her playboy bunny costume a much more basic choice than yours. One could argue a more sensible one too, because you'd had to layer up so all your secrets couldn't be exposed by one big gust of wind.

“Yeah, crazy hot.” You put your hands on your hips and pose, both of you tittering like schoolgirls. It is funny, but you’re aware that the pre-drinks you’ve had are probably making it seem funnier than it is.

Your friend grabs a jacket and slings it over her shoulders, gesturing with her head that it’s time to go. “Can you even see anything?” She asks as you join her outside, looking at you sceptically as you turn around to lock your apartment door, missing the keyhole on the first try.

If she could see your face, your eye rolling would be very evident. “Yeah. I know what I’m doing.” You bring your hands to the lips of the blanket, “I even cut a hole so I can stick a straw through.” Showing her by sticking your tongue through the gap, though quickly cringing at the feeling and taste of the fabric.

“Oooh, she’s prepared.” Gemma says sarcastically, before putting a hand on your shoulder and all but forcing you to get a move on, you don’t want to be more than fashionably late after all.

One giggly taxi ride later, you and her are struggling to get out of the car without flashing anyone. And then, you're heading up the front steps to the house, where the party is already in the swing of things. A werewolf sits next to an inflatable flamingo on the steps, one smoking, the other vaping, you’re admiring their costumes when you realise the wolf is a lad from your tutor, so you stop to tell him how amazing he looks.

“Come on, y/n.” Your friend again takes your arm, her voice faux-whining. “We haven’t even got drinks yet, you can mingle in a second.”

You let her guide you, though not without a sharp glare, quickly turning to the wolf before you go, “See you later, Joe!”

As you step away, she grins at you, almost knocking over a witch’s drink sitting beside her on the top step. “Really gushing over Hoe-seph, huh?” She wiggles her eyebrows, her tone a little condescending.

You can’t help but laugh, “Shut up, you knob.” you nudge her, making her wobble on her huge heels. “You’ve got to admit he looks great.”

She scoffs in response. “Sure, he does. But it’s fucking Joe! We can do better tonight.”

…

So much for that, you think to yourself as you sip probably the cheapest lager you’ve ever tried through a curly straw. Not even an hour after you and her had arrived, she’d found a group of people she knew from law studies and buggered off with them. Right now, you can see her bunny ears peeking over the crowd and swaying slightly to the music.

You probably should have anticipated being on your lonesome.

Though that doesn’t make it any less shit.

“You alright, y/n? You here all on your own?” Someone you recognise talks loudly over the music, pulling you out of your silent thought.

You sigh, though they probably can’t hear the extent of it. “Yeah… Gemma pulled her signature move and left me in the dust.” You try to explain, having to repeat the words twice before they understand. When they do, their expression shifts in pity and they put a hand on your shoulder.

“Awww, come drink with us then, screw her.” You pull a face as you consider, before nodding and following them over to the kitchen where they and six others stand around an island drinking. It’s much brighter in there with the big lights on and you blink after being so used to the muted multi-colour lights of the living room.

Your new buddy catches your reaction. “Hey, don’t let the light sober you up. What are you drinking?” They ask, and man, you really need to buck up and ask their name.

“Uhh… whatever this is.” You twist the bottle around so they can see the label and their expression instantly reveals disapproval. Which you completely understand.

“You want another one of them?” A bloke standing next to the fridge pipes up, who you'll come to learn is called Ash.

“...Not really.” You admit and they laugh.

“Vod and coke?” Your saviour prompts with a huge bottle of smirnoff in their hand and you beam under your costume.

“Now we’re talking.”

As enjoyable as the change in drink was, it didn’t take much for it to take effect and pretty soon you’re hanging off the arm of someone you've just formed a strong drunken friendship with, and singing along to someone’s halloween playlist.

The drunkenness itself wasn’t so bad, everyone else was too and surprisingly this group was an excellent match of personalities. The main problem was that drink makes you horny. Like seriously horny. Horny enough to scan these people for a viable and interested partner. But you swiftly realise the seven of you are made up of two couples, someone that doesn't date girls and that Ash guy.

You struggle to think of who around could be your hook up. Yes, you could go find your werewolf friend, or his flamingo buddy, but that doesn’t feel too appealing.

“I’m gonna go outside… I want to smoke.” You try not to slur your words, and pat the arm of the person that led you to this drunken safe haven as you walk, or rather stumble, past. The struggle is real, especially in these heels, but you manage it. Squeezing through masses of guests and trying not to get decked by tipsy people dancing, some of them shouted sorrys at you, others stared after your form like you were in the wrong.

The cool night air was pleasant and you soak it all in as you check faces around. You recognise lots of people even through costumes but you know them too well for a quick drunken hook up, and there's no need to make your social circles awkward. But, god, you’re thirsting.

Moving down the steps and being really careful not to slip, you pull a packet of cigarettes out from under your blanket, the box warm from being pressed against your skin for so long. Then you go down the side of the house, flinching when a motion-sensor light kicks into life and illuminates the path in a dingy yellow light. It’s like the party doesn’t exist back here, the noise completely dying when you turn the corner into the back garden.

And that’s when you see him. Some guy in a full Ghostface get-up, one glove pulled up to let him scroll through his Instagram feed. You can’t help but grin under your covering, you have a special place in your heart for Ghostface, the movie one of your favourites for many reasons. Not all of them wholesome.

Placing the cigarette through the slit in your costume, you light up. Taking yourself over to slasher and standing beside him.

“Uhh hey…” He turns to you tilting his head, no doubt trying to figure out who you were under your mask and failing. “That costume is-”

You smirk as you cut him off, “Amazing? I know. Proving to be a little inconvenient though.”

“Yeah I’ll bet. Do I know you?” You make a humming noise, trying to decide if you want to know who he is. There’s something really hot about the anonymity of it, hell you can play with the idea of a Matthew Lillard or Skeet Ulrich under there. And just the thought of that spurs you on immensely.

“I’m not sure. But there’s fun in that.” The guy nods, but you can imagine a look of confusion under that sexy mask. You’re not usually this bold, but liquid courage and boredom can make anyone risqué.

The two of you fall silent for a moment, before you break it teasingly, “Well, aren’t you going to ask me?”

Ghostface scoffs in hesitation before he bites the lure. “Ask you what?”

You dramatically place a hand on your chest as you pretend to gasp. “... The Question. From the movie, you know, the one Ghostface is famous for?”

“Ohh.” he laughs as he catches on. A hand digging in his robe for a small black device that looks like a radio. He holds it up to the mask and does as you ask, “... What’s your favourite scary movie?” The voice changer is scarily movie accurate, that iconic voice that is the perfect mixture of terrifying and ridiculously hot.

You gasp for real this time, losing yourself in giggles, “That is awesome, holy shit.” You move a little closer, deciding that yeah, you want to test the waters with this fella. “Scream…” You answer, “Because I think Ghostface is really hot.”

The flirtation in your tone isn’t hard to miss and although he’s surprised you just walked up to him and staked a claim, he certainly isn’t complaining. “Yeah?”

You nod, alcohol making you brave enough to lay all your cards on the table. You lift up the hem of your blanket slowly to show him how good your upper thighs look in these fishnets. “You interested?”

He laughs, “Hell yeah.”

Right there against the back of the house you pull the sheet up over your hips and your little shorts down, grinning in excitement as you watch him pull his gloves off and set about doing the same. He tries to help you take the fishnets down, but at this point you just hook your fingers into the holes and rip them enough to allow him access to your slick seam. “Fuck.” he breaths when his fingers come into contact with your wetness. How the hell has he gotten this lucky tonight?

The vodka in your veins doesn’t let you feel the cold, right now there’s nothing you want more than a good fuck and you hope that whoever is gripping your hips right now can do that for you. And judging by how quickly he finds your clit and begins to slowly rub circles, he absolutely can.

It’s clumsy, but exactly what you want and pretty soon you’re arching your back and pulling at the waistband of his boxers. You free his cock and he’s delightfully big and thick in your hands, so much so that you have to commend yourself, you really picked a good one here. Your hurried grabbing of his dick pushes him to press into you, hands cupping under your behind and lifting you to his perfect angle. It’s unexpected and you grab onto his shoulders to steady yourself, leaving him to slide his cock between your folds, coating himself in your slick, before pressing firmly inside you.

“Shit-” You hiss instantly, a buzz in your core becoming apparent at the gorgeous feeling of him filling you up. You move your hips against him as much as you can, spurring him on to a rough pace of fucking in and out of you. Neither of you consider that you’re completely exposed, lewdly hooking up outside next to someone’s house, anyone could come round the back and catch the two of you but that’s the furthest thing from your mind.

His grunts match the pace that’s quickly bringing both of you to your ends, gradually becoming whiny as he tries to make you come before finishing, but your tight walls are making that fairly difficult, as are the sweet sounds he’s pulling from you. He doesn’t realise how close you are and so the second he again starts to stroke your clit, the waves of your climax hit you hard. Your pussy sporadically tightens around him as you cum, your head tilting back against the wall and just like that he has to pull out, his release immediately hot and sticky on the top of your thighs. He thrusts into his hand as he finishes, groans dripping from his lips.

By now you’re recovered enough to be annoyed that he’s covered your lower body in cum and you push against him to get him off of you. He obeys and leans against the wall next to you, both of you staring forward for a moment of realisation. How the Hell are you supposed to go back in there with this costume fucking sticking to you? God, you probably should have discussed logistics beforehand but hindsight is 20/20, huh? Your still tipsy brain nearly laughs at the situation but stops when the bloke next to you starts shifting in his costume, grabbing at his mask in an almost panicky way.

He manages to pry it off and closes his eyes for a moment. The very moment he does you practically jump 30 feet in the air. A gross knowledge snapping through you so fast, you swear you touch all five bases on the grief scale. Your Ghostface was fucking Michael. Michael Pissing Afton. “Oh. Fucking Christ.” You snap out of nowhere, making Mike flinch.

“Woah, what? What’s wrong?” Your reaction is so strong he thinks you must be in pain of something and swiftly turns towards you, hands hovering over you like you were about to hit the deck.

You neglect to answer him, just angrily pulling the blanket up and tearing it off your form with an exasperated sigh. Only Michael Afton could make you completely sober in the span of two seconds.

He watches with wide eyes and almost winces when he reaches the same conclusion you did. “Y/n?” He laughs a little in surprise, still staring as you toss your costume on the floor and stand there in the tiniest shorts and top going. “Why didn’t you say anything?!”

You scoff, “I didn’t fucking know, did I?” You say loudly, the silence following it deafening. Honest to God, how didn’t you realise sooner? You definitely should recognise him from your fling nearly a year ago- must be the alcohol, but still, if you’d have known you probably would have shopped around a bit before settling for Michael Fucking Afton.

A stupid smug smirk coats his lips, that pinch between your brows is just funny. He speaks through a chuckle, “I actually can’t believe it’s you… How’re you doing, it’s been a while?”

The sharp gaze you fix him with just makes him laugh harder. “Yeah, that was intentional.”

And there was that side of you that got on his last nerve, props to your attitude for being able to ruin a perfectly good shag. “Why are you pissed off? You came on to me.” He asks the questions incredulously, his tone irritating.

“Huh, bet that’s a first.” You retort, a condescending smile increasing tenfold when he scowls.

How in the name of all that is holy did this happen?

