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always been you

a game of truth or dare turns into a drunken confession and a night you’ll never forget

18+

“My turn.” You say as you lean back on your hands. There’s a coffee table separating the two of you as you sit on the floor, staying as close to the fireplace as you can to feel the warmth emitting from the blaze.

“Truth or dare?”

“Dare.” Tyler says as he rolls up his sleeves. A rosy shade casted over his cheeks a while ago, you assumed it was because he was still wearing that hoodie even though he was sitting only a few feet away from the fire, or the alcohol surging through his veins.

You thought about it for a moment, but the buzz was keeping you from being able to think of anything that would be worth it.

“Call your dad and tell him you got fired.” A goofy grin spread across your face.

“He’s never gonna believe that.” Tyler deadpans. “And if I call him at two in the morning to tell him that, then tell him it’s a joke- yeah, nah.” he shakes his head with a drunken chuckle.

You shrugged and slid the shot glass the two of you had been passing back and forth towards him.

“You know the rules.” You tell him with a coy smile.

He eyed you for a moment, attempting to let an annoyed look cross his face but a slight smirk played on his lips after. He took his shot and for once, didn’t wince at the sear of the alcohol.

“My turn.” He says after he pours some more liquor from the bottle into the shot glass and slides it towards you. “You’ll need that for this one. Truth or dare?”

“Truth.”

“Of course you pick truth.” He rolls his eyes. “Alright let me think.”

You watched as he tapped his fingers against the side of the liquor bottle, keeping his eyes on the amber poison filling it halfway.

A lot of different questions had been lingering on the tip of his tongue all night, but he was only able to ask now that the liquor was doing what the liquor does best.

“Do you have your eyes on anyone?” He blurted. It took you back a bit when you heard that question.

“Do I have my eyes on anyone? What like, a crush?” You asked for clarification.

“Yeah.” He shrugged.

“Nope.” You tried to confidently say, even though you started feeling your palms get clammy.

He tore his eyes off of the bottle and set them on you, his gaze questionable, almost as if he wasn’t sure about your answer.

“So you and Daniel aren’t-“

“Danny?” You blurted. His fingers stopped tapping against the bottle when he heard the nickname.

“Garcia. Yeah.” He muttered gruffly.

“No? Why would you ask that?”

You narrowed your eyes at him, picking up on the sudden shift of energy. You couldn’t place your finger on the reason, but you were positive you sensed a sudden change.

He eyed you for a moment, the strong contact made you feel flustered but you didn’t shy from him. His tongue slid between his lips before he spoke.

“Just wondering.” He shrugged.

“Just wondering?” You peered your eyes more.

“Yeah.” He shrugged again. “I mean I just know you two are close so I thought I’d ask. Your turn.”

You picked up on the nervousness when he ran his hands through his hair, tearing his eyes off of you to look anywhere else. You kept your sights on him until he looked back at you.

“I’d never think about him like that. Truth or dare?”

“Truth.” He says, watching as you slid the shot glass closer to him.

“Do you have your eyes on anyone?” You asked. You didn’t know how you went from asking simple questions half the night to this.

He looked down at the table and shook his head.

“Nah, not really.” he says. He picks his head back up and looks at you, narrowing your eyes on him again. “no I don’t.” He clarifies, pulling on the collar of his hoodie twice.

“Take a shot.” You smirked, nodding towards the glass.

“Why?”

“Cause you’re lying.” You chuckle.

“No I’m not.” He defended, sliding the glass away.

“Yes you are, Ty. I know when you’re lying.”

“How?” He raises his brows.

“You always pull on your clothes or mess with your hair.” You pointedly state. “And if you say that’s not true, take a double shot.”

You slid the glass back across the table, his hand caught it but he didn’t take his eyes off you.

“Or you can just tell me who it is?” You shrug. “Your choice”

He titled his head to the side. His eyes roamed down to your lips for a fraction of a second before they dropped down to the shot glass.

“I can’t do that.” He mutters before he takes the shot.

“Why not?” You asked.

“Just can’t.” He says after he clears his throat. “Truth or dare.”

“You tell me everything.” You remind him. You didn’t understand why he could tell you some of the most embarrassing things he’s ever done but he can’t tell you who he has feelings for.

“Yeah but this is different.” He says. “Truth or dare.”

You dropped your eyes to the table. You couldn’t help the pang in your chest and you knew it wasn’t emphasized by your alcohol consumption.

Tyler noticed the change in your demeanor. He didn’t expect you to get quiet on him. The silence between the two of you was making him feel uneasy. The shift from the lighthearted energy so something a bit more tense.

The unavoidable feeling that he just fucked himself out of any chance he had made him want to blurt out the truth, but he was still too hesitant to do it.

“Truth or dare.” He asked again, waiting for you to look back at him.

“Dare.” You quietly said.

“I dare you-“

“Is it someone I know?” You cut him off. His brows furrowed together. You saw the confusion on his face and assumed he forgot about the previous topic you were on.

“The girl.” You clarified. “Do I know her?”

His shoulders visibly slouched and a sigh slipped through his lips. You thought you were annoying him and shook your head as you said, “Nevermind, sorry. I won’t ask anything else about her.”

“Why do you want to know this bad?” He asked. His voice was much softer, a bit of a tenderness to it.

“I’ve never heard you talk about another girl before.” You shrugged, glancing up at him before you adverted your attention to the fire starting to die down.

“I doubt it’s even mutual.” You heard him say, looking back at him and noticing the way he was keeping his eyes on the bottle.

“Why do you say that?” You asked.

“I don’t know. Just can’t imagine someone like her being with me.”

You felt your heart sink at both the way he was speaking about her and the evident lack of confidence he had. Despite how much it pained you to hear him talk about her, you still managed to give him encouragement.

It felt like hyping him up to send him into someone else’s arms, but you always knew that it would never be you.

“I doubt that, Ty.” You tell him, and his eyes flash to you instantly. “I don’t see how anyone could ever turn you down. If you like her this much, you should tell her. Life’s too short to not go after what you want.”

The words felt like poison on your tongue, leaving your throat with the feeling of something being stuck right in the middle of it.

You had to look away from him, refusing to allow yourself to show how you truly felt. What was left of the fire caught your attention, serving as a distraction from his intense gaze.

You didn’t look back at him until he took his eyes off of you. He got up and grabbed one of the wooden logs sitting by the fireplace and stacked it on top of the rest, then he walked around the coffee table and sat down next to you.

You slid over to give him some more space. The strong blaze was reignited and you assumed he was getting too hot sitting where he was, but you couldn’t help the butterflies that erupted in your stomach when his shoulder brushed yours, then hated the feeling immediately after.

“So you picked dare, right?” He asks, keeping his eyes on the table. It was hard for you to look at him when he was sitting just inches apart from you. The strong scent of his cologne suddenly overpowered the firewood.

“I did.” You nod.

“Alright. I dare you to call Tony and tell him you quit.”

“What?” Your eyes snapped to him, trying to see if he was serious, but he kept his eyes on the table. “You know I can’t do that.”

“There’s the bottle then. You know the rules.” He shrugged easily, still not looking over at you.

“Fine.” You say before you lean closer, reaching across him to grab the bottle and the shot glass, but he turned his head and caught your lips with a sudden kiss.

Your hands stilled, the shock of the moment suddenly making you forget how to function. He leaned in more and you didn’t pull back. His hands slowly reached for your hips as he turned towards you, never breaking the connection.

You felt his fingertips slide beneath your shirt, warm against your skin as his lips moved rhythmically with yours. It wasn’t until you wrapped your arms around the back of his neck that he fully pulled you in and you felt him smile against you.

You broke apart, a tad bit dizzy and cheeks blazing with heat. His thumbs stroked your sides slowly just to feel the smoothness of your skin.

“It’s you. Always has been.” He admits. His eyes were soft and round, filled with admiration yet glazed with a bit of worry, but it all ceased when you cupped his cheek and leaned back into him, locking your lips once more.

There was a sudden anticipation for everything he could offer in that moment. You threw all caution to the wind when your desire got the absolute best of you.

Your thighs straddled his lap, chest to chest but not feeling close enough. Every move you made was a reaction of pure need for him that you never thought you would ever be able to act upon.

Your hands grabbed the end of his hoodie and pulled it up halfway. He broke the kiss to pull it over his head, along with the black shirt he had on underneath.

The second he tossed the clothes elsewhere his lips landed back on yours, filled with even more anticipation than before.

Your hands roamed down his chest and his torso, feeling every muscle perfectly sculpted beneath the pads of your fingers. He let a soft sigh pass through his lips when he felt your nails gently rake down his abs and hook beneath the waistband of his sweats.

Suddenly it felt like so much more than when it started. Overwhelming yet you couldn’t get enough.

He leaned back a bit, breaking the kiss once more, each time only left you wanting back it even worse.

He kept his eyes focused intently on yours, analyzing every single one of your expressions as he grabbed the end of your shirt and slowly lifted it up.

You lifted your arms and he pulled it over your head, his eyes wanting so badly to drink in the look of your breasts practically spilling out of your bra, but he felt like any little move he made could potentially be a deal breaker for you.

He never imagined this would ever happen, though he had a guilty pleasure of imagining what it would be like if it ever did. Now that he has you, he’s horribly afraid to lose you.

His hand slightly trembled as he pushed some hair behind your ear. You felt so exposed, so vulnerable, yet at the same time, so effortlessly at ease with him.

His hand cupped your cheek, thumb running across your swollen bottom lip before it caressed your skin.

“Are you sure this is what you want?” He whispers. His voice just as soft as the crackling of the fire behind him.

