#edge imagine

[sulfurz]

ೃ༄ VERY CONVINCING (edge x fem!reader)

ೃ༄ PAIRING: edge x fem!reader

ೃ༄ REQUESTED BY: @slutforoscarisaac

could you possibly write a one shot with heel!fem! reader and judgment day edge? edge wants reader to join judgement day but she refuses (cause she’s an independent badass) on live tv which pisses edge off. so after their segment edge follows reader to her locker room to convince her to join. if you could please add your little sprinkle of nsfw that would be amazing!

ೃ༄ WARNINGS: sprinkle of nsfw n slight aggression

ೃ༄ WORD COUNT: 2.6k

ೃ༄ NOTE: i have not proofread this so excuse how messy it is. it’s messy in general tbh i’m sO SORRY but my god i am very attracted to this man (i’m actually gay and ace but that’s just his power)

standing in ring, mic in hand as you listened to the boos of the crowd shouldnt been have exhilarating as it was. but as you surveyed the arena, one hip jutted out to the side to see the majority of those around you jeering and giving you disapproving gestures, you couldn’t help the smile that crept onto your face. it probably seemed menacing to the crowd, a sadistic show that you felt no guilt for the betrayals you had done, but truthfully? you could get used to being so hated. most great wwe legends had this period in their career, and seeing your name up on this lists made it all worth it.

backstage, you had your friend and the crowds you stuck around. in the ring? the only allegiance you pledged was to yourself, and the audience were well aware by now that this loyalty to your own cause ran deep enough to turn on those who appeared to be your allies. you had a goal — the belt — and you didn’t care what you’d have to do to get to it.

“missed me?” you asked the wwe universe, satisfied with the heckles you received in response. your break had only been short, simply recovering from a surface wound doctors had advised needed time to heal over, but you had wasted no time in ambushing one of your fellow superstars backstage on your return, and the fans were shown once again you were back and undeterred from your backstabbing saga.

taking a few steps forward, your leant against the ropes that surveyed the right side of the arena.

“it seems in just a month you’ve all forgotten who runs this show huh? hope my little display reminded you all.” you growled out, voice as sultry as you could manage. you were a villain they loved to hate, after all. “i’m getting pretty fed up of you all doubting me. how many times do i have to prove i’m the best before you start to believe me?”

your taunts were welcomed with angry calls, coupled with the occasional fan who cheered as they stuck by your side. those that loved the underdog always made themselves known.

you were just about to launch into the purpose of your promo when the arena went dark again, and the first sign of trouble was when the animated wings spread ferociously across the screen at the back of the stage. really, with the track you were on, you should have expected this sooner.

still, nothing could have quite prepared you seeing the newly drafted judgement day appear at the opposite end of the arena to you, damian and rhea flanking their leaders side as edge honed his attention directly on you.

he looked so eerie in the dark, an unsettling feeling settling momentarily in your stomach as you dragged your eyes over the kingpin of the stable. he only smirked back menacingly as they made their way towards you.

as expected, playing their role as perfect lackeys, rhea and damian took their places either side of the ring, ready to jump incase you made a break for it — but not edge. oh no, he climbed into the ring gracefully, not stopping until he was a mere foot away from where you had returned to stand front and centre of the stage. from here, he towered over you, something you were sure on camera looked more intimidating than most things wwe had seen.

lifting a mic to his lips, judgement days leader began his proposition, not breaking eye contact once. “you’ve made your statement y/n. you’ve got what you wanted — an opportunity.”

after an intense stare down, edge stepped away from you, and suddenly you could breathe again as he paraded the ring in a circle around where you stood.

“you have a lot of things to offer: the heart, the mindset, the strength — but what you haven’t got? a lot of allies.” you daren’t turn your head fully to look at him, feeling how the intimidating (yet, gorgeous) man stopped behind you. all you were willing to give was a weak glance to your side to see rhea grinning in the darkness. “you could be so powerful if placed with the right people. you have everything it takes, but way too many enemies to take them all down at once.”

edge circled back around, acting like a vulture as it waited for its prey’s final breath. they were determined to wear you down, but you steeled yourself as you let the man continue.

“you have no aid, and when those you’ve betrayed turn on you — well.” edge chuckled to himself, sinister and gravelly in a way that went straight through you. “i’d hate to have a front row seat to your downfall when you could have had so much more.”

poking your tongue into the side of your cheek, you stretched out your neck as you inserted yourself back in the conversation. “your side getting cold, mister? need another body to warm your titleless stampede?” you sneered, finding satisfaction in the glare edge sent you in response. “if you think i’d join your faction just because i’m alone then you don’t know me at all.”

edge clenched his jaw, taking a step towards you as another chant was ignited amongst the crowd. “i know you’re a smart woman, y/n. i think you know we could be the leg up you need to finally take what’s yours. and i must say you’d be better to have us as allies than enemies.”

you pretended to mull it over, but your decision had already been made from the moment you saw them appear. you had gone it alone thus far, and if anything, it was now a matter of proving to yourself, and everyone who doubted you that you could do it.

“do you know what i think when i hear you talk, edge?” this time, it was you who took a step forward, crowding edge where he stood. you had to look up to speak directly to him, but your presence was large enough to veto the difference. “i hear a man who is scared. you all know perfectly well what i’m capable of. none of you could come out to face me one on one, so you just had to band together to prove a point.”

you clicked your tongue before continuing.

“that’s the difference between you and me. i’ve been doing this alone. my enemies don’t try to get to me because they know it’s a losing battle. and i’ll promise you something else,” you placed a hand against his chest for effect, sliding it steadily down until it rested on his sternum “when i win this, alone, without your pathetic help, you’ll be the first person i mention in my thank you speech.”

with that, you dropped your mic to the ground, giving an exaggerated curtsy that had long become your signature, before you clambered out of the ring and made your way down the catwalk to the familiar sound of your music. even those who hated you couldn’t help but cheer after the display, and you weren’t about to stick around to see how judgement day picked up the pieces of your rejection.

there was a certain level of pride in your actions, knowing you had stuck to your own guns. you had barely even faltered when cornered by the hall of famer, and you could use that as a testament to your determination. the congratulations you received from various superstars and company men as you headed backstage (even paul heyman stopped to praise you?!) certainly told the promo had been an overall success despite the interrupt.

there would be a lot to sort at a later date, surely some damage control that your manager would be responsible for, but for now you deserved a shower, and maybe some takeout.

the locker room welcomed you with a familiar squeak of the door, finding the room which you shared with just two others empty due to their lack of scheduling at the company tonight. these were you favourite shows, when you could stretch and take as much time as you needed, no fear of others bursting inside whilst you were kid costume change.

or at least, you thought.

it was just as you were brushing through your hair with your hands, a button down shirt hanging open on your frame over the underwear that the door opened with a clatter. you moved to cover yourself, and scream at whoever was entering unannounced, but then you turned to see the figure standing in the doorway.

edge stared you down, eyes only leaving yours when he took the opportunity to take in the sight of your half dressed body. you buttoned up the mid section of your shirt on instinct, stepping back to your back as the judgement days leader closed the door behind him.

“my answer is still no.” you muttered, trying your best to ignore how he locked the door behind him.

“i know.” he hummed, playing with the bottom of his suit jacket. you had to turn back to your things to avoid his cold gaze “you made that pretty clear with your attempt to embarrass me.”

