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[im-just-a-mississippi-girl]

Brownie Points

Pairing: Chuck Taylor x female!reader

Category: Fluff

Word count: 1,487

Summary: A shy and nervous Chucky Taylor asks you on a lunch date.

Warnings: None

A/N: Happy Birthday Chuckie!! 🥳

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Moodboard is not mine. Credit goes to @katries 🩵

First dates. First dates can be fun and sweet or they can be awkward and a total disaster.

When Chuck Taylor asked you out after a few weeks of you living next door, he was nervous and had no clue how you would react, mainly because he’s on the road a lot. Therefore, he didn’t have many opportunities to get to know you better. All he knew was you left for work around 6:30am and returned home at 4:30pm, and you went to the gym for an hour or so on certain days, and on some weekends a few of your friends would come over for a girls night. A simplistic life, a life he sometimes wished he had.

It took encouragement from his best friend Orange Cassidy to fully convince Chuck to give it a shot and ask you out, so here he was on your doorstep, last minute nerves slowly getting the better of him, but before he could chicken out, a ding from his phone grabbed his attention. It was Orange Cassidy, who was watching from the kitchen window because he knew his best friend would need encouragement and support.

Orange Man 🕶️🍊

Knock. You look creepy just standing there.

Chuck shook his head, a little smile forming on his face and a brief chuckle escaped his lips. He’s right. I can do this. Deep breath and knock. Chuck did just that - took a deep breath and knocked on your door before he lost his nerve.

Less than a minute later the front door opened. There you stood in your loungewear consisting of an old oversized t-shirt and sweatpants, your hair was a little messier than when you left this morning and you hardly had any makeup on. You weren’t a huge makeup wearer, you liked just enough to accentuate your natural beauty.

Chuck stood there stunned. He had seen you all dressed in your work clothes or gym clothes, but he hadn’t seen you like this before. To him, you looked breathtaking. Get it together! Speak! Chuck quickly blinked away the cobwebs in his brain. “I… um… I was wondering if you would maybe… want to go out sometime?” Chuck hated he was stumbling over his words but that’s what happened he spoke to a gorgeous woman. Chuck watched her open her mouth to speak.

You were aware of who Chuck Taylor was. Truth be told, you were a fan of his, so to hear him clumsily ask you on a date was absolutely insane to you. Out of all the women he could ask out, he chose you. You took a moment to calm your mind. “I would love to.” You softly spoke feeling the heat rising in your cheeks.

“How does lunch on Saturday sound?” Chuck quickly crossed his fingers in hopes you were free because if not, it would a few months before he would have free time like this again.

Usually, you’d make the guy sweat by saying you would have to check your schedule, but with Chuck, you just couldn’t do that. You could see he was already stressing out as it was plus you already knew you were available then. “It’s a date.”

The remainder of the week was slow and boring. All you could think about was your lunch date with Chuck. You really wanted things to go well, especially since he was so sweet. You remembered when one particularly windy day a few days ago, the wind knocked your trash can over at the end of the driveway, trash strewn across your front yard. You had been at work and didn’t know about trash filled yard until you pulled into your driveway where Chuck was in your yard picking up the trash. You thanked him and he brushed it off with a ‘What are neighbors for?’

Finally, Saturday arrived. You got up earlier than usual, made a small breakfast then dug through your clothes for a nice outfit. You didn’t think to ask what he had planned for lunch. Would he take you on a picnic? To a cafe? To a restaurant? Would there be any kind of activity that a dress wouldn’t work with? Part of you felt like you were over reacting and that he would have told you if you needed to dress in a particular outfit, but then again he was nervous and could have forgotten.

When Saturday rolled around, Chuck was a nervous wreck. Thankfully, Orange Cassidy was there to help him calm down and prepare for the date. With everything prepped and ready to go, all Chuck had to do was get dressed.

One he was satisfied with his clothes, a nice pale blue shirt and a pair of jeans, and got the Orange Cassidy thumbs up of approval, he was out the door and on the short walk to your house. He hoped you ready and his arrival wouldn’t rush you.

Meanwhile, you had finally settled on a pretty, flowy lavender dress that came down to your knees. You did your makeup like always but added just a little bit more eyeshadow. Your eyes were your favorite feature and wanted to make them pop just a bit more.

A knock at the door pulled your attention away from your thoughts about what this date might hold. You quickly made your way to the door and peeked out the nearby window to see Chuck all dressed up. You stepped back and took a deep breath before opening the door.

“Hi.”

Your soft voice brought Chuck back to the present. He looked up at you and he had to pause to collect himself. “Wow.” He breathed out, absolutely stunned. He thought you looked breathtaking.

With his brain short-circuiting, you take the time to really examine him. The blue shirt made his eyes stand out, his hair still had that shagginess to it but styled just enough to give it a more dressed up feel.

Once Chuck finally got his brain back on track, he remembered the baked goods in his hands behind his back. “Oh! And I brought you these brownies. I’m not much of a baker but I think they turned out okay.” Chuck didn’t want to do the traditional, cliché flowers, he wanted to be unique.

“You made me brownies!” You beamed. You loved brownies along with cookies, cakes, pies, cupcakes. Desserts are your weakness. “This is so nice. I typically get boring flowers but baked goods are always welcome. Thank you Chuck.” You accepted the brownies and placed them on the small table by the door. You grabbed your purse hanging on the hook above the table before turning back to Chuck. “I’m ready if you are.”

Chuck couldn’t stop smiling. He was thrilled you loved the brownies, even if they might end up tasting disgusting. “Let’s go.” He held his arm out for you, a big smile on his face. Things were going great and he hoped they would stay that way.

Once the two of you were in Chuck’s car, a ding came from his phone. He apologized for the brief interruption to which you shook your head insisting it was okay. He quickly looked at the text.

Orange Man 🕶️🍊

You’re doing great. Have fun!

Chuck glanced up and sure enough there was his best friend, watching out the living room window with a thumbs up. He shook his head with a grin while starting the car.

The ride consisted of talks about random favorite things likes animals, movies, shows, books, music, etc.

When the car came to a stop in the small parking lot, you finally noticed that Chuck had taken you to a little cafe that had pretty much everything from coffee and tea to sandwiches and pastries.

Entering the cafe, you noticed the decor was simple yet fun. “This is a cute place.” Your compliment made Chuck relax; he was worried you wouldn’t like a cafe date.

After ordering and picking a table by the window, you decided to ask him about life on the road and what got him into wrestling. You watched as his eyes lit up. The conversation flowed smoothly and ended up transitioning into swapping embarrassing stories. Some of his stories seemed too outrageous to be true but you didn’t mind.

As Chuck listened to you tell a story about how you and your friends pranked one of your friend’s brothers, he got this fuzzy feeling that he had only heard about in books and movies. Guess it is real after all. He just hoped you were feeling the same way.

The butterflies in your stomach were nonstop from the moment you two began learning about each other. Turns out this feeling in the books and movies was real. You could really see yourself being with Chuck Taylor. Most importantly, being happy and loved. You just hoped he was feeling the same way.

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● Hook x Reader ●

• SMUT 18+

Summary: Ethan Page breaks off his engagement with you. Taz takes you in and introduces you to Tyler. Tyler teaches Ethan a lesson about blowing up your phone.

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I walk into me and Ethan's locker room very excitedly. He is sitting on the couch.

"Hey baby! Did you see my match? I won my first match here!"

He doesn't say anything looking at his phone and I look at him puzzled. I sit on the coffee table infront of him looking at him.

"Did you hear me?"

He doesn't look up or say anything again. I put my hand on his arm trying to get his attention. He smacks my hand away looking up at me. I pull my hand to my chest.

"Owww what was that for?"

He stands up looking down at me. I start breathing heavy looking up at him.

"We are done Y/N."

"Done?"

"Yes. Done. Now give me MY engagement ring."

"W...what?"

I look down at my ring than back up at him. He has his hand out waiting for it.

"Why Ethan?"

"I have found someone better than you."

Those words broke me. I slowly take off my ring and put it in his hand. He scoffs ripping the ring out of my fingers.

"You're so pathetic. And useless."

I look down at the floor not wanting to look at him. He gathers his things together still belittling me the whole time.

"So much happier that I found someone who will care for me and actually do what I say. Don't call me. Don't text me. Don't even think about me."

He leaves the room slamming the door behind him. I feel the tears start to pour out of your eyes. You lean down into your knees and start crying. 20 minutes go by, I hear someone knock on the door. I ignore it thinking it's Ethan. I hear the door open but continue crying into my knees.

"Y/N. Honey. What's going on?"

I feel a hand start rubbing my back. I sit up still semi crying, looking up to see Taz sitting on the couch. He rubs my shoulder looking at me.

"What happened Y/N? I had to come looking for ya because you had an interview but didn't show up. What happened honey?"

I sniffle wiping my face and lifted my hand up to show my bare hand. His eyes go wide seeing my ring is gone. I start crying again. He stands up pulling me up into a hug. I start crying into his chest while he rubs my back.

"Honey. It will be okay. I'm here for you. You know you are like family to me. If you don't have anywhere to live, you can live at my house. I'll even help get your stuff out of his apartment."

I sniffle wiping my face again looking up at him.

"You mean that? I mean I do need a place to live but I also have a cat if that's okay. And I would feel better if you did come with to get my stuff."

"You and your cat are welcome to stay. Now let's go get your stuff and your kitty!"

I grab my bag and follow him out of the locker room, to the parking garage and to his car.

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*at the apartment*

I get out of the car and walk over to the door to get into the apartment with Taz and one of his "helpers" right behind me. I take a deep breath and unlock the door. I walk in with them behind me and walk around not seeing Ethan anywhere. I start telling them what is mine and what is his. They start taking my stuff to their trucks. I get my cat backpack and walk to my bedroom looking for him.

"Oliver? Where are ya buddy?"

He runs and jumps on the bed with a little meow. I slightly smile looking at him.

"Well buddy. We are going for a little trip."