His glassy eyes stared so deeply into yours, searching for any sign of hesitation. You nodded, fingertips twisting the ends of his hair at the back of his neck.

“If you knew how long i’ve wanted this, you wouldn’t even have to ask me that.” you whispered back, and his lips tipped up before he crashed them back into yours.

All hesitation suddenly washed away, leading into the pure desires you wanted to unleash for far too long.

You felt his arms wrap around your back and slowly lower you down to the floor. Your thighs spread, making space for him between them all too easily.

He pulled back slightly when he found the clasp of your bra. You arched your back and he unlatched it, pulling the straps down your arms and tossing it over with your other forgotten pieces of clothing.

The heat of the fire was nothing compared to the effects he was having on you. The warmth of his skin flush against yours was serving for a thousand fires of their own spreading rapidly through your veins.

You felt his bulge strongly against your core, raising your hips in anticipation and earning a low groan to reverberate from his chest.

He dropped his head down to your shoulder, his lips finding a sensitive spot just beneath your ear and he knew it when a shaky, soft sigh left your lips.

His elbows rested next to your head, the ends of his hair tickled your cheek as he worked magic on that sweetspot he was proud that he found so easily.

You tilted your head to the side to allow him full access. Your fingers tangled up in his soft hair, giving it an involuntary tug when you felt his teeth graze your skin.

“Tyler” You breathed out, and felt him twitch underneath his sweatpants.

You turned your head to catch his lips, savoring the flavor of liquor and his own personal taste.

Your hands found the waistband of his sweats and pulled them down as much as you could reach, and he smirked against your lips before he leaned up on his knees.

The last bit of your clothing was next to go when he slid the pants down your legs, discarding them behind him before he placed a trail of warm, wet kisses up your inner thigh.

His eyes shot up to you as he lowered his head down, his lips just barely grazing your skin. The heat of his steadied breaths lingered over your aching core, heightening your anticipation by the passing second.

He sensed your impatience, noting the way your body reacted to every simple touch.

“Let me take my time with you.” He whispers, tilting his head to the side as he runs his finger smoothly down your slit, collecting the sweetness he’s dying to taste on the tip of his digit.

You sighed out, your eyes rolling back as you attempted to keep from being too needy, but it was nearly impossible to help.

He chuckled before he finally lowered himself down and cupped his lips around your clit, suckling slowly just to see how you would react.

A gasp flew past your lips, morphing into a moan that he loved the sound of. He kept his eyes on you. Your mouth falling open and all the soft, sweet sounds that flew from your lips. Your chest starting to heave when he flicked his tongue over your clit. The slight tremble of your thighs when he picked up the pace.

He suddenly loved himself a little more simply for the things he was able to do for you. If he’s ever felt like he was on top of the world, it was in that moment, when his face was buried between your thighs.

Your fingers laced through his hair, pulling on the locks every time his skillful tongue swirled around your clit. There was a new blaze igniting within you, one that you weren’t sure would be put out anytime soon.

You felt his arm press against your hips, keeping you from squirming as he flicked his tongue with a speed that made every nerve in your body buzz.

If you wanted to stay quiet, it would’ve been no use. Your moans and whimpers echoed around the room, serving as his motivation to do whatever you wanted just so he could hear those beautiful sounds again and again.

He pushed his middle finger between your walls, internally cursing at how tight you clenched around it. He found that sweet spot and curled his finger repeatedly, reveling in the whines and whimpers that you couldn’t control.

Your hand gave his hair a harsh pull, only making him smirk against you. He sensed your pending release when your walls throbbed around him, and suddenly that became his one and only focus.

You couldn’t control yourself, letting all sorts of rambled moans and cries of pleasure fill the air with each pump of just one of his fingers.

Your thighs caged in around his head when the over sensitivity made your muscles nearly spasm, but he used his elbows to spread them back apart and keep them pinned to the floor.

A panting, moaning, trembling mess beneath him was what you turned into, and he was adoring every moment.

You felt a rush of pure euphoria course heavily through your body, nearly blinding you as you screwed your eyes shut and allowed it to fully consume you.

Your back arched off the floor and he slowed down the pumps of his fingers just to ride you through it. Satisfaction evident on his face when you opened your eyes and found him hovering over you with an eased smirk gracing his lips.

“Need a minute?” He mused, clearly with a bit of a cocky edge to his tone, but he earned it.

You shook your head before you pulled him down to your lips, tasting yourself and now only hints of the liquor from earlier.

You felt him slowly push into you little by little. Your nails dug into his shoulders as he stretched you out, and he paused.

“I’ll go slow.” He whispers, placing a gentle kiss to your cheek before he finds one of your hands and intertwines his fingers with yours.

Your eyes rolled back when he pushed all the way in. A breathy moan from you and a raspy sigh from him transpired between the two of you.

Your eyes fluttered open when you relaxed around him. He was waiting for you to tell him that you were ready, so you nodded and raised your hips to encourage him. Your voice would’ve betrayed you if you tried to speak.

He eyed you carefully as he slowly started moving, pulling and pushing his hips with a steady and smooth rhythm. You couldn’t bring yourself to tear your eyes off of him.

His stare was too captivating, especially in a moment such as that. Every little move he made, your body effortlessly responded to. You couldn’t help it even if you tried.

His forehead rested against yours as his lips barely brushed your own. You tried to catch his kiss, but he just wanted to tease.

His infamous smirk spread across his lips when a whimper left yours, and he started rocking into you just a little faster.

He silenced the gasp that flew past your lips with yet another addictive kiss. His tongue explored all that it could, the flavor of you seeping into his tastebuds as he snapped his hips even harder.

You arched your hips to meet his thrusts halfway, chasing after another earth shattering orgasm when you felt it brewing within you.

Your walls clenched down around him and his mouth fell open against your lips. Labored breaths fanned your skin as his hand squeezed yours before he pinned it above your head.

You glanced down between the two of you, watching the muscles contract with every thrust. Your bodies were slick with sweat, slickly sliding against one another.

You glanced back up at him. The orange glow of the fire put a gleam in his dark, low eyes. You reached up and pushed his hair back before bringing him back down to your lips.

The kiss was sloppier than before. Any sense of control the two of you had was surely lost now that your bodies were on the verge of simultaneously falling into the pits of euphoria.

You felt the edge getting closer and closer. You couldn’t keep the sounds he pulled from you contained, nor would he want you to.

His head dropped to your shoulder and his hand squeezed yours again, keeping it pinned above your head tightly as he crashed into you with a force that sent you spiraling.

His heavy pants and raspy groans intensified, but it wasn’t until he whispered your name twice against your shoulder that you were brought right over the edge.

Your back arched off the floor and he leaned up on his elbows, never letting his thrusts falter as he watched you come undone beneath him.

Your eyes screwed shut and mouth fell open. Your nails dug deep into his shoulders, raking down his back and all across it. He was sure he would have scars after this, considered it an accomplishment.

Watching your orgasm completely engulf you was all he needed to hit that high of his own. The second he felt the warmth spill out of you, he was done for completely.

His lips landed on yours as he stilled his hips, holding himself as deep as he could to give you everything he had.

You moans buzzed against his lips, chests both heaving and sweat soaking your bodies. You felt his heart racing against yours, he felt your walls pulsating around him.

You finally opened your eyes and looked up at him. A sight to behold if you’ve ever seen one. He was always handsome, but in this moment, he was more than that.

His hair was tousled every which way, because your hands had ran all through it. His lips were puffy and red, because you left them kissbitten. His eyes were filled with undeniable admiration, because he was staring at you.

You let a soft smile slip across your lips as you traced the tattoos on his chest. He watched your finger gently run over the outlines before he looked back into your eyes.

“Did you mean it?” You asked, keeping your eyes on the ink. “It’s always been me?”

He grabbed your hand and stopped your mindless traces, making sure you were looking in his eyes when he said his next few words.

“It’s always been you, y/n. Always has been, always will be, no matter what.”

“You should’ve confessed way sooner. I could’ve been yours a long, long time ago.” You smiled.

He nods as he holds your hand over his heart. “I should’ve, but I have plenty of time to make up for that. You’re mine now, and I don’t plan on ever letting you go.”

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rare occasions he is possessed with babygirlism 🎀

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hey look at me posting here's my painting

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my pookie bear 🥰 he's so cute i just 🫠🫠 everytime i see him

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just a suggestion: make your fic parts longer or expand on topics more (I honestly don’t mean to sound rude) only love 🫶🏻

im lazy 🫶

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wherefore art thou, hook? (prince! hook x reader) [part 1]

you own a small shop on the east side of the village. the heir to the throne notices you.

gn reader, fairytale au

The Royal Family was a big deal in your home country. Unlike other current "monarchies," the Senerchia's actually had both social and political power. Which is why they were able to make the prince's annual birthday parade a holiday, a birthday parade that had mandatory attendance. Which was annoying.

It's not that you hated the Royal Family. Quite the opposite. Their actions had shown time and time again that they deeply cared for their people. But, the big spectacle? Making every little thing a big scene? You weren't a fan, honestly. But still, you sat outside your small shop and waved as horse-powered floats went by. The prince, Tyler, waved back to you. His eyes softened, and his mouth turned up into a smile as he did so.

As he went by, you couldn't help but think about how your life could've been different if you were him. Or maybe if King Taz had another child, and that child was you. Or by some miracle, in some other parallel universe, Tyler had fallen in love with you at first sight and asked you to marry him.

That stuff only happens in fairytales, though.

At the end of the parade line, you decided to go back in and finish your cleaning. It was a slow day, and not many people needed to order or pick up their baked goods, it seemed.