“nothing personal, sweetheart.” you taunted, surely adding insult to injury.

edge gave a faint growl, suddenly crowding behind you a lot like how he had in the ring. you felt a tug to the hem of your shirt, slapping his hand away before you were even fully turned to face him. he was closer to you now, having chest nearly colliding with your own when you whipped around to shoot him a glare. but all your possible retorts died in your throat when you saw how he was staring at you.

like he wanted to eat you alive.

“oh trust me, sweetheart, i know. to turn down such an opportunity on a personal grudge? now you’d have to be more stupid than i first thought.” one of his hands reached up to tuck a stray strand of hair behind your ear, but it wasn’t sweet in the way most would take that action, it was a fight for ownership.

you stepped back in an attempt to put some space between you and the man, but were met by the bench against the back of your knees, almost causing you to tumble. just before you could slam down against the seat and the hard wood of the locker spaces, an arm was around your waist, steadying you but leaving very little room to breathe.

“get off me.” you whispered, no real heat to your own request.

he knew that too, lips curling in a smirk as he realised he had you right where he wanted you. “you don’t want that, do you, y/n?”

steeling yourself, you choked out an unconvincing “i do”, and just to prove a point, edge released his grip just enough to allow you to slip.

you weren’t proud of how quickly you reacted, grabbing at the collar of the black suit to keep yourself upright and igniting a low chuckle from the man in front of you.

once you had steadied yourself, he was the one to move to release your hands from his collar. you thought he might move back after having made his point, but he didn’t make any attempt to even release his hold on you, instead, taking a step forward until your back was curved as it pushed against the hard wooden beam behind you. the only things holding you up now were the angle and the way you levelled your legs against his.

he used the position to his advantage, sliding his knee in between your thighs, knowing you couldn’t push him away for fear of falling. one of his hands came around your body, not quite touching in a way that would provide pressure, but dancing along your bare thigh enough to pull goosebumps from your skin.

“your little stunt has caused quite the rift amongst us.” he growled, low and rough as his eyes raked your upper body. the top of your shirt had slipped open enough now that you were sure he had the perfect line of view of your chest. “i think you owe me an apology. what do you say?”

his free hand, the one that wasn’t teasing your thigh, journeyed back up your body, coming around rest on the back of your waist. you couldn’t help but arch on instinct, head lifted enough that the space between your faces was almost minimal. he leant forward, breath ghosting over your lips as you mustered as much power as possible to whisper a half hearted “fuck you.”

edge chuckled again in response, hand on your waist giving a firm squeeze before his lips were on your neck. your brain was screaming to move away, but the pleasant sensation that rushed through your body told you otherwise. “you’d like that wouldn’t you.” he mumbled against your skin, trailing a line of kisses down the side of your neck and across your clavicle. you couldn’t help the gasp that slipped out as he attached his lips to the bottom of your throat, nipping at the skin there “tell me to stop, babygirl, and i will.”

there was your out, all you needed was to say the word and, despite his harsh acting exterior, the gentleman inside would stop. but you both knew you couldn’t, not with how his hand massaged at your waist, and his lips sucked what would surely be a bruise come the morning into your sensitive neck.

“edge,” you whispered out, hands coming around his neck to tug him closer. he obliged, hand around your waist pulling you up and flush against his body. the movement caused just enough pressure of his knee against your crotch, and the involuntary groan that left your mouth was welcomed by him smashing his lips against yours.

he kissed you ferociously, not wasting any time before sliding his tongue into the mix. then, your feet were off the floor and legs wrapping tightly around his waist as he pushed your back against the locker spaces once more, his waist pressed firmly against yours so that you could feel just how affected he was. you were sure you weren’t much better, feeling the way your body reacted on instinct to the man’s touch.

he supported you enough with his thigh to release one hand from under you to practically undo the two buttons holding your shirt together with an expert flick. the air conditioning hit your body once more, and for someone who wrestled in underwear, you had never felt more exposed than now.

“still not joining.” you mustered up enough courage to whisper the rejection again, gasping loudly when edge used your distraction to cleverly unhook your bra. it didn’t slip off due to the issue of your shirt still being over your arms, but he seemed pleased with himself as he kissed down your chest.

the hand that had worked the magic on your top trailer down your centre, teasing finger pressing until he reached the hem of your underwear. he attached his lips momentarily to your left breast, before his hand found its goal and he cupped your heat through your underwear, a snarky “even now?” breathed into your skin.

you couldn’t help the moan that tore out of you once again as edge slipped your underwear to one side, but this time all that followed was a chuckle of your own as you used your hands to direct his head upwards. just before you collided your lips together once more, you punctuated your laugh with a sly “actually, you’re very convincing.”

#✍🏻 requests : slutforoscarisaac #wwe x reader #wwe imagines #wwe edge #edge x reader #edge imagines #edge imagine #edge scenario #wwe edge x reader #adam copeland #mentions of : #rhea ripley #damian priest

[moondust-imagines]

Friend with Benefits (Edge (Adam) x Reader)

Warnings: SMUT, age gap

Word count: 1.8K (lmao)

At first, your arrangement with Adam had been perfect. It gave you both the release you needed, without the commitment of a relationship. There were no hard feelings if you didn’t talk for a few weeks, he could just fall back into your bed, no questions asked. That’s not to say you never imagined what life would be like with him being a permanent feature but you knew it was all just a fantasy. Maybe you should call off this whole thing and look for someone to settle down with. Just not tonight.

You had just checked into the hotel for the night when your phone buzzed with a message from him

Adam: Congrats on the title match, you at hotel?

Adam was not a man who enjoyed texting, his messages were always short. Of course, news of your title shot had spread quickly, it wasn’t even officially announced yet. But Adam had a way of knowing everything that was going on.

You: Thank you! I’m in room 216, see you in 10?

Adam knew this relationship-that’s-not-a-relationship with you was dangerous. He did genuinely enjoy your company, it didn’t hurt that you were drop-dead gorgeous. Maybe he just couldn’t break habits from his younger days but god, he was so happy in your bed. He always made an effort to not be the one to invite you over, he liked to leave that to you. It made him feel less like a gross old man preying on younger talent. You assured him over and over that you knew that wasn’t the case, it didn’t make him feel any better.

The walk to your room was short but he still had to be careful. God forbid he runs into someone else from work and has to explain his way out of it. Luckily, he arrived at your door without any issues and knocked gently. When you pulled the door open, he could hardly believe his luck. There you stood, in just his old shirt you had borrowed a few weeks ago, hair still damp from the shower. You quickly pulled him in before someone noticed what was going on.

“That looks good on you, sweetheart” He grinned at you once the door was shut again. A light blush graced your cheeks as you looked down at your clothes.

“Thanks, I think it looked better on you though” You replied, sitting yourself gently on the edge of the bed.

He didn’t need too much invitation, seeing you in his clothes had awoken some possessive part of his soul. His shirt was discarded onto the floor and he pushed you back onto the bed, his lips capturing yours passionately. Your fingers tangled themselves into his hair and his own busied themselves getting your panties out of the way. He ended up ripping them rather than struggling them down your legs.

