“Nick, what the fuck did you do?!” Kenny yelled as his hands covered the large wound across her abdomen “Hold on, okay? The ambulance is on its way” Kenny whispered as he looked into her eyes, that were getting more distant as time went by.
“Oh my God, Nick. Why did you do this?!” Matt gripped Nick's shoulders and tried to push him away from her limp body “Get the hell away from her!” He screamed at his younger brother, using all of his strength to shove him far away from her.
“Don’t” The sharp blade, covered in blood was pressed against Matt’s neck “Do NOT try to take her away from me!” Nick snarled lowly, sharp blue eyes staring intently at his brother as if daring him to do something.
“Matt, I think she’s going into shock” Kenny mumbled once he stared at her lackluster eyes and blue lips “Sweetheart, it’s Kenny. Please talk to me”
I can’t remember much more
But I know it happened quiet
So quiet
Life was slowly fading away from her with each labored breath. Time seemed to stop and everything happened in slow motion, so painfully slow that Matt felt himself taking two steps away from the horrifying scene in front of him. Kenny yelled something that sounded incoherent to Matt’s ears as Nick just stared into nothingness. His fingers played with her hair, twirling the soft strands around his finger. Matt had watched this very same scene so many times before in the past, except now a huge crimson shade stained her bright white tank top as well as his younger brother’s skin.
Words falling out through the window
All that remains is a silent call
Is the earth coloured red?
As I land like a flower on the meadow
Love is wild
Everything around her was dreamlike. The voices were familiar to her ears but they sounded so far away that it was impossible for her to identify who they belonged to. Inside her mind, memories were painted like polaroids - screenshots of the moments worth living again.
Their wedding, their first house, their first pet, the pregnancy plans, the countless trips across the country…sleepless nights where he stood beside her, talking about everything yet nothing at all in a futile attempt to keep her grounded. The stupid jokes and dances, the terrible Muppets impersonations. Everything seemed to flash before her eyes like an old movie until the pictures were consumed by flames.
You fell apart
Like a stone can be broken into sand
A thousand pieces
Spread across a crying land
Nick didn’t know how they got to this point, only that this is what desperation looks like. This was the only thing one who seemed to have lost everything could do. Life is strange, everything is so sudden and unstable. Yesterday there was sun, today there was rain… It’s funny how despair can make you do things you’ve never thought of doing before, and it’s even funnier to see how much despair a person can instill in you just by poisoning you with their love. Now you see, that was the problem. She poisoned him with her love, her smile, her kisses. She offered him everything he could never have: peace of mind, a light heart, constant smiles for no reason, overwhelming feelings of happiness just for having her love and then suddenly she wanted to rip that away from him, leaving him back in the darkness of his previous life. How was he supposed to live like that? Without her? Without her light? How can one survive when each breath they take feels like a burden? How does one manage to live without the only light that brightens their path? The answer is they can’t. So their only salvation is dragging their light into the darkness.
And you can’t remember that day
But you know it happened quiet
So quiet
The interior of the house was a chaotic mess. Blood, along with pieces of broken glass and porcelain covered the hardwood floor, the lighter pieces of furniture were thrown to the ground, the drawer which contained the kitchen knives was trashed and the blades now laid tossed on the kitchen floor.
The contents of her handbag were spread across the living room rug, the suitcase containing all of her clothes was broken and several amounts of cut fabric were strewn from the living room to the backyard where it all took place.
Kenny stared at everything in shock, the feeling of helplessness numbed his emotions as he stared at her deceased body in Nick’s arms. The once so joyful eyes were distant and lacking their usual sparkle as she now stared at the land with semi hooded lifeless eyes. Her blood stained Kenny’s hands, the reminder of his failed attempt of holding the life within her. As haunting as it was to see her in such a state, a part of Kenny felt relieved for her, because at least now she would have some peace. Up to a certain point that’s what her features presented themselves as: ultimate peace. The freedom she yearned for was finally here.
