#tyler bate fic

[letsgivethisonemoreshot]

Indecent Proposal

Gang Shit part 5

Summary: This story is just never going to leave me. Kate has to tell Tyler that they're needed for a meeting. While having a rare discussion, Tyler discovers that Kate needs a little help and offers a solution. But by the end of the night, she gets a lot more than she planned. Still all @norfkid fault. Also this is not the end. I have more in the mind planned.

Trigger Warnings: Language, implied sexual situations,

Words: 2,093

Kate walked through the hallways of the mostly empty house until she came to Tyler’s room. His door was wide open so she stood at the opening and knocked on the door frame. He looked up from what he was doing and smiled when he saw it was her.

“Katie. To what do I owe the pleasure of a visit from you?”

“Call me that again and I’ll rip your balls off,” She replied abrasively. “Trent called. He said that when he gets back tonight he wants to have a meeting with is about starting our plans with Judgement Day.”

“Oh. Does that mean we’re going to dress you in all leather and you pretend you’re a dominatrix?” Tyler asked raising his eyebrows.

“It’s a good thought, but you don’t seem like the kind of person that wants to lend out their own clothes,” Kate smiled sweetly.

“I’d make a joke about you searching through my closet for something to wear, but you’d come no where near here if you knew what kind of stuff I had in there.”

Kate stood silently in the doorway not quite sure how to respond. Of course Tyler finds ways to throw sexuality, innuendos, and threats into any conversation, but this time Kate actually found herself intrigued by his statement. She spent enough time around Tyler to know that he was dead serious about what he said. And she found herself wondering what type of things he kept hidden in his own personal space.

“Thinkin’ about takin’ a look?” He asked breaking out of her thought.

Kate slightly shook her head, knowing she must have looked a bit silly staring off into space. “No thanks. I’m good.”

“You sure about that? Your fuck buddy and Ridge have been gone for a bit and probably aren’t going to be home until at least Thursday.”

“Gee, thanks for your concern. But I think I’ve got myself handled thanks.” Kate replied with sarcasm.

“I don’t know. You’re getting bitchier by the day.”

He was right, not that she’d ever tell him that. She had been getting easily agitated lately and her lack of intimacy was most likely to blame. It had been a while since she and Pete had hooked up, and she hadn’t really been with anyone since she started living with Trent’s organization. There hadn’t really been much of a need to go outside of who she had, especially when they both had a good time. But the last few days she had been really worked up. So much so that masturbating just wasn’t doing anything for her.  

“You’re a real asshole sometimes, you know that?”

“Thank you darlin’,” Tyler replied with a huge smile across his bearded face causing Kate to roll her eyes.

“God I can’t stand you,” She mumbled.

“I know,” He acknowledged her comment anyway. “You know you can probably always talk to Trent. He has a bunch of clubs filled with ladies for whenever any of us want a little fun. I’m sure he can do something for you.”

“He’ll probably tell me that’s what Marcel and Fabian are for,” She sighed.

“What? Not your type?”

“The point of hooking up with someone is to feel good, so no not really. My type would be someone that actually knew how to get a girl off,” She answered as she leaned against the frame to get more comfortable.

Her comment caught Tyler off guard and he burst out laughing. Sure the two groups had been friendly since slightly joining together, but they weren’t close by any means. Tyler, Pete, and Ridge had made fun of Marcel and Fabian behind their backs before, but Kate was never apart of it. Hearing her join in actually dropped his guard a bit, and hearing him genuinely laugh brought a small smile to Kate’s face. She crossed her arms as she continued to lean against the door frame on her shoulder.

“You don’t think they can?”

“One, I’d bet five grand that no matter how big of a game they talk, they couldn’t find my clit even with directions. Two, even if they could, they wouldn’t. They’re the type that only care about their own pleasure and that defeats the purpose of me hooking up with them.”

“Well if you ever feel the need, my closet is your closet,” Tyler said after a chuckle.

“Thanks, but I’m not sure I’ll ever be that desperate,” She replied as she pushed away from the frame about to leave.

“Whatever you say Katie,”

“The fuck did I tell you about calling me that?” She asked harshly as she stopped herself from walking away.

“They’re right here. Come and take ‘em.”  He challenged while he continued to mess around with what he was working on.

“Believe me if there is ever an opportunity for someone to cut your manhood off I would be the first in line.”

Tyler chuckled before looking her in the eyes, a darker tone coating his voice as he spoke now. “You seem to forget just how much of a man I am love. You know damn well I’m capable of making any woman scream. Just depends on them if it’s pain or pleasure.”

“Well you’re always a pain in my ass. And not the good kind,” Kate retorted, trying to sound how she normally does around him and not as if his words were bringing him back to the night she met him.

“You get that for free. Just a perk of living here.” He joked while winking at her. But, you could get the pleasure too. Just tell me how you want it.”

He set down the electronics he had been playing with on a desk that was by his bed standing there with his arms crossed as if he was making a legitimate offer. Kate was fine with this just being banter between them, but the longer she stood in his room with him, and the longer he talked, the more she didn’t want to leave. Somehow through her conversation with him she had felt her underwear damped throughout the course of it. Now painfully aware that she had been slightly squeezing her thighs together to try and relieve the building pressure. And incredibly embarrassed because she realized she didn’t know how long she had been doing so.

“But that part’s not free. Hypothetically speaking.”

Tyler crossed his arms. “Quite simple really. I get you off. You get me off. And I get to enjoy the visual of you falling apart for me. That’s always a plus.”

“You say that like I’d just fall into your bed and start begging.”

He shrugged. “Might have to. What if once I get you under me I tell you I want to hear you beg for it or I won’t make you cum. Then what? You have two choices. Leave unsatisfied and hornier than ya were when you came in here, or beg.”

‘No one would ever be that needy’ is the response that would have usually left Kate’s mouth. Except for in this instance, she might be. She might have to swallow her pride and the dislike she had for Tyler just to get some relief. She just had to figure out if she’d be able to look herself in the mirror later if she gave in.

“Fuck it,” She mumbled as she walked fully into his room to where he stood, slamming the door closed behind her. “You got fifteen minutes Bate.”

Tyler chuckled briefly before grabbing Kate by the arm and carefully spinning her around to face the bed before pushing down on her upper back. Kate let him bend her over the edge of the bed as goosebumps began to rise out of her flesh. Partially for the excitement of what was about to happen. But partially nervousness of being alone with him and allowing him to have control. He stood behind her, one hand placed on her hip as he pulled her lower body closer to his. Kate wiggled against him, trying to get comfortable, and was able to feel just how hard their conversation had made him. Tyler didn’t expect it and a slight groan fell from his lips as he pushed his body even closer to hers, grinding against her. His other hand slowly traced up her back to the back of her neck as his fingers slowly intertwined with her hair before pulling on it yanking her head up. He smiled as she pushed against him even more.

“You’re in my domain now sweetheart. I’ll play with you as long as I want.”

Later that night, Kate was walking down the hallway towards Trent’s office he had on the top floor of the building. She knocked on the door at precisely the time he told her to be there and was met with his deep voice on the other side telling her to come in. She opened the heavy wooden door and entered to see Trent sitting in the large chair behind his desk. Tyler was already in the room, but she also noticed another man in one of the seats across from the desk. Kate was slightly confused at first because she thought the meeting was suppose to just be herself, Tyler and Trent. She had never seen this other man before.

“Ah. Needed to bring in one of your girls for the next meeting? Long day?” The man asked as Kate got closer to the desk.

Her face scrunched up slightly as she heard what this man had to say. She wanted to give him a piece of her mind, but before she was able to answer, Trent spoke.

“No. Not this time. She’s worth more than some whore on her knees.”

Kate found herself smiling at his answer. She felt pride in herself that he thought that highly of her. It made her feel like she was a beneficial part in his organization, and doing a good job proving her loyalty. It made her feel like when she was younger and Sheamus had taken her in and began to show her the ropes. She picked everything up quickly and he would tell her what a good job she was doing. And her worries began to fade about useful enough to have a place to stay and become an active part of the group. She hadn’t felt that in a long time.

“You got a girl working for you now? And a hot one at that?” The mystery man asked surprised. “She could make you a lot of money in your club with that look.”

“Look at that face,” Trent instructed as he pointed at Kate. “I’ve seen that face sad, angry, upset, happy, you name it. That face can infiltrate anyone’s heart and can be a ticket inside. That is entirely more valuable than however many twenties will get thrown at her in a night.”

“Well then,” He began as he started to stand up. “If you ever change your mind and want to test her out, let me know.”

“I’d quit while ahead if I was you mate. Her bite is actually worse than her bark.” Trent warned.

“And I’ve heard her bark plenty. It’s pretty vicious.” Tyler added.

“Close the door on your way out. Someone will show you to the front.”

Kate didn’t say anything to him, but tried to keep a stern look on her face which was a bit difficult since she was beaming internally. She waited until the door was closed before she spoke.

“Well he seems nice,” She stated sarcastically.

“You shoulda heard him earlier. Lad doesn’t know when to shut up,” Tyler said.

“Sounds familiar.”

“At least I was here to listen to him,” Tyler mumbled.

“Hey. I got here at the time Mr. Seven asked me to be here.”

Trent cleared his throat causing both of them to stop talking and look at him.

“In order for this to work, I’m going to need the two of you to work together and trust each other. Is that going to be a problem?”

“Of course not boss. You know I’m always professional when I need to be. And you know where my loyalty lies.” Tyler answered.

“What about you?” He asked as he looked at Kate.

Kate looked over her shoulder to Tyler, then back to Trent.

“No, sir. Tyler may be a dick and there may be times I’d like to shove a cactus down his throat, but I know he has my back. And I’ll have his.”

[cece693]

Kiss, Marry, Kill

pairing: jasper hale x male reader tags: human reader, jasper being hurt over small things, Emmett being his joking self, party games, crack fic?

Streamers of gold and cream swirled from the high ceiling of the Cullens’ mansion, and the soft glow of fairy lights made everything look like a magical dreamland—well, at least to your human friends, who couldn’t stop gawking at the place. For you, it was home away from home. After all, you spent so much time here with Jasper that the polished floors and glittering chandeliers had become more familiar than your own dorm room.

Still, tonight felt different. It was your birthday—the last you’d celebrate with a beating heart. Next year, you’d be fully immortal, forever attached to Jasper’s side. But first, you had a party to survive.

You had just finished eating a perfect slice of birthday cake (courtesy of Esme’s unwavering drive to make it tasty for even someone who despised cake) when Jessica's voice boomed across the music:

“Birthday boy! Get over here! We need you!”

Her tone made you freeze. You recognized that brand of enthusiasm. It usually meant trouble or embarrassing party games. With a resigned sigh, you left the comfort of the food table and found Jessica huddled in the living room with Angela, Mike, and a handful of other curious onlookers.

“We’re playing Kiss, Marry, Kill,” Jessica announced, flipping her hair as if she was unveiling some grand plan. “And you’re up first!”

Your stomach sank like a stone in a lake. An array of wide, excited eyes turned your way, including Mike’s—who offered a sheepish wave. You prayed to whatever powers exist that Jasper wasn’t within earshot. “C’mon, Jess,” you said, forcing a laugh. “Don’t you think I’m too old for this?”

She scoffed, rolling her eyes. “You’re twenty-one, not eighty-one! Besides, Emmett is all fired up just hearing about it.”

You heard a low chuckle from across the room. Emmett, leaning casually by the DVD shelf, flexed his biceps with a wink. Rosalie smacked his arm in mock annoyance. Great—there went your hopes of keeping this discreet.

“Alright, fine,” you relented, your cheeks heating. “Let’s get this over with.”

Jessica cleared her throat dramatically and raised a tiny notebook where she’d jotted down names. “So, Kiss, Marry, Kill…” She paused, letting the suspense build. “Mike, Emmett, and Tyler!”

You snorted. Of course she’d drag Emmett in. And Tyler? The guy who you briefly had a fling with before getting with Jasper? Oh boy, now you desperately hoped Jasper wasn't even in the house.

“Okay,” you began slowly. “Let me, uh…weigh my options…”

Immediately you thought of killing Tyler. No way would you announce you'll hypothetically kiss or marry him, it was tough enough to break your friends-with-benefits relationship. You didn't want to give him false hope when that ship has sailed. Mike was potentially clingy, might send you heart-shaped candies on Valentine’s Day with bad puns, but he was overall harmless. And Emmett, there would never be a boring day in your life, it was Rosalie you were worried about. She'll definitely kill you if you even dared to steal him away.

As these thoughts zipped through your mind, you realized the circle of friends was waiting with bated breath. “Alright,” you said, “if I have to choose, I'll kiss Mike…”you said, pointing lamely in his direction.

You heard him choke on a soft, “Really?”

Rolling your eyes, you glanced at Emmett, who was now wagging his eyebrows. "I'll marry Emmett. He’s entertaining, funny, strong, and got a great sense of humor..." you rattled off, trying not to laugh as Emmett bounced in his spot like a child. “You hear that, Rosie? I’m marriage material!” Rosalie simply rolled her eyes.

"And I'll kill Tyler. No offense man, but you did almost take out Bella with that van years ago, so maybe it's karmic justice. Rest in peace.”

While your friends erupted into laughter, especially at the idea of your 'marriage' with Emmett, you maneuvered your way through the crowd, itching to find Jasper. While it was merely a game, you knew it would rub your cowboy the wrong way to hear you'll marry his brother. Looking everywhere for him—his room, the kitchen, the living room, hell, even the bathroom—you had just returned to the kitchen where Edward suddenly flashed in front of you.

“Jeez, Edward!” you exclaimed, pressing a hand to your chest. “I'm still human, remember?"

He just shrugged with a knowing smile. “He’s in Carlisle’s study. I’d go talk to him if I were you.”

His expression told you everything you needed to know—Jasper was not in a good mood. With a nod, you headed toward the study, ducking under a few gold streamers.

You found Jasper sitting at Carlisle’s desk, arms folded, staring intently at the wall. His blond hair fell into his face, casting shadows across his darkening eyes. The moment you stepped in, he flicked his eyes up, then away, like he couldn’t decide if he wanted to see you or avoid you.

“Jazz?” you said softly, closing the door behind you. “Want to tell me what’s bothering you?”

His expression darkened as he let out a humorless laugh. “Don’t act like you don’t know. I heard everything. You’re apparently planning to marry Emmett now.” Though the jealousy stung your heart, his wording was so ridiculous you almost snorted. But one look at his face told you laughter would not help.

“It was a joke, Jazz. You know that.”

His Southern drawl grew sharper. “A joke, sure, but it sounded pretty convincing. You did have reasons lined up for why Emmett would be such a great husband.”

Your jaw dropped. “You’re serious right now?”