“Adam!” You protested

“They weren’t your colour anyway”

Before you could respond, he worked two fingers inside you, causing you to gasp. His thumb instantly found your clit as he curled his fingers to find your spot. He had you whimpering already and you pulled his mouth to yours again. He knew when you started to get close and stopped. He prided himself on being able to get you right to the edge of the cliff but pull you back. You made quick work of pulling off his jeans and straddling his hips. You weren’t usually a fan of being on top but it gave you at least a little control over him. He let out a low groan as you lowered yourself onto his length.

“Fuck baby, you look so damn pretty sitting on my dick”

Adam had always been a good talker, be it in the ring or the bedroom. He knew you loved it when he would shower you with compliments during sex. So he kept going as you started bouncing on him, his thumb once again circling your clit. You could feel yourself getting closer and closer, your movements getting sloppier. He knew it too.

“That’s my girl, come for me, baby”

That almost short-circuited your brain. Not once, in the entire time you had known him, had to ever referred to you as his. Regardless, you fell apart on him a few moments later. Your body was convulsing as you collapsed onto his chest. He wasted no time in switching positions so he could plough into your pliant form. He was muttering even more praise into your ear, you were too far gone to pay attention. He finished not too long after and collapsed onto the bed next to you.

As you came down from your high, his words kept swirling in your mind. His girl. Sure, you had thought about it. Maybe you had wished for him to say something like that. But now you were terrified, what if they were just said in the heat of the moment? That felt somehow worse. You decided to quickly jump up and run to the bathroom under the guise of cleaning up.

The second the bathroom door shut, Adam slapped his hands onto his face. Why the fuck did he say that?! He knew the rules of this..thing and that definitely broke them. You were going to run for the hills and he was never going to see you again. He had to get out of here, no wonder you had ran to the bathroom so quickly, you were probably wishing he was gone already. He quickly pulled his clothes back on before knocking on the door.

“I gotta bail sweetheart, I’ve got a dinner with Vince. See you around”

Once you heard the click of the hotel door shutting, you emerged from the bathroom. Sure, he didn’t usually hand around to talk much after. Hell, what would you even say to him after that? You threw yourself onto the bed and grabbed a pillow to scream into. Maybe he knew about your growing feelings for him and he was just teasing you. Yeah, that had to be it. How embarrassing is that!

After that encounter, you decided to steer clear of Adam for a while. It wasn’t too difficult, you had both agreed a while ago that hanging out too much at work would raise too much suspicion. So you just stopped texting him. It felt strange to have him missing from your life, no congratulatory message after a win, no stupid jokes about the show after it was off the air. You threw yourself into training for your big match and tried not to think about how badly you missed him.

Adam was convinced you hated him. You hadn’t even looked in his direction for weeks, he knew he screwed up but god, not having you around hurt a lot more than he thought it would. He saw you training harder than ever, he usually wouldn't bat an eyelid at that, but he found himself worrying about you. Were you eating enough? Did you need someone to go over the match with? That was the one eating at him, he had always loved how keen you were to listen to his suggestions or give your own. You had spent hours together pitching each other matches. It was while he was bouncing ideas around with Rhea that it hit him, the realisation that he’d much rather be doing this with you.

Adam: Hey, been a while. Wanna get some room service or something?

You had been staring at that text for what felt like an age. Sure, you could use a booty call to let off some steam. But he never invited you over. An uneasy feeling settled into your stomach as you sent a quick reply. You looked at yourself in the mirror, you didn’t want to look like hell if he was inviting you over to tell you he was done with you. You dragged your feet a little as you made your way over to his room and took a deep breath before knocking on his hotel room door. He opened it almost instantly as if he had been waiting just behind it.

“Hey,” He said as he laid eyes on you. He felt like the air had been punched out of him. The first thing he noticed was how tired you looked like you had been battling a war for days. But all he could think about was how beautiful you were.

“You going to let me in?” You chuckled falsely. He nodded and stepped aside. His hotel rooms were always much more lavish than yours, you would be lucky to get a bed more than five feet away from the couch. You perched yourself on the armchair, leaving the couch to Adam.

“So, how have you been?” He asked after a few moments of awkward silence. His hands were clammy and he wasn’t quite sure where to look. You could feel the nervous energy radiating from him.

“What do you want, Adam?” You demanded. You didn’t want to be short with him but you couldn't bare a long drawn-out letdown. You’d rather rip the band-aid off.

“What? Sweetheart, I don’t want anything I’m just worr-”

“Look, if you're done with me just say it” You spat, tears already welling in your eyes. This shouldn't hurt as much as it is. You shouldn’t care as much as you do.

“Done with you? I thought you were done with me, you haven’t texted me in weeks!” He exclaimed. This is not how he wanted this to go, seeing the tears in your eyes made his heart sink to the pit of his stomach. You stared at the ceiling, willing your tears to go away. Then he was on his knees in front of you, taking your hands in his.

“Sweetheart, I’ve missed you so much. Things just aren’t as fun when I don’t get to share them with you. I know this is supposed to be a casual thing and I won’t blame you if you want to walk away. But you need to know that I’ve got these feelings for you”

Your heart was about to beat out of your chest as you stared at him. You searched his eyes for any sign of deceit, that this was all one cruel joke. All you found was love and hopefulness. Your tears were flowing for a different reason now.

“You really mean it?” You asked shakily

“Of course I do” He replied softly

You pulled him towards you and kissed him passionately. You practically fell to the floor with him as he put you into his lap. His hand cradled your face gently as you deepened the kiss. You could taste the salt of your tears between your lips as he finally broke away for air. His thumb moved to wipe away the moisture from your eye.

“No more tears over me, OK baby?”

#wwe imagine #wwe edge x reader #wwe edge imagine #edge x reader #edge imagine #smut #Adam copeland x reader #Adam copeland imagine

[igncrxntripley]

Demon balor x reader

Balor make a suprise appearance to Edge's oldest daughter reader. And makes her an offer. If she turns on her father at hell in a cell then she can be raw women's champion... hard deal to pass up?

deal with a demon

a/n: THIS IS WHAT I'M TALKING ABOUT!!! i knew this needed to be posted in honor or mania weekend so pls enjoy...does this deserve a pt. 2? 🫢

tags: SFW, fem!reader, the demon king himself, reader is also edge's daughter, minor violence/description of matches

When you were a kid, all you wanted to be when you grew up was just like your dad. He was Edge - one of the coolest and most popular wrestlers in the world - and he had brought you up in the industry. Why wouldn't you want to be like him He trained you and did everything he could to get you to the main roster with him, but now that you were there, you spent your days in his shadow.

What was one your dream, was now nothing more than a nightmare.

You'd done everything you could to support him; being at ringside at his matches, helping him cheat, anything for him. And what did he do in return? Nothing. His excuse? 'I worked for everything I have, so you can do the same.' As if you hadn't been working hard.

Sometimes all you needed was some distance from your dad, because him being there only stressed you out more before a match. There was enough pressure on you being the daughter of a Hall of Famer. Tonight was no different, as you sat down on a crate backstage away from everyone else taping your wrists.

A shiver ran down your spine when the already dark lights around you got darker, a hint of red shining around you as well. You looked around to see what was going on but couldn't quite put your finger on it...until he appeared.

"What's a pretty thing like you doin' here all alone?" Balor asked you, coming closer to where you sat with his hands in the pockets of his leather jacket.

