There was a part of Willow that always found Kevin to be attractive, but she wasn’t exactly keen on sharing him with Mercedes of all people either. However regardless of that, she still found herself blushing at his words. Was she really considering doing this? “I dunno,” she replied as she folded her arms across her chest, the nerves hitting big time. “Why do you want to include her in this? She’s scary, I’m all the woman you need baby,” Mercedes smirked as she leaned in closer to Kevin.

She knew there was no reason for her to be shy or embarrassed about feeling things when she was with Joe, but it was just built into Kyleigh. Mostly from the lycan side that thought of them as a weakness and the human side fighting with her over it. Either way she was happy he decided to throw a joke in there, causing her to lightly punch his chest even though she wouldn't be completely against it either. "Fine! Ruin all the fun!" She teased him back, forcing herself to climb out of his lap. Kyleigh actually did hope that they had the stuff he needed so she could perch herself on the counter and watch him cook. Everything Joe did was a sight to see, so she had no doubt this was just another thing to add to that list. While he got up and went into the kitchen she cleaned up the mess she had made while opening up her sneakers then ran upstairs. Kyleigh wanted to put her gift away and maybe change into something a bit cuter. Yeah it was obvious the full moon was coming: she went from being pissed off at the world, to wanting to cry over some damn shoes, to feeling like she could jump Joe's bones all night long. Shaking her head she went into the closet only to come out with one of his giant t-shirts and a pair of her more adult panties to wear underneath. When she came back down she found him still in the kitchen so she simply hoped up and sat on the counter, her feet swinging as she watched him.

He wasn’t sure what it was about Kyleigh, but everything about the younger woman drove him absolutely insane — so much so he found himself falling more head over heels in love with her with every passing day. He wasn’t sure how to say that without sounding chessy as hell, so he chose to express his love with actions instead. Like buying her things, and cooking for her. Once he was inside the kitchen, he first started off by tracking down the recipe card in his top drawer. There were a few pastas he had learned to make from his Mother, but he decided to go with the quickest, better yet. The recipe that required the least ingredients. “Hm..” He glanced between a recipe for chicken and spinach penne or a cream based sauce pasta. “Perfect timing.” He showed her the two cards. “Which one of these are calling out to you more?” He waited for her to reply before heading over to the fridge to grab the necessary items and thankfully everything he needed was there.

That fucking look right there, the 'I'm so cute, but I'm about to do the dirtiest thing to you' was what got him every single time. Stephon loved it though, kept him on his toes and to be honest it made life so much more exciting. "Don't go using that against me, that's not fair." He pushed out through clenched teeth. Just the feel of her hand on him outside of his jeans was enough to drive him crazy, but then Ashlyn had the nerve to reach inside his pants and put her skin on his own? His hands clenched into fists when he felt the cooler air in his living room hit his overheated cock, a soft moan once more leaving his lips. "Fuck me." He mumbled finally feeling her lips on him, the warmth and softness of her mouth making him think of the one other place he wanted his dick to be buried in that moment.

Excitement causing her heart to pound in her ears Kyleigh found herself laying back as Tyson had asked, thankful that at least for now she could still see everything he was doing. She always told him that no matter what they did in and out of the bedroom she would love it, the anticipation of where this might go had her breathing labored. As usual she tried to hide the initial shyness that came over her being completely bare in front of him as if it hadn't happened a whole bunch of times before. When she quickly relaxed right after she watched him remove his boxers and couldn't help but to lick her lips, her hands reaching out to him. "Get that sexy ass in this bed right now." She demanded, already wanting him to be as close to her as possible.

There was something about the way she desperately pleaded with him that was such a turn on for the older man. He kept his hands on her slender frame as fingertips continued to caress her body through the material of her clothing. He could picture them in each place she requested, the more every word sank in, the more he found himself turned on and ready to give into her every wish and desire. ‘Fuck,’ he mouthed out himself as he pressed his crotch into her more. It was clear her words were having some sort of effect on him from the way his length pressed firmly against his pants. 

“Anywhere you say?” He leaned in, giving her neck a gentle nip before he sucked softly on the skin, and then a little pressure was added as a nice love mark was left on her skin. “All of that sounds good darling, and since you’ve been so good for me I’m going to give you what you want. Now go lock the door.” He reached down to give her ass a small firm smack before pulling away and motioning toward the door with a quick tilt on his head. 

Seeing the reaction on his face made Mercedes wish she had kept him in the dark about everything. But she didn’t want to build a relationship based on lies either — even if he ended up walking out of her life forever, she would be just fine with that since he knew the truth. “He just had this hold over me. I’m starting to realize just how toxic our relationship was, and I hate that I dragged you into this mess.”

