#nxt lemons

[mokuba]

finally had my surgery yest after needing to put it off for the last yr n a half n honestly i feel so much better than i did after my last one?? which is wild bc this one was essentially three major procedures in one :”)

here’s hopin this was truly my final time goin under the knife 🙌🏻

[judgementdaysunshine]

Spice

Pairing: Bayley x Fem reader x Becky Lynch

Description: The girls never truly understand your love for spices but they always add it to your food

Becky laughs seeing you eat a bowl of soup with chilli peppers sprinkled over it as Bayley sits beside you eating a sandwich shaking her head at your need and love for spice in food. You had been friends with both women having been in NXT together before being drafted to WWE where the feelings grew until the three of you finally went out and had dinner leading to more dates on the road between matches only made the three of you fall for each other more and get together smiling sweetly at the memories four years back as you feel the sensation of the peppers hitting your tongue eating bread in between sips of soup which adds more to the flavor until the soup was gone giggling at their faces "How can you handle eating spices so much?" you drink soda before taking your bowl and cleaning it before sitting back on the couch as the three of you watch episodes of The office "I always remember liking things that had an extra kick and gives people a sense of unease, I was sucking on limes and lemons when other kids would be eating strawberries or apples, I loved garlic for as long as I can remember and when I started cooking with grandma and aunt I experimented with flavors and spices had always caught my eye so once I started making or adding them to foods I was hooked" the next time you made rice and shrimp adding garlic, a small amount of paprika, and ginger which blows them as they eat "I can't believe you put all those spices in there but none over powers each other you gotta do that more often when you cook". Overtime you added more spices to the food you cooked for them even adding a small game of having them guess spices by the taste so they could know what spices you liked and what they were leading to them developing a small like for spices no where near your love for them but they always enjoyed and appreciated when you would add some to their sandwiches, soups, or anything you made for their lunches on the road for flavor always having you use certain ones even having you squeeze lemons or limes in their drinks to add the slight kick and sourness to water, juice, or energy drinks occasionally sucking on the lemons and limes before their matches which became a small tradition not only to add extra energy but also to tell you that they loved you and would make you proud when you weren't backstage with them.

[nomeniko]

hiii hi hello erm erm 9 and 21 for artist asks game :,3

CHIBIII STRIKES BACK HI HELLO thank u sm :33333333

9. whats something you always come back to when drawing?

lowk cant figure out what this means

if the question means what i redo in a drawing the most, then id say prob hair!! its the one part of a drawing that i think u cant practice thru studies alone (compared to smth like anatomy or hands and feet), so u have to completely rely on ur own expertise over ur style to get hair to look the way u want. its also the one defining trait of most characters lol,, id want for whoever i draw to be recognizable at the v least

in general i dont like redoing parts of my drawing… do something like that enough times and you start to get stuck in ur comfort zone. the goal is to leave parts i hate as they are as much as possible

if the question means what i look to to help while drawing then i usually have pics of art right nxt to me, whether its art of others or my own. it helps w somewhat getting me into the zone of moving my pen, esp when i have little to no initial sketch to refer to. its v easy to lose form in my lines otherwise

21. what do you think your artstyle would taste like?

the first thing i thought of were sugar cookies!! imagine the type that r slightly stiff and crumbly. i think itll be slightly sour also (lemon drop)

i have no justification!! jus popped into my mind

[himbos-hotline]

Don't know if this will help take your mind off stuff, but i found some fun questions and answered them for Emmie, i would love to know the answers about Jay and see the differences :)

- What would it take for them to betray the person they love?

A lot, when Emmie loves it is a for life, no matter what you do type deal. She can be a bit overbearing, so maybe if she thought it would be better for them, she might go ahead and do it.

- Do they have a comfort food?

Absolutely, this girl is a Nandos feind when she's sad, Lemon and Herb pitta, mozzarella sticks and Peri Peri chips.

- What color would they paint their nails?

Always blue, she switches up the shade occasionally. When Kota is stressed she gets him to do french tips and stuff to take his mind off whatever it is lmao.

- How indecisive are they?

Not very, and she doesn't tend to second guess unless someone tells her too, she mostly sticks to her decisions and she can be a bit stubborn about it.

- Is there anyone that they currently aren’t speaking to? Why?

Well apart from her family, she is currently avoiding Hangman like the Plague, cause in his last Cleaner moment, Kenny brought up the fact that she calls the Bucks her uncles and not Hanger (its because he has too much sad puppy energy) and now she feels bad and cant look him in the eye.

- What is their ideal sleeping situation?

Puppy pile, wrapped around all the people she loves, death grip so they cant escape. White noise ON. Background light OFF. She sleeps like the Dead, short of a fire this woman is not moving for at least 8 hours.

- What would it take for them to betray the person they love?

Jay isnt one for betrayal. it would and does take manipulation. Jay and cole have known each other since CZW, when Jay was so bright eyed and ready for medical school and then when he left czw, she slowly stopped talking to cole. Not by choice by because Jay struggles pretty badly with addiction and ends up having a breakdown, which leads her to leave Chicago again to go back to regal for help which leads her to NXT and meeing cole and again and when they do cole is understandably upset, but the coversation goes kinda like "you said you wouldnt leave me!" "I..I got sick..." and coles face just kinda falls in understanding and hugs Jay close but jericho gets one of their mutual shared friends to kinda manipulate cole into turning on Jay, which eventually leads to Jay leaving wwe to go to aew and the JAS

- Do they have a comfort food?

pasta with bacon. and seaweed

- Is there anyone that they currently aren’t speaking to? Why?

Jericho. Because Jay is a person of taste and smarts. Also kota but for no malicious reason- Jay just cant speak japanese really well and Kenny isnt about to help translate and Jay gets awkward asking about what their stepdads saying to them

- What is their ideal sleeping situation?

with all his partners. with cole adn her nightlight on and kenny with his eyemask and hanger and wheeler curled up and Jay just surrounded by them

[eitmonline]

EITM Playlist 6/28/23

Taking Back Sunday - The One | 6:12

WWE - Melo Don’t Miss | 6:28

Noel Gallagher’s High Flying Birds - Council Skies | 6:33

Foo Fighters - Nothing At All | 7:03

Inhaler - Just To Keep You Satisfied | 7:28

The Osborne Brothers - Rocky Top | 7:58

Jason Mraz - Feel Good Too | 8:05

AJ Smith - We All Got Friends | 8:35

Alice Merton - Charlie Brown | 9:05

SMITH - Lemon | 9:32

Polaris - Hypermania | 9:44

Carly Rae Jepsen - Shy Boy | 9:49

Billy Joel - We Didn’t Start The Fire | 10:15

Fall Out Boy - We Didn’t The Start Fire | 10:18

“Weird Al” Yankovic - Ode To A Superhero | 10:43

The Revivalists - Good Old Days | 11:03

[helplessly-nonstop]

Sucker for Pain(A. Black smut)

I’ve just been on an Aleister kick as of lately so here we go again with my favorite fuckery. It’s a smut where the reader is intentionally being a brat.

WC: 2426 words, no plot really

Warnings(oh boy, so many) smut, MxF sex, wax play, bondage, spanking, use of a riding crop, use of blindfold, D/s relationship (sir/darling in Danish) premeditated brattiness, slight orgasm denial, coming in reader, I think that’s it

I watched, intrigued, as Aleister entered the house, and I continued putting away the pizza that I ordered as my dinner then greeted,”Hey baby, how was work this week?” His head snapped up and just by the look in his eyes, I knew that the week didn’t go well.

He dug into the small box that I made into sort of a catch all then pulled his wedding band out, slipping it back on as he began recounting what happened during his work week, “Let me count the ways. First, I had a meeting with the McMahons and they told me that I needed to calm down with my heel tendencies.”

“Well you have been being a bit bigger dick to everyone more on-screen lately.” I chimed offhandedly, shutting the fridge door. He raised an eyebrow at me, as if he was insulted at my cutting in, but continued talking nonetheless, “Then Baron cancelled the trip to Boston for the concert that we were supposed to go to because his wife misses him, which is completely understandable-“

“Yes, well, I’m sure you’ll find a concert closer to home to go to. You two always manage to.” I murmured, petting Totty as he passed me by the counter. His lips twitched to the side and said, ”You’re being awfully.. how to put this- ah yes, chatty.” I gave a small, sheepish smile and waved him on to continue as we entered the bedroom, Aleister toeing off his shoes as he moved on to his next problem,”Then, Gargano told me that they were moving the Superstar Shakeup back later in the year, which will-“

“Fuck up the travel schedule and I know you hate when that happens, love.”

“If you interrupt me one more time, I swear to God, I’m going to make you regret it.” Aleister warned, his blue eyes flickering with something familiar in the look. My fingers twitched against the door and I licked my lips at his threat, tempted to bother him once more, then watched as he pulled his loose tie from underneath his collar, snapping it taut. I bit down on my bottom lip and stared intently as he twisted the tie in his hands, warning, “If you keep up with this little.. act, my dear, you will not like the consequences.”

