#kyle o'reilly fanfiction

[mrsarcherofinfamy]

●Kyle O'Reilly x Reader●

Summary: You pay him a visit after his first match back while he is cutting a promo.

_________________________________________

*Y/N's POV*

Standing in the back watching Kyle make his debut back into the ring after 2 years, I smile slightly seeing how happy he looks to be back. I have not talked to him since he returned at Revolution. I haven't talked to him since he left to get neck fusion surgery. He broke up with me before he left because he didn't want me to worry about him. Little does he know, I worried about him every single day for the last two years. I feel a tap on my shoulder which brings me back to earth and I shake my head looking over at Roderick Strong next to me.

"Hey Roddy. What's up?"

"Y/N. We are going to go out after the show tonight. Would you like to go with us?"

I look at the TV than back at Roddy with a semi sad face. He puts his hand on my shoulder looking at me.

"I understand. Not this time. Maybe you should talk to him after his match. I know he does miss you. Just think about it."

I shake my head and he pulls me into a hug. He pulls back, pats my shoulder than walks away. I feel a few tears start falling down my cheeks as I look back up at the TV seeing Kyle get the win. I sigh thinking about what Roddy said.

_________________________________________

Standing behind a wall, I look around it seeing Kyle sitting on the floor talking to the camera about how he is reminded about why he fell in love with wrestling.

"I'm a really lucky guy.... that I get to do this again."

I walk around the corner and walk over to him as he sighs and looks down. I put my hand out as he looks up at me with wide eyes. He grabs my hand and stands up coming face to face with me.

"Y/N. You look gorgeous. Just like the first time I saw you. I missed you."

He puts his hands on both sides of my face and I look at him with a sad face.

"Did you really? Because I have missed you and have been worried about you for the last two years."

"I'm so sorry I broke us off. I know it was the stupidest thing I have ever done. I regret it more than you will ever know. All I could think about was you when I was recovering. I love you! You are the love of my life Y/N!"

He pulls my face into his and kisses me hard. I kiss him back and put my arms around his neck. He runs his hands down my ass than grabs my thighs lifting me up and I wrap my legs around his waist. He pulls back from the kiss and looks me in my eyes. I place my forehead against his and stare into his eyes realizing how much this man means to me and how much I am never letting him go again......

[sydsaint]

My sweet doe-eyed boy <3

Summary: Kyle gets jealous after weeks of seeing his gf engrossed in a romantic storyline with Matt Taven.

The crowd hollers and boos as Matt and Mike take apart Chuck and Trent. You stand on the floor below the ring and shout back at a few fans booing your boys. The match starts to drag on longer than you'd like so you decide to take matters into your own hands. With a mischievous grin, you come around the outside of the ring and head over to Trent standing in his team's corner.

"Heya, handsome." You flash a flirty smile at Trent and skip over to him.

"What do you want?" Trent looks down at you from the apron, narrowing his eyes at you as he does.

You come to a stop just below Trent and smile up at him. "Why don't you come down here and find out, big boy." You tease him with a flirty laugh.

Trent grimaces at you and scoffs, knowing the game that you're playing. But your distraction is just enough to allow Mike and Matt to get the job done. Mike rolls up Chuck for the win and the bell rings.

"Shit!" Trent curses and turns back toward the ring as the bell sounds. "Come on man!" He growls and turns back to you.

"Oops." You giggle and step back from the apron.

Trent huffs out a breath and jumps off the apron. He stalks toward you with a scowl, intent on chewing you out for distracting him. You step back toward the barricade with slight worry but smile again as Matt comes around the corner.

"Hey now!" Matt barks at Trent as he strides toward him. "That's my girl you're fucking with!" He warns Trent.

You flash a smile and slip past Trent and over to Matt's side. Matt scowls at Trent and slips an arm around your waist. You laugh and hang off your on-screen boyfriend while he and Trent stare at one another in a standoff.

"Come on, Matt." You coo in Taven's ear and grab his hand. "Let's get out of here and leave the loser to tend to his other loser friend." You nod to Chuck in the ring as Mike finishes up beating on him.

"Whatever you say, baby." Matt nods and leans over to kiss your cheek before letting you lead him up the ramp.

Mike joins the two of you on the ramp and the three of you head backstage. Taven's grip around your waist loosens into more of a casual hold once you're through the tunnel. Everyone heads back to the locker room to hang out for the rest of the show. But when you get back to the locker room area someone is waiting for you outside the Undisputed Kingdom locker room door.

"Kyle? Hey baby." You recognize your actual boyfriend instantly.

Kyle flashes a toothy grin when he sees you. But the smile falters a bit when he spots Matt's arm still hooked around your waist for some reason. You step away from Matt and excitedly skip over to Kyle, holding your arms out for a hug.

"Hey, sweetie." Kyle graciously accepts your hug, pulling you flush into his side. "How was the match? You guys win?" He asks you.

"Of course we did." You reply in a bubbly tone and kiss Kyle's cheek. "How can those two close when they have me looking out for them?" You tease.

Matt and Mike both chuckle and share an agreeing nod. "Can't argue with that logic." Matt muses. "What's goin' on, O'Reilly?" He greets Kyle.

"I just came by to catch up with Roderick earlier." Kyle shrugs, lacing his fingers with yours casually. "And I figured that I'd stick around and see how my best girl was doing." He adds, cheekily pulling you closer to him.

Matt and Mike both nod and everyone heads into the locker room to relax. Kyle picks a comfortable-looking seat off to the side of the room and settles down. You take a seat on his lap and chat with him for a bit while Matt and Mike are getting changed and packing up their stuff.

"How was your day, baby?" You ask Kyle, this being the first time you've seen him today. "Did you hear anything about getting back in the ring soon?" You card a hand through his messy hair softly.

"I did, actually, yeah." Kyle nods. "They've got me scheduled to work Collision this Saturday against Brian Keith." He explains.

You smile at your boyfriend and kiss his cheek. "Yeah? That's great, Kyle! Gosh, I wish that I could come out there with you." You flash a small frown and glance over at Matt. "Hey, Matt. What do we have going on Saturday night?"

Matt looks up from packing his bag up and over at you. "Saturday?" He repeats. "Umm, I think that we've got a photoshoot, right Mike?" He turns to Mike next to him.

"Uhh, yeah." Mike nods. "The three of us have that photoshoot for the ROH tag titles. Producer said something about it being better for the storyline if you do it with us, YN. Since you did help us win the and all." He reminds you.

You nod and turn back to Kyle. "Sorry, baby." You frown. "But it looks like I'm booked up for Saturday."

"Don't worry about it." Kyle sighs. "We'll have plenty of time to catch up after the show, right? God, I can't wait to get back to the apartment and relax." He smiles at the thought of finally having some alone time with you.

You've been embroiled in this storyline with Matt for a few months now. You started out as Adam's secret weapon to devastate MJF. Then after the Undisputed Kingdom was founded the creative team liked your chemistry with Matt and suggested a power-couple storyline. Much to Kyle's dismay. Not that he's told you any of this of course.

"Me too." You agree with Kyle.

After Matt and Mike get packed up everyone heads out and back to the hotel. Everyone packs into a rental car and heads out. Kyle drives since he didn't have a match on the show, and Mike calls shotgun before you have a chance to. You pile into the back with Matt and the two of you chat on the drive back.

You don't notice it, but Kyle keeps glancing back at you and Matt laughing and swapping lighthearted jokes the whole way back to the hotel. He grinds his teeth in frustration the whole ride.

"I'll catch you later, Matt, Mike." You wave goodbye to the pair once everyone is standing in the hotel lobby.

You and Kyle head up to the hotel room and Kyle is up on you as soon as the door is shut. You giggle when Kyle wraps his arms around you from behind. He peppers kisses your neck gently before his lips ghost over your ear.

"I missed you today." Kyle hums. "I hate having to work separate shows from you." He sighs heavily.

"Awe, I know baby." You rub Kyle's arms caging you in from the front. "Are you sure that you don't want to talk to Tony Khan about letting you into the group?" You ask him, turning around in his arms. You wrap your arms around Kyle's neck and kiss him gently. "At least then we'd have the same schedule every week."

Kyle gazes at you with those big brown puppy-dog eyes that never fail to make your heart melt. He pulls you in close and leans in for another kiss. "I'd like it better if this storyline with Taven would wrap up already." He mumbles against your lips.

You pull back from Kyle with furrowed brows at his words. "Kyle, sweetie. You aren't jealous, are you?" You ask him. "Is that why you've been so clingy lately?"

"Yeah." Kyle nods sheepishly. "I know that I don't need to worry about anything happening between the two of you. But still. Seeing the two of you together all the time just irks me." He explains. "I'm sorry."

"Kyle O'Reilly." You laugh and run a hand through his messy hair. "God, I love you so much you adorable dork." You lean forward and kiss him hard.

Kyle's grip on your waist tightens as he kisses you. You smile against his lips and give him a small push backward toward the bed. Your poor boyfriend is in desperate need of some love and attention. And you'll be damned if you sit by and let him suffer any longer.