Words falling out through the window
All that remains is a silent call
Is the earth coloured red?
As I land like a flower on the meadow
Love is wild
Matt was nauseous. If it was because of the strong metallic scent of blood, her limp spiritless body or his brother’s brutal action, he didn’t know. Perhaps it was a mixture of everything. He thought about her parents and the effect this would have upon them, the worst fear of any parent would become true. Matt thought about his own parents and how they would react knowing their son had committed the ultimate sin of reaping a life. But more than anything, Matt thought about her and what must’ve gone through her mind as the final seconds of life slowly faded away. What was more disturbing to Matt though was the sense of tranquility that surrounded her and Nick.
Nick was calm in a way Matt had never seen before, it was bothersome to witness someone who just murdered their loved be so apparently unfazed by the current events and its fatal result. But the more Matt stared at him, the more it confused him. Was their tranquility rooted in a twisted form of despair for finally not having to be around each other or was it because they knew the aftermath of not having each other would be devastating to their souls?
Ooh ooh
The sirens of both the police and ambulance resonated faintly in the background. To Nick’s ears they sounded like coyotes in the desert.
Coyotes that were closer and closer to taking away the only thing that truly mattered in his life…her. They would steal her from him and he would never get to have her in his arms ever again. So Nick did the only thing he could do, he held her tighter and buried his face in the crook of her neck, his last attempt of forever imprinting on his mind her scent and the feeling of her soft skin underneath his fingertips. This was their last moment together until the coyotes came to rip her away forever.
Are your dreams as dead as they seem?
Are your dreams as dead as they seem?
All of their pictures distributed across the living room in white portraits were either broken or stained with blood. All were the silent reminder of the once beautiful dream that had resulted into the most horrific nightmare - nothing but a chronicle of a tragedy foretold.
Don’t you speak over my voice
I will return from the shadows
And I’ll bleed in your bed
Turn it red
Like the ground outside your window
The memories of the many laughs they shared in that land seemed to mock them now. Happy moments taunted his loss, reminding Nick of what he could never have again - at least for as long as he lived on this earth.
He never meant to get this far, but despair pushed him down the hill. And now, only one thing could end the pain Nick knew would devastate him once he was no longer able to have her in his arms.
Love is wild
Kenny’s mind processed it all in slow motion. He watched Nick grabbing the knife from the dirt before sliding the blade across his neck.
Matt’s eyes widened and a loud, painful cry left his lips as he ran towards his brother. “No, no, no, no. Nick!”
Matt’s hands covered his brother’s neck in an attempt to stop the bleeding, but from where he stood he could see the cut was too deep “No, Nick. NO!”
Love is wild
Matt’s face appeared blurry in front of Nick’s eyes. He could see the tears sliding down his older brother’s cheeks as a pure sense of peace flooded his emotions. Nick closed his fist around the fabric of her shirt and a small smile covered his lips once he saw her offering her hand to him, silently inviting him to follow her along. And that’s what he did without hesitation, he took her hand and followed her along.
You didn't know exactly why, but you carried Cash's envelope with you at all times. No matter what you did, where you were, it was always with you. Buying groceries? Take the envelope with you. Jogging? Take the envelope with you. At the office, scheduling for the next days? Take. The. Envelope. With. You.
Multiple times, you had opened it, desperate to find out what he had to say. But every time, you stopped yourself, for reasons unknown to you. With each passing day, you missed him more and more, until it became almost unbearable. A whole week had passed, and it was yet again Wednesday. As you lay in your hotel bed, you felt a sad smile spread across your lips. You were in North Carolina, and you were supposed to meet Cash's mom today...if things were still intact. She and some of his friends along with other family members were at ringside tonight. You had been excited for this day, because Cash had told you many sweet stories about his mother. And you had secretly hoped that she would've liked you...and you'd officially become a part of the family - something you craved ever since you had completely lost yours. You grabbed your phone to check the time, and your eyes fell on the envelope underneath it again. You softly ran your fingers over the white paper, and decided now was the time.