You backed away from him just a little bit while watching him. With his upcoming match against your dad, you wanted nothing to do with Balor at the moment. "None of your business." You answered him. "Shouldn't you be somewhere making everyone miserable?"

Balor chuckled, his smile glowing in the red light around him. Fuck, he wasn't even in full demon attire, yet his demeanor had it written all over him. It made your blood run still in your body. "Actually, I've been looking for you." He said. "Because I have a proposition that you won't be able to turn down."

"I highly doubt that." You mumbled, looking down at your wrists again. "But make it quick. I have places to be."

He nodded and continued to watch you carefully. "And where would those places be? Do they include your father?" Balor asked. "Even though you and I both know he's not nearly s invested in your career s he should be?"

His words, while they resonated with you, made you furious. You looked up at him and shook your head. "You don't know a thing about him."

"Oh, but I do." Balor smiled. "I know that he sees you as baggage. I know that he doesn't give a damn about your career. He got you here, and now he could care less." His voice was oddly sympathetic; did he feel bad for you? Did he mean anything he was saying? Your eyes watered at his words and you shook your head at him.

"He cares about me." You mumbled. "I never said he didn't care about you, Y/N." Balor said. "Of course he loves and cares about you. But your career doesn't take priority for him like it should, and I feel awful watching you suffer in his shadow every week." His stepped closer so he was right in front of you. "I can help you." He said softly, a finger coming up to brush a stray tear from your cheek. "I just need you to help me at Hell in a Cell this weekend, and I could give you everything you want and more." Balor smiled down at you. "And i know for you, it means the championship."

While you knew the right thing to do was run, you stayed and listened to everything he said. Balor was awful, and you knew your dad needed you this weekend. But Edge didn't care about what you wanted anymore...did Balor?

--- ---

The night was finally here; your dad, The Rated-R Superstar, meeting the Demon Finn Balor inside Hell in a Cell. A match that was keeping the audience on their feet the entire time watching the two men tear one another apart. Everything they could use as a weapon, they did; tables, chairs, kendo sticks, chains, anything and everything. You stayed backstage and watched on a monitor, but you had a plan that was going to be enacted any moment now.

You waited until the end of the match when your dad was getting his last wind. Your music hit, and you ran down the ring with a kendo stick in your hand. Everyone cheered as they thought you were coming to help your dad, and that's what it sure seemed like.

Your dad smiled at you through the cell. "That's my girl!" Edge yelled as he watched you make your way to the ring. He slid out of the ring and went to the cell where you began to push the kendo stick through for him to finish the match. The entire time, you were smiling at him; this BS between him and Finn was finally going to end, and you were going to help!

But right as your dad reached for the kendo stick, you pulled it out of his grasp. The smile on your face fell into a frown, and you shook your head at him as he watched you in disbelief. "No, baby. No no no...give it back." Edge said, making a 'give it' motion with his hand. But once again, you shook your head at him. "Not a chance in hell, Dad." You said.

Balor was watching him the ring with a smile on his face. He knew exactly what he'd done, and you knew exactly what you were going to get out of this deal. "Y/N, give it to me now!" Your dad yelled again, and the only thing you could do in response was to slowly back up from the ring.

You watched as your dad gave up and went back into the ring, but was met with another attack from the Demon himself. It didn't take long before Balor pinned your dad with a three count, and when he was done he looked up at you with a smile.

Balor stood up on the ropes as you watched one another. "I keep my promises, princess." He said to you. And even over the roar of the crowd, you heard every word the Demon said to you. You loved your dad, but doing this was worth the pain evident on his face and body at what you'd done.

#wwe x reader #wwe imagine #finn balor x reader #finn balor #finn balor imagine #wwe edge #edge x reader #edge imagine

[officialchristiancagebbgirlblog]

Can I have prompts 15, 34, and 69 with early 2000's Edge plss where she is scared to be in love with them because of trust issues but sweet smut unfolds as they let the feelings out between them?

15: “I’m so scared…of you”

34: “shh it’s okay, I’m here now”

69: having your first time in bed with each other

Tag: @judgementdaysunshine

Word count: 2058

Warnings: mild swearing

Fic type: fluff and smut

Link to masterlist

Reader will be a wrestler, 2001. Will use Adam’s name. Feels silly saying Edge in this context. Christian will just be called Christian as using his real name doesn’t feel right for fics!

Being at large events was always difficult for you. Even if you did know most of the people there. You were still relatively new, only having been there for about three years about the same time as your friends, Adam and Christian. The three of you didn’t go in together. You had met them on your first day actually and hit it off with them immediately. They always had your back both within matches, and backstage. Being quiet made you an easy target for certain wrestlers to pick on you; they’d pull pranks (sometimes cruel ones) on you, be rough with you in the ring. It wasn’t the best time to be a wrestler but you weren’t about to quit. Plus, the two boys would back you up and protect you as much as possible, alongside two other friends, Jeff and Matt Hardy.

The event in question was an after party, following a successful episode of Smackdown. You hung around Adam and Christian who were talking with Kurt Angle and a few others, sticking closely to Adam’s side, while they chatted with other wrestlers. It wasn’t something you admitted to anyone just yet, but you had found yourself with feelings for Adam. There was something about how protective he was over you that just made your heart swoon and your body feel so…safe? Was that the feeling? It was hard to come to terms with how you felt. So many times had you been let down or betrayed by your previous partner that you didn’t know if you could go through with another relationship again. He had broken you in more ways than you’d let on to anyone. The idea of dedicating yourself to someone or letting someone into your heart terrified you.

“We should probably get going!” Adam nudged you, hoping you’d agree. He was enjoying the socialisation but in reality, he felt more comfortable in the idea of heading back to the hotel room you two shared. Saving as much money as possible was at the top of both of your lists so you had agreed to share with him. Tonight would be your first night alone with him, and a big part of you was scared. You nodded, agreeing that it was time.

“I’m going to stay a bit longer,” Christian said, giving you both a quick hug, “but I’ll see you guys later on!”

Exchanging goodbyes with the group, you both headed out to the car park to get a taxi back. Adam left the keys with Christian so he could drive back.

“I think…I might just shower and then sleep when we get back.” You told Adam in the car, sitting a seat away from him in the back, leaving the middle seat free.

“Oh. I was thinking we could watch a film but…yeah sure, if you’re tired, do what you like!” He replied, smiling weakly.

It was a strange response, you had thought. A part of you thought that maybe he was hoping for something more but you didn’t want to jump to conclusions. The rest of the ride was quiet, relaxed. Watching him from the corner of your eye, you made a mental note of the outline of his face from the side. There was no denying that he was gorgeous. With the way his long hair framed his face, the little point at the end of his nose. And his body! His arms were strong yet soft to the touch, very welcoming. Perhaps that’s why she always felt so safe? It definitely was his kindness that helped too. You didn’t realise that you had turned your head to get a better look at him, staring with a sparkle in your eyes. He turned to look at you with a smile and pink cheeks, winking slightly. You quickly looked away in embarrassment of being caught staring, hearing him chuckle at your reaction.

