#Darby Allin x Reader

[moxleys-whore]

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.

#aew x reader #aew headcannon #darby allin #darby allin imagine #darby allin x reader

[sydsaint]

Hey Babe, I was wondering if you wrote for Darby Allin? If so could you possibly write a little fic for him. No pressure, Love you♥

My emo lover <3

Summary: The reader gears up for Revolution and Sting's retirement match. Helping her father and Darby wherever she can.

"Darbs, have you seen my dad today?" You question your boyfriend while digging around for his face paint in your bag.

"I haven't seen him since the airport, no." Darby replies. "Why? What's up?" He tilts his head at you curiously.

You shrug and finally find what you're looking for. "I was just curious." You assure him. "It's going to be weird no having him around every week."

"I think we'll be okay." Darby chuckles. "Plus he's still working backstage once in a while isn't he? So he won't be completely gone." He reminds you.

"That's true." You nod. "Alright, sit down. What kind of design do you want tonight?" You ask him while shaking a face paint bottle in your hand.

Darby shrugs and sits down in a chair next to where you're standing. He pulls his shirt over his head and settles into his seat.

"You can pick." Darby decides after a moment of thought. "You haven't made me look bad yet." He grins at you.

You giggle and shake your head. "I think it'd be pretty hard to make you look bad, pretty boy."

"Pretty boy?" Darby replies pointedly. "Hey! I'm hardcore!" He protests.

"You can be hardcore and look like a pretty boy at the same time." You laugh and cup his cheek with your free hand. "Now hold still please."

Darby obeys and stops talking for the moment. You start smearing face paint all over one side of his face and begin blending it out for him. Throughout the process of you making Darby's face paint design look right he gazes up at you with adorable puppy dog eyes.

"Do you have to stare at me like that? It's distracting." You grumble to Darby.

"Like what?" Darby replies with a knowing grin.

You roll your eyes at him and switch colors. "Like you're madly in love with me."

"Maybe I am." Darby replies.

"Okay lover boy." You giggle and lean down for a kiss. "There, now you look as hardcore as you claim to be."

You start putting away all your stuff and Darby checks his reflection in his phone. "Do I get an 'I love you' back?" He asks you.

"I gave you a kiss." You protest. "Isn't that enough?" You tease him.

"Coming from you? It's never enough." Darby insists. "Come on." He whines. "I love you. Three simple words. For good luck." Darby comes up behind you for a hug.

You sigh when Darby wraps his arms around you. "You know people might not think you're such a hardcore dude if they saw how clingy you are." You joke.

"What can I say? I'm a lover not a fighter." Darby replies.

"Okay!" You laugh and turn around in Darby's arms. "Tell that to all the times I've had to bandage you up." You remind him. "I love you, you overly-violent idiot. Now go find my dad." You give him a small shove toward the door.

Darby grins to himself and lingers at the door. "I knew you loved me."

"Mhm. Go! Before my dad thinks I stole you." You point at the door.

"It'd be worth it." Darby replies as he heads out the door.

You roll your eyes again with a smile on your face and finish cleaning up.

You hang around in the locker room for a while and watch the show unfold on a tv monitor. Toward the end of the show you watch the Jackson brothers head out to the ring and once again start badmouthing your father and Darby. A fight ensues of course, and you know that you'll be checking Darby for injuries later.

After the show goes off the air you sit and wait for Darby and Sting to head back to the locker room.

"Hey, dad." You greet Sting when he finally show up with Darby.

"Hey, sweetie." Sting nods to you. "How has your day been?" He asks you.

You shrug as Darby walks over to you. "It was fine. You didn't hit your head did you?" You ask Darby.

"I don't think I did." Darby shrugs.

"You don't thin you did?" You repeat him and begin looking at his head. "How do you not know if you hit your head?"

Sting chuckles at your bickering. "You'd better get used to it Darby." He snickers. "With me gone she's about to get ten times worse." He jokes.

"Oh I know I'm so annoying for caring about my boyfriend." You huff.

"I love you too." Darby grins.

Sting laughs and you stop fawning over Darby. Everyone settles down and starts packing up to leave.

"So," Sting prompts you. "How do you feel about coming out to the ring with me and Darby on Sunday?" He asks you.

"Do you want me out there?" You ask in surprise. "Is that even a good idea? I don't want to get in the way, dad."

Sting shakes his head. "You're my only kid that doesn't have to be in the crowd." He reminds you. "Why wouldn't I want you out there."

"Darby? What do you think?" You turn to Darby.

"I don't see why not." Darby shrugs. "I don't think Matt and Nick are the types to mess with you if you're out there. And even if they are, you know I'd never let them get the chance to hurt you." He adds.

You nod, knowing that Darby would go through hell to make sure that you're safe. "Alright, yeah, I'll go out there with you two." You decide to honor Sting's request. "I can play cheerleader for one night. Plus it'll be fun to rub it in the guy' face." You giggle.

"Atta girl." Sting beams. "That's why you're my favorite." He teases you.

"Awe, I love you too, dad." You giggle and hug him.

#wrestling fanfiction #wrestling fanfic #wrestling fic #aew fanfiction #aew fanfic #aew fic #aew x reader #darby allin #darby allin x reader #syd's wrestling fics #wrestling #aew #all elite wrestling

[darbyallinsskateboard]

I Like You

Inspired by : I Like You, Post Malone ft Doja Cat

Requests are open!

Darby Allin x Seamstress! Reader

Fem Reader

Gif Credit to : sydsaint

Summary: In which reader is a seamstress for AEW and also Sting’s youngest daughter, Sting drops by for a visit to introduce someone.

Being the senior seamstress of All Elite Wrestling could be stressful sometimes, you did love getting to meet all of the different personalities and energies the wrestler’s brought to the table, From Ricky Starks’ charm to Danhausen’s weird jokes that somehow managed to make you laugh every time but it just wore you out, especially when MJF comes in upset about how his gear didn’t look like how he envisioned or the JAS’ general annoyingness.

You were finishing the last pin on a skirt for Tay Conti when you heard a knock on your door frame “Yes?” you asked without turning “It’s Dad” you turned around with a huge smile, you had always been a father’s girl and you loved when he would visit you during work, you placed the skirt down along with the needle you were using, walking over to give him a hug “How was your match?” you asked and he shrugged “same old, just dropped in to say hi and introduce you to someone” you then notice the much smaller frame of a man who was standing behind your dad, he seemed to be cloaked in a black jacket but you couldn’t see his face.