I inched a little closer into the room, shutting the door behind me to prevent Totty from entering, then said,”I’m sorry, Aleister, I’m just not sure as to what you mean.” He draped the tie on the back of the chair that he was standing behind then unbuttoned the first three buttons to his dress shirt, popping the collar upwards. I stared at the tattoos peeking past the somewhat open shirt and I met his gaze, just as he licked his lips and quirked an eyebrow.

“Is that so? You’re telling me that you’re not intentionally being a little brat, in hopes that I might punish you, my love?” I stepped to him, tilting my head up to kiss at his throat, then murmured,”No, of course not, Aleister. You know that I would never be intentionally bratty. Especially when you’ve had such a long and hard week.” He ran his fingers through my hair briefly then grabbed a fistful of the stands, pulling backwards to expose my throat in return.

“You, lovely, are a liar. I know that you’re being a brat on purpose. When you text out your weekend plans to Candice, be sure that you’re sending it to her and not me.” I gasped and yanked out my phone, muttering,”No, no, please tell me that I didn’t- I did.”

There, staring me in the face, was my message that was supposed to go to Candice, aka My Killer Queen in my phone. Instead, I was sent my message,”I’m going to be a brat to Aleister so he will punish me this weekend.”to My King Patient. No wonder my best friend hasn’t texted me back. I flickered my eyes up towards him then he plucked my phone from my half limp hand, turning off the screen, before he set it on the desk.

“I was going to be gentle on you since I figured that you weren’t doing this intentionally. However, since this is premeditated, I think I need to do a… bit harder punishment than we usually do.” I could feel my eyes practically sparkle at his words then he pulled me in by my waist, asking, “Are you sure about this?” I nodded and he cupped my jaw, ordering,”You know better than that. Words, my lieverd.” Darling, possibly my favorite endearment when we played.

“Yes, Mijnheer.” Sir, something that I was instructed to call him almost always in the bedroom. He gave a nod then grabbed his tie, waving his hand towards the bed, and stated,”Go lay down, lieverd, so I can decide on what your punishment will be.” I did as he asked, shedding my clothes, minus my panties.

He gave a satisfied nod and tied my hands above my head with the silk ropes that we keep in the bedside dresser then blindfolded me with his tie, leaving me somewhat relaxed against the mound of pillows at the headboards. Aleister tsked at me and murmured,”I sincerely wished you would have told me that you wanted to play this weekend instead of acting like this.”

“I’m sorry, Mijnheer. I just didn’t know how to bring it up.” He slapped my thigh and bit out,”Don’t lie to me, lieverd. You know exactly how to bring it up but you wanted to push me until I snapped. And now, here we are.” I gave a small, defeated sigh and admitted in a small voice,”I’m so sorry, Mijnheer.” With a quiet chuckle, I heard the hiss of a match striking then he said,”You may be sorry now… but you’re really going to regret your series of choices afterwards.” He blew out the flame of the match then he murmured,”Such pretty skin. Truly, I hate to do this, but I know that you won’t learn if I don’t do it. Breathe, little one. I won’t hurt you… too much.”

With his final words, hot liquid dribbled onto my shoulder and I hissed at the heat, then gasped as the wax began to harden, almost suctioning to my skin. We had only experimented with wax play three times before this and Aleister was always careful where he put the wax. He chuckled as I fidgeted against my restraints then he pressed a hand to the knot holding me to the headboard, before he warned,”Stay still or I’ll bind your legs as well.”

I froze at his threat then relaxed as he murmured, ”That’s my good little lieverd. Just… relax.” He allowed the next few droplets to claim a place on my collarbone, slowly moving in closer. I bit my lip, knowing that I was supposed to make noise, then tilted my head backwards as he slapped my thigh again, followed by a trickle of the wax on the light mark he left.

“You’re being awfully defiant today. Do you want me to bring out the crop and show you why you shouldn’t be a brat to me?” Aleister asked, tone wavering between his calm and the irritation creeping upwards. I licked my lips and he gripped my other thigh in warning, growling out,”Is that what you want, little one? You want me to spank you with the crop until you’re begging for me to stop?”

“Whatever you see fit as my punishment, Mijnheer.” I responded, knowing exactly how to bait him into giving me what I want. He drew in a breath then dribbled wax over both of my nipples, forcing a soft cry from my mouth. He gave a small laugh and asked,”Aww, did that hurt?”

“You know damn well that it did.” I bit out then sunk my teeth into my lip to prevent anything else from slipping out. He paused and set the candle back down on the dresser, blowing out the flame, then he said, “So that is how you want to play? Right then, little one, be careful what you want.” He twisted me onto my front and hissed in my ear, ”You’re really pushing me, my lovely. But I’m about to show you why you shouldn’t test me.”

Aleister pressed his chest to my back and I could tell that he still wore his dress shirt but it was fully unbuttoned, hanging around his shoulders, and his slacks brushed against my thighs. He kissed at my neck, trying to put my mind at ease, then I felt the leather crop slide up my thigh and he pulled away, leaving me trembling with the anticipation and prickle of fear resounding in my body.

“Naughty lieverd. Ah well, time to teach you a lesson.” He flicked his wrist and the crop claimed a spot on the left cheek of my ass,but I didn’t give him the satisfaction of a sound. He traced the shape of my bottom with the crop then asked, “Still not giving in? Don’t worry, I’ll make you submit, brat.” Aleister had infinite patience and that was always something that drew my punishments longer than I was used to.

He used the crop on both my ass and upper thighs until I was sobbing, begging for his acceptance of my apology,”I’m so sorry, Mijnheer, so sorry! I shouldn’t have tested you like this! Please forgive me! So sorry, I’ll never do it again!” He allowed the crop to dance over my skin as he debated on whether my apology was good enough, then he delivered one final hit: right between my thigh, managing to catch my clit. I fell from my knees with a scream, attempting to curl upwards, then he unbound my hands but didn’t take away my blindfold.

“Please, Sir, may I take off the blindfold? I want to see you, please?” I murmured, fingers twitching against his thighs as he pulled me into his lap. He kissed at my throat, occasionally leaving a hickey wherever he pleased, then asked, “Are you going to be good for me, little darling?” I gave a nod then murmured,”Yes, I will be good. Please, Mijnheer, I just want to see you.” I felt him loosen the tie and I blinked a few times after he pulled away, trying to regain my vision.

“There is my beautiful girl. Now are you ready for my cock, lieverd?” I stared down at his dick straining against the material of his slacks then asked in a soft voice,”Would it be alright if I undressed you first?” He gave a small laugh then nodded his approval, watching with intrigued eyes as I pushed the shirt off his shirt, dragging my nails gently through the hair speckled across his chest, and I occasionally traced a tattoo before moving further down. I paused at his waistband and looked up for his approval, receiving a nod in return. I unbuttoned the dress pants and drug the zipper downwards before I inched the slacks down over his thighs then yanked them off.

Aleister smiled down at me then pulled me upwards, causing me to gasp as I settled against his dick, rocking gently. He gripped my hips then stroked his cock, pressing it to my cunt, and questioned,”Are you ready for me, my love?” I gave a quick nod, answering,”Yes, I am, please just fuck me!” With a smirk only Aleister could pull off, he slammed me downwards, my hips rocking immediately for more friction.

He groaned as I did so then I sucked a hickey on his shoulder, knowing that I couldn’t put marks on his neck or anywhere on his chest. He tangled his hand in my hair then used his free hand to guide me back and forth, fucking me even though I was on top. He pulled me closer then I accepted his kiss, mimicking his nibbles and licks, before he asked,”So, did you get what you wanted, little one?”

“Not quite, Mijnheer, I still haven’t been able to come on your cock.” I replied, giving a small smile. He chuckled and he rolled the two of us, landing me on my back before stating,”Well, I suppose that I could remedy that.” He rolled his hips into mine then pressed his thumb to my clit.

“All you had to do was ask politely.” I bit my lip at his statement and murmured,”Please, Aleister, please make me come!” He gave a sharp thrust and rubbed against the spot that made me melt against him. He pressed loosely against my throat then asked,”Is that what you truly want, my lieverd? You want to come on my cock? Am I allowed to come in your cunt in return?” At this point, I had no shame and I knew damn good and well that the only thing that I wanted more than my orgasm was Aleister filling me until he couldn’t anymore.

“Good, little one. That’s very good because I am going to come in you until I can’t anymore.”he informed me, rolling circles into my clit harder. I gasped for air, not because of his hand on my throat- oh no- but the pleasure that was consuming me from the inside out. I rutted against him, skin slapping against skin, then he ordered, ”Come. Come now or you won’t be coming anymore tonight.”

I screamed wordlessly as I began to come and his pace changed when he joined me on cloud nine. He lifted his head from the crook of my neck after we basked in our post orgasms glow then he asked,”Are you alright, my love?” I gave a timid nod and murmured,”So alright. Thank you, Mijnheer.”