A/n: Hope you enjoyed, stay tuned for the next one xxx

#fnaf #michael afton #michael afton x reader #michael afton x you #michael afton smut #FWB's halloween event #fnaf smut

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mangoposts · 5 months

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Not sure which group of kids needs to hear this since everybody complaining in my inbox is anonymous, but

The triplets are grown, popular, influencer men. Theyre obviously going to be around other popular creators including many beautiful ladies and lads. They’re going to get around, hook up, and hang out. Is that anybody’s business but theirs? No. It’s not. It’s our business to watch their content and support it if we want to because that’s the options they give us. Their content is what they choose to share with us, we can focus on that. It’s not important anyway, the boys are human beings with feelings and are capable of finding men and women attractive as they please as well as be romantically involved.. they’re GROWN. MEN. And It’s in these years where they meet people.. if you’re upset that a woman is in their content then you must check yourself and heal. Because you don’t know them and it’s unhealthy to be jealous over relationships on the internet. You are fans, not friends

Anyway, stay hot and horny, new smuts coming soon

And don’t be a dick to women. It’s so ugly🩶

#sturniolo triplets #matt sturniolo #chris sturniolo #madison beer #nick sturniolo #sturniolo triplets smut

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blueparadis · 1 year

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❝ NEED YOU CLOSER ❞ + hyoma chigiri, nagi seishiro, bachira meguru, yoichi isagi.

+. CWs —» f!reader, s/d dynamics, sloppy make-outs, oral acts, established relationships, cunnilingus,marking.

+. PRECIS —» Sometimes intimacy can be good, can be bad but it is always better when they're jealous.

+. NOTES —» my debut post for bllk. If you notice the favoritism, please exploit it, drop by my ask :> you can browse my other works via NAVIGATION LINKS.

HYOMA CHIGIRI is a cocooned lad but not when he is eating you out. He is quite polar when it comes to keeping his tone of voice down. “So, how long … do you think… will take me … to make you cum?”, his words topple one over the other as he questions you while lapping your juices with his arms hooked around your inner thighs. “I … I don’t know”, you manage to mumble otherwise he will keep teasing you with kitten licks and tracing the inner pussy lips with the tip of his tongue. “Fuck.”, you utter as his hefty moans seem to get louder while your toes curl trying to fight off the urge to touch his head, his soft silky strands of hair. His eyes squeezed shut, focused on pleasuring you, earning your melodious moans is the only thing he can think of but at the same time, he hates it when you’re not responsive, not responsive enough to tell that you’re gonna cum. He glanced at you before pulling his mouth off, his nose being wet with your slick, glistening. “Ready. . .?”, he purrs before biting hard onto your inner thighs, hard enough to make you grip his shoulders and gasp loudly that makes him let out a throaty chuckle. He coos, “That’s my girl.” before shutting your moans with a kiss, taking your breath away even more.

NAGI SEISHIRO sure is an enjoyer of thrill but sometimes, only sometimes he tends to be lazy; like when you let him touch your boobs, or when you suck him off while he is focused on his video games, or when you cockwarm him. The last one could be his favorite if he wasn’t the one suggesting it. Of course, Nagi likes to have his cock sheathed inside you but at the same time, he hates how he is twitching as you refuse to move, unable to focus on his game anymore. But here you are, perfectly busy peppering kisses on his neckline, suckling and moaning softly yet refusing to move. You wanted to move, you knew that he wanted that too but only with his rapt attention on you. “Sei. . .”, you moan in his ears sending shivers down his spine, “can i . . . take off your shirt?”, and the way his eyes gleam : you know he wants you to do more than that, now that he has missed the chances of winning the game. He responds with a kiss trying to deflect the question, hands instinctively grazing the valley of your waist but you can’t fall for that, for his games. You grabbed his hands placing them on your thighs arching back, making space as you removed your top. “Now, that makes us even.”, he coos undressing. Nagi’s lips curve in delight thinking he might have lost that boring game but he did earn you, your low huffs as he sucks your boobs locking his hands around your waist. Even? Not even close, you would never be at par with the number of times he has made you cum before him.

BACHIRA MEGURU is fond of two things, challenges and winning challenges. The risk of impulsivity excites him like nothing else except when you are nestled in between legs with his hands all over your body, lips pressed onto yours, and your hands resting on his thighs. At first, it starts with a chaste kiss on the lips but Bachira’s hunger for more is always growing and somehow he manages to have you in between his legs with your legs sprawled out since he just loves to finger you. The way you whine when he touches your breasts and pinches your nipples while engaging you in sloppy and wet kisses. But his favorite thing would be how your nails grip his thighs when he finger-fucks your pussy mercilessly, making you moan and mewl endlessly. “Wish you could see yourself. . .”, he mumbles as you tear your gaze away from him, eyes squeezing shut, hands gripping his plush thighs desperately as your cum soaks the silky satin sheets. And when you open your eyes, still catching up your breath, feeling the heart-drum amongst your rib cage, he drawls in a soft voice, rubbing his nose against your neck that glistens with sweat, “Now then, ready for something bigger ?”, as he takes out his cock smothering it with your arousal and a little bit of his pre-cum

YOICHI ISAGI tends to think that he has the upper hand but apparently not, not when he sees you doing the same thing for another guy that was supposed to be for him. No, he isn’t a caveman but when he watches you smile heartily when someone complimented you, your outfit. He felt a knot at the pit of his stomach, it wasn’t just jealousy. He wanted to be the first to compliment you, first to earn that heartwarming smile of yours instead he is pressing you against the wall with your hands locked over your head as his lips roam along your collarbones and neckline. “Wh-what’s gotten into you?”, you ask panting rashly as he nips your bottom lip. You had to ask. “Why? Can’t I make love to my girl?”, he rasps releasing the grip on your hand only to flip you and have your back pressed onto his chest with your head resting in the nook of his shoulder and his hands underneath that pretty dress, so that he could hear you, close to his ears, moaning and panting, “Oh fuck. Ple-please don’t stop, isa-gi, please- i-i can’t sta-nd any-more” and that’s when he thinks maybe being second to some things is not that bad after all. And he won’t stop until he has fingered you enough, enough to the point you just babble and beg. Maybe, next time no one will approach you when they see pecks of affection near your collarbones, on the sidelines of your neck.

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shamless-bee · 1 month

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Morning baby

Ghost x Afab!Reader

After coming home from hanging out with the lads, ghost finds his baby sleeping in his shirt and some panties; he can’t help but eat you up~

MDNI (18+ only)

Warnings~ slightly cnc if you squint (Reader is sleeping in the beginning), awakened with sexual touching, boozy!Ghost, oral f!Receiving, fingering, rough sex, P.I.V, unprotected sex (wrap it before you tap it.), just in general super smutty, and this gets away from me~

Dear reader

If any of the warnings above bother you, please don’t engage with this post; if you continue and find other warnings I should mention, please let me know, reader has female anatomy, but reader is referred to as you. (Also I didn’t proof read this)

Word count~ 1.6k

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You were waiting patiently on the bed for Simon to get home from the pub. He rarely gets time to himself and the boys from T.141 outside of missions and bloodshed, so it didn’t bother you as much as it could have when you noticed it was half past midnight.

You sighed deeply through your nose and felt your eyelids getting heavy. You tried to stay awake, hoping to see Simon home before falling asleep, but your eyes slowly drifted closed. Before you knew it, you had drifted off to sleep.

It was a quarter after two in the morning when Simon unlocked the front door to your shared flat. He grunted out softly as he did his best to unlace his boots; his dark eyes looked around the entrance of the flat, the TV off in the living room and the kitchen unoccupied; he often found you there making sweets; it was one of your favorite hobbies to make cupcakes and cookies.

He quietly walked further into the flat and ripped off the balaclava from his head, his sandy blonde hair messy; he didn't think he drank that much but could still feel a lingering numbness from the alcohol consumed tonight; he rubbed his rough hands softly over his face trying to sober up cursing Johnny in the process for wanting to see who could hold out longer.

He went to the bedroom, hoping to find you reading or perhaps even touching yourself. He loved coming home to the lewd sounds of your wet fingers touching your needy little cunt and the whimpers you moan, and the sound of his name rolling off of your tongue. His mind was already swimming in lust as he made it past the door into the bedroom, finding you sleeping on top of the covers of the bed.

His eyes lingered on you, wearing his black shirt that almost completely covered you. If it weren’t for the fact your legs are slightly spread, revealing the thin fabric of your panties covering your mound. His mouth was almost salivating as his dark eyes devoured you.

He couldn’t help his mind getting more excited when his touch fingertips slowly brushed down your exposed leg; you let out a soft moan from the touch, and his eyes darted back to your face only to see you were still sleeping, his hand softly caressing your leg giving it a soft squeeze and before he can stop himself he hooks both his thumbs under the waistband of your panties slowly bringing them down your legs.

Simon softly grunts as he looks at your moist folds, his mouth watering; he slowly pushes your legs apart as he sets his head between them, his tongue pressing to your clit, Simon feels your body stir, but you still haven’t awakened just yet, he smirks before he laps from your hole to your clit slowly, giving your clit a little suck. A soft moan leaves your mouth, eyes still closed, his hands now gripping your thighs while his tongue works on your clit.

You start panting in your sleep, another moan passing through your lips into the quiet room. He grunts softly into your mound as he tastes more of your arousal. He feels your body stirring more before your eyes start to flutter open.

“S-Simon?” You whimper out as the sensation between your legs grows; you see his head first in your cunt as you try to sit upright with your arms. He kisses your clit, earning another soft moan from you before moving his head away from your soaked cunt

“Morning baby,” his rough voice hits your ears softly. Before he returns to giving your cunt another long lick from your hole to your clit once again

You weren't expecting to be treated like this once he got home, but you’re not complaining as his mouth works on you skillfully; soft moans continue to spill past your lips; to him, the sound is heavenly. One of his hands left your thigh, and his finger dipped into your soaked hole, his fingers curling with each thrust to hit your perfect spot.

“Simon!” You moaned as your fingers found their way into his hair, softly gripping onto it as your hips jerked towards him, a familiar knot forming in your lower stomach.

He grunts against your clitoris, sending a wave of electricity through you, your walls gripping onto his fingers, the sound of your arousal and lewd wetness from your cunt getting louder as his fingers start to move faster into you, he knew you were close, and he wanted so badly to tip you over the edge, to taste your sweet release on his fingers after he’s made you come undone.

Your back starts to arch as the knot becomes intense; he moves his other hand from your thigh to the right under your knee, forcing your leg towards yourself as he enters a second finger into your already dripping cunt, his fingers moving more roughly inside of you as he starts to suck on your bud.

You scream out his name as you come undone, your fingers tugging roughly at his hair, seeing stars in your vision. His fingers don’t slow down; he wants you to ride your high as long as he can push you

“O-oh fuck y-yes,” you scream as your legs shake, your eyes almost rolling into the back of your head. He slows the movements of his fingers as your high ends; he sits up to look at you, a panting mess, his dark eyes locking onto your half-closed ones, your face flushed. He doesn’t stop himself from moving his fingers into his mouth, a groan coming from his throat as he sucks his fingers clean from your juices. He smirks after he takes them out of his mouth.

“I’m not done with you yet, baby.” His voice is thick with lust as he quickly tugs off his belt and unzips his pants; his thick hard cock springs to attention, already dipping with his arousal.

Your mind is already foggy; being awakened with him between your legs and having an intense orgasm has clouded your mind. You softly hum, almost falling asleep again; his hands grip your waist, pulling you towards him, a soft scream escaping your lips from such sudden movement.

“I’m going to fuck the living hell out of you,” he growled close to your ear as he hicks your legs onto his clothed chest, his buff arms on either side of your head; before you could comprehend what was said, you feel the tip of his cock already at your entrance, and with a quick movement of his hips he slams his cock deep inside your cunt, you walls clenching around him as a gasp leaves you, you always felt so full when his cock was barred deep inside you

He growls, his head dropping as he circles his hips, wanting to ensure he has stuffed you as completely as he can with his cock. He can feel your walls twitch around him before he brings his hips back and slams into you again, another moan echoing through his ears. He’s unable to hold himself back any longer, his eyes hungry for more; he pounds into you relentlessly, your hands now digging into the duvet, his balls slap into your ass with each quick thrust he slams into you

“Fucking take my cock, baby; you always take it so well,” he rasps as he continues plowing into you. You can’t help but moan; you loved when he got so rough with you, his dirty words always making you crave more of him.