“Come in then!” you stepped back and let your father walk in, revealing the man standing behind him. Darby Allin. you had seen him come in here from time to time, he’d never once talked to you though, opting to talk to some of the juniors whenever he needed gear sewed up or fixed, you thought it was weird but decided to disregard it a while ago, you stuck your hand out “My name is Y/N, everyone knows me as Sting Jr though” he shook your hand and stood next to your dad.

“I just wanted to introduce my quote un quote adopted kid to my real kid” you nodded and looked at Darby who had seemed to be staring at you the whole time “Well if you need anything gear wise I’m your girl, I also come and help with make-up from time to time, so if you’re ever struggling with your face paint I'm also your girl!” Darby nodded along to what you were saying, you turned back to your skirt and needle picking them up “You guys are welcome to stay here” you hear Sting say okay “I need to go grab something, I’ll leave her with you Darby” you nod and then continue your sewing job.

You turn around and see Darby’s taken a seat on one of the many couches there was sitting around the room “So, what made you want to be my dad’s apprentice?” you questioned “I’ve looked up to him all my life” He chuckled “I’d always love when Sting was fighting and I would see you in the crowd while I watched as a kid, Sting really tried to show off for you, I also...kind of had a crush on you” you giggle at the revelation “Yeah, and I used to have a crush on Dominik Mysterio when we were little!” you and him laugh together until you accidentally stab yourself in the finger with your needle “Ah fuck!” you groan as blood starts to surface.

“Let me see” you hear Darby say and you look up to see he’s right in front of you holding his hand out, you gently lay your hand in his and he looks at it “Here” he grabs a pack of wipes from his pocket “I keep these on me to clean my paint after I’m done” you nod and he pulls one out, wiping your finger down as the blood slowed down, the area was still red but there was no blood, you smile at him and he smiles back, the closeness of him has your breath hitching as you leave your hand in his, facing it down to be palm down in his hand, his eyes flicker from your eyes to your lips.

You close your eyes and lean in, his lips softly connecting with yours, he presses you against one of the desks as he devours your lips, your arms instinctively wrapping around the back of his neck, deepening the kiss, your legs fly to wrap around his waist and pull him closer, tugging at his tufts of hair to urge him to kiss you more, he pulls away “I...I like you, I really do, and I wanna stay like this”

before you can say anything someone clearing their throat broke the two of you up, you look over and see your dad in the frame of the door, you quickly push Darby away and clear your throat “Dad I-” “I was waiting for the day you finally got a boyfriend and the day he finally manned up and made the first move” “Dad!” you laugh and Sting congratulates the two of you.

#aew x reader #aew #darby allin #darby allin x reader #x reader #wrestling #wrestling fanfic

[730bliss]

owning a cat hcs (feat. darby & hook)

g/n reader, reqs open ! 

darby: 

would try to act like he didn’t care, since he’s a dog person

would secretly ADORE your cat.... but secrets can’t last forever

nap with the cat, play with the cat, feed the cat too many treats, you name it, darby has done it with the cat

he brings the cat through fast food drive-through’s sometimes

he’s very emotionally connected with the cat

one time he tried to teach the cat how to skate 

lots of noticeable cat hair on his black clothing 

made the cats their own spots on the couch

^ got a second cat so your first one can have a friend :) 

hook: 

yea, he’s protective over the cat

also would feed the cat too many treats

the cat would sleep inside of his hoodies

he has more pictures of the cat than he does of you or even himself

he just really loves the cat because of how much you love them 

spoils the cat with “high end, luxury” toys and a cat tree

your cat still preferred the box 

do not talk shit about his cat, you will be going to the hospital <3 

thx for reading! i just rlly love my own irl kitties and just nomnom i love them so heres this ig 

#darby allin #darby allin x reader #darby allin imagine #hook #hook aew #hook x reader #hook imagine #hookhausen #cat #cats #headcanon #aew #aew wrestling #aew fanfiction #pro wrestling #wwe #aew x reader

[judgementdaysunshine]

Matching gear

Pairing: Darby Allin x Fem reader

Description: You wear matching ring gear with Darby to announce your relationship to fans along with joining him, Sting, and Edge for their match

You look in the mirror at the face paint smiling at how good it looked before putting your boots and leather jacket on walking out to see Darby and Adam Copeland AKA Edge in the hallway. Sting walks out seeing darby look at you in awe unable to keep his eyes off you before the four of you make your way to the ramp waiting and talking together before adam's music plays standing behind darby with a bat swung over your shoulders letting out a yell of nerves as the pyro goes off walking to the ring sharing a hug with Steve-O who had been a friend of yours for a long time smiling as you climb in the ring noticing darby looking at the back of your jacket which has your symbol of a rose combined with half of a skull to symbolize darby who smiles as your eyes light up noticing the small pinkie promise on the back of his jacket quickly flipping off Nick Wayne sharing a quick kiss with darby making fans cheer before the match starts standing ringside and cheering the three on. You yell as nick grabs you swinging your bat wildly until edge grabs nick and pulls him back in the ring hitting lucha when he throws darby against the ring post and slapping christian in the face for insulting you allowing darby to knock into him and throw him in the ring throwing hits with your bat on him before the ref turned back around seeing darby drag him back in the ring cheering when adam gets the pin and the boys win jumping in the ring sharing a group hug then side hugs with adam and sting before being lifted up by darby and sharing a kiss announcing your two year relationship to fans who went wild and chanted "Hoodlum and Angel" which became your tag team faction and nickname within AEW from that night on as you all walked up the ramp backstage.

#darby allin #aew x reader #aew #darby allin x reader

[haddonfieldwhore]

we make a good team - darby allin

darby allin x gn!reader

word count: 1.4k

warnings: briefly suggestive?, sting is readers father, language

summary: when you and darby are paired as a tag team, he helps you with your ring gear

your whole life you had been surrounded by wrestling, so it was no surprise to your father sting, when you told him you wanted to follow in his footsteps. after years of training and practice and tryouts, last year you had finally made it to aew, and had an impressive first run on the roster. the feuds you had recently been a part of had ended a few weeks ago, and tony had told you a few days ago that you would be doing a short tag team run with darby allin, who was a protege of your fathers. if it went over well with the fans, you would continue as a team for a while and go after the tag titles.

you and darby had become quite close in the short time you had been with the company, sharing similar styles and interests, as well as being close in age. sting was happy to see the two of you getting along, and your character fit perfectly with their aesthetic, under your ring name ‘thorn’. you and darby had been practicing for your match for days, and something about working so closely with him had made you realize that you had developed a crush on him. sometimes it seemed like maybe he felt the same, but you didn’t want to risk ruining your new partnership before your first match; and his friendship meant a lot to you, and you didn’t want to risk it.