[thebarefemale]

Dragoned

pairing: kyle o'reilly x bobby fish x fem!reader

plot: reDRagon and the reader meet again after working together in nxt and it gets hot and heavy

word count: long'ish

warnings: i sinned us all i guess; oral male/female; double penetration; anal; dirty talk; dom/sub kinda things

_________________________________________________

"… well, well, well Miss Y/N.", you hear while reading the match up written on a blackboard. Toni Storm versus Nyla Rose caught your eye when somebody puts his arm around your shoulders and another hand touches your waist. Those are two different hands and the smell of the bodies they belong to is kind of familiar to you. "Kinda missed you I've to admit.", one of the men says while grabing your waist a bit harder pushing your body in his. Kyle and Bobby. Of course! You kind of feel stupid considering you didn't think about those two. The three of you met while being under contract with NXT and after a while it got hot and heavy. Long story short things got real and you three smashed after a night out. It was amazing and everything you needed after being in traditional relationships. Kyle and Bobby not only gave you your first real orgasm but they made you feel like a goddess, like a queen and like the sexiest woman on earth. After they left the promotion you kind of droped everything since it was not possible to spend time together while being on the road on different shows. So this is the first time you meet again and you have to admit your panty instantly dropped and just hearing their voices made you wet. So wet it's dripping down your left leg. First you look into the eyes of Kyle and he has this dirty grin on his face you was soooo used to. He's the one touching the skin on your waist and it seems that he's already picturing you naked bouncing on him like a damn freak. "It seems you only kinda missed touching my body.", you answer raising a brow. Kyle nods approving what you just said. "… and you missed us touching you like that though." Now it's Bobby. Bobby often acts like the mature one but he's the crazier bastard comparing him to Kyle. "Let me get things straight Y/N okay?.", Bobby keeps talking, "We're free until the main event. You're free for the whole night. So?", he shrugs. "Yeah and I got a whole load for this beautiful face of yours.", Kyle adds. This is all you needed. Your body is aching for those guys and it is like Kyle is in your head because he grabs you without checking if somebody is looking. Kyle puts you over his shoulder carrying you like his prey to the locker room of reDRagon.

Bobby opens the door for you and Kyle and you can see him licking his lips. Kyle throws you on the couch and immediately starts to take of his clothes. Softly Bobby grabs your left foot with the high heels still on. He takes it off so gently you feel it kind of tickling you. Soft, soft, so soft kisses on your skin by this man. He grabs your underwear under your skirt und pulls it down to let your pussy free. He grins while looking at you like that. "Oh yes babe, this sure is the most beautiful view I've ever seen in my life though. Look at you … damn!", he already moans while burrying his face between your legs, going through your wet folds like he's eating some ice cream. You moan and throw your head back. This man knows what makes you go crazy and it's like he doesn't want to waste time on your first orgasm. Kyle is looking at you two while he already strokes his dick scanning you from head to feet. He's actualy an impatient person and you wonder why he's not all over you already. "Open", he demand and you do exactly this. You open wide and he puts his cock right into your mouth almost down your throat. You gag a little but Kyle is so impatient he's not stopping. He's fucking your face and you cant breath properly but while Kyle is filling your mouth it's Bobby that almost got you to your orgsam. He sucks on your clit and adds one than two fingers inside of you. And while he's going faster and faster and while you hear Kyle moan you feel this heat. You feel the heat that is rising inside of you that you know so well. It's this huuuge orgasm that hits you like a rock on the head und you feel like you fly while Bobby stops sucking on your clit but keeps his fingers inside of you to ride out your high. It seems like Kyle is getting more excited while watching you. He is getting deeper but it's Bobby that stops him "Sit down man. It's time. She's ready." Bobby tells him and Kyle does what he's told to. He sits down on the couch and you spread white to sit on his lap. He grabs his dick strokes it a few times and then he put it inside of you. He's not waiting to adjust and he's not waiting for you to get ready. He starts fucking you like you never have been fucked before. The sweet pain seems to make you light headed. Bobby is kissing your shoulder he grabs your shirt and pulls it over your head. The pleasure on his face while seeing you get hammered by his best friend is obvious. "Fuck you're so tight. Did you wait for us all those month?" Kyle moans while looking at you then on the body parts which are currently connected. "I hadn't anyone since you two …", you answer and this makes Kyle go slower. It seems he wanted to hear exactly that. You and Kyle kiss while Bobby is making you stay in this position. He got his hands on your ass "Ready?" he asks and you nod. And with that being said he's inside of your ass. While doing so he moans loud and you can understand why. There is nothing tighter than your ass and Bobby is feeling this pleasure right now. "So thight so small. This ass is made for me." he whispers in your ear. "Both of you move. I want to feel you move inside of me." you tell them and you can see how turned on Kyle is by feeling both of your holes filled. "We gonna split you on half Y/N." Kyle moans while speeding up. Bobby does the same put fastly needs to slow down because of how tight your ass is. You moan and you never felt more alive. You missed getting this treatment and you missed being their center of attention. "Talk to me. Talk to me like you used to do." you demand. Kyle is changing his position a bit and it seems that your sweet spot now is fully exposed to his dick. "You little dirty dirty girl. It's like you just came to AEW to get fucked by the both of us. You missed how we fill all of your needy holes right? Look at how you need us inside of you. Look at how you need Kyle fucking you like the naughty girl you really are." you moan while Bobby is whispering this into your ear. You close your eyes because you feel your next orgasm comes closer but Kyle grabs your chin roughly "Open your eyes. You look at me while I fuck you. You look at me when you cum. You look at me when Bobby cums. You look at me when I cum." Bobby kisses your shoulder again while Kyle is laying down his laws. Bobby pulls out. You can't check what he's doing because Kyle still has your chin in his hands. But you feel his body heat again and how he's now trying to get inside of your pussy as well. "Breath breath. You can take the two of us girl. You just need to breath through it." Bobby says while sliding inside of you. Two damn dicks inside of your pussy and your body is wanting more. Kyle moans since your pussy gets tighter. You feel so full and yet so needy. With this much dick inside of you you can't help yourself but fading away having another orgasm and looking Kyle right in his eyes. Your body is feeling light and your legs seem to float. This orgasm hit you like a ton of bricks and it seems like Bobby and Kyle get turned on even more by you cuming on both of their cocks. "Gonna cover you in cum." Kyle says and both of them pulling out of you just to push you back on the couch and stroking their dicks in front of you. Then two huge loads of cum shooting right onto your face neck and titts and you can hear both of them moan while having an orgasm. After their release Kyle and Bobby sit down next to you on the couch breathing hard sweating touching you right away. Kyle is teasing your nipples while Bobby pets you like a cat. "Looks like you needed this." Bobby says while looking you into your eyes. "Hadn't dick for a while now, so …" you shrug. Kyle grins while looking for his clothes. It could be time. They'll wrestle in tonights main event. "We could make us three work. I mean for real work. Like work work you know?" Kyle finally takes part in the conversation. "Like work work?" you ask. Bobby looks at Kyle then at you "Yeah like exclusive I think. We three exclusive." You nod "Works for me." Kyle is already getting dressed "Then meet us after the show and we go get something to eat and then for round two in the hotel room?" he asks while putting on his reDRagon-Shirt. "Not for Bobby. He already had dinner for tonight." you grin while looking at him still being naked next to you. "Just like you. I mean look at you."

_________________________________________________

[luvksj]

Yandere!Undisputed Era: Bittersweet Reunion

author’s note: this is part two so please read part one. anyway, i’m sorry for taking a really long time to upload this part. i didn’t have any creative juices flowing so i struggled writing something but here in NZ, nearly 1AM, i decided to write whatever i thought of and came up with this! 

i allowed my fingers to type away and it transformed into this which... ngl, i’m pretty proud of and i have to thank you all for being so patient with me and my creative blocks, the sappy quotes i read on pinterest and the music i listened to while writing this. 

anyways, please enjoy and hope you’re all keeping safe! this is part two, please read part one before reading this~!

pov: you escaped despite using drastic measures but… that doesn’t mean it’ll last forever.

warning: this story contains strong use of violence and cursing. if you feel uncomfortable with themes of stalkers/stalking, violence, obsession, yandere aus, manipulation, torture etc or mentions of blood, killing, death, torture, kidnapping, suicide or anything similar please DO NOT read this story!

this story does NOT depict the true personas/characteristics of Adam Cole, Kyle O’Reilly, Roderick Strong and Bobby Fish. this story is 100% a work of fiction and any similarities discovered is a PURE COINCIDENCE. this story is meant for entertainment purposes only. if you feel unsure about anything written in this story, please PM me.

Previously...

The locker room was clear… maybe you were really hallucinating. You sighed, relieved but that feeling diminished when a taunting voice interrupted your thoughts.

“Hello Y/N, sweetheart.”

Now Continuing...

Your body froze. It couldn’t be... that’s impossible, right?! RIGHT?!?

Doing a slow pivot, you were face-to-face with “your fans”. But, you knew it was them under all that merch - you’d recognized those devious grins anywhere. Those cheshire cat grins, brainstorming all the torture they’d inflict on you for 10 years worth of lies. Eyes raking in the body they all desperately missed. 

“Hello Y/N, long time no see huh?” Kyle says, approaching me. You refused to let them intimidate you and repressed the tears, taking deep breaths to calm yourself down before glaring back with cold eyes. 

You spent your whole life afraid of them, allowing them to use their power to torment you. Well, not anymore. 

Kyle caressed your cheek, savoring the feeling he missed. You clenched your fist, fighting back a reaction. No! You weren’t going to give them the satisfaction. Your reaction did surprise them but it only amused them even more - they were going to break you. Like they usually did. 