You were ready.
So you opened it and started reading...
Y/N,
I hope you will read this at some point not so far in the future. First of all, let me tell you the most important thing: I am sorry. I have messed this up, and there is no one else to blame but me. None of this is your fault, in case you were wondering. I know you always place the blame on you. But don't do it this time.
I've read the book you gave me for my birthday. It's beautiful. And I think it helped me understand us better. What we have, or had. What it could have been. What it was always supposed to be.
The silver thread in the sky that Rumo sees in the book, that eventually leads him to Rala, his one true love. I have experienced that too, with you. In the cafeteria. I may not have seen a thread, but I was drawn to you from the very beginning.
You are the end of my silver thread. My only one. Not Lindsay, not wrestling. You.
And I hope that I am at the end of your thread. If you think I am, please give me a call. Let me explain everything you don't understand yet, because I was too afraid to let you in. I can't afford to lose you, and I won't go down without a fight. Let us talk.
I miss you. Everything about you. Every place feels empty without you, everything seems to be unimportant if I can't share it with you.
Until our threads bring us together again.
- Cash
You didn't realize you were crying until you noticed the tear drops buckling the paper. You wiped your eyes a few times, and calmed yourself down, taking in deep breaths. Then, the corners of your mouth lifted up.
He had read the book. Didn't think it was cheesy. And he felt the same about the thread connecting two lovers: he pictured the two of you. Just like you did.
You re-read the letter a few times, and then took the phone in your hand. When you clicked on his name to call him, you couldn't help but smile to yourself. You missed him.
"H-hello." His voice was shaky, you could tell he was anxious.
"Hi."
Although you felt you were now ready to talk to him, you had no idea what to say. As a result, there was a long pause between the two of you, until you finally found your voice again. "I've read your letter, and it's...Let us talk in person today. After your match. Okay?"
You heard a sigh of relief on the other end before he spoke. "Okay." Then he cleared his throat, and continued. "I'll see you right after our match, so we can go somewhere private."
"Yeah, see you then." You closed your eyes, both excitement and fear consumed you now. "Bye Cash."
"See you later, Darlin." There it was again. Darlin. How you had missed it.
You didn't even realize he had hung up some time ago, as your thoughts circled about him calling you by your pet name. You longed for hearing it in person. Hopefully everything would be okay again...
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As soon as Cash hung up on you, he called Dax. He was overly excited. And scared for his life. What if he messed it up this time? What if he would not find the right words? Everything just HAD to work out this time. He wanted you back. He needed you back.
"Morning, Cash. I hope it's urgent." Right, Dax was not a morning person. His voice was raspy, and Cash could feel his annoyance through the phone.
"Sorry, didn't mean to wake you. I...I might need some romantic advice, and some words of encouragement. We'll talk tonight."
There was a short silence between them as Dax needed to process his best friend's words. Then he let out a hearty laughter. "Can't believe the letter worked. What did you write, man? Has never worked for me in my entire life! If you want my advice, it's simple: let her in. Tell her what's going on in your thick skull. And finally tell her you love her. She's the only person on this planet that doesn't know. You go and get your girl, Cash!"
"What if I-"
"No Cash. No but, no if, no nothing. You will get Y/N back tonight. Period. You apparently know the right things to say. Just think about the letter. What could possibly go wrong?"
Cash smiled, his friend was right. He knew what he wanted, he knew what needed to be said and done this time, and there wasn't a chance he'd let himself mess it up. "Thanks, Dax."
"Don't thank me for that. But I expect to be your best man once ya'll getting married..."
He wanted to protest, tell his friend to slow down a bit, but Dax had ended the call as soon as the words had left his mouth. So Cash sat there, still a little freaked out, and now also thinking about his friend's joke. If it was one.