I pick him up, put him in the backpack and carry him out to Taz's truck putting him on the backseat. I go back in and pack all my stuff up from every room. I hand Taz's "helper" the last box than turn around in the doorway looking around. I sigh and tear up a little. Taz comes up behind me and puts a hand on my back.

"Y/N it's time to go."

He points to Ethan's car pulling into the parking lot. I throw the key into the apartment, close the door and walk over to the truck. Taz follows behind me watching Ethan the whole time. I get in the truck, close the door and watch Taz stand infront of his truck putting the window down to hear the. His "helper" comes around and stands next to him. Ethan walks over to them.

"What are you doing here? And why do you have my girl?"

Taz scoffs looking at him.

"Your girl? Last I checked, you broke off your engagement and broke her heart. So no she ain't your girl anymore. And we came to help her move out."

Ethan rolls his eyes and crosses his arms.

"That girl is all talk. She always says she is gonna move out and leave me. But I know Y/N. She would never leave me. No matter how bad I treat her. She always stays with me."

Taz and his "helper" move closer to Ethan. Ethan takes a step back.

"Like I said, we came to help her move out."

Ethan laughs and walks over to the apartment door, unlocks it and walks inside. Taz gets into his truck starting it and his "helper" gets into his. Ethan comes back outside screaming and waving his hands. He walks over to the driver's side tapping on the window. Taz looks at me and I nod. He rolls down the window slowly looking at Ethan.

"Taz! Where is......."

He looks over at me in the passengers seat.

"Y/N! Get your ass in that apartment right now!"

I look away from him starting to feel tears coming to my eyes. Taz looks at Ethan and shakes his head.

"I meant what I said. She's moving out. Now goodbye."

Taz rolls up the window and shifts into drive which causes the doors to lock. Ethan runs over to the other side of the truck trying to open the door. Taz hits the gas and leaves the parking lot. I take a deep breath when we hit the road.

"Honey. It will be okay. He can't hurt you anymore."

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*at Taz's house*

I get out of the truck getting Oliver's backpack making sure he is okay. I put him on my back and walk to the front of the truck. Taz is standing there waiting for me. I look at his house noticing cameras and security guards everywhere. I look over at him.

"Your house is so gorgeous but why do you have so many cameras and security guards?"

He laughs putting a hand on my shoulder.

"I'll tell ya later about that. For now, let's get inside so I can show ya your room."

I slightly smile and follow him inside. We walk inside and my eyes go wide looking at how beautiful everything is.

"Taz are you sure I can stay here?"

"Of course! Wait until you see your room!"

He grabs my hand and pulls me up the stairs, down the hallway and I hear loud music coming from one of the rooms. I look at Taz and he laughs a little.

"That's my son Tyler. You will meet him soon. I think you two are about the same age."

"I'm 24."

"Oh so is he. Wait. You're 24? Why were you with Ethan? Isn't he like 10 years older than you?"

I roll my eyes and look at him.

"I'll tell you about that later. For now, wanna show me my room?"

"Oh and your a comedian too? I like you already!"

I giggle and we walk into my new room at the end of the hallway. I gasp at how beautiful the whole room looks. Taz pats my shoulder.

"So you don't need much of the furniture you brought with you. But don't worry. You can decorate the room however you want. And all your other belongings will be brought up to your room for you."

"Taz I don't know how to thank you enough for everything you are doing for me."

He looks at me and smiles.

"Join me, my wife and my son for dinner tonight. We are going to a restaurant. So you can dress casually just not like a bum."

I giggle sitting down on the bed.

"You got it. As long as my clothes get up here soon."

He laughs and walks out closing the door behind him. A couple hours go by and my belongings are all brought to my room. I organize and put everything away. I set up a corner for all of Oliver's belongings as well. I go through my clothes trying to find something to wear. I settle with a black crop top, some ripped up jeans and some black high top sneakers. I put my deer skull necklace on and fix my tongue piercing. I look at myself in the mirror in my personal bathroom attached my room. I straighten my hair to go with my outfit. I smile looking in the mirror.

"This is the first time I have felt good about how I look in a long time. I am going to have a great time tonight."

I hear a knock on my door and walk over to the door opening it to see Taz. He smiles looking at me.

"Well look at you! Feeling better already!"

"I am feeling better. Thank you."

"Ready to go? My wife and son left already to get us a table."

"I am ready."

I walk out closing my door following him downstairs and to his truck. He opens the door for me and I get in. He walks around getting in and heads down the driveway and to the restaurant.

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We get to the restaurant and he parks next to his wife's car. Taz looks over at me.

"Look. I told my wife I was bringing you along but my son doesn't know."

I look over at him smiling a little.

"Taz... are you trying to set me up with your son?"

"Maybbeeee....."

"Taz I just got out of...."

"Y/N. Honey. I know you just got out a relationship. But I know my son. He wouldn't dare hurt a woman. And honey. You need a real man anyways."

We both laugh and get out of his truck. We walk over to the table. Tyler's back is facing me and he is looking down at the menu on the table. Taz's wife stands up and hugs me.

"You must be Y/N. Taz talks so good about you."

I hug her back and smile.

"Yup that's me."

Taz points next to Tyler and I sit down next to him. Taz sits next to his wife and kicks Tyler's leg.

"Yo what was that for?"

"We have company."

"I dont....."

He looks over at me and stops talking. I giggle looking at him.

"You don't what son?"

"HI I'm Y/N. You must be Tyler."

Tyler nods his head yes just staring at me. I nervous giggle looking at him.

"Okaayyy"

"Anyways what is everyone hungry and thristy for?"

I look through the menu trying to decide on something to eat. The waitress comes over and takes our drink orders. She comes back with the drinks than takes our food orders. She leaves and Taz looks over at me and Tyler.

"So son. Y/N had her first match on AEW yesterday."

Tyler looks directly over at me. I look back at him smiling.

"I did and I won!"

"Congrats."

I look over at Taz with a puzzled look.

"Does he ever show any emotion?"

Taz laughs and Tyler quickly turns his head towards me. I look back at him with a stone cold look on my face. Tyler smirks and looks down. I shrug my shoulders and feel my phone buzz in my pocket. I pull it out and see a message from Ethan.

Why haven't you come back to the apartment yet? We need to talk.

I put it away and look up to see Taz looking at me. I slightly bite my lip trying not to cry.

"Was it him again?"

I shake my head yes and he sighs. Our food comes and we start eating our dinner.

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*2 weeks later*

Laying in my bed with Oliver, I am looking through the thousands of messages Ethan has sent me. I don't even tear up anymore. I've been thinking a lot about everything that happened and to me, I am starting to heal and get better from it. I know I don't want to go back to Ethan. I have been having fun hanging out with Taz and his family. Tyler and I are kinda flirty with each other but I am trying to take it slow. My phone buzzes and another message comes through.

Y/N. Babygirl. Please talk to me. I miss you. I want us back.

I roll my eyes closing my phone. I hear a knock on my door and get up. I open the door expecting Taz but instead it's Tyler.

"Oh hey Ty. What's up?"

"My parents are going out. So I am going to make some steak and mashed potatoes. Would you like some?"

"I would love some. Could I join you in the kitchen?"

"Yeah sure."

I follow him down to the kitchen. He grabs a pan out of the cabinet along with a pot for the potatoes. He gets everything out on the counter. I walk over and lean on the counter looking at him.

"Could I help ya with anything?"

"Not right now."

I move closer to him and put my head on his shoulder to be annoying.

"Cmoonnnn Ty."

"Okay okay. Let me find something for you to do."

He pulls a chair over from the island and sets it next to the oven.

"Sit here and look pretty."

I huff and sit in the chair.

"I don't like this. I wanna help with something. Please. I don't want you to just sit here and....."

I get cut off by Tyler grabbing my face and kissing me. My eyes go wide than close, kissing him back. He pulls back looking at me putting his hand on my throat.

"Now just sit there and look pretty like a good girl."

I shake my head yes looking at him wide eyed. He goes back to making dinner. I bite the inside of my lip squeezing my legs together watching him. He looks over at me and slightly smirks.

"You okay over there?"

"Oh me? Yeah.... I'm okay."

"Never had anyone put you in your place before huh?"

"Not like that. Never been called a good girl either."

"Good to know."

He laughs and finishes up making dinner. He sets everything up on the island for us. I move my chair closer and he sits on the other side. I look over at him smiling.

"Thank you for this Ty."

"Well I have something to tell ya."

"What's up?"

"I told my parents to go out because I wanted to make you dinner and maybe this could be like our little date night. We could eat dinner than go to my room to watch a movie."

"So you planned a date night for us but didn't even tell me it was a date night? Cmon. I'm still in my pajamas."

I giggle looking at him. He looks at me slightly smiling.

"You are okay with it being a little date night?"

"Of course Ty."

"Oh and Y/N?"

I look up at him slightly smiling starting to eat some mashed potatoes.

"I was also wondering if you would....."

"Yes."

"I didn't even finish my sentence. I was wondering if you would like to be my girlfriend? My dad told me about your ex so if you still need more time, I get it."

"Tyler. I am way over that guy. It's a yes."

"Yes! That makes me so happy!"

I giggle and we continue to eat dinner. My phone buzzes three more times on the island. Tyler looks over at me.

"Whose that?"

"The ex."

I roll my eyes finishing up eating.

"He has been texting you for 2 weeks now?"

"I have like over a thousand messages from this guy."

We get up putting our dishes in the sink and cleaning up the kitchen.

"That's crazy."

He grabs my waist and pulls me into him. I put my arms around his neck.

"But don't worry. I have a few ideas of how to get rid of him."

"I don't wanna worry about him right now. I wanna worry about our date."

He smiles, grabs my arm and pulls me up to his room. We walk into his room and he flops down on his bed. I sit down on the other side looking around his room. He grabs my sides and pulls me over to him. I turn on my side and lay my head on his shoulder with his arm around my neck. I pull out my phone and look at him.

"Could I take a picture of us and post it?"

"Of course babe."