After arriving at the hotel, you both made your way up to the room and you rushed in the bathroom to get to the shower to wash away the naughty thoughts that began to cloud your mind. You got undressed with haste and stood under the warm running water, trying to clear your mind. It was getting harder to hide your feelings and anxiety built up in your chest over that fact. You were terrified of a repeat of last time. Deep down you knew he was different but still. What if he secretly was a terrible man? What if he was secretly just as horrible but was fantastic at hiding it? The thought was too horrible to imagine so you tried to ignore it, washing your body and your hair, imagining you were scrubbing that idea away.

Not spending long in there, you dried off and climbed into clothes that you had left folded in there before you left, ready for your evening shower. You looked into the mirror and took a deep breath, calming yourself so Adam wouldn’t ask any questions. You left the bathroom and made your way over to the desk where your hairdryer was ready for you. Except it wasn’t just that there waiting. Adam stood, holding your brush and motioning for you to sit down.

“I know you’re tired but I can…do this for you if you like?” He smiled sheepishly.

Returning the smile, you sat down in front of him. As he began you felt your cheeks and your body become warm with appreciation, the naughty thoughts coming back. He was so concentrated on making sure your hair was fully dry and brushed that he didn’t even notice you staring this time. After about 15 to 20 minutes, he shut the dryer off, just pulling the brush gently through your smooth and shiny hair.

“Can I ask you a question?” He asked, finally looking up at the mirror to make eye contact with you. Adam noticed the nervous look that suddenly crossed your face, and he took a second to squeeze your shoulder to assure you that it was okay. Swallowing hard, you nodded.

“Um…are we just…friends? Or is there something else that you want to try?” He asked, his voice quiet and soft. You felt your throat run dry as the words settled in your brain. He decided to continue on with something that probably shouldn’t have shocked you all that much but it still did regardless.

“Because I don’t know about you but…I definitely have. Feelings. For you.”

You didn’t know what to say. Well, you did, but you were scared of saying it. Your silence scared Adam as he stood there still looking at you, waiting for you to just say something. Anything.

It felt like an eternity before you opened your mouth to speak to him.

“Adam…I’m not going to lie to you because I appreciate you and…what you do for me.” You started with a deep breath. It wasn’t fair to lie to him on how you felt nor was it fair to not tell him why you were afraid of it.

“I’m so scared…of you-“

“Of me? Why?” He interrupted, the shock breaking his heart in two.

“Let me finish, please.” You begged.

He became silent, placing both hands on your shoulders, letting he brush fall to the floor with a dull thud.

“It’s not…really you. It’s the idea of you, and liking you. I want to let you in but I’m scared of what will happen if I do. The last person I let into my heart treated me terribly. I know you’re not that guy but I don’t know if I can let myself trust someone again. I am so terrified that…it will happen again.”

You felt the tears well up in your eyes, sliding down your cheeks rapidly. Just admitting why you were afraid of love somehow felt worse than keeping it secret. It was the shame of talking about it out loud, and now crying about it. Let alone someone who had just admitted they had feelings for you!

You felt his arms wrap around your shoulders and his cheek rest on the crown of your head, Adam gently whispering ‘shhh’.

“I’m sorry,” you choked out, “I-I know I’m a mess right now and this isn’t what you want to see and I’m sorry I-“

“Shh it’s okay, I’m here now.” He muttered, rocking you side to side.

“I don’t know exactly what happened before in your last relationship,” he gently pulled on your arm to turn you around on the chair to face him, “but I am not him, okay? I need you to understand that. I can love you so much more. In the way you deserve. You just need to let me in to do that.”

He cupped your face, wiping tears away with his thumbs. You both stayed there, gazing into each other's eyes for god knows how long before you both leant towards each other to share a kiss. When your lips met in the middle, your body rushed with tingles as the familiar sensation came back. You hadn’t realised how much you missed kissing!

It wasn’t long before you were standing up in his arms as he led you to the bed, lips still interlocked as you both removed each other's clothes. You both mumbled sweet nothings into each other's soft lips as he pulled your legs apart, aligning himself with your wet and ready entrance.

“Are you ready, baby girl?” He asked, stopping to look at you. You nodded, throwing your arms around his neck as he slowly slid in, keeping his eyes on your face the entire time.

“Tell me if it hurts or if it’s too much. We can stop if you need it.” He reassured, kissing your cheek once he was all the way in. Adam stayed unmoving for a moment to allow you to get used to the feeling of him inside you, not wanting you to be in pain. After signalling to him that it was okay, he began to thrust, being slow and gentle. He buried his face in your neck as the pleasure and your warmth took over his body.

“Faster, please!” You called out to him, gripping his shoulders as the feeling of pleasure overtook your body. Adam picked up the pace while still not hitting too hard, groaning against your skin.

“You’re so gorgeous,” He muttered, littering your skin with small wet kisses as his hands caressed your soft body, “God, I’m so glad I told you…how I feel.”

Just hearing him speak those words sent your heart flying. You had completely forgotten what it felt like to be praised in this way. And to have it from Adam just made it that much sweeter. Already you felt yourself getting close to the finish line, him following behind closely. Wrapping your legs around his waist, you moaned out his name as you drew closer and closer.

“Let it out for me, baby.” He whispered, his lips just barely ghosting the skin of your ear. You gasped as your orgasm hit, Adam holding on to you tight as he continued on with whispering encouraging words of love to you while you rode it out. As you came down, he muttered a quick ‘oh fuck’ before pulling out, cumming on your stomach with a grunt. After finishing, he leant down to give you another kiss before getting up to grab tissues to clean you up.

“Sorry, I didn’t want to…you know…do it inside of you.” He smiled sheepishly, his body pink from the afterglow of sex. You smiled and told him that it was okay, you didn’t mind too much. Once he got you cleaned up, he crawled into the bed next to you and pulled you in for a cuddle.

“I meant what I said earlier, you know.” He said, turned your head to look at him. It had finally set in that Adam just wanted to love you in every way possible. It was still hard to believe that you could be loved that way after before, but you were willing to let him try. Smiling wider, you both shared another kiss, already becoming obsessed with the way you both tasted.

“Let’s give it a try. See where it goes. I…I think I’m ready for you to show me what it’s like to be appreciated again.”

#adam copeland x reader #adam copeland imagine #adam copeland fanfic #adam copeland #edge wwe #rated r superstar #edge x reader #edge imagine #edge fanfic

[heelbucks]

I definitely need an Adam Copeland x Christian’s Sister Reader! Because tell me even though her and Adam have been together a long time and Christian knows this, his heel persona gets the better of him at times and we know this man is a straight up DRAMA QUEEN. Like imagine how he acts when his baby sister (who is the exact opposite from him on screen) is siding with his best friend of 40 years? Her longtime boyfriend who she’s in an established relationship with at this point (and even possibly has kids with?) THE AUDACITY OF HER. 🤣

ooooh interesting 🧐

“jay calm down, adam has a point.” a simple argument between the two lifelong friends that you were somehow roped into. of course, one was your older brother and the other your partner. “i’m sorry who’s right here?!” the older reso started screaming and flailing his arms around, pacing as he glared in your direction.

adam couldn’t help but stifle a laugh, his dramatic best friend freaking out over how you said their feud should go. “listen reso, it makes sense. your kid sister and i have been together she should come out with me, gives you more fuel against me.” “but she’s my kid sister!! she’s a reso, a cage! she should be on my side.”

“don’t i get to decide?”

both men, simultaneously, “no.”