“Fuck” he yells out, his hand moving around your neck as he starts to choke you, your eyes once again going to the back of your head as you become a moaning mess underneath him. You feel the knot once again forming in your stomach, your moans getting drowned out by his grunts and the sound of him slamming into you relentlessly. He can feel your walls tightening around his cock as he fucks you into the bed.

“Don’t you dare cum.” He barks at you, his hand still secure around your throat. “You're not allowed to cum until I say so,” he grunts.

You do your best not to cum as his cock continues to plow into you, your moans becoming louder, your throat becoming scratchy. He can feel your walls get tighter around him as you try to hold onto your orgasm.

“Fuck! Simon, please,” you scream out, your knuckles becoming white as you fist the duvet

“No. Not yet,” he barks at you again. He releases your neck and uses his thumb on your clit, the rough finger moving in circles. He can see the tears forming in your eyes as you do your best to listen to him, not to come undone.

You can feel his cock swell inside of you, his thrusts not halting for a second. “Please, Simon! I can't,” you scream in lustful agony. You can hear his grunts and growls get louder; for a moment, you are positive he is starting to ignore your pleas; he circles your clit fast with his thumb before pinching it harshly

“Cum.” He commands you to let go, your knot coming undone, and he slams his hips into you one last time before he empties his ropes of seed deep inside of you; he feels your walls twitch around his cock as you both reach your highs.

After a few moments, you both panting, he moves off of you and lays beside you on the bed; he turns his head towards you and brings his hand to your face; tucking a hair behind your ear, he pulls you into his chest and kisses the top of your head.

You’re exhausted, and all you hear before you drift into sleep is Simon saying softly, “Goodnight, baby.”

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maximoffhimbo · 9 months

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Birthday club business

Summary: your 22nd birthday was planned to be a nice night in by yourself - your coworkers have other ideas.

Warnings: male reader / blowjobs / ‘corruption’/ innocent-ish reader / strip clubs

It was your birthday, another year of sitting at a desk 5 days a week waiting for the 2 days of freedom. Luckily your birthday was on a Friday. Unluckily your coworkers were typical ‘lads’.

“Sam? Can you get those files sent to the cfo please?” Your boss, Sarah, said drearily. These meeting were held every Friday to wrap up the week and every Friday they were boring. Your coworkers didn’t listen to her, of course they didn’t. In their eyes she was less than them due to her gender. Half of the guys sitting around you were on their phones playing candy crush or some shit.

“Before I forget, y/n? Happy birthday.” A chorus of cheers and oddly deep noises came from the men around you. “y/n mate, why didn’t you tell us it was your birthday?” Charlie, one of the most laddish guys said, holding tightly on to your shoulders from behind. “Oh I just don’t really celebrate that’s all” you said quietly. Of course your plan for the night was simple: home, pyjamas, takeout, movie, bed by 11. In your eyes a perfect night in. Within minutes the guys were discussing where to take you for your birthday. You couldn’t think of anything worse, yet they were extremely passionate about getting you to hook up with a ‘chick’ as they say.

That’s how you ended up here. A strip club in a not-so-great part of town. You were sat in the middle of 9 other guys, it felt like a bad porno if you were being honest with yourself. “She’s fine as fuck” one guy said. “Dude y/n deserves the pick of the litter.” The way these guys were talking honestly made you sick to your stomach. “Come on y/n pick!” You visibly cringed at Charlie’s need for you to pick a girl. You looked around the dark red club. Music was shattering your ear drums whilst the lights were vaporising your eyes. It was all too overwhelming, you could barely make of your hands in front of your face for gods sake.

The club was full of guys waving money into the dancers faces. It wasn’t exactly where you’d imagined yourself for your 22nd birthday. “Okay fine, I’ll sort you out.” Charlie stood from the table waving over a server, she looked to be no older than 18. “Hey gorgeous, who’s the best slut in this place?” You cringed and shrunk down in your seat feeling ashamed for being around these guys. “Charlie don’t say that.” You said slightly above a whisper. Charlie kicked you under the table and continued talking to the waitress.

Before you knew it you were following her to a private dance room. You wanted to run, to apologise for your friend yet your mind was completely frozen. Arriving at a room the girl, who you heards name was Crystal (you doubted that was her real name) glared at you. You smiled tightly at her before she walked off. You opened the door and were met with a black room with red trim and decorations. “I’m going to be murdered” you said under your breath.

You took a seat on the large black leather sofa, shuffling nervously, praying that this dancer didn’t turn up. It took around 2 minutes of sitting in silence for the door to open. A girl walked in, long brown hair and beautiful green eyes. She sauntered over to you, thinking you were like all the other guys she danced for. Instead you moved away, offering her a hand, “I’m y/n.” She chuckled “And I’m scarlet.” She whispered, attempting to move closer to you. You tensed up and she noticed. “What can I do for you handsome?” She said gently as she moved away slightly as to not scare you. “I-I dont know, my coworkers brought me here for my birthday. I didn’t really…want to come.” Her eyes softened, you were such a cutie. She moved on to the small circular stage in the middle of the room, adjusting her revealing red sequin outfit. “I’ll just dance for you, okay?” She smirked as she turned on a small music player. Lana Del Rey’s ‘Art Deco’ came on as she began to move seductively around the poll. You watched, amazed. You hadn’t wanted to come here but this girl, this woman was something otherworldly. Her hips moved in time with the slow beat. Her hands raked her body whilst she sauntered around the poll. For a while you forgot this was a strip club, until the slowly began to peel her tight, blood red corset-top off. The buttons snapped at the front so removing it was easy. Her fingers made quick work of it, long svelte fingers worked the fabric, like a painter to canvas. Her breasts were freed.

She moved around the poll, her nipples pebbled, she eyed you with a hunger. Like an animal to prey. Her high black heels clicked against the floor with every step, making your heart beat quicken. She bit her lip as she bent over and grabbed the poll, maintaining eye contact with you. She swaying her ass rhythmically, her eyes holding a mischievous glint. Your heartbeat quickened as it moved throughout your body. The thrum in your core hammered. Your soft cock growing with every sway of her hips. You hadn’t even noticed the state of yourself, far too enthralled with the woman’s performance. She however did notice. She stood up slowly, moving to the front of the stage, her eyes still on you. Her thumbs found themselves within the waistband of her panties. Slowly and effortlessly she pulled them down her porcelain thighs, biting her lip as she moved her eyes over your face.

You were different to her usual customer. She was used to men talking to her the entire time, even going as far as to beg her for sex. But you, you just sat there, admiring her. You didn’t look like you wanted to pounce on her, you looked gentle, tame. Once her panties dropped she turned around, showing off her perfect ass. “You like that pretty boy?” Your breath caught in your throat as you nodded, “you’re v-very pretty” you stuttered out. She smirked. She’d never felt the need to touch one of her customers, let alone ‘corrupt’ them. Yet she wanted to please you. She watched as you shuffled uncomfortably, your cock straining painfully against your trousers. Scarlet stepped off the stage slowly, sauntering over to you. She stood above you looking down. “Take your trousers off” she said slightly above a whisper. “W-what?” You said, eyes wide. “You heard me. Trousers off.” You stood up slowly, eyeing her with confusion. Your hand moved to your belt as you slowly unbuckled it. She watched you hungrily. Your hands shook as you pulled down your zipper and finally your trousers. She moved back slightly, admiring the slight wet patch on your grey boxers. From there everything went into slow motion for you. She knelt before you kissing your sore bulge. “W-wait scarlet, this can’t be allowed,” scarlet chuckled looking up at you through her lashes. It definitely wasn’t allowed but ‘scarlet’ got what she wanted.

She pulled your boxers down letting your cock spring free. She gasped, your cocks tip was pink and swollen, drooling with precum. “Oh baby.” Scarlet said eyeing you up and down. She smirked and placed a kiss on your shaft “you know, if I’m going to do this you might as well know my real name.” You groaned quietly nodding to whatever she said. “It’s wanda.”

Wanda had been sucking your cock for what felt like an eternity. She pulled away, mascara running down her cheeks, a long thick strand of saliva keeping you both attached. She leant down, spreading your legs slightly. “You know, y/n…” She kisses your shaft gently. “…I never let this happen” she moved her kisses upwards towards your tip. You groaned, butterflies spilling from your chest into your stomach. Wanda began making out with your cock head, slowly and sensually, keeping eye contact with you. Your head fell back on the sofa. “Fuck Wanda, fuck I’m gonna cum.” As if cold water was poured on her she stood up, smirking. “I’m not done with you yet baby boy.”

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muddyorbsblr · 10 months

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a tale of ice baths and hot sauce

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Placement: the day after 'a sizing mishap'

Summary: An effort is made to find out who your mystery boyfriend is during the Elementals challenge when some members of the staff see some marks on your neck that weren't there before…

Pairing: Tom Hiddleston x Reader

Word Count: 2.8k

Warnings: language [let me know if i missed anything!]

Things to be aware of: mango mention (no really i did that here lol); bit of insecurity from Reader if you squint

"You think anyone would notice if I just pinched a chip from the bowl?" you joked while setting up the table for the Elementals-themed challenge that a handful of the Soccer Aid players were going to voluntarily subject themselves to with Joelah, the host for most if not all the promo videos for this event. You raised an eyebrow playfully at her when she approached the table with a giddy little skip in her step, practically twirling in her outfit of relaxed fit jeans and a diagonal cut asymmetrical crop top. "Please tell me where you go shopping I'm in desperate need of cuter clothes. I mean, 'raiding the boyfriend's closet chic' is cute and all but…I also drown in fabric whenever I do it."

"Don't be so hard on yourself, Y/N, I think you're faring pretty damn fine if I do say so myself." She waved a hand at your current getup of a cropped loose olive green halter top and a black ruffle skort. "Players seem to enjoy it well enough," she mumbled with a lower tone, as if warning you that you were currently being ogled. "Oy! Eyes on the ball, you pervy lads!"

"Thanks," you told her with a smile, pulling your hair into a ribbon so that it wouldn't stick to your sweaty neck. "Now…do you wanna share with the class why you were skipping--"

"Bloody hell, Y/L/N, your neck!" she gasped, pointing at the right side of your neck and collarbone. "You didn't have that when I last saw you yesterday--Oh my lordy me, you hooked up with someone here! Is it one of the players? That social media star on the World team? One of the pros? Sam Claflin??"

"No on all fronts, Jo," you laughed off her questions. "My boyfriend's working the event, too. I was with him." Her jaw dropped to the ground with your revelation. "We're keeping things a bit…low key, you know?"

"Oh you and your secrets," she teased, still motioning toward your neck. "If that isn't a sign that screams 'Horny blokes step the fuck back', I haven't the faintest idea what is. Anyways, what were you asking earlier?"

"Ah, right. I was gonna ask why were you skipping on your way here like you were back in school and teacher just gave you a gold star?"

"Oh…Oh! Because I just got the players for the Elementals Fire and Ice challenge and Number 6 lit'rally up and volunteered to represent Team England." She made a motion fanning herself. "That godly bod dripping wet and clothes just clinging to him? Lordy me have mercy. And whoever put him in the teeniest jersey and shorts imaginable, I just wanna eurgh! Wanna grab 'em and thank 'em to the high heavens, y'know? Thank 'em for their service."

You are very welcome, you thought to yourself.

"Maybe if you leave an iced coffee on the table and go pspspsps they'll acknowledge your gratitude," you joked, once again pointing to the chips. "I'm taking a pinch. And trying out these sauces, I've been deadly curious since yesterday."