You spent the next 2 hours sweeping, wiping windows, and cleaning the steps leading up to the door of the shop. The "shop" wasn't really all that much of a shop. You just dedicated the entire first floor of your home to your love of baking. Your room and bathroom were up the stairs inside. You went up those stairs to go change until loud knocks at the door stopped you. You grumbled a bit a turned to go answer the door.

The man at the door was in a Royal Guard's uniform. Uh-oh. What did you do, y/n?

Luckily, he wasn't there to throw you in a dungeon or send you to the gulliotine. He actually gave you an envelope, with your name on it. He watched you open it. The contents of the envelope included an invitation to the prince's birthday party.

Was... an entire parade not enough for him?

And more importantly, why the hell were you invited?

The sound of the guard clearing his throat made you look up.

"So, (Mr./Ms.) y/n, will you be attending?"

"Of course," you responded.

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Ghost Hunts

Synopsis: You and Hook get more than you bargained for when you decide to go ghost hunting on Halloween night

Warnings: paranormal activity, cursing, mentions of past deaths, fluff and ghosts doing ghostly activities

A/N: happy spooky season besties 👻 thank you to the anon who requested this to me! i hope you love it! also, hook is tyler in this, just so nobody gets confused about that. also i did tryyy to make this thrilling but i think it turned into a comedy imo, i’ll let y’all be the judge! enjoy!

(the title is lame as hell but i couldn’t think of anything else so here we are😂)

-feel free to send me halloween/spooky season requests and ideas you have! gonna be writing for it the whole month of october 🎃👻🧡

Tyler switched the key in the ignition as he stared ahead at a large, victorian style house you’d been telling him you wanted to visit for months now.

He heard you unbuckle your seatbelt and looked over at you, seeing the excitement in your eyes when you looked back at him.

You always talked his head off about this one specific historical attraction, so he took it upon himself to give the owners a call and see if it was possible for the two of you to get permission to privately tour that apparently haunted place.

The right amount of money permitted you both the approval to spend Halloween night there, and just like many of the tourists that come to visit, you quickly found out why it was named one of the most haunted attractions in the country.

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“Ready?” You grinned, already having one hand on the door handle.

Tyler unbuckled his seatbelt and nodded before he opened his door and slid out the car. He came around to your side to open up your door like he always does, but you were too excited to wait.

He looked down at you with a half-smirk on his lips as he shut your door and grabbed your hand, leading you towards the stone steps that invited you into that not-so-inviting house.

He stopped when he reached the door and turned back around to face you, rubbing his thumb over the top of your hand.

“I know you’re excited, but I just don’t want you to get your hopes up and feel let down if nothing happens tonight. I still think this is just some old ass house that people pay way too much money to come tour because they think ghosts are gonna pop out at them.”

You shot him a look and rolled your eyes. “Well, just for your information, there’s been countless reports of people seeing shadows and all kinds of stuff here, but I know you won’t believe anything until it’s proven, so let’s go in.”

He couldn’t argue with that, so he just shrugged his shoulders before he spun back around and opened the door.

The creaking of the rusty hinges echoed back to you, along with your slow footsteps the second you stepped inside. There was already an eerie feeling lingering through the air, almost as if you were immediately stepping foot in forbidden territory.

Tyler closed the door and looked around at the large portraits aligned on the walls, and he didn’t particularly like how their eyes seemed to follow him when he walked around.

You took a few steps towards a large room off to the side of the entranceway, and Tyler followed behind you. The first thing he noticed was a wooden rocking chair in the corner by a large bay window, and a little rag doll with button eyes sitting on it.

He tried to stifle his laugh, but it caught your attention. You looked over at him and noticed that he was trying to keep a straight face, but failing miserably.

“What are you laughing at?” You asked, following his eyes over to the rocking chair.

“That doll.” He says as he walks over to it. “They really put a rag doll in a rocking chair. They watch too many movies.” He shakes his head as he starts to look around the room.

“And look at this-“ he points up at a set of porcelain dolls sitting on the mantle above the fireplace. “Someone really said, hey, let’s find some of the creepiest dolls ever made and put them on the mantle. Then people will have to believe this place is haunted.”

You shot him a look and waited for him to notice. When he looked back at you, he still had a wide smile plastered across his face.

“Baby, I’m sorry, but I told you what I think. This is just a place for people to make money scamming tourists. I mean, look at all this shit. It looks like a horror movie set, does it not? Who decorates their shit like this?”

“These are items from the first family who ever lived here, Tyler. Remember we read about the family of six who passed away from pneumonia in the 1800’s. This is their stuff.”

“So that family is supposed to be lurking around haunting this place?” He crossed his arms over his chest and you could see the skepticism clear as day on his face.

“They’re not the only ones who have passed away here, Tyler. There’s been people who were working on the roof and fell off. A maid who used to work for the family had a heart attack on the second floor. Not to mention, the fourth floor was used as an infirmary at one point in time too. They don’t even know how many people have actually been buried in the back yard. You’d know all of this if you listened to me when I talk about it.”

He vaguely recalled all of that, but didn’t get the chance to say anything back when the sound of rusty hinges creaking from somewhere above you echoed through the room.

His eyes immediately snapped over to the entryway, recognizing that sound as the front door when he opened and closed it earlier, but it was still shut.

He looked back down at you and the look you had on your face that screamed, I told you so.

“This is an old ass house. It’s gonna make noises.” He says, but you just shrugged your shoulders and headed out that room, over towards the staircase.

“Where are you going?” He calls after you when you make your way halfway up to the second floor. You looked back down at where he was standing at the bottom of the stairs.

“To explore.” You nodded towards the top of the stairs. “You coming? Or are you too scared?” You teased with a challenging smirk that made his eyes narrow in on you, before he started heading up the stairs after you.

The second floor had a heavier feeling the moment you reached the top step. There was an icy chill in the air that immediately made your whole body shiver.

Tyler crossed his arms over his chest and stepped around you, looking for a window that must have been left open.

“It’s cold as fuck up here.” He muttered as he slowly walks around. “The one time I don’t wear my hoodie.”

You couldn’t help but chuckle at that as you passed by him. He turned around when he felt you walk by and watched as you headed down one of the long halls.

“Where are you going now?” He asks as he strides towards you, following you into the last room that you knew was the one that belonged to the maid who passed away in it. According to too many articles you’ve read, she sometimes gets spotted sitting on the edge of her bed.

Tyler searched for a light switch as soon as he stepped in that room, but he flipped the switch three times and the lights didn’t come on.

“That’s great. Let’s just hang out in a dark ass room.” You heard him comment as his footsteps draw closer to you. You can see enough with the dim lighting from the hallway illuminating some of the room.

You ran your hand over the quilt neatly spread over the bed, knowing that it was that maid’s quilt that she handmade. You ignored your boyfriend’s mutters under his breath and tried to appreciate the sentimental value that the quilt, along with many other items in the house had to the family that first lived there.

You felt Tyler tap your shoulder three times and looked back, but that’s when you realized he was standing over by the dresser, messing with his hair in the mirror.

You felt an ice cold chill skate down your spine and instantly backed away from the bed, and Tyler noticed your sudden movements.

“What?” He asked, pausing with his hands still in his hair.

You looked over at him, then glanced at your shoulder where you felt the taps of fingers that weren’t his.

“I felt something tap my shoulder and thought it was you, but you were all the way over there.” You tell him.

He drops his hands and walks over to you with a look of disbelief on his face.

“Maybe you just thought you felt something.” He says as he places his hand on your shoulder and rubs his thumb over it. “Or maybe the roof is leaking or something. This house is old as fuck.”

He looked up at the ceiling and held out his hand, but no water droplets fell into his palm. You managed to shrug it off, even though you knew in your heart that you felt what you felt, regardless if Tyler believed it or not.

You decided to take a few steps back from that bed, taking the three taps as a warning not to put your hands on the maid’s belongings.

Tyler ended up wandering over to the closet for some reason, observing some of the clothes that were still hanging in there after who knows how many years, while you were taking in all of the old photos displayed on wooden shelves on the wall.

One picture in particular caught your attention because you recognized it from one of the first articles you’ve read about the house.

“Tyler, come look at this.” You softly called out to him.

“Come look at this first.” He says from somewhere in the closet. You walked over and peeked your head in, but you didn’t take a step further. If it ruffled feathers for you to touch the maid’s quilt, you weren’t daring to touch her clothing.

“Look up here.” He says as he points towards the ceiling where a wooden square door was bolted shut. You would’ve assumed it lead to the attic, but the house had four floors and you were only on the second one.

Tyler glanced over his shoulder at you with a mischievous smirk, and before he even got the chance to say it, you shut that thought down immediately.

“No, Tyler.” You sternly tell him, reaching out and grabbing his hand. “Don’t even think about it.”

“It’s a secret door, Y/n. How do you expect me not to want to go up there?”

“It’s bolted shut for a reason. Don’t disturb anything here, and as a matter of fact, get out of the maid’s closet.”

He let you pull him towards you but made sure to show the dissatisfaction on his face at the same time. You shut the door behind him and rolled your eyes at the annoyed look he threw on his face.

“Come on, there’s still so much to see.” You say as you lead him out the maid’s room.

There was another set of stairs tucked in the corner of that hallway, but as the two of you were heading up to the third floor, a loud slam stopped you in your tracks.

You both froze instantly, looking over at each other with wide eyes and suddenly rapid beating hearts.

“What the fuck was that?” You barely even whispered. Tyler looked up at the top of the stairs that were only four steps away and held his hand out in front of you.