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You had no idea what was going on. You just noticed the match between Proud and Powerful and FTR ended way earlier than planned. When you watched one of the monitors backstage, you saw Cash was out after a few minutes, kneeling at the side of the ring and being taken care off right there. Something had happened. Something bad. You had asked some other crew members if they knew what was going on, if he was okay, but no one could give you an answer.
You felt dizzy, like you were about to pass out. Your stomach turned as you rushed through the seemingly endless hallways backstage, until you made it to the medical rooms, hoping he'd be there and not be brought to the hospital. When you saw Dax stand in the doorframe, you let out a sigh and called out to him.
"Is he okay? What happened?!" You abruptly came to a stop in front of him, a little out of breath and uncertain of what to do next. He pulled you into a tight hug and rubbed your back. "Hey Y/N. Doc's taking care of him now. He's getting stitches. Something sliced his arm open, probably a loose hook, that's all I know." He paused for a second and looked at you. "You're really pale. No need to panic, he's gone through worse. He's gonna be alright. He asked for you though...so if you wanna go in there, he'd be really happy to see ya. Misses you like crazy." You took a step back and nodded at him before knocking at the doorframe. Before you finally entered the room, you turned back to Dax and whispered. "I miss him too." He gave you a knowing smile and nodded back at you.
Your knock on the door brought Cash out of his daze. He was exhausted, afraid of what his injury might mean for his career...and once he saw you standing there, also incredibly happy you'd shown up. "Hi Y/N." His voice was weak, as if he was afraid speaking up might scare you away.
You walked over to the stretcher he was sitting on, and thought about sitting down next to him, but decided against it. So you stood there, next to him, and soothingly put your hand on his shoulder, rubbing little circles into his skin. "How bad is it?" You asked, both Cash and Doc Sampson. The latter waited for Cash's okay so he could explain to you that the object had damaged some of his nerves and although this would not be a career-ending injury, he would feel the aftershocks of it for a long time. If everything was going well, he'd get his grip back. Eventually.
Then the doctor looked between the two of you, and dismissed himself to give you some privacy. When he was gone, you took his place in front of Cash, and weakly smiled at him, your hand on his thigh, before you repeated your question. "How bad is it, Cash?" You watched him slowly form a fist with his right hand, eyes flinching in pain. "He said I was lucky. An inch lower and all my nerves would have been cut through." He let out a puff of air. "I just don't feel very lucky recently..." Then, his eyes finally met yours. "Thank you for stopping by though. I really appreciate your concern."
He sighed heavily. "Can...can we talk now? Please?" You thought about it for a moment, unsure if this was the right time or place to discuss your relationship problems. But just as you nodded your head at him, both of you heard quite a turmoil coming from outside. Footsteps came closer and closer, and you heard a female voice. Although you didn't understand a word that was said, you could hear the sheer panic in her voice and you automatically knew that it had to be his mother. "Dax! Is he in there?!" The bald man tried his hardest to make her and all the others accompanying her stop in their tracks so the two of you could still have a moment, but he didn't stand a chance against so many people.
Cash watched in shock as you got up from your chair and told him you'd talk another time. "Darlin', please don't go. I need to talk to you. Now. I can't wait any longer. Please don't leave." He grabbed your hand and held it tight with his good hand.
Your heart skipped a beat, or multiple beats. He had said it again, and it sounded so beautiful in your ears. "We will talk, I promise. But you need to tell all these people outside that you are okay. They are worried." You explained while cupping his cheek with your free hand. "They're your family, Cash." With those words, you stepped away from him, and he let go of you. His eyes were glued to your frame as you left the room, while he whispered to himself.
Fandom: Impact Wrestling
Pairing: Ace Austin x Reader
Genre: Gen/Fluff
Warnings: N/A
Tag List: @elitehoe @doctorbrittbaker @poisonouspixiedust
A/N: This is what happens when I think about wrestling while grocery shopping…(I say this as if I am not often thinking about wrestling while completing daily tasks).
