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Having to rewrite the Drilla request after my word lost literally everything is actually more refreshing then I thought.

#writing update

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Things That May Be Causing Your Writer's Block- and How to Beat Them

I don't like the term 'Writer's Block' - not because it isn't real, but because the term is so vague that it's useless. Hundreds of issues all get lumped together under this one umbrella, making writer's block seem like this all-powerful boogeyman that's impossible to beat. Worse yet, it leaves people giving and receiving advice that is completely ineffective because people often don't realize they're talking about entirely different issues.

In my experience, the key to beating writer's block is figuring out what the block even is, so I put together a list of Actual Reasons why you may be struggling to write:

(note that any case of writer's block is usually a mix of two or more)

Perfectionism (most common)

What it looks like:

You write one sentence and spend the next hour googling "synonyms for ___"

Write. Erase. Write. Rewrite. Erase.

Should I even start writing this scene when I haven't figured out this one specific detail yet?

I hate everything I write

Cringing while writing

My first draft must be perfect, or else I'm a terrible writer

Things that can help:

Give yourself permission to suck

Keep in mind that nothing you write is going to be perfect, especially your first draft

Think of writing your first/early drafts not as writing, but sketching out a loose foundation to build upon later

People write multiple drafts for a reason: write now, edit later

Stop googling synonyms and save that for editing

Write with a pen to reduce temptation to erase

Embrace leaving blank spaces in your writing when you can't think of the right word, name, or detail

It's okay if your writing sucks. We all suck at some point. Embrace the growth mindset, and focus on getting words on a page

Lack of inspiration (easiest to fix)

What it looks like:

Head empty, no ideas

What do I even write about???

I don't have a plot, I just have an image

Want to write but no story to write

Things that can help:

Google writing prompts

If writing prompts aren't your thing, instead try thinking about what kind of tropes/genres/story elements you would like to try out

Instead of thinking about the story you would like to write, think about the story you would like to read, and write that

It's okay if you don't have a fully fleshed out story idea. Even if it's just an image or a line of dialogue, it's okay to write that. A story may or may not come out of it, but at least you got the creative juices flowing

Stop writing. Step away from your desk and let yourself naturally get inspired. Go for a walk, read a book, travel, play video games, research history, etc. Don't force ideas, but do open up your mind to them

If you're like me, world-building may come more naturally than plotting. Design the world first and let the story come later

Boredom/Understimulation (lost the flow)

What it looks like:

I know I should be writing but uugggghhhh I just can'tttttt

Writing words feels like pulling teeth

I started writing, but then I got bored/distracted

I enjoy the idea of writing, but the actual process makes me want to throw my laptop out the window

Things that can help:

Introduce stimulation: snacks, beverages, gum, music such as lo-fi, blankets, decorate your writing space, get a clickity-clackity keyboard, etc.

Add variety: write in a new location, try a new idea/different story for a day or so, switch up how you write (pen and paper vs. computer) or try voice recording or speech-to-text

Gamify writing: create an arbitrary challenge, such as trying to see how many words you can write in a set time and try to beat your high score

Find a writing buddy or join a writer's group

Give yourself a reward for every writing milestone, even if it's just writing a paragraph

Ask yourself whether this project you're working on is something you really want to be doing, and be honest with your answer

Intimidation/Procrastination (often related to perfectionism, but not always)

What it looks like:

I was feeling really motivated to write, but then I opened my laptop

I don't even know where to start

I love writing, but I can never seem to get started

I'll write tomorrow. I mean next week. Next month? Next month, I swear (doesn't write next month)

Can't find the time or energy

Unreasonable expectations (I should be able to write 10,000 words a day, right????)

Feeling discouraged and wondering why I'm even trying

Things that can help:

Follow the 2 min rule (or the 1 paragraph rule, which works better for me): whenever you sit down to write, tell yourself that you are only going to write for 2 minutes. If you feel like continuing once the 2 mins are up, go for it! Otherwise, stop. Force yourself to start but DO NOT force yourself to continue unless you feel like it. The more often you do this, the easier it will be to get started

Make getting started as easy as possible (i.e. minimize barriers: if getting up to get a notebook is stopping you from getting started, then write in the notes app of your phone)

Commit to a routine that will work for you. Baby steps are important here. Go with something that feels reasonable: every day, every other day, once a week, twice a week, and use cues to help you remember to start. If you chose a set time to write, just make sure that it's a time that feels natural to you- i.e. don't force yourself to writing at 9am every morning if you're not a morning person

Find a friend or a writing buddy you can trust and talk it out or share a piece of work you're proud of. Sometimes we just get a bit bogged down by criticism- either internal or external- and need a few words of encouragement

The Problem's Not You, It's Your Story (or Outline (or Process))

What it looks like:

I have no problems writing other scenes, it's just this scene

I started writing, but now I have no idea where I'm going

I don't think I'm doing this right

What's an outline?