His hand trailed down your face to your chest, admiring how your top hugged your breast - keeping them secure while also emphasizing them. Knowing how special Wrestlemania was, you got this outfit custom-made and it was different from what you’ve ever worn. 

“Ten years...” Kyle muses. “Ten years of us believing you died. Ten years of us mourning over you. Ten years, Y/N. Ten fucking years.” he says, holding back his anger as tears glossed his eyes. 

Awww, did they suffer? How terrible.

You couldn’t help but relish in their pain. Watching them talk about how much they suffered during these ten years - that’s right you fuckers, it doesn’t feel nice. “But...” Roderick says and without knowing, your breath hitched. The question which you’ve desperately craved an answer for was finally going to be answered.

How did they find out? 

 A million possibilities raced through your mind. Did someone snitch? Did they see you on TV by a pure coincidence? Did they force it out of someone? Did they see a post of you on social media? A media article? A billboard advertising a WWE PPV? The UUDD Youtube channel? WHAT?!?

Roderick walks closer, his grin growing wider with every step. “But... imagine our surprise when we saw you in Los Angeles. Out in public.” you freeze, stunned by his words. They ran into you by accident in public and you didn’t even see them?

“Of course, we thought we were hallucinating but Bobby pointed out a distinct detail that immediately identified to us that it was you.” Roderick grabs your wrist and points to the tattoo you got honoring your friendship with them back before you found out about their ‘yandere’ side. 

You immediately curse your past self. It takes everything to not give them a reaction - gritting your teeth and clenching your fist so hard they turn white. They could tell that you were trying so hard to not break and it amused them. You were always a stubborn one - a little firecracker, which they enjoyed. 

“That’s when we decided to do some investigating... to confirm this theory. So... we ‘interviewed’ some people and gathered data.” Bobby reveals a file, brimming with the so-called data. Inside it contained everything from ten years ago... some data going back even further. 

The data gathered showed your well-thought-out plan. Every detail was covered. Every possible situation had back-up plans of back-up plans. It amused them how much work you put into this. You were always a smart one, thinking before doing something. That mixed with your firecracker personality made you interesting... different from others. 

“And that’s how we found out. How we found out you lied to us. Used our biggest fear against us.” he states, gripping the file so hard it was scrunching in his hand. You could only imagine how they felt during that discovery. The anger, hurt, sadness and probable joy they felt. 

You couldn’t believe it. They were playing the victim as if they never did these things to you. Like they didn’t create scars you’d never heal from. The reason you couldn’t trust men anymore or be left alone. The reason you’re still experiencing trauma despite receiving help. The sole reason your life was complete hell for over ten years.

Adam shakes his head, “So... with some help, we found out your schedule and made plans accordingly. Of course, you were smart enough to have us banned from all WWE events so we had to be careful.” he says, gesturing to the disguises they donned. 

He steps forward, gripping your face and harshly squishing your cheeks. “We found you. All this work you put into avoiding us may have worked temporarily but in the end, you were the one who screwed yourself over.” he grins mockingly. 

“You have no one to blame but yourself, sweetheart.” he declares.

You wanted to cry because no matter how much you wanted to deny it... he was right. If you never got that tattoo, you would have never been caught. If you never went out because you were bored and stayed inside your hotel room, playing video games on your Switch, they would have never spotted you.

And you would still be a free woman. And your match at Wrestlemania would have gone much better.

Using your strength, you pushed them back. “You act like you’re the victims. Like you haven’t been the sole reason I hated my life. Like you weren’t the ones who created scars I will never heal from - no matter how much therapy I receive. The trauma I’ll never recover from, the nightmares I have and the reason I have severe trust issues.” you exploded. 

Over ten years of pent-up anger finally being released. “You are the reason I lost my self-confidence. The affirmation I am pretty and worthy - destroyed and irreparable. I lost everything because of you and your greedy desires. You will forever haunt my life and the worst thing is.... there’s nothing I can do about it. So yeah! Watching you suffer like I did feels fan-fucking-tastic! Hearing you be in pain is music to my damn ears! The tears that roll down your faces as you think about the pain gives me satisfaction. I’m happy I’m the cause of your pain because now you know what it feels like to feel so low... you don’t even want to be alive. So, I hope you enjoy it cause it ain’t ending anytime soon!” 

The words fall from your mouth. You don’t even register half the things you’ve spewed out. It’s only till Roderick throws you against the wall, eyes full of rage and their grip on you dangerously tight - do you come back to reality. They look ready to torture so bad... you might just die for real. 

“Looks like someone needs to be taught who’s boss, isn’t that right boys?” Kyle says, earning hums from the others. I squeeze my eyes shut, fighting back the tears ready to betray me. Mustering up all my energy and strength, I knee Roderick hard in his area and he lets go, nursing his pain. 

I wasn’t going to be their toy anymore. For too long have I let them use their power and strength to intimidate me... not today, not ever. I will fight my way out of this - even if it kills me. I will go down kicking and screaming. 

“I already know who’s boss,” I say, panting and trying to recapture my breath. They look stunned by my act of defiance - usually, I’d surrender right then and there... but I’ve changed. I’m not the same person I was ten years ago. Despite the pain, I’ve become stronger and feistier. 

This firecracker’s now a firework, ready to go off. 

Picking up a nearby makeshift weapon (your belt), you grip it tightly and get into a fighting stance - ready to defend yourself. “And it’s me. I’m the boss of myself. Not you. I control my life, not you. You will no longer be someone who thinks they can control me. Not anymore. This is my life and I will fight for it - even if I die. I will no longer be intimidated by you. I will no longer allow you to dictate my life. You are no more than someone who deserves to rot in hell. And trust me when I say, I might even take you there myself so bring it on.” you declare, eyes full of determination. 

This reaction makes them laugh, unable to fathom this new sense of bravery. But once you whiplashed Kyle using your belt, hitting him multiple times until he was bleeding, did they realize how serious you were. Blocking an incoming attack from Bobby, you kick his abdomen and punch his face, sending him stumbling into some trash bins.

Roderick landed a hit on your stomach making you stumble. You stunned him by slapping his face using your belt buckle which left a cut and pushed him into the corner with Bobby - continuously whiplashing them both until their faces were covered in cuts. 

Adam tried a sneak attack but you dodged it. Standing on the bench, you launch yourself at him and perfectly execute a Panama Sunrise, leaving him withering on the floor. Using your belt, you locked Kyle in a chokehold - choking him with your belt. 

Bobby tried attacking from behind but missed and instead hit Adam. You took this opportunity to sweep him from under and wrapped the belt around his jaw - locking him in a chokehold with Kyle. Once they had passed out, you set your sights on Roderick who was recovering and you grab him, suplexing him onto Adam. 

Sure, they had landed some hits on you but you dominated this battle. Panting, you survey the damage and grin, wiping the blood coming from your lip before gathering your belongings. 

“And that... undisputed,” you whispered to their unconscious selves before leaving - calling security to escort these intruders out. You know that they’d be back for revenge and you were ready for them. 

The bruises which marked your hands didn’t make you whimper but made you happy - knowing you stood up for yourself and came out as the victor. Revving the car engine, you peel away and drive back to the hotel with newfound strength and pride.

You weren’t going to be their bitch anymore. You weren’t going to let them control you anymore. You were going to fight for your rights and fight for your freedom. 

You were doing this for everyone that helped you but most importantly, you were doing this for your past self that never thought she’d get out of that nightmare. Believing she’d be trapped in the clutches of actual demons forever. 

With a teary smile, you realized that during these years apart that you’ve grown into someone you can finally be proud of. Someone who you could only dream about becoming all those years ago - someone that they’d laugh at, taunting and mocking you - firmly believing you’d never become that. 

Well, guess what, revenge is sweet. It’s pretty darn sweet.                          

“her revenge wasn’t loud, petty or nasty. her revenge was silent because growth cannot be heard so keep watering yourself, you’re growing.

[of-twilight-and-moonshadow]

Cookie Dough Kisses - Kyle O'Reilly x Reader

I freakin LOVE Kyle, guys. He’s always been a favorite, and I love that he gets to shine right now in NXT, doing Solo stuff. <3 

This was brought on by a few prompts, including: > Person A and B making cookies, but Person A keeps sneaking Cookie Dough > Person A and B find themselves under a mistletoe and Person B makes comment (about fuck tradition– you’ll see it below)

Y/N/N = Your nick name I honestly don’t think I alluded to a gender in this… so it may be gender neutral.

Forgot I had a tag list. Until someone asked to be added to it. So, I’m going back through and adding to all the posts I’ve done. If you want to be added, lemme know! TAG LIST

@starwithaheart​ @shedevil22 @amourseculier @regalbanshee​ 

(Divider)

Soft Christmas music was playing in the background, an old vinyl record my best friend had insisted on playing. They never voiced to anyone- or even each other- that they were best friends, but everyone knew. Everyone also knew there was more. There had to be. But there never was. Each was too afraid to lose their best friend—so instead of trying to make it more, they lived in the happy bliss that was their friendship.

“Thanks again for coming and helping me Kor. I might’ve bitten off more than I can chew,” I admitted sheepishly.

“You know, you could have always just… downsized how much you were going to make. No one would have minded,” Kyle laughed, scooping the cookie dough onto the tray before turning it around and sliding it into the oven.

“Yeah, but,” I argued, swiping a finger against the top of the bowl and eating some of the dough,” I never planned on making all these. I just kept finding more and more recipes I wanted to try.”