Wrestlers as Types of Kisses: i. Pac - Kiss to the Fingertips
Fandom: AEW
Pairing / Form: Pac x Reader / Drabble
Genre: What is a genre anyways? I mean…it’s soft, but it has some angst ig?? Mostly soft
Warnings: n/a
Word Count: 687
Characters: Pac, Reader
Plot: It’s not that Pac doesn’t want to touch Reader, to hold her hand, to hold her close, he’s just not quite sure if can - his hands were made to destroy, not comfort. First installment of my Wrestlers as Types of Kisses series.
Tag List: @doctorbrittbaker @elitehoe @poisonouspixiedust
Fandom: WWE
Pairing / Form: Pete Dunne x Reader / Drabble
Genre: Fluff, Comfort
Warnings: Panic attack, anxiety
Word Count: 135
Characters: Pete Dunne, Reader
Plot: Pete can’t get rid of Reader’s panic attacks, but he can be there, holding her close.
Tag List: @elitehoe @baysexuality @poisonouspixiedust
If there was one thing you loved about Jay White, it’s how verbal he is. He doesn’t hold back when it comes to speaking his mind and boy, the man can be explicit.
This flirting between the both of you had been going on for two months now. When you thought he was finally going to give in, he would come back the next day and tease you worse than you teased him.
But here’s the thing, Jay is a womanizer. A man which all women fell for and even - quite literally - fought over.
And you, well…you are prideful. You’d be damned before begging anything to a man let alone Jay fucking White.
You were determined to be the first woman to put him in his place, to make him crawl. But fuck, every time he teases you it makes it hard to remember to not give in.
After seeing some new female staff members flirting with him, you decided you’ve had enough of Jay White and this back and forth bullshit. And later that night at the NJPW’s G1 after party you were dressed to kill.
Wine red pencil skirt vintage style dress that stopped knees length with two slits from knee to mid thigh, deep v-line that exposed the soft skin of your cleavage, and a soft velvety material that hugged to your every curve, complemented your body and made you feel like a goddess, paired up with black six inch heels and your favorite Dior perfume were your own way of saying ‘fuck you Jay’.
“Damn, woman!” ELP whistled when you walked in the party venue “Are you trying to kill every man in this party? Because you’re being very successful already” He not so subtly adjusted himself in his pants as Tama took your hand in his “Shit, baby. Give us a 360”.
You turned around and the Bullet Club boys whistled and threw praises at you until a voice stopped them.
“Alright, that’s it” Jay stepped in your small circle and pulled you away from Tama. “That’s enough! Stop touching and drooling over something that doesn’t belong to you, boys!”
ELP snorted and the rest of the Bullet Club laughed.
“What? WHAT?” Jay spat and waited for someone to give him a reason to laugh as well.
“Oh nothing!” Tama laughed “It’s just that you seem to forget she doesn’t belong to you either”. The boys laughed as Jay told them to fuck off and once they were far enough he turned around to look at you “Holy shit” He licked his lips “Aren’t you a sight for sore eyes?”.
Your deep sigh made him frown “What?”. You measured him with your eyes from head to toe and took in the sight of Jay in a full black suit before snapping “Fuck off!”.
Your behavior only seemed to amuse him as he smirked “What’s wrong, honeybee? Why so bitter all of a sudden?”
Having enough of his attitude you spat back “Don’t you have enough newbies to stroke your ego already? Get lost, White!”
His smirk turned into a wide, cocky grin and he took a step closer to you, trapping you between his body and the classical piano behind you “Oh, is my little bee jealous?”
“You wish!”
His laugh rumbled in his chest as he dipped his head down “I do love a good ego stroking” Jay’s lips roamed slightly above yours “But there’s only one hand I want stroking my very large…ego”.
When his lips were close enough you thought he would kiss you, Jay pulled back and quickly turned you around. His hands gripped your hips and his erection came to rest against the supple mounds of your ass.
