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bookgeekgrrl · 3 months

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My media this week (28 Jan-3 Feb 2024)

📚 STUFF I READ 📚

🥰 The Last Devil to Die (Thursday Murder Club #4) (Richard Osman, author; Fiona Shaw, narrator) - still loving the characters, love to hang out with them & Osman's plots move along nicely so you don't get bored at all. Fiona Shaw's narration is great & as a little treat she & Osman have a nice little chat at the end.

🥰 Four Letter Word For Intercourse (bendingsignpost) - 194K, destiel AU - adult college student Dean & professor (and phone sex worker) Cas - LOVE this fic so much & had kind of forgotten about it until it came up as a rec in one of my romance discord servers. Just, so good.

😊 Mrs Sidhu Investigates (Suk Pannu, author; full voice cast) - 2 episodes of the BBC Radio 4 program: #1 Murder with Masala; #2 Mrs Sidhu's Dangerous Highland Game - I prefer the slight changes made for the TV show's characterizations but still eminently enjoyable. (Meera Syal still absolutely rules!)

🥰 Lucky Bounce (Cait Nary) - extremely delightful hockey romance. Low/no angst, charming, cutie MCs. Definitely in the 'no plot, just vibes' category which honestly I love when done skillfully.

💖💖 +102K of shorter fic so shout out to these I really loved 💖💖

Ye Olde YouTube Love Story (Aria_Lerendeair) - The Sandman: Dreamling, 7K - love dreamling human AUs

Any Givens Sundae (dancinbutterfly) - Justified: Boyd/Raylan, 25K - excellently written 'what-if' pinging off a random line of dialogue: what IF Raylan had retired & decided to sell ice cream?

A Warning from Henry the Eighth (Writer_at_the_Table) - "I'm Henry VIII I Am" - Herman's Hermits: , 152 - a villianelle about I'm 'Enry The Eighth by Herman's Hermits - the creativity & cleverness of fan makers truly is boundless

master of a nothing place (strzyga) - Star Trek: Spirk, 6K - short, great fic about Spock going feral when they're trapped on a planet

📺 STUFF I WATCHED 📺

Austin City Limits - Pat Benatar & Neil Giraldo (s49, e9)

Austin City Limits - Duran Duran (s47, e11)

Murdoch Mysteries - s16, e7

Dirty Laundry - s3, e11

D20: Fantasy High: Junior Year - "Under Pressure" (s21, e4)

D20: Adventuring Party - "A Sea of Effluvia" (s16, e4)

Hazbin Hotel - s1, e1

🎧 PODCASTS 🎧

What Next: TBD - Why Is Everybody Sick?

Under the Influence with Terry O'Reilly - Cannabis Marketing

⭐ The Sporkful - Why Hibachi Gets Complicated

The Atlas Obscura Podcast - The Guerrero

How To! - How To Be Free Of Body Shame

⭐ The Atlas Obscura Podcast - Hello From The Otter Side

The Allusionist - 188. Lipread

The Weirdest Thing I Learned This Week - Nature's Weirdest Sleepers, Iron Maiden Myths, Parking Psychology

⭐ Today, Explained - Living in Zyn

It's Been a Minute - Ayesha Rascoe on 'HBCU Made' — and some good old college memories

⭐ Switched on Pop - The b*tch of loving musical theater (with Bridger Winegar)

99% Invisible #568 - Don't Forget to Remember

⭐ Vibe Check - You’ve Got Mouth Bangs, Girl

I Said No Gifts! - Lou Wilson Disobeys Bridger

Well, Now - How ER Taught Thousands Of Viewers About Cervical Cancer

Off Menu - Ep 220: Peter Capaldi

Films To Be Buried With - Kyle MacLachlan

The Atlas Obscura Podcast - Seeking The (Minnesota-shaped) Forest Through The Trees - Part 1 & 2

Welcome to Night Vale #241 - He Is Still Holding a Knife

I Said No Gifts! - Zac Oyama Disobeys Bridger

Dear Prudence - Am I a Bigot If I Don’t Want to Date Foreigners? Help!

What Next: TBD - The Taylor Swift Deepfake Saga

It's Been a Minute - Charlamagne tha Pundit?; plus, was Tony Soprano white?

⭐ All Songs Considered - Why we still love Green Day

Under the Influence with Terry O'Reilly - The Marketing of Taylor Swift: (Taylor's Version)

Consider This from NPR - Masturbation Abstinence Is Popular, And Doctors Are Worried

⭐ You're Dead to Me - Madam C.J. Walker

🎶 MUSIC 🎶

Pop Radio • Romance

'80s Metal

The Cars Radio • Pump-up

Psychobilly Swing

Rock Mix • Party

Presenting Iron Maiden

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roadtogracelandx45 · 1 year

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Country Song Fic Requests

I am going to start with 25 for now and then go from there

Some of the songs have names by them but it doesn't mean I won't write another one shot to the same song. I do another list in the morning with other music on it. this is just the music I usually listen to when I am writing

Fandoms I write for:

Top Gun: Maverick: All

Elvis (bio pic)- Elvis

Supernatural: Dean, Sam and Cas

Sons of Anarchy: Jax, Opie, Juice, Chibs, Kozik

Triple Frontier- All

Four Brothers: All

The Mighty Ducks- All

Twilight- The Cullens, Jacob, Bella

Harry Potter- The Weasley Twins, The Golden Trio, Remus Lupin, Sirius Black, Cedric Diggory

One Chicago: Jay Halstead, Kelly Severide, Matt Casey, Adam Ruzek, Antonio Dawson, Gabby Dawson, Leslie Shay.

The Outsiders- All

The Fast and Furious- All

Band of Brothers- All

WWE- Roman Reigns, Seth Rollins, Dean Ambrose, Triple H, Randy Orton, The Usos, Chris Sabin, Alex Shelley, Drew McIntyre, Petey Williams, Roderick Strong, Adam Cole, Kyle O'Reilly, Bobby Fish, Matt Jackson, Nick Jackson

Game of Thrones: Robb Stark, Jon Snow

Lord of the Rings: The fellowship and the Oakensheild company

Law and Order SVU: All

Master of the Air- Rosie, Buck, Bucky

01. Strip It Down- Luke Bryan-

02. Little White Church- Little Big Town- Elvis/ Sylvie ,

03. Goodbye Girl- Luke Bryan- Jax/Ryder ,

04. Hey, I am Country Man- Luke Bryan

05. Do I?- Luke Bryan

06. Play It Again- Luke Bryan

07. Someone Else Calling You Baby- Luke Bryan

08. Home Alone Tonight- Luke Bryan

09. Small Town Throwdown- Brantley Gilbert

10, Move- Luke Bryan-

11. Drunk on You- Luke Bryan

12. Knockin' Boots- Luke Bryan

13. Crash My Party- Luke Bryan

14. Kiss Tomorrow Goodbye- Luke Bryan

15. I Don't Want This Night To End- Luke Bryan

16. My Baby's Guns and Roses- Brantley Gilbert

17. Looking For Blue Eyes- Jesse Colter

18. Bottom's Up- Brantley Gilbert- Lewis Nixon

19. Girl Crush- Little Big Town

20. That's My Kind of Night -Luke Bryan

21. Don't You Want to Stay- Jason Aldean ft Kelly Clarkson

22. Cowboy Take Me Away- Dixie Chicks

23. Achy Breaky Heart- Billy Ray Cyrus

24. Friends In Low Places- Garth Brooks

25. Any Man of Mine- Shania Twain

26. Who’s Bed Have Your Boots Been Under- Shania Twain

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dirtywrestling · 1 year

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Hi I was wondering if you could do a Kyle O'Reilly x Male Reader x Finn Bálor smut fic? Both Kyle and Finn want the male reader but the reader decides to just get both of them.

Pairing: Kyle O'Riley x Male!Reader x Finn Balor

Warnings: 18+ Blog, Smut, Cursing, Slight Oral

Commissions: Closed

Imagines: Open

"It's either me or him, Y/N. Now pick!" Finn's Irish accent was thick and impatient along with the other male, Kyle waited for an answer.

"No more teasing, you need to pick, Y/N." Kyle spoke, his arms crossed over his chest tightly with a stern look on his face, slightly glaring at Finn.

Standing in front of Finn and Kyle who have both been nonstop flirting with you for months were now waiting for an answer. Your eyes darted back and forth between the two. "I pick." You started, your eyes went to Finn then back at Kyle. Both boys leaning forward with wide eyes waiting for an answer.

"I pick, both." You dropped to your knees in front of them. "I pick both of you, I can't decide. I need both of you, both of your fat cocks in my tight ass, both of your sweet kisses on mine and my cock." Your eyes stared up at the two men who looked at each other. As if they gave each other a silent agreement large smirks appeared on their lips.

"Okay." Finn and Kyle spoke at the same time and started to undo their zippers.

#finn balor #kyle o'reilly #finn balor imagine #kyle o'reilly imagines #wrestling imagines #wwe imagines #aew imagines #smut #male!reader #finn balor x male!reader #kyle o'reilly x male!reader #requested #imagines #wrestling

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blizzardsuplex · 10 months

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🥳😎+🤔 (fantasy book!)

Why did you start writing fanfic? With wrestle fic in particular? Well...before the Max^2 one I wrote I hadn't written longform fanfic in a long time, TBH; I'm too easily cowed by public opinion. I really wanted Caster and MJF content, though, so I made it - and then kept getting bitten by the bug again and again with different people. Also, I like filling underappreciated niches, hence writing two whole fics with Roderick Strong as a main character OMG (I'm kidding)

What fics do you prefer on a scale of canon compliant to wildly original?

My personal favorite: canon compliant relationships in wildly original settings :)

Would you ever want to book something canon if you got the opportunity?

Are you kidding me? You couldn't make me book an actual canon anything if you paid me :') I'm too unconfident. ...that being said, Roddy/Britt/Marina/a returning Kyle O'Reilly all trying and failing to convince Adam that no, you can't change MJF would be funny af.

#ask game #I heart you Izzy :sob:

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sweetdreamhellofanight · 3 years

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This Is Not A Date

Kyle O’Reilly x Reader Warnings: None Word Count: 1,977 Summary: You weren’t in love with Kyle, and Kyle wasn’t in love with you, either. [Requested]

You’d been on worse dates, you thought.

But you had hoped that this would’ve been different.

But the longer this date went on, the more you realized it wasn’t really a date at all.

You and Kyle had spent enough time around each other to feel comfortable, but tonight felt off. Neither of you were obviously comfortable in the stiff chairs and quiet conversations and soft music playing around you.