“Mm, you’re very welcome, darling. I will go grab something to clean us up with.” I nodded in thanks, cuddling into my pillow when he began to wipe away the combined fluids from both of our thighs.

“Well, it’s a good thing I’m on the pill.” He laughed in response and kissed me before he placed the dirty item in the laundry basket then joined me on the bed, wrapping the two of us under the comforter.

“Thank you for playing with me, my love.” I cuddled into his chest and murmured in return, ”Thank you for indulging my ridiculous attitude when you came home.”

[ghulehdew]

me: oh boy! i sure do hope breezango win! :)

narrator: tumblr user pinkmoxley appeared to be living a vicious cycle of delusions of grandeur, hoping against hope for things that would simply never happen

[kyleoreillysknee]

Kinktober: Service Top Kyle

Pairing: Kyle O'Reilly x OFC (Amanda)

Warnings: Smut

Word Count: 1,684

A particularly grueling day left Amanda’s arms infused with lead and her feet replaced with cinder blocks. By the time she dragged herself home, she could only crumple onto their bed face first and groan out something closer to the death rattle than human speech. Kyle entered the bedroom, ruffling his damp hair with a towel about to lament that he was long overdue for a haircut before he caught sight of Amanda doing her best impression of a corpse. The bed dipped with his weight and he chuckled when she slapped a hand out from under her and made a grabbing motion. His fingers naturally laced with hers as he leaned over her to nudge her head to the side with his cheek. She let out another groaning grumbling whining noise and huffed some of her hair away from her mouth. Kyle settled for lifting the back of the hand he was holding and pressing a kiss to it while using his free hand to excavate Amanda’s face. To show thanks, she mumbled gibberish.

“Could the zombie controlling her body give me my girlfriend back please?” Kyle teased with a boyish grin as he reached out to gently start pushing Amanda onto her back.

“She’s dead,” Amanda huffed with melodramatic flair, keeping her eyes closed as she limply let Kyle maneuver her however he pleased.

“That’s a shame. I quite liked her.” As he spoke, Kyle shifted on the bed to take her feet into his lap, took off her socks, and began massaging her legs. The banter died as Amanda became capable of only humming in delight. His large hands made quick progress up her legs, magically able to seek and destroy all the knots of tension until Amanda was rendered a purring puddle of contentment. Kyle grinned, extremely satisfied with his work, and moved on top of her, shifting her thighs to box his torso. 

“There you are,” He framed her face with his hands before dropping down to press a quick kiss to her cheek.

Amanda let out a pleased whine, eyes still closed, before puckering her lips like a fish and making kissy noises. Kyle burst out laughing at the sight and she languidly cracked open one eye to grin back at him as he lowered himself once more. They manage to kiss through each other's smiles and with a tilt of his head the kiss ebbed into something more heated. Amanda reached up to loop her arms around his neck but Kyle caught her wrists and slowly moved them until he had her pinned to the bed with her hands above her head held down with one of his hands. She let out a low moan as Kyle brushed her bottom lip with his tongue before catching it between his teeth and gently nibbled it. By the time he pulled away to let them breathe, Amanda was writhing against him seeking any amount of friction to distract her from the sheer amount of arousal coursing through her. Looking up at Kyle didn't help as his brown eyes were completely blown out, appearing almost black, and he was staring at her like she was a meal he didn't know where to start with.

"These stay here," he rumbled, giving her pinned wrists a gentle squeeze before lifting his hand in order to slip it under her shirt.

"You're so beautiful," he mumbled softly to himself as he drank in the sight of her barely trembling, barely able to keep herself in check and he has only just started. He felt her thighs squeeze against his hips every so often and he flashed a knowing smirk just as his fingertips brushed against the underside of her bra. He deftly pushed her shirt over her chest and snuck his hand behind her back to undo the bra clasp in record time then pushed her bra up and off her breasts. Amanda kept her gaze on his face as his eyes dropped and his tongue peeked out to wet his lips.

"Touch me," she whispered, already breathless despite him not doing anything, Kyle's eyes flicked back to her face and he raised an eyebrow expectantly and she hurried to add, "please?"

He gave a little nod and smile, shifting so he could trail a mix of wet kisses and soft bites along the curve of her ribcage as a hand cupped her breast, his thumb ghosting over her peaked nipple. She gave little gasps and choked out moans that went straight to his cock and as he kissed his way up her sternum he pressed himself down against the bed to keep himself in check. His fingers occupied themselves by toying with her nipple as his mouth covered the other, using his tongue tip to trace around it before gently sucking and using his teeth to tug on the bud. The noises she was making now almost had him lose his composure and rush things but he knew a little patience was going to be worth it. 

As he was moving to attend equal attention to her other breast she gasped out, "Kyle, I need you-" a moan interrupted her begging as he nipped the inside flesh of her chest. 

"I know what you need." He all but growled firmly before taking her neglected nipple into his mouth. Amanda was writhing against him, rolling her hips against nothing out of desperation but she made sure to keep her wrists firmly above her head. She wanted to touch him, run her hands through his hair, drag her nails across his scalp and down to his shoulders, but she knew there would be consequences to breaking his rules. Delicious consequences but she didn't need further punishment after her day, they both knew that.

Kyle lifted off her body, discarding his shirt before he focused on getting her out of her pants. As he hooked his fingers under the waistbands, he locked eyes with her and they both held their breath for a moment as a wave of electric longing surged between them. The tension fizzled when her pants became tangled around her ankles and refused to come away smoothly. Kyle chuckled as he yanked one leg free while she giggled and kicked until her pants were flung off into some corner to be forgotten. His pants came off with little effort but much to her disappointment the boxer briefs stayed on. 

He reached up to poke at her pouting bottom lip with a grin, “use your words.”

“Please?” Amanda tried but was answered by Kyle shaking his head while his fingers trailed down her chin to her throat, past her collarbones, over her stomach to settle on tracing along her hip bones.

“T-take off your boxers,” her voice caught in her throat as his fingers moved to her sex, “please.” It came out weak as Kyle swiped along her folds before straightening. He made a bit of a show of licking his fingers clean while his other hand tugged down his underwear. He didn’t give her a lot of time to drink in the view as he surged forward, covering her body with his. A hand moved down her thigh, fingers digging in and leaving scorching trails before taking hold of her knee and urging her to hook her legs behind the small of his back. The other hand slid up the bed until he reached her hand that was twisting the sheets in anticipation, threading their fingers together after he coaxed the fabric from her grasp. Kyle bit down on his lip to stifle his noises as he slid into her and she let out a truly satisfied moan that made it damn near impossible to keep his composure.

Once completely inside, he pressed his forehead to hers and waited until the sharp edge of bliss dulled enough to let her open her eyes. He felt one of her heels dig into his back and breathlessly chuckled at her impatience but got the hint nonetheless. Maintaining eye contact added a level of difficulty to rolling his hips as she felt positively divine it was almost overwhelming. He knew he was doing something right as she was making these little whines and gasps that drew out a growl in response from him. He felt her nails sink into his shoulder and his hips snapped forward automatically, ignoring the fact that she was breaking the rules. Her grip on his hand became lax as she was bombarded by too much at once when he picked up the pace, dropping his head to nuzzle into the curve of her neck and letting his teeth glide across the delicate flesh. She dissolved into a series of babbled pleas and his name repeated like a broken prayer. That veneer of control rapidly crumbling, he reached down with his spare hand and held her hip, adjusting the angle ever so slightly. He grinned into her shoulder as the action forced a short screech from her that descended into a string of curses. 

The only warning he had was his name choked out and her nails clawing up his back. Amanda’s body arched up and she seemed suspended in time before collapsing into a series of spasms that drew him to orgasm with her. Kyle cut off his shout by biting down on his lip, surging his hips into her one last time and forcing his arm to vibrate with the strain of supporting his entire weight. After the wave of euphoria washed over them, he made sure to topple beside her and hissed as they came apart. With their fingers still laced together, he drew her closer and peppered her face with kisses until she was giggling.

“You should go to the bathroom,” he mumbled before sitting up and searching the room for where the hell he tossed his underwear.

“When I can feel my legs,” Amanda replied sleepily, wearing a cat like grin and stretching out across the bed. She burst out laughing when she caught sight of Kyle fist pumping with his boxers in his hand.

[sasster]

Well either way because you ARE one of my favoritest grampas I have a gift for you!!

[sits down a box of lemon hibiscus tea]

its one of my favs so i hope u enjoy it :3 !!

>Did you want him to smile? Okay, because he is smiling! He is delighted, actually, that you brought him this gift.

>(He's not the only one happy with you, timeline jumper <3)

Xh, that's very kind xf yxu. Yxu did nxt have tx get me anything, I will make sure tx give it a try sxxn.