He held your gaze, frustration and hurt swirling in those golden irises. “If you wanna go marry him, go ahead,” he said bitterly. “It’s your birthday; maybe that’ll be my gift to you—freedom from me.” You took a breath, forcing yourself not to snap back. He was centuries old, but that didn’t stop him from occasionally having the emotional meltdown of a teenager.

“Jasper, you know I love you,” you said, voice cracking slightly. “The only reason I said I’d marry Emmett is because Tyler and Mike are the other two options. And I definitely wasn’t going to marry them.”

He ran a hand through his honey-blond hair, exasperation evident. “Still. Hearing you talk about Emmett like that…it wasn’t pleasant.”

“I’m sorry, but in the game, someone had to be Marry. And I—”

A loud creak announced a third party: Emmett barged in, wearing the dopiest grin. “Hey, fiancé!” he crowed, waggling his eyebrows.

Jasper’s eyes narrowed dangerously. “Emmett, I’m really not in the mood.”

Emmett tossed his hands up. “Okay, big guy, cool it. I just wanted to see if the wedding was still on or if I should start ripping up the invitations.”

You blushed furiously. “Emmett, get out!”

He laughed but obeyed, tossing a mock salute as he backed out, calling down the hallway, “Hey, Rosalie, we’re canceled… I mean, no, I’m not actually…It was a joke—don’t give me that look!”

When Emmett finally left, the door clicked shut, leaving you and Jasper alone again. You watched him quietly for a moment, noticing how his shoulders slumped with residual tension. “I’m sorry,” you repeated, stepping closer. “You mean everything to me—this game was Jessica’s silly idea, and I just got roped in. I swear, I never would’ve said it if I knew it’d hurt you.”

His jaw worked, and you could see he was trying to contain the waves of jealousy. You placed a tentative hand on his arm.

“I chose Emmett mostly for comedic effect, okay? Mike is…Mike, and I have history with Tyler. If I’d said I’d marry him, I’d be sleeping with one eye open. Emmett was the lesser evil.”

A flicker of amusement ghosted across his face—very brief. “So, you really don’t wish you had a ring from Emmett?”

You nearly laughed. “God, no. I’m sure Rosalie would kill me if I tried. And I only want your ring, anyway.”

He exhaled, some of the tension leaving his posture. Carefully, you slid your arms around his waist, feeling his cool body against yours. “You’re the one I want,” you insisted. “Always. Soon, we’ll be bonded forever—vampire to vampire. That’s bigger than a wedding.”

His eyes softened, and you could tell he was tuning into your sincerity—possibly even reading the waves of guilt and affection roiling off you. “I’m sorry I overreacted,” he said quietly, pressing his forehead to yours. “I just…don’t like the idea of sharing you.”

The door swung open again, this time revealing Alice, Bella, and Edward peeking inside—like a cluster of meddling siblings. “Are we good here?” Alice asked, twirling a piece of confetti between her fingers. “Because the party’s over, and I’m thinking of scheduling a no-more-dumb-games vow for the next birthday.”

Bella attempted a sympathetic smile. “We tried telling Jessica that it might not be the best idea.”

“Also, Emmett’s writing up a wedding registry,” Edward piped in, wry amusement in his tone. “You might want to stop him before he goes too far.”

Jasper let out a disgruntled sigh, rising from his seat. “I’ll put a stop to that.” You followed him out, hand in hand. The tension of the evening lingered in the air, but the weight was lifting, replaced by relief and some lingering embarrassment.

Back in the foyer, Emmett was dramatically dictating a registry list to Rosalie, who stared at him like he’d lost his mind. “Definitely want a waffle iron, and maybe a lifetime supply of hair gel for the big day—”

Jasper cleared his throat, and Emmett turned to see the two of you standing there. “Aww, the happy couple!” he teased, pressing his hands together.

“Emmett, enough,” Jasper hissed, though you could see the glint of amusement in his eyes.

Rosalie rolled her eyes and swatted Emmett with a leftover balloon. “You’re impossible.”

You let out a chuckle and caught Jasper’s eye. The corners of his lips lifted in a soft smile—an olive branch of sorts.

Alice, never one to miss a cue, fluttered over. “Now that the crisis is averted, how about we officially call it a night? There’s more cake on the table if you want it, but I doubt you do,” she teased, knowing full well none of the Cullens would partake.

“I might,” you joked. “Still human, remember?”

Jasper slid an arm around your waist, leaning down to press a cool kiss to your temple. “You might be human now,” he whispered, “but soon enough, we’ll have our forever.”

You smiled, heart full and light. “I wouldn’t want it any other way.”

[whatislovevavy]

Sliding Stops & Beating Hearts

Reiner! Tyler Owens x Fem!Reader (Honeybee)

Summary: Tyler Owens has worked almost his entire life for this moment. And he's so glad he gets to share it with you.

Warnings: Tyler being down bad for his wife, afab!reader, fluff, swearing, smut (18+), oral (m+f), facesitting, unprotected sex (wrap it before you tap it)

WC: 4.6k (I'm so sorry, but not sorry enough to make it shorter)

AN: Hey girlies :) Apologies for taking so long to post this, I've been very busy and it feels like I have to wait for what feels like some kind of astronomical event for me to be able to write. Tyler Owens is essentially Jake Seresin so yeah I'm writing for him now lol. Reining has always been one of my favorite equestrian sports to watch. Granted, I've never done it nor competed so apologies to any reiners out there if there's inaccuracies with how competitions go lol. Anyways, hope you enjoy :)

None of the pictures featured are mine and were taken off of Pinterest. All of my writings will be added to my writing side blog @sophs-writing-nook 

This is an 18+ fanfic, so minors scoot pls. You are responsible for the media you consume. Do not copy, plagiarize, repost, or translate this fic without my explicit permission as it is my own creation. 

The competition had been fierce and each ounce of caffeine in your veins from your strenuous, early morning drive from Arkansas to Oklahoma had done nothing to quell your nerves. 

You could feel the sweat emulate from your palms as you watched each rider and horse pair complete their routine with near flawlessness, confidence, professionalism, and near perfect scores on maneuvers. 

Tyler would need to give it his all to bring home the NRHA world championship title for this season. 

You watched with bated breath as the pair before Tyler’s exited through the in-gate, applause and cheers ricocheting off the concrete and aluminum walls of the stadium. The announcer’s voice crackling and echoing through the speakers as the pairs score was displayed on the JumboTron that hung ominously above the center of the arena, threatening to crush Tyler's lifelong dream if a perfect score wasn't achieved. You fiddled with the competition program in your hand, waiting for the announcer to give the go ahead for Tyler Owens and Coppertone Boy, or as he was affectionately called at home, Copper, to enter the arena. 

“Come on, honeybee, I think you're more nervous than I am.” The fingers of your hand stop gingerly massaging into the muscle between Copper’s alert ears, eyes meeting Tyler’s unnervingly calm ones. You sighed, bringing your hand down to softly stroke the stallion’s velvet muzzle, looking back out at the arena that would be vacant for only a few moments more. “It's just the anticipation is all.”

He swallowed, dipping his heels down further against his stirrups, his weight settling on the back of the palomino American Quarter Horse. His thumb running along the smooth leather reins in his moderately calloused hands, his posture straightening. Tipping his hat on his head, eyes drifting from your almost perfect facade of calm collection to the no longer virginal arena footing. 

He gingerly scratched at Copper’s strong, gilded withers and neck concealed by the silken, alabaster strands of his freshly detangled mane, easing any anxiety the 10 year old stallion may have had. 

“Copper will take care of me out there, and I'm coming back, Sweets” his lip quirked into a gentle smirk, letting your anxiety ease a bit. 

Copper gently nudged you with his head, trying to get one last scratch in before entering. Or maybe to try to reassure you. “I know, I-,” you took a breath, licking your lips,” just really want this for you, and we're so close. I can taste it.” 

His eyes glazed a bit, a special kind of warmth spreading in his chest. You had helped him hitch the trailer to pick up Copper from the auction a few townships over back in his early twenties. You were the one who was with him every step of the way, through every high and frustrating low of training him and getting him ready for every competition. You were the one to stay up all night with him when Copper coliced during a muggy spring night a few years back. You were the one who encouraged him to try reining after his bull riding rodeo career came to a halt. You were the one to hide out with him on his family's ranch in Arkansas during the summer thunderstorms in the hayloft as kids and lovesick teenagers. And you were the first person he got to kiss out in the back field after the haying season was done, laying under the cover of Cassiopeia and The Big Dipper with homemade strawberry moonshine. It made the wedding band on a chain around his neck all the more meaningful. The microphone crackled as the announcer cleared his throat, announcing for Tyler to enter the arena. 

“Come on, baby, I need my good luck kiss before I go out there.” His urgent, but sweet, tone made you chuckle.  Stepping on your tippy toes, you met his lips that only seemed to get softer the more you kissed him. As your lips left his, you gave the stallion that gleamed like a new penny under the stadium lights a last, quick rub at his withers and a whispered “take care of him for me.” The stallion nudged his pink and gray muzzle into your side, letting out a puff of breath, seeming to listen and affirm your wish. 

You turned back to the man you had loved since you were a sophmore in highschool. “You'll get something a lot more when you come back.” You said softly with a flirtatious tone, trying to lighten the nerves that seemed to electrify your fingertips. Your eyes told an unspoken “whether you win, or lose.” His eyebrows rise before a smirk settles on his lips. “Looking forward to it darlin,” he winks before turning his attention to the packed arena. He gives the stallion a gentle squeeze of his sides with his calves to get him into a working walk, head low, and relaxed as his metal shoe-clad hooves rhythmically ricocheted off the pavement leading up to the arena as applause and whistles from the crowd marked his entrance like a gladiator entering the Colosseum. You watched him leave your side with bated breath. 

You always envied how he was able to feed off of the crowd instead of cowering under it, even when he was getting tossed around as a professional bull rider in the local rodeo circuit. It was a trait that Tyler and Copper had in common that made them a perfect pair.

You watched each calculated movement he whispered to Copper through his hands, legs, and seat. Each movement done in perfect harmony, from flying lead changes to each heart racing spin and rollback. You practically knew the routine like the back of your hand, softly mouthing the required movements right as Tyler and Copper conducted them with  complete poise and confidence. You couldn’t help but let your eyes flit back and forth from the golden stallion enrapturing the attention of the crowd and the judges scribbling down notes that had the potential to cut like a blade. Tyler had a calm, at-ease aura around him; his hands still with just the right amount of contact on the reins, loose hips and strong legs that wrapped around the barrel of the strong, powerful, and graceful horse below him. Copper’s ears kept at ease, each one flitting back to listen to each whispered task Tyler gave him. His mane and tail swayed beautifully with the rest of his muscular, golden dappled frame; steel horseshoes gleaming under the large overhead lights. You felt your anxiety rise as Tyler only had one maneuver left to accomplish- a sliding stop from a full gallop, the most exhilarating maneuver in reining.

Your breath felt like lead in your lungs as you watched each stride Copper took to complete his routine. With an impressive stall of his hind quarters, Copper planted himself against the arena footing to come to a full stop, his hind legs slightly folding under him as Tyler kept his body steady. The arena went quiet for only a second as Copper found his footing, remaining in a halt. As soon as the judges gave Tyler the go ahead to leave the arena, you jumped up in glee, applauding and whistling, just like the entirety of the arena   as Tyler gave Copper a loose rein, giving his strong neck deligent pats of encouragement and rubbing his withers as he made his way out of the arena at a working walk pace. After all, he had earned it. 

But would it be enough to win?

You couldn’t contain the smile on your face as Tyler met your gaze with a heart stopping grin, his handsome dimples on display, timothy grass green eyes shining for you as his chest rose and fell from his exertion, and the sweat evident under his Stetson at his hairline. 

As soon as he cleared the in-gate, he was out of the saddle and embracing you, lips on yours as you giggled against him as he picked you up and spun you around, your fingers splayed over his stubbly cheeks. Copper stood patiently as his reins hit the cement floor. Your fingers resting at the back of his neck, feeling his sweat, natural scent, and the smell of leather and horses caress your senses. 

“I’m so proud of you, baby,” you said, voice thick with tears bubbling beneath your eyes as your hands encased his gently stubbled cheeks, his grin matching your own, voice thick, “Honey, whatever happens, I’m-,” his eyes becoming glassy, “I’m just so glad I’ve been able to do this with you. I love you so goddamn much.” He brought your lips back to his in a sweet, love filled kiss that made your stomach flutter.  The crackle of the microphone breaks you both away from your kiss, his embrace still on your hips. Tyler cranes his neck to look up at the JumboTron. 

Your eyes widening, putting your hands over your mouth and looking up at Tyler’s shock-parted lips as the arena broke into cheers. Tyler swings you around by your hips before bringing you to his lips again. 

A perfect score. 

—

As soon as Tyler rode out on Copper with you by his side during the award ceremony, and your picture was taken with his NRHA Championship trophy and Copper got his red, blue, and yellow tri-colored ribbon, you both were ready to load up Copper and drive all the way back to Arkansas. 

Photographers, interviewers, and cameras followed your little group out of the arena. Tyler and Copper both walked with pride in a way that showed a healthy balance of confidence and natural charisma. Copper not once flinched as cameras flashed as Tyler had him periodically stop for interviewers to ask questions, reins loose in his hand. Copper seemed to almost pose for the camera with his ears forward and moving with momentum whenever the cameras flashed; aware that he had done a good job and was being appreciated. You, on the other hand, preferred to be on the other side of Copper’s strong withers, away from the cameras, gently running your hand along his glistening coat; it took you and Tyler countless hours for it to gleam like gold. 

“Who would you say is someone who has always supported you on the road to winning this NRHA world championship title?”

You felt like you were hiding behind the near two ton animal, peeking over his strong neck to watch Tyler with his tipped up Stetson and near alabaster dress shirt. He turned from the interviewer to you with an easy grin on his face, gently reaching behind him to take your hand from underneath Copper’s neck, bringing you around his large head and into Tyler’s chest, placing a kiss to your forehead. You couldn’t help the blush that spread across your cheeks like wildfire as you gave the interviewer a shy toothy smile. 

“I’ve had the undeserved pleasure to have by my side, during this entire journey, the most beautiful woman I’ve ever known; my wife.” You felt your throat tighten and tears start to bubble up in your eyes at his gesture, all while trying to subtly hide away into his shoulder as the interviewer seemed to soak up the sweet moment between the new NRHA world champion and his wife. 

“You’ll have to forgive her, my honeybee’s a bit shy.” he chuckled, the interviewer following suit before asking her final questions with you by his side. 

As the last of the interviewers left to talk to the other competitors, you and Tyler led Copper back to the trailer to get him bedded in the trailer for the long way home.

You tried to keep your thoughts pure as you walked through the trucks and trailers with Copper in tow, passing competitors that turned into friends; like Bradley Bradshaw and his oil black quarter horse gelding, Turn and Burn, and Natasha Trace and her sorrel chestnut mare, Rising Phoenix. Both of which had gotten in the top 5 tonight out of 38. 