Neither of you were comfortable in the clothes you both had obviously picked out specifically for this date.

Not Cleaned Up Kyle in a crisp button up you’d never seen him wear before, with his hair neatly styled and the scent of cologne on him you’d never smelled before.

And definitely not you with a full face of makeup and a dress that you’d only worn once before on a different date.

And in the middle of all this formality between you and your best friend, you both were beginning to realize that all of this sucked.

Finally, you both sighed.

“This isn’t going well,” he said.

“Nope.”

He tried to smile,

“Maybe a date was a bad idea,” you said.

“I mean I’m having fun with you,” he said.

“Me too!” you agreed, quickly, “But I don’t think the romance part is working.”

“Yeah…” he trailed off. “I guess we’re not the romantic type.”

You shrugged,

“It just feels too formal for us, you know?” you said.��

“Yeah, the kinda place where I can’t do this,” he said, flicking his balled-up straw wrapper at you. It hit you right on the nose, making you laugh.

“Exactly,” you said, flicking your own straw wrapper at him, too. But he was quicker and moved out of the way, letting the ball of paper fly past him. “And I mean, come on, $28 for this entree? Like it’s not that good,” you said, pointing at your plate, nearly untouched, in front of you.

“I’m paying $13 for a drink that I don’t even like,” he said, motioning to the cocktail sitting beside him.

You both stared at each other,

“So...now what?” he asked.

“Split the bill and get outta here?” you asked, leaning forward.

“Please.”

You both paid the bill and left together, Kyle’s arm hovering over you as he let you pass first.

When you were both finally back in the car, he sighed and looked over at you,

“Okay,” he started, “so for the rest of our non-date, where do you wanna go?”

You leaned your head back and thought for a moment,

“God I’d kill someone for some pizza right now,” you said.

He laughed as he turned the car on,

“Well then, not only am I going to save my life, but I’m going to change yours, too,” he said.

***

It was the most uncomfortable spot, sitting on the hood of his car, your legs dangling off it, a box of pizza between you two.

“So?” he asked, his mouth full, eager for your approval.

“Life changed,” you said, your mouth full, too.

You were both quiet, sitting on his car parked on a gravel path outside the smallest, dingiest looking shop you’d ever seen.

The seats outside the shop were covered up, the order window was still lit up with a couple of other people hanging around, waiting for their food.

You breathed in the warm air, grateful to finally be out of that cold restaurant with the chairs that were too uncomfortable to sit in.

And though the hood of his car wasn’t any more comfortable than those chairs, it was the only place you wanted to sit now.

“You know,” he started, making you look at him. “I’m glad we called off the date.”

You smiled,

“Yeah I don’t think we’re the dating kinda people,” you said.

“Definitely not,” he replied.

“I mean, you didn’t even bring me flowers,” you said, making him laugh.

“Do you know how expensive flowers are?” he asked.

“That’s fair, they are ridiculously overpriced and I’m terrible at keeping them alive.”

“Exactly!” he agreed. “And you didn’t tell me how nice I look in the shirt that I ironed specifically for tonight,” he added.

“You ironed your shirt for me?” you asked.

“Uh, yeah? That’s what you do for a date,” he said, smirking.

“Well it looks very nice,” you said, pinching the collar of his shirt between your fingers, “very crisp.”

“Yeah I almost burned it. I hate ironing shirts,” he said, making you laugh.

“I appreciate it.”

“Thank you. And your makeup looks nice, too. That, you know...the thing with your eyeliner, where you make it, like, blend? With the shadow? Very nice, you look like a vampire.”

“No one ever says vampire, thank you,” you replied.

“I got you,” he said, with a wink.

It was quiet again, but both of you were still smiling, and the awkwardness of the restaurant had faded away.

Now all that was left was you and Kyle, at your best.

“God why did we decide to go to that restaurant when we could’ve been here this entire time?” you asked, picking up another slice.

“That wasn’t even my idea, that was all Bobby, he said it was the perfect place for us,” he said. You shook your head,

“Damn you, Bobby,” you said.

“God it’s like you make a few jokes together and suddenly we’re prom king and queen,” he said, sarcastically.

“Yeah, like everyone sees us hanging out together all the time and suddenly we’re in love with each other,” you said.

“I’m not in love with you,” he said.

“And I’m obviously not in love with you, either,” you replied.

“Of course you’re not, you’re in love with whatshisname...Denmark? The guy that keeps trying to kill me?”

You nearly choked on your bite from laughing,

“Are you talking about Ridge Holland?” you asked.

“Yeah, that’s what I said, Denmark!”

You rolled your eyes,

“I’m not in love with Ridge,” you said.

“Mmm, no I think you are,” he said.

You shook your head,

“Well if you say so then it must be true,” you replied, sarcastically.

“Of course it’s true, you’re my best friend, I know everything about you.”

You smiled at the ground.

You weren’t in love with Ridge, you weren’t lying about that. It had been a little bit of harmless flirting for you. And you knew it was just a little teasing from Kyle, like he always did, but it wasn’t the thought of Ridge that made you smile.

It was the way he’d said it with such certainty, calling you his best friend that made your heart swell.

And it was because he was your best friend that you both had agreed to go on a date, and then called the date off, and still stayed together.

“Well, he did ask me out the other day...but I said no. Maybe I’ll give him a call later, since obviously this isn’t going anywhere.”

He shrugged,

“Yeah go for it,” he said, “just don’t bring him here, okay? This is my secret place and I brought you here cause I trust you.”

“Don’t worry, I promise I won’t tell a soul about it,” you said, linking your pinky finger with his.

You both stayed like that, pinky fingers interlocked, finishing the pizza and talking about nothing and everything all at the same time.

And you didn’t miss the stuffy restaurant one bit, or care that the heat of the night was melting the makeup off your face, because you finally felt comfortable for the first time that evening.

After a while, Kyle sighed loudly,

“You wanna get going?” he asked, finally, the box between you both now empty.

You nodded,

“It’s getting late,” you said, “probably should just head home now.”

He jumped off the car first, holding out his hand for you next.

***

You weren’t in love with Kyle, and Kyle wasn’t in love with you, either.

It was the one thought that kept coming back to you as he drove you home.

You thought you were, it was the whole reason you agreed to the date in the first place.

You two made sense together, and were used to everyone around you believing you two were more than just friends.

So when Kyle had brought up the idea of going out on a real date together, you’d said yes.

You thought it would be the start of something romantic, like all your friends had tried to convince you of.

But the more time you spent with Kyle tonight, you wondered if you two had just gone about it all wrong.

You loved him, but you weren’t in love with him.

But you loved every second of your day that was spent with him.

And you loved the way he did everything he could to make you smile, and somehow always knew what days you needed it most.

And you loved the way he smiled at you, like you were the funniest person on the planet, when you both knew full well that he was the funniest man alive to you.

And you just loved being with him, no matter the reason.

So when he parked his car on your driveway, and turned to you, and smiled, you sighed.

You weren’t ready for the night to end.

But you weren’t sure what else you wanted, or if he would even want the same.

“Thanks for the two-for-one date tonight,” you said.

“My pleasure,” he said, with a wink. “See you tomorrow?” he asked.

You paused, smiling slyly at him. He raised an eyebrow, slightly confused at your hesitation,

“Listen...” you started, leaning closer, one hand on his arm, “you’re a great guy, but...it’s not you...it’s me.”

He feigned shock,

“Are you breaking up with me?” he asked, trying not to smile.

You nodded, mimicking his expression. His lip quivered, and he blinked quickly, pretending to wipe a tear away,

“I’m sorry I can’t be that man for you,” he said, quietly.

“And I’m sorry I can’t be that woman for you,” you replied, gently squeezing his arm.

“Is it cause you’re not in love with me?” he asked.

“And cause you’re not in love with me,” you replied, fighting off a smile, now.

But neither of you could keep it up, the two of you bursting into laughter at the same time, moving closer to each other.

“Well I’m glad I didn’t try to kiss you,” he said, making you laugh again.

But you both stayed in your spots, and your hand still stayed on his arm, leaning in close to one another, neither of you ready to end the night.

And you thought of how comfortable it felt with him, and how you could stay in this spot all night with him.

“I had a really nice time, though,” he said, “all jokes aside.”

You nodded,

“I did too,” you said.

“And maybe we weren’t entirely wrong about it,” he said.

“We weren’t?” you asked, quietly.

He shrugged.

“Maybe we’re not a Fancy Restaurant Date kinda people,” he said.

“Maybe we’re Roadside Pizza Place kinda people,” you finished.

“Exactly.”

“Well…” you started, “maybe we’ll just have to test that theory out again. Just to make sure, you know,” you added.

“For science, obviously,” he replied.

And this time, you leaned in closer, watching as he smiled wider, your hand moving to his, lacing your fingers together,

“And this?” he asked, moving closer to you. “Is this for science too?”

“Of course it is,” you replied, “Cause you know, I’m still not in love with you,” you said, quietly, his lips inches away from yours.

“Good,” he said, softly, “I just had to make sure, or else that would make this kinda weird,” he finished, smiling as he closed the distance between you two, finally kissing you.

#NXT Fanfiction #Kyle O'Reilly #Kyle O'Reilly x Reader #my writing #requested #this is the first kyle fic i've ever written and i am very nervous because i really hope you guys like it #god i love this goofy ginger with my whole heart #****

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snarkwrites · 3 years

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s | dance ➼ k.o’reilly | s

➼ Before I even start, I wanted to point out that this content is obvs not meant for minors. Credit to @the-purity-pen for the prompts which can be found [here]. While I won’t make 31.. I hope to at least make 13.

Okay, so.. all I have to say for myself here is uh.. Saw a picture of Kyle’s gorgeous af thighs and it uh.. It inspired thots. This is not full on sexual. But it’s still not all that safe for the kids out there, so yeah.

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thigh riding

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Reader rides Kyle O’Reilly’s thighs at a costume party in a nightclub? There’s a lot of touching and kissing and such but anyway, I digress.

┇ᶜʰᵃʳᵃᶜᵗᵉʳ | ᶠᵃⁿᵈᵒᵐ | ᵖᵃᶦʳᶦⁿᵍ┇

Kyle O’Reilly x Friend!Reader, wwe-nxt ┇ᵗᵃᵍᵍᶦⁿᵍ ᵐʸ ᵇᵃᵇᵉˢ;┇

@kyleoreillysknee

@rampagewriting

@writertoo18

@thatnerdwriter

@wrestlingismyguiltypleasure

@chasingeverybreakingwave

@waywardwrestlewritingwaif

@sassymox

@hungmanhorsecarriage

@wardlow

@ryantaylorgirl

@hotyeehawman

@gabbynorth98

@linziland13

@bec0m

@irish-newzealand-idian-dutch

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@littlemsbliss06

@barzal-burakovsky

“Come on. This is a good song. Please? Just one dance, Kyle.” you’re begging him but he chuckles and shakes his head no. It makes you pout at him and poke out your tongue. “Fine. I’ll go find Roddy. He always dances with me.” you threaten, despite the fact that you’d really rather dance with Kyle and not Roderick Strong.