Drowning in documents

This. Doesn't. Make. Sense. How do I get from this plot point to this one?!?!?! (this ColeyDoesThings quote lives in my head rent free cause BOY have I been there)

Things That Can Help:

Go back to the drawing board. Really try to get at the root of why a scene or story isn't working

A part of growing as a writer is learning when to kill your darlings. Sometimes you're trying to force an idea or scene that just doesn't work and you need to let it go

If you don't have an outline, write one

If you have an outline and it isn't working, rewrite it, or look up different ways to structure it

You may be trying to write as a pantser when you're really a plotter or vice versa. Experiment with different writing processes and see what feels most natural

Study story structures, starting with the three act structure. Even if you don't use them, you should know them

Check out Ellen Brock on YouTube. She's a professional novel editor who has a lot of advice on writing strategies for different types of writers

Also check out Savage Books on YouTube (another professional story editor) for advice on story structure and dialogue. Seriously, I cannot recommend this guy enough

Executive Dysfunction, Usually From ADHD/Autism

What it looks like:

Everything in boredom/understimulation

Everything in intimidation/procrastination

You have been diagnosed with and/or have symptoms of ADHD/Autism

Things that can help:

If you haven't already, seek a diagnosis or professional treatment

Hire an ADHD coach or other specialist that can help you work with your brain (I use Shimmer; feel free to DM me for a referral)

Seek out neurodiverse communities for advice and support

Try body doubling! There's lot's of free online body doubling websites out there for you to try. If social anxiety is a barrier, start out with writing streams such as katecavanaughwrites on Twitch

Be aware of any sensory barriers that may be getting in the way of you writing (such as an uncomfortable desk chair, harsh lighting, bad sounds)

And Lastly, Burnout, Depression, or Other Mental Illness

What it looks like:

You have symptoms of burnout or depression

Struggling with all things, not just writing

It's more than a lack of inspiration- the spark is just dead

Things that can help:

Forget writing for now. Focus on healing first.

Seek professional help

If you feel like it, use writing as a way to explore your feelings. It can take the form of journaling, poetry, an abstract reflection of your thoughts, narrative essays, or exploring what you're feeling through your fictional characters. The last two helped me rediscover my love of writing after I thought years of depression had killed it for good. Just don't force yourself to do so, and stop if it takes you to a darker place instead of feeling cathartic

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The moment of having a cute scene for this Drilla request = Wtf else do I want do add

#writing struggles #i love the request though #and am so focused on making it perfect

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reblog if you would hug a trans boy

and if the trans boy doesnt want physical contact, youd give him a sick air-high-five

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drilla moloney x female reader where everyone thinks drilla’s a hardass but he’s a sweetie to the reader who’s his gf and he’s a HUGE simp lmao extra fluffy?

~ Because It's You ~

Word Count: 567 

Warnings:  

Type: Fluff 

Summary: “drilla moloney x female reader where everyone thinks drilla’s a hardass but he’s a sweetie to the reader who’s his gf and he’s a HUGE simp lmao extra fluffy?” 

A/N: This is a shorter one, but I hope you like it! 

~~~ 

So, do you think you’ll be able to help? 

Granted, her relationship was open to the public eye, she never expected his newest tag partner to reach out. According to the messages, her boyfriend had been a bit of a hardass lately, something that she’d become familiar with before their relationship started.  

Booking my flight now. Do me a favor and don’t tell him?    She smiled when the agreement text arrived in her notification bar. The rest of her night was spent packing things into her suitcase, and the temptation to message him. As the sun rose, she was on her way out the door, leaving for the airport. 

~~~ 

Clark sighed beside her, shaking his head in the process. Once she’d told him about her arrival time, he’d offered to pick her up, a way to help with the secretive part of everything. Dan was out doing whatever in the town, giving her plenty of time to arrive at the hotel and drop her things off. It was the first night of the road for Wrestle Kingdom, which meant he’d be headed to the arena when he was done. 