Kyle turned around as I put my dough-topped finger into my mouth, giving me a despairing look.

“Stop doing that,” he frowned,” You’re going to make yourself really sick one of these times.”

“Kyle—I’ve ate cookie dough since I was five. If it hasn’t done anything yet, it won’t.”

“You don’t know that!” he argued, his voice softening just slightly,” Just… please? I don’t want you getting sick.”

He gave me those puppy eyes of his, and as always, I was putty in his hands. Though he’d never know.

“Fine,” I rolled my eyes, not being able to help the smile on my face when I saw him smile.

“Thank you. Now—what’s… Oh. One sec,” Kyle frowned, grabbing the towel and wetting it slightly at the sink, before coming around the counter and stopping next to me.

“Ya got something… right—” his hand gently cupped my face, tilting it so he could wipe off the flour from my face. I tried to ignore how close he was, how fast my heart was beating. He heard it, he had to. After he was finished, pleased that all the flour was gone, he released my chin and for a split second our faces were mere inches apart.

Kyle cleared his throat, looking away at the same time I spun away from him,” So er… what recipe was next?”

“The uh… the chocolate chip one,” I replied, taking a deep breath to calm myself,” I was planning on adding crushed up Oreos and maybe some molasses to it too, though.”

“To chocolate chip cookies? C’mon! You can’t mess with the sanctity that is Chocolate Chip!”

“Sure I can! There’s a thing called creative liberty O’Reilly,” I stuck my tongue out at him, making him give me an over-animated eye roll, as he slouched back into the main part of the kitchen—putting the counter between us once more.

“Fine, where you stashing those Oreos then? The snack cupboard by the fridge?”

“You know me so well,” I teased him, causing him to shake his head in mild amusement, turning around to trifle through the snacks to find the Oreos. Without thinking about it, I leaned forward and grabbed another small finger of cookie dough, bringing it to my mouth just as he turned around.

“Mint Oreos—rea—” he and I both froze at the same time, him with feigned annoyance and me from being caught.

“It’s.. uh… not what it looks like?” I tried, swallowing the cookie dough, slowly sliding off the stool I was sitting on.

“Y/N/N…” Kyle drawled out, setting the package of cookies down gently, as he slowly made to move around the counter.

“I’m sorry!” I exclaimed, taking off at a run (as fast as I could in the house) but with Kyle’s speed it didn’t take much for him to catch up to me. His arms wrapped around my mid-section, fastening me to his torso. My hands clamped onto his forearms, trying to nudge them apart without much luck. His arms only locked against me tighter. I could feel his breath on my neck, could imagine the playful smile on his face.

Sighing, I ‘tapped out’, tapping on his forearm; he instantly loosened his grip, but his hands never left my body. They stayed glued to my side as I turned around, watching as his smile faltered only a bit. He seemed nervous, but he refused to fully show it.

Then I realized we were in the space between the kitchen and the living room. Right where my roommate demanded we put—

My eyes flickered up, landing on the green flowered stem, swallowing the lump in my throat. Kyle followed my gaze, before scoffing slightly to himself.

“M-Mistletoe…” I whispered, looking at him, uncertain. Did I want Kyle to kiss me? Yes. Did I want to lose my best friend? No.

“What do you want me to do? Kiss you?” Kyle asked, almost sarcastically, and I felt my heart crumble a bit.

“I mean—it’s tradition… but—”

“Let a plant control when I should kiss the one I love? That’s stupid,” Kyle rolled his eyes playfully—a fact I missed in my heartache. I couldn’t look at him, it would only hurt more. I tried to push against him, to walk away, but his arms locked me in place.

“Fuck tradition, I kiss people when I want.”

Instantly, I felt his lips on mine, his trimmed beard scratching gently against my cheek. His hand came up to caress my face as he kissed me, slightly deepening the kiss near the end. Upon ending it, Kyle leaned his forehead against mine, and when I opened my eyes, he was staring at me. When our eyes met, he smiled, almost shyly— uncertain.

“I can’t keep ignoring how I feel about you, Y/N/N… please tell me… you feel the same?”

Not trusting my voice, I slowly leaned up, placing a gentle kiss against his lips, nodding as I pulled away. His smile brightened, but before he could say anything—the timer started going off, alerting us the batch of cookies were done.

Together, we walked back to the kitchen, retaking our places from before. Only this time—I completely ignored the bowl of cookie dough.

At least, until Kyle and I mixed up the Chocolate Chip Oreo concoction, and as I tasted the batter, Kyle turned around and caught me.

“Alright—you can’t keep your hands off it.” Kyle frowned, before a mischievous smirk crossed his face,” I know a way to keep you out of the cookie dough.” He started towards me, causing me to playfully shriek as I ran away—Kyle right behind me.

[unoficialy-married-to-ace-austin]

Could we do a Yandere Kyle ORiely

Yandere Kyle O’Rielly

Taglist: @fiskers7136 @peachmango-kombucha @kcloveswrestling @bellalutionn @xkennyxomegax @tummyyellin @legit9thlunaticwarrior @auburnwrites @damnnhausen @thesusbunny @blaquekittycat @writtingrose

Kyle wouldn’t start as a Yandere

Even after falling for you he wouldn’t be obsessive

Honestly, I think it would take someone else pushing him to become one

Maybe after you got together his friends started flirting with you

Nothing to extreme, but it definitely puts him on edge

And if you flirt back?

Immediately it makes him feel insecure

I mean, who’s to say you won’t leave him for Kenny, or Cole, or one of the Bucks.

Kidnapping you would feel like the only way to keep you his

But he feels awful about it

The moment you realize what happened he is apologizing, almost begging you to forgive him

Basically crying at your feet

It is an odd dynamic

He’s technically the one keeping you locked up, but if someone saw they would think it’s the other way around

He would wait on you hand and foot, trying to make you as happy as possible

Giving you lots of gifts

Anything you could want he has it for you

Because he’s so sweet, you would probably develop Stockholm syndrome

He wouldn’t ever actually take you anywhere with other people

He doesn’t want to take the chance of loosing you

For him -and eventually you- it’s just a normal relationship

He doesn’t punish you

It would take a lot for him to kill someone

If he felt he had to he would, but he would feel so guilty

He also wouldn’t let you find out

He’s worried about how you’ll see him if you knew

[transedhausen]

can you write something about Kyle?

for some reason i wrote some domestic shit about the undisputed era even though i know nothing about them really but yknow

They’re all crowded into one tiny hotel bathroom; Roddy is at the forefront, brushing his teeth, and Bobby’s beside him washing his face. Kyle’s sitting on the toilet seat, giving himself his weekly testosterone dose, and Adam’s perched on the edge of the bathtub, watching the needle go into the muscle of Kyle’s outer thigh. “How’re we doing back there, Kyle?” Bobby asks, speaking over the fan going fifty miles an hour over their heads, and Kyle says back, “all good,” as he pushes down the plunger, wincing at the slight sting. Adam pulls a face and smooths both hands down his own thighs, like he’s feeling what Kyle’s feeling. 

“Alright, Adam,” Roddy says, turning around to wave the youngest of their team up to the sink, and Adam gets up and takes Roddy’s place. Kyle pulls the needle from his leg and makes a grabby hand out to his side, calling for a Band-aid, which Roddy chuckles at and slaps into his palm. The Band-aid is smoothed into place, over the tiny pinprick, and Bobby’s patting his face dry and turning to look over his shoulder at Kyle, which makes his stomach do a flip. “Babe, you need to wash your face and brush your teeth.” 

When Kyle doesn’t move— not that he’s trying to be a pain in the ass, he’s just struck at how gorgeous Bobby is— Bobby’s voice gets an edge to it, louder than before. “Hop to it,” he says, and Kyle shoots off of the toilet seat, getting a head rush that almost sends him right back down. Roddy snickers and takes his arm, guiding Kyle to the sink. He settles between Bobby and Adam, and Adam gives him a side-glance and a big smile with toothpaste foam covering his teeth. “Sorry,” Kyle mumbles, taking his toothbrush from the little cup on the sink’s counter, and Adam hands over the toothpaste tube, this dumb sparkle in his eyes that seems to say you’re such a sucker for him.

Kyle tries to shoot back a look that says look who’s talking, we all know what you do with Roddy, which is silly, because they’ve all done it with Roddy. They’ve all done it with Adam, and Kyle, and even Bobby. And just thinking about what they all do together is making Kyle a little too hot, so he squeezes too much toothpaste on his toothbrush and sets to work. Bobby walks out of the bathroom with Roddy, and the second they’re out of sight, Adam digs his elbow into Kyle’s ribs, making him yelp and jump. “You asshole,” he snaps, slurry because of all the foam in his mouth, and Adam’s eyes crinkle with mirth. Kyle hates how much he loves the kid, he really does.

“No fighting,” Roddy calls from the hotel room, but it’s casual, he’s not actually mad. They all bicker and shove and do annoying things to each other, but they stick together and act like a team when it counts. Even so, Kyle still kicks Adam’s ankle and pretends to be surprised when he grunts and hops on one foot briefly. 