📨 : touche, let's not do that and say we didn't, yeah?

📨 : gabe is feral enough all on his own especially with you without that idea implanted in his head. truth be told, dave is sufficiently feral enough on his own without any of the other boys being on his level.

📨 : truth be told, i'm surprised nothin' has happened with me yet the way dave is 👀 oh, man, could you imagine, willow? that would be insane, innit?

📨 : awwww, we'd be such a great tag team, what?! could you imagine us as the goddesses of stardom or the aew women's world tag team champions??? with our wrath fire???? yes!!

CONTACT: BECKY. [msg]: but your baby would be the cutest thing in the world omg. also feisty. I just see him or her having a mouth on them and that amuses me so much. [msg]: okay, you going into detail like this has me more tempted to make it happen. i'm prepared to deal with the wrath from mina if we ended up tag team champions. [msg]: more than a wee bit, she would be out for blood ;-;

Even though it wasn’t her fault in the slightest, WIllow still felt beyond embarrassed. All she could think about was the possible scenarios that she could have walked in on, and that made her cheeks flush over even more. “Thank you,” She replied with a smile before she turned to head for the door. She couldn’t help but think about who this person could be if they got a complaint. Maybe the manager? Or worse, owner — so the least she could do was ease his mind about that part. “---and don’t worry. I won’t file a complaint or anything.”

Muse; Donovan (AHS Hotel)

Open to: M/F

Willow stopped midwalk, her room key in one hand, and her pull along bag in the other. “Well this is awkward.” She replied, pausing as she wondered how the front desk could make a mistake this big. Was the room double booked?  “I thought this room was free. I’m sorry.”

Usually when it came to movies, Seth could tell right away if he would love it or not, and from the second Carter appeared he found himself laughing from the start. When it got to the karaoke scene, he couldn’t help but sing along to the lyrics a bit, his attention on the TV until he heard the sound of her question. “I dunno, I”m usually a mosh pit kinda guy. But I can try.” He stood to his feet, doing a little pelvic motion as he watched Carter move on screen. It was nowhere near as smooth as his, but regardless he was having fun while he tried. “What do you think, babe? Do I have the moves or what?”

She nodded her head at the sound of his question. She had her attention on her phone as the video played through, unable to get over how good they looked together. “I’m posting this later,” she replied, smiling as she watched him throw himself on the couch. She was seconds away from suggesting they watch a movie, or even go out when she heard the words he spoke. There was something about them that made her want to try something, something that might have been on her mind from the moment he appeared at her door. Normally she wouldn’t dare try to make the first move, she loved being approached. But with Damien it was different, and it was because of that difference that she didn’t hesitate in approaching him. “Are you sure you want to know?” She waited for him to get into a comfortable position before she settled on top of his lap, placing her arms around his neck as their eyes met. “---what if my wish is to make out with a band member.”

her chin lifted. ❝ brie and i spent ten years dragging the bella name through every arena, every locker room, every criticism, every person who couldn't stand the fact that two women they didn't take seriously kept getting bigger and bigger. ❞ her smile turned smug. ❝ ten years, jaida. you haven't even had to spend ten years being me. ❞ she stepped closer again. ❝ you know what i had to do to get what i wanted? take it. ❞ a beat. ❝ championships? took them. attention? took it. the spotlight? took it. ❞ her eyebrows lifted. ❝ hell, i wore the pants in every relationship i've ever been in. you think i'm suddenly going to let you tell me where i belong? ❞ nikki laughed beneath her breath. ❝ please. ❞ she folded her arms. ❝ you're standing here telling me i'm scared of you because you think you're talented. sweetheart, i've watched talented women come and go for ten years. i've watched women have their little moments, get their little cheers, have everyone call them the future... and then i've watched them become trivia questions. ❞ her eyes narrowed. ❝ i'm not a moment. ❞ she tapped her chest. ❝ i'm the woman those moments get compared to. ❞ the words came easily, arrogantly. ❝ that's what you don't understand about legacy. you don't get to announce that you're replacing somebody. the people at the top decide whether you're even worthy of being compared to them. ❞

Jaida wasn’t sure what she expected to happen when she dropped John’s name, but it sure in hell wasn’t this. She would never admit the words out loud, but she found a new fond respect for Nikki. It was obvious she had thick skin, more importantly able to let words roll off her skin without an ounce of emotion felt. It just showed Jaida that she still had a lot of work needed to improve herself, especially if she had dreams of making it to the main roster any time soon. She stood there, a nod of her head made as she acknowledged the smile on Nikki’s face. “Oh, you think I’m adorable? Bet.” She could have thrown a million insults the older woman’s way, but it was obvious it wouldn’t work. Nah, it would only fuel Nikki to try and preach to her even more, which she was no longer interested in hearing. 