"You take the green one, I'll take one of the reds," she offered, already getting a large chip for herself and placing a few drops of the brighter red condiment. When you had placed a dollop of the green hot sauce onto your own chip, you clinked your pieces together before taking thing whole and bracing for the worst. "Fuck all that is hellish!" she mumbled around her piece, eyeing you incredulously while you just continued on chewing and letting the taste of the sauce linger for a moment or two. "How in the…"

You grabbed all the bottles and looked over the labels with a scrutinizing eye. "The green's deceptive. Makes you think you're getting the milder one but it's got the highest level of Scoville units. I feel sorry to whoever's gonna end up with that."

There was some motion from the corner of your eye, which you quickly realized were the camera crew and some other members of the staff carting around numerous 10 gallon bottles of water and 3 drums. And following just behind them were the six players slated to play this little trivia game. You gave them all a little wave and a courteous smile, making sure to hold eye contact with each of them, and saving Tom for last so you could allow yourself the indulgence of holding his gaze for a fraction of a moment longer, which he returned with a small wave and an obviously deliberate infinitesimal twitch of his two middle fingers.

"Goodness, Y/L/N," one of the staff members, Allen, bellowed. "What happened to--"

"My neck?" you finished for him. "Don't worry about it. My boyfriend thinks himself a vampire," you answered with a casual shrug, earning you a round of chuckles from the rest of the crew and the players. You motioned toward the water drums. "Should we get that all set up then?"

"Oh. Yeah, for sure." He waved his arm toward the drums as well. "Have at it."

"I could help you," Scarlette chimed in, already taking the end of the drum in front of you and jutting her chin in the direction of your neck. "I didn't see that on you yesterday when I picked up my uniform. I take it your boyfriend's somewhere in the building then?" She capped off her question with a cheeky wiggle of her eyebrows.

"Yes, and I'm not saying a single word on where and who he is. But I won't deny it if anyone guesses correctly. The only catch though…you only get two guesses each," you offered, looking at both her and Joelah.

"Claflin," Scarlette spoke immediately, causing the other one to make a motion as if to stop her but all too late.

"Aaaaand that's one wrong guess. Also makes you the second person in this place to for some reason think that I'm bumping uglies with Finnick Odair."

"I could've told you it's not Mister Clock App, or Claflin…or any of the pros," Joelah grumbled out. "We're down to three."

You two set up the last of the water drums, making sure that they were equidistant from one another, and after thanking Scarlette you moved toward the massive water bottles to start filling them up. "Let me help you," Tom spoke up, already placing his hands under the bottle, brushing his hands across yours before taking most of the weight of the bottle and leading you both toward the drum. "You reckon they'll guess me, darling?" he asked under his breath.

"Absolutely not," you answered, keeping your voice down. "I don't think they'll even consider it a possibility that I can pull you."

"Personally I think you pull me just fine," he shot back, smirking when you had to suppress a chortle from his words. "More than fine, actually."

"Menace," you hissed, trying to covertly take deep breaths while the two of you walked to the next bottle and repeated the process.

"Only for you, sweetheart."

"Okay you must be built all kinds of different, because I don't think I coulda kept my wits about me being that close him with the guns on full display, and in close proximity to…what was it the internet called it again?"

"The mango?" you prompted Joelah, causing you both to break out in stifled giggles while waiting for the camera crew to finish setting up.

"Yes! And I saw that little hand brushing, too I mean—how were you not absolutely swooning the second he walked up to the bottle? Hell, how did you even function?"

I have been under those guns on full display and touched more than just his hand, you thought to yourself, holding your words back and instead gave her a little shrug. "Worked with him before. You get used to it," you bluffed. "Besides, I've got someone, and I'm really happy and stupid in love. So there's that, too."

"We need a hand here!" Scarlette called out in your general direction, her and Bugzy already on their feet but pointing at Tom who for some unknown reason, currently had both feet sticking up and out of the drum and putting him in a position that made it exceedingly more difficult for him to get up and out of the drum.

"How in the actual fuck did he even get like that?" you started thinking aloud. A strangled noise slipped from your mouth the second his head dipped below the water and his hands lost their grip on the edge of the drum.

You knew that he would be able to find his way back up, but it didn't stop the way your heart caught in your throat. The way that your legs were involuntarily twitching as if taking on a mind of their own and urging you to make your way to him.

If he hadn't stuck his head back out from under the water just a few seconds later, you would have been more than ready to run to him and help him to his feet, check on him the way he often checked on you when he would see you short of breath on set. You wouldn't have given a damn about the cameras capturing your every move.

But instead you were frozen in place, watching as he ascended and took a big heaving breath, shaking the water from his hair and his eyes before finding your gaze. You were suddenly acutely aware of nearly every minute movement of your body trying to fight back every reaction you had to the excessively obvious bedroom eyes he was giving you, resorting to subtly digging what little fingernail you had into the palm of your hand to at least focus on something else until he looked away.

You moved the moment you clocked the excitement on the faces of Joelah as well as some female members of the staff, already undoubtedly about to speak up that they would gladly help him out. "Can we cut?" you hollered toward the cameraman, who responded to you with a simple thumbs up, pressing a button on his equipment that stopped recording. You quickly whipped out your phone and snapped a picture of Tom in the precarious position before you reached him.

"Really, Y/N?" he huffed, feigning exasperation but you knew that tone better than any other person around you at the moment. He was amused. And you would be in trouble later tonight. You even began to doubt if you could completely walk properly in the morning or if you would walk into the briefing area with a more than slight penguin waddle.

"Had to," you quipped, shrugging your shoulders and scrunching your nose at him reflexively before placing your phone back in your pocket and holding your arms out toward him so he could brace himself. "Tuck your feet back into the drum."

You heard the slightest grumble from him before he wrapped a hand around one of your arms, did exactly as you said, and then wrapped his other arm across your shoulders while he tried to find his footing in the undoubtedly slippery interior of the water drum. "Thank you, sweetheart," he whispered under his breath, pulling you closer as you gripped the towel that was handed over to you and making quick work to spread it out and use it as a cover from prying eyes and wild cameras once his feet were firmly planted on the ground again.

The heavily curious gazes of everyone around you gave you enough pause to not wrap the towel around his waist, realization quickly dawning on you that the gesture would definitely be seen as a show of intimacy. You avoided his gaze as he took the towel from you, opting instead to lead the way to behind the backdrop, picking up his cleats and bag on the way.

You felt the irrational bristling of your skin as the sound of women giggling and commending your boyfriend on his form throughout the drills hit your ears, your hands finding it difficult to grasp the small laundry pouch you'd packed in his bag and a fresh pair of socks from the near violent shaking. When a familiar ridiculously large hand appeared in front of your face, you looked up abruptly to find Tom standing above you, the smile on his face growing brighter when you placed your hand in his and stood up.

"You're shaking," he murmured, bringing your hand to his lips and pressing a kiss to your knuckles. "Come here."

He caught you off guard when he tugged you into his arms, a small yelp escaping you before you could stop yourself that had you hoping that nobody on the other side of the backdrop heard it. "What're you doing?" you questioned him in hushed tones, holding back your giggles as he pressed the fluffy sleeves of the bathrobe that he wore to your face and neck. Your hands wrapped around his wrist when he started patting at the exposed skin of your chest. "Sweetie!" You couldn't hold back your giggles when he used his free arm to wrap around you and pull you closer to him.

"You're wet," he said simply, continuing to pat at your dampened skin.

"Well I'm your girlfriend, it kinda comes with the territory," you quipped, letting out another barely muted squeal when he pulled his hand from your grasp and grabbed the back of your head to pull you in for a kiss. Almost immediately you melted in his arms, both of you smiling against each other's lips as you wrapped your arms around him. "Private--"

"This is private, goddess," he cut you off, capturing your lips in another soft kiss. "Public would be bringing you to the center of the field and marking you again with everyone as witness so that there isn't a shadow of doubt in anyone's mind that you're mine."

The sound of the camera crew calling out for him snapped you two out of your moment. "Give me a minute," he hollered out, pressing a final kiss to your forehead before loosening his hold on you and letting you step back from him. You offered him your hand to hold himself steady while he changed out the soiled socks from the challenge. "Did you take a look at the hot sauces on the table?"

"Of course I did," you quipped, scrunching your nose at him when his eyes flickered to yours. "Don't take the green one, it's a trap."

"I'll keep that in mind," he murmured, eyeing you with a smirk when he stood upright and you took his shin guards from him. "And what exactly are you doing, darling?"

You answered him with a playful grin. "Oh I'm sorry. Would you like to try putting these on through two layers of fluff?" He answered you with a minute shake of his head. "No? Well alright then." You proceeded to crouch down and place the shin guards under the knee-high socks, only stopping when you heard a shutter from above your head and looking up at him from your position with a bemused smirk. "Really, Tom?"

"It needed to be done," he said with a chuckle, waving your phone tauntingly in his hand. "After all, you do look so tempting from this angle. Let me just send this to my phone really quick."

You made a point to audibly snap the garter of his sock against his skin, making him jump the slightest bit and squint his eyes at you as you rose to stand upright again. "Give it back," you cooed, holding your hand out. Instead of doing just that, he grabbed hold of your hand and closed the distance between you, placing your arm over his shoulder as his hands roamed down your back before settling in your back pockets.

Before you could say a single word, he pressed his lips to yours in a soft kiss and you could feel the weight of your phone back in your pocket. As well as his hand grabbing a handful of your ass before he pulled away. "I love you," he whispered, briefly brushing the tip of his nose across yours before stepping backwards, back to the set so that the World Team could have their turn at the ice baths.

"I love you, too." The sound of the crew calling out your name this time and telling you to come help in setting up the next batch was enough to wipe the smitten grin off your face and send you running in the other direction.

A/N: Starting off my 5-day weekend strong with a new Soccer Aid piece out! I have one more that I'm gonna focus on before I give Soccer Aid Hiddles a break from the page for a while to focus on…'relinquish the crown: plans & protestations'! 😳👀 It's been too long since I've written those two blorbos and I miss them so they're next 💖

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99hook · 7 months

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Bestie you should write sneaky links to lover fic when you have the chances no rush like they have mutual friends like the lads (they are friends) and no one knows they hook up 👀👀

sneaky link to lovers is a new one, i like it. hope you love it babesss! 🫶🏼

It wasn’t necessarily the fact that you had to keep each other on the low, it was just so much easier that way. When nobody suspects a thing, then there’s nobody in your business.

On top of that, you and Tyler both liked having a secret that everyone was oblivious to. It made things a little more exciting than they already were, simply because of the lengths you both had to go to make sure things stay under lock and key.

That usually meant sneaking into each other’s hotel rooms late at night and sneaking back out before anyone has the chance to wake up and catch him or you leaving around five in the morning.

If you both disappear randomly for a while and get asked about it later, you always have an excuse ready. His is that he had an important call to make and yours is that one of your friends needed to talk to you about something.

It was kind of astonishing that you’ve gotten away with it for this long, but it was evident that your friends were starting to get a little suspicious.

You walked out of Tyler’s dressing room after you recollected yourself. Your hair was a mess but you thought you fixed it enough.

Anthony was rounding the corner just as you closed the door behind you, stopping in his tracks when he caught you. You felt your cheeks burning, sure that they were definitely fusing red but you tried to force it back before he picked up on it.

“Hey” He says rather slowly, the skepticism clear as day in his tone.

“Hey” You tried to sound as casual as possible, even though you were still a little out of breath from what went down only minutes prior.

He eyed you as you stepped away from the door. Your cheeks being bright red and hair not as tamed as it usually was. Not to mention the splotchy redness on the side of your neck that your hair wasn’t covering as well as you thought.

A slight smirk formed on his lips and before you were able to conjure up something to say, the door opened and Tyler stepped out with his hair wilder than usual and flushed cheeks to match.

His eyes locked on Anthony immediately but he was way too good at being cool about the whole thing. He nodded towards his friend as he closed the door behind him.