I turn on my camera and take a cute picture of us laying in bed together. I post it on Twitter with the caption "He made me dinner and than asked me to be his girlfriend! What a gentleman."

"Oh that's definitely gonna piss some people off."

"I don't care. I'm happy with you."

He leans over me and kisses me. I put my hand on his cheek and kiss him back. He pulls back laying back down and looks through the movies on the TV. He finds a movie and puts it on. He moves me off of him and sits up taking his shirt off. I bite my lip a little.

"Sorry I just always like to have my shirt off in my room. Or clothes for that matter."

I giggle and look at him still biting my lip.

"I am the same way."

"Than take your clothes off."

I look at him with wide eyes. He looks at me and smiles a little. I slowly take off my shirt exposing my breasts since I wasn't wearing a bra. I hear him suck in some air looking at me which makes me giggle. I stand up and slowly take off my shorts also not wearing underwear.

"Holy fuckkkkk."

He gets up, comes over to me and runs his fingers through my hair gripping some. I bite my lip looking at him.

"What a good girl."

I gulp still looking at him biting my lip.

"Now get on your knees."

I slowly drop to my knees while he keeps a hold of my hair making me look up at him.

"Ya like this babygirl?"

I shake my head yes looking up at him. He smirks letting go of my hair and slowly takes his shorts off. I gulp seeing his cock flop out of his shorts. He smirks looking down at me.

"Now you are going to take my dick down your throat like a good girl."

I hear my phone buzz on the nightstand. Tyler grips up my hair making me look up at him.

"Did you hear me?"

"Yes Daddy."

He bites his lip looking down at me.

"Good girl."

I open my mouth wide sticking out my tongue.

"And you have a tongue ring? Fuckkkkk."

I laugh looking up at him. He grips my hair again making me open my mouth wide with my tongue hanging out. He slaps his dick against my tongue a couple times making me moan a little. He starts slowly shoving his dick down my throat. He shoves it all the way down making me gag really hard than pulls it back out. I cough a few times, tears coming out of my eyes but I still open my mouth wide for him again. He slowly shoves it all the way down my throat again making me gag than pulls it back out.

"What a good fucking girl."

I look up at him, spit hanging my mouth and a couple tears rolling down my face. He pats my cheek smirking. My phone starts ringing on the nightstand. Tyler turns around and grabs my phone.

"Oh look who it is."

He looks down at me and smirks.

"I have an idea. Keep sucking and gagging on my dick baby."

"What's your idea?"

"What did I just say?"

"Yes daddy."

I grab his dick and start sucking on it. He moans and grabs my hair. My phone starts ringing like a videochat. I look up at Tyler with his dick all the way down my throat.

"What a good job. You got it all the way down without gagging."

Tyler answers my phone without me knowing. The camera is facing him.

"Y/N! I knew you would soon answer.......me? Tyler why do you have Y/N's phone? Where is she?"

I start sucking his dick faster looking up at him. He moans a little smirking at Ethan.

"Oh she has been a little preoccupied with her time."

"What do you mean?"

Tyler turns the camera around while I have his dick shoved all the way down my throat again. Tyler let's out a moan.

"Are you fucking kidding me?! That is my fiance! Not your new girlfriend!"

I pull his dick out and slap it against my tongue a few times looking up at the camera. Tyler laughs watching Ethan freak out on camera.

"Alright Ethan. Unless you wanna watch me fuck the shit out of MY GIRL, I suggest you hang up and never call her ever again."

"Are you fucking kidding me?! Whatever! Bye!"

He hangs up and Tyler puts my phone on the nightstand. I stand up looking at him. He comes over, wipes my face and smiles.

"Now for the fun part."

The enddddddd

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{ warnings } — 18 + { minors do not interact }, hatefucking, semi public sex, oral sex { male receiving }, throat fucking, choking, face slapping, throat pie, multiple orgasms, teasing, vaginal sex, rough sex, dirty talk, unprotected sex, penetrative sex, male + female orgasms, vaginal creampie, internal cumshot, squirting

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you could feel him looming behind you

his presence an ever growing shadow that could not seem to lose

his gaze fixated on your figure

only a mere few steps behind you which in turn made you increase your speed

“where you going girly, i just wanna talk”

kenny’s voice lingered in your ears with the echo of the area hallway

“leave me alone, omega. how many times do i gotta fucking tell you?”

you spat words like venom, acidic to his ears

kenny was taken aback with faux shock at your demeanor, despite having witnessed it many a times before hand

“ooh, a feisty one. you got some bite to you, don’t you princess?”

“get lost, you prick!”

you managed to take sanctuary in a nearby storage room

swinging the door open, managing to squeeze yourself in just as his hand caught the door before it closed

“oh come on what will it take for you to leave me alone!?”

your back pressed against the door, trying to shove him out and at least gain a second of peace

“well, i can think of one thing”

kenny’s strength proved too much for you to handle

him having effortlessly pushed his way past you, and into the storage room

his body now barricading you against the door

your body trapped between his arms, his palms either side of your head

“oh hell no-“

“c’mon sweetheart, you know you want me”

“i’d rather fuck one of the bucks-“

your contempt for kenny and the bucks was well documented

their constant torment over the years, seemingly for no apparent reason other than to stir your emotions

it’s a surprise how you haven’t lost your sanity

kenny paused for a second, a small chuckle leaving his lips

“you and i both know that i’m a better fuck than both of them combined”

kenny leaned in, his breath tickling your earlobe on small wisps

his voice low, almost guttural, a soft rasp etched into his words

a sound that made your belly swirl with contempt

and more concerningly lust, arousal

it made your thighs clench together instinctively

your knees weak and mind in a daze

you hated him as he did you, you should not be getting so overwhelmed by this

“go to hell” you managed to seethe through gritted teeth

the blush evident and warm on your cheeks as kenny remained close

“oh princess, if i go, you’re coming with me”

his lips now present against your earlobe, lips barely feathering the skin

his cock hard, pressed up against your inner thigh through the loose fabric of his gym shorts

feeling him throb against you

“don’t lie to yourself, sweetheart. i know you’ve thought about me, about how good i could fuck you…”

kenny’s words echoed in your ears sinfully

no matter how much you tried to ignore his persistence

you could not deny how incredibly wet you had become

“i bet you touch yourself while thinking of me”

the blush increased, heat practically radiating off your cheeks

you tried to push him away, though the arousal thrumming through you kept your knees weak and unstable

instead opting for a harsh slap to his cheek

an act which completely left him unfazed

he did not even flinch

“ooh i struck a nerve there didn’t i?”

kenny let a hand fall from beside your face, smoothing down the length of your body before resting on your hip

his thumb looped in the belt buckle of your jeans

“you don’t know shit about me”

“oh really?”

he questioned, unbuttoning your jeans with one hand

you did not protest despite your hatred

he slipped his hand into your jeans, beneath your panties

fingers dancing across your soaked folds, teasing your clit

“then how come you’re so wet for me?”

you could not deny it at this point, it would be incredibly stupid to do so

the way his fingers teased you, toying with you with such ease

a small whimper left your lips, one that he easily caught

“don’t deny the way i make you feel, sweetheart”

you hummed at the feeling of his fingers, only for him to pry them from your void

your sweetness dripped from his fingertips as he licked them clean.

“fuck it”, you thought. you were gonna end up fucking anyway.

you might as well be the first to fully initiate

at least he’d leave you alone after this

dropping to your knees with haste

and much to his surprise, he let you continue

your hands reaching up, prying down the waistband of his gym shorts and freeing his cock

a small groan of pleasure ripped through his throat as you began to give little kitten licks to his tip

“i knew you’d come around eventually” kenny’s playful remark was met with malice on your end

“shut the fuck up im only doing this so you leave me alone”

“sure, whatever you say, princess”

you took him in your mouth, hollowing your cheeks so the process would be over quicker

kenny’s hand fell to the back of your head, pushing you further onto his cock so that his tip would be comfortably nestled in the back of your throat

comfortable for him at least

“you have no idea how much i want you…” kenny mumbled under his breath with the hopes that you did not hear

you did, only increasing the heat in your cheeks

his hand locked in your hair, keeping you still as his hips began to buck

effectively fucking your throat with ease

this was not supposed to feel as good as it did.

you could not believe how you managed to stoop so low as to fucking your enemy

“god, never thought you’d look so pretty choking on my cock”

your eyes were not keeping contact with his

instead, rolled back on your skull from the sheer force of his cock

spit pooled in the corners of your lips

a glossy sheen across the length of his cock

now dripping down your chin

“oh fuck-“ kenny grunted

holding your head firmly against his hips

your nose nestled in the neatly trimmed mound of pubic hair

as he emptied hot ropes of cum down your throat

feeling the residual throb of his cock against your tongue as he pulled out

you gasped for air, finally able to breathe

still feeling his warmth linger on your tastebuds

he was quick to pull you up by the hair

turning you around so that your face was pressed against the door

his still aching cock grinding against your clothed ass

his movements were swift

his hands now, tugging down your jeans, letting them sit mid thigh before moving onto your panties

“be a good little whore and take every inch of me”

he gave no warning when he was about to enter

and no time given for you to adjust to his size

kenny began his movements with quick, rough thrusts

filling your cunt deep with each movements

“fuck you-“ you seethed through a moan

“sweetheart, you are” he smirked into the crook of your neck

free hand coming up to wrap around your throat

“i’m the only man who fucks you this good. i know you hate to admit it but you love the feeling of my cock, don’t you”

you gave in, succumbing to the pleasure his cock provided with a small nod

“y-yes…” you stuttered, cringing internally at your words

“what was that princess, i didn’t quite catch that?”