His head found its way between your hair until he reached your neck “Fuck, you smell so good” Jay’s muffled voice stated against your skin. His tongue traced the pulse point on your neck until he stopped at your jaw, beneath your right ear. “You look so fucking hot too”.
Your eyes found the new staff girls and you watched as they whispered something while staring directly at you and Jay. “I don’t think your new fans are enjoying your little show”.
Jay quickly looked at the girls and he snorted “And that’s my problem because?…Oh yeah, it isn’t!” He cupped your breasts through the soft velvety material as he rubbed himself on your ass “I want you” He whispered in your ear “We can do this the exhibitionist way if you pull your sexy dress up so I can fuck you on top of this piano until the whole company watches just how good you can take this cock. Or we can do this the private way back at the hotel’s penthouse, all night long and on top of every flat surface we can find” Jay softly scraped his teeth on your jaw as his fingers found your hard clothed nipples “So what’s it gonna be, honeybee?” He pressed himself closer to your body “Public show or private show?”.
This is @omg-im-such-a-masochist fault. She took advantage of me when I was drunk the other night and this blurb came out. So blame her.
Word count: not sure because I’m on mobile but pretty short.
Summary: While out at dinner with friends, Adam’s girlfriend decided to tease her boyfriend by talking back to him and giving him an attitude. He decided that when they got home, she needed a spanking. But not the usual kind.
Warnings: smut. 18+. Slight bondage. Spanking. Possible typos. (I tried to catch them all but again, on mobile. Also not completely sober now either 😂) And spacing. I’m sorry. Mobile sucks. I’ll fix it when I get home.
Tagging @sldghmmr because I said I would if I wrote it.
(Gif credit to @champseths its perfect)
Back talking your boyfriend while out to dinner was not the smartest decision you made that night. Sure at the time it was all fun and laughs. But as soon as you got home with the front door closed, his hand was buried into your hair telling you how he was going to remind you your place.
“Oh what are you gonna do about it? Spank me?” You asked sarcastically, a hint of a laugh in your voice.
His fingers tightened in your hair. “Your damn right.”
You wiggled your butt against him, knowing that you could definitely handle that from Adam tonight. You might even be willing. Especially with another glass of wine. But a small chuckle in your ear startled you.
“Who said anything about it being on your ass?”
Several minutes later you were flat on your back on your kind size bed. Wrists tied to ropes attached to the bed posts. Adam still dressed in his nice dress pants and dark blue button down shirt between your legs staring down at you. Fingers lightly running through your thick folds. Commenting on how talking back to him must be getting you off because of how wet you are. Right before giving you a stinging smack to your most sensitive area. Gasping through gritted teeth as you pulled on the restraints he just smiled down at you. He teased you for a while, back and forth between pain and pleasure. Circling your clit lightly until a moan would escape your lips before slapping again before you can enjoy it too much. Fingers running up and down your thighs, leaving your body constantly shivering with anticipation never knowing which time he would slip his fingers up further into your soaking pussy. All while telling you how he doesn’t appreciate being spoken too the way he was earlier. Eventually, you were a stuttering sloppy mess. Tears falling from your eyes. Sweat beading over your body. Your sheets an absolute mess. Begging, pleading for forgiveness and release. He just chuckled again.
“Oh you don’t get to come. This was nothing more than a spanking princess. A punishment. If you’re a good girl next time, then you can get rewarded”
But he does offer that if you’ve learned your lesson, and poor pussy was sore, he’s kiss it to make it better. Before your brain can muster up any kind of reply his lips fingers spread your lips and his mouth was on your nub. It didn’t matter how gentle he was with you for a change, because you’re so sensitive his lips lightly brushing over your swollen clit we’re about to send you over the edge. His tongue grazes it again as his lips wrap around it for another long kiss. The light vibrations in his lips proving too much as your whole body tensed. A breathless scream leaving your lips as your back arched pushing your dripping pussy closer to the warm sensation of his mouth. His tongue flicked over your clit again as he leaned up, smirking, his beard soaking wet.