Bobby comes back into the bathroom when Kyle and Adam’s play fighting makes too much noise, eyes narrowed and his jaw set. It makes Kyle’s heart flutter, and he can feel the blush running up his neck and into his face. “Sorry, Bobby,” he says, lowering his gaze to the sink, and Adam mumbles something similar, sounding very contrite. Bobby has a way of making them all feel like third graders, a unique talent from rooming and working with the three of them. Roddy isn’t as bad. Kyle and Adam pick at each other like brothers, constantly at each other’s throats. “I’m going to get breakfast, tell Roddy what you want and he’ll text it to me,” Bobby says, then adds, “try to get along,” as he walks away and opens the hotel room door. 

When Bobby leaves, Kyle spits the mouthful of toothpaste foam into the sink, rinses off his toothbrush, and walks out into their hotel room. Two king beds, the covers all messed up, and Roddy’s sitting on the edge of one. He looks up from his phone and smiles at Kyle, warm and sweet. “Done messing with Adam?” he asks, and Kyle rolls his eyes. “I’m never done messing with Adam,” he shoots back, which makes Roddy laugh and scoot to give Kyle room to sit beside him. Adam comes out a second later, complaining that his ankle hurts, and falls into Roddy’s lap like a spoiled pet. 

“Oh no, the baby’s hurt!” Roddy coos, fingers running through Adam’s hair, and Kyle stifles a giggle; Adam can be the most dramatic motherfucker on the face of this planet. Even so, Kyle still leans in to press a kiss to the younger man’s temple. “Sorry for kicking you in the ankle,” he says, and Adam mutters back, “sorry for elbowing you in the ribs.” 

Adam isn’t really holding a grudge, though. They would still be just fine without apologies, but it’s nice to say them and watch Adam get all relaxed and lazy in Roddy’s lap. Kyle really does love him.

[writerlife23]

Who doesn’t love a Kyle O’Rilley image 😍

[roadtogracelandx45]

:Prompts List:

I am starting with 50 for now, I may add or change them going forward. but for now these were the ones i had in my notebook. i got all of them off of Pinterest. Some already have names by them but go ahead and request them again if you like the prompt and I can redo them.

Fandoms I write for:

Top Gun Maverick: All

Elvis: Elvis

One Chicago: Kelly Severide, Jay Halstead, Will Halstead, Connor Rhodes

Avengers: Steve Rogers, Tony Stark, Bucky Barnes, Natasha, Clint Barton, Peter Parker

Triple Frontier: Will Miller and Benny Miller

Four Brothers: Bobby Mercer, Jack Mercer

Sons of Anarchy: Jax Teller, Opie Winston, Juice Ortiz, David Hale,

Fast and Furious: Dom Toretto, Roman Peirce, Brian O'Conner, Letty Ortiz

Band of Brothers: All

Twilight: All of the Cullens, Jacob Black and Bella Swan

Harry Potter: All

WWE/TNA/AEW/ ROH : Seth Rollins, Roman Reigns, Dean Ambrose, Stephanie McMahon, Triple H, Shawn Michaels, Chris Jericho, CM Punk, The Young Bucks, Adam Cole, Bobby Fish, Kyle O'Reilly, Roderick Strong, Chris Sabin, Alex Shelley, Randy Orton, Edge, Christian Cage, Matt Hardy, Jeff Hardy, Hurricane Helms. Mr. Kennedy

Supernatural- Dean Winchester, Sam Winchester, Cas

The West Wing: Josh Lyman, Sam Seaborn

*****

01 “Oh you think I am cute when I am angry? Well get ready because I am about to be gorgeous.”  

    Olivia Stewart- Light in The Darkness- Band of Brothers fanfiction

02. “I can’t lose you again. Can’t  you see that? I am not strong enough.” 

03. “Marry me’ 

04. “I’m not jealous.” 

05.  “Kiss my ass.” 

06.  “Were you ever gonna tell me?” 

07. “Excuse you?”

08.  “This is all your fault.” 

09. “It’s not fair.” 

10. “Game Over, you lose.” 

11.  “Is she always this obnoxious?” “Oh, she is just getting warmed up.” 

        Ajay Reso- Stronger Than Yesterday series

12. “We don’t need to control them. We need to unleash them.” 

13. “It should have never come to this.” 

14. “I’m not a lot of people’s favorite person.” 

15. “I shouldn’t have wasted 3 years on someone when Russia could have sent me a good bottle of vodka.” 

16.  “Can we have this conversation when you aren’t upset?” 

17. “Come over here and make me, why don’t ya?” 

18.  “I am tired of being your secret.” 

19. “Mess with them, you mess with me.” 

20. “I don’t want to sleep alone tonight.” 

21. “ I am coming to get you. Stay there.” 

22. “Are you safe?” “I, I don’t know.” 

23.  “This is why I don’t let myself fall in love.” 

24. “You are my regret.” 

25. “You have to make a choice.” 

26. “Put the knife down.” 

27. “Jokes on them.” 

28. “The way you flirt is shameless.” 

29. “With all due respect, I’m going to ignore everything you just said.” 

30. “It’s me! It’s me baby! Calm down.” 

31.  “Have you lost your damn mind?” 

32.  “Hey, I am here with you. Okay? Always.”

33. “Hold me back.” 

34.  “You aren’t a bad guy.” 

35. “You know we are meant to be.” 

36. “Mine.”

37. “Seriously, you are a manchild.”

38.  “I get it alright! I fucked up!” 

39. “She’s dead! I killed her!” 

40. “You smell nice.”

41.  “I think I am pregnant.”/ “I am pregnant, not helpless. Stop worrying so much.” 

42. “So what if I am jealous? Its not gonna change anything.” 

Ryder Winston- Charming Town 

43. “You owe me.”

44. “Be careful.” “I always am.” 

45. “Take my jacket, it's cold outside.” 

46. “I am not some toy  you can play with.” 

47. “Just play long. Please.’

48.  “I did something terrible.’ 

49. “Don’t hurt the hair on their head.’ 

50. “I got your back.” 

[snarkwrites]

s | dance ➼ k.o’reilly | s

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

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

┇ᵖʳᵒᵐᵖᵗ  ┇

thigh riding 

┇ʷᵃʳⁿᶦⁿᵍ ┇

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

┇ᶜʰᵃʳᵃᶜᵗᵉʳ | ᶠᵃⁿᵈᵒᵐ | ᵖᵃᶦʳᶦⁿᵍ┇

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

​@kyleoreillysknee

@rampagewriting​​

@writertoo18​​

@thatnerdwriter​​

@wrestlingismyguiltypleasure​​

@chasingeverybreakingwave​​

@waywardwrestlewritingwaif​​

@sassymox​​

@hungmanhorsecarriage​​

@wardlow​​

@ryantaylorgirl​​

@hotyeehawman​​

@gabbynorth98​​

@linziland13​​ ​

@bec0m​​

@irish-newzealand-idian-dutch​​

@daddyslittlevillain​​

@uncrownedmox​​

@rubyred1980​​

@ghoulsworld​​

@littlemsbliss06

@barzal-burakovsky

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

It’s almost like torture.

In the best and the worst way.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

[snarkwriteswrasslin]

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

Title: knee socks & stolen shirts

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

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

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

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

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

TAGGING:

@kyleoreillysknee​

@rampagewriting​

@writertoo18​

@thatnerdwriter​

@wrestlingismyguiltypleasure​

@chasingeverybreakingwave​

@waywardwrestlewritingwaif​

@sassymox​

@champbucks​

@hungmanhorsecarriage​

@wardl0w​

@ryantaylorgirl​

@dilfmoxley​

@hotyeehawman​

@gabbynorth98​

@bec0m​

@irish-newzealand-idian-dutch​ 

@daddyslittlevillain​ 

[ about page | masterlist | tag list ]

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

It belonged to him.

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

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

Now it was all starting to make so much sense.

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

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

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

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

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

It did nothing to help him or calm him down.

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

He needed to go think. Figure things out.

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

The sound was loud.

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

XXX

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

A whole day early.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

[sydsaint]

MY SCRUNGLY WHITE BOY!!!!! <3

Summary: The reader is reunited with her old friend Kyle during revolution. Kyle notices that the reader has become close with Matt Taven in his absence and isn't about to let like slide.

"Don't you think it's a bit of overkill to have all of us out there with you, Roddy?" You narrow your eyes at Strong as he finishes lacing his boots up. "Wardlow didn't need anyone out there with him." You point to the big man who is fresh off of his match win.

"What? It's not a crime to want some moral support?" Roderick replies.

You roll your eyes with a scoff. "Sounds to me like you don't think that you can beat OC, clean." You tease Roderick.

"What? That's not true!" Roderick snaps at you. "I can beat Orange easily! And on my own!" He insists.

You crack a sly grin and lean back in your chair. "Then I guess you don't need us to stay out there with you."

"She's got you there, Roddy." Matt Taven laughs next to you.

"Yeah yeah." Roderick grumbles to himself. "You guys can at least come out and do our entrance." He gives in after a moment of thought.

You giggle and nod. "Atta boy, Roddy." You wink at him.

Roderick finishes up lacing his boots up and pulls an Undisputed Kingdom shirt over his head. With his ring gear on, Roddy walks over to door and everyone follows him out to the ring.

You walk down to the ring at the side of Matt and Mike. Roderick does his usual kneeling pose and you stand between Matt and Mike to pose.

"Good luck out there, Roddy." You give Roderick one last vote of confidence before you head backstage with Matt and Mike.

The group all files backstage and watches the match from the monitor on the wall. You are enjoying watch Roddy target OC's back when movement catches your eye behind you.