[kym-truestory]

The prediction after I type “Ashton’s” is lemon tree...Ashton’s lemon tree

Love south, Luke left, & that’s basically how it ended...now we wait for nxt time😬

[mokuba]

I finished ff7r in record time and boy when I tell you I would d*e for cloud strife I mean it w/my entire heart and soul

[judgementdaysunshine]

Candy grapes

Pairing: Carmelo Hayes x Fem reader

Description: You find and fall into a slight addiction to cotton candy grapes and melo cannot help but kiss you after you eat them

Curiosity fills you as you shop in the grocery store seeing a bag of cotton candy grapes deciding to get a bag and try them before finishing the last bit of shopping before going home. After putting everything up you grab a small bowl putting grapes in the bowl and going upstairs where you find your boyfriend Melo in bed waiting for you laughing as the two of you have an impromptu movie night "Grapes? That's a snack" you shake your head eating the grapes which were absolutely wonderful giving some to melo who says that he knew what grapes tasted like but when he kisses you before a sip of soda he stops "Babe kiss me again" the two of you share another kiss eating after going downstairs to grab water when he sees the bag of grapes realizing just why you tasted sweet earlier grabbing a few and chewing them along with lemon bubblegum as you watched the fourth movie before calling it a night sharing another kiss that was sweeter than earlier with the lemon adding a slight kick to the taste both of you laughing before cuddling up and falling asleep shaking your head the next morning while making breakfast when he says "You gotta get more of them grapes". The next week for a small party with the rest of the NXT roster you buy two bags of the grapes putting them in a fruit bowl earning some confused looks when everyone slowly tries the grapes but despite that most of your friends liked them except for Baron who said they were too sweet and Roxanne who said that they weren't for her but Ava and Kelani ask what store you got them from wanting to get bags of their own sharing kisses with melo throughout the day tasting the grapes in between slight tastes of wine and even cheese after you ate a sandwich with cheese bread but soon the familiar sweetness of the grapes were back as everyone slowly says their goodbyes and leaves enjoying the quietness throughout the house eating a few more of the grapes together before a late night workout together.

[purpleboyhowonee]

Videos to kill time while all of infinite just yeets out of your life :’)

that one time dongwoo did do u heal me 

animalyeol

proof that infinite just sucks at games

infinite day.avi

myungwoo couple vs. pasta

everyone’s favorite punching bag: kim sungkyu

king of adlib?

bed hair? no, bread hair sungkyu

lonely

why is sungjong like this

ljy scaring dongwoo on his day off 

maknae feeding leader 

jangborghini

not athletic

not athletic pt. 2

orange caramel

“I want to amaze my members with magic” lmao

the cf that made me buy my first galaxy phone

lemon candy oppa

sungbros got talent 

pOP PoP natUuR POP

thank u nxt

*screams aggressively* - lee sungyeol

dumb games to play

how to be smart? 

men of luxury

oof 

dancing king sungkyu 

yeol x woo rap battle 

tis all funny, but pls never forget how hard infinite worked since 2010 :’)

i love you all forever my doods

[wrestlingisfake]

The worst Hell in a Cell take I’ve seen is that the Wyatt-Rollins finish was perfect and everyone needs to be patient because it all fits into the Fiend’s storyline.  Because--listen, I appreciate that people love Bray Wyatt’s gimmick and want him to make sense and lead to something in the end, but that is obviously not happening.

Windham Rotunda introduced the Bray Wyatt character on NXT in 2012.  That was seven years ago.  Everyone had a million ideas for what they could do with a character like this.  When he hit the main roster in 2013 everyone was trying to decode his promos so they could figure out where this was headed.  There was tons of speculation about “Sister Abigail” becoming an actual on-screen character.  None of it led to anything.

Now that Bray’s reinvented himself for 2019, his fans want to believe WWE has gone back to the drawing board to get it right this time.  Not a week goes by that I don’t see some theory about what the Firefly Fun House skits are supposed to be telling us (similar to the old spooky promos with the lantern), or what Ramblin’ Rabbit is supposed to represent, or what precisely “Let Him In” means.  But it’s all just idle speculation about minor details.  None of it adds up to anything until the Fiend gets results.

To be clear, I don’t think “results” for the Fiend have to be in-ring victories or championships.  It’s possible to develop a pro wrestling character that doesn’t care about winning, because they have some other higher purpose.  But to make it work we have to know what that other purpose is (in terms so clear that Michael Cole can spell it out for us) so we know whether the character is making progress or not. 

So far, hardcore Bray fans are just telling themselves they know what the Fiend wants, so that no matter what happens they can convince themselves that he’s winning.  But that’s not storytelling, it’s just a sweet lemon rationalization.  Fans with elaborate Bray theories are willfully ignoring the simplest explanation that WWE is just farting around (like it does with virtually everything else), and none of the symbolism and “clues” mean anything, and there is no real plan for this character.  That doesn’t mean The Fiend won’t headline Wrestlemania or something.  But it does suggest that every apparent setback for Bray is not in fact a clever move in a secretly brilliant game of three-dimensional chess.

[recommendedlisten]

It’s been awhile since Recommended Listen has done one of these, but back by popular (content) demand, the weekly Best of the Rest column has returned to highlight the rest of the week’s great music you should know. Leading into it, Massachusetts DIY scene favs Future Teens and Dump Him both tried to figure out ways to move forward while Big Thief are proving to be unstoppable with their creative genius. The return of Vivian Girls is arguably being enjoyed more so the second time around, Chelsea Wolfe’s natural instincts are giving us even more reasons to appreciate her dark art, and NYC post-punks Bodega continue to live up to the promise of being shiny new models. Meanwhile, Field Mouse succeeded at finding meaning in everything as modern punk scene cult hero Chris Faren searched for his within a screen. There’s a lot more to cover here, so let's get down to the music business.

Here’s the best of the rest from the week of August 11th, 2019…

Antagonize - Slip Death EP [Triple B Records]

The last time I saw Aaron Bedard, he was being showered in balloons and kids walking all over each others’ heads as part of the final bow of Bane, the seminal melodic hardcore band who very much helped make the New England hardcore scene what it is today. Bedard returned to the stage a year ago with a new band called Antagonize, and after throwing down some demos and promos, they’ve released their debut EP Slip Death on the great Boston hardcore label Triple B Records this past week (label leader Sam Yarmuth designed its cover art much like he did for the vinyl reissue of the 2001 Bane classic Give Blood.) Bedard’s intensity has not slowed down with the passing of time either. In fact, it’s become exponentially more confrontational as he and the band thrash through fast, visceral existentialist dread. Throw them on a bill with the likes of Fury, Fiddlehead, Turnstile, or any of the countless names coming out of the Triple B roster right now, and Antagonize -- and Bedard -- know exactly what the scene needs at this moment.

Slip Death by ANTAGONIZE

Charli XCX feat. Sky Ferreira - “Cross You Out” [Atlantic Records]

On September 13th, Charli XCX will release her long awaited “proper” third studio effort Charli. Between years of experimental EPs and one-off singles, it’s been awhile since we heard her target her vision for mass consumption with major label approal, and she’s bringing some of music’s most intriguing voices into the fold with her to get that across. We already heard her team with Lizzo on “Blame It On Your Love” and Christine and the Queens for “Gone”. Its latest preview “When You’re Not Around” is one for Twitter pop fandom, however, as it sees Charli XCX joining forces with Sky Ferreira on the A.G. Cook-produced track. The two artists have been heralded as pop music’s most underrated creators for the better part of this decade, so to hear Charli and Ferreira’s paths cross seamlessly into this digital slowburn as they put the collective shit they’ve dealt with personally over the years behind them is a fitting way for it to happen.

Code Orange - “Let Me In” [WWE Music]

At least weekend’s WWE Summerslam, rebooted horror heel Bray Wyatt returned after months of being kept off screen in action with a brand new character persona called the Fiend that saw him evolving from the creepy bayou cult leader of previous and into a psychotic children’s program host who turns into a deranged monster wearing a mask designed by horror film makeup legend Tom Savini. In helping get this new terrifying character’s image over with the crowd and viewers watching was Code Orange, one of the most exciting bands in hardcore and metal going right now, who reinterpreted Wyatt’s old theme “Live In Fear”, a sinister, swampy piece of occult rock originally recorded by Mark Crozier, under its new name “Let Me In” and making it into their own heavy pummeling likeness, adding layers of deeper darkness to Wyatt’s Fiend character in the process. This isn’t Code Orange Kids first foray in soundtracking WWE superstars' themes, as they backed Incendiary’s Brendan Gorrone live as goth anti-hero Aleister Black made his way to ring during NXT Takeover Brooklyn III. Now that Black is on the main roster, inevitably he will cross paths with the Fiend at some point, making you wonder where Code Orange's loyalty will lie...