“He’ll be arriving shortly. Why don’t you hide in the locker room?” Clark tilted his head to the left, softly giving her the hint. 

She merely nodded. It didn’t take long before she heard the laughter in his voice, joking about the things he’d done with his day. It wasn’t hard to hide the smile that crept across her face, nor was it to hide the warmth in her heart. When she heard footsteps approaching the door, her eyes glanced towards the empty couch, bolting for it. 

“Fuck, man you have no idea how fucking funny that shit was.” Drilla laughed, his eyes closed as he stepped forward into the chilly room.  

“You should tell me about it.” At her words, his eyes snapped open, shooting in her direction. A growl fell from his lips as he looked at her. 

She smirked. 

“What are you doing here?” He asked, cocking an eyebrow. Drilla knew that doing it would get her to tell him, it always did. 

“Heard you’ve been a tad of a hardass. It true?” He snorted. 

“Who mentioned?” She didn’t answer, not with words. Shifting her gaze to Clark was the only answer he needed. “Fucker.” 

“Hey, I wasn’t interested in those bossing me around moments. Miss your girl around her.” Clark laughed, leaving the room. The door shut behind him, giving the couple some privacy. 

“So, he wasn’t lying then?” A giggle with a wide smile came from her. 

“Suppose not. When did you get here?” 

“Maybe an hour ago, if that. Why?” A smirk fell on his lips. “I know that look.” 

“What do you say?” Another cocked eyebrow, and a matching smirk were the only responses in that room. 

“Promise not to be such a dickhead, please.”  

“Only for you.” He replied. 

“Then hurry up and kiss me.” 

He did as she asked, walking towards her quickly. The scent of his vanilla shampoo filled her nostrils, making her smile. It was his favorite to take on the road, she knew that, and the memory of her first time traveling with him came back. It wasn’t much different than this, kissing in locker rooms while his friends were outside waiting. Somehow, she knew he’d do this, just as he said, only for her. 

#njpw imagine #njpw fluff #drilla moloney imagine #drilla moloney fluff #answered request #~ my story :) ~

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When you badly want to write that one scene now but you're still in this one boring scene that has to happen in order for that one scene to make sense

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Why must life require things? Why can't I just snuggle in bed eating chocolate and writing fanfiction?

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Since December ended up being an extremely busy month with little to no time to write, I'll still be uploading Smutmas stories, they'll just be late. I've also got some finished works coming along the way.

If you're finding my AO3 account (Taco_Crunch), then you'll find I'm posting those Smutmas stories on there as well. Each of the new stories will be added to Tumblr and AO3!

#~ my story :) ~

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This may have been a lie. Two smut in one day?

Actively finishing that Day 2 for Smutmas, I promise

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Actively finishing that Day 2 for Smutmas, I promise