But Tyler looked too good right now. Too good. And his display of affection in front of the interviewer made your insides warm and jumble inside you. 

His hair peeking out from under his stetson, the color subdued from sweat; his taut jeans around his slim waist; his obnoxiously large belt buckle that glimmered in the overhead lot lights; his flushed, sweat soaked skin; bright, fern green eyes, and the defined line of his jaw to his handsome dimples. 

It didn’t help that you got distracted watching him tend to Copper as you put the tack in the trailer, biting your lip as you watched the thin material of his shirt cling to his back muscles. 

“Honeybee, you alright over there?” You almost needed to shake your head out of your trance, before trying to quickly put the tack away in the closet of the trailer, trying to focus on the task at hand and not on your lewd thoughts. 

As soon as you turned around from putting the tack away, Tyler was at the entryway. Both hands on the edge of the storage space prevented any chance of escape, sluttily leaning his weight on the frame like the scantily-clad men in those romance books Tyler always teased you for reading. He didn’t have anything to complain about though; he reaped the reward of it everytime. 

Your eyes met his mischief filled ones. “You got something on your mind, Honey?” 

You diverted your gaze from his eyes to his Stetson. He noticed, promptly removing it and placing it over his denim-clad pelvis with a teasing smile as he saw your eyes follow his movement. He always loved the dust of pink on your cheeks when he flirted with you. He took a step into the trailer, feeling his intoxicating scent invade your senses. 

You took a step forward, letting your eyes obscenely run over from his sweat-slicked back hair, to the slight crook in his nose, to his plush lips. Leaning into his ear, “I’ll tell you once Copper is in the trailer. Fed and watered.” Tyler almost shivered at the barely decent tone you used. You both were in a public space for Christ’s sake. 

“Yes, ma’am.” 

You bit your lip, a chuckle vibrating in your chest at his pace towards the patient stallion grazing from his well deserved hay bag as soon the words left your lips.

—

After ensuring all of your belongings were packed away, you went to check on Tyler and Copper. As you turned the corner, Tyler was just finishing up putting the latches on the trailer. “How’s our big guy doing?” You asked, leaning against the side of the trailer. 

He turned to you, “fed, watered, and out like a light. Copper’s going to sleep well on the ride home. Gave him a few extra flakes of hay to keep him occupied.”

“Now,” he took a step closer to you, a smirk painted across his lips, “I wanna hear what was on your mind earlier, pretty girl,” he purred. 

You took a step closer to him with a flirtatious smile blooming on your face, reaching out for his belt loops on his jeans. 

— 

“Honeybee,” he whimpered, heading hitting back against his truck as you sunk to the dusty ground beneath your knees, scrambling to unbuckle his obnoxiously large belt buckle, and unzipping his denim jeans with a harsh tug. He hissed, “careful, sweets, don't want to damage the goods,” you chuckled before bringing his jeans down to his knees. His breath freezing in his throat as you ran your palms against his defined Adonis belt and abs, scratching at the hair of his happy trail as your smooth palm found its home - wrapped around his thick, pulsing cock in his briefs. Tyler's eyes clenched shut, a hiss leaking from his kiss-swollen lips as you began to pump him in a corkscrew motion. God, he looked so good like this. Letting you take care of him and make him crumble beneath the palms of your hands. 

“Jesus, sweetheart.” His hips stuttered as you gave his oh so sensitive, engorged tip delicate kitten licks before taking him into your mouth, sucking softly. Eyes drifting shut as you savored the subtle musk of your husband and the salty taste of the precum leaking out of his cock. You hummed around his dick as his fingers weaved into your hair, keeping his cock encased in your hot mouth. 

Jesus, the glorious sight in your mind- Tyler’s head and Stetson tipped back, lips agape, cheeks flushed pink with sweat and arousal, dress shirt unbuttoned, strong abdominal and pectoral muscles exposed from years of ranch work, hips jutting out as his jeans and briefs tethered his ankles as you worked his fat cock. 

A sound akin to a mewl left his lips as you bobbed your head along his length, working his cock with your saliva soaked hand. 

“Oh fu- baby, that feels so fucking good.” His graveled voice made you clench your thighs, his eyes opening to see you pumping his cock as you playfully sucked on his balls. Saliva dribbling down your lips to the dirt below, leaving your mark on the event grounds. Your sinful acts hidden in the shadows of your truck and trailer. 

This was definitely the best way to celebrate a world championship win, he thought through a hazy conscience as he failed to find a steady tempo of breath. 

You could feel the tightness of his balls and the steady throbbing of the vein running underneath his thick cock. His fingers tightening in your hair. 

“God-Fuck-” His trail of words were cut off with a deep groan he tried to muffle the best he could.

 His hand kept your mouth around his cock as he shot his load down your welcoming throat, letting you swallow every hot drop he had to give. His body slumping against the truck, catching his breath as you rose up off the dirt, tenderly tucking him back into his jeans, bringing your lips to his. 

After a few moments, Tyler deepened the kiss,  reaching for the backseat door. He broke away from your lips, littering your neck and collarbones with messy, open-mouthed kisses. Your lips would get swollen soon from how hard you were biting them to conceal your mewls. His hands palmed and toyed with your cotton-clad breasts, feeling his calloused fingers slide under your t-shirt to fondle at your steadily peaking nipples. “Baby, we might need to do this half-clothed,” you murmured against his lips. He let his lips leave yours, realizing where you guys were: on the outskirts of the arena grounds. 

“Well, Honeybee, we’ll just have to do it with your pants down then, pretty girl.” He smiled sinfully. His gravelly tone always made you clench your thighs in need, and feel excited and jittery inside; like a new-born foal learning to run. 

He stripped off his dress shirt, leaving him with chest and abs exposed in the shadow of the truck. Before you had the chance to admire his half-bare body, he was unzipping your jeans and pulling them down along with your panties in one fell swoop. He guided your legs out of them before placing his beloved Stetson on your head. The sight of you bare below the waist and his white stetson had his cock twitching again. 

He hopped on the seat, laying down on the leather upholstery. “Come on, honey girl, get up here. I want a taste.” He purred, eyes raking from your face down to the little honey stash between your thighs with a Cheshire-like grin. 

You chuckled, excitement thrumming through your belly like a current of electricity. His hands guided your hips over his twitching dick, over his thick pecs, and right above where he wanted you. Your breath catches in your throat as Tyler brings your hips down with his broad hands, clutching at your soft waist as he starts lapping at your drenched core.  

“Fuck, Ty-” you clutched at his tufts of hair that peaked through your fingers, like the daisies in the hayfields. He toyed with your clit, his stubble scratching deliciously against your sensitive inner thighs. He gently sucked on your clit to pull each sweet moan and gasp from your lips. His thick fingers forming troughs along the soft flesh of your hips and thighs, keeping your weeping pussy pinned above his eager mouth. 

“Please.”

He grunted as your hips rocked against him, his grip tightening on your hips, guiding your movements. Your head tipping back as your thoughts failed to construe into something tangible besides broken moans and words. It’s amazing how Tyler’s Stetson has stayed on during your impromptu ride. 

God, the sight he had from below your thighs; black t-shirt riding up to just below your bra, your hands clutching at his hair and your covered breasts, beautiful parted lips, reddened cheeks and his staple atop your head.

You looked divine like this. Hell, you were divine for wanting to marry him in the first place. 

He gave your clit a delicate kiss, just enough to make you whine a little. Littering kisses along your inner thighs, feeling the tender flesh quake above him as you protested him giving attention to places that weren’t where you needed him to be. He licked his lips savoring the sweet taste of you on his tongue, and gently teased two fingers at your entrance making you gasp and whimper at the intrusion.

“Baby, you look so good from down here, so fucking good.”

His graveled voice was marked by a unique breathlessness that times like these brought him. Your hands pushed your t-shirt up and your bra down to toy with your exposed breasts and perky nipples as the Oklahoma evening air pebbled them. Your hazy gaze looking downward at your lover’s tousled hair, flushed cheeks and lust-blown pupils with a characteristic devilish grin on his arousal soaked lips.

“Fuck, baby”

He smiled as he guided his fingers into your welcoming heat, your pretty moans music to his ears. 

His fingers finding the perfect tempo against that little spot inside you that made your toes curl against the upholstery of the car. His free hand holding an iron grip on your hip, keeping you steady.

If you hadn’t felt like you were going to cum before, you were now.  

Tyler could feel your velvet walls constrict around his welcomed digits. A soft yelp leaves your lips as he finds your clit again; toying and sucking at the delicate bundle of nerves at the apex of your thighs. He sucked harder the more you pulled at his hair.

“Tyler, I’m so close, please make me cum baby-please.”

The wanton, sultry tone your voice got in this state made him ache in his jeans and move his fingers that much more eagerly. 

You felt the familiar build up of pleasure in your tummy and the sparks of pleasure traveling from your toes. Tyler watched as you fell apart over him with a wracked moan of his name as his fingers continued to rub that special spot inside you, and as he continued to toy with your poor, abused clit.

He slowed his movements to a halt, letting his fingers leave to hold your hips steady, bringing his lips to languidly kiss and lathe at your cum soaked folds, drawing out any last sparks of pleasure and the sweet, little noises you always made for him. 

Your thighs shook with the aftermath of your orgasm, your body still ringing with small sparks of pleasure and sensitivity, your whimpers pouring out. 

He lathed his last set of kisses to your pussy before sliding your hips down to rest over his throbbing dick, hidden behind a layer of denim. 

Tyler brought both hands to encase your face, bringing your lips to his in a kiss full of teeth and tongue, your mouth going to the prominent vein on the side of his neck, lathing and marking the flesh as your own, spurred on by the deep groans of the man underneath you. He growled, feeling you bite into the skin there. It would surprise him if you didn’t draw blood. 

“I want to ride your thick cock, baby.” you simpered.

“Fuck, you make me so hard, Honeybee.” He growled, feeling you unzip his jeans, pulling out his aching cock and lining him up at your entrance. Gently teasing the tip, running it along your folds, letting it soak up your arousal. You smirked as you listened to the borderline moans that reverberated from his chest. He felt his eyes almost roll back at the feeling of your walls welcoming him in; back home. You watched with lust hazed eyes as his face was consumed with tension; his eyes clenched shut, brow lines rippling the tanned skin of his forehead, his tense jaw and kiss swollen lips. 

He guided your hips, savoring the feeling of you. His hips bucking up into your awaiting pussy as he got more and more invigorated for his release. 

“Fuck, Honey-fuck!” He growled as he felt your walls squeeze him for all he was worth. 

“God, you’re always so good for me, such a good fucking girl” he said as he held your hips tighter, fucking up into you at a faster pace than before. Gasps and moans falling from your lips as he pummeled that sweet, heavenly spot inside you that had you seeing a kaleidoscope of sensations behind your eyes, and your fingers clawing at his pecs and shoulders for stability. Tyler could feel the coil in his stomach tightening as his release was barreling towards him like a train going into a station. His abs tightening, pace unrelenting as he chased his high. He could feel you were close with this new set pace, your lips parted as sweet sounds echoed from your lips. He held on until he felt your walls snap close on him like a vice, your thighs shaking as your high washed over him with a broken moan and tremor. His hips rose, fucking into you one last time before releasing his hot load into your pretty pussy with a deep growl. 

—

He gingerly pulled up your panties, keeping his cum trapped between your folds. He snapped the button of your jeans closed as he languidly made out with you. He changed into a t-shirt that hugged his biceps just right, keeping his jeans on. You both silently changed into your new set of clothes with content, lovesick smiles on your face. You gave him a kiss as he passed you his sweatshirt to wear during the ride home. 

You both settled into the front seat of the truck. By now, most people had gone home, the bright stars above watching over you. He placed his Stetson on the backseat, smirking as he watched you reach out for the cowboy hat, placing it on your head with a cute smile that made him smirk and shake his head. 

He leaned over, placing a soft kiss to your lips. 

“I love you, Honeybee.”

“I love you too, Ty.”

You give his thick thigh a squeeze, smiling as he groans into the kiss. He pulled black from the kiss, putting the truck into drive. As soon as his hand is free, he takes your hand in his, making your cheeks warm at the gesture, kissing the back of it as he pulls out of the dirt road onto the interstate towards Arkansas.

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[falloutwitch2004]

Frank Castle Masterlist

Headcanons/One-Shots

Fifteen Minutes: https://www.tumblr.com/falloutwitch2004/781735277601456128/fifteen-minutes?source=share

Frank Castle x Reader who's afraid of storms: https://www.tumblr.com/falloutwitch2004/779725166891679744/frank-castle-x-reader-whos-afraid-of-storms?source=share

Anti-Repressant: https://www.tumblr.com/falloutwitch2004/781864480188547072/anti-repressant-song-fic?source=share

Frank Castle x Aspiring Artist Reader: https://www.tumblr.com/falloutwitch2004/779957299938803712/frank-castle-x-reader-whos-an-aspiring-artist?source=share

Frank Castle x Matt's Sister Reader: https://www.tumblr.com/falloutwitch2004/780049197493878784/frank-castle-x-matts-sister-reader-headcanons?source=share

Frank Castle x Reader with an extensive skincare routine: https://www.tumblr.com/falloutwitch2004/779689245054042112/frank-castle-headcanons-w-reader-that-has-an?source=share

Frank Castle x Reader who bruises easily: https://www.tumblr.com/falloutwitch2004/779905986629599232/frank-castle-x-reader-who-bruises-easily?source=share

City In A Garden (Frank Castle x Emilia Sanchez)

Season 1, Episode 1: https://www.tumblr.com/falloutwitch2004/781685942076473344/city-in-a-garden?source=share

Season 1, Episode 2: https://www.tumblr.com/falloutwitch2004/781445712991911936/city-in-a-garden?source=share

Season 1, Episode 3: https://www.tumblr.com/falloutwitch2004/780774211069296640/city-in-a-garden?source=share

Season 1, Episode 4: https://www.tumblr.com/falloutwitch2004/780510397401874432/city-in-a-garden?source=share

Season1, Episode 5: https://www.tumblr.com/falloutwitch2004/781866173059956736/city-in-a-garden?source=share

Season 1, Episode 6:

https://www.tumblr.com/falloutwitch2004/782043484888662016/city-in-a-garden?source=share

Season 1, Episode 7:

https://www.tumblr.com/falloutwitch2004/782764028414001152/city-in-a-garden?source=share

Season 2, Episode 1:

https://www.tumblr.com/falloutwitch2004/783482857767174144/city-in-a-garden?source=share

[mizuhinaa]

Baba yaga

Edição e recursos picsart

Artes oficiais Jujutsu Kaisen e Psycho-pass.

Dramatica

Presente @ Haruno_Gabii.