“What’s up?” He casually asks like he wasn’t a number one suspect in Anthony’s newfound suspicion.

“Just coming to see if you’re ready to go.” Anthony says, eyeing you after. “What uh… What have you two been up to?”

Tyler knew that he was insinuating something but he didn’t let that phase him. He shrugged coolly and looked over at you before looking back at him.

“Chillin” he says before he starts walking down the hall.

Anthony sends you one more look filled with the upmost skepticism you think you’ve ever seen before he heads after Tyler, and you went the complete other direction.

———-

Later on that night, you were both laughing about the whole situation but trying your best to be quiet, cause Anthony’s room was on one side of Tyler’s and Darius was on the other.

“Maybe I should start requesting a room next to yours.” He smirks. “On a completely different floor.”

“That’ll be too obvious” You tell him. “Kinda hilarious how nobody suspects a thing. Except maybe Anthony.”

“He’s definitely onto us.” he says as he absentmindedly runs his fingers through your hair. “Didn’t stop asking me questions all day after we left.”

“Like what?” You perked up, resting your chin on his chest to look up at him.

“All kinds of shit.” He runs his hand through his hair, pushing some back. “The main one being, how long have we been hooking up without anyone knowing.”

“And you said?”

“We’re not hooking up.” He chuckles. “Eventually I convinced him. At least, I think I did.”

“He caught me as soon as I walked out your dressing room today. I didn’t even realize it then, but my shirt was inside out.” You tell him, watching as he tries to stifle a laugh.

“He told me you looked a little… rough.” He smirks. “I told him you just got back from a workout and stopped by to give me my headphones back cause you forgot yours at the hotel.”

“Wow, good lie. I don’t know if I should be worried or not.” you chuckled, feeling his arms tighten around you.

“I don’t lie to you. Just for you.” He says before he places a kiss to your forehead.

“You think he bought it?” You asked, and he shrugged his shoulders.

“Maybe. If not, then I guess I won’t have to worry about keeping you quiet anymore.” He smirks before he pulls you up some, straddling his waist for the second time that night.

“Then we’ll really need a room on a different floor.” You chuckled before you placed a kiss to his lips.

————

“Maybe it’s just me, but Hook and y/n have been acting weird lately.” You both heard Darius’ voice reach you from where you stood a little ways down the hall.

This caught Tyler’s attention, his hands dropping from your hips so he can take his headphones out and hear a little better.

“It’s not just you. I think they got something going on they just don’t wanna tell us.” Anthony says back, and you watch as a smirk tips up on Tyler’s lips when he looks back at you.

“I wouldn’t doubt it.” Another voice chips in, and it takes a moment for it to register that it belongs to Max.

“Where are they now?” Darius asks.

“Probably locked in a room somewhere again.” Anthony chuckles.

“Again? What do you mean again?”

“She was walking out his dressing room the other day. He told me she was just returning some headphones but he was smiling the whole time he said it, so I’m pretty sure he was lying.”

You felt Tyler’s lips brush over your cheek before he headed around the corner, interrupting the conversation but playing it off like he had no idea what they were talking about. You stayed put and listened on, wondering if you should follow his lead or not.

“Hey Tyler.” You heard Anthony’s voice suddenly uplift, and it was kind of hilarious how quickly he shifted.

“Hey” Tyler says back, and it was almost as if you could feel the awkward tension from all the way down the hall.

“You seen y/n around anywhere?” Darius asks.

“Nah not today.” Tyler lies, meanwhile he just had his hands all over you. Another thing that was just hilarious to both of you.

The conversation died right after that. You could imagine the guys standing around awkwardly staring at each other cause they didn’t know what to say, if it didn’t pertain to you and Tyler and how you’d been acting strange lately, you assumed.

It was only seconds after that, that Anthony and Max both excused themselves saying they had to get ready for a match soon, and Darius made the excuse that he had a call to make.

A couple moments after that, Tyler rounded the corner again with a mischievous grin on his face.

“I have an idea.”

————

A couple days passed by, and once it seemed like the guys were no longer onto you and Tyler, that’s when it was time to put his plan into action.

He met up with them first, a scowl on his face like he was having the worst day of his entire life.

“Hey man” Anthony says when he walks up to him. “You good.”

Tyler kept a clenched jaw and didn’t speak back. He tightly nodded before he looked down at the floor, but that was until you walked up from the other direction and immediately stared the man down.

Anthony and Darius both picked up on the weird tensions immediately, their eyes glancing between both of you.

You were surprised by the fact that you weren’t even daring to smile, and Tyler was being pretty convincing himself.

“Uh… What happened?” Anthony asks, feeling like he was quite literally walking on eggshells.

You and Tyler only glared at each other before he was the first to break the eye contact, to look over at Anthony.

“Nothin.” He mutters before he briefly shoots you another piercing glance.

“It doesn’t seem like nothing?” Darius says, and you cross your arms as you kept your eyes trained on Tyler.

“I don’t know. Maybe you should ask him.” You shrugged, and watched as both of their eyes landed on him, waiting for an explanation evidently.

“Ask me what?” He spat, raising his voice at you.

“You know what, Tyler.” You challenged, narrowing your eyes at him, and of course he mirrored you.

“Woah, what the hell happened?” Anthony asks again, this time looking at you because he wasn’t convinced he’d get an answer from Tyler.

“Tyler’s just a fucking dick.” You gritted your teeth. “And I’m pretty sure he knows it.”

“I know there’s a lot of things you are and I’m not wasting my breath calling you any of them.” He crosses his arms, earning three sets of eyes to land on him.

“Go ahead.” You shrugged. “What am I, Tyler? Please tell me.” You took a step towards him for the dramatics of it all and he held himself where he stood, staring down at you with piercing eyes and slightly pursed lips.

“Okay, wait a minute you guys.” Anthony interjects when he feels the tensions rising. “We don’t have to fight like this. Someone just say what happened and we can talk through it. Okay?”

“Nah.” Tyler bitterly says. “Not even worth it bro.”

“Agreed.” You snap back. “I’m wasting my time even talking to you right now.”

Tyler’s head tilted back slightly, and you felt Anthony’s hand on your shoulder as he turned you to face away from the man he thought was making you so angry.

“Anyway” You sighed. “Anthony, Darius, don’t take this personal, but I’d rather be anywhere but here, so i’m gonna go.”

Darius and Anthony both watched you leave and picked up on the glares you and Tyler both shot at each other before you walked away.

It wasn’t too long after that, the door opened up and Tyler walked in with a wide grin plastered on his face.

You bursted into laughter when you saw how proud he looked, but covered your mouth immediately after, knowing plenty of people were wandering around the halls right outside that door.

“Think it worked?” You asked as you stood up and wrapped your arms around the back of his neck.

“For now. Might have to put on a few more shows to really make them believe it.” He says before peppering a couple kisses to your neck, making you forget what you wanted to say.

“Did I ever tell you how hot you are when you’re mad at me?” He mutters against you, and you can feel him smirk right after.

“Mhm, a few times.” You say before he pulls back and looks down at you with that little half smirk you fell for a long time ago.

“Get used to it.” He says before he backs you against the door and locks it.

“Are you saying you’re gonna start trying to make me mad at you?” You quirked a brow, but smiled right after.

“Maybe, but I’ll always make up for it later.”

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To be young and in love ~ HOOK imagine

Hook story where he confesses to reader - requested by @brideofinfamy

You joined the AEW roster the same time as Top Flight and Anthony Bowens. You guys created the og Lads. After a while of being signed there was a new guy that was around Taz and the rest of Team Taz. You just thought he was another person that Taz was training and that he was going to leave after a while because he couldn’t handle the training. Little did you know that he was actually Taz’s son who was training to be a wrestler.

You found this out at the same time as everyone else did. You found out he was Taz’s son after Taz and Cody’s promo and after Taz choked Cody out. And out came HOOK. The first time you saw him on the monitor it was like you were in love with him already and Dante caught on. He thought he would help you by starting to hang out with HOOK and getting to know him so somehow you and HOOK could hang out or at least talk.

After him trying for 2 months for something to happen, it finally happened. The Lads decided to go out for a late night dinner after dynamite, they asked you to come and you did because why not. Throughout the dinner HOOK and you would exchange glances here and there. After that dinner you knew you had to get to know him more. It was like wherever you were, HOOK was right there with you.

You went to go train in the ring with some of the other girls. HOOK ws in the crowd with the other Lads watching you and talking to the boys. As time went on HOOK and you would spend more time together without anyone else being with you guys. You knew you wanted a relationship but didn't want to screw things up so you kept your feelings to yourself. The night he finally confessed to you he liked you was a late night movie marathon in your hotel room.

You guys took turns picking the movies. Of course it was during the movie you picked that he confessed. You picked a cheesy romantic movie and the main characters just confessed their feelings to each other. This either gave HOOK motivation to confess his feelings to you or he had this planned out for a while now. But he paused the movie.

“Y/N, I need to tell you something. The very first day I actually met you and talked to you I fell in love with you at first sight. I don’t know if you feel the same but will you be my girlfriend? If not, let's just forget what I said and finish watching the movies.” HOOK said. You didn’t say anything and that scared him. What you did do though was give him a kiss on the lips. “I feel the same way. I was scared you didn’t. I would love to be your girlfriend!” You said. After hearing what you had to say he gave you a kiss also.

From that day to now, you guys have been together for almost four years. And you couldn’t ask for anything else in the world.

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silverstonesainz-archive · 2 years

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purple reminders

summary: carlos loves to mark what's his. word count: 3.7k warnings: SMUT – fingering (f receiving), oral (m receiving), spit, p in v sex, unprotected sex, cum-play (i think?). cocky semi-possessive carlos. google translate spanish. this post is 18+. minors dni. note: reupload bc im pretty sure this fic didn't show up in the tags. dont worry. still the same filth, same smut.

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*since this is a 18+ post, i will not be tagging you if your age isnt in your bio*

❃゜·。. ·°゜✼ ゜°· . 。·゜❃

You’ve always liked house parties. Free booze, comfy couch, no bathroom line? That is something you could definitely get behind.

Lando’s penthouse is swarming with people, red cups littered all throughout the home. It was very reminiscent of your college days. You weave your way through the sweaty bodies, smiling at familiar faces as you push to the kitchen in search of your best friend and a drink. It’s of no surprise to you that the curly haired brit is mid-chug, with a group of boys cheering him on. With a quick side glance, Lando lowers his cup and shoos the group to the side to make his way to you.

“You made it!” He wraps his free arm around your shoulder, giving you a tight squeeze.

“Didn’t think I’d show?” You ask, looking up at him as he takes another drink.

Lando shakes his head into his cup before lowering it, “Never doubted you for a second. Cmon, get a drink.”

You serve yourself a vodka pineapple mix, and then turn around to join the mass of men encouraging Max to chug his drink. Lando moves over to make room for you in the circle, laughing at Max’s failure to finish his drink.

“Lads, you remember y/n?” Lando ruffles your hair and you swat his hand away. The boys smile and greet you with a quick hello, to which you return. “You would never have guessed this, but she is a champion at chugging alcohol.”

“And that’s my cue to leave.” You nudge his side with your elbow before excusing yourself from the group.

You mingle and socialize with familiar faces in the crowd, playing catch up and pretending you cared about the itty bitty details of the lives of people you speak to once in a blue moon. If you were being completely honest with yourself, you only came in hopes of catching the eye of a certain driver in red, and he has yet to make an appearance.

The room was starting to feel stuffy. Too many drunk people and not enough windows cracked open. You excuse yourself from another dull conversation, making your way to the balcony. You nurse your drink, swishing it around the plastic cup as you enjoy the quiet wind and the blinking lights of the city below you. You hear the door open behind you and get a whiff of the musky cologne. You don’t need to turn to know who it is, and you can’t fight the smile that makes its way onto your face.