#~ my story :) ~

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~ Surprise ~

Clark Connors x Unnamed Female!Reader

Word Count: 1,269

Warnings: 18+, Swearing, Oral (F receiving), Fingering, Orgasm (F),

Type: Smut

Summary: Clark receives a special gift for Christmas

A/N: If you squint, you can catch little glimpses of fluffy stuff 

~~~

“Shit, I remember that.” Clark laughed; she only rolled her eyes before standing from her spot on the bed. 

He’d been on the phone with Dan for the past forty-five minutes, and she was beginning to become frustrated. Before his phone rang, the couple were starting an intimate moment, but it fell apart as quickly as it started. It wasn’t that she was mad per se, but after a week of him teasing her, all she wanted was to get him alone. 

“As if man,” his laughter carried itself into the bathroom, where she decided to change into the Christmas gift that she’d ordered a few days prior. “You know that would--” His words trailing off as she stood in the open doorway. 

“Having a good call?” Her voice soft; his eyes trained on the pink lingerie set she’d put on. 

“I’ve got to go.” Without giving Dan a reason behind his sudden change in demeanor, Clark pulled the phone from his ear and pressed the red “end call” button. “Fuck, sweetheart, what’s all this?” He asked, standing from their bed, dropping his phone in the process. 

“Well, it was supposed to be your Christmas gift.”  

“Supposed to be?” He smirked, one of his cocky ones that drove her wild. 

“I may have gotten a tad impatient waiting on you to end your phone call.” She giggled as he stalked his way towards her. “So, are you going to unwrap your gift, or should I change?”  

Clark growled, stopping in his tracks as he reached her. “Oh sweetheart, I’m not only going to unwrap it, but I’m going to fucking ruin it.” She gasped, and he began to circle her, eyeing her as if she were his prey. “I’ve got to say, you look fucking stunning in that shade of pink.” He groaned, stepping closer to her. His arms slid around her waist from behind. 

“I wanted to match your gear as best as I could.” She sighed as his hands began to rub her hips. “It was not an easy task.” A giggle left her lips when Clark kissed her cheek, clearly showing his appreciation.   

“Is that why Gabe asked if I knew the exact shade of my gear?” He teased. 

“He wasn’t supposed to ask.” 

“I think, and just hear me out, I should show you just how much I love the gift.” She could feel his lips turn into a smirk against her ear.  

“Please,” she wanted it, him.  

“Yeah, you want that?” Another teasing question, and she groaned. “Get on the bed baby.” His tone demanding, sending shivers down her spine. He released her waist, watching her go.  

When she reached the bed, she turned, allowing herself to sit on the edge of it. Her left hand rose, and she used her index finger to make a ‘come here’ motion, to which Clark followed. He stopped, again, as he reached her. Using her other hand, she reached for his shirt, bunching it, and bringing him to her level. He’d known what she wanted, granted it being obvious, and he gave in, placing a passionate kiss on her lips. It was gentle, but she knew that it was only temporary. 

“Lay back, baby.” Clark whispered, and she did exactly as he said. “Fucking look at you, all spread out for me.”  

She whimpered. “Please, Clark. I need you.” His eyes found hers, a mischievous smirk resting on his lips. 

That smirk, the one she knew so well, meant nothing but trouble. He planned to take his time, teasing her, making her plead for his hands on her body, and he was going to do exactly that.  

“I’m right here baby.” His words only caused her to huff out a breath of air. “Isn’t that what you wanted?” 

It wasn’t, and he knew that. 

Slowly, Clark pulled himself onto their bed, his hands reaching for her calves. A whine came from her as he used his fingertips to trail a path up her legs, leading to the place she wanted him most. Carefully, his fingers slid into the waistband of her underwear, pulling them down slightly; she lifted her hips, allowing him to pull them off with ease. Once they were off, Clark began to place kisses on her thigh. Soft mewls of pleasure came from her throat, only egging him on in his agonizingly slow teasing.  

And then he moved his lips to her other thigh, inching to her wet core again. She used her right hand to slide her fingers into his hair, trying to urge him closer, only causing him to stop in his tracks. A groan of annoyance came from her. 

“Should I get my belt to keep those hands preoccupied?” She shook her head. 

He didn’t say anything else, only blowing air against her folds, making her gasp. Clark placed his rough hands on her thighs, spreading them an inch further before he delved in. He stroked his tongue against her slit, stopping just before her clit.  

“Clark...” she panted. He moaned against her, the vibrations making her moan. She’d expected him to further his teasing, so it came to no surprise when he pulled his tongue away. “You weren’t supposed to stop.”  

“I’m only enjoying my gift.” He laughed in his throat, only causing her to become more frustrated. 

“I can still take this gift away.” The threat was empty, both knew that. 

“Suppose you do that; how do you plan on getting what you’re looking for?” 

“I swear, you are the worst.” He laughed again, but the smile on her face didn’t go unnoticed. 

Lowering his head, Clark swiped his tongue against her folds again, this time sliding up to her clit. When he sucked on her clit, her fingers threaded through his hair again, this time tugging in pleasure. He removed his right hand from her thigh, bringing it underneath, giving him access to push two fingers fully inside her.  

“Oh...” she moaned, bucking her hips against his tongue as it continued to swirl through her aching core. He brought his free hand to her hips, holding them down against the mattress. 

“Fucckk!” She cried out, her body still reeling from the pleasure she was receiving. “Oh, fuck right there!” Clark moaned for a second time as he curled his fingers, the final straw, to push her over the edge. Helping her ride out her high, Clark continued to flick his tongue, until he was certain she was ready for more.  

“I ever tell you that I love how you sound each time you come for me?” He asked, pressing a kiss to her hip before sitting up.  

She laughed, joyfully, and watched as he removed his hand off her hips. Placing one hand on either side of her body, Clark dragged himself up, leaning down to kiss her. This time, it was quick, sloppy even; all he wanted was to feel his mouth on hers. 

“Mmm,” he sighed against her lips. He was the first to pull away, using the opportunity to look at her. It didn’t matter if they’d just had sex, or if she’d just woken up, she’d always been perfect in his eyes. “I love you.” He whispered. 

“I love you too.” 

“Good, I’m glad you do. But for the sake of what we’re doing, don’t mind me if I’m not quite a gentleman anymore.” He joked, causing her to laugh. 

She watched as he pulled himself off the bed, and as he removed the clothes he’d been wearing. It didn’t take long before he did unwrap the rest of his present. Best idea ever. 

#~ my story :) ~ #clark connors imagine #clark connors smut #njpw imagine #njpw smut

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Finished the first story. Patting myself on the back

For fun, I'm trying my shot for 25 days of Smutmas

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It's not even December and I am failing

For fun, I'm trying my shot for 25 days of Smutmas

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For fun, I'm trying my shot for 25 days of Smutmas

#watch this fail tho #have been writing in advance #worth a shot

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~ It Should’ve Been Me ~

Jay White x Unnamed Female!Reader 

Word Count: 1,800 

Warnings: N/A 

Type: Angst & Fluff 

Summary: After losing to MJF at Full Gear, Jay becomes jealous seeing her around him 

A/n: Two for one on a ppv 