Nota: Gabi lançou fic ontem e eu sou uma pessoa incondicionalmente apaixonada por romance policial e filmes de ação. Essa fic é inspirada em John Wick, então está um primor.

[total-drama-brainrot]

"It's okay, little buddy. Hypnosis isn't scary. Al had hypnotized me before and I'm alright!" Owen happily said to Noah. "I think you should let Al help you conquer your fear. I'll be right beside you, so nothing embarrassing will happen to you, I promise."

Noah hesitated, looking at Alejandro with a mixture of fear and suspicion. The other contestants, sensing the tension, nodded in agreement.

"Yeah, man. We'll all be here with you. You're not going to be alone." Tyler said.

Finally, Noah relented, feeling the pressure of his peers. "Alright, fine. But you better keep your word."

Alejandro grinned, his white teeth gleaming in the dim light. "Of course, Noah. You have my word."

Alejandro began to swing his necklace back and forth in front of Noah's face, the hypnotic movement calming his nerves. "Look at the pendant, Noah. Watch it go back and forth, back and forth. You're feeling more relaxed already, aren't you?"

Noah's eyes followed the pendant, mesmerized despite his best efforts to resist. "Yeah… it's… calming…" he muttered.

Alejandro smiled, his voice steady and soothing. "That's right, Noah. You're feeling very calm and relaxed right now. Your fears are beginning to fade away. You're starting to trust me. When I count to three and snap my fingers, you're going to fall asleep. One… Two... Three."

As Alejandro snapped his fingers, Noah's body relaxed completely, and his breathing deepened as he slipped into a deep sleep. Noah had a peaceful smile on his sleeping face. The other contestants watched with bated breath.

"Sleep well, mi amgio... He's going to need his rest now," whispered Alejandro. "But don't worry, I'll make sure that he's safe."

Most of the contestants nodded and walked out of the room.

Owen however hesitated. "... But I promised Noah that I would be right beside him when he wakes up."

"And you are a wonderful friend for doing that, but if you say or do something that wakes Noah up, it might reverse my work." Alejandro lies, looking at Owen with false patience.

Owen nervously looks at the sleeping Noah, then he sighs. "Okay then... If you say so, Al... I trust you."

Why does Owen feel like he's making a mistake?

As Owen left, Alejandro remained behind, standing over Noah. The Hypnotist whispered softly in Noah's ear, his voice like silk, "You're going to be so useful to me, Noah. You're going to help me achieve great things. You understand that, don't you?"

Noah's eyes still remained closed, but then he nodded slightly.

"Good boy. Now, let's put some more ambition in your mind, shall we?" 😈

anon, you can't just post an au fic of an au fic in my inbox and NOT expect me to go feral.

10/10, please post to ao3 so i can give you kudos. 👏

[thlayli-ra]

Okay, every time I watch RAW/Smackdown I start wondering who's a valet and who's a dominant out of the new(er) guys and who's paired up and who's single... Indulge my curiosity, pleeeease? ��

This is pretty much my default setting LOL - I exclusively judge wrestlers based on how they fit in the valetverse, so will I indulge? Absolutely!!!

Raw Roster:

(Let's start with the easy ones)

Cody Rhodes (valet) is still married to Randy Orton (dominant) but they've since divorced from Ted DiBiase Jnr. (They also have a kid in the valetverse now)

CM Punk (valet) is still married to The Undertaker (dominant) and they have Frankie Calaway.

Seth Rollins (valet) is still married to Roman (dominant) and Jon Moxley (valet) but their marriage is a bit shaky after the events at Wrestlemania (which I will go into in future fics). No kids.

Drew McIntyre (dominant) is still married to Jinder Mahal (dominant) but he's... having a bit of a crisis just now involving a certain Second City Saint.

Sami Zayn (valet) recently remarried Kevin Owens (dominant)

Damian Priest (dominant) is married to Finn Balor (valet, beloved husband), Dominik Mysterio (valet, who's been sniffing around elsewhere recently) and JD McDonagh (valet, but is actually more Finn's boyfriend)

Chad Gable (valet) is married to Otis (dominant). For now...

Kofi Kingston (valet) and Xavier Woods (valet) are both married to Big E (dominant)

Gunther (dominant) is married to Ludwig Kaiser (valet), recently divorced from Giovanni Vinci (valet)

Rey Mysterio (dominant, had to think hard about this one. He ticks all the right boxes for a valet but the more I think about it, the more I see him as a really short dominant) is married to Joaquin Wilde (valet) and Cruz del Toro (valet). Recently betrayed by bestie Carlito (dominant, who Dirty Dom has been sniffing around).

Karrion Kross (dominant) is a tricky one for me because he needs a Scarlet imo - his harbinger of doom! But whether this role is filled with another wrestler on the roster or a 'gender-bender' version of Scarlet, I can't decide. I'd love to hear some suggestions?

Sheamus (dominant) is recently divorced from Ridge Holland (valet) and Pete Dunne (valet).

Everybody else on the Raw roster is single, as far as I can see (but then I only watch Raw sporadically when Punk is on) and is split like this;

Valets:

Akira Tozawa, Dragon Lee, Ilja Dragunov, Jey Uso, The Miz, Ricochet, R-Truth, Tyler Bate

Dominants:

Akam, Braun Strowman, Bron Breaker, Bronson Reed, Brutus Creed, Dijak, Ivar, Julius Creed, Odyssey Jones, Rezar,

Smackdown Roster:

LA Knight (valet) is still married to Bobby Lashley (dominant)

Baron Corbin (dominant) has divorced from Bo Dallas (valet, who has since vanished...???? Hmmm 🤔)

Angelo Dawkins (dominant) is married to Montez Ford (valet)

Santos Escobar (dominant) is married to Angel (valet) and Berto (valet)

Karl Anderson (valet) has long been married to Luke Gallows (dominant)

Johnny Gargano (valet) is married to Tomasso Ciampa (dominant)

Everybody else is single and is split like;

Valets:

AJ Styles, Apollo Crews, Ashante 'Thee" Adonis, Austin Theory, Carmelo Hayes, Cedric Alexander, Elton Prince, Grayson Waller, Kit Wilson, Logan Paul, Tonga Loa (so far, maayyy change my mind on that depending on what he does the next wee while)

Dominants;

Andrade, Shinsuke Nakamura, Solo Sikoa, Tama Tonga

Phew! Considered yourself indulged! 🤣

[ugsomebeauty]

Aching for Relief [E] - Tentoo x Rose fic

The Doctor (metacrisis) and Rose. Almost first time. Smut, dash of embarrassment, and a lot of fluff.

Summary:

She’s going to have to face him and they can’t pretend this isn’t happening. Well, if they can manage this, maybe the rest of their human lives isn’t such a challenge. Prompt: [redacted] They spend the night tending to her inflamed loins.

Read on AO3

Notes:

Fic translated from my previous work in the Castle fandom that is a bit interesting for a Tentoo x Rose first time fic. Domestic tender loving care.

Aching for Relief

It's a sweet relief. The clash of lips and teeth and tongues, the second the door closes. Anger, frustration, love and lust pouring into each other as hands claw and grope. Two days of travel, and catching up and confessions and today was finally theirs.

Somehow - neither are sure when - they made it through the hallway and are at the precipice of her bedroom. Eyes meet, questions unspoken are answered in each others expression, and so they continue straight through the doorway to the unknown.

Hands grasp and pull. In no time at all, they’re down to their underwear, Rose’s bra lost when he spun her onto the bed. The Doctor, her Doctor, is nestled between her thighs. His hands cup her breasts with such reverence she starts to wonder if he’s going to consummate their relationship or worship her. Realising there may be little difference when it comes to the two of them, she quirks a smile. Rose’s hands wander for another feel of that delicious backside and her fingers slip beneath the band to touch more skin.

The Doctor laves at her collar bones and explores the unique taste of his Rose. Eager thumbs caress her nipples, his slightly-more-than-human senses overwhelmed by her. Silken thighs holding him close, supple skin beneath him, deft hands working down his boxers about to expose him for the first time. A stillness breaks out across the room as the former Time Lord sits back a little, lowering his boxers as Rose props herself up on elbows to observe beneath her heavy lashes, with bated breath. His erection springs free and her eyes widen a little but she reigns herself in. The Doctor notices, ever attentive to her response, unsure whether this is her backing out or just taking him in.

A moment of hesitation as he wonders if they should continue. Rose has other plans and she reaches for him, needing him to know they’re okay, she’s ready for this to unfold. She takes his hands in hers, giving an almost imperceptible squeeze before placing them on her hips and catching the lace of her underwear with his thumbs. 

It’s settled, this is happening. The Doctor’s breath stutters as Rose raises her hips and helps him to uncover her.

The stillness becomes frenetic as they savour the moment, both so close and exposed, chests heaving before they collide. Coming up off the bed, Rose meets him halfway, arms wrapping around each other in a cocoon. Their mouths meet and any pretence of tenderness goes out the window as she nibbles on his bottom lip drawing out a low rumble she feels in his chest against her. One of his hands skates down between her thighs and he groans again as his fingers skitter across the hot, wet flesh. Rose goes slack jawed at finally being touched, finally feeling her Doctor against her so intimately.

Spurred on by the contact, her own hand seeks him out and is met with a gasp against her ear as she grasps the thick, velvet hardness of his cock. It’s too much to bear, everything almost - but not quite - there and she breathily whines, “Doctor.”

He’s slightly taken aback at that. Rose Tyler just begged him, breathlessly uttering his name with her hand on his- oh god. They’re finally doing this. A firm kiss to her lips and he reaches for his discarded jacket, pulling a foil packet out the pocket as best he can while Rose learns the intimacies of his skin by touch.

Taking her hand from him, the Doctor meets her eyes, swallowing thickly, “You’re sure?”

Rose licks her parted lips, hips seeking his, “Please.”

That second he commits the rest of his breaths to earning that syllable, entirely helpless to her. Now he knows with certainty that they both want this, no more time is wasted. The condom is rolled on and his hands run down the outside of her thighs. They fall open inviting him in fully. His hands take hold of her hips and the space between them becomes nothing, as he slides against her.

Guttural moans roll around the bedroom, eyes locking as Rose’s hand takes ahold of him and guides his engorged tip to her opening. Breath held in anticipation, his slow entry forces the air from her lungs. From the moment she’d laid eyes on him she knew he was going to be a challenge but this is something else. A gentle stretch, inch-by-inch, as the Doctor allows her to slowly adjust, burns with a sweet pleasure-pain.

After a few delicate half thrusts he is fully buried within her pulsating walls. There is not a chance in this galaxy that the Doctor is going to surrender to his own exquisite pleasure enough to close his eyes for a second. He’s going to savour every second. Rose’s nails are digging into his arms, eyes half open, lips parted with ragged breath and a primal involuntary whine emitting from her upon his every movement.

Pulling nearly all the way out, he begins a slow thrust back in, and Rose hisses with the burning stretch, still getting used to him. A steady pace is struck between them, long and deep strokes of the Doctor’s hips against Rose’s response with a tiny rocking motion. Things are going to be over all too soon for him, years of sensation pouring out in fantasy turned reality.

It’s then that she realises the pleasurably painful stretch the Doctor is providing has all but dissipated while the burning continues. If anything it’s intensifying with each torturous stroke. What was deeply erotic has suddenly become intensely uncomfortable.

Nails digging harder into him, Rose squirms a little. She’s still wrought with varying sensation and emotion - he’s interpreting it as pleasure. She manages to grunt out the unthinkable, “Ah- stop. Doctor.”

His singular heart sinks. Hips stopping as immediately as he processes the words. She’s changed her mind. She’s not ready. He’s a stranger, possibly this is a mistake. He tries to convey what he hopes is understanding in his eyes before pulling out but her heels dig into his backside, encouraging stillness. Tight grip still held on him, Rose breathes slow and measured, biting her lip while not meeting his eye.

Something is going on. He’s missed something. His not-quite-big-enough human-Time Lord brain has missed something.

“Rose?”

She sighs and squeezes her eyes tight shut, whispering roughly, “Did you use a condom?”

“Yeah, don’t worry. We’re okay-” he brings a hand to her face tenderly trying to reconnect with her.

 “No- I- you need to move,” her whole body is tense, legs still gripping, deadly serious, “Slowly.”

Now he’s entirely lost, no clue whether she’s changed her mind, or worse. What if he’s hurt her? Whatever it is, she certainly isn’t in the moment with him any more. Rose appears to struggle, brow still furrowed before she lets out a deep breath and speaks at last.

“Allergic to,” she swallows, torn between her own annoyance and the painful sensation, tonight was meant to fix them, be the start of them, “Allergic to latex.”

The Doctor immediately stiffens and looks down where they’re joined before meeting her eyes, she looks shy and uncomfortable. He will do anything in his power to never see her so out of her stride again.

“I didn’t know. How didn’t I know? I’m sorry!” She shakes her head at him, breathing still measured.

“Just, slowly,” he pulls out a little, softening cock aiding their relief mission,  “God! So slowly- yeah, that.”

Her thighs tremble a little as they drop to his sides, opening herself up to allow his exit. The slow slide now feels like a raw burn and she doesn’t realise she’s closed her eyes until his hands gently remove hers from his arms. Shit, she really was gripping him.

“Sorr-”

“Don’t you dare.” His voice thick with earnest, one of his hands tenderly holds hers while he manoeuvres himself from within her and finally lies at her side.

For the first time in his expansive life, the Doctor is entirely unsure what to do now. He’s had his fair share of disasters, but as a Time Lord with considerable resources they’ve been righted, laughed off...  anything but this. This, this is all new. This is Rose Tyler, it was meant to be perfect. They were going to be magnificent. Somehow, laughing this off isn’t quite right. Not when he’s gone and introduced something she’s allergic to, into the most intimate and delicate areas of her body.

Rose’s breathing is remarkably even; she’s still calming herself. It’s too late to save her any pain and he knows it. Her thighs are still parted wide, one of her hands rests on her chest the other her stomach as if to ground herself. Oh Rose.

“What can I do?” He enquires turning to face her, “I swear if I knew, Gods, Rose, I never would have. We didn’t even have to. All this time and space and I couldn’t wait another day-”

 Her hand leaves her chest and the back of it lands on him, effectively silencing him. “Don’t. It’s my fault. I was too caught up to think. Probably to even remember to use one. You saved us a bigger mess there, eh?”

That’s not new, Rose trying to bring levity to a situation. Soothing him. From his perspective alone this is awkward for her, that’s discounting any pain she’s currently in.

“Are you - I don’t know - do you need medication?” She remains still except for the rise and fall of her chest, feet planted on the bed, exposed to the room. He’s fairly sure that this kind of vulnerability and exposure is not one she’d offer so willingly with their first sexual encounter given a choice, which means she really must be in pain. What has he done?