“hey,” darby walked into the dressing room the two of you were sharing, as you stood in front of the mirror in your ring gear. you had gotten a new outfit for this tag team run; pants with one leg that was black and one leg that was white, a simple white tank top, and black boots. darby sat in front of the mirror, and took out a makeup case that contained his face paints, before he began getting ready for the match that was in about an hour. he was already dressed in his outfit for the night, plain black jeans and boots, and a black cloak-like hoodie over his shirtless torso. thankfully, he was too focused on his face paint to notice you staring, admiring his toned abs that were on display under the cloak.

“are you nervous?”

“no, are you?” he replied, not taking his eyes off his reflection in front of him. you tugged at your shirt, unhappy with the way it looked; like it was missing something.

“no,” you lied. “i don’t know. what if i screw this up and make you look bad?” darby laughed, glancing over at you before going back to his makeup.

“you’re worried about making me look bad?”

“well- yeah,” you admitted, still fiddling with your top. “and i don’t know about this outfit. maybe i should just wear my normal gear.” you started walking over to your bag to find a last minute alternative. darby set down his paintbrush and walked over to you, gently dragging you back over to the mirror.

“you look amazing. what don’t you like about it?” he asked, standing behind you and looking over your shoulder at your reflection in the mirror. you hoped he couldn’t feel how fast your heart was beating in your chest as his hands remained on your arms.

“i feel like the top is missing something,” you admitted, not allowing yourself to be distracted by the scent of his cologne, a mixture of a sweet musky smell and a subtle bit of mint.

“i think you look great,” he mumbled as his eyes scanned the length of your body in the mirror, before he shook his head slightly, like he hadn’t meant to say it out loud. his hands resting on your biceps have you a stupid but enticing idea - something you had seen online once.

“don’t be nervous okay? you’re gonna do great.” darby rested his chin on your shoulder, making eye contact with you in the mirror, stepping impossibly closer to you until your back was pressed against his chest, his arms wrapping around your stomach from behind. your breath caught in your throat; could it be possible that he also had feelings for you? surely friends didn’t look at eachother like that, you thought. darby walked back over to his paints and began putting them away, before you decided ‘fuck it’, and turned towards him.

“i actually did have an idea - for the shirt i mean; but it’s kinda hard to explain.”

“okay?” he looked at you expectantly, and you sighed, before walking over to him.

“do you trust me?” you asked, and darby looked at you confused, but nodded. you grabbed a larger paint brush from his open makeup case, along with the black paint and nervously took his wrist in your hand, turning his palm towards you.

“what are you-“

“just let me do this before i chicken out,” you said, and he smiled, laughing softly as you began to paint his hand black. once it was fully coated in paint, you did the same to the other hand; darby watching intently as you applied the dark pigment to his skin. you set the brush and paint down on the counter and carefully grabbed his wrist, bringing him back over to the mirror and standing in front of him again. taking each of his wrists in your hands, you brought them around you and placed his palms against your chest, leaving two black handprints on the front of your shirt, before you let go of his hands. you looked up, your eyes meeting his in the mirror as he let out a breath, the air tickling the back of your neck from how close he was once again.

“you are going to be the death of me,” he mumbled, and you turned around to look at him directly.

“isn’t death kind of your thing?” you asked, and darby laughed softly, looking down at you.

“i think i kinda have a thing for you, too.” he whispered, stepping as close as he could without smudging the paint on your shirt. he wanted to touch you so bad, to pull you closer, but couldn’t risk getting paint all over, so instead he pressed the unpainted side of his forehead to yours.

“i really want to kiss you right now,” he mumbled, and your heart pounded against your ribcage, before you replied with all the confidence you could manage.

“what’s stopping you?” darby cracked a smile, laughing to himself before he pressed his lips to yours. you kissed him back, and he had to remember not to touch you as his hands were still covered in paint, or he would’ve held you close. you pulled away, looking at his face to make sure his face paint hadn’t smeared too much. he smiled, pointing to your lip, and you looked in the mirror to see that there was a tiny bit of black paint there. you grabbed a tissue, wiping it off as darby walked over to his makeup case and grabbed some wipes to clean his hands off. once they were clean, he grabbed your wrist and pulled you over to him, gripping your waist and helping you sit on the counter in front of him. he stood between your legs, kissing you again; face paint be damned. his teeth nibbled at your bottom lip, and you moaned softly before you both pulled away.

“i’ve wanted to do that for a while,” he admitted, using his thumb to wipe any paint off your lip.

“i’ve wanted you to; i just didn’t know how to ask.”

“you definitely found a creative way. the shirt looks great,” he smirked, admiring his handprints on your chest. you blushed, letting him help you off the counter, before he quickly touched up his own makeup.

“you feeling ready to go out there and kick some ass?” he asked, and you checked over your appearance one more time in the mirror.

“let’s do it,” you smiled, and darby tapped his fist gently against yours, before taking your hand in his, grabbing his skateboard with the other.

“do you think you could teach me to skate one day?” you asked as the two of you walked down the hallway to wait for your match to start.

“sure,” darby laughed. “if your dad doesn’t kill me when he sees your shirt.”

#darby allin #darby allin x reader #darby allin fic #darby allin imagine #aew #aew fic #wrestling #wrestling fic

[youngbuckisms]

Caring for Darby Allin after a match; headcanon list

Warnings: mention of blood!