Your statement makes Kyle tense up and he swallows hard, glancing over to the dartboard where Roderick Strong and some of the other guys are hollering and high fiving and laughing as they play a round of darts. He tears his gaze off of Roderick and winds up staring at you instead. It happens a lot lately.

The more he’s around you, the harder it is not to act on the way he feels. He never planned to fall in love with his best friend and now that he has, every little thing gets to him.

Like what you’ve just said about going to dance with Roderick.

Kyle never particularly enjoys losing. And the last thing he wants to do is lose you. Especially not to Roderick Strong, village idiot.

You’re about to walk away and something in him snaps. He reaches out and grabs you by the hips, pulling you back to him as he presses against you from behind and mumbles against the shell of your ear, “C’mon... Don’t go.”

Your breath catches in your throat and it takes a few seconds but you pull yourself together and turn to face Kyle as you raise your arms and slip them around his neck. You take a calculated risk and lean against him a little, breathing in the scent of his cologne as you toy with the front of his thin and faded black tee shirt.

The one that always makes you feel as if you’ll swallow your tongue because it fits him a little too well, particularly in the biceps.

You pout up at him a little. “But I want to dance.” you mumble quietly as you add to it, “And you said it yourself. You don’t dance.”

“And I don’t. But..” Kyle trails off, swearing in frustration. He didn’t really have a plan when he stopped you from going over to Roddy beyond stopping you and now he doesn’t really know what to do next. “Look, I can’t dance, okay? You watch the show, you’ve seen what I call dancing.”

You nod and you give a soft giggle. “It’s not that bad.”

Truthfully, every single time he did the air guitar on the belt, your eyes were glued to the way his hips moved like magnets. You can’t.. If you were to tell him this you’re afraid that things will get awkward.

And you’d rather have Kyle in your life than try for more than he’s willing to give and wind up without him in your life at all. It’s a trade-off. It’s one you thought you could live with but lately, you’re discovering you just can’t.

“Babe..” Kyle realizes what he’s just called you and he goes quiet. His eyes settle on his shoes and he swallows hard.

You just barely manage to stop yourself from whimpering. You do it by reminding yourself that you’ve both had a drink or two and you’re going to assume that he meant it as a friend thing.

But his arms are still around you. And just a few seconds ago when he pressed against you from behind, you could feel the way his cock pushed against his jeans as if it were ready to burst out.

It’s almost like torture.

In the best and the worst way.

Kyle takes a deep breath or two and he sinks down into a chair nearby. You lock eyes with him and you’re pouting. There are guys staring at you and it’s really starting to get to him.

He reaches up and pulls you down into his lap and you settle against him, swallowing hard as you lock eyes with him again. “Kyle?” you stammer.

The side of his finger presses up against your lips and silences whatever you’re about to say next. It’s not as if it matters because the way he’s holding you in his lap right now makes whatever you are about to say leave your mind.

Earned It starts to play and you squirm around in his lap a little, full of energy. His hands move up and down your back before settling across your ass with his fingers locked together. Firmly holding you in place.

He’s still staring but now he’s humming along with the song as he does it. And now, you’re staring too. Your eyes break from his gaze and settle on his lips and you lick your own as you try not to think about how it would feel to just close the distance between the two of you and brush your lips against his.

He leans in just a little. “Do you still wanna dance, babe?” the words come out in a husky whisper that has you dripping. You don’t manage to stop the quiet whimper before it slips out of your mouth this time and the sound has him swallowing hard. Leaning in even closer as his hands squeeze your ass and he pulls you closer, closing the distance between your mouths. “Did you just whimper?”

“I…” you try to come up with an answer, any answer, but nothing comes. It’s as if your brain has truly chosen to short circuit. “Yeah. I still wanna dance. But..” you’re about to protest because now you feel bad, you feel like you might have guilted him into it and you’re trying to backpeddle so things don’t get awkward and tense.

“But what?” Kyle questions. As the corner of his mouth brushes right against your own, your breath catches in your throat and you wind up whimpering all over again. Scooting yourself even closer to him as your legs circle his waist. The thick soled boots you were wearing with your costume hit the floor with a quiet thud and your heart is beating so loud you can hear it and feel it.

“We.. We don’t have to stand back up or anything, it’s..” you’re stammering even worse now because when you moved closer to him, you wound up centered over one of his thick thighs and you’re not sure if you put yourself there or if Kyle used his grip on your body to guide you there.

Everything is happening as fast as the speed of sound and yet somehow, it’s entirely too slow.

Kyle rubs his chin thoughtfully and his eyes settle on your lips just in time to watch a pink and wet tongue drag slow over the outline of your lips. Lips he’s been dying to kiss for a while now if he has to be honest with himself. This time he’s the one who whimpers before he can stop himself and the whimper is accompanied by him pulling your body as close to his as he can get it. The contrast of your soft little body against his hard muscles has him getting hard all over again, -or maybe it’s the way he can feel your pussy getting warmer and wetter because he’s got you straddled over his thigh, he’s not sure which, but he’s hard enough to break and it hurts.

“We don’t, hm?” he mumbles against the shell of your ear.

“I.. I don’t wanna make you get back up.” you mutter before going quiet. “We could..Nevermind.” you stop shy of suggesting what you’re thinking, but the thought is heavy on your mind; tempting. You wonder what he’d think if you just went for it and gave him a lapdance and the thought has your entire body heating up. You’re getting wetter, too.

His hands move up your body, settling on your hips and before he can stop himself, he’s using his grip to drag your cunt over his thigh. “Does that work?” his eyes lock on you as he asks the question. Sucking in a ragged breath because he can feel the warmth and the way your panties are soaked.

One of you has to make the first actual move, he reasons. With the thought in mind, he closes the distance between your mouths as a hand leaves your hip, settles in the hair at the back of your head. His other hand squeezes your hip and he uses the grip to guide you over his thigh back and forth all over again as his mouth collides with your mouth. His tongue pushes past your lips and tangles with your. You’re starting to rock yourself back and forth over his thigh as your stomach coils tight and the friction you get, even though it’s not enough to satisfy and it’s not what you really want right now, is enough to have you gasping as the kiss breaks and you pull away from each other to breathe.

“Kyle?” you mumble his name in a daze. Kyle swallows hard and takes a deep breath. “Yeah?”

“I never really wanted to ask Roddy to dance with me in the first place, I…” you trail off because you’re not even sure why you’re admitting to this. Kyle grins and gives a soft laugh as his forehead rests against yours and he stares into your eyes. “I didn’t want you dancing with Roddy. Kinda makes me jealous whenever you’re around him, because I..”

You’re still rocking back and forth over his thigh and you’ve pressed yourself down even more. Kyle wants -no, he needs you closer. He grabs hold of your hips and pulls you into his lap completely and you wrap your legs around him again. The change in position presses you right up against the way his cock strains at his jeans and your head falls back as you moan quietly. His mouth crashes against your mouth all over again. Deeper and slower.

You pull away to breathe and you ask quietly, “You what?”

“I want you to myself. I love you, okay?”

He takes a shaky breath as he waits on a reaction from you.

Your hand settles across the back of his head and you’re pulling his mouth against your mouth all over again as you rock and rub yourself against the way he’s strained at his jeans. His teeth latch on to your bottom lip and he tugs at it as you whine breathlessly into his mouth.

“I love you too.” the words come easy for you and as soon as you’ve said them it feels like the weight of the world has been lifted. Kyle’s holding you as close as he can and his hands are all over you.

“Can we go somewhere more quiet?” you lean in to mumble the question against the shell of his ear and wordlessly, he stands and starts to carry you out the doors of the nightclub and into the parking lot.

He can’t get you away from all the noise and distraction fast enough. He finally has you all to himself...

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daddyhausen · 3 years

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• wake up call — kyle o’reilly •

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{ word count } — 1.3k

{ genre } — smut

{ warnings } — smut, 18+, { minors do not interact }, morning sex, make masturbation, multiple orgasms, cumshot, facial, oral sex, { m + f receiving } blowjob, daddy kink, edging, mild degradation, name calling, cock riding, m + f orgasms, squirting, creampie

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his actions were subtle, quiet. trying his best to silence himself as the early morning sun bled through the blinds. he could not help himself, the sight of you wrapped up in satin sheets, body naked, marked with the bruises of his lust from the previous night. it awoke something in him, a fiery arousal that could not be extinguished. his body still bare, mind still coming out of sleep as he sat up, feeling his cock bulge against the satin as you shuffled slightly in your sleep, the fabric riding up a bit, revealing your perfect ass to his sight. a part of him wanted to grab it, squeeze the soft flesh between his fingers, but the sight of you, sleeping soundly, he could not bring himself to wake you up.

his arousal could not be contained much longer, the familiar thrum had returned, much like it had mere hours ago. his cock flushed with heat, glossy beads of pre-cum coating his tip, begging to roll down his thick shaft as he freed his size from the sheets. slowly he wrapped a hand around his shaft, even just the slightest touch of his fingertips against the pulsing veins already left his body with shivers. with closed eyes he began to pump himself, letting his mind wander for a second, imagining wrecking your pretty cunt, filling you up.

“fuck princess-“ he moaned, clenching his teeth, a thick growl leaving his lips. eyes peering open to notice that your body had become free of the sheets, body expose and bare to him. you had rolled over onto your back, your pretty pussy free for his eyes to see. he had noticed your pretty cunt glistening with your sweetness, hinting that your were silently listening in on him. he kept his eyes on you, seeing your hips swirling slightly, thighs clenching together. he felt his cock twitching in his palm, he could see a smile form on your lips, realising that your were now awake. quickly he hovered over you, continuing to pump his cock, feeling his orgasm nearing.

“open your mouth” he demanded, smiling softly as your mouth opened slightly, your tongue hanging your out mouth, awaiting his warmth. he cupped your cheek, a lengthy moan leaving through his clenched teeth, hot ropes of his cum painting your lips white. your eyelids fluttering opens, licking your lips clean. you leaned up kissing him roughly, flipping him over so you were on top, his back flat against the mattress, shuffling upwards until he was resting against the headboard.