“Hmm,” beginning to move herself, “No, it’s not threatening. I just, hmm,” she considers, trying to reign in the awkwardness she feels, “Just gonna nip to the bathroom.”

“Of course. Anything you need.”

Rose rises from the bed, diligently keeping her legs from touching which does nothing to quell his unease. At the edge of the bed she sits to get up and sucks in a breath, immediately removing herself from contact with the sheets. A blush stains her cheeks as she hangs her head, “I can’t believe this is happening. Could you- could you not look?”

A please might have been lamely tacked onto the end of that but he’s busy noisily rustling the sheets, physically turning his whole body to face the corner. The least he can do is afford her some dignity as she hobbles to the bathroom.

A murmurs of thanks and the closure of the bathroom door are the only sounds he hears before realising just how quiet the night is. As much as he wants to help, he’s feeling lucky beyond belief that they’ve made it this far. If there is one thing the Doctor knows it is Rose Tyler. The metacrisis couldn’t take that from him. Even without prior experience in this particular arena, he is well aware that it is far too soon to offer (well, more accurately, for her to accept) intimate care.

But he would.

—

Ten minutes later, Rose has still not emerged and he’s pulled on some boxer briefs. Trying not to pry is fruitless when it’s just the two of them, on the precipice of something wonderful in her silent apartment.

He hears every intake of breath and running of the tap. The Doctor knew he was in deep but he didn’t realise what that meant until the domestics started to creep in. How readily he’d walk in there and tend to every inch of her skin without so much a pleasure seeking urge.

On the other side of the door, Rose finds herself running out of options. She’s tried cold water on toilet paper but it’s all too soggy and fleeting with its comfort. She tried guiding the shower head to her tender and inflamed flesh but the water felt too abrasive.

Naked in the dead of night, in her bathroom, with her whole universe just the other side of the door. Not a position she really thought she’d find herself in. Okay, maybe she had. Minus the leaving before it got really good. Certainly not with a latex reaction burning its way through her… well her everything. A hot and throbbing pain burned uncomfortably internally, externally and low in her pelvis. She didn’t have to touch herself (couldn’t think of anything worse) to know that she was swelling, at least it was a local reaction, that was something right? Well, fuck.

Gentle knocking at the door reminds her of the Doctor’s presence. There is no quick fix, it’s something she’ll have to wait out and ease the discomfort until it does. She’s going to have to face him and they can’t pretend this isn’t happening. Well, if they can manage this, maybe the rest of their human lives isn’t such a challenge.

“Rose?” he sounds concerned, “How are you doing? You’ve been a while.”

A groan emits unbidden from her lips, “Doctor.” It’s a wish and an apology.

“I’m coming in, okay.” Not that she has a chance to object, she’s glad for that because she needs him to help her work out how to get them past this awkward moment that was meant to be their first time.

She’s bent over the sink, resting her elbows and hiding her face in shame. Such contrast to her how legs are parted and displaying everything she has under the harsh bathroom light but she simply cannot stand the heat or pressure of closing them. Her back jerks at the touch of his hand but she settles as he smoothes it across her spine. Tingles rupture from his touch and she wishes she could act on that.

“I’m reall-”

“Don’t. We’re down the rabbit hole now.” He’s surprised by how accepting and deprecating her words are, this Rose that has found him, bared herself to him, distract, bluster or bite.

“Okay, so. Let me help.” Before the inevitable protest arrives he intercepts, “You’re having an allergic reaction, that’s not going away anytime soon and neither am I. You’re only other option is to grab your clothes and run and from the looks of it you can’t stand straight. So let me help.”

His hand soothes down her spine and he places a kiss at the nape of her neck, something he’s been tempted by so many times while reaching past her to pilot the TARDIS. Now that he can, he may never stop.

“I don’t know what to do, Doctor.” A pitiful sound from a woman so strong. He feels her relax a little, starting to share the weight and unload.

“What do you normally do?”

She snorts, “Use latex free?”

“Which has been duly noted, top of my shopping list and will never happen again.”

She cocks an eyebrow at him in the mirror, “There’s an again?”

“Well,” he scratches the back of his head, “Provided I haven’t permanently incapacitated you. Don’t you think there will be?”

“Yes.” Startled by the bluntness of her own admission, Rose drops her hands and straightens up a little, placing them by the basin.

“So, what do you normally do-” their eyes catch in the mirror.

“Ah, it hasn’t. I mean, it started as a teen, dishwashing for cash at a greasy spoon. Y’know, with gloves. I assumed whatever reaction my hands had wasn’t worth risking elsewhere sooo,” sucking in a breath, “always made sure to have latex-free.” He nods, still feeling apologetic.

“Well, if you have a reaction on your skin, what do you do?”

She breathes out slowly, “Put a cold compress on it and take some painkillers for the swelling.” Her last word trails off on his hiss.

“Swelling? How do you react?” Catching her gaze in the mirror and looking slightly startled.

She wants the ground to swallow her up now. With his hand providing comforting pressure on her lower back and a puppy dog look in his brown eyes, the answers are drawn from her.

“Where ever has, come into contact,” tactfully choosing her words, “Usually gets red and swollen, kinda irritated.”

“Ouch. Okay, well, cold compresses and painkillers we can do. If you don’t have any there’s that handy little shop up the road, a tiny supermarket. Excellent idea… Unless you think a bath would be better…” he suggests, hopefully helpful, with a slight squeeze to her hip. The contact is already as natural as breathing.

“I, umm, tried but, the water’s,” she rolled her eyes at the ridiculousness, “The water feels too harsh.”

“Right, it’s settled. You’re coming back to bed and I’ll fetch the supplies.” Her shoulders dropping is not a move that he misses, “Besides, we’ve saved each other from impromptu wedding nights with intergalactic species, this is nothing. By tomorrow it’s just another one of our stories.”

A small chuckle slips from her lips and she finally stands upright, as well as she can while preventing her thighs touching the irritated skin between them. Rose has no idea how she’s going to travel to the bed without dying of shame when her Doctor, once more, saves her.

“Do you want a hand or shall I just go fetch-” her head shake was immediate, so with a smile of understanding he presses a kiss to her forehead, leaving for the kitchen.

The warmth and love she immediately feels from the simple gesture of his lips against her is equally relaxing and arousing. She is reminded of just how new, yet old, this dance of theirs is.

By the time the Doctor comes back with a tray in his hands, she’s reclined on the bed, propped up with pillows. She’d felt a little exposed in her vulnerable state; her new lover in a long time partners body was quite something. On her way back to bed she’d snatched his t-shirt and pulled it over her head. Not too far off her own size, but it smells of the universe and him. The man himself is placing a tray on the bed as he comes to sit beside her. It’s stocked with a compress, painkillers, a glass of water, hot chocolate and toast.

“Doctor. You didn’t need to.” He shrugs her off.

“It’s the least I can do as your… house guest,” his eyes meet hers suggestively, they’re not going to dwell on semantics tonight, “You’ve crossed universes, fought time and Daleks, had a frankly shocking zeppelin ride to get home, accepting me along with it, and then I did this.” Gesturing towards where her thighs are parted and precariously covered by the hem of his shirt, “Help yourself, though I see you already did-” plucking at the shirt of his she wears, eyes shining at her with a smirk, “Looks far better on you.”

There’s a flush to her cheeks as her heart races with something she’s not prepared to put a name to tonight, but knows she will soon. She merely whispers, “Thank you.”

He nods in ascension, gentle smile still prying at his lips as he wraps a towel around the compress and extends his arm towards her midsection with it, unsure, she’s about to take it from him when he decides to proceed with caution anyway. Rose holds her breath, the enormity of the situation pressing onto her chest, that he is tending to her so intimately. Well, that and the uncertainty of how much it might hurt when he makes contact with her skin. With the gentlest of touches, the Doctor delicately peels back the edge of her borrowed shirt and carefully presses the cool compress to her inflamed skin.

Rose hisses and bites her lip with closed eyes, controlling her reactions. The cool pressure at her opening is relieving with an edge of a sting. She is more than willing to put up with that for the way it’s calming her throbbing heat.

“That okay?” His eyes had never left her face, wanting to watch her reaction lest he do something wrong, and afford her some dignity until she was fully settled with him.

“Mmm.”

Though she was still somewhat edgy, nervous about this vulnerability and exposure especially so immediately into this new chapter of their relationship, the Doctor felt a sense of pride in himself and in her.. Tonight was best kept light, not one to spill endless depth of emotion and to relive old traumas. With that he nudged her in the side, prompting her to open her eyes.

“I do hope I didn’t make this for nothing,” teasing to his tone as he hands her the hot drink, waiting as she jiffles herself against the pillows and adjusts the compress so she can drink.

“Well, I’d hate to be rude,” snuggling the mug between two hands and shooting that smirk that had occupied so many of his thoughts on lonely nights. The Doctor moves himself to sit beside her middle, enjoying his own drink, heart doing a happy dance with how she relaxes into his care, reaching for a slice of toast. It causes her to lean over far enough that the compress strokes against her and she pauses with a frown. Oh.

As usual, the Doctor misses nothing, taking some toast and putting it in her hand. A concerned look surreptitiously drops to the source of the pain. She accepts her toast gladly and they spend a few minutes chewing in silence.

Once she’s done with the eating, Rose goes for the painkillers, giving him a grateful look when he hands them to her before a similar uncomfortable incident occurs again. When they’re both done with their drinks and Rose is settling happily into the plush pillows behind her, he takes their cups and puts them on the tray, removing everything from the bed. This time he returns to kneel beside her, concerned look on his face.

“How is it? Is it more comfortable? I know you won’t feel great but, still. I picked the softest towel I could find for the compress-” he’s talking at Doctor-speed on a continuous rush of air and she stops him with a moan.

“Mmm,” when she speaks again it’s less convincing however, “Very soft, I’m just very sensitive.”

“Duly noted,” he counters, diffusing any tension as she rolls her eyes at him, “Is it not a bit cold?”

“A bit,” she chews on her lip, debating something in her head and he takes her hand, running his thumb over the back of her knuckles. It brings more relief than any compress or painkiller could.

“Let me get rid of it for a while,” she tenses at his words, “I’ll keep it nearby, but I don’t want to add pneumonia to your maladies tonight.”

“I don’t think your bits can get pneumonia.”

“Bits? Did Rose Tyler just refer to her own genitalia as ‘bits’?”

“Did the Doctor just use the word ‘genitalia’ while trying to get his hands on mine?”

It’s so very them, their banter translates well - gods, if they can pull through universes and invasions, of course they can manage this. In the light of the moment he carefully removes the compress, taking care not to brush her and leans slightly, with curiosity, alarmed at how red and puffy she looks. He reminds himself that he still doesn’t really know what she looks like normally, so he just hopes that this isn’t too bad. He can’t help but think it might be.

Rose tugs at his arm while he hesitates with his eyes on her aforementioned ‘bits’.

“Don’t,” she huffs, “This isn’t how I imagined you’d first see me.”

“Hey,” he drops the compress and scoots to lay out beside her, pulling her into his side and wrapping his arms around her. His heart soaring when she lets him, draping her arm across his middle, “We’ve got plenty of time to be seeing each other. Besides, I’m just happy that you’d imagine I would see you naked. Even happier with your use of the word ‘first’, he pauses, her fingers doodling across his slender midsection, “It suggests a sequel.”

The snort of laughter she releases flutters across his chest on a breath, “You should be so lucky.”

“I think I might,” he edges, feeling the tension seep out of her body, breathing slowing.

“Yeah, you might.”

There’s no might about it. The Doctor, this Doctor, is the luckiest man in the universes tonight, with Rose Tyler in his t-shirt and his arms. So all did not go as planned and he’ll apologise profusely and show her just how good they can be tomorrow.

For tonight they’re together and that’s enough.

[itjazzbicch]

Sweet Love

Kinktober Day: 6/31

Pairing: Tyler Bate x Fem reader

(My first time writing for Tyler so I hope I did well!)

Kink: Lingerie

Summary: The reader knows the pressure that her love Tyler Bate feels at work, even when he’s smiling. So when he finally comes home, she has a little surprise for him, but Tyler realizes it before she can reveal it properly…

Theme/Motivation:

Warnings: (Smut) (18 + ONLY)

Word Count: 1.5k

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I DO OWN THIS GIF:

Standing at the mirror in the bathroom, brushing my hair softly and styling it perfectly, all I had left to wait for was Tyler coming home.

I was still in the bathroom when I heard noise from downstairs, taking the vanilla perfume that was on the counter and spraying it softly, then grabbing my robe to keep my surprise for him covered.

Wrestling had be tough on him lately, first losing to Bron when everyone pressuring him, then to McDonagh.

So, when he finally got home? I wanted him to be happy and forget about the wrestling world for a bit.

“There’s my big strong boy,” Smiling brightly as I made my way to the living room, and that put the cutest smile on his face, opening his arms for me.

“Hi, my love.”

Coming over and hugging him, I could feel the tension in him being relived already, like he’s been waiting forever to hug me.

I snuggled into his chest for a moment and felt the same, it seemed like I haven’t got to hug him for a while and wanted to enjoy.

Whenever he picked up his head, I could feel him taking a deep breath, a finger twirling a piece of my hair:

“You got plans?”

“Why would you think that?” Gosh, those blue eyes and that smile fixed on me made it hard for me not to break already.

He knew me so well, still twirling that strand of hair:

“Because you do your hair like this when you have something to look good for.”

“Well, I do have you,” I cooed softly, giggling softly as he smiled harder, rubbing his shoulders softly and sitting him on the couch and proposing:

“How about this? I go get us two a drink, we can sit, relax, and have a good time, hm?”

“Sure-“ He whispered, looking me up and down, focused on something in particular and when I tried to walk away, he took my hand.

“Yes, baby?” I looked down to his hand, then into his eyes that were still analyzing me.

“Come back for just a second, love,” He brought me back to him softly, noticing something that I didn’t, my robe only went down to the middle of my thighs and he plucked the end of one of my garter belt straps:

“Wanna tell me what that is?”

How I didn’t noticed I wondered, but he caught me this time and he definitely wasn’t going to let me walk away.

Lightly pushing his shoulder back to sit him back on the couch, I just stared into his eyes, seeing them fix on my hands at my robe string, untying it and letting my robe fall off the back of my shoulders.

Revealing a pastel pink lingerie set, all lace, the garter belt ruffled like a tutu. Letting my fingers trace the lace print flowers along my breasts and down to the garter belt, I said softly to him:

“I wanted to surprise you with something nice, but you beat me to the punch.”

“S-Sure did,” He was so lost in thoughts that wasn’t paying attention to his words, just watching more intensely when I turned around to pose and show off the thong I was wearing:

“So, do you like it?”

“Like it?” Taking my hand and bringing me over, his hands finally got to feel for themselves, taking in every little detail while I straddled him, “Love it, is more like it.”