— Dating Darby Allin involved a lot of things, such as finding him napping in odd places, skating dates, cuddling with both him and his pugs, sleepless nights, but the most notable thing was caring for Darby after a brutal match

— Darby wasn’t one to go easy on others or himself, always pushing himself to the edge and, quite frankly, worrying you to death

— So, it is no surprise that you’re his nurse after particularly rough matches

— Even if Darby whines and complains about it, you patch up his wounds, ice his sore muscles, check any stitches if he has them, and essentially nurse him back to health until the next week comes and he does it all over again

— Unfortunately for you, Darby is extremely careless

— Fortunately for him, he has the best partner in the world to make sure he’s back to 100% before his next match

— Hopefully blood doesn’t make you too squeamish, because there is certainly clean up after some matches where Darby gets a little too reckless

— It might sound odd, but Darby absolutely adores the nights he gets a warm bath and you help him wipe the dried blood off his skin and sometimes help get the tacs out from his back

— He knows it isn’t easy dating him and he knows every Wednesday night or pay per view match is a another heart attack for you, but he’s glad you’re there to help him out

#aew headcanons #darby allin x reader #darby allin headcanons #darby allin #darby allin imagine

[that-one-gay-aew-enthusiast]

𝙳𝚊𝚛𝚋𝚢 𝙰𝚕𝚕𝚒𝚗 - 𝚂𝚝𝚘𝚛𝚖𝚜

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Warnings - None

Word count - 820

Genre - Angst, Fluff

Summary - Darby comes home to find you curled up in the corner.

A/n - my neurodivergent ass hates storms so I'm basing this off of what I would want.

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Darby had been gone for a couple of weeks by now. It was understandable. It was Sting's last match, so the situation was understandable. Sure, you had been missing him, but you both still called every day and spent the early hours of the morning texting each other, so the pain of Darby's absence wasn't quite as harsh.

However, the night he was due to return home, which was supposed to be much more dream like, ended up being far more nightmarish. It was starting to get late, and Darby was still not home. He sent you a text saying that there was a traffic jam and he would only be about 20 minutes longer. On the surface, that didn't seem too bad. Until it wasn't.

About 25 minutes after Darby had sent the message, he finally stepped through the front door and into the warm house. His facepaint was almost completely gone , and the remains of it smudged and running down his neck as a result of the pouring rain and storm outside. He called your name out as he put his stuff down by the door, yet no reponse. All the lighst were turned off, but that was most likely due to the storm cutting the power. Darby started looking throughout the house, calling you name, becoming increasingly worried when he couldn't find you.

Eventually darby made it to the main bedroom. He slowly pushed the door open hearing a faint frightened whimper coming from the corner of the room. He slowly walked over to the corner where there was something covered by a blanket. Slowly and carefully he lifted the blanket to see your little face. You had tears streaming down your face, you entire body shivering and your breathing shaky and unsteady. Your arms clutched a black cat toy to your chest. Worst of all, you had your eyes squeezed shut and you didn't seem to notice Darby, too frightened to pay attention to your surrondings.

Darby put his hand on your shoulder, giving you a gentle shake. You gave a pettrified yelp before looking up and hugging him tightly. "Shhhhh, I've got you, princess. What's got you so upset, hmm?" Before you could mumble out an answer, a loud crash of thunder outside made you jump ,yelp, and hide your face in his chest. Darby stroked your hair, realising your cause of fear. He was used to this, having a little sister that hated storms as well.

He sighed and rubbed your back before picking you up and carrying you downstairs. Without saying a word, he set you down on the counter ,grabbed some headphones, and placed them on you. Darby connected his phone to the headphones and passed it to you ,not wanting to startle you with the music. You wrapped yourself around him again as Darby carried you back upstairs. The whole time, he rubbed your back soothingly.

Soon enough, you were both laid in the warmth of your bed. You had curled up in Darby's arms, trying your best to stay awake. Soon enough, you fell asleep, your cat toy falling into Darby's lap. He smiled and tucked it under your arm. Darby was gonna fight off that fear of storms. He was gonna protect you from them. He'd protect you from anything, in fact, just like he'd promised when you started dating.

The next morning, Darby got out of the bed ,cautious not to disturb you. He glanced out the window and saw the storm had caused the fences to rip apart ,as well as a small tree being ripped out the ground, now laying sidways. He glanced back at you and sighed. "No wonder you got that worked up." You soon started to stir from your sleep, glancing up at Darby, who now had you in his lap, stroking your hair gently. "Morning beautiful, you feel better after last night?" You nodded before mumbling an embarrassed apology. Darby looked at you confused. "Well, aren't adults supposed to ot be afraid of storms?" Darby narrowed his eyes and shook his head slowly, still puzzled by the outrageous statement. You soon realised that what you were saying was infanct nonsense.

After that day, you always had a pair of headphones within reach when the wether took a turn, and of course, if he was there, Darby would help you take your mind off of it. Giving you reassuring words and rubbing your back. He always stuck to his word.

#darby allin #fluff #angst #aew #fanfiction #neurodivergent #imagines #darby allin fic #darby allin x reader

[dirtywresling102]

Can I get a Darby Allin and female reader imagine? Something like they always cross paths and like each other but both are too nervous to talk about it until reader does a dangerous move and gets hurt.

Pairing: Darby Allin x Female!Reader

Warnings:

Imagine Requests: Open!

The first time you ran into Darby was at a bakery, your favorite bakery in your hometown. You almost didn't even recognize him without his face paint. Chatting a little before saying your goodbyes you thought it was odd that Darby was in your home town.

The next time you ran into Darby was at the mall with some of the wrestlers on AEW, you guys decided to hit the mall while in the city that AEW was taken place at. You walked into Hot Topic to see the graphic shirts to see Darby already standing there. "Darby?" You laughed in surprise to see the male look up at you and smile.

"Y/N?"

"You decide to hit the mall too before the show?"

"Yeah, I usually do. This is how I get my shirts." He held up a shirt with a graphic design of cats around a pentagon.

You grinned, knowing he would look adorable in the shirt, he looks adorable in anything. "Well, I think you should totally get it."

The show began with a battle royal with the women to make things interesting and kick the show off with a little heat. The winner would get a title shot for the AEW Women's Championship.

Grabbing the rope, you stumbled upon your feet in a weak manner. Watching the women in the middle of the ring fighting and throwing forearms at one another. Climbing the top rope you faced the crowd, your back towards the women as you crossed your arms and jumped off the top rope, doing Darby's move, a Coffin Drop.

Landing on the group you exhaled a breath groaning as the air from your lungs was knocked out of you and your head hitting the mat hard. The lights became fuzzy as every sound seemed to be muffled by a high pitched ring.

The royal went on, you were soon thrown out and making your way backstage, holding your head. Trainers quickly surrounded you and told you to sit down while they examined your bleeding head.

"Y/N!" Darby called out, kneeling in front of you. "Are you okay? You gave me a scare." Darby's hand resting upon your knee.