“What’re you doing out here?”

You finally turn around, the air being knocked straight out of your lungs. He looked good, a black t-shirt adorning his torso to match his dark blue denim jeans. His hair is just starting to grow out and his stubble chisels his face out nicely. He looked like a god.

“Too hot in there,” You mumble, raising your cup to take a sip. “You?”

“Was looking for you.”

The air gets caught in your lungs as Carlos saunters over to you and backing you up against the rail. He brushes your hair away from your shoulder, head tilting to look at your neck. “Gone already?” He mumbles, fingers trailing down your chest to hook into the neckline of your shirt, eyes peering over to stare at your chest. There are purple marks scattered over your breasts.

“Someone might see.” You stammer, eyes looking through the glass balcony doors and the swarm of people mingling.

“They’re all too drunk, don’t worry your pretty little head.” He mutters, licking his lips before looking up at you through his lashes. “I did a good job, no?”

You roll your eyes, downing the rest of your drink before setting the cup down by a plant. Carlos releases your shirt, leaning on the rail next to you as he looks down at the city. The silence is comfortable, just the lull of the conversation behind the closed doors and the busy street below. You watch people dance and laugh, far too drunk to notice the two people standing too comfortably next to each other.

“Did you miss me?” He asks, looking at you.

“Did you miss me?” You counter, raising your brow at him. He chuckles, pushing himself off the rail.

“Did you think about me?” Carlos’s fingers are back on your skin, this time to push the hair the wind so lovingly placed on your face. “And don’t ask me the same question, because the answer is yes, I did. I do.”

You smile, nodding. “Yeah, I did.”

Carlos slowly leans in, but you’re quick to move your head. “Someone might see.”

He scoffs, “Are you embarrassed of me?”

“No.” You raise a brow, “I just don’t need to explain… this to anyone. Especially Lando.”

The boy smirks, turning his head to scan the crowd before looking at you. “Scared of getting caught?”

Before you can speak, he grabs your wrist and drags you to the opposite end of the balcony. It’s dark, away from the glass doors and the view of all the guests. Carlos’s lips are on yours in a matter of seconds, fingers tangling in your hair to pull you even closer to him. You quickly melt into his hold, hands resting on his toned chest as you try to keep up with the heated kiss. Carlos’s free hand grips your ass tightly, and you hum against his lips.

“If I didn’t know any better,” You mumble as he moves his lips along your jaw and down your neck, “I’d think you missed me.”

He chuckles against your skin, shaking his head before licking a small stripe against your neck before sucking lightly. His fingers trail up your thighs, the tight pink dress riding up your thighs. You grab onto his wrists, stopping his movements. He pull away, looking at you quizzically. “What’s wrong mamita?”

“Carlos, we’re on a balcony.”

“And?”

“And?? And what if someone walks out here?”

“Are you afraid of getting caught?” He teases, posing the same question he asked you minutes before. You look up at him, showing him you were serious and he rolls his eyes playfully. “Would you rather I fuck you in a bathroom instead? Pass by all those people and risk one of them getting suspicious? Or wait until this party is over and I take you on my couch?”

Your cheeks heat up, and your eyes dart over to the balcony door as you contemplate your options. Your breath hitches in your throat at the feeling of his fingers pressed up against your clothed center, eyes wide as your eyes meet his own.

“Something tells me you don’t want me to wait that long.” He hums, leaning in to press a soft kiss against your lips.

“Ah, screw it.” You mutter, pulling him close and crashing your lips on his own. You’re quick to undo his jeans, pulling them down low enough with his underwear for his cock to spring out. “Be quick.”

He chuckles, nodding. His finger taps on your bottom lip. “Chupar.”

You oblige, taking his index and middle finger into your mouth. You bob your head up and down, tongue swirling around his digits. He chuckles, nibbling on the skin of your shoulder before pulling his fingers out. He pushes the hem of your skirt up your thighs, moving your underwear aside. You feel his wet digits running through your folds, before pushing into you.

You moan softly, profanities leaving your lips. His lips find your neck again, sucking harshly at the skin as his fingers pump in and out of you. He trails kisses along the length of your neck, sucking and biting and you’re sure that by the end of this you’d have new marks to replace the old ones he had given you before.

He pulls his fingers out, turning your body around and pulling your hips out. Without warning, he pushes his cock into you. You moan loudly, and his hand quickly clasps over your mouth. He pulls you flush against his chest as he fucks you mercilessly.

“So fucking good,” He whispers in your ear, “Nice and wet. All for me.”

Your hands reach out to grab onto the railing, attempting to steady yourself. His hand moves from your mouth, down to your pussy, fingers pressing against your clit.

The balcony door opens, and you both freeze in your spot. Carlos moves his hand from your clit, turning your body and using you as a shield to hide himself from the guest joining you. He pushes all the way inside of you, and you fight the urge to moan. You feel your heart plummet into your stomach as Lando as your gaze meet’s Lando, who looks at you with a furrowed brow.

“Hey,” He slurs, “Been looking for you. Carlos c’mon, I wanna introduce you to someone.”

He waves his friend over in his direction, stumbling back into his apartment. He doesn’t close the door, simply leaning against it as he talks to someone inside as he waits for his friend to join him. You hear Carlos groan, feeling his supple lips pressing a kiss to your shoulder.

“Raincheck, mamita. I’m sorry.” He pulls out of you, and you whine softly at the emptiness. You turn and watch as he adjusts himself and his jeans, smiling apologetically. “Don’t leave without saying goodbye.”

He walks off towards Lando, and you watch as Lando drags him into the house. You breathe a sigh of relief, head falling into your hands. You take a couple of minutes to compose yourself, using your front camera to look at yourself. There are already small bruises forming on your neck, one on your collarbone. It’s too small to be covered by your hair, and you make a mental note to scold the Spaniard later. When your hair is covering most of the hickies, you rejoin the party. You grab yourself another drink, spotting Carlos talking to a girl with Lando smiling smugly between them.

A pang of jealousy runs through you. Something about the way he smiles at her and the laugh she lets out makes you sick. You turn away, deciding to immerse yourself into the crowd.

“Y/n!”

You turn and see Daniel, and you grin. “Danny!”

He hugs you tightly, “Long time no see. Miss seeing your face in the garage.”

The two of you catch up, the conversation flowing easily with more drinks in between. Time flies as you both delve into the details of your separate lives, ones that you both have missed in the time spent apart. You don’t notice the way Carlos watches you, eyes burning a hole into the side of your head.

“Whatcha got on your chest?” Dan asks, squinting his eyes and rubbing his collarbone to show you where he is referring to.

Your eyes grow wide, rubbing the red spot. “Ah, allergy rash I think.”

Dan nods, looking around and smirking into his beer bottle. “You know, Carlos has been looking at us this entire time. And if looks could kill… I’d be dead. Overkill.”

You go against your better judgement, turning in the direction of the Spaniard who stares directly at you. You turn away, cheeks tinging red. “Yeah. Weird.”

Daniel chuckles, “C’mon doll. You owe me one dance before he eventually murders me.”

You giggle, taking his outstretched hand and following him to the makeshift dance floor in the living room. The hiphop beats blare through the speaker, and you move your hips to the beat. Daniel dances along, one hand holding yours to keep you close. Maybe the alcohol was hitting a little harder than you’d like to admit, and that for the briefest of moments the feeling of Daniel’s hand around your own feels a little nicer than you thought.

“Mind if I steal her?”

You turn your head to find Carlos looking right past you, and towards the Australian driver. You don’t comprehend Daniel dropping your hand and his response, or the way Carlos nods to exchange a couple more words with him before he finally looks down to you. A shiver runs down your spine as his brown eyes bore into yours.

“Let’s go.”

He walks off, and you follow him like a lost puppy. You weave your way through the crowd, trying to keep up with Carlos’s long strides. You follow him right into a room, and he backs you up against the door and effectively shutting it. The lock licks, and Carlos’s lips are right by your ear, hand gripping your thigh to wrap your leg around his waist.

“Enjoy your time with Daniel?” He asks, grinding his groin against yours. Your voice is caught in your throat, and you fight moan. “Would you have gone home with him if I didn’t step in?”

“No,” You whimper, “No no no.”

Carlos smirks, stopping the movement of his hip to look at your face. You feel his fingers trailing down your arm, finding their way to tangle your fingers in his own. The same hand that Daniel had in his. “You sure?” Carlos asks.

You smirk, “Are you jealous?”

He laughs, looking out towards the window. The city lights illuminate his features, perfectly contouring every dip and curve of his fave structure. Your heart beats faster, and it’s like Carlos knows because he turns back to face you. His hand releases your thigh, fingers pushing your hair back so that he can look at the love bites along your neck. He leans in, kissing each one softly. Your eyes flutter shut, enjoying the gentle touches, his soft lips, the way his fingers feel slotted between your own.

“What if I was jealous, hm?” He asks against your skin, “What if I say that I was, that I am… what are you gonna do princesa?”

Carlos rests his forehead against yours, his amber eyes looking at you like he knows your answer, knows your next move. He fucking knows you like the back of his hand, and you know it. He nods, letting you know that you can move. You stare at him through your lashes, lowering your leg and dropping to your knees. You release his hand, your fingers undoing his jeans and pulling them down his legs to expose his thighs. You press soft kisses against them, feeling his muscles tense under your lips. You bat your eyelashes up at him, but he doesn’t notice with his head thrown back. Your fingers wrap around his hardened shaft, pumping softly as you kiss up his thighs.

Your fingers hook around the waistband of his black boxers, pulling them down his legs and watching as his cock springs free. Thick, veiny, the head already glistening with precum. Carlos looks down at you, eyebrow raised expectantly. His lips are agape, ready to say something, but your tongue licking base to tip shuts him up. You smirk to yourself, tongue swirling around the swollen head before taking him into your mouth. Slowly, your head bobs up and down, taking more and more of him into you until he hits the back of his throat. With your hand on his balls, you continue to pump his cock into your mouth. Soft profanities fall from his lips, words of praise for you to encourage you to keep going.

“So pretty with your mouth around me baby,” His hand cups your cheek, thumb swiping a stray tear. “Making me feel better already.”

You hum, and he moans in return. Carlos’s fingers weave through your hair, holding in his fist as he slowly thrusts into your mouth. Your hands grip his thighs to steady yourself, letting your jaw fall slack and allowing him to fuck your mouth. He’s gentle, slowly pushing himself further down your throat until you gag. He smirks, pulling his dick all the way out, a string of spit following.

“Stand up.”

You do as he says, rising to your feet where he greets you with a feverish kiss. The kiss is needy, teeth clashing and messy. He pulls away briefly, hand cupping your cheek as he studies your disheveled state. A small chuckle escapes him, thump swiping over your mouth to rid of the excess saliva. Carlos kisses you softly, hands trailing down to the back of your thighs and lifting you off your feet. Distracted by his soft lips biting, sucking, licking on the skin of your neck, you don’t notice him making strides across the room to plop you on the bed. His bare cock grinds against your clothed center and you moan softly. Carlos’s lips make their way to your chest, with his one hand lifting the hem and pushing your shirt over your breasts. He straightens his posture, admiring his handy work. Your neck, chest, torso littered with his love bites. Purple reminders of him, reminders that you are his.

“Carlos,” You whine, “Do something.”

He smirks, slender fingers pushing your skirt up your thighs and then hooking onto your underwear to pull it aside. With his free hand, he takes his middle finger and traces your slit. Gentle, teasing, causing you to buck your hips begging for more. His middle finger retreats into his mouth, tongue swirling to collect your arousal.

“Sabe tan dulce.” Tastes so sweet.