“what an unusual way to wake me up” you teased, bitting his bottom lip as he let out a long moan, watching you shuffle downward until your lips rested against the base of his cock, peppering small kisses to the skin.

“i couldn’t help myself, you looked so fucking good” he whined as you wrapped your hand around his cock, his size making your hand look small in comparison. he threw his head back with a moan, a small chuckle following as the pad of your thumb traced shapes around his cum-covered tip.

“i can’t argue with that” you chuckled softly, giving a little kitten lick to the tip of his cock, he hissed slightly, fingers winding into your hair as you slowly lowered your mouth onto his cock. sucking him greedily.

“princess...” he groaned, letting his head fall back against the headboard, his skin flushed a light pink as moans spilled from his lips. he loved the sight of your head bobbing up and down on his cock, the faux innocence batting beneath your long eyelashes as you took his size selfishly. “you’re gonna make me cum again”

“i know, daddy” you pulled off his cock slightly, to speak, giving a cute giggle before returning almost immediately. something about the name you called him, you’d rarely call him that yet each time it would drive him wild, especially with his impending orgasm just around the corner.

“you little slut, you love choking on my cock, don’t you?” you merely giggle around his shaft, nodding as you felt his size twitch against your cheek. he gave a sputtered moan, feeling his release reach its boiling point, soon before fading away into nothing.

“that wasn’t a good idea, princess” he growled, grabbing your forearms as your made your way to your knees. a certain dominance radiated in his irises, sending shockwaves to your cunt.

“what are you gonna to about, huh?” he merely scoffed at your response, tugging your wrists so that your were pulled into his lap, before quickly flipping you over, positioning himself between your thighs at the edge of the bed.

“returning the favour” his tongue began to trace shapes into your soaked pussy, diving deeper, exploring ever crevice of your warmth, your fingers found their way to your clit, rubbing furious circles into the sensitive nub with a low moan, only for kyle to swat them away, replacing them with his own fingers, swirling rough circles into it. he pulled away for a second, moving his fingers from your clit, taking the bundle of nerves between his teeth, rolling it between them, the sensation making your back arch, body shuddering as a shaky moan left your lips, instantly clasping a hand across your mouth to quiet yourself. kyle held you still, keeping a firm grasp on your hips, tightening each time you attempted to back away. his mouth worked wonders on your cunt, only for him to pull away, lips glistening with your sweet juices, licking them clean as he stood up, stroking his cock with a smirk. what a bastard.

“now you know how it feels, my little slut” he voice low, a slight tease in his words as he sat back down on the bed. “come ride my cock, i wanna fill your pathetic pussy”

you crawled towards him. your hips with a seductive sway as you sat on his lap. you cupped his cheeks, bringing him in for a rough kiss, the faint scent of his minty cologne still lingering against his skin, against the sheets. a tingle rang throughout your body, his fingertips tracing shapes into your back, inching lower, until his reached your ass, cupping it in his palms, squeezing roughly until a moan slipped past your lips. lifting your hips slightly, he eased himself into your soaked cunt, not hesitating to wreck you. your pretty pussy held a death grip on his cock, squeezing and milking him of every drop of his cum.

“daddy, fuck me harder!” you whined, letting your lips spill sinful profanities as he bucked his hips up to meet yours, his tongue swirling around your skin, sucking marks into your neck, moving down until he met your nipples, nipping it roughly between his teeth. you groaned through a whine, your hips bouncing up and down on his cock, feeling the veins graze against the inside of your pretty cunt

“who knew you were so horny in the morning baby” he chuckled into your nipple, sucking hard, holding your still as he slammed his cock into you. your fingers threading through his hair, tugging so that he was looking up at you.

“says the one jerking off before” he rolled his eyes, giving one rough thrust up into your, sending your eyes rolling back into your skull, your moans heightening in pitch, feeling your pretty cunt tighten around his size. your perky breast bouncing so much he had to grasp once, his thumb flicking at your sensitive nipple.

“fuck baby, keep going, i’m so close” he pulled you into a kiss to silence your whines, his cock destroying your tight pussy with ruthless thrusts

“daddy please! i’m gonna cum!” you cried, your toes curling in anticipation of your release.

“that’s it princess, cum for me” as soon as his words hit your ears, your orgasm washed over you, sweetness gushing all over his stomach with an exhilarated moan. the subtle twitch of his thick cock, filling your tight little pussy with his sticky warmth, breath heavy in his chest as he placed you beside him on the bed.

“i’m waking you up like that every morning, princess”

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snarkwriteswrasslin · 3 years

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20.12, knee socks & stolen shirts, kyle o’reilly.

Title: knee socks & stolen shirts

Theme: fireplace/ stockings... again, trust me. it’s theme adjacent-ish.. sorta...

Fandom / Character(s): Kyle O’Reilly and a reader that’s partially inspired by myself tbh. No sense in lying. I did /try/ to keep all physical appearance details out of this aside from roommate/reader being female. Try is the operative here.

Warnings: uhh.. dry humping / making out. roommates to lovers? is that a trope/thing? i feel like it is... Uhh.. a few swear words... Not much else...

Word Count: my guesstimate is roughly around 2.8k. Maybe sliiightly over.

This is my entry for the day for @champbucks 12 Days of Christmas challenge on @12daysofchristmas. It was written in a fit of thirsting over Kyle, as one does... And my mighty need to take the suggested theme and of course, put my own twist to it.. because stockings doesn’t just have to imply those that are hung over the fireplace.... I made the banner thing used here, so no stealing or reposting it, please and thanks?

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The comforting glow and warmth of the fireplace and soft white Christmas lights strung on a tree over by the floor to ceiling window greeted Kyle as he stepped into the apartment, shutting the door behind him and locking all 3 locks. One glance around the dimly lit living room revealed that apparently, his roommate had decorated for Christmas and that had him giving a goofy grin as he chuckled to himself and peeled off the jacket that he wore over his hoodie and then bent to take down his sneakers off.

A sock clad leg settled over the back of their couch and out from beneath the red and black plaid throw that barely covered her, a second away from slipping off and settling on the floor. He could hear her light snores. The television set was on the channel that NXT normally aired on, but It’s A Wonderful Life was just starting.

Everything just felt so cozy. All the tension and craziness of the past few weeks plus the tiredness from traveling seemed to melt away from Kyle, leaving only comfort.

The overpowering feeling that this was home and damn, was it good to be back.

His eyes settled on her sleeping form just as she rolled over, face partially buried beneath the pillow she’d apparently bought out from her own room. He chuckled softly at the sight of her, rubbing his chin a moment in quiet thought as it hit him..

Somewhere in between her answering his ad for a roommate and now, he’d fallen for her. And as he thought back on the whole realization, he figured out that yes, he could pinpoint the exact moment. And now that he was sitting there in the dimly lit living room and actually thinking about it, Kyle saw no reason to keep it to himself.

But the question remained.. Exactly how did he proceed from where he was right now?

It was what he was trying to figure out when he heard her soft whimpers across the room and had to shift around on the stool in which he sat because just the sound… The sight of her legs. The way the fireplace’s soft glow lit her sleeping form and made long hair seem to shine as she lie there. The little soft sighs and other sounds she made as she continued to sleep on blissfully on the couch were doing all sorts of things to him.

The blanket she’d had barely covering her gave up it’s fight to stay and slid down the side of the oversized suede sectional and settled to the floor in a pile. Kyle stood and made his way over, mostly on autopilot for the time being and he bent, retrieving the fallen blanket. Bending at the waist to put it over her. And just as he was about to, she rolled onto her back, long locks fanned out on a pale winter white silk pillow cushion, her arms stretched out lazily.

His eyes settled on the familiar long sleeve shirt she happened to be wearing and it clicked as to why exactly the shirt was so familiar.

It belonged to him.

His hand raised, catching in close cropped hair as he continued to stare down at her. He wondered how long she’d had it. He tried to convince himself that she’d just grabbed a shirt to throw on earlier and hadn’t realized. Or maybe his shirt got mixed in with her laundry, it’d happened to him a time or two. One memorable instance was the time a pair of her panties got stuck inside the leg of his jeans, only to fall out in the aisle as he boarded the plane.

,, your first clue you felt something for her should’ve been just how jealous you got every single time Roderick attempted to flirt with her, or the way he teased you about her underwear the whole flight and you got downright protective. As if she were yours and yours alone. Not to mention all the endless fantasizing you’ve been doing about her lately...” the realization crept in as he replayed it over in his head.

Now it was all starting to make so much sense.

He took a few shaky breaths and worked on pulling himself together. He’d just turned to walk away, intending on going straight to his room because he needed to think. He needed to ground himself and get some focus to figure out what he was going to do with everything that was occurring to him currently and he just… Couldn’t like he needed to with the distracting temptation of her sprawled out sleeping on the couch.

Another quiet whimper shattered the silence from behind him. But it wasn’t the sound itself that had Kyle turning back to stare down at her as he strained to hear and his breath caught in his throat all over again, no… It was what she whimpered as the sound was made.

His name. Softly. And not just the one time either, at least two or three times. Followed by a contented little sigh and more words muttered in a lower tone so that he couldn’t exactly be sure of what she’d said.

He eyed her, briefly convincing himself that she was awake and teasing or something.. but then one good look at her revealed that no, she was still asleep. With no actual clue what she was saying or doing, apparently.

If he thought he was hard enough to crack concrete before, it was… So much worse now. And still getting harder with each second and every single little sigh or purr or other quiet noise she managed to make. His fists clenched at his sides and he took a few deep breaths.

It did nothing to help him or calm him down.

She tossed a little in her sleep, the little movements sending the bottom of the shirt up over a pair of red and white striped panties that matched the over the knee socks she was currently wearing and Kyle let out a quiet groan of frustration.

He needed to go think. Figure things out.

Bearing the thought in mind, he turned, intending to walk out of the living room and down the hall to his own room, but in his haste to get out of there, his shin banged right against the metal leg of the low to the ground coffee table.

The sound was loud.

Kyle tensed a little, not even daring to look back and see if it might have woken her up….

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The sound of something hitting the coffee table had me opening one eye slowly and immediately sent me into a bit of an internal panic when the dim glow of the fireplace across the room revealed that Kyle was home.

A whole day early.

I watched him clutching at his shin and hopping around a little, soft little grin on my face while his back was turned to me and then, it hit me…. I was wearing one of the shirts I stole out of his closet right after he left to go back on the road.

And I had no way to get past him, because he was standing right in front of me.