~~~ 

“How is he?” Adam asked, shifting his head at Jay in the catering area. 

“It’s not great, to put it lightly.” She sighed.  

For the past few weeks, Jay had kidnapped the Triple B, and tonight it was on the line against Maxwell. For the most part, it seemed that Jay would be okay with losing, but watching him after the match proved otherwise. Maybe it wasn’t the losing that bothered him as much as it was that he wanted the belt. He proved himself of all the things he wanted in Japan, and now in his first title match he fell short, no matter how hard he tried to beat his opponent. It wasn’t the first time he’d felt disappointed in a loss, but this one was different to him. This time, it wasn’t just about putting on a good show for the fans or proving that he could do something. No, this time it was about her. Her with the smile that lit up any room she entered, the gorgeous eyes that he always seemed to get lost in, the outgoing personality that made him fall for her in the first place. He realized his feelings for her when the first person he wanted to celebrate his Wembley win was with her, but he hadn’t told her that. 

“Want me to talk with him?” She shook her head at Adam’s question. 

Sure, they were good friends, both admitted to that, but right now she wanted to be the one to comfort him. It wasn’t often she saw him like this, bummed about anything, so she wanted to help him, even if he’d be cocky about it. After hearing they were ready for him on the Media Scrum, Adam left, giving her a reassuring smile. Once she knew he was safely out of the room, she began walking towards the table that he’d been sitting at for the past ten minutes.  

“Jay?” Her voice laced with worry, catching his attention quickly. 

“Hey, what’s up?” The emotion of discouraged still lingered on his face, and she felt awful about it. 

“I was wondering if you wanted to talk about your match.” He shook his head.  

There was no eye contact, just the empty awkward silence filling the air. Jay knew he needed to say something, anything, to her. Yet, he couldn’t get a single word out. Unsure if it was fear or if it was simply his nerves, Jay stood, wanting to leave so he could think. Normally, he didn’t mind doing it when she was around, but this time, when it was about her, he wanted to be alone. 

“I’ve got to go.” He left without another word, leaving her confused. 

Not thinking too much of it, she turned and left for the media area. After his questionnaire ended, Max would be leaving from the right side. Since Jay left, she decided to meet the champ when he was done. Scrolling through her Instagram account, she almost missed the sound of his laugh filling the room when he entered.  

“Hey! What are you doing here?” It was clear he was in pain, the sound throughout his tone. 

“I was waiting for you. How’s the leg?” He groaned at her question, giving her the answer, she needed. “Alright, so that’s a not great.” 

He laughed at her joke, causing her to smile. They’d been friends for a few years now, most of the time keeping it off social media. Max was this entitled heel on screen, but the man she knew, he was different. He’d been kind to her when she needed a friend, and that’s how it started for them.  

“So first you’re going to keep that title from me, and now her too huh?” Jay yelled it, and even though it was a question, to her it sounded less like that. In her mind, Jay was angry, but she didn’t understand why. 