“I love that you love it,” Caressing his cheek and kissing him softy, he was already thinking the same way, taking handfuls of my ass and playing with the ruffles of the garter belt, “I just wanted to look good for you, baby.”

“Good?” He chuckled, looking me up and down again while licking his lower lip, “You look absolutely gorgeous.”

“You’re too sweet,” Wrapped my arms around his head, brushing his hair back with my hands before rolling my hips down onto him, just that touch making his hard-on grow, “Since the cat is out of the bag, we should move this somewhere else, don’t you think?”

“Couldn’t agree more,” Smiling and holding onto my thighs, he stood up with me still in his arms, keeping me smiling while heading to our bedroom.

Being quick to lay me on the bed, he was ready for this, slipping off his shirt and twirling it up much like the towel he brought to the ring, perfectly tossing it into the chair in our room.

It made giggle at first, but grew silent and fixed on his body, looking down to those built thighs he had, eyes springing up along with his cock once freed.

“Something wrong, baby?” I was so out of it that I didn’t hear his voice at first, but smiled as he crawled on top of me:

“I’m just fine. But you? You’re very fine.”

“Aww, you sweet girl,” He chuckled softly, his soft hand sliding across my collar bone and pushing down the strap of my bra softly, the other hand helping me get rid of my panties, “You always know how to put a smile on my face.”

“I try my-“ I went to respond, but choked on my words, not only his mouth latching around my freed breast, but he positioned his legs so his cock could slip into me, sucking my nipple and humming while pushing deeper into me, gasping out to finish my sentence, “M-My best.”

“Always the best,” With my nipple popping free from his mouth, he bit his lips while watching how I moaned, taking me a bit off guard when he quickly flipped onto the bed with me on top of him this time, “Sorry about that, love. Just have an idea in mind.”

“Oh yeah?” Taking in a deep breath and readying myself, I listened to his idea:

“You got dolled up for me and it’d be rude of me to mess up all of that beauty.”

Every word he said had my cheeks heating up, especially when he fixed the part of hair in front of my face.

“I picked the perfect set, huh?” Winking at him playfully, I sat back onto his cock slowly, rolling my hips onto his once I took all of his length.

“Perfect,” He cooed softly, holding my hips and guiding them forward, closing his eyes when I picked up my speed, “You’re perfect.”

I could hear how he truly meant it in his voice, how wholesome he was and it reminded me of just how deep in love that I was with him.

Instead of words, I dipped my head down to kiss him, lost in our kiss and my body doing as it wanted, hips rocking back with more speed each time, not even realizing it till I felt his hands strong grip on the back of my thighs.

“You trying to best me already?” He was serious, but still had a smile on his face with his nose nuzzling mine.

“Sometimes, I just can’t help myself, Tyler,” I moaned softly, letting him know he wasn’t the only one feeling something, now having to truly work to keep throwing myself back and roll my hips as quickly as I could.

“Not saying it’s a bad thing,” He giggled under his breath, squeezing my thighs harder, whispering one wish, “Just let me feel you first, love.”

We both could feel the stutter in my hips, having to bite my own lip, Tyler giving me a hand by pulling me down slightly when my hips went back.

“You will, baby,” I panted quietly, hands pressing down against his chest, reverting back to some high moans, body naturally picking up speed again at the feeling of his cock hitting my sweet spot, all of my body heat spilling out of me, “I just came, Tyler!”

“I know, baby,” He huffed softly, fixing my arms so that we were hugging one another, throwing his hips up and having me bounce softly, cooing against my lips, “And it feels so, so good.”

“Mhmm!” I hummed out while biting my lip again, feeling the throbbing of his cock inside of my spasming walls, making the bliss from my orgasm more intense, bouncing myself a bit quicker.

His heart was pounding against his chest, knowing his was close and my jaw fell at the spank that he gave me, arm wrapped around my head while holding my ass, the both of us sharing a moan at his cock throbbing harder, his seed shooting with strength from the intensity.

“Oh my god, Tyler,” I whispered while catching my breath, still in a world of pleasure as we settled, his hand rubbing my back softly, “It’s been a while since we’ve done that.”

“It has,” He whispered back, smiling with a kiss on my forehead, “And it’s still just as amazing.”

[wrestlersownmyheart]

You watched in amazement at the amount of abuse Tyler was taking from Walter and wondered how he was able to endure it. He went flying across the ring after a vicious clothesline and then instinctively held onto the ropes as he sank down to the canvas. His judgement was right on as Walter went barreling after him and went sailing through the ropes.

He landed right in front of you.

As he got to his feet he sneered and then latched onto you, yanking you over the barricade and planting you in front of him. Immediately, you came to realize he was using you as a shield. You struggled against him, eager to free yourself. Your gaze shifted up toward Tyler as he leaped downward from the apron, fire in his eyes.

“Let her go, Walter,” he said softly. A little too calmly. “Now.”

@lookalivesunshine-x

[letsgivethisonemoreshot]

Wow.

Pete| Animals |Dunne

Title; Animals

Words; ~9000

Pairing; Pete Dunne/Reader, Trent Seven/Reader if you get drunk and squint

Summary; The cost of my dreams, also known as you, will be you.

Warnings; NSFW. HEATHENS VERSE SO AU AF. Smut, semi  public sex, latex free, werewolves, pack dynamics, VERY unhealthy relationships. Mentions of past child abuse and child exploitation. Not a happy ending. Shit editing because I’m sick.

A/N: repost from the old blog

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[letsgivethisonemoreshot]

Interrogation

So, the other night Sledge put an idea in my head that I did not want there. So I took the gang related dream I had and things we had talked about and wrote this as somewhat of a revenge. So you can thank @sldghmmr for whatever this is.

Summary: Continuation from my weird gang type dream where all the wrestlers were in their own separate gangs. Kate (who Sledge named) had information that the British Strong Style need.

Word Count: 4,050

Warnings: Non-Con/Consensual non-con elements Not Edited

Enjoy my vengeful brain.

Kate was kicking herself for the position she was currently in. It was Friday night and she was looking forward to a rare night off from her job responsibilities. Being able to go out with people she hadn’t seen in a while and fully enjoy herself without having to worry about anything work related being involved. This night was going to be for her. Earlier she put on her favorite sexy black dress and heels that she wasn’t normally able to wear. She added a bunch of yellow into her eyeshadow while doing her make-up, giving her face a pop of her favorite color. Hair carelessly down, able to blow in the breeze. She was more than ready to go out and hit a few bars, have some drinks, and dance stress away. She just needed to make one quick stop on the way for a pack of cigarettes. Normally Kate didn’t smoke, but when she drank a lot and everyone else around her was, she enjoyed it. And she planned on letting loose tonight.

She knew she had stepped out of neutral territory, but she had gone to this corner convenience shop so many times before and never had a problem, she didn’t think anything of running in real quick. Especially since it was just down the street from the first bar where she was meeting up with people. She was always aware of her surroundings. A quick in, hello, and out and she’d be on the town. However tonight she had been thinking a little too much about what she was going to do instead of what was around her. She barely made it off of the corner before she was grabbed, dropping her cigarettes into the street before she could get them into her black clutch. Now she was in the basement of one of BSS’s clubs, handcuffed to some iron bar above her head that was drilled into the stone wall. Most people in her position would be terrified. Begging and trying to bargain with their captors. But Kate was too busy being mad at herself for not paying attention and seeing them coming. She couldn’t say she was afraid either having dealt with these men before on a number of occasions. She was familiar with them. Especially the one with the snarly smirk.

“What’s the matter love? Ain’t ya happy to see me?”

“I’d be happier if your throat was slit,” Kate spat.

“You don’t mean that love,” Pete smiled as he crossed his arms over his chest.

“Its what you’d deserve.”

“I take it ya don’t forgive me for leavin’ yet huh?” He taunted as he stepped closer to her.

“As soon as someone lets me out of these,” Kate began as she pulled on the handcuffs causing a clanking sound to echo in the basement,” I’m going to break your legs.”

“Speaking of legs, ya might want to keep an eye on Tyler. He’s been staring at yours all night.”

Kate looked over Pete’s shoulder to where Tyler was standing across the room. His gaze was fixed on her licking his lips. Suddenly Kate became very aware of how high on her thighs her already short dress was riding up. She shuffled her legs uncomfortably knowing there was no way to shield them. She didn’t care that she was in a dingy damp basement. It hadn’t been the first time, though usually the ones she was in belonged to people she was more friendly with. She didn’t even care that she was handcuffed. Honestly, if she left her alone for a few minutes she could probably figure out how to get out of them. But she’d be damned if she was going to stand here and involuntarily be eye candy entertainment for these bastards.

“I know he’s been thinking about ‘em ever since we searched you earlier.”

Kate forced her normal response of curse words and threats deep down inside her. She wouldn’t let herself feed into their cocky egos. She knew Pete was having too much fun with this to begin with. Not too many people could come eye to eye with the Bruiserweight who was knock to break bones easily to get information, let alone mouth off to him like Kate was doing. She decided to pretend like whatever they were saying had no effect on her instead.

“Can I have my underwear back from that by the way?” Kate asked nonchalantly.

“Nah. Could be hiding a recording device in there or somethin’.”

“Oh right, because I planned this visit.”

“Besides, we’ve already discussed sending them to Sheamus.”

Kate laughed in his face. “Go for it. You know he would kill you.”

Pete shrugged. “He already wants to. We could just let Tyler keep them.”

Kate could see the black lace hanging out of the pocket of Tylers jeans. At this point she wouldn’t be surprised if he took them out and started playing with them.

“I’m not quite sure he has the ass to fill them out but hey, who am I to judge?”

Tyler chuckled. “She is a feisty one.”

“Warned ya.”

They all got silent as they heard the door to the basement open and close, followed by heavy footsteps. Kate watched the stairs until Trent appeared looking as polished as always.

“Sorry to keep you waiting love. Had to take care of a bit of business upstairs. I hope you two haven’t been harassing our guest too much.”

Pete grabbed a handful of Kate’s hair and yanked her head back, making her hiss in pain before letting go. “Only when necessary.”

“Oh of course. Don’t stop playing with yourself while gawking at the poor girls upstairs on my account. It’s not like I have anywhere to be.”

“Kate you know I keep my best girls over at mountains. Just some bar tenders and dealers up there. They’re only good if you’re desperate. Though if you wanted, I could send you over there. You certainly have the assets for it and I could take real good care of you.”

“I would rather be dead.”

Trent smiled at her response. Amusement covered his face and Kate could clearly see the little gap he had in his front teeth. She had seen that smile a few times before. It usually came before something vile happened. Trent Seven may look like a handsome well off gentleman. His hair neatly tied back, beard nicely groomed.  A velvet navy blue blazer over his expensive black button down dress shirt, but he was as despicable as they come. He comes up with ideas, gives orders, but is more than willing to get his own hands dirty if need be. That smile made Kate realize that she was helpless at his mercy and it made her stomach drop.

“You know I’m sure Pete felt that way at one time too. But now he’s more than happy with me.”

“That’s because Pete is a spineless pussy who is easily persuaded and can’t make his own decisions.”

Pete faked being hurt by her comments while Tyler laughed.

“Don’t be upset at him because he realized how selfish and conniving Sheamus, using people like you and Pete to do all the dangerous shit he was too afraid to do.”

Kate rolled her eyes. “I’m sure you’re a selfless angel.”

“Pete seems pretty happy with me. So happy he thinks he can convince Ridge to come over next.”

That sent a wave of anger through her. It was bad enough that Pete had turned on them and abandoned them. After all the late night talks they had together while everyone else was asleep. The jokes they would make while steaking out places together. Their drunken confessions. But to try and take Ridge from her. She’d want to strangle them all herself if any of them laid a hand on him.

“What do you want Trent?”

“I need some information.”

“Why don’t you ask your new best friend?”

“Already have. He was very helpful. Unfortunately he isn’t privy to some of the information I need. But you love, are.”

“What are you talking about?”

“I know Sheamus is planning something to try and take me down in a few weeks. However, it wasn’t decided exactly when when Pete left. So if I had a finalized date, that would much better help me prepare. I also need to know who he’s been talking to because I know he isn’t going to do this alone. He’s too much of a coward.”

“I’m not sure why you think I would know who he talks to.”

“Because we all know you’re his little secretary and take care of everything for him. You either have the information or you know where it is,” Pete answered.

“We also tried to get into your weapons shed the other night, but were unable to. Looks like Sheamus might have changed the locks on everything.”

Kate looked over at Pete in somewhat disbelief. They had a little shack on the beach, disguised as an old mostly out of use lifeguard shed. Everyone just assumed it kept old buoys and expired sunscreen. But it’s where they kept a lot of extra weapons and supplies for easy access if something happened when they were out. Even though Pete betrayed them by leaving, some part of her was slightly surprised that he shared that information and locations.

“Everyone had access to that building. And everyone had access for all the passcodes to the house. They were all changed, but that means you have it.”

“Shows what you know. No one has anything anymore thanks to you. He doesn’t trust anyone with shit now,” Kate said harshly towards Pete.

“You’re lying. You know I can tell,” Pete said with a smile.

“Believe me or not. I really don’t give a shit what a backstabbing rat like you thinks,” Kate seethed as she pulled on the cuffs.

Kate’s anger was finally coming out, and was met with a harsh slap to the face by Trent. She wasn’t expecting it and was slightly in shock as she stood there silently. Her hair covering parts of her stinging face, blocking the amused looks by Tyler and Pete. Slightly worried at all of the feelings she had rushing through her body.

“I gave you a pass before, but you don’t speak to any of my men like that when you’re in my establishments. You got that?”

Kate raised her head and shook the hair out of her face. “Go fuck yourself.”

Trent’s smile faded and his eyes shifted to a dark grey. Just as swiftly as he had smacked her, his large hand shot out and wrapped itself easily around her throat, pushing her back against the wall. She gasped for a moment, trying to gather herself from what was happening.

“You told me not to speak to your men like that. You didn’t say anything about you,” Kate said with a smile, proud that even in the position she was in she managed to outsmart Trent. In front of said men no less.

“Oh you’re gonna have fun with this one boys,” Trent chuckled as his fingers stull held her neck. “Tyler, you’ve still got her purse? First check through it. Make copies of any keys you find. Then go through her phone. Pull out anything that looks important. Once you’re done that, feel free to help over here. Pete.”

Pete walked back over in front of Kate to stand next to his new boss. He pushed his long hair out of his face revealing a cocky smile seemingly permanently plastered onto it. Kate hadn’t seen him with his hair down much. Usually it was tied up during meetings and “errands” they did throughout the day. It was only late at night after a few drinks he ever really let it down and seemed to be himself. Here he seemed so much more relaxed and at ease, while equally as tough as before.

“Peter, you’ve never really be able to get, close to Kate, correct?” Trent asked with several pauses to imply a different meaning.

“Yup. Sheamus made sure no one touched his precious little protégé.”