Feeling the warmth of his hand spread over your thigh you grinned widely. "Never better." You winced as the trainer touched your scalp.

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[crossvise]

Came back to wrestling when the Best in the World made his comeback, and honestly who else could’ve done that? Kinda decided to comeback to writing aswell because why not. I used to have a blog years ago but deleted it.

I’ll be taking requests for a few wrestlers-

- cm punk

- cody rhodes

- liv morgan

- becky lynch

- bayley

- seth rollins

- roman reigns

- kairi sane

- naomi

- randy orton

- gunther

aew

- christian cage

- adam copeland

- darby allin

I won’t write smut as many other writers out there do that way better than me, and frankly I don’t really enjoy writing this genre. Any other genre is welcome, I tend to be better at writing angst with a good ending though.

#wwe x reader #cm punk x reader #cody rhodes x reader #liv morgan x reader #becky lynch x reader #roman reigns x reader #seth rollins x reader #bayley x reader #kairi sane x reader #christian cage x reader #adam copeland x reader #darby allin x reader

[moxleys-whore]

Desperation

Warnings: mention of blood and injury, suggesting tones

Not requested

You should have been used to it by now, but your breath still caught in your throat every time Darby took a particularly rough bump. Worrying for his body as well as his future, knowing that wrestling means everything to him.

Pacing backstage, waiting for your lover to come through the curtain. Wanting to be the first person to get to him so you can drag him to medical. After what felt like years, but was really a few minutes, a pale figure comes through the curtain. His eyes meet yours, a loving but slightly pained look. Words are not spoken as he makes his way to you, wrapping his strong arms around your waist and burying his head in your neck. As you wrapped your arms around him, letting one hand run through his hair, he mumbles into your neck, "Take care of me, please.".

Pulling back to look in his eyes, telling him softly, "You need to be checked out.", his eyes drop slightly at that. He nods his head, agreeing to get checked out by the medical staff.

Walking down the hall, hand in hand, you can see Darby fidgeting a lot out of the corner of your eye. Looking at his face you can see a storm of thought behind his eyes. You want to ask what's wrong but before you even get the chance to speak, you arrive at the door to the impromptu medical room for the night.

"Do you want me to go in with you?" You softly question him. He shakes his head no before pecking your lips and walking in to the room. Leaving you to stew in your thoughts alone. You walk the hall and make your way to Darbys locker room. Since you didn't have a match tonight you stayed in his locker room. Sitting on the small couch pressed against the wall, you think back on anything that may have upset your lover. When nothing comes to mind you re play his match in your head. Everything went as planned, not being able to understand what may upset him, you decide to ask him. Your thoughts are interrupted by the locker room door opening. In walks Darby with his back taped up. You stand to check on him, walking over to his form you run your hands along his sides, lightly cupping his jaw in one hand.

"You okay baby?", you question him softly, looking into his eyes.

"Yeah I'm fine. Just sore, doc said I'm fine."

He wraps his arms around your waist, leaning his head onto your shoulder, mumbling something you couldn't make out.

"What was that?"

"Take care of me, please"

No words are spoken as he packs up, opting to hand you the keys to the rental. The two of you walk out of the building, getting into the car, Darby throws his bag into the back before sitting in the passenger seat. Still no words are spoken as you begin the drive back to the hotel. Darby is still fidgeting a bit so as a way to comfort him, you place your hand on his thigh. Though, you don't miss the way his hips slightly buck. Looking over at him you see him cover his face, not fast enough though as you can see a deep red painting his cheeks all the way down to his shoulders. Now you know why he was so fidgety and quiet, he's needy. Despite his match not even an hour ago its evident that he doesn't plan on resting anytime soon. Giving his thigh a light squeeze he let's out a pleading, whimper noise. The rest of the ride is filled with Darbys heaving breathing.

Arriving at the hotel, Darby gets out of the car with a sense of urgency. He grabs your hand and practically pulls you into the elevator, immediately pulling you close and connecting your lips to his. The kiss is filled with desperation and neediness. You use one hand to grab the back of his neck and pull him impossibly closer. Only pulling apart when the elevator doors open and Darby all but runs to the room you and him are sharing. The moment the door opens you push him inside and against the door. His face still has some paint on it and there's dried blood on his chest, but that doesn't stop either of you from a heated make out session.

Kissing your way down to his neck, you hear his breath hitch and his hands grip you tighter.

"Please.. please I need you."

#darby allin x reader #darby allin imagine #darby allin #aew x reader #aew headcannon

[sydsaint]

A little protective Darby to warm your hearts 🖤

Summary: The reader encounters some problems involving Swerve Strickland and finds Darby eager to come to her aid. Whether she wants the help or not.

Jay Lethal stares you down from the corner of the ring across from you. Goosebumps litter your skin under his gaze.

"You want me to go over there and kick his ass?" Darby walks over to your side and sets a comforting hand on your shoulder.

"No, it's fine, Darby." You assure him.

You watch Darby clench his jaw as he stares a hole in Lethal's head. "I should do it anyway." He grits his teeth.

"It's fine, Darby." You repeat yourself. "Really, it's nothing. I'm a big girl. And I can certainly handle Jay Lethal."

With a reluctant sigh, Darby nods and focuses back on the match in the ring. You are left alone for the moment. That is until Swerve Strickland swaggers over to you with a smug grin.

"What's up over here, gorgeous?" Swerve greets you with a wink and a cocky smile.

"Swerve. What do you want?" You reply by giving the rapper the cold shoulder.

Your cold demeanor earns a chuckle from Swerve as he looks you up and down. "Damn. You are fine, baby. And feisty too. Just my type."

"Lucky me." You reply dryly. "Are you going to answer my question? Or did you come over here just to eye-fuck me? What do you want?" You ask him again.

"Damn." Swerve laughs again. "You know if you want to come backstage with me, Swerve can show you a good time, baby."

You internally gag and prepare to tell Swerve off. But per usual, Darby beats you to the punch. Allin jumps down from the apron at your side with a scowl on his face.

"She's not interested, Swerve." He insists with a raspy voice that catches your attention.

"Why don't you let her decide that for herself?" Swerve fires back. "Baby you are way too fine to be hanging out with some loser that paints his face up all pretty."

With a roll of your eyes, you stare at Swerve so there is no doubt that he'll get your message. "Not interested." You inform him.