You turn around and narrow your eyes at the hallway leading back to the locker rooms. You catch a glimpse of a head of unruly red hair and your heart skips a beat. "Kyle?" You whisper to yourself.

"You say something, YN?" Matt hears your mumbling and sets a hand on your shoulder to get your attention.

"Hmm?" You turn back to Taven. "Nothing. I just thought that I saw someone is all." You shake your head.

Matt nods and both of you go back to watching the match.

After a grueling match, Roderick ends up finally managing to beat OC in a pin. The bell rings and you cheer with Matt and Mike before the three of you rush out to the ring to congratulate Roderick on his win.

"Yeah! I knew you could do it, Roddy!" You meet Roderick in the middle of the ring with a hug.

"Thanks, YN." Roderick happily accepts your hug before turning to Matt and Mike.

You stand by with a wide grin and watch Roderick share a hug with Matt and Mike. He's in the middle of hugging Mike when suddenly you notice someone is coming down the ramp. The sound of the crowd cheering at full volume disorients you as you attempt to see whose coming down the ramp.

"Oh my god!?" Your jaw drops when Mike steps out of the way and you catch that same head of unruly red hair from earlier. "Kyle!?"

Kyle O'Reilly, your long-time best friend and the missing link of Adam's little group steps up onto the ring apron with that goofy grin that you love so much.

You watch Kyle walk over to Roderick and share a hug and a few words with him. Matt walks over to your side and leans down to whisper to you.

"That's Kyle, right?" Matt asks you.

"Yeah," You nod, still in slight disbelief that Kyle is actually here.

Roderick and Kyle chat with one another but the sound is easily drowned out by the crowd. The pair share one more hug before Kyle turns toward you. You flash an inviting smile Kyle's way and wait for him to approach you. But instead, Kyle nods back up the ramp and shoots you a knowing look. You take the hint and nod before Kyle turns and walks off.

By the time the group gets backstage again, Kyle is nowhere to be found. You frown once you see that Kyle isn't around. But you know from that nod earlier that you'll see him later.

"So, are you and Kyle close at all?" Matt asks you on the way back to the locker room. "it was kind of messed up him not coming over to see you in the ring." He adds.

"Kyle and I have always been close, yeah." You nod. "He's just got a certain way about doing things. I'm sure I'll see him later." You assure Taven. "I'm just super surprised that he's back! No phone call. No nothing."

Matt nods in agreement and grabs the locker room door for you. "Yeah, that is kind of weird."

Adam and Wardlow celebrate with Roderick when everyone makes it back to the locker room. You hang off to the side of the room with Matt and wonder about when you might see Kyle again.

Your answer comes about 20 minutes later when someone knocks on the locker room door. Wardlow answers the knock and let's Kyle into the room.

"Kyle! It's so good to see you back again, buddy!" Adam is the first one to greet O'Reilly.

You watch Kyle and Adam catch up for a bit and eagerly await the moment Kyle finally reunites with you.

"YN!" Kyle finally makes his way over to you after he and Adam are done catching up.

"Kyle!" You beam and eagerly cross the room to meet him.

You leap into O'Reilly's arms and he happily catches you with a laugh. You hug him tightly while gushing about how much you've missed him.

"I missed you too." Kyle laughs at your eagerness and enthusiasm. "And hey, I'm sorry that I haven't called or texted in a while." He sets you back down on your feet. "Rehab was really taking a toll on me. I just didn't have the energy for anything else." He apologizes.

"Awe, that's alright, Kyle." You shake your head and hug him again. "I'm just glad that you're back now. And the hair!" You reach out and flick a strand of his untamed locks playfully. "I love the new look."

Kyle laughs and shake his head. "I was too lazy to cut it." He admits.

"Well I think it looks cute on you, Kyle." You card a hand through his hair playfully.

"Thanks, YN." Kyle grins. "I've been keeping up with the show while at home rehabbing." He adds. "I see that you and Taven have become new best friends." He nods over to Matt now chatting with Mike.

You glance over at Matt and nod. "Yeah, Matt and I have been hanging out a lot. He's fun to have around." You confirm Kyle's suspicion.

"Anyway. What were you and Roderick chatting about in the ring earlier?" You ask him.

"Just some stuff about me being back." Kyle shrugs. "He offered me a spot in your group, of course."

You watch Kyle smile over at Roddy and you have a sinking feeling in your chest.

"And you're joining us. Right, Kyle?" You turn to him.

Kyle looks down at you with those brown puppy dog eyes that you adore so much. "YN..." He rubs the back of his neck.

"Oh." You nod knowingly.

"YN," Kyle replies softly.

You shake your head and take a step back. "No, it's fine Kyle. Really." You insist. "I just need some air."

You step back again and exit the locker room. Kyle huffs and shakes his head, intending to let you let off some steam. But when he spots Matt head off to check on you, he realizes that standing idly by isn't an option.

"YN, are you okay?" Matt finds you out in the hallway looking upset.

"Matt?" You sniffle and look up from the floor. "Yeah, I'm okay." You lie.

Matt sets a comforting hand on your arm. "Are you sure? You look like you're about to cry." He informs you softly.

Kyle comes around the corner and hurries over to you. "YN! I'm sorry." He blurts out as he rushes across the hall. "Can we please talk about this for a minute?" He asks you.

You look at Matt who's obviously ready to tell Kyle to get lost if you need. He watches you carefully and you nod to signal he can leave.

Matt walks off and Kyle moves closer to you. "YN, really I'm so sorry. I didn't mean to upset you." He hugs you to his chest. "Just, hear me out please." He pleads with you.

"Okay." You reluctantly nod, not ready to give up Kyle so soon after he's come back to you.

Kyle lets you go from his hug and explains to you his desire for a solo run. You listen to him remind you about how he's always been with groups and chasing tag titles and how he wants to try it solo for a change. And you can't blame him.

"I get it, Kyle." You hang your head in shame for being so upset. "It's just..." You trail off a bit, unsure if you should confess your true feelings for one of your closest friends. "I just got you back, Kyle. I don't want to lose you again." You sniffle.

"Lose me?" Kyle replies. "YN, I love you! You could never lose me." He confesses. "Sure, I might be trying out this solo thing on screen. But that doesn't mean I'm going to stop being at your side outside of work." He attempts to quell your worries. "And Matt Taven can be your work buddy all he wants. But I'll always be your number one. Right?" He nudges your side playfully.

You sniffle again and crack a small smile in the corner of your mouth. "Just...don't leave again. Okay?" You hook your arms around his neck and hug him tightly again.

"I'm not going anywhere anytime soon." Kyle assures you and wraps his arms around you tightly. "Just promise me that you and Taven arent dating. Because making you happy is my job."

You giggle and lean back so you can look Kyle in the eyes. "Matt and I are just friends." You ease his worry. "You'll always have my heart, Kyle O'Reilly." You lean forward and peck his lips in a sweet but chaste kiss.

"Good. Because that's all I've ever wanted." Kyle flashes that adorable toothy grin at you and kisses your forehead.

[daddyhausen]

• day fifteen —sensory deprivation — kyle o’reilly •

.*•…………………..•⊹•…………………..•*.

.*•…………………..•⊹•…………………..•*.

{ warnings } — smut, 18+, { minors do not interact } fem!reader, reader, kyle o’reilly x fem!reader, sensory deprivation, restraints, gagging, blindfolds, fingering, squirting multiple orgasms, m + f orgasms, rough sex, unprotected sex, vaginal sex, penetrative sex, creampie

{ word count } — 616

{ genre } — smut

.*•…………………..•⊹•…………………..•*.

the blindfold masked your vision of him, the ball gag constricted your speech, only allowing muffled words to form around the plastic. his touch sent shivers against your skin, the sense heightened by the restriction of your sight and speech.

“does that feel good baby?” he questioned softly, gently running his fingers up your bare stomach, felt his cool breath grace the peaks of your hardened nipples. the sensation made your back arch with pleasure.

your wrist bound to the headboard, adding another layer to the sensory deprivation he provided. you wanted to touch him, run your fingers through his hair, pull on it also. but it was only a fleeting want. you could only mutter a muffled ”yes” against the gag, only hearing a gentle hum in response.

his fingertips were cold against your flesh, slowly dragging down your skin until he reached the mound of you sex, letting his index finger circle around your outer folds, lightly. you whimpered at the feeling, the sensation far more stronger than any you’d ever experienced.

“oh you like this, baby?” you nodded furiously in response. “i bet you’d feel so much better if i did this?”

he guided his finger through your slick folds, teasing your clit, slowly rubbing circles into the sensitive bundle of nerves, he noticed your breath become shallow, a heavy rise and fall in your chest, hips gentle bucking up against his finger. he could tell you craved more.

slowly, his finger left your clit, instead, he let two fingers explore your void, gently pumping in and out of your warmth. you moaned against the gag, only wishing to see the sight of him toy with you, his fingers fucking you, drawing your orgasm closer and closer.