#adam copeland #adam copeland fluff #adam copeland smut #adam copeland x reader #edge wwe x reader #edge smut #edge imagine #adam copeland x reso! reader #adam copeland x cage! reader

[aalyssah]

Two Pump Chump

Pairing: Edge x Fem!Reader

Warnings: Smut. Cursing, Choking, Degradation, Face Fucking, Hair Pulling, Humiliation, Names, (Slut), Oral, (Edge Receiving), Praise, Rough Sex, Soft Sex? and Unprotected Sex. Minors DNI 18+

Word Count: 1,812

Summary/Request: “i was wondering if you could do something with edge cause i cant find any good ff about him. obviously containing smut maybe angry sex after something that happened between him and lita and he comes to the reader for comfort?”

A/N: This was requested by someone on Wattpad. Hope You Enjoy

You sat in the locker room, watching your best friend Edge's match. He was defending his title against John Cena, with Lita on his side.

The match was scary, with Cena hitting big moves, almost getting the 3 count. You watched as John hit Edge with a fisherman suplex, before going for the pin.

Lita came up on the apron yelling at John to get his attention. It worked, leaving Edge to have the advantage to sneak up. Unfortunately, as Edge tried to hit his Edgeucation, John reversed and hit him with an Attitude Adjustment.

He quickly pinned and got the win.

"Your winner of this match, and your NEW CHAMPION, JOHN CENA!"

Your mouth dropped open in shock as you watched John celebrate with his new title in hand. Fans cheered, but Edge sat up in shock. Lita on the other hand was pissed. Her mouth in a straight line, shaking her head and snatching the mic from Lillian Garcia.

"John, I advise you to get out this ring before I kick your balls up your ass." John got out fast, not wanting to deal with her and walked up the ramp, leaving Edge and Lita in the ring. "You should be ashamed of yourself!"

Lita yelled to Edge. "You had one job, one fucking job and you failed!" Edge stood up, trying to take the mic from her, but she didn't give in. "No, you're gonna sit here and listen to what I have to say because I'm done with you!"

Fans started to cheer loudly as they heard Lita speak. "You're a failure! You lost your title to John fucking Cena, even after I help you. You were so close, but you blew it all up!"

Edge shook his head, denying everything. "You're nothing without that title. That was the only reason I was with you from the start! You had everything, you were in your prime, but now you're nothing, but a lonely man with no title and no girlfriend."

Edge ran his hands through his hair, breathing out loudly. "The sex was bad anyways, you two pump chump." Everyone started laughing and chanting, 'Two Pump Chump'. Edge tensed up feeling anger rise in his body.

He didn't know what took over his body, but next thing he knew he was grabbing Lita by her hair. "You think you're funny? Coming out here to embarrass-" Edge didn't finish his sentence when someone came behind him and hit him on his head.

He came crashing down on the mat, turning over his back to see who the attacker was and to his surprise, it was his ‘best friend’ Christian. Christian began a beat down, kicking and punching him while Lita laughed and cheered on Christian as he toured Edge.

Christian then dragged Edge to the corner and set him up so he could see Lita. What Christian did next shocked the WWE universe and Edge himself. Lita pulled Christian in for a kiss. Not just no normal kiss. A kiss that was full of tongue and saliva trading, practically taunting Edge.

Edge could only sit there and watch his so-called best friend make out with his girlfriend. "Bye bye you loser!" Lita waved and left the ring with Christian by her side. You sat in the same place backstage, not knowing what to do.

Edge slowly got up after catching his breath and walked backstage, embarrassed and pissed. You met him half way with a bottle of water and a towel. "Hey, Edge." You tried putting on your best soft voice, but Edge wasn't having it. "Don't 'hey' me! Did you see what they just did to me out there? The nerve of them!"

You nodded your head, wiping some sweat off his forehead. "She said the only reason she was with me was because I was champ. She used me." You nodded your head, entering the locker room and sitting on the couch. "It's okay, she's nothing, but a gold digging bitch."

You added, making him smirk. "Yeah, and guess what she called me?" You cocked your eyebrows up, waiting for him to continue. "A two pump chump! And then the whole crowd started chanting it." You couldn't contain the small laugh that came from your lips.

Edge's head snapped towards your direction. "What's so funny? You think I'm a two pump chump?" You finally looked at him and saw how red he looked. He was so close that you could feel a bad breath on your cheek. "Uh- I." You could find any words coming out of your mouth.

Yeah, Edge is cute, but you've never thought of him wanting to be with you. "I'm sure you're not." You awkwardly said, avoiding eye contact. "You're just saying that? You don't believe me. You think I'm a two pump chump don't you?!" Your eyes grew wide. "No, no, I don't!"

Edge calmed down, smiling with a loud sigh. "Well, if you don't believe me, I'm gonna show you." You didn't have time to say anything before he yanked your legs down to the floor. He positioned you so that you were on your knees, between his legs. Edge chuckled at your shocked reaction, eyes big, mouth agape.

"Go on, take it out." Your hands carefully reached up to his gear pants, pulling them down with the help of his hips lifting up. You slide his pants down to his legs, revealing his naked bottom half. You looked at him, unsure about everything.

"Edge, are you sure about this? What if someone walks on?" Edge let out a harsh breath and pulled your hair back so you were looking up at him. "I don't have to repeat myself, do I? I said go on." He pushed your hair out his grip and waited for you to start.

You winced at his hard grip and leaned down to finally take him in your mouth. Edge let out a breath, but this time in relief. Your warm mouth wrapped around his cock, made him feel like there was nothing else in the world.

You started off slow, bobbing your head up and down, trying to easily take him down your throat with consideration of how big he was.

No wonder Lita kept coming back.

You used your hand to stroke whatever you couldn't fit, listening to the noises coming above. "Fuck, your doing so good." Edge praised, pushing some hair out your face, getting a good look at your face. He groaned and then reached over to a stand, taking his phone and snapping a pic.

You quickly took him out your mouth, furrowing your eyebrows in anger. "Edge, what fuck are you-" You didn't get to finished your sentence when Edge pushed the back of your head back in his cock, casualty you to let out a gargled choke sound.

"Why won't you just fuckin' listen to me? Just suck my cock like the slut you are!" Edge had a grip in your hair, continuously forcing you to take his cock down your throat. All that was heard was the choking noises coming from you and the small curses and grunts from Edge.

It didn't help when he used his hips to fuck your mouth. Balls slapping against the couch as he thrusted his cock in your mouth. White spot suddenly started to form in your vision, making you tap his thigh in submission, trying to let him know you couldn't breath and luckily, it worked.

When he pulled you up for air, you took large breaths, panting like you haven't breathed in 16 years. Edge pushed your hair back as you couch furiously, praising you. "Are you wet for me?"

You nodded your head after catching your breath. "Fuck me." You batted your eyelashes at him, pleading. "You don't want me to eat you out?" You shook your head a 'no', wanting to feel him inside you now. "I already like you even more than selfish bitch, Lita." You giggled at his last statement.

"I would fuck you, but you didn't say the magic word." A pout came across your lips as you tried to think of the word. "Please?" Edge shrugged his shoulders. "That wasn't what I was looking for, but it'll do for now." He switched spots, picking you up and throwing you on the couch.

He quickly discarded your bottoms and panties, while you took your top off, showing him all of you. You smiled when you saw how mesmerized he became at the sight of your body. "You gonna keep staring or you gonna fuck me, Two Pump Chump?" Edge's eyes turned dark as he looked at you.