“yes, fuck- your cock feels so good”

kenny pressed himself further into you, holding his positioning for a moment to pepper small kisses to your jawline

“good girl, such an obedient little thing”

your thighs began to shake

having to press yourself back against him to stablize yourself

your whines and whimpers flooded kenny’s senses

only fueling the arousal that burned through him

“you’re so fucking close i can feel it”

he began to increase his speed

“cum around my cock, i wanna feel it, sweetheart. make a fucking mess”

“kenny please…”

you cried out through choked moans

spilling around his cock without warning, much to his amusement

he was quick to follow suit, his seed filling you up so deliciously, dripping onto your panties as he pulled out of you

kenny stuffed his cock back into his shorts with haste

quickly pulling your panties and jeans back up

feeling the warmth of his cum radiate against your overstimulated cunt

“kenny?” you hummed, trying to regain your breath

he gave a soft hum in acknowledgment

“i uh…i don’t want this to be a one night stand type of thing…y’know?”

you stammered over your words and your newfound adoration of the man.

“sweetheart…” he began, the nickname he’d been using sounded ridiculously foreign given the context

“you’re more than a one night stand”

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[jeyusos-girl]

a/n: lets pretend this didn't take almost a month to finish 😁

word count: 1221

@harmshake this ones for you 😭

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Daniel's attention hadn't been captured like this in a long time.

She walked into the club, her aura exuded confidence. Her mere presence commanded attention without even trying. Daniel’s eyes followed her every move and in that moment, it felt as though time had slowed down, the chaotic energy of the club fading into the background as she became the sole focus of his thoughts.

Daniel stared a beat longer before downing the rest of his drink and stalking his way to the bar, squeezing through bodies until he was feet away from her.

He slid into the space next to her, and the scent of her sweet vanilla perfume filled his senses.

Daniel set his glass down and waited for the bartender.

The sound of the glass hitting the bar top got her attention.

She flipped her hair over her shoulder and glanced to the left of her.

Their eyes met for the first time.

“Hey,” he spoke.

Daniel felt weak in the knees as her dark eyes stared into his soul.

“Hi,” she muttered.

She was the first to break eye contact. As Daniel went to speak again, the bartender appeared in front of him.

“Sorry for the wait, what can I get you?”

He gave his order and the bartender slid the drink in front of him within a minute.

He returned his attention to the woman beside him.

“You come here often?” Daniel asked, taking a sip of his drink.

He heard her scoff lightly.

She turned her head, resting her chin in her hand.

“Has that line ever worked for you?”

Her sultry voice sent a chill down his spine. He set his glass down and leaned on the bar top.

"Not my go-to, but I had to give it a shot,” Daniel smirked as she hid her smile behind her glass.

Daniel's attention remained fixed on the woman beside him.

“Did it work for you?”

“Nope, better luck next time,” she replied, a smirk painted on her lips.

“Already planning on seeing me again?” he leaned in closer as she laughed loudly. The sound was like music to his ears.

“Is there something you want from me?” she raised a brow.

“How about a name, beautiful.”

She cocked her head to the side, studying his features.

“Y/N. Anything else?”

“Yeah, your number would be great too.” Daniel licked his lips.

“Hm, I don't think so. I don't give my number to strangers,” Y/N took a sip of her martini.

Daniel leaned back slightly, his smile unfaltering despite the rejection.

"Fair enough. In that case, allow me to introduce myself. My name’s Daniel. I'm a 25-year-old professional wrestler from Buffalo, New York, and I-”

“Wait wait, did you say you were 25?” Y/N interrupted.

“Yeah, is there an issue?” Daniel tilted his head.

“Yes, the issue is I'm a whole decade older than you,”

Daniel squinted, pursing his full lips.

“Forgive me but I'm still not seeing the problem.”

Y/N chuckled, biting back a smile. She turned in her stool to face Daniel. She didn't miss the way his eyes traveled the length of her body.

“How about finding someone closer to your age to hit on.” she dared.

Daniel leaned back, his expression thoughtful.

“Why would I wanna do that when you and I are having such a lovely conversation?”

Y/N laughed again, a sound that Daniel was quickly becoming addicted to.

“Look, age doesn't matter to me. What matters is the connection we have-“

“Connection? I’ve known you for less than 10 minutes. I wouldn't call what we have a connection,” she narrowed her eyes.

"But there's something, isn't there?" Daniel countered, his gaze intense.

"I mean, you're still here talking to me, aren't you?" Y/N paused, her eyes flickering with something that Daniel couldn't quite pinpoint.

“And correct me if I'm wrong but if you weren't at least a little bit interested I'm sure you'd have no problem telling me to back off.”

Daniel took a sip of his drink as Y/N paused, her gaze shifting as she contemplated his response. The corners of her lips twitched, a hint of amusement playing across her features.

She couldn’t deny the truth in Daniel’s words. Y/N had no problem brushing away unwanted attention from men who thought they’d have a chance with her. But there was something magnetic about Daniel, something enticing about his confidence and charm. And while she wouldn’t dare admit it out loud, she was intrigued by the young man's attempt at winning her over.

Y/N met Daniel’s gaze, her eyes gleaming.

“Look I don't know what your game is, but let me tell you, Daniel. It's going to take more than a few smooth lines to impress me. I’ll give you an hour to prove that this connection you seem so sure of, is real.”

“An hour is all I need,” Daniel smiled before downing the rest of his drink.

For the next hour, their conversation flowed smoothly.

They shared stories and experiences freely. Y/N was surprised at how comfortable she was sharing such detailed information with Daniel. It put her initial apprehension at ease knowing that Daniel was just as interested in her life as she was his. He seemed genuine in his attempt to get to know her and that made her feel good.

As the liquid courage from the several drinks they shared kicked in, the conversation became more flirtatious.

Their attraction was undeniable and the tension between them grew thicker and thicker with each prolonged period of eye contact.

They noticed the way their bodies seemed to gravitate toward each other. The distance between them got smaller, their legs intertwined and their hands roamed freely, never leaving one another’s touch.

Neither of them dared mention it, too afraid it would ruin the moment.

The world around them faded, and their attention focused solely on each other. Every touch, every glance exchanged became a silent confession of the attraction they were trying (and failing) to hide.

Each compliment Daniel sent her way was met with a shy smile that made his heart flutter.

“You certainly have a way with words, Daniel,” she remarked, a faint smile painted on her lips.

“So I've been told,” he smirked.

“I bet you have,” she rolled her eyes playfully.

Daniel smiled and lifted her hand to his lips. Their eye contact never faltered, and as his lips met her knuckles, a chill ran through her body.

“I think our time is up,” he noted.

“Yeah I think it is, unfortunately,” Y/N mumbled that last part, hoping Daniel wouldn't hear.

But he did.

“Unfortunately? Does that mean I passed your test?” he raised a brow, hopeful that she'd say yes. She bit her lip to contain her smile.

“Yeah, you did. I enjoyed talking to you Daniel,” she sighed as she dragged her heeled foot up his leg.

“I don't want the night to be over,”

"It doesn't have to be beautiful. We can continue this elsewhere, my hotel isn't that far from here." Daniel suggested, offering her a devilishly handsome smile.

Y/N leaned in closer, resting a hand on his thigh.

“Are you going to make it worth my while?”

“I promise you I will just give me an hour.”

#daniel garcia #daniel garcia aew #daniel garcia imagines #daniel garcia x reader #daniel garcia imagine #aew x reader #aew fanfiction #aew imagines #aew imagine

[redpool]

All I want to do is read fanfiction for hockey players or wrestlers but can't find anything that I haven't already read.

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[seeingstarks]

spooky delights

summary : reader is feeling quite low, her husband has just the thing to turn that from upside down. pairing : jon moxley x afab!reader (husband!wife dynamic - fluff) cw : fake blood, blood licking (but reader thinks it's real at first), implied smut/nsfw if you squint - referred to mox as "your treat" in descriptions, nicknames (babygirl/lovely/baby), neck kisses/general kissing/slight french kissing. a/n: wanted to whip up a lil' something for halloween & this came to mind with prompt inspo from here. reblogs are very much appreciated! if you want added to the tag list send an ask but my writing updates are all over the place! word count : 712 words tag list : @harmshake gif credit : @allelitewrestlings

trick or treaters knocked on the door all evening long, being home and in the comfort of your dog was the only company you had for the time being as you awaited your husband to arrive home.

you hadn't felt like moving an inch from the sofa, only doing so to put out a bowl of candy earlier with little motivation to do much else as you went back under the covers, your dog hopping up on the sofa as you gave him a few pets.

ever since moving in with jon, you were fortunate to have snacks all around the house, however as you reached down and rummaged through the snack drawer below, you only managed to find those of the salty variety.

with a sigh, you rolled over to your side and snuggled up against your furry friend who was more than accepting of the ear scratches you provided.

after an hour or so passed by, the lights began to flicker off outside and chatter of kids on a sugar high dampened down as the night grew darker.

still no jon. you wondered what he had been up to this late. he was only supposed to be grabbing pizza and a few groceries but your sweet tooth grew stronger and the candy was bound to be gone by now.

the cincinnati native came with pizza in one hand and in the other two brown paper bags which seemed to be filled.

throwing the covers off, you were careful not to wake the sleeping pup as you stood up and greeted your husband, worry washing over your face as you saw the crimson liquid rolling down his forehead.

"is that real? here let me help you get that off-" you licked your finger, stepping up on your tippy toes and pressed a finger to jon's head, swiping the blood away with ease before going to lick it.

jon couldn't keep his eyes off you, simply chuckling at himself and your actions, adoring everything about you. "ohh, that's not- how you replicate fake blood so well amazes me." you shook your head at him and he pulled you in for a hug, feeling his arms wrap around you in a warm embrace.

you could stay this way forever, in the comfort of your lovers arms, head buried in the crook of his neck. it felt safe with him and despite living together he was your home.

"i got you a suprise baby." he reached into the bag pulling out an assortment of halloween candy, along with some frosting and gingerbread.

"we're gonna make spooky gingerbread houses?" you asked him in an excited tone, ready to rip open the bag of skittles, one of your many favorite treats besides mox.

"i know how much you love halloween and haven't been feeling your best lately.." he walked up behind you wrapping his arms around your frame, "so i figured this would help cheer my babygirl up." he nuzzled at the crook of your neck before placing a soft kiss on it.

"i love it, jon. you're the greatest husband ever." you smiled up at him starting to rip open each of the bags filled with sweet treats.