He pulls your underwear down your legs hastily, tossing the flimsy material somewhere in the room. With his thumbs, he pulls the lips of your pussy apart, revealing the glistening pink flesh. He sucks in his cheek, releasing a string of spit onto your cunt. You moan at the sight, spreading your legs even more. Carlos wraps his hand around his dick, pumping lightly as he leads the head to rub against your core, collecting the wetness before finally pushing into you. You moan at the stretch, the feeling of fullness as he bottoms out into your pussy.

“Fuck,” You moan, fingers reaching for the man above you. He leans down to meet your touch, hips relentlessly snapping his hips against yours.

“Couldn’t stop thinking about you,” He mutters, “Wanted to finish what we started.”

Carlos pushes the mess of hair away from your face, clearing way for him to kiss you. His lips mold into yours, the kiss hard and passionate, as he continues to fuck you mercilessly. You can barely keep up, mouth unable to keep up with the rhythm of the kiss as his dick bounces you up and down.

“Who makes you feel this good, mamita?” Carlos’s raspy voice asks, his breath fanning against your face. His hands grab your left leg, hooking it over his shoulder as his dick pounds deeper into you. You moan loudly at the feeling, and Carlos smiles devilishly, bottom lip sucked between his teeth as he admires the view below him. “Cmon baby,” He coos, teasing you, “Stupid off my cock already? Can’t answer me?”

You can feel his fingers weaving through your locks, gripping the hair at the base of your neck lightly as he forces you to look at him. Carlos pulls out almost completely, before roughly pushing his cock back into you, begging for an answer to his question. Your eyes screw shut, “Carlos, fuck.”

“What was that mamita?”

“You Carlos,” You breath out, fingers gripping his shoulders, nails scraping down the expanse of his back, “Only you make me feel good.”

“Mmmm,” He moans softly, “Left you so many pretty marks baby, remind you who fucks you this good. Remind you that you’re mine.”

You nod, black dots beginning to blur your vision as you feel the bubble in your stomach growing and growing. You are a mess of moans and panting below Carlos, fingers desperate to hold onto anything as you feel your orgasm approaching.

“Look at me baby, wanna see your face when you cum on my cock.” You force your eyes to open, looking directly into Carlos’s amber eyes as he rests his forehead against yours. He fucks you harder, the sound of skin slapping against each other and the mess of moans are pornographic. You beg him not to stop, to keep hitting that spot right there, and Carlos eagerly obliges. His dick thrusts into you over and over, hitting that spot over and over until your pussy is pulsating around him and you are screaming his name.

You don’t catch the satisfied grin on his face as you fall apart around him, the way he takes pleasure in your own. He continues to pump in and out of you, letting your ride out your orgasm and into his own. It its’t long until he’s coating your walls with his cum. Carlos collapses on top of you, a panting mess of his own.

You hum softly, pressing a kiss against his sweaty temple and fingers gently pushing the mop of hair off his forehead. His eyes are closed, but his lips are curved into a smile. He looks peaceful, content. You lay like that for a couple more minutes before he pulls out of you.

“So you were jealous.” You finally say, propping yourself onto your elbows and watching as Carlos walks across the room to grab his clothes. He doesn’t answer. You watch as he pulls his underwear and pants up, and then picking up your thong. He swings it in the air, looking at the thin material before stuffing it into his pocket.

Carlos walks back over to you, looking at your bright pink pussy and his cum slowly dripping out. He takes his middle finger, collecting it and pushing it back into your cunt. You yelp at the sudden contact, eyes wide as you look at him. You feel his finger swirl around you before he pulls it out. He lifts his cum covered finger up to your mouth, and you take his digit between your lips without a thought. You suck it clean, releasing it with a pop. Carlos takes your underwear from his back pocket and gently pulling it up your legs to cover you up.

He helps you onto your feet, and you look up at him. His expression is suddenly sullen as he studies your features.

“You said I’m yours.” You mumble.

“Are you not?” He asks, fingers pushing stray hairs behind your ear.

“You never asked.” You defend.

Carlos takes your hand and leads you to the bathroom attached to the room. He flicks on the light and turns you to the mirror. You gasp at the bruises that litter your neck, dark and aggressive. The man behind you grins, lifting your shirt to show off his work.

“Oh my god Carlos,” You breathe.

“Purple reminders baby.”

❃゜·。. ·°゜✼ ゜°· . 。·゜❃

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most-datable-datable-bracket · 29 days

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ROUND 4 MATCH 11

Claude propaganda:

"To say Claude has trust issues is an understatement—you have to spend half the game earning his. (Claude isn't even his real name!) Once you have it, though, he's absolutely ride or die for you until the stars go out. He is so full of heart and ambition: He wants both sides of his heritage to get along, he wants to open borders and eliminate xenophobia and promote equality between commonfolk, and deep down, I think he craves a partner to stand with him at that new dawn, or an equal who sees his vision for the future and will fight for it just as hard. Nobody believed in him when he was a kid, but if you put your faith in him, he'll return it tenfold. Some people don't like that he's calculating, or has to leave the player character at the end of the game to go back to his homeland, but both are necessary elements for his goals to change things. He will always come back, and everyone who bets against him and his love for his companions is wrong with a big fat W. #KhalidForMostDatablePrez"

"Claude is a fun little onion of facades. He calls himself the embodiment of distrust, he acts like he's carefree and without worries, an unscrupulous schemer--and so many in universe buy into that hook line and sinker. He's used to others viewing him with suspicion and uses it as armor to obscure his not-so-dark truth: that he cares immensely, that he values minimizing the loss of life, and that above all he has so much hope that people will fundamentally choose to do better given the choice.

His front guards a center that his conflict filled world would be happy to tear apart. As the child of people from two nations in constant conflict--one of which is explicitly isolationist and dehumanizes those outside its church's reach--he hasn't really had a place where he can be without his facade. As a child he thought he could run, but when confronted with the fact that this hatred existed no matter where he ran, he chose to instead try to create a more just and kind world.

His inability to let others in beyond his facade at first may lead to a sense of distance, but isn't it then all the more satisfying when you're allowed in? All he wants is a little trust, a little faith, and--like what he wants to give everyone--a chance to be better.

And like that you got a charming young lad with a fun personality that your grandma would be thrilled to have stay forever."

Fane propaganda:

“Okay yes he starts off as quite pompous, but he goes through SOOO much growth over the course of the game. He discovers his people have formed a force of world-devouring monsters and even though he still loves and sympathizes with them he acknowledges that the world he is currently in, the world that is YOUR home, is worthwhile and worth saving. He is literally stuck in a world that is alien and foreign to him and with your help he sees that it has value and beauty. Solas Dragon Age WISHES he had what Fane has. Get yourself a skeleton man who will forsake his dying world for you because you taught him to see the beauty and wonder in life.”

#claude von riegan #fire emblem #fire emblem: three houses #FE:3H #fane dos2 #fane #divinity #divinity original sin 2 #dos2 #Round 4 #MDDC 2

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octuscle · 9 months

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Help, I've been accidentally abandoned by my tour group out in the middle of nowhere, China! I have no idea how to communicate with any of the locals and nobody on the tour has been responding to my messages. i hope this app works, I have no idea how it functions...

Let me check out your immediate area…. There is a gym around the corner. Well… Something like that. The building is more like a stable or a barrack. The weights and equipment are homemade. But there's a TV that plays music videos…. Maybe someone here understands English…

The men who work out here are quite well defined. But they don't have much mass. Overall, you've never really noticed big bodybuilders from China at competitions. Hold on. You have never been to competitions. Or have you? Sure, you are an enthusiastic weightlifter yourself. Not a serious one. But you like to watch the big lads on stage. The men here in the gym look at you a bit questioningly. You show your gym bag. And look equally questioning. One man points to some hooks on the wall where clothes are hanging. There doesn't seem to be a locker room. Even though you have no idea where this bag with the training clothes and the prepared protein shake came from, you change and start training. None of the other men seems to find this strange… Every now and then someone looks over at you. Yes, you lift more than anyone else here. After you finish your set of bench presses, someone asks you if you can give them some tips. You do a set of lat pulls together and you correct his wrong moves. Only afterwards do you realize that you were talking in Cantonese. Yes, it's still difficult for you. But you've been living here for a few years now and it's getting better and better.

After you are done with the training, most people here want to have a selfie with you. You are truly an exceptional athlete, a role model for many of the men here. The music videos are interrupted by commercials. Fuck, that's you advertising for the biggest gym chain in the country. Sure, it's owned by your manager and you're involved.

It's good to work out in your old home in the deepest province. You are now at home in Chongqing. But your heart beats stronger here. You quickly fall back into the local dialect when you're here. And this is exactly where you will open the next gym of your fitness center group.

#male tf #muscle tf #reality change #chronivac #race change #male transformation #muscle transformation

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theworldofotps · 4 months

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Strangers

Pairing: Hook x Reader Word Count: 1,839 Description: Going from strangers to lovers to well he isn't sure now.

I've had this song on repeat since it came out and just had to write a piece based on it. Lewis is truly a musical genius and I'm so happy he released these bonus songs. 🖤

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Tag list: @omg-im-such-a-masochist @melissahausen @new-zealand-chic @writtingrose @99hook @sjwrites22 @sassymox @mrsacklesevansmgk @xladyxfatex @biforrollynch @irish-newzealand-idian-dutch @demonqueen29 @itsicantbelievethis666 @lilred91 @rebellious-desires @claymorexpunisher @letsgivethisonemoreshot @ava-valerie @shortyiceheart @serpantscorpio8497 @thatpanpal @thatnerdwriter @wrestlersownmyheart @vebner37 @auburnwrites @aews-four-pillars @seeingstarks @whenimakeitshine1234 @legit9thlunaticwarrior @blaquekitty @ironshamelessyouth @unoficialy-married-to-ace-austin @ripleyswhore @moonrosekk @xbreezymeadowsx @elevennbloom @melblacc @alliwant456 @mcreignsera If you wanna be added to the list lemme know. ________ Tyler could easily recall the first time he had met you, having gone out after a show to share a couple drinks with the lads while in New York. A bit crowded for a bar on a Wednesday night with more patrons than he would have predicted. Someone had the radio turned up a bit loud and Wonderwall was blasting from the speakers. “I hate this song, it’s so overplayed and let’s be honest they could easily find better music.” Turning his head Tyler couldn’t help a slight chuckle hearing the voice go on about the song currently playing throughout the bar. His eyes landed on you, glancing back at the lads to see they were all to engrossed in whatever they were watching on Dante’s phone. Tyler slipped away from the table and walked over to where you were chatting with the bartender.

“You’re not the only one with that thought, I can’t tell you the number of times I’ve heard this play in one night on the radio.”

Normally he wasn’t so forward, just walking up to a stranger and talking to them but he just felt the need to speak with you. It felt like a jolt of lightning when you turned and smiled at him, his heart fluttered against his ribcage.

“Thank you finally someone who knows what they’re talking about. The name’s y/n pleasure to meet you stranger.”

“Tyler and a pleasure to meet you, mind if I have a seat?”

“Not at all we can continue to talk about why this song needs to be forgotten already.”

You laughed bringing your drink up to your lips to take some of the cool crisp liquid in. Tyler watched in silence for a moment, laughing when your eyes rolled as the chorus came on.

“Honestly give it a break already we know we know after all you’re my wonderwall.”

“Sorta ruins the bar experience, you here by yourself?”

“Yeah, my friend bailed on me, so I figured I’d just sit here anyway, what about you?”

“Nah, I came with some of my friends there are over at one of the tables, but I think they’re watching a game on Dante’s phone, so I just left.”

“Do you think they’d mind if you ditched them to hang out with a stranger?”

“I don’t think they’d be thrilled but they know I can handle myself besides New York is my city I know this place like the back of my hand.”

“Well do you want to go to a park and sit with a drink we can chat there just hang out or something, Long as you promise you’re not a murderer or anything.”