“such a good girl, you like when i toy with your cunt huh?” he increased his speed, your stomach tightening, revelling at how sensitive you were when having to only rely on your limited senses.

your first orgasm of the night rushed over you, soaking his fingers, a mess made of the satin bed sheets below. he left you breathless, wanting more and more of him after that experience. the clatter of his belt ringing in your ears as he gathered the leather in his palm, lightly slapping your cunt with the strap, loving the way you jolted back in pleasure, your thighs shuddering in response.

he did it again, slightly harder this time, your whines resonated throughout the bedroom, body jolting in response, your slick cunt pulsating with want. he chuckled, throwing his belt to the side before removing the rest of his clothing. he teased your pussy with his tip, your wetness provided easy access for him, he slipped into your cunt, roughly beginning to fuck himself into you

“your pretty pussy takes my cock so well” he growled deep into your ear, holding a fealty grip onto the bedsheets below. “does it feel better knowing your can’t touch me baby, or that you can’t scream my name or even see how good i make you feel?”

you muffled a response against the gag, although he was not able to comprehend them, he knew you enjoyed his work. it didn’t take too long for your second orgasm to was over you, he left your body trembling, soaking his size as he continued to ruin you, your moans were loud, if you weren’t blindfolded you were sure he’d notice your tears of pleasure.

his release was quick, his hot seed filling you to the hilt, your walls painted white as he cock pulsed thinking inside your cunt. he pulled out, his cum seeping from your void onto the bedsheets below.

“you did so well baby”

.*•…………………..•⊹•…………………..•*.

[luvksj]

Yandere!Undisputed Era: Naughty Little Girl

author’s note: so... i suddenly got this idea listening to jamie’s ‘pity party’. it’s a really good song imo (in my opinion) and you should listen. she’s a korean solo artist who writes songs w positive messages about not comparing yourself to others or about loving yourself cause you’re a bad b*tch. periodt. 

some of my other fav songs atm include hwasa’s ‘maria’, nearly anything little mix, twice, the encanto soundtrack (esp ‘we don’t talk about bruno’ and ‘what else can i do?’) and mainly pop songs. BUT! i’m super hyped for BIGBANG’s comeback!!! ahhhh, i legit can’t wait and even though it’s bittersweet since top’s left YG, he’s still willing to participate in bigbang activites (dependent on his schedule)! 

also for further context, please pretend they’re ALL in aew right now. since adam’s currently feuding w/ hangman page and vying for the aew world championship. anyway... please enjoy this story and thank you so much for interacting w/ my stories. it really means the world to meh 😄. 

pov: ever since moving to aew, they’ve been neglecting you and you’ve had enough. so you decided to get payback by being a... very naughty girl. 

You couldn’t stand it any longer. 

Ever since coming to AEW, they’ve been treating you... differently. Treating you like a ghost... as if you don’t even exist and casting you to the shadows as they focused completely on ONE thing. Being draped in gold.

If it was just an occassional thing, then it wouldn’t bug you at all. However, this has been happening since they debuted in AEW. Cancelling dates, hang-outs -- even going as far as not seeing each other for days since they’d come back when you’d be asleep and leave before you’d wake up.

They spent nearly all their free time training. Every single spare second they had, they were at the gym -- training and working hard. You hated it. You wanted them to spend some time with you, even if it was just a short conversation in the hotel room. You just wanted to spend time with you. 

However, the longer this went on... the more frustrated you got. It had gotten to the point where they wouldn’t utter a word to you or barely utter any words to you. They were so enthralled in capturing gold, that they neglected their golden gem, the most precious gold they ever had. 

The breaking point for you was when they came home very late: exhausted, tired and frustrated. You were worried and tried asking them where they had been but they ignored you, promptly heading into their room and slammed the door in your face.

That was it. Your patience with them had just run out. 

Your naughty and bratty side had just awoken and it was out for blood. Metaphorically speaking. 

You wanted to get payback on them for how they treated you and the only way to do that was to ruin their chances at being ‘draped in gold’. They would never suspect this of you because after all you were their precious little gem. You wouldn’t dare do this to your daddies.

However, after what they put you through, you were feeling real naughty and rebellious. You knew that they had their championship matches coming up at Double or Nothing and that’s when you were going to strike. 

time skip 

The day had arrived and you were really nervous. They had left without you which made you happy rather than mad since it would give you extra time to go over the details of your plan. 

Bobby and Kyle had a tag-team championship match against Jungle Boy and Luchasaurus. Roderick had a match against Sammy Guevara for the TNT championship. Then, Adam would compete in the main event against Hangman Page for the AEW World Championship. 

You would wait until they were just about to win and then distract them. However... they wouldn’t know about it until Adam’s match. You didn’t want to flat-out reveal yourself right from the start otherwise the rest of your plan would fail so you decided to anonymously distract Bobby, Kyle and Roderick and reveal yourself during Adam’s match.

Quietly arriving, they were too busy preparing for their respective matches that they didn’t even realize you had arrived. You easily snuck past their locker room and arrived at Thunder Rosa’s locker room, she had allowed you to hide in her locker room after informing her of your ‘revenge’ plan. 

You successfully enacted 2/3 of your plan by anonymously distracting Bobby, Kyle and Roderick during their matches causing them to lose. They still remained clueless to the fact you were here and vowed that their mysterious attacker will reap the consequences. 

However, the final stage of your revenge plan was about to take place. And to make it a whole lot sweeter, Hangman Page was in on it. He overheard about it while you were talking to Rosa and offered his assistance which you gladly accepted. 

You were nicely dressed, wearing one of their favorite outfits. The AEW glam team kindly did your makeup and hair making you look even better. You were waiting for your cue, intently watching the monitor as Adam took on Hangman Page in an intense main event. 

Just as Adam was about to win, you went out in all your glory... confusing everyone. You smirked, confidently strutting down the runway towards the ring and jump up, standing behind the ropes as Adam approaches you, confused. Your smirk just grew with every step he took, confusing everyone even more. 

When he was close enough, you leaned forward and whispered, “Do I have your attention now?” That’s when Hangman Page came from behind, rolling him into the pin for the win. Everyone was flabbergasted, you just costed Adam his match and not just any match... a title match. 

You stare at him blankly as Hangman Page hurriedly rolls out of the ring, holding his title. The others came running out, surprised by your actions as you stood in front of them, no regret on your face as you said the same words to them as you said to Adam. “Do I have your attention now?”

That’s when it clicked in everyone’s head. You were the one who costed all of them their championship matches. It was you who distracted them. You were the mysterious attacker. Everyone’s faces morphed pure shock as the noise increased ten fold, stunned by the fact you did this to them. 

Hangman Page stood beside you, wearing an identical smirk as he holds up his title. They continue to stare at you in pure shock -- unable to believe you’ve done something like this and what everyone, including you, seemed to miss was the glint in their eyes which ignited their yandere personality. 

The following week on AEW, after avoiding them and rooming with Thunder Rosa, you went out and explained your actions. 

You ensured you didn’t leave anything out, giving everyone a thorough in-sight into the reasoning behind your decision of your actions last week at Double or Nothing. “Does everyone understand now?” you questioned, finishing your lengthy rant as chants of “YES!” filled the arena making you grin. 

Staring directly at the camera, you grinned mischievously, “So Adam, Kyle, Roderick and Bobby... do you understand? Do you understand why I did it? Why I costed you your title matches last week at Double or Nothing.” you started off. 

“Call me petty or bratty... I really don’t care. What happened last week is nothing more than a warning or a taste of what I’m capable of. And trust me, when I say... I’m not afraid to get dirty if that’s what it takes.” you threatened. “So the moral of the story is don’t mistreat me otherwise I’ll rain fucking hell on you. And that’s undisputed!” you stated, fans cheering at your reference.

Before you could leave, their music sounded. Anyone could tell just by their body language how pissed off they were but you knew them better than anyone and could easily see that they’re trying to control themselves to protect their image but with your behavior -- it’s really difficult.

Standing behind the ropes, one person on each side, staring a gaping hole through your skull. Eyes full of anger, annoyance, perhaps a little bit of amusement and a little spark of their yandere-ness. That little spark knocked your confidence slightly but you wouldn’t tell them that -- that’ll only boost their ego. 

“So Y/N... let me get this straight. You hated how we treated you and decide the only fair way to enact revenge is by costing us our championship matches. Is that right, baby?” Adam questioned you. You looked at him directly in the eyes, “Glad you can hear me now.” you responded sarcastically, earning a growl in return. 

Roderick spoke up, gaining your attention. “Well Y/N, we’re sorry for how we treated you. We understand that you were angry about our behaviour towards you and we apologize.” he started off. You knew there was more and waited, wearing a smirk. 

“But that does not give you the right to ruin our matches.” he declared as the others nod. “You betrayed us, Y/N. You costed us the titles to satisfy your pettiness and have acted like a brat ever since. And you know exactly what happens to brats, don’t you?” he rhetorically asked. 

Nodding, you answer his question, “They get punished, daddy.” But you weren’t finished there and leaned closer to him, almost whispering it so only they could hear it, “Hence why I punished you guys.” 

The fans went insane at your boldness while they struggled to contain their yandere side because you were really testing them now. “You see... you were acting like brats and decided that you needed to be punished. Don’t be mad, I just took a page out of your playbook.” you explained. 

Climbing through the ropes, Bobby yanks your hair as Kyle crouches down to meet your eyes. “You’ve done it now, princess. You won’t be able to even get out of bed once we’re through, you little slut.” he whispered the last part for obvious reasons. 

Grinning, I flip them the bird, “And guess what? I don’t fucking care. So, you four horny fuckers can kiss my ass.” you retorted earning a harsh hair pull from Bobby in return. 

“So daddies, answer my question. Do I have your attention?” you demanded as Adam nodded. “Yes you do and you’re gonna regret it.” 