“Stay here. Someone could’ve snuck in when we weren’t paying attention.” He whispered before he slowly, and quietly stepped up the stairs.

You watched him intently until he reached the top and disappeared around a corner, and then you made sure to listen as closely and carefully as you possibly could.

You could hear his footsteps perfectly, thanks to the creaking of the floorboards, but every sound made you jump. You kept getting an unnerving feeling that someone was behind you, but each time you looked down at the bottom of the stairs, nobody was there.

After a couple seconds, Tyler appeared back at the top of the stairs and you could easily see that he was feeling a little shook up, but he was trying not to show it.

“There’s nobody up here.” He says as he looks back over his shoulder, getting the uncomfortable sensation that someone’s watching him. “But I don’t know what the fuck that noise was either.”

You stepped up the stairs faster than you meant to because that feeling that someone’s lingering behind you kept getting stronger and stronger, but part of you didn’t want to acknowledge it.

You instinctively grabbed his hand when you met him at the top of the stairs and he picked up on that immediately, looking down at you with a bit of concern in his dark eyes.

“You okay?” He asks, and you only nodded even though your stomach was starting to twist into the tightest knots.

You looked down the hall and nearly jumped a whole foot back when you saw yours and Tyler’s reflection in a large mirror at the very end of it.

He couldn’t help but to laugh as you were trying to steady the rhythm of your pounding heart, but he slung his arm around your shoulder and pulled you into his side.

“It’s okay, it’s just a mirror baby. It scared the hell out of me earlier too.” He grins before placing a kiss to your forehead. “Are you ready to leave, or do you wanna keep going?”

You looked up at him when your heart finally started to compose itself and shook your head. This was something you wanted to do for so long, the thought of chickening out halfway through was just simply not an option for you.

“Keep going.” You tell him before you head for the first door that’s in sight.

Tyler’s arm dropped to his side when you brushed past him and he watched you turn the knob on that door, along with three others.

“They’re all locked on this floor. I tried them already.” He says as he looks over his shoulder at yet another set of stairs leading up to the last floor.

“Guess that means we get the pleasure of exploring a creepy ass infirmary now.” He says with a dull tone as he looks back at you.

You walked past him and headed for the last staircase, and upon first glance, it was nothing like all the others.

Tyler made quick strides to catch up to you and just as soon as you placed your foot on the first step, his arm snaked around your waist and pulled you back.

“You can’t be serious, Y/n.” He deadpans when you turn around to face him. “Look at those stairs. They are barely even stairs at this point!”

“I think people go up here all the time though.” You say as you look up at the top of the steps that’s quite literally tempting you, because you know that there’s an old infirmary just waiting for you to explore it.

“Well, not us.” He says as he crosses his arms tightly over his chest, you guessed as a way to hold his ground.

You rolled your eyes and just ignored him, turning around and heading up those cracked and rotted wooden steps.

“Y/N!” Your name gets shouted so loud his voice echoes, but you continued to avoid him until one step in particular caved right out from under you.

Tyler immediately sprung up and caught you right before you could fall straight through to wherever you’d end up underneath those stairs. He quickly brought you back down to the floor before any of the other steps had a chance to snap in half.

“You okay?” He asked when he was able to catch his breath. You nodded and looked back up at those stairs, specifically at the one that was now missing.

“Don’t even think about it, y/n.” He cups your cheeks with his thumb and two fingers and gently turns your head back to look at him. “Thats exactly why I told you not to go up there in the first place. You could’ve gotten seriously hurt, you know that?”

You accepted the defeat and simply nodded, still feeling bummed that you couldn’t explore that infirmary, but the fact that Tyler saved you from what could’ve been a really nasty fall was at the forefront of your mind.

You felt his thumb stroke your cheek and looked back into his softened eyes, about to say thank you for saving you from that fall, but the second your lips parted, the sound of the floor boards slowly creaking caused you both to jump back.

Your head snapped towards the stairs at the other end of the hall and you suddenly felt like your feet were nailed to the floor.

Tyler’s breathing was getting heavier even though he was trying to control it as he stared dead at the top of the staircase, waiting for someone to come walking up.

You reached out and grabbed his forearm, clinging onto him tightly. You felt his muscles tense and he instinctively stepped in front of you, blocking you with his own body in case someone was about to show themselves, but after a few minutes that felt like an eternity, nobody ever did.

He turned back to face you, his eyes wide and pupils dilated as pure fear coursed through them. You stared back at him, unsure what to say or do, and scared to hear your own voice at this point.

There was a moment of silent communication between the two of you, both on the same page it seemed, ready to get the hell out of that house, and the sudden sound of something crashing to the floor right above your heads was all the motivation you needed.

“Nah, fuck this” Tyler’s voice trembled slightly before he grabbed your hand and pulled you down the hall. It was hard to keep up with his fast strides thanks to the large contrast between his long legs and your shorter ones, but that adrenaline coursing through your veins helped you manage.

He kept his grip tight as he pulled you down the hall of the second floor, avoiding looking into any of the rooms with the fear that he’d see something standing there. You kept your eyes on his back for the same reason, and did your very best not to let your sights wander anywhere else.

You descended the stairs faster than you thought you ever could without tripping, and wasted no time bolting right out the front door.

Even though it was pitch dark outside, it was sudden relief the second the you shut that door behind you. Tyler nearly skipped three of the front steps on the way out, and only stopped to catch his breath when he finally reached the car.

He placed both hands on the hood and dropped his head, shaking it. His breathing was heavy and uneven but he still managed to say, “Never again, Y/n.”

You leaned against the hood next to him, watching him nearly fight for his life to calm himself down. You looked back at that house for what you knew was going to be the last time, before you looked over at Tyler.

“I support anything you do, baby. Anything except ghost hunting.” he says as he picks his head up and looks at you.

There was a moment that the two of you just stood there, still shaken up with straight adrenaline running hot through your veins, but after you got in the car and pulled out that driveway, you couldn’t help but to look at each other and laugh.

“That was some crazy shit.” He says through the bellowed laughter.

“I told you it was haunted, did I not?” You raise your brows at him, hoping to hear him admit that you were right, but knowing Tyler, he’d rather do anything but say those words.

“I mean, I still think the house was just old and made a lot of noises.” He shrugs one shoulder. “But if it’s job is to scare the shit out of people, I guess it was successful.”

“You guess?” You deadpan on him, but his eyes are focused on the road. “Tyler, you literally ran out of there.” You teased.

“You’re damn right I did!” He exclaims with a higher voice that had no business sounding as funny as it did to you. “That shit was making too many noises for me. Sounded like the whole damn house was about to collapse on us.”

“Speaking of collapse, I need to call the owners first thing in the morning and tell them about the stairs. We’re probably gonna have to pay for the damages.”

“As long as we don’t have to go back to that house, I don’t even care.” He shakes his head before you feel his fingers intertwine with yours. “Next time you wanna go ghost hunting, we’re just gonna have to sit on the couch and watch it on tv. Sorry baby, but i’m not getting involved again. Not after whatever the fuck just happened back there.”

“I think I got it all out of my system. Until next Halloween, anyway.” You smirk, and he looks over just in time to catch it, shaking his head but he can’t help the smile that forms on his lips simply due to your pure stubborn nature.

“So every Halloween you just wanna go visit some haunted places? Why not go to one of those haunted fun houses or something?” He suggests, “At least there you know what you’re getting yourself into.”

“Why don’t we just go to one of those right now?” You shrug as you glanced at the time on your phone. “It’s still early, and Halloween’s not over yet.”

“After tonight, I’m pretty sure if someone jumped out at me I’d probably end up punching them in the face.” He chuckles as he comes to a stop at stop sign.

He looks both ways before he looks over at you, leaning in for a quick kiss like he always does, and you felt all of that previous adrenaline and wracking nerves suddenly dissipate under his gentle touch.

“Okay” you caved, “Let’s go home. I wanna spend the rest of our halloween another way.”

You felt him smile against you before placing one last kiss to your lips, then pulling away to start driving again.

“Does that mean I get to finally see you in that one costume?” He smirks as he starts to speed a little faster.

You rolled your eyes but couldn’t help the smile before you reached over and placed your hand gently on his thigh.

“As long as you promise not to literally tear it off me.” you teased, but all he did was glance over at you with a look that you already knew far too well.

“You know I can’t promise you that.”

———

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Back Pain

Warnings: none

Summary: Darby struggles painting his face due to back pain. His friend offers help which leads to confessions

He could do it. He always did it himself. Standing in front of the mirror in his locker room, paint brush in hand, face half painted white. The issue however, lied in the standing part. Darby had to bend slightly to be able to paint his face comfortably, but comfort was long gone. Replaced by pain from straining his back. Lower back muscles on fire, and the kinisio tape did nothing to help. Darby was contemplating giving up completely when a knock at his locker room door rang through the silent room.

"Come in", he calls out before hearing the door creak open.

"Hey darbs, you think you help me-", the voice of Darbys friend is cut off. Darby turns to give Y/N a questioning look before speaking.

"What?"

"Dude, you look like shit. Are you even cleared to wrestle tonight?" Of course they could tell something was wrong, they always could.

"Yeah I'm fine. My back just hurts like a bitch."

"Do you need some help? I can paint your face for you if you want."

Darby hesitates before answering, debating his options. On one hand, he really did need help and Y/N was the only other person who knew how to paint his face. On the other hand however, Darby wasn't sure he could be that close to them without looking or acting like a school girl with a crush. But maybe if he let them close, he could shoot his shot. Maybe. If he didn't embarrass himself completely.

"Would you? I could use some help."