"You heard her." Darby once again puffs his chest out at Swerve. "So get lost." He warns.

Swerve bites his lips and backs up. "That's alright, baby." He grins at you. "You'll realize who's the better man soon enough." He chuckles and retreats back to his side of the ring.

"Ugh." You gag and turn to Darby. "What a tool, right?"

"Yeah, exactly." Darby agrees. "You going to be alright down here?" He asks you.

You nod, appreciating Darby's concern. "I'll be fine. I'm pretty sure that Strickland got the memo. Go help, Nick and Sting." You gesture to inside the ring.

Darby nods and hops back up to the apron. You remain in the corner and cheer the team on while they do their thing in the ring.

The next day you are fresh out of the gym with Nick and heading back to your hotel room when you run into Swerve again.

"Y/N, baby. Funny running into you here." Swerve approaches you while completely disregarding Nick standing next to you.

"Swerve." You roll your eyes as you come to a stop in front of the elevator. "What can I do for you?" You ask him in an all-business manner.

Swerve chuckles and licks his lips. "No need to be so formal, baby. It's just us here." He grins at you.

"Umm..." Nick clears his throat causing Swerve to turn toward him.

"Don't even think about it, kid. The adults are talking." Swerve warns Nick with a growl.

You step in between Swerve and Nick to prevent a fight. "It's alright, Nick." You flash a small smile at him. "Go up to the room without me, It's all good here." You assure him.

"Are you sure, Y/N?" Nick hesitates to leave you with Swerve.

"You heard here, little boy! Get lost." Swerve replies sharply.

Nick nods and reluctantly steps into the elevator. The doors slide shut and Swerve immediately goes back to the task at hand.

"Now that the kid is gone..." Swerve licks his lips again. "Why don't you let me take you out for some breakfast, baby?" He offers. "Give me some time to talk to your fine self without any interruptions from your buddies."

"I've had breakfast already." You turn him down plainly.

Swerve grins to himself and bows his head for a moment. "Man, you are really giving me the run-around huh, baby?" He chuckles. "That's alright, I like the chase."

"Or maybe I'm just not into you." You correct Swerve.

"Nah." Swerve replies. "They'll all into me. You're just one of the ones that are gonna take some time to convince is all."

You roll your eyes and step into the elevator when the doors open back up. Swerve watches you step into the elevator but doesn't follow. He winks at you as the doors shut before he walks off.

You ride the elevator up to your floor and find Darby in the hall when the doors open again. Darby springs forward when he sees you.

"Y/N! Are you okay?" Darby asks you. "Nick just told me that Swerve cornered you in the lobby? What did he do?"

"I'm fine, Darby." You smile to yourself at his worry. "Really. All he did was puff his chest out at poor Nick then ask me to breakfast." You explain the situation.

Darby's jaw clenches as you explain what happened in the hall and you notice him digging his nails into his palm in anger. "I'm gonna kick his ass!" Darby growls once you've finished talking.

"Darby, no." You shake your head. "All fighting him is going to do is egg him on. Swerve likes to play games. The more he sees you fight to keep him away from me the more he's going to push."

"Y/N, come on." Darby protests. "Let me teach the dickhead a lesson." He pleads with you. "God knows that he deserves it."

You shake your head again and follow Darby to the hotel room where Nick is waiting. "Yes, he does deserve an ass-kicking." You agree. "Just not this time, okay?"

"Fine." Darby lets out a frustrated sigh.

"Thank you." You smile and lean in for a hug, which Darby happily accepts.

You both head into the hotel room and check on Nick. Wayne is frustrated as well when you inform him to leave Swerve alone. But you convince him that it's not worth all the trouble that a fight would cause.

Two more weeks go by with Swerve essentially harassing you whenever he gets the chance to. You turn him down every time he comes calling, but you know that he's really starting to get under Darby's skin. Then when Swerve and Brian Cage get booked for a tag match against Darby and Nick, all hell breaks loose.

"Just ignore him, Darby." You offer Darby one last warning as you walk out to the ring with him and Nick. "He's going to run his mouth and try to get you pissed off. Don't let him. Same goes for you, Nick."

Darby and Nick nod and hop into the ring while you remain on the floor in their corner. Swerve and Brian head down to the ring and Swerve of course makes a pass at you.

"Y/N! Baby! Damn, you are looking fine tonight." He grins at you when he passes.

"Not happening." You ignore his cat-calling with ease, but spot Darby clenching his hands in the ring.

The match begins and you remind Darby and Nick not to listen to Swerve every chance that you get. But your words seem to roll right off of Darby's back. Swerve gets in the ring with him and immediately starts mouthing off about all the things he'd love to do to you.

"Don't fall for it, Darby!" You shout into the ring, but it's too late.

Having had enough of all the shit Swerve has been saying about you coupled with his harassing behavior this past month, pushes Darby over the edge. You watch Allin pounce on Swerve for real and start reigning down punches like his life depends on it.

Confused, Nick slides down next to you as the bell rings and the match ends. "What do we do?" He asks you.

"Shit." You curse yourself. "Just watch my back, Nick." You ask him before you climb into the ring to retrieve Darby.

Darby and Swerve trade blows on the mat until you walk over and attempt to stop them. When you see an opening you slide between the pair and the fight comes to a stop without a word.

"That's enough, Darby!" You scold Allin. "I told you to leave it alone." You remind him.

"I can't!" Darby grits his teeth again as Brian Cage walks off with Swerve now in tow. "Not this time."

You scoff and shake your head. "Why the hell not?" You confront him. "It's just talk. I don't let it bother me. So why does it bother you so much?" You ask him.

Darby grits his teeth again, his jaw tightly clenched while he searches within himself for a valid answer to your question.

"Well?" You ask Darby again after a bout of silence from him.

Without wasting another second of time Darby steps forward and cups your face in his hands before crashing his lips to yours. "That's why." He finally answers you.

"I...oh." You quietly reply, feeling like a fool for not having seen this earlier. "Me too." You add, unable to come up with anything better to say at the moment.

Darby chuckles and grabs your hand. "Come on, I think we freaked Nick out." He gestures to a flabbergasted Nick standing outside the ring.

You laugh and follow Darby outside the ring. "I think that he'll be okay."

#wrestling #aew #all elite wrestling #aew fanfiction #aew wrestling #darby allin #Darby allin x reader #wrestling fanfiction #wrestling fic #aew fic

[darbyallinsskateboard]

Nepotism? Who’s She?