The Highwomen - “Highwomen” [Low Country Sound / Elektra Records]

The Highwomen -- a.k.a. the country songwriting supergroup of Brandi Carlile, Maren Morris, Amanda Shires, and Natalie Hemby -- are one of the most exciting things to happen to country music this year. On September 6th, they will release their eponymous debut album, and to date, the foursome have proven themselves quickly to be working flawlessly as a well-woven collective where nothing remotely resembling an ego outshine the other in its first coupling of singles “Redesigning Women” and “Crowded Table”. It’s latest is a goosebump-inducing sunset song that hears each member sharing a piece of the narrative that tell a greater story about their ability to overcome all and any hurdle. “We are the daughters of the silent generations / You send our hearts to die alone in foreign nations,” their voices collect in its final moments. “They may return to us as tiny drops of rain / But we will still remain/ And we’ll come back again and again and again.

Miranda Lambert - “Bluebird” [RCA Nashville / Vanner Records]

Beyond the Highwomen, Miranda Lambert is now joining the highly anticipated of new Nashville releases with her seventh studio effort Wildcard, due out on November 1st. Her last effort was the excellently crafted post-divorce catharsis The Weight of These Wings, but judging by the sounds of WIldcard’s first single “Bluebird”, Lambert is getting back to her old high jinks of sorry not sorry whip-smart lyricism and folding them into cool, flawless country-pop. “And if the house just keeps on winning / I got a wildcard up on my sleeve / And  if love keeps giving me lemons / I'll just mix 'em in my drink,” goes its chorus. Lambert’s undefeated streak will likely continue with this as well as her tour behind the LP, which sees her bringing along her Pistol Annies sisters, Maren Morris, and Ashley McBridge along for the ride on select dates for her Roadside Guitars and Pink Guitars tour, kicking off in September.

Octo Octa - “Can You See Me?” [T4T LUV NRG]

Back in July, Octo Octa, the electronic dance outlet of Maya Bouldry-Morrison, dropped “Spin Girl, Let’s Activate”, the leadoff single from her forthcoming third album Resonant Body, set for release on September 6th. The listen was fully in motion with a bright luminosity radiating from with Bouldry-Morrison she says was inspired after a year of tremendous change and personal growth. That expanded energy extends even further in its subsequent listen “Can You See Me?” in which she allows emotions to overflow onto the soundboard through an empath in samples vocals and a cosmic tidal of synth arpeggios running through whichever cracks in its constant break beats they can find. It’s invigorating, and both as a measure of her art and being, there’s really no avoiding Octa Octa’s presence being made known here.

(Sandy) Alex G - “Southern Sky” / “Near” [Domino Records]

Rocket was a very special album in the prolific catalog of (Sandy) Alex G, though it wouldn’t be a surprise if the experimental indie pop wunderkind’s new album House of Sugar, set for release on September 13th, bests it in its own way. So far, we’ve heard the warped and rickety storytale standout “Gretel” and the earnest ode to a friend and place passed on “Hope”, and this past week, he introduced two more in “Southern Sky” and “Near”. The former, which includes an animated video by frequent visual collaborator Elliot Bech, is a country-stained sigh featuring Emily Yacina that hits a similar backwoods bliss that “Bobby” did two years ago, while the latter retreats to pinbacked repetition, wonky loops and samples that warp the canvas with Alex Giannascoli’s signature smeared fingerprints. (Sandy) Alex G will also be touring extensively behind the effort starting this October, with dates featuring the likes of Tomberlin, ARTHUR and Corey Flood.

Taylor Swift - “Lover” [Republic Records]

The last we heard of Taylor Swift was her divisive post-pop call-out Reputation, and with its tinge of industrial bangers and stadium-translating success, it’s safe to say it aged better than what anyone expected upon release. Her new album Lover is on the way next week, and so far, two of its early singles have been absolute dogshit while the other was just so-so. In the streaming era, it comes no surprise that there will be 18 tracks total on the album, which means there’s bound to be some duds. Hopefully they’re more like it’s title track, though. Jack Antonoff seems to be one of the few people who knows what to do with making Swift sound like a breath of fresh air in spite of her missteps in this lash-batting late night bar crawler that is the Jekyll to Swifty’s drunken Hyde. She really could have reverted full-on back to country-pop and easily gotten away with it...

Queen of Jeans - “Only Obvious to You” [Topshelf Records]

The surprises within Queen of Jeans’ sound are unraveling themselves quickly, but in subtle gestures leading up to the dreamy Philly indie-pop band’s release next week of their sophomore effort If you’re not afraid, I’m not afraid. So far, they’ve delivered a devastating blow to the ego in doo-wop form with "U R My Guy” and searched for a way out of a dead end relationship on “All the Same”. “Only Obvious to You” steps away from pastel lights and balloon grandeur, leaving plenty of room fordark space in between two warm bodies for the distance to hit hard. “Love will fuck you over hard,” Miriam Devora repeatedly reminds herself in the listen’s closing moments, and in the listen’s video shot at Philly Pride, they want to do their community a solid by letting it be known that no matter how you love, pain is pain, and your feelings are valid, too. This autumn, they’ll be mending broken hearts on the road alongside tourmates From Indian Lakes.

Whitney - “Used to Be Lonely” [Secretly Canadian]

Someone in Whitney’s camp had to have intentionally planned to have the Chicago country soul duo’s sophomore effort Forever Turned Around be released at the final breaths of summer and the cusp of autumn’s cupping season on August 30th, because “Used to Be Lonely” is the kind of listen that tugs at the heartstrings of both the, uh, lonely and not so lonely, in a way that will make those with someone feel warm gratitude to have someone by their side, and those who don’t romanticize about the day it happens to them. Its accompanying visuals, directed by Austin Vesely, are on point just as well, as it captures a budding romance developing at the kind of midwestern country fair in a small town you’d hit up some weekend in September when you could use a slice of simplicity in your life of how even the most humble moments can feel extraordinary if you’re sharing them with the right person. If not, Whitney will bring it to you when they roll through your city this autumn.

[helplessly-nonstop]

Three Rules (A. Black smut)

So this is my entry for my own Winter Time Challenge! My prompt was “Is that a gun in your pocket or are you just happy to see me?” I chose Aleister Black and went with a bodyguard! AU. This was a mess to post and I hope you guys like this!

WC: 6.4K words (I AM NOT SORRY EITHER)

Warnings: smut, fluff, angst, slight choking, mentions of drugs, mentions of stealing, death threats, slight fingering, FxM sex, there’s so much going on, angst man, mentions of using a knife during sex,

For years, I had been running from my past, trying to avoid the inevitable. I guess paying off debts that you didn’t acquire yourself could be a pain in the ass. My parents were drug mules for the Mafia and when my mother discovered that she was pregnant with me, she and my father knew what they had to do: escape the Mafia without their knowledge of my existence.

However, my father decided that he needed to take a huge risk in order for them to make it on their own without the help of murderers and drug traffickers: he stole twelve millions dollars. And with that money in hand, they moved halfway across the world to the States, where I was born and raised. However, that did not deter the Mafia for searching for their missing drug mules and their stolen cash.

Eventually, at the ripe of sixteen, my parents’ fate had caught up to them and they decided that it was time for them to explain what was going on. That conversation did not go as well as they thought, especially when someone began slamming their fist into our front door, screaming for us to open the door.

“Mom, I don’t understand! What’s going on!?” I demanded as my mom dragged me out of the house, handing me a large backpack. She gave me a quick kiss on the cheek and rushed out,”It’s all in the backpack, sweetheart! Now go! Run!”

She was right. She and my dad left an entire notebook dedicated to what happened led up to these events and they confided in me that even if they were dead, that their former employers would hunt me to the ends of the Earth. And so began my quest for a new life, Mafia free. Once I turned eighteen, I changed my name and Social Security number, got new legal documents and a few years passed. But really, can you ever outrun your past?

“Oi, Sugar, are ya sure that the Pipsqueak can take this?” Marty Scurll, one of the men in my battalion, asked, lifting his tightly clenched fists. I gave an unimpressed look and replied,”If you’re too chicken shit to hit the poor kid, Pigeon, I’d be happy to take your place.”

“C’mon man, don’t make Sugar get up! They’ll kick my ass worse than you could ever dream of!” Adam Cole whined, rolling his eyes. He was one of the newest of our sector and while he was built, he still needed to prove his worth for this battalion.

My comrades had this thing about calling me Sugar because I was “anything but sweet.” Their words, not mine. We all had different code names but since we were special ops, we often carried our names off the battlefield. We were currently stationed in the Netherlands and it had been one of the easiest tours that I had participated in, minus a small problem that we encountered a few months ago. Luckily, English was a second language for most citizens and even if a person didn’t speak my native tongue, I luckily knew how to speak theirs.

“Hey, Sugar! Got a couple strangers approaching the borderline.” Naomi, my right hand woman and one of the best sharpshooters, called down to me. I snapped my head up and clicked my fingers at Scurll and Cole, announcing,”Man your battle stations. I don’t want anything slipping through the cracks.”

The two rushed to gather the rest of their companions and get to their positions as I climbed up the ladder leaning against the cement wall. Naomi pulled me up the rest of the way and I gave a questioning glance to her, only to receive a shrug. I stared down at the small group of people approaching the wall then shouted down at them,”Halt! State your business!”