Y/N smiles softly at him before walking over to the counter and grabbing the brush from Darby. Looking around the room to try and find someplace for the both of them to sit. Eyes landing on a fold up chair and the couch on the opposite wall. Setting the brush down before grabbing the chair, setting it in front of the couch, walking back to the counter and grabbing all the painting supplies.

"Sit on the chair."

Darby follows the order, sitting down on the chair. Y/N sits on the sofa facing him. They've been this close before, he just needed to breath and get his mind out of the gutter. Try to at least, it was hard to do when their knee was between his legs, just barely a breath away from his crotch. The urge to move his his closer almost won, however Darby remained composed and still.

Y/N picked up the previous brush, unaware of the thoughts Darby was fighting off. They grabbed his face softly, ignoring the soft sigh Darby let out when their hand cupped his jaw and moved his head down. A painful expression crossed Darbys face and they whispered a soft sorry. Dipping the brush in white, they begin to paint the man's face. His eyes close, content but still in pain. The angle at which he was bending still caused him pain, but he could hardly focus on it when they were touching him. Their hand cupping his jaw softly, he was fighting the urge to lean into it.

Y/N could see he was still in discomfort, setting the brush down to let the white paint dry. Knowing that he would hurt more in the next couple of minutes from having to remain still so they could add the black paint. It upset them to see Darby in pain, only wanting to take it away so he could be comfortable. The awkward angle wasn't helping his back, but where else could he sit that would work. An idea popped into their head.

"Come here."

Darby gives his temporary artist a questioning look at their demand.

"What? I'm right here."

"Do you trust me?"

Darby nods in response. Not sure what to make of the situation.

Y/N reaches out, both hands meeting Darbys thighs. He freezes, the contact shooting sparks through his body. He stands, Y/Ns hands pull him forward till his knees meet the sofa. They sit back fully before pulling Darby forward, causing him to fall into their lap. Darbys face flushes as he realizes the new position he's been put into, he remains hovering over their lap, scared to sit. That is, until they grab him waist and push him down. One of their arms wraps around his midsection, keeping him locked in, while the other picks up a paint brush.

"What are you doing?"

"I'm painting your face."

"You know what I meant." Darby unintentionally pouts.

"Just relax, that chair looked uncomfortable on your back."

Darby goes silent, closing his eyes and relishing in the touch he secretly craved. The hand around his waist moves, shifting to massage and rub at darbys lower back instead.

"Oh fuck." Darby all but falls forward, his hands coming to grab at the person below him. Y/N removes their hand quickly.

"Shit I'm sorry, are you okay?"

"Don't stop. Please don't stop."

His face is hot, he all but whimpered at his crush. Barely holding back a whine when their hand connects with his back once more. Y/N sets the paint brush down, more focused on the man in their lap now. Their now free hand coming to rest on his thigh.

The hand on his thigh causes a reaction in his body, Darby sighs, his breathing quickening. His body gives in, falling forward, his face meeting the shoulder of Y/N. Y/N who took notice of his reaction, suprised but not opposed, leans forward to press a soft kiss to the man's shoulder, hearing him inhale sharply.

The two sit like that for more than a friendly amount of time. Darby, with his face buried in Y/Ns neck, arms now throw around their shoulders. Y/N still massaging Darbys back, occasionally pressing soft kisses to his shoulder. No words are exchanged, instead choosing to enjoy the moment the two had wished for, for months. A knock on the door breaks the comfortable silence.

"Darby, you're on in 15."

Grumbling softly, Darby lifts his head before thanking the pa. His eyes meet Y/Ns, feeling brave, he leans in and softly kisses them. Their hands cup his face as they kiss back, pulling away after a few seconds, just to lean in and peck his lips a few more times.

"I've wanted to do that for so long."

"Me too." Y/N smiles softly at the man, laughing when they see the smeared paint on his lips. Picking up a paint brush and fixing it quickly.

"Much better, now go get warmed up for your match. And when you're done come find me, we need to talk."

"Yeah I guess we do. Thank you by the way."

One thing was for sure, his back felt much better.

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[730bliss]

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I’ve been keeping up with you for a while and i absolutely adore you, your writing and the vibes this blog has so much!! I also wanted to know if you had any other fic writers you recommend reading from? You and one other person are the only ones I’ve read religiously and now I have the reading bug and just want to spend all day binging hook fics 😂

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[730bliss]

All reason aside

description: Hook's in the mob and he falls for a waitress at his favorite restaurant. She falls for him too but soon she finds out things aren't all sunshine and roses.

warnings: one gun mention and a possible murder off-screen, angst

word count: 5.9k

an: could you believe I thought it was 3k and kept wondering why tf it kept freezing when I scrolled too fast-my Internet sucks. Idk if I'm doing the right thing posting this now and this long bc it's half my fic. But I'm at a point where I can't reread this for the million time anymore. Sorry it's super long. Positive feedback is appreciated.

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The bright sun hit my face as I hurried to my summer class. It was my first day and I was running late as usual. When I finally caught sight of the building, I breathed a sigh of relief but crashed into someone at the same time.

"Shit," I cursed. "Sorry."

"No worries." He gave me a friendly smile. "You're late too?"

"Yeah," I laughed. "You first?" I motioned for him to go in before me with a sly grin.

He snorted and nodded before going in first while I followed behind him. The professor immediately turned to us and I knew we were going to get picked on for being late.

"Ah another late entrance, since you two are late, I'm pairing you together for the project."

The curly haired guy and I shared a small smile. He motioned for me to pick a seat and sat next to me.

"I'm Jack," he offered his hand quietly and I shook it.

"Y/N."

"Nice to meet you."

"Nice to meet you too," I blushed. It was hard not to notice how attractive he was.

He was also friendly and nice. I had a feeling we were going to make a good team. When class ended we sat outside and shared contact info.

"Text me whenever you want to talk about the project or anything really. I haven't made many friends since I transferred here from California," his cheeks flushed, and he looked down.

"Oh I'm from California too!" I blurted, excitedly. "But I came here to study."

"Small world," he said. "I did too, I think we're going to be good friends."

"I think so too," I smiled back just as my friend Skye showed up.

"Ugh, it's so hot. I don't feel like going to work," she complained as she dropped her things beside me and sat down. "Oh hi," she told Jack once she noticed him next to me.

"Hi," he said, giving her a blinding smile back.

"Hey Skye, this is Jack. We just got paired to do a project because we were both late to class," I told her, and shared a laugh with Jack.

"Nice to meet you Jack," she checked him out before shooting me a smirk. I rolled my eyes, she knew I had my eyes set on another guy.

"Nice to meet you Skye," he repeated, before glancing down at his phone. "Sorry, I gotta go, but YN text me when you can. I'll see you girls later," he winked and left.

"Byee," Skye watched him go and spinned around to me. "He's hot."

"He is," I agreed, leaning back on my hands as I stared up at her.

"Hotter than Hook?" Her eyebrows rose.

"I was simply agreeing with you. Why do you have to bring up Hook?" I sighed, exasperated, she knew my crush on Hook was embarrassing.

"Because you still haven't made a move."

"Why do I have to make the first move?" I think it was obvious by the way I flirted with him whenever he came into the restaurant that I liked him.

Hook was a regular at the restaurant I worked at as a waitress. Ever since his dad had a special lunch for his employees, Hook had been coming in frequently and asking for my table. He also left huge tips that I wasn't sure how to take. The money was nice, but I didn't want his money. I wanted him to give me a sign that he was interested in me or not.

"You two are as bad as each other," she rolled her eyes. "Let's go see lover boy."

We arrived at the restaurant an hour later and went to the back to drop off our things and get ready for work. It was hot as hell today so I wore a white skater skirt and a tank. I put my hair in a high ponytail too and walked out to take some orders.

An hour into my shift, Hook appeared with his friends. 

"Hey guys," I greeted them as they sat down, however my attention quickly turned to Hook. "Hey Hook. I like your shirt," I placed my hand over his shoulder briefly. "White is your color."

"Is it?" He smirked. 

I nodded simply with a small smile on my face. We locked eyes with each other for a brief moment until someone cleared their throat and I remembered we weren't alone.

"So what would you guys like to drink?" I turned to the rest of the guys who were looking at me with knowing smirks. 

Even his friends knew I was flirting with him and Hook still hadn't made a move. Maybe he wasn't interested. But he flirted with me back sometimes. Maybe that was just him. A tease. The thought ran through my head the rest of the time I served them.

Hook kept giving me looks whenever I came by their table. I even caught him checking my ass while I was passing by. So what did I need to do to make him make a move?

The answer came two weeks later when some guy couldn't take the hint and kept bothering me. He kept calling me over and stared at my boobs the entire time I talked to him. Finally the guy asked for the check but he also asked for my number. I declined to give it to him in the nicest way possible even though I wanted to flick him off.

I was relieved when he finally got up to leave and I went back inside to get another table's drinks. The kitchen was off to the side down an isolated hallway. Patrons weren't supposed to go back there but the creepy guy surprised me with a quick tap to my ass. I jumped and nearly dropped the glasses on the floor before I turned around to find him grinning at me.

"You're not supposed to come back here, sir. Please go back to the restaurant," I told him, but he didn't care.

"Can I have your number?" He asked with a smirk I wanted to punch right off.

"I-I can't do that," I stuttered. The restaurant was loud and the kitchen was also super busy so I wondered if someone would hear my shout if I called for help.

"Why not? I can take a sweet girl like you to a better restaurant." I highly doubted that, as he didn't even leave a tip when he paid.

"I said no," I said more firmly. "Now go before I call for security," I warned him but he ignored me.