“What are you talking about man?” Max called back; his fists clenched. 

“You know what I’m talking about Friedman. Since you’re out here stealing my girl from me too!” His exclamation led to all eyes on her, and she felt tears in her eyes. Without saying anything, she took off for her car, not bothering to grab any of her stuff before leaving. 

For a while, she drove in silence, not really having a destination in mind. What had Jay been talking about when he called her his girl? Even an hour later she still didn’t have the answer to her question, and she knew there was only one place to get it. Once she pulled her car into a gas station, her phone dinged letting her know someone texted her. Grabbing it to see who, she noticed it was from the one man she needed to talk to. He wanted to talk, if she was willing, and he also had let her know that he brought her stuff back to the hotel room for her. In her zone of driving, she’d forgotten all about her things, including her camera with all the photos she’d taken during the show. In the morning she would message Tony about bringing them for him to see, since she left before he’d finished with the scrum. Thinking of a plan, and falling short, she’d decided to return to the hotel. 

“Jay, are you still awake?” He flipped the switch on his beside lamp, signaling to her that he was.

“I waited for an hour at the arena for you.” His words were gentle. They’d always been with her, tonight being the exception. “Then I waited two more hours here for you to come back. When it hit the two-hour mark, I thought you decided to crash with Max.”

“I’m right here.” She whispered softly, and he nodded his head. A sniffle could be heard from where she sat on her bed. “We need to talk about what happened.”

Jay rolled so he could face her, his bare chest exposed from the lack of blanket. It wasn’t that she hadn’t seen him shirtless any other time they shared a room, but after what he said tonight, it felt different. 

“I’m sorry, especially about the yelling--” His words trailed off as he focused on pulling himself into a sitting position. “I know that you’re probably confused.” 

She nodded, not saying anything else in case he wanted to keep explaining. 

“I’ve lost belts, and I’ve lost title matches, but tonight was different than those times. Before, I was trying to prove to the audience that I was the best in the world. Tonight, it wasn’t about proving myself to them, at least not in my eyes.” Another sniffle came, and Jay turned his head to look at her again. She noticed the red puffy eyes, informing her that he’d been crying recently.  

“When you step into a ring, people know who you are, there isn’t anything that needs proven.” A small smile appeared on her face, an effort to comfort him. 

At this, he chuckled, knowing that while it may seem that way, it wasn’t how he saw it. “There was, and I failed to do it. It got to me, and I let it trample over my emotions.” 

“If it wasn’t the crowd, then who did you want to prove it to?” He smiled at her, and he went to speak before her phone rang out. Checking it, she frowned, knowing it wouldn’t help the situation any. “It’s Max, but I don’t have to answer it.” He shook his head and leaned to turn off his lamp. 

When her phone fell silent, his motions stopped. They sat in silence for a moment, neither sure what to say to the other. It was he who’d been the first to break it. 

“I wanted to prove it to you.” Jay released a breath after his admission, giving her time to process what he’d said. 

“Why me?” Now was the hard part of the conversation, at least how she saw it. He’d say something about needing everyone to say he was the best, as an ego boost, but it wouldn’t be what she’d want. 

“The way I feel about you.” He sucked in a breath before continuing. “When I won at Wembley, you were the first person I ran to backstage. I wanted you to celebrate and be happy with me. At All Out when BCG won, you were there waiting for me. I’d been so frustrated with how my hair was sticking to me, and you took the time to brush it out of my face. Each time something happens, I want to share it with you.” 

“Jay, I didn’t know you felt this way.” She whispered. 

“I didn’t expect you to, if I’m being honest. Seeing you with him tonight, it caused me to get jealous, and I just snapped.” Her laugh at his words caught him by surprise, but he smiled. 

“Well, I’m impressed with you in the ring.” He laughed at that. “I’m also impressed with who you are outside the ring. The kind of guy who’ll wait a total of three hours for you, the guy who’ll share his emotions with you, even if he doesn’t like them. That’s the version of you that I want to celebrate wins with, brush hair from your face, and share memories with.” 

“As friends?” His question was expected, since she hadn’t flat out admitted things the way he had. 

“I was thinking as your girl, since Max can’t take me away from the guy I like.” Without even finishing her sentence, Jay had the blanket off and was standing in front of her. When she did finish, he leaned down and kissed her, both hands coming to cup her face.  