Were you in pain? Absolutely.

Were you going to be bed-ridden for weeks? Yes. 

But did you regret it? Did you regret what you did? Nope. Not one bit.

And would you ever do this again? Would you ever act this bratty again? The answer was simple: Abso-fucking-lutely. In a damn heartbeat. 

[of-twilight-and-moonshadow]

Never Should Have Let You Go - Adam Cole x Reader PART 3

Ya’ll– I dunno if I’m ready for KOR VS Cole. Like– I wanna see it, but at the same time, I dont. Ya know?

PLUS– we saw how Roddy was uncertain after. How’s BOBBY gonna freakin’ respond? KOR is his teammate, has been for a while. I have a feeling he’s not gonna be okay with what Adam done 2-10-2021

Anyway, enjoy this in the meantime.

If you want added to the tag list, let me know!

TAG LIST

@shedevil22 @amourseculier @wwequeenbeesblog @regalbanshee

——–

It’s now First Person POV ;) Except the Bonus Scene at the End

Y/N/N = Your Nick Name Y/N = Your Name

Part One - Part Two - Part Four

(divider)

“A-Adam?”

I couldn’t believe my eyes. Standing there, not even fifteen feet away, was the one boy that I have always loved. Except he wasn’t a boy anymore—he was a man now. The most handsome, breathtaking—

“Stop it—get a hold of yourself—” I scolded myself, taking a clearing breath and refocusing on Adam.

“H-hey,” he gave a soft smirk, reaching up to rub the back of his neck self-consciously.

“My God, his voice—” I felt my knees tremble slightly, before realizing he was still talking.

“—been awhile. Honestly… I’m surprised to see you again. I-I tried to call, but the number—”

I couldn’t help my actions—he looked so uncertain, scared even. Racing up to Adam, I wrapped my arms around him in a hug, not even thinking about where we were– or what we were. It took him by surprise only for a split second- before I felt his arms wrap around me, holding me closer to his body. I could feel the muscles in his arms flex as he held me, and a relieved sigh left his body.

Standing here—with him—being in his arms. It felt right.  

After what felt like forever—but still not long enough—a soft, forced cough came from behind Adam. He and I gave soft chuckles, glancing up at each other sheepishly but without any regret towards our actions. I looked over his shoulder and saw his two—rather famous– friends standing behind him, smirks on their faces.

“Sorry to interrupt,” Bobby chuckled as Kyle threw the two of them a sightly shy smile.

“Uh, it’s—it’s good,” Adam shook his head with a smile of his own, smiling down at me with those baby blues that I fell in love with back in high school,” Y/N/N—these are two of my closest friends—Bob—”

“Bobby Fish and Kyle O’Reilly, I know,” I nodded my head, much to Adam’s surprise,” The two of you are a very fun team to watch.”

The three of them looked a bit surprise, especially Adam—which took me by surprise in return.

“What?”

“Y-you watch Ring of Honor?”

“Of course I do,” I laughed, gently reaching out and placing my hand on his forearm,” I told you then—Adam Cole. You will always— always, have a fan.”

His face turned up in a smile- as he remembered the words I spoke to him the last day we were face to face. The day we broke up—that I deemed it more important for him to chase his dream.

“Well—it’s nice to finally meet you,” Bobby smiled, holding his hand out for me to shake; I accepted as Kyle gave me a reassuring smile of his own.

“It’s good to see you again—been awhile,” Kyle told me.

“Yeah—what, almost eight years? Last time I saw you, there was none of this,” I joked, gesturing to the scruff on the side of his face.

All three of them laughed at that, before a customer stopped a few feet away.

“Excuse me—where’s the bar soap?”

“Aisle eighteen—bottom shelf near the back end of the aisle. If you find the body wash, it’s right underneath of it,” I smiled to the customer- before they gave a nod and walked off in that direction.

“I—I should let you go… you’re working,” Adam frowned, before giving me a smirk,” I don’t want to get the Store Manager in any trouble.”

“How do you—oh God. You saw that earlier?”

“Saw it, loved it,” Adam laughed,” You were great.”

“There were little animated hearts in his eyes after,” Bobby tossed in, causing me to laugh as well.

“Whatever man,” Adam scoffed, rolling his eyes as he crossed his arms before returning his attention to me,” Anyway, like I said—I’ll let you get back to work.”

“Well… I mean—if you have things to do…” I shrugged, not really wanting him to leave just yet,” Otherwise… I mean… I’ve always been good at multitasking. You could… follow me around… we could talk…”

I didn’t miss the way his eyes lit up in excitement, obviously not wanting to leave just yet either.

“Yeah—Yeah, I could definitely,” Adam nodded, smiling ear to ear, before remembering his two friends just five feet away,” Uh, I—”

“It’s cool man—I mean, we were just here to keep you company while you shopped for your stuff,” Kyle smirked.

“We’ll just catch up with you at the PC tomorrow,” Bobby shrugged.

“You guys sure? I didn’t mean to interrupt guy time or anything,” I frowned.

“Nah, you’re fine,” Bobby shook his head with a smile,” Every day we’re at the PC or the arena is Guy Time.”

“However– Y/N time is long overdue,” Kyle joked, causing both Adam and I to noticeably blush.

“Agreed—so, what do you say kid. Shall we get out of here, leave these other two kids alone?”

“Sounds good. I mean—they can’t get into too much trouble in a public store… right?”

“Should be okay,” Bobby shrugged to Kyle, before sending a wink to Adam,” No funny business young man.”

I gave a soft snort of amusement as I watched these three interact.

“Just don’t forget to buy your stuff man,” Kyle reminded Adam,” Catch ya later Y/N.”

“It was good meeting you,” Bobby sent me a nod.

“You as well Bobby—bye Kyle,” I waved to them as they walked off, before noticing the cart they had left.

“Please tell me that’s your cart—and not a cart some other customer decided to just abandon?”

“Hmm?” Adam questioned, before noticing his cart and smiling to me,” Nah, that’s mine. I’ll actually go pay for it real quick and take it out to my car. Maybe… after—I’ll come back in and find you?”

He gave me a mischievous, flirty smirk- causing butterflies to flutter in my stomach once more.

“What’ll you do when you find me—if you do, in fact, come back in and look?” I shot back, just as flirtatious. I saw his eyes darken slightly, before he looked down at the floor and licked his lips, slightly biting down on his tongue as he done so.

“Bobby’s not been gone for even five minutes and we’re already misbehaving,” Adam chuckled.

“Right- Right. Sorry,” I apologized, rubbing my arm self-consciously.

“S’all good,” Adam shook his head with a smile,” Anyway—I’ll be right back.”

“I—I’ll be here.”

Before Adam walked over to his cart, he slowly reached out a hand- caressing the side of my face tenderly. As I felt his skin touch my own, my eyes fluttered shut and I leaned into his touch.  I could feel him walk closer to me, and I knew what was coming, until—

“Ma’am—can you help me? I need something that’s pushed near the back.”

I felt the breathy chuckle Adam gave hit my face before he pulled back.

“Y-yeah,” I nodded, still a bit dazed from the almost-kiss,” I’ll follow you.”

With one last look to Adam, I followed the customer through the store—hoping with every fiber that Adam would come back in. Maybe, just maybe—it wasn’t too late for us.

BONUS SCENE

Kyle and Bobby walked out of the Dollar store, leaving behind Adam to catch up with Y/N. They knew it would be a while before Adam left—all he had seemingly talked about for the better part of seven years was Y/N.

As they approached their car, they both stopped at their respective door- looking over top the metal at each other.

“When he went up to her—that split second between him calling out to her and them hugging…. Did you…”

“Hold my breath?” Bobby guessed,” Yeah—don’t think I breathed again until he had her in his arms. Thought for a split second when she raced towards him that, maybe—”

“She was going for an attack? Same man,” Kyle chuckled, causing a laugh from Bobby in return; when it died out, Kyle looked towards the brick building,” You think he’ll be okay?”

“All we can do is hope so. They seemed to be okay…”

“Yeah…”

[sweetdreamhellofanight]

This Is Not A Date

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

You’d been on worse dates, you thought. 

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Finally, you both sighed. 

“This isn’t going well,” he said. 

“Nope.” 

He tried to smile, 

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

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

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

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

You shrugged, 

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

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

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

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

You both stared at each other, 

“So...now what?” he asked. 

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

“Please.” 

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

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

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

You leaned your head back and thought for a moment, 

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

He laughed as he turned the car on, 

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

***

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

You smiled, 

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

“Definitely not,” he replied. 

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“I appreciate it.” 

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

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

“I got you,” he said, with a wink. 

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

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

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

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

“Damn you, Bobby,” you said. 

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

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

“I’m not in love with you,” he said. 

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

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

You nearly choked on your bite from laughing, 

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

“Yeah, that’s what I said, Denmark!” 

You rolled your eyes, 

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

“Mmm, no I think you are,” he said. 

You shook your head, 

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

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

You smiled at the ground. 

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

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

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

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

He shrugged, 

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

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

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

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

After a while, Kyle sighed loudly, 

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

You nodded, 

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

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

***

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

You weren’t ready for the night to end. 

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

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

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

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

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

He feigned shock, 

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

You nodded, 

“I did too,” you said. 

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

“We weren’t?” you asked, quietly. 

He shrugged. 

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

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

“Exactly.” 

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

“For science, obviously,” he replied. 

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

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

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

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