,, Okay.. best way to play this is totally oblivious. Pretend you’re just now waking up. Don’t mention the fact that why yes, you’re wearing one of his shirts… Act normal.” my mind coaxed, prompting me to sit up and stretch, make a big show of yawning out loud to get his attention. Kyle turned around and I rose from the couch, coming to a stop in front of him.

“I hope you didn’t mind that I decorated…” I nodded to the room we stood in, giving a sheepish little smile as I tilted my head and met his gaze. ,, please don’t notice your shirt on me… please don’t notice your shirt on me…”

Kyle gave a quiet chuckle and yawned a little himself, “See what you started?” with a teasing grin. He nodded to the fireplace, lined with two red and black plaid stockings and gave another quiet chuckle. “Stockings, though?”

I gave his chest a light swat. “I’ll have you know, sir.. It’s tradition.You always hang stockings over the mantle before Christmas. Besides, damn it, they were cute and on sale.” I gave a soft laugh and shook my head, staring up at him a little, still sort of waking up if I were to be totally honest about it.

He pretended to think it over, stepping just a little closer. His eyes settled on my lips and when he swallowed hard, my eyes caught on the subtle movement of his throat as he did so. I did the same, especially when I realized that we now had almost zero space between our bodies.

So far, so good. He hadn’t noticed the shirt I was wearing happened to be one of his.

I crossed my fingers below the extra inches of fabric on the sleeves that caused them to cover my hands almost entirely.

His gaze fixed just over our heads and I remembered that earlier, when my friend had been over helping me decorate, she’d jokingly hung up mistletoe somewhere in the apartment, but refused to tell me where.

His throat cleared after his eyes settled back on mine and we spent a few seconds that seemed to linger longer than usual, passed. He nodded upward and my eyes followed his, settling on the sprig. I swore under my breath, gave him a sheepish and apologetic shrug. “Sorry, my friend helped me do all this earlier and she probably did that…”

One of his hands squeezed my hips, guiding me so that I pressed against him, just when I thought that we were standing close enough already that there wasn’t any space left between us. Now there really wasn’t. And I could feel my heart fluttering lazily. I melted against him a little and busied myself toying with the strings of his black hoodie, staring at the lettering on the front.

Because if I looked up at him right now, I was half afraid I’d go for it and pull his mouth down against mine. Lately it’s been so much harder to keep my feelings and my desires where my roommate Kyle is concerned, to myself.

His hand left my side and raised, thick and calloused fingers tucking beneath my chin. Pulling my gaze up to meet his so that I had no choice in the matter. When his tongue slowly trailed over his mouth, I fidgeted ever so slightly, melting against him just a little more before I could stop myself or censor the action.

The other hand squeezed my hip and he took a few shaky breaths. His eyes lowered, roaming over me nice and slow. I knew I was caught when he chuckled to himself quietly and met my gaze. “So that’s where my shirt went…”

My face has never gone as red as it did then, as fast as it did. Ever.

“I…” but my brain was in overload at the moment, so coming up with a suitable excuse as to how I’d gotten his shirt in the first place wasn’t happening. It would’ve been easy to just say that I’d done a load of laundry and somehow, the shirt I wore must have gotten mixed in with my own clothing, but apparently… My brain wasn’t dealing with logic right now.

I was so caught up in the fact that I’d been caught sleeping in his shirt that I actually missed everything else that was going on. I was dazed, my mind going a million different directions all at once.

Kyle was leaning down just a little, his face close to mine. His lips brushed mine clumsily as he spoke, the soft husk of his voice making me clench my thighs because it… definitely did things to me.

“We’re standing under mistletoe right now, sweetheart.” Kyle mused, giving a sort of smirk as his eyes met mine after another slow travel over my entire body.

“That we are, Kyle.” I muttered, mostly still in a daze. Maybe a little bit still half asleep too. I leaned my face in a little closer, mirroring the way he’d done it so subtly before, without me even realizing it. His fingertips dug into my side a little bit deeper. He held me tighter against him too, a quiet growl shattering the silence and limited space between our mouths when his mouth managed to catch against mine directly. Something in him snapped. He pulled me up his body and I wrapped my legs around his waist, my arms around his neck. My fingers toyed with his neck, making him laugh quietly and shiver as he sank down onto the couch.

“You know what playing with my neck does to me. We talked about all this before, remember?”

“Mhm.” I muttered, locking eyes with him. His hands moved up and down my sides, one stopping on my bare thigh, squeezing. He shifted the way he sat and when he rubbed against me and I felt the way he strained at his jeans, I shivered again, a quiet whimper falling from my lips as I gripped his bearded jaw and pulled his mouth closer to mine all over again. “Are you gonna do anything about it, Kyle?”

“Oh, I have a few ideas in mind, babe.” his mouth met mine and our noses bumped, sending us springing apart and laughing about it. “You shocked the tip of my nose too, ouch!” I whined, giving him a bit of a playful pout as I rubbed the tip of my nose.

“Me? You’re the one with the hard head, sweetheart.” Kyle’s laughter died on his lips and brown eyes settled on my mouth all over again hungrily. My tongue danced over the outline of my lips and Kyle was pulling me even closer to him, making it so that I was positioned right over the way he strained at his jeans. His fingers dug into my thigh and my lower back and he gazed at me. “Do it again.”

“Do what?” I asked, doing my best to feign innocence, despite knowing exactly what I was doing, thanks to a conversation we’d both had once a while back about what turned us on and off.

“Lick your lips, babe.” Kyle’s voice was so husky, thickened with desire that his words almost came in a quiet growl. I rocked against him a little and thick digits dug into my body all that much tighter. Instead of licking my own lips this time, I took a shaky breath or two and really pressed myself against him, daring to trail my tongue right over the outline of his lips.

“Fuck.” Kyle swore quietly, closely followed by a groan.

“Listen, if you want to kiss me, I’m not stopping you.” I purred, repeating the slow drag of my tongue over the outline of kissable lips, teasing him a little.

Because it was the only thing I knew to do to keep me from just going for it… and yet, being able to clue him into how badly I wanted his lips on mine at the moment without daring to say so. Because I’d been trying, but the words had yet to leave my mouth.

“Oh, you’re not, hm?” Kyle’s mouth was against mine in a flash, I barely got any time to process it happening. His hand left my thigh, traveling upward, catching in the hair at the back of my head as his fingers tangled up in it, using his grip to pull my mouth in even deeper. I whimpered and my mouth fell apart willingly, granting his tongue access to mine and his other hand gripped my hip tight, guiding me over the hefty bulge straining at the front of his favorite blue jeans. “That’s good.” he mumbled, the words hanging in the air as the kiss broke a few seconds for us to breathe. My hand slid down the front of his hoodie and settled between us, fingertips toying with the hem of the garment as I stared at him. He continued, “It’s good because I really, really… really… want to kiss you. I have for a while now.”

I leaned in all over again, pressing my upper body against his and leaning him back against the back of the couch as I caught his face in my hands and pulled his mouth against mine all over again greedily. As I kissed him, I rocked myself against him. His hands flexed and squeezed on my thighs, and he groaned quietly into the kiss, bucking himself against me, giving a low chuckle. “Feels so damn good to finally kiss you.” he half mumbled and half growled against my neck as his mouth broke from mine and trailed down it, “So good. You have no idea.”

I whimpered, whining impatiently because his grip bought my grinding against him to a momentary pause, and his free hand raised, catching on my jaw, making me meet his gaze. The tender look in lust blown brown eyes nearly blew me away and I felt my breath catch in my throat. “Love you, sweetheart. I’m glad to be home.”

“Love you too, Kyle. I’m glad you’re finally home.” I mumbled, our mouths already closing the distance as we both went in for another kiss….

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kyleoreillysknee · 5 years

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Sounds Good? - Chapter 1

Pairing: Kyle O’Reilly x OFC (Amanda)

Warnings: None

Word Count: 1,983

Maybe this was a mistake. Maybe agreeing to move into a stranger's spare room after a phone call wasn't the best idea. Maybe she should've realized this before she was standing outside the apartment door with her arms too full of her stuff to properly knock. After kicking it in hopefully a polite way, Amanda nearly lost her balance and toppled backward until a pair of large hands secured her elbows.

"Woah there, you alright?"

At least the stranger sounded nice, and after peeking over the box in her grip she realized he looked nice too.

With a light strain in her voice, Amanda managed a weak smile as she said, "I'm ok!"

"Here let me get that for you," The nice stranger offered with a lopsided grin, easing the box from her arms and tucking it against his side in order to give her enough space to enter the apartment, "I'm Kyle."

"Oh thank you," As she stepped around him, she cautiously scanned what she could of the place and found it perfectly neat and tidy which held promise, "I'm Amanda, it's nice to meet you!"

Now able to get a better look at more than the top 1/4 of his face, Amanda realized the more than nice stranger was nice in more ways than one. He would've had a boyish charm if he wasn't so giant. His ginger beard didn't match his hair colour and he was somehow pulling the look off. It didn't help her poor nerves that he was giving her his undivided attention so she couldn't look away from his big warm brown eyes.

"Than-" "Do y-" They both abruptly stopped at the sound of the other's voice and Amanda let out a breathy giggle while he bit down on his grin and used his free hand to gesture for her to continue.

"I just wanted to thank you for letting me move in, I promise to not be a bother," She bowed her head a little and hoped he could see how grateful she was in her gaze.

"It's fine, I had the open room and," Kyle hesitated for some reason before admitting, "Candace vouched for you and explained the situation a bit."

"Oh," Amanda mumbled, trying to hide the hurt from her voice before her curiosity got the better of her, “What exactly did Candace tell you?”

“Just that your old roommate kicked you out without much notice,” the corners of his eyes crinkled as he flashed a sympathetic smile, “It’s cool if you don’t wanna go into it. Can’t imagine that was fun to deal with.” As he spoke he motioned with his chin down the hall before guiding her towards her new room.

“Yeah, it’s … yeah” Amanda sighed, absently rubbing her elbow as she stood on the threshold before letting out a small noise of surprise, “There’s already a bed in here?”

Kyle placed her box on the naked mattress before giving a nod, “Bobby- The guy that used to live with me didn’t need it when he moved out so I’ve kept it in here. I can move it out if you need the space.”

“No!” she quickly blurted before catching herself, “I mean, no thank you. I actually need one, I couldn’t really fit mine on the bus.”

Kyle frowned as he gave her another once over seemingly searching for something, “Did you … get kicked out today?” Amanda slowly sunk her head down, biting her lip before quickly nodding, which only made his frown deepen, “And you only have a small box of stuff?”

“I wasn’t given a lot of time to pack,” she admitted sheepishly, wanting to do nothing more than sink into the floor under his scrutiny.