"i'll be right back, lovely." he hummed to himself and grabbed bowls for the food setting them on the counter and pouring it in.

the night was full of laughter, wandering hands, but most importantly you got to spend time with the person you loved most.

making a mess of the kitchen, frosting was spread over the counter and your face, basically anywhere but the gingerbread house.

"save some for our spooky masterpiece." jon shook his head with a chuckle watching you lick frosting from your finger.

"mm, how about nope." you turned to face him and spread some on his cheek causing the man to pull you into a heated kiss.

"tastes like mm-orange.. my favorite, unlike someone else." you shushed the man through closed lips as you opened your mouth and slipped your tongue into his, knowing full well he was talking about james. even in moments like these he was thinking about opponents but was there when it mattered most, with you. the spooky treats could wait just a little while longer you thought.

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[triscillal]

𝑬𝑙𝑖𝑡𝑒 𝑩𝑜𝑠𝑠 || 𝗠𝗔𝗦𝗧𝗘𝗥𝗟𝗜𝗦𝗧 ||

Series Synopsis: After the unpredictable release from WWE, the now hottest free agent of Sports-Entertainment decides to accept an offer becoming a new version of herself while also becoming the newest 'secret weapon'.

Pairings: Hook x Female!Reader, Taz x Female!Reader (platonic), Ricky Starks x Female!Reader (platonic), Will {Powerhouse} Hobbs x Female!Reader (platonic), Dante Martin x Female!Reader (platonic)... [ other aew wrestlers mentioned/included ]

WARNINGS || This story contains wrestling violence, swearing, descriptive sexual activities, mentions of anxiety, and potentially triggering themes such as parental abuse, anxiety, self harm and/or depression. || 𝐏𝐋𝐄𝐀𝐒𝐄 𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐃 𝐀𝐓 𝐘𝐎𝐔𝐑 𝐎𝐖𝐍 𝐑𝐈𝐒𝐊 !!!

{ PROLOGUE } ~ COMING FRIDAY!

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~ AUTHORS NOTE ~

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Y/N L/N is going to be portrayed by Sasha Banks | Her Pro Wrestling Gimmick / Name / Music / Promo Lines will be used |

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[thesupreme316]

Had It Coming Part 4!?!?!?!!

IT'S BEEN A LONG TIME COMING SO HERE IT IS

Had It Coming Part 4 (Christian Cage x Female Reader/Hook's Sister/Jack Perry's Ex):

Summary: It seems that you and Christian are going strong. But how does that sit with your ex-boyfriend, Jack Perry?

Word Count: 2.3K (Please accept as an apology for being so late)

Supreme Speaks: thank you guys so much for supporting this series and showing it love. it really means a lot to me. okay, I ain't gonna waste your time any longer. Here is the anticipated part four of this series (it has a dark portrayal of Jack, you don't have to read if you're uncomfortable). Please remember that you are loved and appreciated.

Warnings: DARK PORTRAYAL OF JACK (tw: obsessive, stalking, in the denial stage, borderline yandere vibes tbh), suggestive mentions, explicit language, proofread to the best of my abilities

Taglist: @hooks-martin @sheinthatfandom @triscillal @cassie0sstuff @hookerforhook @batzy-watzy @wwenhlimagines

It’s been 33 days since he saw you walk away from him with his former mentor and best friend.

And Jack is going crazy.

He legitimately lost it.

Everyone can see it on his face. But they can’t help him…they can only watch as he unravels and continues to ruin his own life. After seeing you run off in the sunset with Christian, Jack became uncharacteristically silent. He wouldn’t even talk to Anna, and when he did, it was screaming and placing blame on her. Anna, who truly wanted to help him, was broken up with before she could even do so. You found that out in the locker room as she was crying to Tay Melo, a sight that was so bittersweet for you to watch.

Jack would walk around the halls, bags under his eyes, genuine stress marrying his facial features, wearing all-black clothes, hair matted, and not utter a single word to anyone. It got so bad that Tony wouldn’t even put him on the screen. He would spend his evenings in the arenas sitting in a corner on top of boxes, just looking over your contact. His thumb would caress your face through the phone screen as his eyes lingered on the contact name “Sunshine.” He tried texting you, asking for you to come back. You never answered. For some reason, he thought changing your name and breaking up with Anna would be enough for you to come back.

It wasn’t.

But even though you didn’t come near him, two people would come near him, offering friendship and shoulders to lean on: Austin and Colton Gunn. They would try their best to get Jack chatting with them as they filled his ears with loud jokes, obnoxious laughter, and weird banter. Although he never cracked a smile, the Gunns were resilient and still provided him with company.

“Hey, Jackie-boy,” Austin said cheerfully, walking up to the sulking wrestler, who would mumble a response. “How ya doing?”

“Man you should have been at the party last night,” Colton said bumping his shoulder. “You could use a night out. There was this insanely cute girl that is exactly your type-” Jack shook his head. Colton looked at his brother before nodding to Jack.

Austin sighed, “Look man, we get it that it’s been a rough month and a half. You lost your best friend, other best friend, title, and girlfriend-“

“I didn’t lose Y/N.” Jack snapped, looking up at the brothers.

Colton and Austin quickly side-eyed each other before Austin continued, “I was talking about Anna…but bro and I mean this respectfully, Y/N left you a while ago.”

“Anna and I were never together. She doesn’t matter to me. Y/N didn’t leave me. We are just going through a rough patch right now.” Jack said while running his fingers through his hair. “It’s not my fault.”

“We’re not saying that it is. We’re just trying to say that maybe there is no future where you and Y/N are together. You need to accept it.”

“No, I’m not going to accept it because it’s not true!” He shouted, startling the Gunns, with Colton hugging Austin in fear. Jack lowered his voice as he continued to talk, “It’s not my fault. It’s not her fault. It’s Christian’s fault.” He whispered to himself. “I didn’t lose my beautiful, innocent, and sweet girlfriend to Christian. That could never happen. He took her from me! Just like how he took my best friend and credit for my career. He just takes everything from me.”

Colton said taking a step forward, “Jack-“

Jack stood up from the boxes, looking into Colton’s eyes with anger, determination, and bitterness, “He filled her head with these images that I’m not the one for her. That he’s better than me. He basically kidnapped her, come to think about it. Yeah…he kidnapped my precious Y/N and started feeding these lies to her. And to make matters worse, Anna came back into the picture and distracted me from realizing it. That’s what happened.” He poked Colton’s chest as he finished his statement, “And I fully intend to get her back.” He swiftly walked away from the brothers as they stared in disbelief.

Austin looked up at Colton, “He is not okay. Where do you think he’s going?”

“It’s 9:00, he's off to do his favorite activity.”

That consisted of Jack watching you from afar when you were by yourself or with your girlfriends; curious if you missed him, if you cried over him, if you were dying to run back to him for safety, comfort, and love.

The answer was no. None of the above.

But the second he saw you with Christian, his stomach would turn and he would run away, not wanting to see the bitter and disgusting man with the love of his life. Jack is miserable, but you? Oh girl, you are thriving right now.

It seemed the longer you and Christian dated, the bigger the smile on your face would get. As Christian stated, if you wanted something, all you had to do was ask. And he has continued to keep that promise. Nowadays, all you have to do is look at him as it seems that he can read your mind. The newest Louboutin heels? He bought them in 5 different colors. You feeling stressed and want to escape? He booked a yacht. You want to ride something while on the yacht? He’s already underneath you, allowing you to take control.

He was a gentleman to you; dropping everything just to assist you, even for a second. You didn’t have to worry about doing a single thing. As long as Christian is beside you, you are sure to be treated like the Princess you are. Hell, he even changed your stance in wrestling. As you were no longer bound by Jack, you took the necessary steps to reconcile with your brother, Tyler (Hook).

As Christian filled your life with love, positivity, and care, you realized that the FTW championship wasn’t something you wanted. So after a couple of defenses, you relinquished it, crowned Tyler the official champion, and started to manage Christian full-time.

But this wasn’t a parasitic relationship where you got all the benefits. Oh no. Christian loved being around you. It just felt right having you near him, with a hand lingering around your waist. Not only did you feed every single one of his sexual and physical needs, you also met and exceeded his emotional needs. You made him feel heard and seen. You see him in a different light than everyone else. He is letting his humane side be seen more now that you are always with him. Because to you, he is more than your lover, he is your protector and motivation.

He is also a great man of taste…

“Willow, he is so sweet! Just yesterday, he drove 45 minutes to sleep beside me because I couldn’t fall asleep. And then, he brought a chef to cook my favorite breakfast!” You yelled out to your best friend while getting dressed for Dynamite.

“That’s great Y/N, I’m so happy to see you smiling again. I haven’t seen you this happy in a while.” Willow said with a grin on her face. To everyone, your relationship with Christian was no more than a typical “sugar baby” transaction. But it was nothing like that, and Willow saw that.

You stepped out in your new dress that complimented your skin tone beautifully. “I know, he truly makes me happy.” As you were about to speak again, there was a knock at the door. You squealed, running to open it and seeing a medium-sized bouquet of white roses. You thanked the man before closing the door. “He always sends me flowers every Wednesday.” You said as you put the vase down. Willow got up and examined them. “But he never gets me white; they’re either red, pink, or orange.”

“Maybe he’s full of surprises,” Willow said as she got closer to the vase. There was another knock at the door, you went to answer it as Willow started to speak again. “Y/N, there is-“ She was cut off by your sequel again. She looked back at you to see you give Christian a soft kiss.

“Hi Princess, how are you?” Christian said hugging you with one arm, the other was behind his back. He twirled you around, “You look gorgeous.”

“Thank you, baby.” You said, placing a kiss on his cheek. Christian greeted Willow while still trying to hide his arm behind his back. “What are you hiding?”

“Well, it is Wednesday and you know I give you flowers-“

You smiled as you cut him off, “Baby, I already got the flowers you sent me. They are beautiful.”