The kiss was filled with passion, one that she’d feel on her lip's hours later. When he pulled away, his hands stayed, holding her like she was the most perfect thing to him. 

“I hope that was okay.” He whispered, lips barely above hers. 

“It was perfect.” She smiled at him, and he kissed her again. “Come on, let’s lay in bed.” 

“You don’t want to shower first?” He asked, but she shook her head. 

“Well, I’d like to lay in bed with my man, but I seem to be missing that title for someone.” A giggle left her lips as Jay kissed her for a third time. 

“You got me there. How about I ask you with more of these kisses I’ve been giving for free.” He teased. 

She nodded; a playful grin lay on her face as they crawled into bed. Jay rolled slightly, turning off the lamp, and kept his end of the bargain, filling her night with kisses as his girl.  

#~ my story :) ~ #aew imagine #aew fluff #jay white fluff #jay white imagine

[mystic-story-lover]

~ Texas Death ~

Adam Page x Unnamed Female!Reader 

Word Count:  1589

Warnings: 18+, Swearing, Blood Content Warning, Public Sex, Fingering, Penetration, Oral (Male Receiving), 

Type: Fluff & Smut 

Summary: Hangman reflects with his girlfriend on his Texas Deathmatch against Swerve 

A/n: Okay, I saw this match and instantly knew this was going to be written 

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Sometimes, Hangman really pissed her off. 

Tonight was AEW’s Full Gear, and her boyfriend was to fight in a Texas Deathmatch. She knew the match was going to be brutal, and she knew that Adam would be taking bumps that made her nervous, but she was also pissed. After promising her that he wouldn’t do anything reckless to get himself hurt, she watched him get glass in his back, fuck around with barbed wire, and play with staples. Out of most things in matches, Hangman knew that was one that grossed her out. 

“Babe, how many times do I have to tell you I’m sorry?” His voice came from behind her. 

“A million? Two million?” She retorted with questions of her own. “I had to watch one of my best friends take staples to the face. Do you know how gross it is to see staples in another person’s body?” 

“It was for the show, and I warned you there would be things you didn’t like in it.” He groaned, dragging a hand down his face.  

“I thought you meant glass or thumbtacks, not a fucking staple gun.” Her hands flew into the air in exaggeration. 

Hangman sighed, knowing she was right. For effect of the show, nobody warned her about the staple gun coming around, especially knowing how much she hated it. There’d been times that seeing them has caused her to become queasy, and he felt bad for the lack of warning. Jogging to catch up with her, Hangman let out a breath, hoping he could make it up to her. Once he’d caught up with her, the cowboy reached out for her wrist, catching it in his palm. Using the opportunity, he spun her around, giving her a chance to look at him. Hell, he’d drop to his knees in front of her if that’s what it took for her.  

With wide eyes, she sucked in a breath, taking the time to truly look at him everywhere. She noticed the way the dried blood lingered on his body, but any cuts were cleaned up already. Her hand shook as she reached out for him, and he grabbed it with one of his own, bringing it to his chest. 

“You’re still bloody,” she whispered, shaking her head. “I don’t get it, why are you still covered in blood?” 

“Because Darlin’, I didn’t care about cleaning myself up until I checked on you. You were right, I should’ve told you about the staple spots.” He spoke gently, still holding her hand. 

“I don’t know what to say.” She replied, a small smile appearing on her face. 

“You don’t have to say anything, I’m just glad to see you smile.” A smile came on his face as he answered her. 

Her actions were wordless, but they held a tension that the blonde didn’t expect to come from this. As her finger slipped under his chin, he looked at her eyes, and he noticed they were darker than normal. Using the resting finger, she brought Hangman’s face down to her level, and wrapped her arms around his neck. The small smile turned into a cocky smirk when she leaned up to kiss him, which he reciprocated. 

“Darlin’, what are you doing?” He panted out, pulling away from her lips the slightest bit. 

“All I’m doing is kissing you.” Her voice came with an innocent tone, but he knew by the look in her eyes that her thoughts were far from. 

“You really want to do this at work?” Another kiss from her sealed the answer he needed, and he backed her into a wall. 

The two weren’t far from his dressing room, but she knew that he was still sharing it with the rest of The Elite, leaving it useless to them. Thankfully, they were in a dark hallway, one that was barricaded from most sights by wooden crates. There was only one way to see down the hall, and that was to come up right next to the boxes, meaning they’d be hidden with ease. 