Your smile dropped fast, feeling scared. You should've never called him that. Edge didn't say a word as he flipped you on your stomach, and pulled you in a doggy style position. He didn't waste any time, pushing into you, groaning when he felt how tight you were.

"Shit, you haven't been getting a good fucking?" You bit your lip, shaking your head. "Well you're about to from the 'Two Pump Chump.'" You heard the anger in his voice as he said that name and the moment he entered you, you knew he wasn't a Two Pump type of guy.

He thrusted into you, hips connecting your ass with a loud clap noise. You had to hit your lip to hold back your moans, knowing if someone walked in, it could ruin your career. "Don't hold back. Let everyone know how good this 'Two Pump Chump' is fucking you."

You let a small moan slip out, clenching stood him when he hit your sweet spot. "Shit, right there!" Edge kept that in mind, pulling your hair back so your neck was craned up. Surprisingly, he leaned down and kissed you with so much tongue, but never slowed his thrust down.

The smacking and slurping of your lips against each other could sound so wrong to each other."You fuck me so good!" A smile grew in his face at your praise, speeding him through his thrusts. You clenched around him with every drag of his cock in your walls.

“I'm close!" Edge grunted, when he felt himself near release. "Me too, cum with me." He grabbed your hands, intertwining them together as you both came. Your mouth was agape, feeling him paint your walls white. “Holy Fuck.” Edge slowly thrusted into you, emptying everything in you.

You just laid there, in the silence of the locker room, catching your breaths. Edge grabbed his phone again and started recording a video and pointing it at you.

“You think I’m a Two Pump Chump, Y/n?” You didn’t even have the energy to move. Your hoarse voice let out a small no. “Have fun with that Two Pump Bitch Lita.”

Edge ended the video and sent it to Lita.

#wwe edge #adam copeland #edge smut #adam copeland smut #edge fluff #edge imagine #edge x reader #adam copeland x reader #wwe smut #wrestling smut

[litaskick]

Hi! Can you do a dating edge includes imagine?

i am TERRIBLE at headcanons i feel like, but i’ll try for you anon

my requests are open, request here - who i write for - request rules -  Edge Master List

summary: a collection of headcanons if you were dating the rated R superstar

Dating Edge Includes....

- let me just start off by saying that he ADORES you omg

- literally so in love with you

- absolutely whipped

- would actually do anything for you

- you are his favorite human (sorry christian)

- he always has a hand on you somehow

- adam will literally always find a way to touch you or just hold you

- always holding your hand, keeping an arm around your waist or shoulders, or holding you in his lap if he's sitting down

- adam also loves kissing you, ofc

- he isn't picky, he loves all the kisses, soft kisses, peppering kisses all over your face, rough kisses, or just making out

- he's called the rated r superstar for a reason, so you guys definitely enjoy and have fun with the sex

- adam is your biggest cheerleader, your #1 fan

- he is just so supportive of you

- he is very affectionate if you couldn't already tell

- if you were out with an injury, he would feel TERRIBLE leaving you back at home

- he will constantly worry about you the entire time

- you can count on adam to call you at least 3 times a day if you were out with injury

- literally gives the best hugs, they’re just so comforting

- cuddling is a must, he is all about the cuddles

- honestly, i could see him not sleeping good if you weren't cuddling him

- just because he's so used to it

- double dates with christian and his girlfriend

- when you two were younger he just dreamed of the day you two would get married

- pretty much since the beginning of your relationship he just knew that you were the one

- when you two do finally get married he is so emotional omg

- adam 100% cries when he sees you walking down the aisle

- like everything was about to become real, you were actually going to get married

- and once it was official, you remember that being the happiest you had ever seen him

- you two were just in absolute bliss

- you guys ARE the wrestling it couple

- and you have been for years

- literally the wrestling community's favorite couple

- at the beginning of your relationship you guys would sneak around

- adam didn't want to admit to christian that he was right about his crush on you

- eventually christian found out anyways though and told adam that he told him so

- when he was forced to retire, you retired just a few months after him

- you almost felt guilty to keep wrestling while he sat at home with a messed up neck watching you on the tv

- you also just worried about him being home alone without some one there 24/7, his mom would come in and help him out, but she would just stay for a few hours and leave

- when you went on raw to perform your retirement speech, adam still had no clue that you were retiring, you didn't really know how to tell him

- after you were done and trying to get back to your dressing room to call him, you kept getting stopped by all you coworkers, the women crying and telling you how much they would miss you, and the guys giving you a pat on the back or a hug and asking you why, to which you responded "My husband comes first."

- When you finally did get back to the locker room, you had dozens of missed calls from him, and few text telling you to call him

- of course you called him and he picked up before the first ring could even go through

- adam was just frantic "why are you retiring?", "you never told me about this" , "you don't have to do this because of me"

- you calmly just told him to relax "you come first adam, you always will. i love wrestling and i've had such a good career for the past 13 years but i just can't do it anymore, not without you here too. it just doesn't feel right, not with the thought of you sitting at home having to watch it all knowing that you can never come back again." you explained

- the phone call ended with you both in tears, adam stating that "i'm ok with you retiring if that's what you want to do, but i feel guilty about it." and you just stating "please don't feel guilty about it, honey. this is my decision. i'll be home tomorrow, i love you."

- when you finally got home the next morning and saw him, you could just tell that he was up all night thinking about it

- you went over and hugged him and you said "it's ok, it isn't your fault."

- it took him a few months to accept it fully, he secretly still had so much guilt over it though, but he let it go

- retirement life ended up being pretty good

- it took adam awhile to recollect himself after his neck injury, but after he did, he got right back on track

- he got roles in shows and movies, meanwhile you still did a few side things for wwe

- like training upcoming talent, doing commentary for PPVs, even helping write some stuff out for the creative department

- when adam returns to wwe, you are extremely nervous

- you would not be able to forgive yourself if he hurt himself out there

- but you watched him train his ass off and even helped him train, so you felt a little better about it

- but the nerves that hit you as you watched him get back in a ring and wrestle on a monitor in the gorilla were insane

- your hands were shaky for sure

- and you couldn’t help but silently cry, it was a mix of nerves and joy

- the obvious reason for the nerves

- but as for the joy, you were so happy seeing him back out there

- you knew how bad he had wanted this

- and you knew how much wrestling meant to him

- when he came back through the curtain you felt like you could finally breathe again

- he immediately came over to you

- adam knew how nervous you were about his return

- he pulled you into one of the tightest hugs 

- when he pulled away he wiped away your tears

- “i’m ok” 

- “i know you are, i was just worried”

- and then he pulled you into a hug again, this one lasting longer

- when he pulled away this time he gave you a kiss

- “i’m proud of you”

- but ANYWAYS

- i got carried away with the return thing

- BUT

- being his girlfriend is amazing though

- 10/10 would recommend

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[omg-im-such-a-masochist]

Homecoming

Summary: No, we’re not going to talk about the fact that my old dumb ass accidentally deleted the original post with over 100 notes and now I have to post it again 😒

Pairings: Rhea Ripley x Fem Reader x Edge (a tiny bit) x Damian Priest (a tiny bit)

Warnings: +18, sexual content, f/f and a bit of f/m. Also just dirty deeds in general

Tag: I won’t tag anyone because all the people in my tags list read this the first time I posted

Editor: @thenightmareismyreality

A/N: I’m so pissed at myself 😒

“Come here, ladybug” The soft sound of his hand patting his thigh made you look up and crawl to him. Taking your place on his thigh, Edge softly slid the lollipop out of your lips, placing it on the small plate on top of the black dresser “Do you remember when daddy told you about his new friend?”.