Christian’s face screwed up in confusion, “What are you talking about?” He moved his arm from behind his back to reveal a much larger bouquet of red roses. “The flowers I got you are right here, I wanted to personally deliver them myself today.”

The color drained from your face as you took your boyfriend’s flowers and looked behind you. Willow held the roses in one hand and a paper in the other, as she read the note, the color drained from her face as well. “You need to read this.” She gave you the note. It would have been a very sweet and flattering one….if it was sent from your boyfriend. 


Your laughter, a melody, a joyful song, In my embrace, is where you belong. Each moment with you, a cherished delight, You're my sunshine, my morning light. Love J

Your heart started racing as Christian ripped the note, took the flowers from Willow, and them in the trash. “He’s a piece of shit. That bastard.” He looked at you, who was in shock and disgust. He hugged you tightly, avoiding the roses he got you. “He just needs to leave you alone.”

“Yeah, I’m going to make sure of it.” You said before gently placing the red roses down on the table, taking over from where those distracting and bitter white roses once were.


“No, you will not. You let me handle it, I don’t him anywhere near you. He put you through shit before and I’m not letting that happen.” Christian said getting angrier by the minute, obviously not at you. “I’m going to get Luchasuarus to accompany you tonight. My woman will not go anywhere near him.” He said sternly.

Did you listen? No. Of course not. You left way before Luchasaurus got to your locker room door.

Your heels clicked along the halls as you were trying to find your ex-boyfriend. Anger was pounding through your blood as you carefully looked for him. You were about to turn to go down another hallway until you saw his matted hair in a bun. You stormed towards him, calling out his name. Jack turned around and immediately lit up at your figure getting closer, even though your facial expression was anything but happy.

"Y/N-"

You cut him off by sharply slapping him. "What the fuck is wrong with you?" You angrily asked him, not giving him a moment to register anything.

"Sunshine-" He sweetly started to say

"How dare you send me flowers and address me like that? We are not together. That was clear when you cheated on me with Anna"

Jack's face became angry as he spat out, "Don't talk like that. Anna means nothing to me. You love me and I love you. That backstabbing, lunatic, bastard is messing with your mind. Sunshine, just come back with me. Stop this little game of yours, you're letting him get the best of you."

"Jack, stop. I am with Christian; he treats me with love and respect. He actually cares about me and my feelings and treats me like royalty. Much better than the low-down and disgusting ways that you have shown. The only lunatic around here is you. You don't care about me."

"Don't say that!" He yelled, grabbing your arm harshly, "I love you Y/N! He's not the one! I am! Just come back with me and everything will be fine!"

You were struggling to pull your arm away from the man you once loved. Then a voice shouted down the hall, making Jack take his hand off of you. You turned around to find your boyfriend and your supposed bodyguard. Christian gently placed you behind him. "I'll talk to you later about this." He quietly said to you before turning his attention to Jack. "Listen, you have one more time to pull some shit like this-"

"Shut up! This is between me and my girlfriend-"

"MY girlfriend, MY woman, your ex. You have no reason to talk to her anymore. I'll be damned if you try to come between us or weasel your way back into her life." Christian stepped closer to Jack, looking down at him. "Leave her the fuck alone, little boy. Or the next main event for you will be your funeral."

Jack rolled his eyes as Christian grabbed your hand and kissed it before leading you and Luchasaurus down the hallway, away from your ex. You quickly looked back with bitterness and a glare as you turned the corner. But to Jack, that was a look of hope and desperation.

Desperation to get away from Christian, the man who drove you two apart. But also he could have sworn that your eyes were delivering him a message, a message of love and secrecy that was directly for him. "I'm going to save you from this Y/N. You don't have to pretend to have feelings for him much longer. I see your plan, and I understand it. It's genius. As those white roses signify, it will be a new beginning for us. And then, when it's all said and done, Christian will finally see who the real man is."

And according to Jack,

Christian had it coming…

And he only had himself to blame.

#aew #all elite wrestling #aew imagine #all elite wrestling imagines #aew hook imagine #aew hook #christian cage #aew christian cage #christian cage imagine #christian cage x reader #christian cage smut #aew jack perry #jungle boy #jungle boy jack perry #jungle boy imagine #supremequeen #aew imagines #aew smut #jungle boy x reader #jack perry x reader #jack perry imagine

[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.

#darby allin #darby allin imagine #darby allin x you #darby allin x female!reader #darby allin x y/n #darby allin x reader #female!reader #f!reader #afab!reader #aew darby allin #wrestling blog #wrestling imagines #aew fanfic #imagines open #requests open #aew imagine #aew imagines #wrestling imagine #wrestling fanfic

[im-just-a-mississippi-girl]

Painted Him Perfect

Pairing: Austin Gunn x ex-wife!reader

Category: Angst

Word count: 824

Summary: You finally decide it’s time to be honest about your marriage with Austin Gunn. About how you painted him perfect.

Warnings: None

A/N: I know it’s been 63936383629 years since I last posted a fic 🤣 but here I am! Based off Painted Him Perfect by Alexandra Kay

Masterlist

Taglist

Moodboard is not mine. Credit goes to @katries 😘

There he was, your ex-husband, laughing with his friends like everything was perfect. Perfect. If only they knew just how perfect their buddy Austin Gunn truly was.

You knew after these past several months it was time to be honest. It was time to be honest with your friends, with your family.

The honest truth is that no matter how many times you sang his praises, drove or flew hours and hours to see him, he would mention over and over how he hated the attention. You didn’t understand because you thought that was what he wanted.

Arguments were more common between you two than they should have been. Couples therapy didn’t do any good no matter how hard you tried, tears in your eyes and streaming down your cheeks. Austin never really tried to make it work, never told his truth in therapy. That was rock bottom for you, for your marriage. His true colors and true character shone bright in that therapist’s office. That’s when you knew it was over, when you knew you couldn’t keep painting him perfect, when he couldn’t even attempt to make an effort to work on the relationship. A relationship that you thought was true love but it was all just a slap in the face.

Kris Statlander and Willow Nightingale were two of your closest friends. You met them through Austin so maybe you have one good thing to come out quite possibly the worst relationship you’ve ever been in.

“Hey!” You heard Willow’s upbeat voice coming from your left.

“Hey.” You sighed. Now is the time to tell them. They’re your best friends, plus you have nothing to hide. You fought tooth and nail for your marriage to get better, to please Austin in order to keep the storm clouds away.

“I know that voice. What’s wrong?” Kris was never one to beat around the bush. She noticed you haven’t made any effort to look their way. Her eyes followed yours and she knew immediately who you were looking at. Austin Gunn and the rest of Bullet Club Gold. “You two have an argument?” Kris turned back to you, her head tilted as she studied your face.

Understatement of the century.

Willow shook her head. “I don’t think that’s it. I think maybe—”

“I need to be honest here girls.” You finally looked at your friends and you saw you had their undivided attention, so you let the floodgates fall. Maybe you should have went somewhere more private than roughly 8 feet away from the Bang Bang Gang but part of you wanted passersby to hear, his friends to hear. You just knew that if you didn’t speak your truth then another woman would fall victim to his charm and nice guy act only to be in for heartbreak and misery.

By the time you were finished, Kris’s and Willow’s jaws were on the floor. You didn’t leave anything out. You told the story of how the seemingly ‘perfect’ marriage was all because you made it out to be that way. You told them how you always excused things away as ‘that’s what love is’, but now you knew better. You recalled the big scene Austin caused on vacation at the beach in Atlantic City back in August. August 14th to be exact. Unfortunately, you’ll never forget that date because you’ve never been more embarrassed and ashamed. You even admitted to ignoring the red flags, the red flags you always said you would never let slide. Retelling these stories made you realize that you were yellow and he was green, blue was always going to be the color of your relationship.

During your storytelling, some tears must have fell because felt Willow squeeze your hand, in an effort to comfort. Kris on the other hand was connecting the dots before you’d finish a story.

“That’s what really happened to us. No amount of couples therapy could save us because he didn’t want to save us. Not even when I begged for him to, cried for him to. So the best thing I could do was to paint him perfect so no one knew a thing about just how miserable and embarrassing our relationship truly was.”

“He didn’t deserve for you to paint him perfect.” Kris was fuming. You knew if you gave her the green light she would make that boy’s life pure hell. It was tempting but you wanted something else for him instead.

All you could do was agree. “You’re right I shouldn’t have and it’s a good thing I’m not doing it anymore.”

You didn’t hate Austin Gunn, you didn’t like him, and you sure as hell didn’t love him — at least not anymore. Although, you did want him to feel the pain you felt, you wanted him to be heartbroken. Okay, so maybe you did hate him a little bit, but could anyone really blame you after you told the truth?

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#austin gunn #austin gunn imagine #austin gunn x reader #aew #all elite wrestling #aew imagine #aew imagines #aew fanfiction #aew fic #aew fanfic #Spotify

[mrsarcherofinfamy]

●Kyle O'Reilly x Reader●

Summary: You pay him a visit after his first match back while he is cutting a promo.

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*Y/N's POV*

Standing in the back watching Kyle make his debut back into the ring after 2 years, I smile slightly seeing how happy he looks to be back. I have not talked to him since he returned at Revolution. I haven't talked to him since he left to get neck fusion surgery. He broke up with me before he left because he didn't want me to worry about him. Little does he know, I worried about him every single day for the last two years. I feel a tap on my shoulder which brings me back to earth and I shake my head looking over at Roderick Strong next to me.

"Hey Roddy. What's up?"

"Y/N. We are going to go out after the show tonight. Would you like to go with us?"

I look at the TV than back at Roddy with a semi sad face. He puts his hand on my shoulder looking at me.

"I understand. Not this time. Maybe you should talk to him after his match. I know he does miss you. Just think about it."

I shake my head and he pulls me into a hug. He pulls back, pats my shoulder than walks away. I feel a few tears start falling down my cheeks as I look back up at the TV seeing Kyle get the win. I sigh thinking about what Roddy said.

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Standing behind a wall, I look around it seeing Kyle sitting on the floor talking to the camera about how he is reminded about why he fell in love with wrestling.