Dark eyes narrowed at me and the man leading the pack replied,”British Interpol! Are you-“

“Toss up your badges and then we’ll answer your questions.” I snapped, crossing my arms. Naomi clicked her tongue disapprovingly but I merely shrugged in response. It was a fifteen foot wall and I couldn’t wait to see what these people would do.

Three badges came flying at my head and I caught one, Naomi snagged the second, and poor, unsuspecting Adam who was climbing up the wall got smacked in the face by the third.

I investigated the detail of the badges then gave a swift nod, ordering,”Let these guys in.” I climbed down to meet the three Interpol agents then shook their hands, stating,”Just call me Sugar. Everyone else does here.”

“So you are them. Great. Listen, is there any place that we can talk? Privately?” Dean Ambrose, the blond and the tallest questioned. I pursed my lips and shot a glance over to Sonya, who was looming over my shoulder, then she nodded in understanding, backing away to meet Liv at the dining hall.

“Yeah, just follow me.” I entered my separate room in the bunker and settled on my bed as I said, ”Well, what kind of fuckery have you three brought to my little squadron?”

“The Mafia has officially put a hit out on you. Your CO has ordered you under protective custody.” Roman answered, crossing his arms. I bit down on my bottom lip, knowing that they weren’t lying, then I mumbled,”Fantastic. Does that mean that you guys are my protective custody?”

“Not quite. We’re just the delivery boys. Aleister Black is the man you’re going to be stuck with until this thing blows over.” The third man, Seth, stated, giving a shrug. I gave a quick glance out of the window, staring at my friends, then asked quietly, “And what of my battalion?” Dean flicked his lighter, staring into the flame anxiously as he answered,”We’ll keep a close eye on them. Wouldn’t want any casualties on our side.” He was obviously an ex smoker so I pulled out my pack.

“You want a cig? I keep them in case I’m feeling extremely anxious.” I offered, opening my pack then held them out. His fingers twitched and he gave a slow shake of his head. He had quit recently and it showed too. I flicked the pack lid shut and tossed it back on my bed before I said, “Alright, I respect that. Does that mean that I need to pack?”

“Yes, it does. You leave in the next forty five minutes.” The time slipped past and luckily, I was familiar with quick packing. Dean entered the bunker and gave a quick knock, stating,”Time to go. We’ve briefed your squad and they understand fully.” I gave a small nod and lifted my bags, only for Rollins to scoop them from my hands, almost dancing to their SUV.

I raised an eyebrow at Roman who shrugged in return as he informed me,”That’s just Rollins for you.” I gave brief goodbyes to my comrades then joined Seth in the back seat, with Dean driving and Roman riding shotgun.

“So how long have you guys been partners?” I asked, curling into myself in instinct. Dean’s blue eyes flickered up to meet mine in the rear view mirror and Roman answered my question,”Seven years.” I hummed at his response then Ambrose clicked a button on the dash, sending music flooding through the vehicle, and I couldn’t be more grateful for that.

We settled into sweet silence and when someone would know a song, they would begin humming along, occasionally singing underneath their breath. We finally arrived at the airport and I gave an inquisitive glance to the three men then Seth hopped out, popping the truck to grab my bags.

“Where exactly am I supposed to be going?” I asked as Roman, Seth, and I entered the airport while Dean parked the SUV. The man set my bags and rang the small bell setting on the check in desk as Reigns answered, “Black is sending you back with us to the States. We’re drawing out the Mafia, hoping to slip them up. Once we get back to Florida, you’ll be handed over to him and we’ll return to Britain.”

“And, uh, how long is this flight exactly? I asked, anxiety filling my veins.

“Fourteen hours and that’s without the layovers,” Dean answered, leaning against the counter, “Why, don’t do so hot flying, Sugar?” I let out a nervous laugh and answered,”Yeah, I guess you could say that.”

“Great, we’ve got another Ambrose. Rollins, you still got that thing?” Seth shook a small bag and Roman gave an approving nod before handing over his phone to let the attendant scan the ticket information. I bit my bottom lip and asked,”What class are we flying in?”

“First. Perks of it being an emergency situation, sorry for your problem. That and Dean doesn’t do well with being stuck with someone that he doesn’t know. Tends to get a bit fidgety.” Seth informed me, passing my my carry on bag. I gave a small, understanding nod then we headed to security where Roman was pulled out for a random pat down.

“Do we have a problem here, sir?” Rollins asked politely, placing a hand on Ambrose’s chest to keep his partner at bay as the security guard called for assistance.

“We think that your buddy might be carrying.” Roman rolled his eyes and said calmly,”I’m going to reach into my jacket pocket and pull out my badge.” The guard watched with anxious eyes then visibly relaxed as Roman flashed his badge and stated,”Agent Roman Reigns with Interpol. These are my partners and this person is in protection. Sorry for the scare but can we get past now?”

Luckily we boarded the plane with no other complications and I claimed the seat beside Ambrose, who, thankfully, took the window seat. Standard procedure took place and finally, we were in the air. But still, my nerves wouldn’t settle.

About two hours into the flight is when Dean finally snapped and lost his shit,”Rollins, hand me that bag.” Seth passed it to Reigns, who in turn, tossed it across the aisle and the man beside me snagged the handle with two fingers. I watched, confused, as he pulled out a container of gummy bears, giving it a small shake, before he passed it to me then stated,”Here, this should keep your jumpy ass calm for a while.”

“Wait, what are these anyway?” I asked, giving a gummy a squeeze between my fingers to investigate it. Seth gave a small grin and said, ”Don’t worry, antsy pants, they’re legal.” My mouth twitched with my uncertainty then Dean rolled his eyes and said,”Here, I’ll even eat one since you don’t trust me.” He popped one into his mouth and murmured,”Yum, lemon. Now, eat one.” I chose a blue one and after the blueberry flavor faded, a faint after taste hit me and I waved the stewardess down for something to drink.

“What can I get for you?” Before I could answer, Ambrose waved a hand and answered,”Two Cokes.” She gave a swift nod then handed my comrade and I a bottle each before returning to her seat up front.

“Give your little gummy friend about twenty minutes to kick in and you’ll sleep until we reach New York.” Ambrose informed me after he finished off his drink. I raised an eyebrow, taking a swig of my own pop, then stated,”You sound like you speak from experience.” He gave a laugh and replied,”Yeah, something like that.” Ambrose pulled a blanket from his carryon and tucked it underneath his head as a pillow, staring out the window.

Luckily, the Interpol agent was right and my nerves calmed to where I was able to sleep until Reigns woke me up, announcing that we had hit one of our two layovers. The four hours passed swiftly and I watched as the snow settled into the pile that the plow pushed it into then Reigns tugged on my arm, stating,”Time to get back on, Sugar.”

I gave an annoyed sigh and stood, rejoining the trio of men at the departure gate. This time, I was seated next to Rollins and he was thankfully, yet dreadfully more chatty. At one moment, I guess my face had given away a secret emotion that I was feeling because Seth turned away to face the window, tucking his headphones into his ears. Guilt flooded my body and I plucked a headphone out then placed it in my own ear. To my delight, he was listening to Pierce the Veil, a band that I had been listening to since they hit the scene. For the rest of our flight to Atlanta, which was our next layover, we chatted about our love for punk bands and the meanings behind their lyrics. We finally arrived at Florida and the three men led me off the plane, their eyes scanning for the man taking me into protective custody.

I scanned the many people holding a sign then paused when I noticed one man was holding up a sign that read,”Sugar.” I nudged Ambrose and questioned,”Is that him there?” He turned then grinned at the sight of the man before cheering, ”Black!” We joined Black and I took in all the details that stuck out to me.

The first was his eyes: they were a fierce blue, something that showed determination, all narrowed in a no nonsense manner. Then I noticed the beard, neatly trimmed and kept,with a lip piercing sticking out. His hair was long, shaved on the sides then I noticed what he was wearing: a dark suit with tattoos peeking out the sleeves. Dear god, my bodyguard was hot.

“Are you done checking me out, or would you like a few more moments?” Black questioned, snapping me from my trance. He had the smallest of accents then it clicked in my head: he was from the Netherlands. I let out a small squeak of a sorry then he gave a small sigh, taking my suitcase from my hand, and he said,”Thank you, men. I will see you in a week.” I exchanged goodbyes and phone numbers with the three men that I made friends with then scurried to keep up with Aleister, who was already heading out the airport doors.

“Listen, I’m sorry about that back there.” I informed him after we placed my luggage into the trunk of his black Kia Optima. He flickered his eyes towards me as he started the car then he stated, “I have three rules and listen to them closely. One, don’t disobey my orders. Two, stay with me at all times unless I tell you otherwise. And three, don’t fall in love with me and I won’t do the same.”

“Well I’m here to say that I won’t break any of those rules.” I muttered, staring out of the window.

