#lambsgone

Music playing, spectators around the ring watching Nattie and a sparring volunteer, trading holds and counters in smooth, quick transitions. Class was going as planned until the aura in the building had changed. The trainees stood in awe (but mostly fear) as the tall figure walked in, getting a close-up of the training session. "So...did you see what we just did there? Guys? Guys? Hellooooo...?" Eyes followed what stole their attention, features going from confused to bashful.

No matter how long Damien and Max had been hanging around each other, Max's default was to be the most obnoxious, irritating, grating human being on the face of the planet--despite Damien's pleas for him to just...be quiet. Be normal, for once. Normal? What's normal? Normal seemed boring and, truthfully, Damien was everything but fucking normal.

Venturing into the restaurant, following the atypical argument in the car, Max's teeth were clenched as Damien squeezed his hand harshly before pulling the bold, loud man into his space. Max couldn't even say a word due to the fact that just as he'd parted his lips to speak, the server at the entranceway asked them how many and Max threw up two fingers. "Two."

The younger man would follow the server's lead while linked hand in hand with Damien against his will until they were led to a booth towards the back of the establishment. "You can fucking let go now. My hand is about to go numb, dick."

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scarlett wanted nothing to do with damian who thought it was okay to talk with her. she continued to walk away from him with a loud click of her heels. she was doing her best not to make a scene with how many people were surrounding them.

the blonde woman walked in the parking lot without realizing he was deciding to follow her in the empty parking lot of the arena. she stopped when she heard footsteps approaching her and turned on her heels to face. anger was written on her face with how she thought how dare he follow her around when she made it clear she did not want to be followed.

she was about to lash out at him with words of venom at the punishment when their lips met in a hungry kiss. she did attempt to push him lightly before she began to kiss him back in the same matter, hand coming to touch his chest. she was started to enjoy the way his strong hands explored her body. she walked backwards until she felt cool metal touch her back. a car who belonged to her ex - boyfriend.

her hands fumbled to open to the door of the vehicle and let herself inside of it, removing the bottom pieces of clothing and watched priest do the same. she leaned up when he came inside of the car to tower over her body and kisses him lustfully. she slide her hand between them to push him inside of her, breaking the kiss to rest her head against the leather seat below her body. her hand reaching up to hold the back of his neck.

He came, he saw, he visited her.

There was no need to explain what he came over for nor did Nattie ask for a reason at the door because she already knew, they both did. After leading Damian to her bedroom and after minutes of kissing, caressing and touching in all the right places, it ended up with them connected to each other, hips bucking in perfect sync.

Sounds of mutual affection echoed out of them both, his voice and grunts deep and grainy so it drove Nattie crazy, and it didn't help when he spoke Spanish so close by her ear. She'd have to find out what he was saying She too uttered sweet nothings and praise in-between seemingly endless moans. It was in the heat of the moment when she said something she's secretly been learning without his knowledge.

@lambsgone ding ding ding ding ding, we have a winner!

@lambsgone asked: holds up the soon to be/is birthday boy, he deserves some love.

He does. He definitely does. 

“Forty-one now?” The Undertaker asks, raising a brow. Off to the side, Kane tilts his head. Younger than them by a good few years, but not bad, for their business. Not bad at all. 

“C’mere, boy.” The Undertaker waves Priest to join them. The sunset paints the yard and the home in oranges and pinks and stark shadows. It’s picturesque, strange though the landscape might be. It’s peaceful. 

It’s home. 

For a while, neither brother says anything. Then Taker glances at Kane, who makes a show of sighing dramatically. 

“Fine.” Kane stands and moves to the kitchen, floorboards creaking under his boots. It’s all for show. Taker’s not going to intervene in… Whatever weird dynamic they have going on. They seem happy enough. After a moment of rummaging, Kane returns to the porch with a plate in his hands. There’s a cake on it, tres leches (Kane had guessed what kind to make - couldn’t ask without ruining the surprise), white icing, strawberries from the Thompson farm on top, and ‘FIDO’ hand-piped in black along the side. 

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the night the two were intimate should have been the last encounter because she didn't want to see his face ever again. not once did she ever mention that time to anyone, not even karrion who should know since it was his vehicle they done the deed in. she couldn't muster the courage to tell him about it so she kept it to herself. it was quite hard considering it felt like she disrespected him without his knowledge.

there was one thing bothering her more than anything and that was she enjoyed how rough damian was with her, hand wrapped around her throat to keep her in place. the fantasies of the way he can manhandle her was delicious in a way she hated he invaded her dreams. she was not going to tell him about this or he would of won the war they were having. that was not what she wanted things to happen.

another work night spent backstage with wondering if she was going to get another chance to manager her ex husband live on television for smackdown. upon hearing that the two members of judgement day were going to make appearance, scarlett vowed to remain inside of the locker which would keep her from seeing priest at all during the night. he would not let him have her all over again because she was not some toy for him to play with when the mood was right.

as luck would have it, she was called to do a photoshoot alone when she had wished for karrion to accompany her as she didn't want to be alone under no circumstances. it seem he had his own plans of what he wanted to do that night, like get a workout in. so she was left walk the halls alone. and no, she was n o t afraid of him.

after the photoshoot took place, she stepped out of the room, taking quick glance around her surrounds. there that fool was looking as smug as ever which disgusted her. she glared at him darkly as she walked passed him, but she did not expect him to stop nor did she expect him to pull her inside of empty locker room. he had demanded her to remove her clothing from her body, only for her to refuse to give in to his demands. at the threat of tearing at her expensive outfit, she began to take off every piece of clothing until she was bare in front of him.

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a road trip was what was in order for the two of them who got along quite well. maybe it's the bond over the darkness they seem to keep around them or it could be isla enjoyed being in karrion's company with how he treats her like a queen. a queen of darkness that is.

music playing softly as the road went on for miles with the windows down to feel the breeze coming in and blowing hair around. his driving was one that she could easily state he was excellent behind the wheel. it is why she was not worried about the road as her hues were closed shut with contentment.

they did make talk about whatever seem to be on their minds whether it was about life in general or the things they wanted to accomplish, together or by themselves. he was intriguing man which why she can listen to him talk for hours on end about whatever was on his mind.

isla was in another one of her traces with the breeze blowing threw her hair, hues closed shut without so much as a care. feeling free for the first time in a long time. she didn't flinch when she felt his fingertips gliding along her thighs, loving the feel of him touching her. she was not going to stop him since she craved his touch no matter what he did to her.

it was when his fingers brushed up against her folds through her panties where she bit down on her lower lip. she did not expect a sensual touch to turn rather dirty between them, not that she is complaining. she gripped onto the edge of the car seat as he slipped his hands in underneath her panties to place one of his digits inside her wet folds. she stopped biting her lower lip to let her moans come out.