“I didn’t come here looking for some history lesson. I’m well aware of what you have done with the company, and if you’re gonna hold on to all of that instead of focusing on moving forward, then baby, we don’t need you anymore.” She replied bluntly. She thought about what Nikki said about earning her respect, and truth was she didn’t know if she wanted it or not. Regardless if it happened, it wasn’t going to stop her from doing her thing. Doing whatever it took to prove a name for herself and show that she belonged on the fast track to the main roster. It was cool having someone as big as John Cena believe in her, but even if that hadn’t been the case it wouldn’t have stopped her from putting in the work. Nothing could at this point. 

She was all set to just dismiss the other woman because frankly she had heard enough. But then Nikki had to continue to run her mouth, better yet say things that got under Jaida’s skin in a way no one else had managed to. It wasn’t the fact that she said nobody could take her spot, it was the fact she seemed so smug about it. That she truly thought of herself as being untouchable. “We’ll see about that. And for the record I’m not scared of you, Brie, Paige or any of those other bitches in the back. I will do whatever it takes to prove myself, and prove that I belong to have that spot. I suggest you sit back and enjoy the show.”

In his eyes it was already public knowledge that she was his favorite, he was always looking for a reason to talk her up rather it be to a promoter or a fellow wrestler. All he could do was grin at her words, sending a wink of his own in return. “At this point love, I think everyone is aware of the effect you have on me.” A soft laugh slipped from his lips. “So you think I’m the total package?” He leaned in a bit closer, their lips nearly touching. “So  there isn’t one thing you would change about me?”

✰ . . . his question is valid, she's not known for letting anyone, not even him, win. becky is determined and competitive by nature, and this prevalent fact seems to translate into every single area of her life. even if she were willing to, she doubts it would be possible for her to let that go. gaze narrows, slitted hazels full of feigned thought like the redhead really was considering what he's proposing here. finally, she shakes her head apologetically. ❝ — no can do, boyo. ❞ statement made with a dramatic shrug of shoulders. ❝ . . . then again, when has lettin' anyone win been in m' nature, hm? ❞

a little squeak as prince continues to placate her. how was she to be the man, all big and bad, when he admonishes her so? no wonder she remained so smitten! even the steeliest of resolves couldn't compete with the irishman's charm, and when it comes to him, lynch still carries the resolve of a teenage girl alongside that ever-burning torch. ❝ oh, it's quite simple, really. i blame it on those pretty blue eyes of y'ers and that smile that could melt the coldest heart! ❞ a beat, brows lifting as if to emphasize her own point.

but, quickly they furrow as they watch his face change, and felt the energy between them shift. his laughter has faded and in its place came an ominous silence. it leads into those words, and they have a similar impact on becky as the famous last words: we need to talk. she swallows against the lump suddenly forming in her throat, worry etched in the frown that fractionally pulls the corners of her lips downward. with a great reluctance, she pulls away from him. cessation of contact creating a notable distance, one both seen and felt in equal measure. ❝ — wh-why do i get the feelin' i'm not goin' t' like what ya 'ave t' say? ❞

From the moment he spotted that look on her face, Prince regretted opening his mouth in the first place. He could already see how this conversation would end, and that was with her being highly upset with him. He was currently on one of the biggest runs of his career, and now he was thinking about making a change? A change that not only affected him, but Becky and the other members of the Bullet Club as well. He knew from the start he wouldn’t be able to lead them forever, but still him making the decision to step away seemed bitter sweet. He made a motion toward a chair behind him – figuring it would be easier for him to come clean if she was settled down somewhere instead of directly in front of him. “So love.” He started, their eyes meeting as he continued to speak. “There’s something I want to tell you. I got an offer the other day. An offer from  the States and I’m seriously thinking about accepting it.” He didn’t want to say where the offer was exactly, but he knew Becky wasn’t dumb. She would be able to piece together what he was saying, without him directly saying the words to her. “I wanted to get your opinion first before I made any decisions.” A pause was made. “I’m telling you first before any of the other fellas.” It was his way of saying that her opinion would always and forever hold the most weight with him. 

Despite the fact she was heavily pregnant and could go into labor at any given moment, there was part of her that couldn’t believe they were going to be parents either. All she could do was think about their baby, better yet who they would look more like: her or him. It was enough to make her smile each and every time the thought popped into her head. “I know. I still feel like I’m in some kind of dream I’m going to wake up from at any given moment.” She confessed, unable to stop the smile from showing against her features as their eyes locked. “Now go, otherwise you’re never gonna get out of here.” She giggled as she stole one last kiss before heading into the kitchen to fix him a cup of coffee to go.