In between the jet lag and my pure exhaustion, I decided to take a brief nap until we arrived at wherever we were heading. When I woke up, however, I was in a room covered up with a soft blanket. I wrapped the blanket over my shoulders and exited the bedroom in search of Aleister.

“Black?” I called out as I entered the kitchen. As I rounded the corner, a note on the fridge caught my eye,’Went to the store, keep the doors locked, I have a key. Please don’t do anything stupid while I’m gone.”

“Even in note form, he has a cold persona. Well, at least he said please.” I muttered, opening up the fridge to see if there was anything inside to drink. Unfortunately there was nothing but milk, so I went in search of hot chocolate mix. Surely he would have some here since it was winter time.

Thankfully he did have some so I boiled some milk and mixed in the chocolatey goodness before spooning the drink into a mug. I settled on the far left end of the sectional couch and gave a sigh as I began flipping through Hulu in search of something to watch. Eventually I chose Disappeared and waited for my bodyguard to arrive, hopefully with food. I was starving.

The sound of the lock turning and the door opening is what caught my attention away from the current episode I was engorged in and I turned to see Aleister enter the house with his arms full of groceries.

“I can help you.” I offered, coming to a stand. He shook his head then set the items on the table before he started to put away the cold stuff. For the next couple weeks, he remained quiet, only talking to me when he absolutely had to. But one night changed our entire relationship. We were sitting across from one another on the couch when his head jerked up towards the stairs, eyes narrowed.

“Get under the table and pull the rug back. Underneath there is a small room. Close the door and the rug will return to its spot. Don’t make a sound and don’t move.”he ordered, pulling a gun from the underneath of the coffee table. I scurried to my place and listened to my thundering heartbeat as the house went silent. Then I heard it: the familiar sound of gunfire. I bit my bottom lip and waited for about ten minutes until someone opened the door to my hidey hole.

“Oh good, you can listen.” Aleister rumbled, helping me out of the room. He hugged me briefly then turned his attention to the pool of blood in the hallway, which was luckily hardwood floor. His mouth twitched to the side then he pulled a mop and bucket, beginning to clean up the mess. I pulled out the dish soap and a bowl before mixing cold water with the detergent then began cleaning the blood up.

“What are you doing?” Aleister asked, raising an eyebrow at me. I glanced up from where I was kneeling and answered,”Helping you clean. Now shut up and keep mopping.” From that day on, our relationship changed from one of a professional matter to a more personal one.

“Black?” I asked as he entered the living room from his room. He turned to look at me and frowned when he saw that I was huddled underneath a blanket with a box of tissues curled up with me. He pressed the back of his hand to my forehead then muttered,”Please tell me that you’re not getting fucking sick on me?” I sneezed in reply and he let out a groan before hopping over the back of the couch then cuddled up to me.

“If your fever doesn’t break by morning, I’m calling a doctor friend of mine.”he warned me as I laid my head on his chest. I let out a small groan then whined,”I’m fine, just a small cold.” His blue eyes narrowed at my insistence then he pressed his lips to my forehead, causing my cheeks to catch fire.

“You’re running fever, can’t stop coughing, and there’s a pile of tissues on the floor beside you. You’re sick so shush up and watch this show. What’s this about anyway?” I explained that Disappeared was a collection of episodes about people who had gone missing all across the United States through recent years. He let out a small sigh but didn’t reply; instead, he pulled me a little closer and continued watching.

By the time morning rolled around, I was ten times worse, now throwing up everything that I had ate for the last couple hours. Aleister gave a sigh and a shake of his head before disappearing out of the bedroom to make a call. After he returned, he helped me into bed and stated,”Don’t move. Doc will be here in the next couple minutes.” Thankfully he was right and someone began knocking on the front door not but fifteen minutes later. He brushed my hair out of my face then left me alone long enough to let in his doctor friend.

“Hey, thank you for doing this for me.” Aleister said as he and another man came into the room. His friend, the doctor, was about the same height as Aleister with hair closely shaven to the scalp and I could see that he had tattoos peeking out. His friend laid his bag on the floor beside my bed then said in a soft tone,”I’m Baron, pleasure.” My eyes narrowed as I attempted to decipher how he had met my brooding bodyguard when Aleister informed me,”Old friends. I figured I’d save you from hurting that pretty little head.”

I balled my hands into loose fists since it hurt to move my body then muttered,”I may be sick but I will still kick your ass.” Black gave me a smirk then pushed my hands down as he replied, ”Good, you’re still a sassy little thing. Now please relax and let Baron do his thing.” He did a regular check up and when he was finished with his examine, he stated,”It looks like you have the stomach flu and a small case of bronchitis. Take it easy for the next couple days, don’t go out in the rain, it’ll only make it worse.”

The doc turned to face his friend then ordered, ”Plenty of fluids, little to no moving, and limit the caffeine. I know a coffee junkie when I see one.” I nodded in agreement and Aleister showed Baron to the door before returning with a bowl of chicken noodle soup. And when he began to feed me the soup, I decided to grumble out,“I feel like I’m five, being spoon fed by my mother.” He pursed his lips then offered, ”I could always let you fend for yourself, make you do everything.”

“I take it back, thank you, Black.” He paused for a moment, just staring at me, before he replied, ”Aleister. Just call me Aleister, alright,katje?” I looked up at him in surprise for the use of an endearment then nodded slowly, answering,”Yeah, okay. I can do that.”

Within four days, my flu and bronchitis flew my body and allowed my immune system to clean away all of the ickiness that might have been left behind. I stared at the shirtless Aleister in my bed and wondered who in my past life did I piss off in order to get this hot of a bodyguard in bed, even though I couldn’t touch him. I brushed his hair out of his face then gave him a small kiss on the cheek before walking downstairs to start making brunch for both Aleister and I.

I plugged in my headphones and began to dance to the first song that came through the miniature speakers as I started whisking eggs together. I completed Aleister’s omelet and just as I poured the next egg mixture into the skillet, a tattooed arm surrounded my waist and another pulled down on my headphones, yanking them from my ears.

“I thought I told you to stay with me at all times. You broke a rule.” Aleister rumbled, his beard rubbing deliciously against my neck. I bit my lip and looked over my shoulder before asking, “What are you going to do, spank me for it?” He paused then slinked away to sit on the counter across from me, his lips twitching once again. I handed him the plate then instructed, ”Biscuits just got done and sausage links are in the microwave staying hot. Make your plate.” He did as I said then settled at the bar, continuing to watch me as I finished my own brunch.

I claimed the seat beside him then opened the jar of salsa, spreading it across the top of my cheddar cheese and turkey omelet. He gave me a questioning look so I jabbed my fork in his direction and ordered, “Don’t knock it till you try it.” He rolled his eyes and continued to eat his own breakfast until I offered up a bite of mine.

“If this is secretly poisoned and you’re trying to kill the both of us, let me tell you this now. I will kick your ass in the afterlife.”he warned before eating the bite. I watched with amused eyes as he let out a delighted groan and he murmured, ”God, this is fucking awesome. Hand over the salsa, katje.” I slid it across the bar to him and continued to eat my food.

We finished breakfast in silence then Aleister’s phone began ringing, the name,”Shield” flashing across the screen. I raised an eyebrow and he answered the FaceTime, Seth, Roman, and Dean coming into focus.

Before Aleister could question why they were calling, I jumped in and asked, “Guys? What’s wrong?” It was obviously not a social call, because they’d call me for that purpose. And judging by the intensity of their expressions, I knew something was going wrong.

“Black, you and Sugar need to get out of that house now! We just got intel that they’re sending in Ricochet for you. Be there in five.” Dean rushed out, half of the audio cutting out. With a swift nod, Aleister ended the call and hurried to the front door, locking the many bolts as I yanked on my slippers then he ordered, ”Reach under the counter and hand me those two guns. This shit is about to get ugly, so I’m going to need you to hide, alright, katje?”

“I-I, don’t know!” He squeezed my face in between his hands then snapped,”Pull yourself together and stay with me on this. Open the kitchen cabinet and slip inside. There’s a false back to it, it’ll lead outside to a small shelter. You’ll hear a series of six knocks, a pause between every two. Open it then. Go now.” I paused at the cabinet and Aleister gave an annoyed sigh, gripping my jaw as he ordered,”Be good for me and go.” I nodded slowly and entered where I was instructed to go, sneaking into the small shed.

I waited with my heart jumping in my chest then finally, heard the knocks come through. I peeked the door open slightly and Dean pulled it open, ordering,”We’ve got to go now. Black has been compromised.” I froze in my tracks, stunned at what he told me, then whipped around, shouting,”What?! You can’t leave him alone in there!”

Someone stepped in front of me and I realized that it wasn’t Dean. It was a short man, shorter than Aleister with his hair shaven to his scalp. He slapped me across the face with the gun in his hand and Ambrose slammed into him, kicking him in the ribs before he snatched me up into a fireman’s carry, taking me out to the SUV where Seth and Roman was waiting for us. I settled beside Ambrose, allowing my head to lean against the window then I heard Seth ask faintly,”You really think Ricochet will kill Aleister?”