"I'm a really lucky guy.... that I get to do this again."

I walk around the corner and walk over to him as he sighs and looks down. I put my hand out as he looks up at me with wide eyes. He grabs my hand and stands up coming face to face with me.

"Y/N. You look gorgeous. Just like the first time I saw you. I missed you."

He puts his hands on both sides of my face and I look at him with a sad face.

"Did you really? Because I have missed you and have been worried about you for the last two years."

"I'm so sorry I broke us off. I know it was the stupidest thing I have ever done. I regret it more than you will ever know. All I could think about was you when I was recovering. I love you! You are the love of my life Y/N!"

He pulls my face into his and kisses me hard. I kiss him back and put my arms around his neck. He runs his hands down my ass than grabs my thighs lifting me up and I wrap my legs around his waist. He pulls back from the kiss and looks me in my eyes. I place my forehead against his and stare into his eyes realizing how much this man means to me and how much I am never letting him go again......

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[obl1vionblackhart]

Bejewelled

Group chat with the house pt 2!

I need a little bit of chaos so… witchy woman is back!

HOB x fem!reader

Y/N: Guyssssss…

Brody: what did you break.

Y/N: NOTHING- :(

Buddy: highly unlikely

Brody: ^^

Y/N: YOU TWO ARE SUPPOSED TO BE ON MY SIDE…

Julia: I’m on your side!

Y/N: you’re always on my side sweetheart

Buddy: def flirting

Y/N: Nahhhh imagine me flirting with my girlfriend mad 🤨

Buddy: you could flirt with me too, your boyfriend 😏

Y/N:Fuck off.

Julia: HA

Buddy: :(

Malakai: now now…

Y/N: MALAKAI

Malakai: hello Angel.

Brody: what we don’t get special nicknames? Rude.

Malakai: Julia and Y/N do, you don’t.

Buddy: that’s hurt my feelings.

Y/N: poor baby

Julia: HAHAHA

Buddy: shut up.

Y/N: make me.

Julia: 👀

Brody: 👀👀

Buddy: is that a challenge?

Y/N: maybe.

Malakai: careful.

Y/N: why’re you two ganging up on me-

Brody: I mean… a game of hide and seek? Count me in.

Y/N: OH COME ON.

Julia: … I know good hiding spots

Y/N: YES THANK YOU

Malakai: good luck with that.

Y/N: … kinda scared for my life now

Julia: yea-

Brody: you should be.

Buddy: 5 minutes. Might wanna start looking for a hiding spot.

Julia: HOW DID THIS ESCALATE

Y/N: they just want an excuse to be kinky.

Malakai: 4 minutes.

Julia: FUCK

A/n: yes… I will make a follow up post.

Tags: @igncrxntripley @ripleyswhore

#house of black #aew imagines #Julia hart x reader #brody king #Julia hart #buddy matthews #malakai black #Malakai black x reader #buddy matthews x reader #brody king x reader #the house of black x reader

[jeysmullet]

「 ✦ jeysmullet ✦ 」 MASTERLIST

Jey Uso

Bitch don’t touch my man.

We are proud of you.

Hook

Figure it out. part 2

Darius Martin

Mox’s little sister.

Nick Wayne.

You’re the girl i want.

Headcanons.

Aew Men React: To Their Girlfriend Defending Them Backstage.

How Aew Wrestlers Would React To Their Girlfriend Doing A Big Return.

How aew wrestlers would react to their girlfriend being sick and not telling them.

#aew #aew imagine #wwe #aew hook #jey uso #wwe imagine #jey uso x reader #nick wayne #nick wayne imagine #hook aew x reader #darius martin imagine #aew imagines

[allelitedweaming]

Chuck Taylor x Reader - Post Stadium Stampede

The Big One

Chuck Taylor x Reader

smut, oral sex (male receiving), 18+

Chuck's hairline still had dried blood crusted to the roots of the follicles. You were sitting across from him at the tiny table in your hotel room, watching him eat his french fries. Every molecule in your body wanted to reach out and touch him, take care of him, wet a cloth and wipe his forehead. He noticed you staring and smiled. His mouth was still full. "Will you stop worrying?" He laughed. "I'm fine. I promise."

You trusted him. That was never the issue. The issue was you watched the match. You knew what they'd all put their bodies through. It was so hard to have to watch him on the monitor, to not be able to be by his side. "You still have blood in your hair," you told him softly, trying not to betray how desperate you felt.

He laughed again. "Yeah, but it's not my blood. That's the amazing part." He popped another three or four fries in his mouth. "See, usually the other guy wins, they play his music, and he walks up the ramp all covered with my blood. This time our dumb song played and I got to walk up the ramp covered in their blood. And some of Orange's, I guess."

You put your hand to your mouth gingerly. Suddenly your heart was swelling with so much pride you could hardly stand it. These last few weeks had been such an emotional roller coaster, and by some miracle the boys had won the big one and come out on top. Seeing them walk up the ramp together at Wembley, in front of so many adoring fans, it was too much for you to bear. You'd always known he deserved it, but seeing it happen was difficult to process.

Chuck finished his fries and licked his fingertips. "What's the matter? You don't believe me?"

Before you could answer, he stood up and scooped you up into his arms. You let out a short, loud yelp. "Chuckie!!"

He started laughing and swinging you back and forth while holding you bridal style in his arms. You laughed too, and wrapped your arms around his neck to held on tightly. As his movements started to slow, he kissed the top of your head. "What can I do to prove to you I'm fine?" He asked. You could hear him breathing heavier than before. His breath smelled like salt and fried food, but it was warm and pleasant on your cheek. You loved to be so close. "Do you want to kiss it better?"

He laid you down on the hotel bed and you propped yourself up on your elbows as he stood above you at the side of the bed. "Where does it hurt?" You asked him, your voice barely breaking above a whisper. You could practically feel your heart in your throat when you saw his expression soften.

He jumped over you and crashed down onto the empty spot on the bed next to you. "My arms are sore," he admitted, wiggling to position himself on his back with his head on the pillow. It reminded you of watching him position himself on the canvas as his opponent climbed the turnbuckle. You turned on your side to face him and planted a kiss on his shoulder, his bicep, the soft spot inside his elbow. "My chest definitely hurts." You leaned over further and kissed him through his t-shirt, your lips landing on the 'A' in 'STATLANDER.'

You locked eyes with him again, his eyes weren't so soft and melting anymore. Now there was something burning behind his irises. The same thing burning in your stomach as you felt the warmth from both of your bodies mingling in the middle of your hotel bed. Holding his gaze, you reached down and started to undo the buckle of his belt. He pulled his arms out from his sides to give you space, inviting you to continue. You pulled his pants down. He helped by shimmying his hips a little and lifting his butt off the mattress. He was wearing blue boxer briefs and you could tell he was already reacting physically to your touch.

You swung one leg over his inside leg so you were straddling it with one of your knees landing between his thighs. He laced his fingers together behind his head and grinned at you. "You're so fucking beautiful." Sometimes the way he complimented you, so confident and self assured, made you feel lightheaded. You leaned down, steadying yourself with your hands on his chest, and kissed him sweetly.

"I'm so proud of you," you whispered with your lips still practically touching his.

He put one hand on the back of your head, cradling your skull and pulling you back in for another deeper kiss. He wrapped his other arm around your waist to hold you tight against his body. Your lips moved easily against each other, tongues slipping past each other, figuring out where to go next. He pulled away first, threading his fingers through your hair and tugging lightly to expose your neck to him. Slowly, he kissed the center column of your throat, dragging his teeth gently against your skin. When he heard you sigh contentedly, he bit down softly and started to suck the skin until it turned bright pink. You whimpered and melted further into him until your chests were almost flush pressed together.

As his kisses slowed, you started to kiss his forehead, the bridge of his nose, his lips, his chin, his jaw, his neck. Then you shifted your weight down on the bed to continue down his chest and his stomach. You pulled the fabric of his t-shirt up slightly to kiss the exposed skin of his stomach, just below his belly button. Then, through the fabric of his boxer briefs, you wrapped your lips around his half hard member and exhaled until he could feel the warmth of your breath. His body shuddered and you smiled up at him. He brought both his hands to your head, fingers tangling in your hair without applying any pressure.

You tugged down the waistband of the briefs until his cock was freed, then cupped his balls with one hand, massaging tenderly as you planted kisses along his happy trail, turning as you reached his bush to avoid making contact to his cock with your mouth. He groaned but you could hear a soft chuckle at the tail end of the sound. He was getting harder in front of your eyes and his cock twitched slightly as he waited for you to take him. You sat back on your heels and pulled your shirt over your head, revealing a patterned sports bra. You used the hair tie around your waist to pull your hair back into a high ponytail. Smiling down at him, you licked your lips. "I want you to relax," you told him, placing a palm flat on his chest. "You earned it."

You bent back down, leaving your arm extended with your hand on his heart. He'd showered after the match and his skin still smelled like the Dove body wash that the hotel provided but it was mingled with that Chuck smell that intoxicated you whenever you drank him in. You took him in your mouth in one smooth movement, taking him to the hilt and letting his tip hit the back of your throat.

"Jesus fuck," he grunted as his hands returned to the back of your head. He'd often ghost his palms along the back and sides of your skull while you were working, as if he was guiding an opponent to the next move. It made you smile. With your free hand, you reached around and laid it flat on one of his hands until you could feel his palm and fingers all making firm contact with your head. He followed your lead and pressed his other hand down, thrusting up very slightly into your mouth until you started to gag around him. "Fuck, fuck, fuck," he breathed. "That feels so good baby."

As he released his grip, you released your suction and pulled up slowly, sticking your tongue out and dragging it up his shaft to wet it as much as possible with the movement. You swirled the tip of your tongue around the tip of his cock, then took him in your mouth again, this time moving up and down a few times to establish a rhythm. You could still hear him sighing as he watched you. Every few bobs, you would lower your lips all the way down again, taking him into your throat and fucking yourself with his cock as your spit pooled around his base.