"Oh come on," he said, getting closer and I lost my patience. I threw the glasses on my tray onto him. "Ah! Bitch!"

I turned to go back to the kitchen where I knew the cooks wouldn't hesitate to step in to help me, but the man grabbed my shoulder back roughly. I thought he might pull me into him, but I felt a woosh of air behind me and saw Hook standing above the man.

The look on his face was pure anger. I'd never seen him do anything but smile in my direction. But tonight he was all business and I won't lie, it was a turn on.

"Be cautious with those words, sir," he threatened the man, in a low growly voice as he stood above him.

"I was just talking to her. You know how it is with these chicks," the man complained while I rolled my eyes. Hook bent down and got the man up, shoving him onto the wall with a hand gripping his shirt.

"What's going on here?" Schiovane came around the corner with Hobbs and Wardlow behind him.

"Nothing," the coward responded, suddenly losing his bravado.

I put my hands on my waist and glared.

"He was hitting on me and since I didn't pay him attention, he followed me back here."

Hook hadn't let go of the guy and was now choking him harder with the guy's shirt between his hands. And glaring threateningly at him.

"Take him out of here," Tony told Wardlow who moved forward and dragged the guy out in his strong grip. 

Hook turned to me, his expression softening, "Are you alright?" 

I nodded, "Yeah, sorry about that," I tucked a strand of my hair behind my ear, slightly embarrassed.

"Don't be sorry. It's that guy who is going to be sorry," he said, his eyes going dark but softening again when I looked at him.

"YN, take the night off," Tony added behind Hook. "I'm sure Hook would be glad to give you a ride home."

"Oh no, it's okay. The table I was attending must be asking where their drinks are," I glanced down at the broken glasses on the floor, knowing I'd have to go make new ones.

"Don't worry about that. Let me take you home," Hook grabbed my hand before I could bend down to start picking up the big shards of glass on the floor.

I glanced at Tony to make sure it was okay and saw him hiding a grin.

"Okay..I just need to grab my things first."

—

Hook watched her go then turned to Tony. His expression turned dark again. 

"Make sure Hobbs takes care of that guy. I don't want to see him around again," Hook ordered Tony. 

Even though this was Schiovane's restaurant, Hook was the underboss for the Senerchia family so he still took orders from Hook. Tony nodded and motioned for someone to clean up the mess just as YN came back.

"You ready?"

"Yeah," she smiled and Hook couldn't help grin back. He motioned her ahead of him and made sure to lay a protective hand at the small of her back as he led her out of the restaurant. 

He opened the car door for her and caught a whiff of her perfume as she brushed against him to get in. Once inside he checked that she had her seatbelt on and drove out of the lot.

"Are you really okay?" He asked, once he was on the road.

"I was a little scared at first but I'm good now. Thanks for stepping in."

"I wish I would have gotten there earlier," he gripped the steering wheel tight.

"The point is that you were there," she replied softly. "My hero," she joked and got a snort out of him in return.

They grew silent until Hook spoke again.

"Um," he paused and licked his lips. "Would you like to go somewhere to get your mind off what happened earlier? Or I can take you straight home too."

"Straight home?" She smirked and he flushed, understanding the double entendre.

"Your house I mean," he cleared up with a laugh when he realized she was joking.

"Yeah we can go get a coffee," she suggested.

Hook stopped by a Starbucks and they decided to take a walk around the plaza that was right near the marina. 

"So you don't like coffee at all?" She asked, after he decided for a passion fruit juice instead.

"It's not that I don't like it. I just don't drink it."

"How do you have energy in the morning?"

"You'd be surprised by the endurance I can have," he winked, hoping she'd catch the double meaning.

Hook watched her look away and blush. He liked the way the light of the moon illuminated her. The summer breeze rushed through her long hair and he caught another whiff of her intoxicating perfume. 

Every time she passed by him at the restaurant or took his order he was entranced by it. He kept wanting to ask her out but he worried he'd scare her away. His business wasn't for everybody and it came with various dangers. So he tended to have short lived flings or one night stands.

Relationships weren't for him, he learned that since he was a teen. But he wanted to give this a chance.

"Would you go out on a date with me?" He blurted, her head snapped up to him in response.

For a moment, he thought he imagined their attraction but she slowly grinned back at him.

"I'd like that."

Hook beamed.

"I have one more question," he said as they stopped for a minute.

"Go for it," she shook her head to get her hair away from her face as the breezy beach air flowed past them.

"Can I kiss you?"

She moved closer and looked at him expectantly. He placed a hand to the side of her face, keeping her hair from flying onto her face and cupped her cheek. Her breath hitched as he lent in, sealing their lips together in a soft kiss. 

It was as if sparks flew the moment they kissed. Both felt certain that this is what they were meant to be–together. He slowly broke the kiss as his eyes flew open and they stared at each other, nose-to-nose.

"You're gorgeous," he whispered against her lips and kissed her again, more desperately.

—

The next morning I woke up feeling on top of the world. I was in a daze as I commuted to school and tried to listen to the lecture. Jack noticed my good mood too as we talked after class.

"Someone's happy," Jack commented as we walked to our usual spot outside of class.

"Yeah, I may need to copy your notes because my head was somewhere else this morning," I giggled as we sat down.

"Got you," he passed me his notebook for me to take some pictures.  

"So what made you so happy?" He inquired, behind his dark sunglasses.

"Uh, there's this guy I've been talking to and we finally kissed last night," I shared with Jack like he was my confidant, even though we barely knew each other.

"Ah," he said. "I remember those days," he said wryly. "Are you guys dating?"

"Um, I actually don't know yet. But I hope so," I finished wistfully.

"Oh, well I hope everything works out. I gotta go but you want to talk about the project next week?"

"Yeah," I nodded, passing back his notebook. "We should get started on it so we don't rush before the deadline."

"Alright, I'll be busy for a few days, but I'll see you next week," he stood and gave me a short hug before leaving.

Skye appeared a few minutes later, engulfing me from behind. "Y/N, I heard what happened last night. Are you okay?"

"Ah, yeah, I'm fine. Just some jackass," I had already forgotten what kick-started this whole thing with Hook. 

"I heard Hook stepped up," she said, clearly interested in all the details. "He took you home?"

"Yes, he did," I smiled and took my bag, getting up from the bench.

Skye followed right behind me. "Soo, what happened? Did he make a move?"

"Yeah," I nodded, hiding my grin.

"Oh my god, don't act so coy. Tell me what happened!"

"He took me out to get a coffee and we went for a walk on the beach," I shrugged.

"That's it?" She prodded, sounding a bit disillusioned.

"And we kissed."

"You kissed?" She screamed and people turned to look at us as I shushed her.

"Who kissed who first? How did it happen? Was he a good kisser?" She rambled on questions as I burst out in giggles and my cheeks flushed.

"He asked to kiss me," I said and Skye mouthed "asked" in surprise. "I said yes and yes, he's a great kisser."

"So are you guys dating? What am I talking about, of course you are." 

"He wants to take me out on a date," I told her but he never actually said when that would be. "We've been texting nonstop since then. Skye, I've never been so into a guy before."

"And Hook either, I've never seen him with a girl twice but he keeps coming back to see you."

Skye had worked at the restaurant for more than a year, meanwhile you just entered at the end of Spring. It was summer and you were working through summer school then taking some time off in the fall.

"Skye," I laced my arms with hers and turned to her as we walked to the bus stop. "What kind of girl is he usually into?"

"Hot," she said and I gave her a look before she burst out laughing. "I don't know. Just the typical hot girl but it's rare. You won't catch him with some other girl promise, or I'll kick his ass."

"Good," I chuckled with her. "Ah, there's still a lot I don't know about him. Like what he does at his dad's company."

— 

Hook and I kept texting about different things while we waited for our date. Our schedules were complicating things but in the meantime we got to know more about each other.

YN: I hate summer school 😭

Hook: Lol when do you get out?

YN: Mid-afternoon. We got a project coming up so I gotta stay late.

Hook: That sucks. Do you want company?

YN: You're so sweet but I need to focus and I'm with my partner. I'll be done by 3.

Tyler: How about I pick you up?

YN: I would love that 😊

Hook: Text me when you're done and I'll head over.

—

"I have a surprise for you," Hook told me as he drove us out of the parking lot.

He was dressed casually but dressed up. He had his sunglasses on and wore a dark t-shirt and pants.

"What is it?" I beamed, turning my body toward him. 

"I was thinking we have our first date," he glanced at to see my reaction. "I know we've both been busy so why don't we go on a small trip to the beach and have something to eat?"

"That sounds perfect."

"I got the restaurant to make us something. We'll just pick it up and head to the beach," he grinned and drove us to the restaurant.

Hook went inside to get the picnic basket while I waited in the car. Today the restaurant was closed for managerial duties. But there seemed to be some people in suits inside. Maybe Schiovane had some guests, he tends to have a lot of friends drop in so I didn't think much of it.

Hook was taking a while to come out though. I wondered if they probably needed help inside. The cooks and rest of the service crew weren't around so I thought I'd head in.

I barely made it to the hostess area when some dude with a ton of tattoos stopped me.

"We're closed today."

"I know," I smiled a bit nervously, for some reason. "I work here and I'm just checking on–"

"Not today," he said gruffly. 

I tried not to scoff or react with aggression but I did not like the way this guy was talking to me. Like I was some kind of trespasser.

"Who are you anyway?" I had never seen him before and yet he acted like he worked here. "You don't work here. Where's Schiavone?"

"Mr. Schiovane is busy with some associates," he answered stoically.

"Uh-huh," I replied with some sass. "Look–" I said, taking a few steps in before he put his big arm in front of me, blocking me.