(Pt2/?)

Various Wrestler (WWE, AEW) X Reader

Summary: In which reader is the daughter of the great Edge, but everywhere she goes her achievements are undermined because of her father being the rated r superstar.

Warnings; Vince being an asshole, alcohol mention, slight sexual assault, sexual tension, slight smut (Not really)

after your segment on smackdown you are called to the office Vince has set up in whichever arena he hired, you step in to see Paul and Vince, you smile at them as you pull a chair out and seat yourself, tucking your legs, waiting for them to talk “So Torah, you pulled of a great upset for the crowd last night! But soon you’ll be dropping that title” I stare at Vince with a raised eyebrow 

“Excuse me?” I ask, staring directly at Vince “The only reason we took the title off of Liv is because we feel like her feud with Ronda has been stretched, so we had you take the title, and you’re gonna drop it to Ronda”

“Im sorry Vince but i’ve worked so hard to get where I am right now! I mean from my indie circuit, to njpw, to impact and now here! all Ronda has done is ride off of her UFC career!” I complain “everyone thinks im only good because of my father being here!”

“That’s exactly why we’re taking it! we can’t have someone like that as our champion” I look at him in disgust “So that doesn’t apply to fucking Charlotte Flair? Or Natalya?!” I scowl at him 

“I am not arguing with you on this, this is my company and you’re losing that title whether you like it or not!” I groan and leave without as much as a goodbye, I mean how could they just give the title to that part timer like that! I’m walking through the halls and walk into catering, sitting by myself in a corner table, frustration throughout my being.

“Are you okay lass?” I hear a strong Scottish accent and I look up to see Drew McIntyre sitting across from me, I sigh “No...I just...have you ever felt like the WWE doesn’t think enough of you? I mean because I'm edge’s daughter it seems like the world is against me” I stare at him and he nods “I know the feeling, it’s why I left, but hey I’m back, it’s a sport I love” “Yeah but...Vince told me he’d rather me not have the title because people all think I’m only here because of my father” “and they’re wrong, don’t worry about them” he gives me a comforting smile and I smile back “Thank you Drew” he nods and gets out of his seat, stepping away and walking off, I smile and sink into my chair.

I sit in my hotel room and I’m scrolling through my Twitter dm’s, bored, until I hear chatting and walking around down the hall, I think it might be some of my coworkers, I open the door and peak my head out and see some unfamiliar people, I stare at them and one of the women turn to me, she smiles and I smile back “Jamie!” “Y/N!” I slip out of the room and pull her into a hug, laughing with her as she picks me up and swings me around then puts me down. “Oh my gosh! Jamie it’s been so long girl! no way!” “Yes way! AEW and WWE are filming in the same city! and we got the same hotel!” I laugh along with her and someone behind her clears their throat, we pull away an she smiles “Here are some of the guys I’m here with!” I look over and see two similar looking men, another with beautiful curly blonde hair, another guy with bleached blonde hair and piercing blue eyes and another guy dressed up in denim jeans and a denim jacket, his blonde hair nicely swept with a pair of aviator glasses, I smile “No need to introduce me, I watch enough AEW to know all five of you” “Yea, we were going out to get some drinks, wanna come?” I ponder on it for a moment then nod, smiling at Jamie “Let me go get something suitable on” she nods and i run back to the room

I step into the hallway where everyone is waiting “excuse me for taking so long” Jamie smiles as she looks over, and the rest of the boys look over “You look stunning” You’re wearing a black sleeved mini dress that frames your curves, white stiletto pumps and a black sleeveless jacket thrown over it, I smile and nod, Jamie takes my arm and points the tongue at the men, as we walk off down the hall and to the elevator

I’m sitting down at the counter, Jamie and the guys went down to the dance floor, well save for Darby who’s sitting next to me, sipping on a bloody mary, I look at him and take this time to admire his features, he’s got beautiful fair skin, light blue eyes, bleached hair flopping onto his head, a nice hooked nose, and pink lips, his eyes flicker over to me and I avert my gaze as if I wasn’t just staring at him, he chuckles and turns to me “You okay? you’ve seemed on edge since we’ve got here” he places a comforting hand on my back but it just makes me shiver, anticipating and wanting more of his touch “You nod and shiver under his gaze.

see the reason why you were so nervous is because you had a crush on the performer ever since your indie routes, you fought against him once but obviously he hadn’t known, you used to be a mysterious lucha like your ‘Uncle’ Rey Mysterio, you sigh and he notices this “It’s going to be a long night at this rate...want to go for a walk around the city?” I nod, completely disregarding all my other friends on the dance floor as he pays for both our drinks and we walk out, walking along the neon sign lit streets, a smile graces my face as for the first time since we went into the cramped night club I got to breathe fresh air.

Darby slows down as we waltz in front of a 7/11 “I’m gonna go get a drink and maybe something to eat, want anything?”

 I shake my head no and he nods, he walks in and I lean against the glass wall, I look over and see two guys, obviously drunk as they stagger over Must be trying to get sober is what I thought to myself, I grab my phone from my purse and scroll through my twitter, one of the guys walks into the shop and the other comes to stand next to me, I look at him to see him staring at me, more so at my cleavage, I feel uncomfortable and scootch, covering my chest with my jacket, the guy scootches even closer to me, and leans over me, trying to catch a look down my jacket.

 “Can you please leave me alone?” I ask and he just chuckles “Well if you didn’t want me looking why dress like that doll” He reaches over and tries to tug my jacket from its position over my chest, just then he’s shoved back and I look up to see Darby, a bag hanging from one arm and the other between himself and the man as he puts me behind him “If you know what’s good for you, you’ll step away” he glares up at the man, the man chuckles and is about to say something else but Darby kicks him in the dick, silencing him as he whimpers and falls to the ground with a thud, he then wraps his free arm around my waist and tugs me away from the scene.

He drags me farther away then sits me down on a bench, checking over me “He didnt touch you did he?” I shake my head no and he nods, sitting down next to me and sighs “Shouldn’t have left you outside by your self, not looking that irresistible” that comment caught me off guard, I feel my face heat up “W-what?”.

“I mean I’ve been trying to hold myself back, so has everyone else” he cups my face and intently stares at my lips, I decide to be brave “Then don’t” and with that he pulls me into a kiss, I kiss back, then I pull away.