“Well today’s your lucky day. Here’s your chance,” Trent roughly released the hold on Kate’s throat and turned to go back up the stairs. “You know what I need. I’m confident you two have this under control.”

“I’m not telling you anything,” She said once the door closed.

“Aw come on Katie. Don’t be so cold.”

“Don’t fucking call me that!” She spat at him.

“I don’t know why you’re being so resistant. You could just tell me what we need to know, and stay here with us. Join Trent. It’s much better than over there.”

“And just abandon Ridge like you did.”

“Ridge is your bodyguard. Not mine.”

“Sounds like someone is just jealous of our relationship.”

“Jealous, no. Just confused. I don’t understand what kind of hold Sheamus has on you.”

“Sheamus saved me. My family abandoned me when I was thirteen and he took me in when no one else would. He’s always been there.”

“Yeah, and then he exploited you for his own gain. You’re an adult now. You can leave him and go make a better life for yourself. One he can’t give you.”

“You might be a selfish asshole but I’m not turning my back on the only person that’s ever taken care of me.”

Kate stared him down while Tyler walked over to them while holding her phone. He grabbed his hand so he was able to get her fingerprint to unlock it.

“I wish everything could be that easy,”

“Put it down or I swear I will personally rip your balls off once Sheamus and Ridge are done with you.”

“She’s got a dirty mouth,” Tyler smirked as he walked back to another corner of the basement to hook the phone up to his laptop.

“You have no idea,” Pete replied as he grabbed her face. “I’ve heard worse stuff out of her than I have from Ridge when he’s drunk.”

“You’re wasting your time Peter. I’m not telling you anything.”

“We’ll see about that,” Peter stated confidently as his voice dropped.

His hand rested on her cheek, thumb tracing her bottom lip. Much more softly than how he had grabbed her. His slow movements along with the deeper voice were effecting her in ways that she really couldn’t be bothered to deal with right now. And that’s when everything clicked. She had shared a lot with Pete during the time they spent together. They bonded, or so she had thought. But earlier, the way he had pulled on her hair, he wasn’t just doing it to be a jerk. The way Trent slapped and choked her, he did it because Pete suggested it. The comments he kept making about Tyler watching her. The whole time she was with them he spent trying to get her worked up so she’d be ready for what they were going to do to her.

“I know what you’re doing Peter. It’s not gonna work.”

“Oh yeah?”

Pete’s other hand slipped under her dress and between her legs. Kate gasped slightly as his fingers slid through her folds. He seemed proud of himself for how wet she already was. Unfortunately for Kate, she wasn’t able to hide the fact that she was turned on, but she was well prepared for the unique kind of torture he was about to administer. She knew the mental dilemmas it was supposed to make her face. She knew what it was going to do to her physically. He was going to edge her until she begged. Play with her until she told him what they wanted to know. But that wasn’t going to happen. Kate could handle herself. And she was confident she could handle Pete. If she started to get desperate enough she could easily and believably lie giving them false information. She had seen this enough times to know how it worked, and at what point they would start to believe you. And by the time they realized it was no good, it would be too late. And that was their problem to deal with.

“Are you forgetting that I’m the one that used to give you tips on what to do to girls for this?” Kate reminded him before her eyes involuntarily fluttered shit as his fingers grazed over her clit.

Pete chuckled and used his knee to kick her legs a little farther apart. “Just shut the fuck up Katie and lets finally have some fun.”

Kate knew what to expect from Pete. Even though they had never been intimate before, she had seen him do this several times and knew his plan during it. Not to mention the countless times she’s heard him with his random hook-ups. So she was able to mentally plan for his next moves and control her reactions for the most part. But she didn’t expect his violent destructive fingers to feel so good as they circled over her clit. When Kate did open her eyes, she saw the faces he was making. She had never told him or anyone else, but she always found his angry snarl incredibly sexy. And there had been several times she got distracted while looking into his eyes. Seeing him bite his bottom lip while staring at her almost made her drop her guard completely. She had to remind herself the situation she was in and force herself to not move her hips into his touch. She knew that she should have more fight in her, but it had been a long time since she had been with anyone other than herself, she enjoyed it for a bit. She told herself it was okay as long as she didn’t give in to what they wanted. The electricity from his touch was flowing through her whole body. It didn’t take long for her breath to hitch and she started feeling that familiar sensation in her lower belly. She prepared herself for Pete to pull away, but he didn’t. He kept the steady motion and she came as her eyes slightly rolled back into her head. Pete either got caught up in the moment or misjudged her body cues. Either way she wasn’t complaining that he messed up. At least not yet.

His fingers continued playing with her clit, drawing out her pleasure. When her eyes opened again, he was still staring at her. He didn’t have the face of someone who just made a mistake or was worried. He actually still looked cocky. It wasn’t until the pleasure started to become too much and began feeling uncomfortable that she realized why. She tried to close her legs but Pete made sure to keep them open. She bit her lip to keep in the whimper that was trying to escape. It was already becoming too much but then Pete increased the speed and pressure of his fingers, teetering Kate on the line of pain and pleasure. It shortly switched to intense pleasure and she came again harder than before squirting all over his hand. Pete licked his lips as he leaned in closer to her.

“I always knew I’d be able to get you to make a mess if we got together,” He whispered before shoving two fingers inside of her making her gasp.

Kate wasn’t sure how much time had gone by before the door to the basement opened again. It had felt like hours even though she knew it hadn’t been. When Trent got to the bottom of the stairs he seemed pretty pleased with the sight before him. Her face was stained in tears, smearing her make up and causing it to run down her face. Her fists clenched and slightly reddened, nearly bruising from how she had been pulling on the cuffs. The top of her dress was still in tact, though her nipples were easily visible, almost poking through. The material scraping against them painful at this point rather than pleasurable. The skirt of her dress was hiked up around her hips as Pete was on his knees on the floor in front of her. Her one leg over his shoulder, fingers spreading apart her lips so he could suck on her clit bringing her closer to another painful orgasm. Hips pushed against the wall to steady her squirming. The yelps and cries falling from her mouth were music to his ears.

“Key copies are on the table over there boss,” Tyler greeted.

Trent nodded to him. “Did we get anything?”

“Second weekend in September is when they’re planning the ambush,” Tyler answered.

Trent made a face of approval. “Good. Did we get any names?”

“She mentioned Drew.”

“Of course she did. Drew and Sheamus have always been close I expected him. I was hoping for specific names from his crew.”

Trent and Tyler carrying on their conversation as if they were alone and Pete wasn’t right there lapping at her core while tears streamed down her face made Kate feel like even less of a person than she already had.

“I did find some things on her phone though about Gunther. Texts about trying to get a meeting with him, and some info about his group.”

“Ah, so he’s trying to wiggle his way into Gunther for support. That would take a lot of work. But now we can get to him first,” Trent commented as he rubbed his beard. “Good work. Any passcode information yet?”

“Still claims she doesn’t know ‘em.”

Trent nodded before turning around and placing his hand on Pete’s shoulder. “Pete’s been at this a while. What do you say we give him a break.”

Kate nodded eagerly as Pete leaned back wiping the wetness off his chin. Trent took a hold of her thigh that was on his shoulder while he sat back on a chair nearby crossing his arms. Trent stepped a bit closer to talk to Kate while he reached into the pocket of his blazer. Kate tried to take a much needed breath as a buzzing sound filled her ears. The powerful vibrator Trent was hiding in his pocket connected with her overly sensitive pussy caused her to throw her head back and scream. She tried to pull away from him, but he held her tightly.

“Not for you love. Not until you give me what I need.”

“I, I don’t, know anything. Please!” Kate cried.

“She’s lyin’,” Pete stated.

“No!”

“Yeah she is. Katie, you know I can tell when ya lie.”

“Fuck!” Kate yelled trying to move away from the vibrator.

“You’re not going anywhere,” Trent told her. “Tyler, are you ready for her?”

“Yeah I got a nice set up for her,” Tyler replied as he walked over to where they were gathered.

“Good,” Trent smirked as he slid the vibrator inside of her.

“Trent, please,” Kate begged.

“Do whatever you have to do to get it out of her.”

The look on Tyler’s face made Kate wish she had fought harder and ran away. There were times if anyone saw him on the street, he could look sweet and peaceful. But the way he was looking at her right now was sinister. Like she was prey he was finally able to get his hands on. He caressed her face lightly before trailing his fingers down her neck and to her breasts, using his nails to scratch over her nipple. Earlier she would have loved for someone to pay attention to them, but now it made her wince in pain. His hand traveled lower, pushing the still buzzing vibrator deeper inside her before playing with her clit. His fingers moved so soft and gentle it sent shivers through her body. Slow as if he wanted to make it not hurt anymore, wanted to make her enjoy it. Making her even more furious at herself. Using his free hand he took out the handcuff keys and dangled them from his finger while still playing with Kate with the other. Making her moan through her breaths.

“You know what? I don’t give a shit if you talk or not. The longer you hold back, the longer I get to play with you.”

[spine-buster]

Tyler Bate #18

“You’re so sexy when you’re all hot and bothered.”

You wondered if the guy at the bar that had chatted you up saw how many eye rolls you gave him.  The more he talked, the more eye rolls – your eyes were starting to get tired.    You generally hated the type of guys who hung out in bars and clubs anyway, but because it was your friend’s birthday, you found yourself in one waiting for them to arrive.  You’d have to give them hell for being so late and leaving you waiting for them alone in a bar.

“Anyway, enough about me…how about I buy you a drink and we get to know each other better?”

You suppressed another eye roll and opted for a polite but tight-lipped smile.  “I appreciate the sentiment, but I think I’ll pass.”

“Come on, don’t be rude.”

“I’m not being rude,” you said.  “I thanked you for the offer but I’m going to have to refuse it.”

“Come on, I was being nice to you.  Have a drink with me.”

There was no way he was going to convince you to have a drink with him.  “That doesn’t mean I owe you anything.  I’m not going to have a drink with you.”

He snorted.  “Prude.”

“Excuse me?”

“I bet you’re one of those girls who just loves the attention and can’t get enough.  You want to make me fight for it, is that right?”

Your jaw practically hit the floor.  “Are you insane?”

“Come on, baby.”

“Is there a problem here?” you suddenly heard the only voice you wanted to hear.  You looked behind you quickly to see Tyler, who had finally arrived.  His fingers grazed the small of your back as he stared down the guy at the bar.

“Hey man, let me ask you a question,” the guy immediately jumped in, thinking Tyler would be on his side.  “Let’s say you and a girl have been chatting up a while, you’ve been really nice to her the whole time, and then you offer to buy her a drink.  She should take it, right?”

“She doesn’t have to do jack shit for you, man,” Tyler said with a laugh in his voice.

“Why the fuck not?”

“Well, for one, she doesn’t owe you anything because she’s someone else’s girlfriend,” Tyler said.

“Oh, really?  You’re with him?” he asked you.  He turned his attention back to Tyler.  “You should really watch out, man.  She’s been flirting for the last little while.”

You were about the scream at him but Tyler tugged you back behind him so you wouldn’t pounce, and stepped in between you and the man.  “You better watch your fucking mouth when you’re talking about my girl,” he warned in a low, grumbly voice.  He buffed up his chest and flexed his arm muscles, showing his true size, going almost head-to-head with the man.  “If you so much as even look her way for the rest of the night I will make damn sure me and my buddies have you drink your own blood instead of that beer you’re holding, understood?”

As if on cue, Pete appeared to the side of Tyler from the crowd.  “Do we have a problem here?”

The man looked Pete up and down with a look of fear in his eyes as he took in his size and scowl.  “It’s cool, man,” he raised his hand for mercy.  

Tyler laughed smugly.  “If you still have a problem, we could always discuss it outside.”

The man waved his hands up in mercy again.  “No man, it’s cool.  Enjoy your night,” he cowered, walking away.   

Tyler, of course, took this as a victory, spinning around to face you, his hands grabbing at your hips.  “Hey babe.  Sorry we’re late.”

“You better not be late ever again,” you said, giving him a quick kiss.  “You know, you’re so sexy when you’re all hot and bothered.”

Tyler giggled, giving you another quick kiss.  “Remember that in a few hours when you’re carrying me out of the bar.”

[wrasslegrrl-blog]

Post Match Pint (Part One)

Note: So I wanted to attempt a BSS fanfic, so here’s the result! Constructive criticism welcome! :) This is Part One of what I hope will be a longer series. Hoping to add smut later on if there is enough interest. Pairing: Reader/ Pete Dunne/ Tyler Bate/ Trent Seven This is set just after the WWE UK Championship Tournament, when Tyler is still UK Champion.  P.s. I did my best to write the canon version of the guys, so this is kayfabe, not how they are in in real life.

You glanced up from your place in the queue. A few metres away, you could see a table covered with hoodies, t-shirts and posters and just behind that, the trio whose faces were plastered all over the merch. You shifted nervously from one foot to the other as you inched closer to the front of the queue. You'd just watched Trent Seven, Tyler Bate and Pete Dunne team up in a six man match – it was the first time you'd seen them live. You'd been a big fan of BSS for a while now, watching a lot of their matches online and when you heard they were finally coming to your home town, you grabbed the chance to buy a ticket and see them in person. And now here you were, just a few paces away.

'Yeah?'

A Brummy voice suddenly called from the merch stand, rousing you from your thoughts. Looking up, you realized the voice belonged to Pete Dunne. Your cheeks suddenly burned hot, as you stepped forward. You internally cursed as all the witty conversation starters you'd planned during your time in the queue escaped you; your crush was getting the better of you. Although you'd never admitted it to anyone, you'd always had a guilty crush on Pete Dunne – all the members of BSS were attractive in their own way, but there was something about Pete's smugness that was appealing. And now, here he was and you were tongue tied.

Pete glanced up from the table, with a dead pan expression. He looked extra handsome tonight. He'd since changed out of his ring gear and was now wearing a camel topcoat over a white button up shirt and had his hair pushed back. Clearing your throat, you realized a few moments had passed and nothing had been said.

'Hey. I'll, uh, take that one please.' You managed, pointing at a BSS tee. Pete nodded wordlessly, turning around to reach for it. Your stomach still a bundle of nerves and excitement, you realized this wasn’t the encounter you'd hoped for. Maybe the old saying about never meeting your heroes was right. Looking to your right, you could see Tyler laughing and leaning into a selfie with some female fans. His WWE UK Championship was proudly slung over one shoulder, glinting beautifully in the lighting of the venue. A little further, Trent was chatting away and shaking the hand of a guy wearing a BSS cap.

The scene filled you with doubt. Everyone else seemed to be having a great time meeting the lads. Why was Pete so cold? Was he always like this? Was it you? He passed over the shirt as you handed him the cash.

'Thanks.' You smiled, holding your new tee. 'You guys were great, by the way. You really stole the show with your finisher.'