"What is your problem?" I grit my teeth, I was about to go off on this dude when Hook appeared.

"What's going on?" He asked.

"She's trying to get in and I've told her she cannot," the big guy told Hook as I kept my stare down with him.

"It's okay, Brian." Hook stepped ahead of him and caught my waist. "She's with me."

"Your dad said no outsiders."

"She's not an outsider. She's my girl and we're leaving," he gave Brian a glare of his own and turned me around, or at least tried. I was still glaring at the big oaf behind us when he pushed me out the door.

"Who was that guy?" I yelled and Hook chuckled.

"Don't worry about him. He's just a low level guy."

"Low level guy?"

"Uh, he's just starting out," he shook his head. "You look hot when you're mad," he smirked.

I tried to keep the smile off my face and rolled my eyes. 

"Please, you don't want to see me angry," I snorted.

Hook grinned as we stood just staring at each other in front of the car. He slowly reached his hand up, rubbing his thumb over my cheek. And I thought we might kiss until we heard a crash inside and someone shouting.

"What is going on in there?" I asked, turning to the front windows where I could barely make out the scene.

Hook turned me around to the car before I could see and opened the door for me, letting me inside. 

"Don't worry about it," he said before shutting the door. I turned one last time to the restaurant as Hook got in the car and quickly started getting us back on the road. 

As we left, I noticed the cars I didn't notice before in the lot. There were a lot of black Suburban SUVs and Mercedes. Just who did that big security dog think he was protecting? It was just some rich guys inside that were friends with Schiovane.

—

Hook had a beautiful set up for us. There was a large nice blanket waiting for us with white flower sets surrounding it and a bucket with drinks. The picnic basket was full of some of our favorite foods from the restaurant.

"This is nice," I told him as he filled my glass with wine. 

The sun was bearing down on us but it was softer than earlier in the day and the soft breeze felt wonderful.

"I thought you may like it but I have to confess that it wasn't entirely my idea," he sheepishly glimpsed at me.

"Yeah? Who helped you?"

"Skye," he smiled. "She made us this basket and suggested going back to where we started. I thought the restaurant was too on the nose so I decided to go to where we first kissed, sort of," he looked around at the sandy beach which was different to the pier where we first kissed.

"Well I like this too," I laughed. "It's romantic. I wasn't expecting that from you."

Hook mocked being offended, "I am romantic. I'm the most romantic guy you've ever met."

My eyes wrinkled as I grinned. "I'm looking forward to seeing more of this then." 

I leaned in, pressing my hand over his shoulder blade and kissing him. It was like there were butterflies in my stomach. He made me feel like I was the only girl in the world and I hoped he felt the same way.

—

Something was different inside the restaurant. Everything seemed perfectly arranged though. Usually I attended clients in the more relaxed outdoor section, but something in my head kept nagging me as I stared at the floor.

"What are you doing?" Skye asked me as she carried a box of wine bottles to the bar. She passed me, giving me a funny look.

"Does something feel off here?"

"No," she raised an eyebrow. 

"Something's different, but I can't put my finger on it,'' I put my hand under my chin as I stared at my surroundings.

"Well whatever it is, can you think about it later, and help me stock the bar before we open," she told me, as we were going to be attending the bar tonight.

"Yeah," I said, turning to her and going to the bar, putting my thoughts aside for the moment.

It was Friday so the restaurant was going to be packed. I sometimes found bar duty more interesting. People would sit at the bar and spill their thoughts with a constant flow of alcohol. Not to mention tips were great at the end of the night.

"How are you doing tonight darling?" A man at the bar asked me as I fixed his drink. He was a bit flirty but I didn't see any harm in it this time. The guy was clearly letting loose tonight and wasn't really bothering me.

"I'm good. Here's your drink," I gave him a friendly smile as I passed him his drink and noticed Skye motioning me to make two more Margaritas for her table.

"When do you get off?" The same man asked me.

"Very late," I laughed his question off. "Enjoy your night."

Typically I'd flirt with the customers for better tips but I knew when not to. Plus, Tyler and I were becoming more serious so I don't want to feel like I was cheating on him. It was silly as I thought about it, we had only been on a few dates and neither of us had brought up the relationship topic.

"Dude what are you doing? That's Hook's girl," I overheard behind me as I walked away from the man. "That's Hook's girl. Do you want to get killed?"

I held in my snort. Tyler did seem intimidating but I doubt he'd get too pressed about a guy hitting on me at the bar. The other day was different.

"The Senerchia kid?" the man asked his friend. "Shit, I didn't know."

"Yeah, you don't want to fuck with that family. They run this town," his friend told him and they moved away from the bar, back to their table.

What the fuck did that mean? 

I knew Taz was an important businessman. He had several businesses and I learned from Hook that they worked with different associates. But there was nothing to say that Taz was a dangerous man that people had to be careful of for simply hitting on his son's girl– or whatever Hook and I currently were in our relationship.

Except for the rest of the night I kept thinking back to some odd things I've noticed about Hook. He worked on his own time but he spent long nights working during hours that most businesses would not.

Just the other night he got a work call at 2am while I was sleeping over at his apartment. I imagined it must have been important, but not so much that he had to rush out and I didn't see him for three days.

Perhaps I was making too much out of nothing. That guy could have been just messing with his friend. Hook was a normal guy, he just had a busy job. His dad was also a good man just like Tony. Tony was like a teddy bear, he wouldn't be into something nefarious.

But he did have some shady friends. Those guys from last time. The ones who were at the restaurant when it was closed and that guy wouldn't let me inside. Hook called him a low-level guy, how did he know him? The guy backed off as soon as Hook showed up.

Today is actually the first time I got to see the dining room since that day. I looked back to the area I found different when I first arrived. Everything seemed the same but something was different. The table was in the right place, the sheet was still cream white, and– the carpet below.

The carpet isn't there anymore. What happened to the carpet? The rest of the carpets were around, but not the ones under the tables in the middle. Why would Tony move those and not get rid of the rest? Were they damaged? 

When we were leaving, I remember hearing an altercation. Did his friends get into a fight and spill wine over his beloved carpet? I never asked Tony about his private party. I was too distracted by my first time with Hook to even think about it. But now I couldn't stop thinking about it. 

I kept glancing at the changed area as I mixed drinks. I suppose I could just ask Tony. It was probably nothing. All this because of some guys' comments. I scoffed to myself. It didn't mean anything. I finished my shift and put it all behind me as I went home for the night.

Then a few days later, my whole world and the reality I was living in changed. 

Hook and I were on another date, this time we went out with a few of his friends after dinner, so I could meet them outside of work. We were hanging out, having some drinks and having fun at his friend Ricky's club. Hook and I kept sneaking looks at each other, and he kept a hand over my thigh making small circles.

“Babe, I have to go to the ladies room, I'll be right back,” I kissed his cheek and left him with his friends.

The bathroom was busy as usual, girls fixing their makeup and groups of drunk girls going in and out. I minded my business while I waited for the next booth and did my business. When I came out, the bathroom was quieter besides a few girls talking amongst themselves while waiting in line. Lastly, there was another girl next to me at the other sink, fixing her lipstick.

“Hey,” she turned to me, a beautiful white smile on display.

“Hi,” I said more timidly and finished cleaning my hands to get a napkin.

I felt the girl still looking at me and smiled at her. She took it as a sign to keep talking to me.

“Are you here with Hook?” She tilted her head slightly, smiling gently but there was something I didn't trust about her.

“Uh- yeah, I am.”

“Oh, are you on a date?”

“Yeah, we just came from dinner,” I had already thrown away my wet napkin in the trash and I was ready to leave when she moved in front of me, blocking my way.

“Aw, that’s nice. Have you guys been seeing each other for a while?”

“Yes,” I said, forcing a smile.

Suddenly another girl came out of the stall, sighing. “Leila, leave her alone. You couldn’t handle the life so he moved on.”

I looked between them awkwardly. 

“Oh shut up, like you could handle a fucking gun to your face,” Leila snapped. Her friend rolled her eyes then met my wide eyes in the mirror. She must have noticed my surprise because she mouthed ‘oh shit’ to herself.

Leila left the ladies room and her friend turned to me. 

“Hey, sorry about that. I thought you knew about…,” she swallowed. “Hook is a good guy," she said quickly. "How long have you been going out?”

“Tw-o months,” I don’t know why I answered her, but I did.

“Wow, you must be something special.”

“I’m not, I’m just a waitress at Tyler’s favorite restaurant.” Why was I telling this random girl this stuff? Why wasn’t I running the other direction? What the fuck was Hook into?

“Tyler,” she whistled. “Not even blondie,” she pointed back at the door where her friend left. “Got to call him by his real name.”

I didn’t reply, my mind was still reeling with what I just learned.

“I have to go,” I said and walked away, not looking back at her.

When I got out of the restroom, I saw Tyler coming toward me.

“Hey,” he was smiling at me softly. “Are you okay?” He asked, noticing I seemed frazzled.

I nodded silently. 

“You sure?” he asked, concerned for me.

“Yeah, um. I just want to go home.”

He studied me for a second but nodded. I saw him try to get my hand but I moved it away before he could touch me. 

In the car, I didn’t say much. My mind kept going back to how I met Tyler. He was the youngest guy around beside his friends. It was mostly men his dad’s age. Schiovane had told us to be respectful and keep our mouth and ears shut, but I made small talk with some of the guys when I checked in on them and they gave really big tips in return.