“Darby not in public” I place a finger against his lips “Wait till we get back to our hotel” He nods and we get up, walking back to the direction of the hotel.

I groan and rub my head, sitting up in bed, my bed is warm, which is weird considering I have my air con on and it’s been cold out recently, I kick the blanket off then im hit with a familiar chill, I look down and realize I’m half naked, only a large shirt cascaded over my body, I look down and see my dress and jacket along with my garments slung onto the ground, I also notice, tights and jean shorts on the ground as well as boxers, I look to my left and see bleach blonde hair peaking out from under the covers.

I gasp as memories from last night come flooding back, I fall back into the bed, this seems to disturb the sleeping figure next to me as Darby peeks his head out, looking over at me and then sitting up “How you feeling today” he asks, I look at him and shrug “I feel okay” he nods “Can you uh...walk?” I give him a questioning look before getting out of bed, my legs wobbling and then giving out, he laughs and quickly swipes his boxers, slipping them on and walking over to help me up “Don’t worry, I’ll help you get about” I smile at him gratefully.

I’m sitting in WWE catering, Vince asked me to show up on RAW for a champion promo today and I agreed, I’m scrolling through twitter then notice I’ve been tagged in something from a few days ago, I open it and smile

I hear a chair being pulled out and I look up to see the RAW Women’s Champion and one of my great friends, Bianca Belair, I smile at her “Long time no see, Belair” she smiles “Okay so I need to know, I saw Darby Allin posted you to his twitter, what’s going on there?” 

I blush and smile “Oh we’re just friends” she playfully glares at me as two more people walk over and get seated with us, the street profits “Yeah! I mean I was stuffing my mouth full at catering and Tez shows me a picture that Darby Allin posted of you, didn’t know you were friends with AEW guys” I shrug and smile at them

I’m in the ring with Bianca, and Roman Reigns, we’re having a championship celebration “You know Y/R/N, We’ve been looking for a perfect candidate for the bloodlines women's division for a while and I think you’re perfect” I smile at him “Well, I’d be honored to join” I stand up and so does he, we shake hands but he pulls me in closer, this makes the crowd go wild, he smirks and leans down to pull me into a kiss.

A/N ANOTHER CHAPTER!! I literally got this done in school but I hope you guys enjoy it, especially with the Darby romance and then the Roman storyline! makes me dizzy lol, also this is not at all proofread, byeee

#aew #wwe #wwe x reader #aew x reader #jamie hayter #kenny omega #the young bucks #darby allin #darby allin x reader #roman reigns #roman reigns x reader #bianca belair #the street profits

[730bliss]

halloween parties and playboy bunnies

darby notices your halloween costume, male reader & sexual implications

“Wow, look at him!” an indistinct voice said. 

“What the fuck...?” said another. 

Darby looked over. And low-and-behold, there you were. The one and only Y/N showing a lot more skin than usual. Darby was definitely caught off guard. He already found you attractive in your normal wrestling pants and crop top, but he would be damned if he didn’t appreciate the way you looked. 

(a/n you go off, king!)

You weren’t in boxers or anything, but an unbuttoned suit vest and some purposefully un-buttoned pants did make everyone turn their heads a bit. Some didn’t know you, just trying to see if it was their friend who had finally arrived to Darby’s isolated house. But those who did know you, were taken aback. Wearing something like that was not like you at all. The bunny ears and the cute tail completed the look very well, too. 

Although, you were deeply uncomfortable and screaming on the inside, you could tell your costume did something to your small group friends sitting on the couch staring at you. And that was the entire point! You were silently thanking your female friends for the advice and confidence they gave you to actually go through with this. Score!

It most notably did something to Darby neither of you could explain, but the tension between you two rose even higher, as it had been getting the past few months. 

He didn’t leave you the entire night. Constantly talking to you. Almost exclusively you. Giving you that same playful flirting he always did. Although, it definitely was bolder tonight.

“You’re cute in that... but I think you’d be cuter without anything on.”

He also let his eyes wander, that wasn’t new either, but it felt different. Because it was almost like... he wanted you to catch him. He wanted you to call him out on his staring. He wanted you to take notice of his subtle non-verbal communication! And you did.

Because, even when the party was over, he was still right next to you. Or rather, on top of you. 

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[judgementdaysunshine]

Back relief

Pairing: Darby Allin x Fem reader

Description: You help Darby with his back pain after he comes home in pain from being on the road

The first thing you hear as Darby walks in is winces and groans of pain afraid that he got hurt badly helping him to your shared bedroom "Baby is it your back?" he nods as you slowly dig your fingers into his back rubbing his back until he groans in pain giving him muscle relaxers getting him to eat before he is leaned over again. You gently hug him rubbing his shoulder "I love you, I know you're hurting but I'll help you" you lay him on a towel over a heating pad which relaxes him much better than anything else had "I wanna shower can you help me?" you nod helping him up and sitting him on the shower chair which you used when you were sick or real tired hopping in and slowly washing his body and his hair rinsing and drying him off before helping him to bed and putting boxers on him even though he insisted he was fine and tried to do the simple task but groans in pain laying him back down deciding on a another idea to switch things between the heating pad "Be back baby I have something else that could help you to" you come back with menthol lidocaine patches carefully putting two along his back apologizing when he would tense and slightly jump from the chill that ran through him before he relaxes again as your hand runs up and down gently massaging his back until he was out deep asleep wrapping your arms around him. You change out the patches after eating breakfast feeling quite a bit of the unbearable pain dissipate thanks to your actions of the patches, heating pad, and massages which had him lightly moaning from the relief of the tension oozing from his body until he yet again falls asleep with his head in your lap running your fingers through his hair with a small smile that he wasn't in any pain like he had been when he came home slowly laying him down to go and grab take out from the local Cuban place coming back to find him still dead to the world as you eat watching tv until he had woken up a couple of hours later smiling when he sees you walk in with his warmed up cuban food holding you in his arms after eating and sipping on apple juice kissing your temple before holding each other "Thank you so much baby I love you" a smile forms pressing a kiss to his head running your hand along his shoulders.

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[issdisgrace]

LINGERIE I THINK DARBY ALLIN, JON MOXLEY, AND THE YOUNG BUCKS WOULD WEAR

WARNINGS: Lingerie duh, hide your eyes if you under 18

DARBY

JON

MATT

NICK

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