Tyler laughed shaking his head in amusement as he ordered two bottles of drinks to go.

“No, I’m not a murderer I know a park just a few blocks from here.”

After telling his friends what was happening and promising to text them once he got home Tyler led you from the bar. Chatting the whole way to the park where you two sat for hours nursing your drinks and talking about everything you could possibly think of.

That was the first night you stayed at his apartment the two of you both far too interested by each other to even bother sleeping. When he walked you home, he made sure to get your number pressing a kiss to your cheek with a promise to see you soon as he could. Months passed and the two of you became practically inseparable, if you were staying at his apartment when he wasn’t traveling for work, he was staying at yours. You even went to a few of his shows once you found out what Tyler did for a living. It was no surprise when he asked you out for the first time when he had a month off work. He couldn’t seem to get you out of his head every time he was away, he was falling faster than he ever had before.

“Something is obviously bothering you babe.”

Tyler said as he laid on his side behind you gently rubbing your back, you’d been a quieter than usual since he got back from his last show.

“I read some of the comments from your fans on that picture Danhausen posted, they think that you and Kris are secretly together. And then I saw a thread where they were listing people you would be a perfect match with.”

You spoke softly looking at the wall you weren’t sure why it had gotten to you suddenly, the two of you agreed to keep your relationship private. You didn’t want the spotlight but there were still moments where you felt like you didn’t measure up to the beautiful women, he was surrounded by all the time. Tyler listened his frown deepening the more you spoke. Gently he tugged your shoulder so you would roll over to face him.

“Y/n, I can’t say I know what you’re feeling because I’m not you, but I know what it feels like to question your self-worth and feel like you aren’t good enough. But I can promise you there’s nobody else I’d rather be with than you. I’ve never fallen for someone like I have you and I mean that; I’ve waited all my life to find something like this. What we have is special, what we have is something I wouldn’t trade or let go of if I could help it.”

Tyler held your hand in his placing a soft kiss to your knuckles as his thumb gently rubbed little circles into the back of your hand. You listen pushing some of the hair out of his face as your heart swelled.

“You really mean all of that?”

“Swear it on everything, I love you y/n and you’re the only one for me I want everything that comes with it. And if it would make you feel more secure coming out and telling everyone we can I just want you to know that I want you and only you.”

It was the first time he’d ever said those words and it felt like his heart was lodged in his throat as he waited for your response. Your eyes searching his face as you smiled at him and leaned close your lips brushing ever so softly against his.

“I love you too Tyler.”

The joy and happiness that flowed through him was one he hadn’t experienced before he cupped your cheeks and kissed you. His body relaxing more into the mattress as the weight that had been on his chest lifted.

He knew it was coming before you had even said anything had noticed over the last few weeks you pulling farther away from him. Your replies to his messages while away were shorter and took longer for replies. Tyler knew the distance was starting to affect your relationship but he couldn’t help it he had a job that needed to be done and that included traveling. The bigger he got as a wrestler the more he was needed for public appearances. You had tried to be understanding but it had gotten to the point that you weren’t happy. The rumors flying that Tyler had taken a girl back to his hotel room hadn’t helped either, he did everything to prove to you that he was faithful. It was one of his coworkers Anna who came by long enough to pick up her boyfriend’s duffle bag that Tyler had grabbed by mistake. When you stopped by his place on one of the few nights, he was home he knew as soon as he opened the door what was coming.

“You’re breaking up with me, aren’t you?”

Tears filled your eyes as you nodded your head, you hated the thought, but you couldn’t drag this out any longer. Neither of you deserved that Tyler bit the inside of his cheek as his eyes watered, he looked at the ceiling hoping you wouldn’t notice how much this was killing him. Opening the door wider he seen an empty box in your hands and knew you had come to collect some of your things. This was it, the moment he’d been dreading for weeks and had hoped was just a figment of his overactive thinking.

He watched in silence as you collected some of your items slowly erasing yourself from the apartment.

“I’ll be back for the rest soon or whenever you’re home again.”

“You won’t reconsider, can’t we talk about this?”

His voice was gruff with tears, and it broke your heart to see him this way, giving a slow shake of your head you swallowed the lump building in your throat.

“This is for the best Tyler, I’m sorry but I just can’t do this anymore I wish you the best. I’ll never forget you.”

Pressing a kiss to his cheek you left closing the door leaving him alone with the silence the only sound he could hear was the ticking of his watch the pounding of his heart in his chest. Then the quiet sobs that were leaving him as he fell to the floor. He couldn’t believe you were really gone; sure, he could have tried to argue with you more. But he knew once you made your mind up about something, especially when it came to your happiness, there was no way to change it.

Falling asleep that night had been difficult, the smell of your perfume lingered in the bedroom and when he woke up, remembering this wasn’t a horrible nightmare, he broke down again.

Tyler spent the following weeks after locked away in the apartment the countless beer bottles surrounded his bed and stubbed out joints in the ashtray on his nightstand. He did everything he could to try and forget you, hoping the booze would dull the pain and the high would numb his mind. Nothing worked, here he was the days slipping by blurring into one long period. Every time his phone rang, and it wasn’t you he’d leave it there. His voicemail was finally full, his friends and family had been by more than once trying to get him to answer the door. The only way they even knew he was alive was the occasional reply to his dad.

He felt like his world had crumbled and buried him under the crushing weight of grief, the end of a relationship that had brought him such a joy he hadn’t known before. While you were out there moving on, he was stuck in a cycle of drinking and smoking to try and forget it all. He couldn’t understand any of it, he never imagined that going from strangers to lovers only to be strangers all over again would hurt this badly. It was a pain he wouldn’t wish on anyone and yet here he was going through that exact ache, only now he didn’t know how to cope. Didn’t know how he was going to get over this heartbreak or if he even could.

#Spotify #hook aew #hook fanfiction #hook x reader #aew hook #tyler senerchia #lewis capaldi #aew

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hi i was wondering if you could do aew boys reacting to you getting injured this is my first request. i love you storys🩷

OF COURSE SWEETHEART and thank you so much for the kind words

AEW Stars React to You Getting Injured:

Pairings: Hook X Reader, Eddie Kingston X Reader, Dante Martin X Reader, Ricky Starks X Reader, MJF X Reader, Kenny Omega X Reader, Daniel Garcia X Reader

Word Count: 1.1K

Supreme Speaks: hiiiiii...sorry for the spam for the past couple of days (just wanna get these requests out and make room for more)...THANK YOU FOR YOUR SUPPORT AND LOVE. thank you to @aew190 for the request. also the reader is unspecified so gender neutral (tailor it to your liking). Please remember that you are loved and appreciated.

Warning: not proofread

Taglist: @wwenhlimagines @hooks-martin @aew190 @hookerforhook @sheinthatfandom @eddie-kingstons-wifey

Backstory:

You were in a match (with an opponent of your choosing)

You were about to attempt a diving move (or signature move)

But then your opponent countered it; causing you to slip and hit your shoulder first extremely hard

You felt immediate pain and laid on the mat for a little bit as the ref checked on you

You decided to continue the match and you won, making the crowd cheer

Clutching your shoulder, you were able to walk yourself to the back where your boyfriend/best friend sat

Hook:

Man is worried; but it’s concerning to those around him

Like this man has not moved, blinked, nothing since you took that bump

Even though it wasn’t that bad of a bump, you dislocated your shoulder

He just kept looking at how you clutched your arm in pain

Hook lightly hugged your other side and whispered “As long as you’re okay, everything is fine.”

This man would be the best nurse; you never would have to lift a damn finger

Hook carries your bags, has all your favorite drinks and snacks in his bookbag, and never complains

Gives frequent updates to The Lads

“They lifted their arm today….to throw a pillow at me. But still, progress.”

Will help you gain your strength through workouts and therapy

Eddie Kingston:

Man is worried but he runs around like a chicken with his head cut off

Cussing everyone and they momma out, “Fuck you, fuck you, hi Ishii, and FUCK YOU CLAUDIO”

After figuring out the injury was not as bad as it could have been, Eddie immediately becomes that nurse that will do their job while complaining

You: Can you help me put this hoodie on?

Eddie: Oh my gawd, you are so needy….but yeah fo sure I gotchu

He doesn’t like to see you in pain; will distract you with old wrestling or him just going off about people

Despite him saying that he doesn’t like you or want to help you, he will never leave your side and will do anything to comfort you during this

(Man will tell jokes but never lies)

Will act like everything he does is no problem or it means nothing, but it does mean something to both you and him

Is secretly planning for revenge

Kenny Omega:

THIS SWEETHEART WOULD BE CRUSHED

His heart would literally fall apart as he realized what happened

Keeps watching the match to make sure nothing else happens

When you come backstage, he already talked to Tony about taking you off TV for a little bit

Gives you all the time and attention in the world

Wears your merch for support

Gets online to find a specialist for your injury

Will not leave your side; Kenny might actually move into your house temporarily to help out

“Why the hell is all your cups so damn high? This is not safe for a short injured demon like yourself.”

Kenny will spend all his days playing video games with you, helping you around the house, and getting you back in shape for the ring

All to make sure that you’re okay and safe

Daniel Garcia:

Okay; hear me out

Man would freak out and then once learning that your injury is not that severe, would turn up

I’m talking man would act like you’re not hurt and drag you to every social gathering he could

Shit might throw you a recovery party

“One club, another club, another club, brunch, another club.”

It’s his way of comforting you; as a person who was injured, he was deprived of socializing with others

He doesn’t want that for you; he wants you to recognize that just because of your injuries, doesn’t mean that you have to miss out on your friends

Will do anything if you ask him though

Daniel will also FaceTime you a lot so that you’re not missed throughout the locker room;

“Everyone say hi to Y/N, now everyone boo them cause they're not here.”

Ricky Starks:

Man is worried at first because he’s fought numerous injuries before

More or so worried about the aftermath of it for you; doesn’t want you to get left behind

Instantly thinks of ways for you to be on TV without being in the ring and pitches them on your behalf

Ricky: So then, Y/N interrupts them and is like “Hell No” like Brandi to Jade

TK: Ricky I-

Ricky: Wait your turn…..jackass

Is forever right beside you in case you need anything; doesn’t want you to feel alone

Will go with you to all your consultations and stuff, bring you all your favorite food and stuff

I also think Ricky would be the one to stop everything just to check on you; where it’s over the phone or in person

Also, if you have a cast or a brace, Ricky will bedazzle it in your sleep

Dante Martin:

THIS BABY

HE SUCH A BABY

As he is injured and his brother suffered from numerous injuries, he was instantly feeling bad for you

Lets you know that you are not alone

Sits backstage with you as The Lads got matches and storylines; talks about anything and nothing

I think (because of the fact Dante and I were born in the same year) Dante would definitely be cracking jokes about this

“At least we got each other during this. I got one leg and you got one arm, we’re practically one full person.”

Dude will do anything to make you smile;

Feels more content and happy with you beside him

Ya’ll are constantly pushing each other to go to physical therapy and recovery

if ya’ll weren’t dating beforehand, you definitely are now

MJF:

Instantly roasts you on Twitter

….Idk why you expected anything else…

Anyways, he would definitely take care of you by giving care and attention

While roasting you to your face; you are never safe from this man’s wrath

“You look like death…..NO YOU LIKE OPTIMUS PRIME WHEN HIS ARM GOT SLICED OFF AHAHA”

Will buy you unnecessary and extreme items for your recovery; but claims that he needs the state-of-the-art towel warmer (really it's for you)

ALSO the man will buy you a Burberry scarf and tell you it’s a fake, but it's actually real

I think he genuinely feels bad that you are injured and will try to make your life easier during this time in his own way

If he can’t be there for you, he’s bringing you on the road to keep an eye on you; will never leave you alone tbh

To others, Max just doesn’t really care for you but you and him both know that he’s trying his best and that’s all that matters

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