Roman smacked his partner’s chest when I let out a soft whimper. Dean squeezed my knee in comfort then informed me,”It’ll all be okay, Sugar.” I fell into the uncomfortable silence until we arrived at a medium sized building with two armed guards outside. I turned to face Dean who nodded in encouragement, the four of us entering the building. A man and woman greeted us at the door and she asked, ”What of Black?”

“Not sure. He sent us away with Sugar here.” The woman ushered me into a room with a small bed and offered,”You’re welcome to take a nap, my dear.” She was British, with dark hair and pale skin. I was in no shape to sleep however.

For the next week, I was unable to sleep. Dean, at one point, forced two gummy bears down my throat so I could sleep for a measly four hours. It was hard. Even though I had only known Aleister for about two months, I couldn’t help but slip into my bout of depression.

But then, the British woman, who’s name I learned was Paige, entered and said,”I think you’re going to want to see this.” I lifted my head and muttered, ”I'll pass.” She widened the door further open and someone else entered as I turned back to the wall.

“Katje.” My head jerked up at the sound of his voice and I sat up slowly when she shut the door, staring at him. With his beard growing out some more, his blue eyes seemed brighter and he wore a tank top and black skinny jeans. I stared at him and whispered,”Aleister?” He grinned at me and I finally snapped from my funk.

“Aleister,”I shouted, slamming into him with a hug, “Oh my fucking God, I thought they had killed you! Are you okay, are you hurt?” He cupped my face and tilted my head back, running his thumb gently over my bruised cheek, then he murmured,”I am so fucking sorry that you were hurt.”

“No, no, stop, it’s not your fault. I’m just so glad you’re alive. God!” I whimpered, squeezing him tighter. He wrapped his arms around my waist and pulled me closer with a small sigh. And that’s what I felt it. With a nervous laugh, I asked,”Is that a gun in your pocket or are you happy to see me?” He backed away, releasing me, then pulled a Glock from his pocket. But the bulge in the front of his pants didn’t disappear.

“You, uh, you’re hard.” He licked his lips, unloading the gun, then placed it on the table and replied, “What do you expect me to be? I haven’t seen you for a week, katje.” I licked my lips in response and I said,”If we do this, I’ll actually break rule number three.” He smirked at me, pulling me closer, then asked,”Are you saying that you’re in love with me, katje?”

“Yes, I am, Black.” He yanked me closer and ran his thumb along the waistband of my leggings then murmured,”It’ll be a shame. I usually don’t break one of my own rules.” I wrapped my arms around his neck then pulled him closer as I whispered,”It’s okay. I won’t tell anyone that the big, bad Aleister Black gave into little ole me and fell in love.”

He hummed at my statement then pressed a soft kiss to the underside of my jaw as he replied softly, “I don’t know. Knowing that you're both sweet and kickass makes it a little easier to admit that I’m in love with you.” I shivered at the first brush of his beard and I could feel his grin as he asked,”Oh, is my katje sensitive? This is going to be so much fun.” I bit my bottom lip and informed him,”If you tickle me at all, I swear to God that I will kill you.” He laughed and walked me backwards so we could lay on the bed then he replied,”Don’t worry, I’ll only use it against you every day. Now, how about a proper kiss?”

“After you lose the shirt. I just need-“ He brought me into a tender kiss, tongue working my lips apart gingerly, then murmured,”Shh, don’t think. Just feel.” He slipped his hand up my shirt and let out a soft groan when he realized that I wasn’t wearing a bra, then tweaked my nipple with cold fingers. I let out a squeak and he laughed, pulling away to remove his shirt and my own.

“What a sweet thing you are. Can I take these off too?”he questioned, tugging downwards on my leggings’ waistband. I gave him the nod to go ahead and he gave me another kiss as maybe a thank you, then I pressed my hand gingerly against his cock, earning a moan from him.

“So you’re gonna tease me, katje? I don’t think so.” He clasped my wrists into his hand and lifted them above my head, placing miscellaneous hickeys along my breasts, neck, and collarbone. I tangled my leg around his waist then pulled him close, urging him on,”C’mon, Black, don’t be a bitch. Do something other than a bit of heavy petting.” Aleister bit his bottom lip and his free hand shot upwards, pressing down on my throat as he snarled,”Don’t fucking push me.” I grinned in response then it clicked in his head, the realization of what I wanted hitting hard. He licked his lips and asked, ”Are you sure?” I gave a nod then murmured,”Do it. I can take it.” His hand that was previously holding my hands moved to my hair and he fisted it tightly, warning,”If we do this, you will be mine.”

“Good, something I can get on board with. Now kiss me, you fool.” He pulled me in close and kissed me for a third time,lip ring pressing into my bottom lip, then he pressed his fingers to my clit, letting out a soft groan. I pulled away and breathed, ”You’re killing me here, Aleister. Please, I need something more.”

“Like what, katje? Something like-“ he pushed two fingers inside and I cried out in delight at the feeling but admitted, ”No, something more! Please, just fuck me!” He grinned at me, wolffish almost, and I watched with wide eyes as he grabbed his cock through the material of his underwear, stating,”You want this cock, katje, you’re going to beg me for it.” My thighs and jaw clenched in response then I pleaded softly,” Please, please, don’t tease me. Please, I’ve thought for the last week that you were dead, please, I just need you to fuck me and tell me that it’s all gonna be okay.”

He tugged at his lip ring with his teeth, debating on whether I had done good enough, then pulled his boxers down and threw them into a separate part of the room. With gentle hands, he spread my thighs further apart then he murmured, ”Alright, katje, don’t worry. I’m not gonna leave you again, okay?” I tangled my fingers through his hair and pressed my forehead to his as I whimpered,”I just… I lost my mind when I found out that you had been compromised and I was just so scared that you were dead, I just need you, please…”

“Shhh, little one, it’s alright now. I’m right here, I’m not going anywhere.”he cooed, pressing the head of his cock to my entrance, my hips canting forward for more. He pressed them to the bed and warned gently,”No, be good, katje. I’ll make you come, but only on my terms. Now, come on, stay still for me.” Even in such a tender moment, I knew that Aleister had control of the situation. I nodded then moaned as he finally sunk all the way in. He was thick, much thicker than I was used to and it had been so long since I had been fucked properly. I tangled my hand through his hair and pulled, desperate for him to move, then he pinned my hand above my head, tangling our fingers together with a small smirk.

“There, that’s better. Now be good for me, katje.” Finally, he began fucking me, a deep and moderate pace, not too slow thankfully. But I could see the restraint in his biceps, the ink of his tattoos rippling with his efforts. I lifted my free hand and gave a small grin then pinched his nipple, his pace changing afterwards, “Fucking brat. Just couldn’t accept the pace I set. You want fast, katje?” He slammed into me, the bed rocking with the force of his thrusts, then he slowed it down, asking,”Or so fucking slow that you’ll go out of your mind wanting your orgasm?”

“Fast, please, I can’t take the slow, please, Aleister!” I begged, pressing my leg into his ass as a means of encouragement. He grunted and returned to his faster pace, fingers pressing upwards on my clit, which caused my hips to twist and thighs to tremble. He gave a slow, almost lazy grin then said, “My beautiful little one, so responsive. I can’t wait to tie you to the bed and blindfold you.” I gave a small laugh then replied, ”Yes, I can't wait for that either, but I swear to God, if you don’t make us come right now, I’m going to cut you.”

His blue eyes lit up with excitement at my threat then I groaned as he kissed at my neck, murmuring, “You, a knife, and I in bed sounds like a hell of a time, katje. I’ll write that down for us to do.” I rolled my eyes and said, ”While that does sound like a great idea, I still want the two of us to come.” He let out a laugh and nodded in agreement, pinching and rolling my clit between two fingers, finally pushing me to my orgasm. He groaned as he pulled out and I watched, enthralled, as he jerked off, desperate to come himself.

With a groan, he came on my stomach, head hanging low. I licked my lips then he rolled away, wetting a washcloth in the bathroom, before returning to clean me up. He wiped timidly at the mess he made then tossed the dirty cloth in the laundry basket, curling into me.

My eyes fluttered shut and I didn’t even realized that I was crying until I felt Aleister wipe my tears away from my face. He gave me a kiss on the forehead and murmured,”Shh now, katje. I’ve got you. I am not going anywhere, do you understand me?” I gave a timid nod then he pressed up on my chin, giving me a kiss, before Aleister stated,”Say it for me, katje, so I know you understand.”

“You’re not going to go anywhere.” He nodded then cuddled into me before he murmured,”Well, at least rule number one wasn’t broke.” My eyes popped open at his statement then a slow grin stretched across my face, only for him to shoot me down,”If you break that rule, I’ll make sure that you won’t be able to sit, especially after we discuss limits and safe words.” I smiled and allowed myself to flutter into sleep, content filling my bones.