“Didn’t think I’d be getting this treatment tonight.” Hangman let out a little chuckle as he moved his feverish kisses to her jaw. She leaned her head back against the wall, welcoming the feeling of his lips on her body. 

“Neither did I,” a moan escaped her when his lips connected with her sweet spot. When his teeth contacted the flesh, a whimper followed his action. “Seeing you the way you are, I changed my mind.” 

“No complaints here.” He whispered below her ear, bringing his lips back up her neck. 

“Hangy, please, I need you.” She moaned out, panting as she leaned her head back in pleasure. 

Following her needs, the cowboy backed away, giving him the ability to turn her around. While her hands collided with the wall, he pressed himself right against her, allowing her to feel his cock through his gear. To not waste any extra time, he quickly tugged her leggings down, her lace underwear coming off at the same time.  

“Touch yourself for me baby.” He grunted, palming her ass in the process.  

She did as he told her, bringing one hand off the wall and letting it fall to her pussy. Small silent whimpers fell from her lips as her fingers met her clit. Adam listened to her gasp as she slipped two fingers into her entrance, and he lowered himself to a squatting position so he could watch her. He’d always admired the sight of her completely at his will, following everything he told her to do, no matter how badly she wanted his hands on her. Tonight, he wouldn’t make her wait long, as he stood upright again, he began to unbuckle his belt. He listened as she continued to pant, his rock-hard cock only becoming painful while restrained. Still reeling from the pleasure between her legs, she listened as the sound of a zipper interrupted the moans she let out. The following sound of fabric falling only increased the slickness at her core, and she released a louder moan as his hand encountered her ass. 

“Take your fingers out Darlin.” He spoke, kissing her left shoulder blade. Again, she did as he told, removing her fingers and bringing the hand back up. “Taste yourself babe.” 

Following instructions again, she took both fingers in her mouth, sucking on them. A muffled moan came from her as she could taste herself. A grunt of approval came from the taller man behind her, and he placed his lips on her middle upper back as he spread her legs a little farther with his foot. Using the extra room, one of his large hands that rested on her ass now found its way to her hip, allowing him to hold her steady as he began to slide inside of her.  

“Fuck, Darlin’, you feel so good taking me in.” Hangman grunted, and she moaned at the feeling. 

Allowing her the time to adjust, he gave a few sloppy and gentle thrusts. When she started moving against him, he knew that he would be able to move faster. With his free hand, Adam reached for her long locks of hair, wrapping them around into a makeshift ponytail, and pulled her back against him. Whilst the point was to stay hidden in the darkness of the hallway, the smack-smack-smack of their bodies connecting could be heard from down the hall.  

“Shit, that feels so good.” Her pants were quicker than they’d been before, the result of him lifting one of her legs, giving him a new angle.  

“Fuck, I know baby. Want to make you feel good.” He grunted, biting her earlobe after his words. 

No longer able to control the volume of her moans, she bit her lip, an attempt that failed. The pleasure that she felt became too much, and she couldn’t keep silent anymore. 

“Adam, oh right there. Please Adam.” She begged, a whining tone following her. 

“Please what Darlin’?” His question was cocky, and they both knew it. 

“Touch me, please, I’m so close.” Another loud moan followed as Adam’s lips met the spot where her shoulder and neck meet. 

“My hands are already on you baby.” He chuckled when he groaned. “Let me hear you scream my name when you come baby.” He whispered in her ear, nose snuggled into the side of her head as his fingers slid down to her clit.  

The feeling of his breath on her ear followed with his skillful fingers playing with her bundle of nerves nearly sent her over the edge, and Hangman felt her clench around him. The thing that sent her over however was when his teeth bit into her earlobe, and his free hand spanked her at the same time. She clenched around him, squirming against him, and he heard her screaming his name. 

“Fuck, baby, I need you on your knees. Want to come in your mouth.” He grunted, pulling out of her swiftly. As soon as her knees connected with the cool tile, his hands formed her hair into another pony. Thrusting quickly, he took control of her throat, and she relaxed it to take him farther in. She felt the way his hips stuttered, along with the hot ropes of cum as he finished in her mouth.  

“Shit, that was hot.” He whispered, and she nodded along. 

“Yeah, except for us who heard it down the hall from you two!” Adam Cole called from the Elite’s locker room, and the couple laughed. 

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