After a few minutes of this, when you came up for air again, he held your face in both his hands. "There's actually something I've always wanted to do," he said. He was panting slightly, his cheeks were flushed a deep red. "I think this bed has the right headboard for it. It's taller than ours at home."

"Okay," you grinned at him, wiping your lips with the back of your hand.

"Get on your back," he told you. You complied and he straddled you. "Can I fuck your face?" He asked, looking down at you. You felt a surge of heat rush through your entire body at once, like you'd been struck by lightning while you were already inside an erupting volcano. You nodded eagerly as you felt your face take on a deeper shade of red. "Okay. If it gets to be too much, just tap my belly three times." He grabbed your wrist, guiding your hand to his stomach. You tapped three times and he nodded. "Exactly. Does that work?" You nodded again, your breathing was starting to get shallow. There was that lightheaded feeling again.

He spit into his palm and spread it over his cock as he started to inch up your body until his thighs were under your armpits and his hard on was right in front of your face. Steadying himself on the headboard, he used his other hand to guide himself past your lips. He slid easily into your mouth, the spit that had been cooling in the air mingling with the warm spit on your tongue as he pushed back to hit your throat again. He stopped and looked down at you, checking to make sure you were alright. You blinked at him slowly to show you were calm and not to worry. Biting his lip in concentration, he put both hands on the headboard and started to move, fucking your mouth slowly at first but increasing his tempo as he went.

"Fuck baby that feels good," he grunted. "You're so good for me, baby." You stuck your tongue out until the tip poked past your lips, letting spit spill out past them and bubble up around the base of his cock. The wet sound of you gagging on him and his labored breathing filled the room. You could tell from the slight hitch in his hips as he moved that he was going to cum soon right before he asked, "Where do you want it baby?"

You reached back and put your hands on both his hips, holding him tightly so he knew he didn't have to stop. At the realization, he let out a shuddering sigh. His body tilted forward slightly and he thrust three more times, cumming in your mouth at the last movement. You rubbed the small of his back as he pulled out. He fell back to a seated position between your legs. He watched as you swallowed his load and wiped the sides of your lips with your thumb.

"Where the hell did they make you?"

"Born in the U. S. of A," you told him, raising your hand to your forehead for a salute.

He pounced on you, pinning your wrists on either side of your head and smiling down at you. "Do you feel better?" He asked, kissing you and nipping at your bottom lip playfully.

"You've still got blood in your hair," you told him with your brow furrowed. He burst into delighted laughter and rolled over to pull you into his arms and cover you with kisses.

#aew x reader #aew fanfiction #aew imagines #aew imagine #chuck taylor x reader

[smartycvnt]

Ramblin' Man

Pairing: Hook x Reader Prompt: "Hey, you're just like the love of my life. No big deal or anything."

Silence had always made you uncomfortable. You had grown up in a loud house, and that was always sort of the norm for you. There was definitely an appreciation for quiet time, but you couldn't sit around with absolutely no noise. Hook seemed to be the opposite. He loved the silence, and for a little while, you had been afraid that meant the two of you weren't compatible. However, there was something about the way that he looked at you whenever it was just the two of you that shoved those insecurities away. Hook didn't do anything that he didn't want to, so obviously if he was with you he wanted to be.

You learned to embrace his quiet just like he learned not to sit there in complete silence all of the time. The two of you didn't spend hours talking to each other, but he was making more of an effort to talk to you. He'd start conversations about the most random of things. At times you swore that sometimes, you could get him to ramble on a little. Those were your favorite moments with him, when he wasn't thinking about being quiet and just saying what was on his mind. That was how you found out the most about Hook, which was a hard thing to do. He was often times as closed as his mouth like to be.

"Why do you keep looking at your phone?" Hook asked you. You glanced up from your smartwatch, unaware that you had been as drawn to it as you had been. At first, you had been checking the time every few minutes to see how long he had been talking to you about getting the equipment for a home gym, but then you were looking at the notifications from the picture you'd posted together. "Am I boring you?"

"Not at all. I was just seeing what people were saying about us. Nyla's teasing me like always, Anna thinks we're adorable, and your dad wants you to answer him back please," you said with a small laugh. Hook leaned over and checked the notifications for himself. Then, he looked at his phone and sent a quick text to his father. "I think it's very cute when you ramble about things. It helps me know what you're passionate about. You're a very hard man to get to know."

"Only for some people. You're special though," Hook said. You cocked an eyebrow at him as you waited for him to go on. Hook shifted onto his stomach and crawled over to lay in between your legs.

"I don't think I'm that special," you told him. It was partially truthful, but being with Hook had helped you to see that you really were something. You couldn't be so timid with Hook, and just knowing that he liked you back had filled you with a confidence that you hadn't felt in years.

"Hey, you're just like the love of my life. No big deal or anything. Totally nothing special there," Hook said sarcastically. You smiled and pulled him down for what was supposed to be a quick kiss. Hook didn't seem satisfied with that and deepened it as much as you would let him. "I don't want to bore you or anything, so I'll shut up now."

"It's not boring, I love hearing about how much you love me. Especially when you get that cute blush. Yeah, that's the one!"

#aew x reader #aew #aew imagine #aew imagines #hook imagines #hook x reader #hook imagine #hook

[visionarystoryteller]

Reunited|| Chris Jericho

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X/reader - You

Chris Jericho - Chris Irvine

CW: vulgarity, mentions of genitalia

Side note: so it’s loosely but not loosely based off a dream I had with Jericho. Some parts are fuzzy in my head but the concept of it all is what happened.

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It was a convention of sorts. Wrestlers and boxers and fitness people all involved. Showing talents and outing on shows and demonstrations. You were a personal trainer who had worked with Stephanie McMahon for the last 7 or so years, helping keep her in shape while running a company and having a family. You had been within the WWE a handful or so of times over the last 7 years, talking to different talents that maybe needed something more to their workout. That was how you met Chris Jericho, before his departure. You two had become close and it showed, he showered you with affection any chance he got.

Now here we were, it’s been at least a year since you seen Jericho. You didn’t think much of him being here but when you where in the little room that was held to put your personal belongings, Jillian Micheals, approached you.

“You’re Y/n Y/l/n, I’ve heard so much about you” Jillian had out a hand out to you and you gladly shook it. A girl who was in the room looked at the two of you.

“And youre…” you had blanked on her name. Once she started saying her name it popped onto your younger and you finished her name for her.

“It’s an honor” you had smiled.

“I loved your work within the WWE” you had told her. She smiles and thanked you. You two had talked for a moment, talking about some of the wrestlers that had showed from every type of promotion when a thought popped into your head.

“Wait did you see Jericho by chance?” You had asked. She smiled at you and nodded.

“Yea he was in the merchandising area last I saw” before she could finish, you had booked it out of the room. You flew down the halls looking for Jericho and when you found him and had a huge smile on your face. Jericho was talking to other people when he saw you barreling through but he pretended he didn’t see you. He liked to tease you that way. So there you two were basically playing who could get close when you knocked down a rack of clothes in the set up little shop the convention had. You almost ran away when Chris spoke.

“I know your not gonna leave that there” he chuckles. You turned around embarrassed but shook your head.

“Well no but it got your attention.” You said. You both picked up the rack and when it was upright Jericho looked you over. You have a single second before you jumped into his arms, legs wrapping around his waist.

“Hi” you murmured into his neck, smelling his intoxicating cologne. Jericho pushed your head back from his neck and smiled down at you before he put his lips on yours. The kiss sent you into a tizzy of warmth and when he pulled back that’s when you could hear the others around you. He had walked you outside, gripping your ass as he went, giving small kisses on your face. He slowly put you down and kissed your lips once again before you were called over to help the group of girls that where going to be training outside. He gave you a smirk and smacked your ass, sending you in your way.

When you got outside you heard the girls talking and making snide remarks.

“Probably how she got anywhere, sucking Jericho off” one had whispered.

“I heard they have each others names tattooed on each others assholes” (side note: yes this was said in my dream and it fucked me up so bad) that’s when you saw red. You grabbed the girl by her hair and smashed her face into the steel of the bleachers.

“You wanna keep talking?” You asked harshly. Other girls taunted you saying you couldn’t fight and that you only got where you where because of sucking Jerichos face. By this time Chris had walked out with a few of his buddies and saw you seeing red.

“I can and I will fuck you up. You don’t talk about him or me” and you bashed her face again. You looked at the other girls ready to lunge as some of them still thought it was funny. Chris had rushed over and grabbed you by your waist lifting you up and pulling you away.

“Easy tiger” he spoke softly.

“No, I’m sick of them running their mouths because I look small. I’m fucking trainer for fucks safe doesn’t mean I can’t fight”

“I know love, I know, but she’s already got her head busted open, all done” you huffed and pet yourself relax in his arms, still fuming. His hands slipped up to your cheeks pulling you to look at him.

“What did she even say that made you switch so quick to fight mode”

“Saying I got here cause I suck you off and that we have each others names tattooed on each others assholes” the last part really sent him into a fit of chuckles, burying his face in your neck.

“Nope it’s on your right asscheek” he whispers and squeezes your ass. You smacked his arm whining.

“Chris shut up” you whined. He smiled down at you.

“God it’s so good to see you again” he spoke after a few minutes of silence and him holding you.

“Yea it is.” You spoke softly. You had missed him. You two had thought about a relationship over the course of the years but never really labeled it. You two definitely fucked with each other, and yes you had his name tattooed on your right ass cheek, a drunken dare that led to him pounding you into the hotel bed not even 2 hours after.

“I can’t go another year not seeing you” you muttered quietly. He lifted your face up to look at him. His age starting to peek through his handsome face. You’d had to be blind to see he was 30 years your senior, but he was still as spry as his 20’s, making you perfect to keep him feeling alive.

“I know baby. I can’t either.” He spoke quietly. You nodded at him.

“You’re mine, even your ass says so”

“And your mine” you spoke back.

“I mean it. No more games I need you by my side” he said kissing your forehead holding you close. You smiled and hugged him with all your might.

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