“Did you just cum? After I specifically told you no? Oh sweetheart. Now we have to start all over.”
prompt: "i've been thinking about burying myself in you all day."
warnings: smut
Usually, you hated doing media. You hadn't become a wrestler to give interviews or answer questions all day. Frankly, you were sort of awkward and never felt like they went as good as they could have. That being said, you absolutely loved conventions. You got to be around fans, likeminded people who were also very passionate about this thing that you loved. Today was your second day at a 3-day convention, and despite how happy you had been all day, you were glad it was over. Unlike the two nights before, you had gone to bed all alone, but tonight Nick had flown in and would be staying with you for the night and last day.
"I don't understand how you can look so good right now. I mean, you were running around doing the most stuff today," Penelope said as she walked with you back to the hotel. You shrugged, having been very careful that you looked presentable when you got back to Nick. It had been a long week for both of you, and this convention had been a bit of a surprise for you. The two of you had been feeling the lack of intimacy that always came with unusually busy schedules.
"I have a very gorgeous man waiting for me in that lobby. I've got an elevator ride and maybe 40 feet to drive him crazy," you joked. Penelope rolled her eyes. You could walk in there looking like a bridge troll and Nick would still want to tear your clothes off of you. You knew it and so did Penelope.
"Well, I'm going to Allie's if you guys get done early. I think she mentioned a movie marathon," Penelope offered. You felt a little bad about ditching your friends to shack up with Nick, but there was no way you were making it out of the hotel room before breakfast.
"On the off-chance Nick will let me out of his sight once we're together, I'll try to stop by." Nothing would come of your little promise, but Penelope didn't seem bothered. In fact, she was one of the biggest supporters of your relationship. If not for her not-so-gentle and guiding hand, then the two of you would have never even gotten together in the first place.
"Use protection, I'm not waiting another nine months to wrestle you."
You brushed off Penelope's comment as you walked into the hotel lobby. Nick was sitting on the couch in a ridiculous outfit that only he would dare wear as well as he was. You wanted to surprise him, but Nick seemed to know exactly when you had entered the room because he looked up and right at you. You shot him a smile and little wave, which he returned.
"Good evening gorgeous," you greeted as you pressed a kiss to his lips. Nick smiled and looked away from you, trying to hide his bashfulness. That was quick to change when he pulled you onto his lap. Almost immediately, you could feel the well-hidden bulge in his pants. "We should get to the room now."
"Good idea," Nick agreed. The two of you rushed up to your hotel room, Nick carrying his bags behind him. In the elevator, Nick stood a little extra close to you, brushing his hips against your ass as he ran his hand along the side of your neck. You were past the point of goosebumps and had gone straight to slight shivers.
"It's not nice to tease Nicholas," you warned. He hid his smirk well when you turned back to look at him. You were one to talk, having been posting pictures from the convention all day, and sending a few private ones to Nick when you managed to find yourself alone. Those were the ones etched into his brain, what he had been seeing every single time he closed his eyes that day.
"Don't you worry, when we get in there, I won't tease," Nick promised you. The elevator dinged, and the two of you printed down the hallway. You fumbled a little putting in the passcode to the room, Nick's mouth kissing and nipping at your skin made it hard for you to focus.
Nick reached past you at the sound of the door beeping, pushing it open for you. The two of you stumbled into the threshold, not bothering to shut the door before you started kissing each other. You attended to the door while Nick undressed himself. He was nearly completely naked by the time that you got to the bed.
"As nice as your outfit was today, I don't want to see it on your body anymore. You're not going to be wearing anything for the rest of the night," Nick told you. His tone sent chills down your spine. It became very obvious that he had been waiting for this moment for a long time. You had as well, but Nick was really going to be the one to reap the benefits of his patience.