I noticed Hook kept glancing at me, but he kept mostly businesslike as he talked to everyone else. Many of his dad’s associates talked to him and shook his hand with respect as they left by the end of the night. At the time, I found that incredibly sexy that someone so young held so much respect. Now, I’m not sure if that was respect or fear.

There was also the brawny bodybuilder guy that was guarding the door at Schiavone's who backed down as soon as Hook appeared. And the guys who mentioned possibly getting killed just because one of them flirted with me. The weird area at the restaurant that looked off and Schiovane returning with a new carpet, only to answer my question with a wry smile and telling me, “It’s hard to get red out of white.”

It was all making sense now.

“YN,” I heard. "Y/N."

I turned my head to Hook and realized we were in front of my house.

His eyebrows furrowed, “I’ve been calling your name for a minute. What’s wrong babe?”

He tried to touch my cheek but I flinched away.

An awkward silence lingered in the car as Hook stared at me in shock.

"Are you in the mob?" My voice came out barely above a whisper, like I was saying something very wrong.

He just stared at me.

"When did you find out?" He asked me after a minute.

I stared back, he didn't even try to deny it.

"I put some things together tonight. Things I've seen at the restaurant and heard about you…"

He turned away from me, putting his arm on the door and his fist under his chin as he stared out the front window. I stared at his gold watch and felt my heart thumping hard in my chest as I felt an emptiness in my gut. There were no butterflies like last time. 

"I didn't know how to tell you," he said after a moment. "I don't want this to change things between us."

He turned to me again. His face was earnest and sincere. But I couldn't stop thinking about what that girl said, what she went through. I'm not sure I could handle that happening to me either.

"Things can't stay hidden forever."

He reached his hand down toward mine. I didn't retreat, no matter how bad it was starting to sweat underneath my palm.

"So where does that leave us?" He asked.

"I don't know if I can do this anymore."

It pained me to even say it. His face fell and I quickly wanted to take it back but I couldn't.

"Y/N."

"I have to go."

"Baby wait," he insisted, reaching for me.

"I have to be at the restaurant early," I turned my body away and felt his hand on my arm so I froze.

"Tell me you don't want to see me anymore and I will leave you alone," he said. "But you have to tell me."

I took a breath and stared out the window through my hazy gaze.

"I don't want to see you anymore."

He kept his hand over my arm for a second longer, and I felt it burn against my skin. I wanted him to leave it there. I wanted to forget what I heard tonight and go back to the way things were when he came into the restaurant, and he looked up smiling at me as I approached his table. And all the times after that when he'd come back again and again. But he let go and I got out of his car, not looking back.

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[730bliss]

All reason aside

"They took her," Taz heard his son's desperate voice. "They took her, dad. They took her."

Criminal - Britney Spears

Heaven - Julia Michaels

The Hills - The Weeknd

River - Bishop Briggs

I Don't Want To Live Forever - Zayn, Taylor Swift

Look What You Made Me Do - Jack Leopards & The Dolphin Club

Think Twice - Eve 6

Blue Jeans - Lana Del Rey

[730bliss]

[730bliss]

happy birthday to a Special Girl

[730bliss]

protective hook 😫

plot is up to you, but maybe a guy friend gets a bit too comfy, and he gets jealous

if u wanna make it smut go ahead 🫣

18+

There’s two unspoken rules that anybody who knows Hook, undeniably is aware of.

You don’t fuck with him and you don’t even think about fucking with his girl.

Hook likes when people think that he won’t do anything if they try to break those rules, and he loves when they try to test that theory, even though it gets him into a lot of trouble more often than not.

There’s been three instances, but they all go the same exact way. Some guy thinks he can sweettalk you while your man isn’t around, and you either tell him about it after you cuss the dude out, or he catches it himself.

He likes the look on those guy’s faces when they feel like someone’s standing behind them, glaring them down. They all turn around and look like they’ve seen a ghost right before their very eyes each and every time, it never fails. It’s funny to him but he doesn’t crack a smile until they’re scrambling away.

But it’s a little different tonight, because the man with the audacity to throw his arm around you is a long-time friend of his, and a new friend of yours, apparently.

He assesses the situation from where he’s leaning against the turnbuckles. He’s surprised you two don’t feel his eyes burning a hole right through you, too caught up in a conversation from where you stood behind the barricades.

He clenches his jaw, his teeth aching from the tensions. It was only when the bell rang for his match that you and his so-called buddy decided to finally look up at him, catching the daggers he was shooting immediately.

That arm that was draped lazily around your shoulder dropped to the man’s side instantly, his eyes widening when he realized his misstep.

But by that point, your boyfriend didn’t care too much about the correction of his mistake. He shouldn’t have made it in the first place.

He made quick work of his opponent, effectively locking in the redrum in under two minutes when the match was originally supposed to be three and a half long. He didn’t care, because as soon as he saw his friend lean closer to tell you something with a certain look in his eye, Hook couldn’t be in that ring any longer.

His music hit and his poor opponent who had to be the victim of his aggression was pushed off to the side. He slid under the ropes and walked straight over to the two of you.

His friend, so he mistook him for, slapped a hand on hooks shoulder in a congratulatory manner and got stiff jabbed in the jaw half a second after that.

He crashed to the floor and the entire arena nearly went silent before they started to cheer again. They probably thought this was all apart of the act but you knew it wasn’t.

One look at you with those devilishly dark eyes was all you got before he hopped over the barricade and grabbed you by the hand, pulling you through the swarm of fans until you got pushed back against a wall somewhere backstage.

“Tyler I-“

“You knew better.” Was all he said in a deep, sharp tone. You had no time to respond before you felt his hands firmly grip your hips, his chest heaving as heavy breaths lingered over your cheeks.

“What?” He asks, putting on a tone of fake innocence when he notices the perplexed look on your face. “You think he didn’t deserve to get knocked out?” As if he was reading your mind.

“He wasn’t trying to do anything. You know I always shut that shit down anytime anyone does.” You argued back, taking note of the way his lips pulled to the side in a smirk that had no reason to be there.

“Not that time.” He says as his grip on your hips tighten. “I watched you, and I watched him. I’ve known him since I was a kid. I know the way he does things. He knew better just like you did.”

“It wasn’t anything like that.”

“It shouldn’t have been anything at all.” He snaps back. You were pinned by his body pressing into yours and the cold wall against your back. He tilted his head to the side and made a mental note that you may have actually been as unsuspecting as you claim.

“I think you should’ve at least-“

“I think you should stop talking and get on your knees.” He cuts you off, his tone all too non suggestive. You should’ve known that was coming. Tyler can’t help himself. He gets so worked up when anyone tries anything with you and for some reason, the way he’s wired, all he ever wants to do is fuck you senseless before the adrenaline wears off.

He takes a step back to give you room, his thumbs hooking under the waistband of his shorts as he waits for you to lower yourself like he told you to. And like always, even though you may act like you’re annoyed or frustrated with him, the first thing you feel when he demands something like that is nothing short of pure need.

Your knees land on the floor with eyes trained on him. He slides the front of the shorts down a bit to free his hardened cock and notices the way your eyes widened at how he didn’t need any warming up to do the job.

He held it by the shaft and tapped the tip against your bottom lip three times leaving the taste of salt on your tongue when you swiped it over.

“Try to argue with me with my dick shoved down your throat.” He groaned before he pushed past your lips, effectively knocking the back of your throat with a force that made you gag around him.

His head tipped back when he felt the walls of your throat contract around his cock, letting a shuddered huff come out from his chest.

You started sliding your lips up and down his length but he quickly stopped you when you heard him say, “Give me your hands”

Next thing you knew, your hands were pinned by his against the wall while he mercilessly fucked your throat.

You stayed still and let him do whatever he wanted, and he did. His hips snapped forward and back so roughly, knocking that reflex every single time but since this is something you two have done so much before, it wasn’t that hard to keep yourself controlled.

He peered down at you, his hair fluttering against his forehead, sticking slightly by the sweat he was working up. His lips were agape, puffy and red from the way he previously bit down on them so much in the ring, and he has you and the dude probably still laying on the floor behind the barricade to thank for that.

His hands gripped your wrists tighter as he thrusted even faster, aiming to hear the choking sounds you wouldn’t be able to contain.

You tried, but there was no use.

Tears that formed in the corners of your eyes found their way down your cheeks and you couldn’t wipe them off, but it didn’t matter anyway.

He let a low grunt and a couple curses pass through his lips when his head fell back again, his hips stuttering as he twitched twice against your tongue.

He had just enough strength to look back down at you just as his juices were shooting down your throat. Always his favorite part when the two of you do this. He loves it. Can’t ever get enough.

You swallowed twice as you drained every drop from him, watching with pride as beads of sweat slipped down his torso. He drew his bottom lip in underneath his teeth as he felt himself emptying completely and let a low groan reverberate from his chest when he watched you lick your own lips and the single beads of his serum off of them.

You rose to your feet and stood there in front of him with put on doe eyes because you knew that spat you had earlier was laid to rest now that he’s let all that aggression out on your throat.

A smirk slid across your lips when you watched his chest rapidly rise and fall, coupled with the dust of pink on his cheeks and the low, suddenly sleepy eyes.

“You done arguing with me now?” You asked him with a prideful beam, but he narrowed his eyes and shook his head, letting a cocky smirk play up his lips before he said, “You tryna get this dick shoved down your throat again?”

“What if I am?” Your brows raised to the challenge and he mirrored you perfectly, finding amusement in your boldness.

He stepped forward holding that coy, slick smirk to his face. You felt his hand against your lower back but refused to shy from his intense gaze.

“That smart mouth keeps getting you in trouble, baby. Just wait til we get out of here. Ima fix that attitude for you.”