“Well,” Kyle drew out the word, bringing the dramatic tension to a boil before continuing, “Let’s go back and get the rest of your things. I got a truck so there’s plenty of room for anything big.”

Amanda snapped her head up in surprise to see Kyle giving her a warm smile. The little bit of kindness enough to make her sniff and force back some tears. Kyle either didn’t or just pretended not to notice as he fished around in his pockets for his keys. Soon enough they were approaching his truck.

After having to jump and pull herself up into the seat, Amanda caught Kyle stifling a laugh from the corner of her eye huffed which only forced him to clear his throat to cover a snort. The drive was odd in that it was incredibly easy for her to feel comfortable around him, but she didn’t let herself linger on that, having bigger things to deal with. As they parked she felt all the tension build up and force her shoulders and back to go rigid once she habitually looked up at her old balcony. Having not heard his door open, she turned to find Kyle looking at her with pinched eyebrows.

“Time all the time you need,” He offered, the worry in his eyes overpowering his attempt at a reassuring smile. After watching her take a few deep breaths he couldn’t help but ask, “What exactly happened?”

Amanda sat on her hands to force herself not to fidget before she answered, “Her boyfriend tried to make a move on me and when I told her about it she got mad at me and accused me of trying to steal him from her before kicking me out. I’d never, he’s a jerk!” She grimaced as she got worked up for a moment only to deflate with regret, “but still, maybe I should’ve kept my mouth shut.”

“No. You did the right thing.” Kyle said as if it was the most obvious thing in the world before reaching out to put a hand on her shoulder, “Listen, I know we just met so this doesn’t mean much but I got your back. We’re going to go up there, grab your stuff, head home and order pizza, sound good?”

“That sounds really good,” Amanda spoke with every ounce of sincerity she could muster as she gave a small smile which made Kyle’s widen. He gave her shoulder a light squeeze before getting out of the truck and waiting for her to take the lead.

As she approached the building, she gave herself a small internal pep talk, not realizing she was softly whispering encouragements until Kyle chuckled a little once she called herself a tiny badass. Now sporting a bright flush, she punched the buzz code and held her breath until hearing a familiar voice in an all too sweet tone.

“Who is it?”

“It’s Amanda," she hoped she sounded assertive despite fighting a small quiver in her lip, "I want the rest of my stuff,”

“Oh,” the sweetness vanished into a sneer and Amanda half expected to be hung up on, “You have 5 minutes.”

At the click of the door swinging open, she let out a shaky breath and found Kyle sporting that combo confused and concerned look again.

"I'm sorry about anything Alexa ends up saying to you," she sighed as they entered the elevator.

"M sure I'll be fine," he replied, nudging her gently with his elbow, "I got my big boy pants on today."

Amanda let out a feather-light laugh as the doors dinged open, "I could use a pair, where do you get yours?"

Kyle's face split into a grin and chuckled, "The big boy store, obviously."

Their banter managed to make Amanda forget to be nervous until the apartment door swung open to reveal Alexa poised to strike. Her icy glare flicked over to Kyle and Amanda relished in the short-lived moment her composure broke.

"Who's this?" Back in her line of fire, Amanda froze for a second.

"I'm Kyle, her new roommate," he spoke up from beside her, placing a hand on her shoulder. Amanda stood a little taller at the gesture, drawing some strength from it.

"We won't take long." She said, stepping around Alexa and into the apartment. Kyle surprised her by saying excuse me to Alexa before he followed her but she realized that he didn't know Alexa well enough to recognize that anything that could've been killed with kindness was long dead.

Entering her old room, Amanda flushed at the embarrassing state of things, having torn the place apart in her earlier rush to grab the essentials and priceless. As she went to grab the stack of flattened boxes from her closet, Kyle made his way over to her bunny cage and knelt down to get a better look inside.

"What's this little guy's name?" He asked with an eager fondness as he poked his fingers through the bars to gently pet the flop-eared rabbit.

"Hubert," Amanda answered with a bit of pride before panic set in and she began rambling, "I'm sorry, I forgot to ask if your building allows pets! Or if you were ok with rabbits. I swear he's not annoying or smelly, I clean the cage-"

Kyle held up his hand to get her to stop talking and wore a bemused smile, "Its ok, on all fronts. I'm not going to let you get rid of a guy as handsome as Hubert." He stood up and crossed the room to help her with the boxes.

"I am a bit surprised that you left him here though," He moved to her bookshelf and began clearing out the shelves.

"Alexa’s mean and spiteful but she's not evil. She'd never do anything to him. And I was going to bus back here for him right away." Amanda began emptying the drawers of her dresser into a backpack.

They fell into a comfortable rhythm of packing, exchanging facts back and forth. She learned he was a firefighter, loved cooking, and had his friends over once a month for a game night. He found out she was a vet assistant and requested puppy pics once a week as part of the rent agreement.

An hour passed before they managed to get everything sorted, Alexa only poking her head into the room to complain at them twice. She tossed Amanda her old set of keys and instructed her to shove them under the door once she was done getting everything out. It didn't take long for Amanda to end up back in the passenger seat with Hubert in his carrier on her lap.

The drive back was spent recommending music to each other and occasionally fussing over Hubert when he made distressed honks. Kyle was a workhorse once they were back at his place and through precarious box placement managed to get everything moved in two trips. Amanda laid out like a starfish on the floor surrounded by towers of her stuff and let out a giant sigh of relief, feeling at least 10 pounds lighter now that the cloud of facing Alexa was behind her.

"Thank you for everything today, Kyle."

He turned from setting up the rabbit cage to glance at her over his shoulder and smiled warmly, "You don't need to thank me so much, just trying to be a good roommate." Amanda lifted her arm to give him a thumbs up which had him laughing and shaking his head.

"You said something about pizza?" She brought up a few minutes later, still sprawled out on the floor and staring at the ceiling.

"Oh fuck yeah!" Kyle exclaimed, jumping up to pat down his pockets for his phone and gently toss it beside her once he had his order put in. They spent the time waiting for the delivery unpacking and Amanda told him about the time someone brought in a monkey to the vet. Later when she was full of pizza and flopping into bed she decided that despite the start of her day being awful today was overall a good one.

#my writing #kyle o'reilly #wwe imagine #kyle o'reilly x ofc #kyle o'reilly imagine #nxt imagine #wwe imagines #kyle o'reilly imagines #nxt imagines #fic: sounds good?

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debbiechanclub · 3 years

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So! Thought you all might be interested in some fics I have planned/have started work on:

I finally started writing the horror-ish fic I've been thinking about for months. It's loosely inspired by The Cabin in the Woods and will have Kyle O'Reilly and Jay White and a few others I haven't decided on yet 😁

A BTOOT-iverse one-shot about the night Chuck drunkenly confessed his love for Alex 👀

Another BTOOT-iverse one-shot that takes place in between the end of BTOOT and the sequel to tie them together

The LBBF/BTOOT crossover with @freshlysqueezedmox 😌

And a collab with @heelchampbucks. Potentially?

And of course the last chapter of BTOOT. I finally feel like I've gotten my writing muse back after it disappeared for.... months. And that's a good feeling 😊

#aew fanfiction #nxt fanfiction #btoot #wips #sorry for being all your notifs tonight summer 🤣

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daddyhausen · 3 years

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• little star — kyle o’reilly •

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{ word count } — 254

{ genre } — fluff

{ warnings } — none

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the flash of his camera glowed throughout the darkness of your bedroom, you eyelids heavy with sleep as he snapped another photo, you had allowed him to do so just because you found it endearing that he would want to photograph you, even in your current state, hair sprawled across the pillows, your body curled up comfortably in the blankets. you were his muse.

an hour he spent, simply taking photographs. he had not noticed how high the moon had become, bright stars littering a sky of black mass. the stars reminded him a lot of you, so bright, unbothered that their beauty was a glorious distraction for him. he could stare for hours and never get bored of the sight.

an arm snuck around his waist, you pulled him down gently on the bed beside you, his camera tumbling into the soft cotton sheets below, simply resting in between your two bodies. he noticed a twinkle in your eyes, much like the stars. a beauty of a sight.

he could not help but lean in, his forehead resting against yours, the coolness of your breath fanning against his top lip, a shiver ran up your sides as his fingertips began to trace shapes into your arm and up your shoulders, chest, neck until he finally reached your cheek, cupping it, delicately swiping a thumb across the skin, his lips meeting yours with a gentle kiss, melding together as one as sleep began to take over your bodies.

“my little star, you’re so precious”

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#{ my fics : 🤍 }#kyle o'reilly #aew fanfiction #aew imagine #aew wrestling #aew #wrestling smut #wwe smut #aew smut #aew dynamite #aew rampage #fanfic #redragon

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snarkwriteswrasslin · 3 years

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D O and Y for Kyle O'Reilly and Adam Cole? I can't believe anyone hasn't requested for them yet!

Honestly, me either? I’m so glad you sent me letters for them, thank you so much dear!

After this posts, D O and Y are off the table for Kyle O’Reilly and Adam Cole, loves.

[send me letters and get back filth, sweet filth]

Warnings:

18+ only content. If you’re underage and you continue to read after the warnings, that’s a you problem. If you’re sticking around, here are some things you need to be warned about : oral sex / body fluids, sex drive and whatever dirty secrets I may decide to bring to light ( thigh riding / dominance kink / pain kink + anal sex / voyeurism / risky sex ) and those are your warnings.

Remember, I warned you up here. If you keep reading and something catches you by surprise, that’s officially a you issue.

Tagging:

@kyleoreillysknee

@rampagewriting

@writertoo18

@thatnerdwriter

@wrestlingismyguiltypleasure

@chasingeverybreakingwave

@waywardwrestlewritingwaif

@sassymox

@champbucks

@hungmanhorsecarriage

@wardl0w

@ryantaylorgirl

@dilfmoxley

@hotyeehawman

@gabbynorth98

@bec0m

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@daddyslittlevillain

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[ FAQ | TAG LIST DOC ]

Adam Cole;

D - dirty secret, what’s a dirty secret they have

One of Adam’s favorite ways / positions is Anal. Standing up or with you bent over whatever happens to be nearby. With his hand fisting your hair or grabbing your tits / throat. The tighter you are around his cock, the more he loves it.

Adam also has a thing for risky sex. Loves to initiate where there’s at least a minimal chance of you two being caught in the act. Nothing drives him crazier. You get the distinct feeling that he wouldn’t mind being watched at all.

O - oral, their preference in giving / getting + skill level, etc

Adam’s one of those who is fine with either giving or getting. And whoa boy... does he ever know how to give. Loves to use tongue and fingers. Holds your hips with one hand to kind of angle them and ahhh fuck... yes. just yes.