"Be careful and don't rip it," you told him. Nick gave you a look, one that was silently asking if he had ever actually ripped any of your clothes. He hadn't, but he had gotten pretty damn close to it on multiple occasions. You sat back and let Nick undress you, even though he definitely teased you in the process. With the two of you finally naked, you laid back against the bed as Nick kneeled in front of you. He was stroking himself as he took a second to admire your body, something that he always did before the two of you got intimate.
"I've been thinking about burying myself in you all day."
Nick's words seemed to strike a chord in you. You pulled his towards you, not wanting either of you to have to wait any longer for this. Nick had already worked you into a dripping mess, and you were sure that being as hard as Nick was had to be getting a little uncomfortable. You wrapped your legs around Nick's waist as he leaned over your body, hips thrusting slowly at first to test the waters.
He could have moved faster, but this was his last effort in teasing you. You could count the slower strokes before he started focusing more on his own pleasure. Nick's head stayed lower as he alternated between kissing along your neck and chest to watching as he disappeared inside of you. You found your own eyes drifting down to watch as well, even if you got distracted by the flexing of his muscles with each thrust.
"Nick," you moaned as you tilted his head up to kiss him. Nick pressed his lips against yours in a messy kiss before breaking it. Your thighs clenched against his body as you felt yourself start to cum. Above you, Nick pressed more kisses to your skin as you chanted his name over and over again, becoming louder the closer you were to finishing.
"Yeah, Say. My. Name," Nick said, punctuating each word with a hard thrust. Suddenly, his thrusts slowed down before coming to a complete stop. Nick sat back on his knees, panting as he wiped his forehead. "We are not done here."
"I didn't think we would be," you said with a smirk as you sat up and pulled him back on top of you. It would be a little while until you could go again, but you and Nick kept yourselves occupied until he was ready again.
A/N: I feel like daily life with Cash would be wonderful. He's a sweet and funny guy, so everything would be entertaining with him. Even running errands...
"What else do we need, Darlin'?" Cash looked at you as you checked the shopping list on your phone.
"Hmm, milk, eggs, we need some fruit and vegetables, Pawla needs a new toy, your protein powder, I need tampons...and if you want me to cook that recipe for duck breast with dumplings, we need potatoes and...duck breast."
"Baby, don't take it personally...but please don't cook any of your family recipes for me for a while. The past three days have been wonderful, you know I love your cooking, but please stop. I'm gonna get fat. And we both don't want that, right?" He tried to reason with you, and rubbed your back in order to appease you. You knew you may have overdone it, but you were so excited to have him all for yourself for a whole week - no AEW appearances, no interviews, no meet and greets. Just Cash and you, for seven days.
Your response was a soft hum, followed by a smart remark. "Cash, Sweetie, you're not gonna get fat. It's just your body desperately trying to adjust itself to the size of your butt."
Hi, after their win at Forbidden Door, I feel extra gooey for my country boy Cash. Could you do “it’s your turn to do the dishes.” “let’s get a divorce.” “we aren’t married yet, my love.” “well we sure as hell aren’t getting married now.” for him, please?
Dishes to Divorce
Pairing: Cash Wheeler x Reader
Warning(s): None
Word Count: 160
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"Dinner was great tonight babe," Cash said as we cleared the table.
"Thanks," I said. "You got the dishes tonight?"
"Uh, I did them last night," Cash said.
"So?" I asked.
"So, it's your turn to do the dishes," Cash said.
"Then I want a divorce," I said.
"We aren't married yet, love," Cash said.
"Well we sure as hell aren't getting married now," I teased.
"I guess there go my plans," Cash said.
"What plans?" I asked.
"It doesn't matter now since we aren't getting married," Cash said with a shrug.
"You're mean," I said.
"You started it," Cash said.
I sighed as I put the last of the dishes from dinner into the sink.
"What if we do the dishes together?" I asked. "I'll wash if you dry."
"That I can do," Cash said, grabbing a dish towel.
"And then you can fill me in on those plans," I said.
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