'Always do.' Pete shrugged, without so much as a glance at you. Heart pounding and a lead weight in your stomach, you turned to leave, realizing the conversation was going nowhere. A hand clapped down on Pete's shoulder and a warm voice called to you,  

'You local Bab? Know any good spots around here?'

You looked over your shoulder. Trent Seven was beaming over at you. He was standing behind Pete, who now scowled at the hand on his shoulder.

'Uh, actually yeah.' You'd never been a party animal but knew a few decent bars nearby. 'There's a place just round the corner.'

Trent clapped his hands together. 'Time to pack up, lads. I think a post match pint's in order!' Tyler shot a smile over at Trent, before beginning to pack the last of the merch into boxes. Pete rolled his eyes but begrudgingly began to help. Realizing this was probably your queue to leave, you turned to leave again, only to have a hand clamp down your shoulder.

'Oi Bab, where'd you think you’re going? We need our tour guide!' Trent raised an eyebrow as he smiled down at you.

'I wasn't sure...' You managed, your mouth dry with nerves. Head swimming, you asked yourself if this was real. Just a few hours ago Trent Seven had only ever been pixels on a screen and now he was asking you for a pint?

Trent must have picked up on your nerves, because his expression and tone quickly softened. 'There's a group of us going', he gestured over to a gaggle of people a few feet away, made up of a handful of wrestlers and ring crew. 'You're more than welcome to join.'

Taking a deep breath, you fought against your nerves and nodded. When would you get this opportunity again?

'I'd like that.' You answered, in what you hoped was your smoothest voice. A smile spread across Trent's face, before he called to the others that it was time to head out. Your group milled out of the venue, with you leading the way, Trent (who was chatting away to the others) and tailed by a scowling Pete.

After a few minutes Tyler had caught up with you, ahead of the crowd. 

'Evening.'

He nodded over to you, twirling his mustache. 'So what fine establishment will you be taking us to this evening?'

'Fine establishment? Jeez, no pressure!' You chuckled, feeling lighter already. 'There's a nice bar close by. Good selection of beers and music. There's a dance floor too. I'm not a big dancer though.'

'We'll soon sort that out.' Tyler winked, a glint in his eye.

[ginnyruin]

Will you ever create a spotify playlist for Altered State? because I'm on my third reread and I just keep thinking about how nice it would be to listen to some music that captures the vibes of this amazing fic ♡ I can't even count how many times I think about this story daily

Third reread! omg I'm so happy to hear that <3

I've been hoarding my asks, so I'm sorry for the super late response, but I have several playlists (classical/instrumental, angsty/emotional) with songs I listen to while writing Altered State. Music helps me so much, and some songs and lyrics just capture the scene so perfectly for me.

I don't post them because everyone's music tastes are so different and I don't want to kill the vibe for someone while they're reading in case it's not their cup of tea.

But here are some of my song recs for Altered State:

Craving - Acoustic by YMIR (recc'ed by the lovely @iamdronegirl)

Wicked Game by Ursine Vulpine, Annaca (Nurchie's rec)

Mr. Sandman - SYML (Nurchie's rec)

Paralysed - Jamie Bower (this is my rec for the Descent arc)

Lightning Field - Sneaker Pimps (also for Descent)

Tranquility Trap - Sneaker Pimps (I always come back to this band)

Desire - Meg Myers

Broken Promise - Placebo

Plastic Heart - Nostalghia, Tyler Bates, Joel J. Richard

Who is She? - I Monster

The Epilogue - Crosses (this is Abraxas' theme)

So Far Gone - Sneaker Pimps, Simonne Jones (this one makes me so happy)

Bloodbath - Polyphia

Killshot - Slowed + Reverb by Magdalena Bay

What it Cost and Like a Villain - Bad Omens (I listened to this band so much while writing the Siren arc)

[of-twilight-and-moonshadow]

Perfect Chance - Tyler Bate x Reader

Finally got around to finishing the Reader x Tyler Bate fic I had started a while back. 

Prompt: I’m sorry that somebody you loved made you think it was hard to love you

EDITED IN: TAG LIST @starwithaheart​ @shedevill22 @amourseculier @regalbanshee​ 

I do love my Big Strong Boi <3 

Y/N = Your Name Y/F/N = Your Full Name Y/P/N = Your Partial Name (for instance, i used Anna to write, so it was An-Anna)

Not sure if the perceived Relationships that he has had with Toni and Liv are true, but for this purpose we are saying yes. 

WARNINGS: Verbal Abuse (Brad Maddox is/was a jerk yall), Self-doubt, body conscious 

Austin mentioned = Creed; Ember, Tyler, Etore and Creed are friends I strive to have yall.

Let me know if you’d read a part 2!

(divider)

February 2017

First, it was all compliments and the unending love that I felt.

“You’re the most beautiful woman I’ve ever met.”

“You’re absolutely amazing, you know?”

“I can’t believe how lucky I am.”

Then came the backhanded compliments…

“We’re perfect together.”

“You’ll never find another guy out there like me. Hah.”

“You’re really lucky to have landed me, you know?”

Then the compliments turned to criticisms.

“You should lose a few pounds… or twenty. Make you look better.”

“Your hair needs to be longer, get some extensions or something.”

“Show some more cleavage, would you? I want other guys knowing what I got.”

And the criticisms to pure insults.

“I don’t want you sitting on my lap—you’re fat!”

“God you’re ugly—put some more make up on or something!”

“What the hell did I ever see in you? You’re pathetic!”

The sucker punch came when I saw him kissing another girl backstage- one of the audio techs. It was the last straw, and I couldn’t take it anymore. Austin told me to move on, Tyler said I deserved better; Ember wanted to knock him out for me and Etore tried to get my mind off of it.

Off of him.

Of Brad.

The worst mistake of my life. The mistake that took up 15 months of my life. 15 months I’ll never get back.

The only thing is—how do you move on from something like that?

He made me feel loved and desired.

Then he made me feel unworthy of such affection. Made me feel like I didn’t deserve to be loved; that I didn’t deserve to be happy.

So here I am now, four months later. I had managed to get myself lost in work, to keep my mind occupied, but that only lasts for so long. Now? It’s February… February fourteenth. All I see are happy couples walking the halls of Full Sail, or in pictures on Instagram and twitter. Happy little ‘I love you’s and words of affection.

Sighing to myself, I shook my head and tried to focus on the outfit in front of me. Ember accidentally tore one of the seams on her outfit last week but hadn’t realized it until she wore it earlier on. Taking a deep breath, I stitched the small tear quick and easily, snipping off excess thread and then folding them neatly for my friend.

“Uhm, excuse me? Could—”

The sudden voice caused my heart-rate to skyrocket as I jumped in surprise, My hand went over my heart as I glanced behind me to find the owner to the voice—only for my once racing heart to freeze entirely.

“Sorry, I didn’t mean to startle you,” he apologized, giving me a small smile.

“N-no, it’s alright. I just—I didn’t… Uh… Can I help you—with… something?” I asked awkwardly, tripping over my own words.

“I was hoping so. My last match, I noticed the seam was starting to unravel… on my trunks? Could you fix that? I’d really rather not be wrestling mid-match and them fall off.”

“That would be highly embarrassing,” I frowned, before nodding,” Yeah—I can do it. Er… sew it, real quick.”

“Thank you, here—let me grab them out of my bag real quick…”

“This isn’t fair…” I thought, sighing inwardly,” Cute… accent to die for… nice… Probably in a happy, caring relationship with some—”

“Here we go,” he smiled, handing the black trunks over to me; I felt my face heat up just slightly, but ignored the shiver than ran down my spine.

“Just… give me a moment… I can have these done real quick.”

“Not a problem, love. As long as I have them before my match.”

“Right…”

“Tyler—Tyler Bate.” He held out a hand, waiting patiently with that adorable smile on his face, causing my heart-rate to skyrocket again.

“Uh… Y/P/N—Y/N. Y/L/N. Y/F/N,” I replied, reaching out and shaking his hand.

JUNE 19th 2018

Almost a year and a half. 16 months to be exact. 16 months that Tyler Bate had been on my mind; that I had tried, and failed, multiple times to get him out of my mind. I tried focusing on work, on all the alterations I needed to make to active-roster outfits, fixes to any broken seams… but in doing so, all I heard was the work gossip that floated around endlessly.

“Did you see them together? They’re cute!”

“Right, Liv is interesting. Different that I’d imagine Bate be with.”

“Too pretty, kinda. I don’t know…”

“Maybe so. Out of left field though—just like that time he was with Toni.”

“Must have a thing for blondes.”

Without meaning to, my eyes floated to the strand of hair that was hanging in front of my face. The brown hair seemingly mocking me. Taking a deep breath, I tucked it behind an ear and attempted to keep the U.K superstar out of my thoughts. I knew it was going to be inevitable, running into Tyler today. Hunter had asked if Id be able to go to London for the next tournament show. It was a chance to visit the beautiful country, immerse myself in the rich culture—and torture myself with a secret crush.

So here I was, at Royal Albert Hall, assisting the UK Brand creative department with everyone’s outfits. Right now I was busy, extremely focused on the outfit in my hands. Not only did I have to focus on doing all the stitches correctly; I had to keep myself professional—ensure no mis-stiches. Why?

The jacket belonged to none other than—

“Hey, are you finished yet?”

My head jerked up in surprise and felt like my thoughts had been read—but the innocent slight smile on Toni’s face told me otherwise.

“Sorry, didn’t mean to startle you.”

“N-no… it’s—uh,” I felt myself stuttering,” Almost finished. Sorry.”

“It’s fine. I’ll come back later.”

“R-right. Thanks.”

I watched with bated breath as she walked away, not daring to take another breath of air until Toni Storm was no longer in sight. Shaking my head in attempts to clear it, I looked down to refocus on the small sequin I was hand stitching.

“Why’s he gotta like blondes?” I muttered under my breath with a small pout,” Nothin’ special about them.”

“Are you talking to yourself now, love?”

The sudden proximity of his voice, the fact he could—probably already did—know I was talking about Toni. About him.

I jumped out of my skin, the needle going straight through the fabric and into my skin.

“Dammit!” I cried, dropping everything to the desk and clutching my finger as the blood slowly began to pool.

“Bloody hell, I’m sorry love—here—” Tyler frowned, taking the towel from his shoulder and instantly putting it to my finger to stop the blood,” Oi—hey there! Grab a medic kit, will ya?” The passing backstage tech nodded before quickly walking off to find said kit.

“Did I get any blood on—” I panicked, reaching with my free hand for Toni’s jacket.

“Don’t worry about it, it’ll wash off if you did. Toni won’t mind, believe me.”

I had to choke back a scoff—of course he would know if she would mind. Suddenly my eyes landed once more on the towel, and I became hyper aware that he was holding my hand so delicately. Instinctively, I tried to pull it away, only for Tyler’s grip to slightly tighten, his gaze finding mine.

“You’ll be fine. Just a small pin prick,” Tyler smiled to me, as the tech came up to us with the kit and Tyler gave him a nod of thanks. I watched in silence, unable to even form a thought to voice; ever so gently, Tyler brought out a small alcohol wipe and after moving the white towel, dabbed at the bloody spot on my finger causing me to hiss and recoil instinctively. Again, his grip tightened, but not uncomfortably so, and he looked at me apologetically.

“Sorry love, had to clean it real quick.” With a silent nod, Tyler unpackaged the band-aid before gently wrapping it around my finger.

“There… all better,” Tyler smiled to me, causing a blush to cover my cheeks. In an attempt to hide it, I ducked my head.

“Now that you don’t have any pointy objects in your hand,” Tyler chuckled, turning his attention back to me,” How have you been Y/N? Good I hope?”

My head snapped up, eyes wide in surprise.

“Something wrong love?”

“N-no, no. Sorry… I just… I honestly didn’t think you’d remember my name. I mean… we only interacted for like… three minutes… over a year ago…”

“Well, yeah… but you’re a difficult woman to forget,” Tyler smiled and I felt my heart constrict.

“Y-yeah, I… I know…” Looking down, I began to pick at my shirt, my one hand grazing the side of my pant leg,”… Gotta loose some weight…”

“What? No- no, love—” Tyler shook his head, reaching out and gently grabbing my hands, holding both with his own; one hand traveled up my arm to cup my chin, raising my eyes to his own. I could feel the butterflies in my stomach go wild at the look of concern in his blue eyes.

“What makes you say something like that? You’re perfect—”

“Not perfect enough,” I mutter, my eyes flicker once more to the ground, only for the soft touch on my chin to lift my gaze once more.

“Whoever made you think that… They’re wrong. How they could even—” Tyler stopped short, shaking his head and took a deep breath, as if collecting himself. Looking into my eyes once more, I felt his fingers gently sweep a lock of hair behind my ear; Tyler seemed to be searching for the words to say, but what could be said?

“I-It’s fine, Tyler,” I shook my head, slowly pulling from his grip and taking a step back,” I’ve—I’ve accepted it… no one… no one will love me…” My voice grew softer and softer, until it broke at the very end. Taking a breath, I grabbed Toni’s jacket, careful of the needle hiding within somewhere. I busied myself with finishing stitching the sequin on, aware that Tyler was still standing behind me. As I finished the stitch, reaching for the next- Tyler’s hand slowly, gently reached with me, his hand landing on-top mine.

“Y/N… I…” Tyler started, before easing the jacket out of my grip and turning me back to face him. The look of pain, discomfort lacing his features,” I don’t know who… how—” He took a deep breath, composing himself again, before continuing,” I’m sorry that somebody you loved made you think it was hard to love you. You are… perfect— I wish you could see it. See what I see every time I look at you. I would call myself lucky if I had even a chance with you—I mean… maybe… maybe you could give me a chance to prove how perfect you are? Give me a chance to love you like you deserve?”

My heart dropped and I forgot how to breathe for a second. Did he just–?

“Are—are you… asking me out?”

“Rather, asking you to be my girlfriend,” Tyler smiled,” But I would like to take you do dinner, before you left back to the States.”

I could feel it—deep within my bones—the fight or flight instincts trying to kick in.

He’s just going to use you.

It’ll be just like with Brad.

Don’t trust him.

Then my eyes focused, looking straight into his baby blue eyes, and I knew.

I had to believe.

Believe in him.

Believe in the possibility—of happiness. Of love.

“Yes.”

I could see his whole body relax with my answer, a bigger smile crossing his face. It was only contagious though, as I too began to smile.

“If there’s time after the show, we can grab a bite to eat. I’ve got to finish getting ready for my match tonight.”

“Best of luck tonight, you and Trent. UE wont know what hit them,” I smiled, blushing as Tyler caressed my cheek; my heartbeat quickened as I saw him lean towards me, before I felt his lips on my other cheek. The mustache tickled a little, but the gesture, innocent and romantic all the same, caused another smile to cross my face.

This was the perfect chance for happiness. For love.