Y - yearning, how high is their sex drive

Adam’s got a pretty average sex drive if I’m being perfectly honest. He loves having it, but he can go for extended periods of time without it. Especially if he’s busy with other things.

Kyle O’ Reilly;

D - dirty secret, what’s a dirty secret they have

Ride his thigh or his lap and get your insides wrecked. Also bear witness to just how fast Kyle can completely lose his defenses / concerns. All he’ll be worried about is grabbing hold of your body and dragging your cunt over his thigh / the way he’s strained at his trunks / jeans / sweats until you’re screaming, begging to be fucked.

Kyle kind of has a thing for being the dominant one in bed also. And he has himself a bit of a pain kink... The more you scratch, bite, pull hair, even choke lightly... The hotter it’s going to get him. Just... don’t expect him to give over control easily. that takes some time.

O - oral, their preference in giving / getting + skill level, etc

Kyle prefers giving, if I’m being perfectly honest. He’s very very very loud and messy when he’s in the act too. WIll bite the inside of your thighs / leave hickies down there. Loves to spell out his name when he’s got his tongue buried inside you. Huge fucking tease. Huge.

Y - yearning, how high is their sex drive

Very high. Very, very high.

#Anonymous #kyle o'reilly fanfiction #adam cole fanfiction #kyle o'reilly imagine #adam cole imagine #kyle o'reilly fanfic #adam cole fanfic #kyle o'reilly imagines #adam cole imagines #my writing ; adam cole #my writing ; kyle o'reilly #my fics ; adam cole #my fics ; kyle o 'reilly #my ns*w alphabet ; adam cole #my ns*w alphabet ; kyle o'reilly #// no one under 18+#// 18+ only #// i cannot stress this enough. no minors. absolutely no minors

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snarkwriteswrasslin · 4 years

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wild winter | the quiet game; kyle o’reilly [m]

PROMPTS USED

LOCATION: a shared hotel room ( with Bobby Fish asleep in the next bed, ftw)

SITUATION: knowing people can/might overhear

TYPES OF SEXUAL CONTACT: hand focus (holding hands), intense eye contact, spooning

Notes:

So this is the unofficial begin to my year long smutty self challenge. I figured that the few I did in February could count as a begin to winter. So, I’m transferring them all over to my blog(s). Perhaps later, I’ll make some kind of information post so that you guys know what this is all about. Or, maybe I’ll just leave it a mystery, bc Idek myself why I chose to do this other than boredom, wanting to stop writing god - awful and cringe inducing smutty stuff when I feel up to writing smut. Anyway, here it is. This oneshot fits into the universe I started in fake fic titles with Kyle O’Reilly and the OC used there, Dominique Carron. { x | x | x } < if you wanna read those before reading this. Time frame for this oneshot is a few months between the second part and the third part when Kyle and Domi have become an established couple.

Pairing:

Kyle O’Reilly x OFC, Dominique.

Warnings:

uhh... smut. filth. shared hotel room / risk of getting caught. body fluids. an awkward but funny moment in here where they do kinda get caught by Bobby, whomst they’re sharing a room with (thank you so much for the inspiration for this part @kyleoreillysknee love you forever for throwing it out there) aaand that’s pretty much it, tbh.

KYLE & DOMINIQUE in

THE QUIET GAME.

He’d been on the verge of dozing off when he felt the bed dip low and he felt her, wiggling into place. He cuddled into her, his arms going around her after he’d pulled the blanket up over her better.

Dominique rolled over to give him a goodnight kiss and when she did, Kyle’s hands raised, cupping her face, pulling her mouth into a deep and gentle kiss. “Was startin to think I’d have to come in there with you.” he yawned into the kiss. Dominique cozied herself up to him and trailed her fingertip over his lower lip.

“I’d have honestly loved that. I just wanted to soak.” Dominique muttered softly, eyes fluttering open and shut as he pulled her closer. It always felt like sheer bliss when he held her close and tight.

“A little sore?” Kyle questioned, his hand leaving her cheek to ghost over her side and settle at her hip.

She shivered and bit her lip, pouting at him as he flashed her a mostly innocent grin. “More than a little. Turns out, not only are you sexy, amazing in bed, kind and funny.. You’re also really smart and I should’ve listened and stretched out instead of curling up in back like I did.” she pressed her lips against his lazily, an innocent little kiss.

Kyle pulled her closer and his tongue slipped past her lips as he raised his hand again to rest it against her cheek.“Good night, baby.” Dominique muttered softly, nuzzling her face against his hand.

“Good night, babe.” Kyle yawned lazily as Dominique rolled to face the opposite direction.

He slipped his arm back over her, pulling her completely against him, thinking he’d start to doze off. But naturally, he didn’t. And he knew she wasn’t either.

Bobby, on the other hand, snoring up a literal storm across the room.

Kyle’s mouth brushed against the back of Dominique’s neck and she sucked in a breath because as his mouth was wandering over her neck, his hand was wandering up and down her sides, stopping a second or two to squeeze at her hip. He moved even closer and she bit her lip, whimpering a little, her breath catching in her throat as he rubbed into her from behind.

“Kyle.” Dominique whimpered almost helplessly as she continued to really try and rub herself against him in the hopes that she could get him all worked up. She just wanted him so badly. Right then. Right that second.

“Yeah, babe?” his voice was husky with sleep and that always did things to her. She licked her lips and swallowed hard. Parts of her wanted to turn over and face him but parts of her also liked it when he spooned against her from behind, strong arms tight around her body. And they had a shared room tonight, she didn’t trust herself to remain quiet.

Kyle had this ability to bring out the side of her that got loud. Insanely loud. And needy. Oh so needy.

“You know exactly what you’re doing.” Dominique gasped right as she felt his hand slipping beneath the hem of the t shirt she’d kind of stolen from him to wear to sleep. He chuckled, his lips against her ear as his hand crept higher up her thigh. “I’m not doing anything. Promise, babe.”

“Yes. Yes you are.” she gasped a little, rocking herself back against him about the second she felt his hand settle over her unclothed heat, rubbing lightly. She heard him swear upon the discovery that she wasn’t wearing panties and when his teeth grazed at her neck, she bit down on her lip.

Kyle had her flat against the mattress in a split second and he was settling himself over her, his hands grabbing hold of her hands and holding them flat against the pillow.“Kyle… oh..” her voice came in a soft whimper against his neck. He gazed down at her with lust blown pupils. “So beautiful. And all mine.” he mused, lips crashing against hers as he bucked into her teasingly.

The kiss broke and his mouth strayed. And despite his burning desire to get his hands all over her, he continued to hold her hands flat against the pillow and gaze down at her adoringly. Bobby stirred, grumbling in his sleep and rolling over in the bed across the room and for a second or two, Kyle and Dominique froze, Kyle taking advantage of the pause in kissing and whispering to let go of her hands and slip his hand down between them, circling his cock, teasing it along her bare folds.

She shivered and tried to thrust her hips upward, to get some kind of friction going but he shook his head and chuckled quietly, pressing down into her as he whispered against her ear, “Think you can be quiet, babe?” questioningly. He’d honestly been planning to be a good boy and just attempt sleep since they had to be awake hellishly early, but.. the fact remained… He couldn’t keep his hands -or his mouth, to himself tonight. And she’d been nothing short of a playful tease the entire drive.

“It’s doubtful but..” she started to whimper as she felt him lining his cock up and the tip teasing between her folds all over again, “I’ll try.” the whimper and her words were swallowed up in a hungry kiss and Kyle shallowly thrust into her, barely letting the tip enter her heat. Dominique wanted to raise her legs and wrap them around his waist, this was so much worse than the way he’d been teasing her earlier in the SUV on the drive to the hotel… His hips were pressed so firmly into her lower body that she couldn’t lift her legs and wrap them around his body and drive him into her to the hilt like she wanted.Just as she thought she’d at least get to keep movement of her hands so she’d be able to touch him like she wanted, his hands found her hands again as he sank into her, keeping still for a few seconds as he gazed down at her and lowered his mouth, capturing her mouth in a kiss.

“Kyle..” she whispered, breathy and soft because her breath caught in her throat at his touches and kisses.

“Shh.. Gotta keep quiet, remember, babe?” his tone was a thick and sleep laced almost teasing drawl as he spoke.

She nodded, swallowing hard. All she wanted to do was get her hands on him. To wrap her legs around him.“C’mon.. Please?” Dominique tried begging again but she could look at him and tell that it was falling on deaf ears.

“Uh-uh.” he replied as he started to thrust, slowly and carefully. Almost agonizingly slow. It was quite evident that Dominique was about to pay for her little teasing throughout the drive today. And it was clear that Kyle wanted control.That turned her on more than anything. And he knew this.That combined with the way he was staring down at her, lust blown pupils almost blackening his entire eye.. She shivered as his cock buried inside her even deeper and he dipped down, mouth roaming hungrily down her neck. A gasp caught in her throat when she felt his lips latch on her neck, quiet sucking sounds drowned out by the noisy snores of their roommate for the night.The thrill of being caught at any second had her dripping. When she moaned a little louder than intended because he started to drive into her deeper and harder, his hips snapping quietly against her body as he did so, he chuckled against her skin. “Shhh.”

“You’re trying to make me scream.” Dominique choked out after a deep and bruising kiss broke because they needed to breathe.

“You were the one teasing me all the way here, babe.” Kyle replied, flashing her that cocky smirk from above. He started to fuck into her a little faster, his hands gripping her hands tighter, his hips pinning her flat against the bed. The orgasm started to build all over again, this time more intense and just like before, Kyle came to a full stop, cock buried inside her, gentle kissing and sucking noises as his mouth roamed all over her neck and dipped down, leaving a line of marks littering her collarbone as he smirked against her skin. When he felt her starting to back away from getting off, he started to fuck into her again. Deliberate and slow.

Her fingers laced through his and she gave his hands a gentle squeeze, trying and finally managing to move her hips just enough to get a little more friction going between them. It did nothing for the tears of frustration stinging at her eyes. Bobby stopped snoring and Kyle went still on top of her, mouth moving over her skin, finding her mouth as his tongue parted her lips. “Feels so good, Domi. God, you feel amazing.Shit.” he muttered into the kiss as he remained still, both of them caught up in kissing each other, Dominique trying and failing at wiggling her hands free.

Kyle chuckled and shook his head no at her with a teasing gleam in his eyes. “You’re in for it when we get back to our apartment, Kyle.” Dominique muttered as her teeth caught on the side of his neck and she nipped at it, leaving a mark of her own.

Kyle shivered. He definitely had a weakness about her lips anywhere near his neck. And she knew it. So he knew she was trying to tease, to do anything she could right now to get back at him for holding her hands still.“I’m counting on it, Domi.” Kyle muttered lazily against her collarbone.

Bobby hadn’t said anything or really moved again and he’d started to quietly snore again, so Kyle started the delicious torture all over again, slow drives deep into her heat as careful as he could. She moaned and the kiss swallowed it up, Kyle chuckling right after. The mattress’ quiet creaks had them both laughing in whispers that were swallowed up in even deeper kisses. When she started to rock her hips upward, meeting his deep drives, he growled quietly, burying his lips in her neck to muffle the sound and leave another mark behind.

“Eyes up here, babe.” Kyle coaxed as he started to move faster, letting go of her hands finally so he could grip her hips, angling them up, driving into her as deep as he could get. He buried his mouth into her mouth, their teeth bumping against one another in the hurry to deepen the kiss. “Kyle, fuck.. Oh..” her back arched away from the bed slightly and he buried his mouth into her mouth even deeper, muttering into the kiss, “C’mon, babe.. Wanna feel you.” coaxing her right over the edge and straight into an orgasm that shattered through her with enough intensity to make her want to scream his name over and over until she lost her voice.

Kyle deepened the kiss, his fingertips digging into her hips, the mattress creaking steady and quiet. When she clenched around him he growled into the kiss, teeth sinking into her lower lip, tugging at it, gasping as his own orgasm built to an almost dizzying rush and the snap of his hips against her hips was almost neck and neck with the sound of Bobby’s snoring across the room.

She managed to get her legs around his waist, her heels digging into his ass, driving him in even deeper. Her nails dragged slowly and carefully across his shoulders and down his back and Kyle grunted, “Fuck. So close.”

“Don’t stop. Don’t you dare stop.” Dominique coaxed, staring up at him. Kyle raised his hands, putting them over her hands again as he continued to fuck into her, his hips at a steady and almost bruising tempo against her hips, fucking her deep into the mattress almost. As his orgasm shattered through, he crashed his mouth against her mouth, groaning as she whimpered his name over and over quietly into the deepening and dizzying kiss. “Love you Domi.”

“Love you too, Kyle.”They shared a look and Kyle’s head bent, burying in the crook of her neck as Bobby spoke up from his bed, “Love you, Bobby.” and after a few seconds of them both trying to compose themselves and not answering, he spoke up again,

“Oh come on? You two are seriously gonna leave me hangin? Just when I felt like we were gettin really close…” Bobby chuckled, trailing off with a mumbled, “Horny as a couple of actual teenagers, I swear to God.”

“Bobby go to sleep.” both Domi and Kyle responded in tandem, both embarrassed at having been heard, Kyle falling to the bed completely spent, immediately turning onto his side and pulling Dominique into his arms, gripping her tight, pulling her into a yawn filled and lazy goodnight kiss.

“What are the odds he was pretending to be asleep?” Dominique asked, cringing because she had a feeling that there was a high chance Bobby was pretending to be asleep just to give them shit.

“Knowing Bobby, babe.. Pretty high.” Kyle gave a sheepish chuckle as his lips brushed lazily against her forehead.

“Awesome. This is never gonna be not awkward.” Dominique muttered against Kyle’s chest as she rolled over to face him, throwing a leg over his hip. Kyle’s hand found her thigh, squeezing gently as he chuckled and yawned.

#kyle o'reilly fanfiction #kyle o'reilly fanfic #kyle o'reilly fic #kyle o'reilly imagine #kyle o'reilly oneshot #// no one under 18+#// four seasons of sm*t self challenge #// previously known as dirty filthy february on my main #// s*xual content #// body fluids tw #// s*x in a shared hotel room ftw

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kyleoreillysknee · 5 years

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Sounds Good? - Chapter 2

[ Chapter 1 ]

Pairing: Kyle O’Reilly x OFC (Amanda)

Warnings: minor anxiety attack

Word Count: 1,392

Gif Credit: undisputedsource

The next week meandered by as they both got used to each other’s rhythm and idiosyncrasies. Kyle was incredibly apologetic after waking her up by blasting metal during his shower. She found a chocolate bar in front of her door after her shift with a torn paper on top that read sorry in big bold letters. On another day, Amanda almost threw a plate at him while washing dishes because she forgot he had the day off and wasn’t expecting anyone to walk into the kitchen. But the highlight of their first week together had to be watching Kyle lose his mind as she let Hubert explore the apartment.

“What’s he doing now?” Kyle asked for the 10th time in a minute as the bunny stood on his hind legs, honing in on the rumbling of the dishwasher.

Amanda crossed the room to start touching the appliance and show him that it was just noisy not dangerous, “He doesn’t like the sound of it. He might thump at it or even flip it off.”

“Rabbit’s have middle fingers?” Kyle sounded so amazed that it made Amanda burst out laughing causing Hubert to skitter away, purposefully flicking his back legs towards the kitchen.

“No, no. It’s what he just did with his legs. When rabbits kick back at something it’s like they’re swearing at it.” She returned to sitting beside Kyle on the couch as he laboriously stretched out, overcome with the bombardment of Hubert’s many charms.

“They even cuss out things cutely,” he groaned as he covered his face with his hands only to perk back up as he realized he was missing out on precious seconds of fawning over Hubert.

The next hour was spent explaining rabbit quirks between moments of Kyle making various strained noises and cooing when Hubert looked at him. Unfortunately, he had an early shift the next day and pouted when he realized it was already past his bedtime.

Before he could retire for the night, Amanda asked, “is it ok if Hubert explores your room sometime? I’m worried he might chew on your door if he gets too curious.”

Kyle’s face lit up like a Christmas tree and he couldn’t nod his head quick enough, “of course! Tomorrow after I come home we can bunny proof the room.” There was now a bounce to his step as Amanda giggled as he practically skipped to his door. With his hand on the knob, he paused and turned to grin back at her pure sunshine, “I gotta say, you’re the best roommate I’ve had. Don’t tell Bobby I said that when you meet him.”

Amanda tilted her head as she beamed back at him, “I think you mean Hubert’s the best roommate you’ve had.”

“Nah, he’s just part of a pretty sweet packaged deal,” it took a few, long, fragile seconds for both of them to snap out of the moment and Kyle cleared his throat, flicking his gaze to the floor before returning to her face, “Have a good night, Amanda.”

“Goodnight, Kyle, sleep well,” she waited until she heard the door click closed before letting out a huge puff of breath, face on fire as she stared up at the ceiling. Hubert managed to stretch out enough to where he could nudge her hand from the edge of the couch and Amanda absently pet him until he let out a series of honks in quick succession.

“You’re right,” she made sure to speak softly, barely above a whisper as she reached down to collect Hubert in her arms, “no point in overthinking things when I’m not letting myself feel that way.” Too busy sinking into her thoughts against her better judgment, Amanda didn’t hear the soft murmur of Kyle’s voice through the door when she passed it to go to bed.

“Thanks for nothing, jackass,” he grumbled, hanging up as Bobby was mid cackle, flinging his phone beside him. In a huff, Kyle yanked his pillow from under his head to smack himself in the face. “The fuck am I thinking,” he lamented at the ceiling with a sigh before forcing himself to actively work on falling asleep.

The next day, with her hair up in a messy ponytail, Amanda took to belting out Disney songs with enough gusto that the apartment door opened and shut unnoticed. As she paired socks among the nest of laundry upon her bed, her roommate dropped his bag off behind his door but found himself drawn to the lively performance. Amanda had her head thrown back, arms flung wide as she held the last note of Out There when Kyle rested his shoulder against the door frame, a lopsided smile rapidly growing across his face.

As the song changed, she opened her eyes and nearly screamed, reflexively firing a pair of socks at him as she unceremoniously teetered off the side of the bed. Kyle instantly doubled over, clutching his side as he laughed hard, sputtering as he tried to ask if she was ok despite having trouble breathing. He hobbled into the room and peeked over the side of the bed to find Amanda still clutching a sock to her sternum, trying to catch her breath, as her saucer-wide eyes stared at the ceiling.

“Oh fuck,” he shakily spoke, fighting against another fit of giggles as he offered his hand to help her stand, “I didn’t mean to scare you, I’m sorry.” After she was standing, Kyle sat on the edge of her bed, biting down on his lip so he didn’t start laughing again.

Amanda pursed her lips with enough force to scrunch her nose, the embarrassment over her reaction fueling a playful frustration as she balled her hands into fists. “Stop sneaking up on me you jerk!” Each syllable was emphasized with her batting at him with the force of a light breeze. Still, Kyle held up his hands to block a few of her blows, unable to help himself from chuckling about the whole situation.

“I really am sorry. Are you ok? Didn’t hit anything on your way down?” He asked after taking a hold of each of her wrists.

With everything expelled, Amanda found herself smiling and softly laughing despite herself and shook her head.

“I guess I should be grateful I didn’t get a plate chucked at my head, huh?”

Amanda wiggled her wrists in his grip, huffing in an attempt to look outraged that only managed to get Kyle shaking with suppressed laughter. Once she stopped her half-hearted struggling, he let her go and reached back to scratch the base of his skull.

“So, I didn’t mean to fling this on you but Bobby’s coming over for dinner. He wants to meet you.” Kyle sucked on his front teeth as he watched Amanda’s face, keyed in to take any signs of discomfort as plenty of reason to postpone. Instead, he got eager eyes and a bright smile.

“Alright,” she hoped she sounded convincing despite her hand moving to rub her other elbow as she loosely crossed her arms.

Kyle nodded, seemingly accepting her at face value as he stood, “Great! I gotta go get groceries real quick. Don’t worry, he won’t be here for like an hour. Text me if you want something specific for dinner.” He finished speaking by the time he walked out of her room and Amanda waited until hearing the front door lock before collapsing face-first onto her bed.

Multitudes of worst-case scenarios shot rapid-fire across her thoughts and she grabbed a handful of socks to squeeze in a makeshift stress ball. He could hate her. She could spill something on him and make him hate her. Kyle could make spaghetti and she could somehow end up coughing and forcing a noodle to fly out her nose and it could land on Bobby and make him hate her.

Amanda let out a groan, rolled onto her back, and shot herself out of bed, realizing that wearing her laundry day outfit wasn’t going to make the best first impression. After changing her outfit a dozen times, she was forced into an outfit by the sound of the door opening followed by two voices, one Kyle and the other presumably Bobby. She exchanged a look with Hubert, whispered you can do this, and stepped into the hallway.

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