“Yes, daddy. The mean, sexy girl with the cute accent” You thought for a while trying to remember her name “Rhea?”

“Yes, ladybug” He chuckled “Rhea. Do you remember when daddy said he had plans for her?”

“Yes, daddy. And that you wanted me to help her feel welcomed if she accepted your invitation”.

“And she did. She's officially part of our faction”. Your eyes grew in excitement at hearing the news. “So does that mean I get to play with her?”

“Yes, you do get to play with her”.

And as he spoke those words, the doors to your playroom opened, revealing Rhea and Damian underneath the soft purple lights. You felt yourself scooting closer to Edge’s embrace, the need for security taking over as the imposing figures approached.

“Wait” He warned, making them stop in their tracks. Edge’s hazel green eyes stared into yours as he cupped your cheek “What’s the matter, ladybug? Did you change your mind? Want daddy to tell them to leave?”. You shook your head as a response, which made a soft smile appear on Edge’s lips “Are you feeling shy?” Your hair fell on your shoulders as you nodded. Thick knuckles brushed against the soft skin of your cheek “Do you want daddy to warm you up, ladybug?”, a soft whisper left your lips at his soft caress “Yes, please” and soon you felt yourself being lifted up in his arms and placed down on the bed. His soft, thick beard tickled your chin and neck as his lips trailed down your body. Calloused hands gripped your thighs and pulled you closer to his body, the slight sliding feeling making you giggle as Edge pushed the hem of the pastel pink flared mini skirt up to rest on your hips.

His voice was firm and commanding, leaving no room for doubts or debates “Spread your legs”. By doing so, your bare folds were now exposed to him, along with Damian and Rhea, who were now standing directly behind him. His clothed knee came to rest between your legs, the soft fabric of the black dress pants creating a heavenly friction against your bundle of nerves, that, would definitely get you ready within mere minutes.

Edge’s knee slowly began to move back and forth against your slit as he took your hand in his and laced your fingers together. The warmth of his skin radiated through his purple dress shirt once his body covered yours for a deep, enamored, kiss. Keeping your hands laced together, he placed your arms above your head and instructed Damian to slice off your lilac crop top. The cool air of the playroom instantly hit your nipples, making the peebled flesh beg for attention. With one quick nod of his head, Edge pulled back and let Damian and Rhea each taste one of your hardened peaks as he continued to move his knee back and forth.

The sucking and licking motion of Damian and Rhea on your nipples in addition to Edge’s knee against your clit made you moan loudly. Your arousal was already becoming evident, as it was already soaking Edge’s pants, making the fabric glue to his skin.

“Are you feeling ready now, ladybug?”. You opened your mouth to answer, but the feeling of Damian’s teeth scraping against your hard nipples and Rhea’s soft kitten licks allowed for only a gasp to answer the question. “Yeah, you’re ready” He chuckled, returning to his previous place and sitting on the emerald green wooden chair, patting on the chair beside him for Damian to take his seat.

Once both men stepped back, Rhea smirked at you “I want you to focus on me, princess. Okay?” Her teeth tugged on your bottom lip, softly chewing on the flesh, making a jolt of pain and pleasure run down your body, straight to your core. Rhea’s tongue darted out - and in a sudden wave of boldness, you sucked on the muscle, moaning at the feeling of her piercing against your own tongue.

“Oh be careful, Rhea” Edge’s warning came with a laugh “You’re working her up very quickly and you’ll soon find out she’s not as innocent as she seems. She may look like an angel but she fucks like a devil”.

“That I can vouch for” Damian added with a smirk, as he thought back to his own welcome session with you.

Rhea’s smile was devilish at the men’s warnings “You know there’s nothing that I love more than a dirty little slut behind a good girl’s face” Her hands knitted your breasts before squeezing them together so she could quickly go from one hardened peak to the other. The contrast between her sharp teeth and the cool metal of her tongue ring made your hips roll in the air, searching for some friction in order to ease the throbbing need between your legs.

“He was right, you’re such a needy little slut. Begging to have your cunt filled, to be fucked until you’re sore. Fuck, I bet you taste amazing! Like a sinful little whore, dripping with her own neediness” With a final tug on your nipples with her teeth, Rhea pulled back and tossed you legs on top of her shoulders “Guess I’ll finally find out what all the talk is about, huh?” She smiled at you as her arms closed around your hips, firmly securing you in place.

Flattening her tongue, Rhea gave a long lick to your slit, from the entrance to your sensitive nub. Letting her tongue ring flick against your hidden pearl multiple times, before she made the way back down again to your tight entrance. Her tongue dipped inside your warm core, to taste your sweetness from its fount and a long, satisfied, hum left her lips at the taste.

Rhea’s strong biceps clenched around your hips everytime you tried to buck them away from her lips and her tongue soon met your clit again, only this time, she closed her lips around the engorged flesh.

A series of curses and praises left your lips and soon you felt a very familiar pressure building up inside of you.

“Oh, you’re gonna make her squirt” Edge chuckled. “Look at those eyes she’s making and the goosebumps all over her skin, that’s her tell”

Rhea smirked at the new discovery and soon dipped two fingers inside your pussy. They moved at a frantic pace as her tongue continued to work on your clit, and when she finally felt your walls so tight around her fingers that she could barely move them, she pulled her head back just in time to watch you scream as the jets of pleasure gushed out of you.

Rhea’s palm continued to stimulate your clit, prolonging your release. She slapped your ass as you screamed and moaned. The pleasure continued without an end in sight.

“Fuck, you’re so perfect” Her hand slapped against your clit, making you jolt and shiver. The wetness was now all over the playroom bed and Rhea’s body, making you slide down easily. Your skin slipping against her vinyl clothed body to finally lay down on your back again.

Looking over to the side, you watched as Damian and Edge had their hard, heavy cocks in their hands, lazily stroking themselves as they watched how you easily fell apart. You failed to notice Rhea buckling the strap-on around her hips, until the sound of metal clicking made you focus back on her.

The neon pink dildo - one of your all time favorites - made you smirk and you spread your legs wider so she could place herself between them.

“Oh, you’re an eager little slut, aren’t you?” She tapped the tip of the silicone dildo against your sensitive clit, eliciting a moan from you. “Yes, ma’am” Your voice purred.“Please, fuck me, mistress? I need you to ruin me. I need to feel you pounding my tight little pussy until it’s stretched and sore just for you”. The innocent tone of your voice was a complete opposite to the filthy nature of the words leaving your mouth, and it instantly made Rhea slick with desire. She immediately turned you on your stomach, and placed you so you were now facing Edge and Damian. Rhea’s hands gripped your hips, settling you into an all fours position and she waited no time in sliding into your core in one deep, sharp thrust.

Her hips moved at a frantic pace, one hand tugging on your hair and pulling it back so you kept looking at the men in front of you, as the other gripped your hip, pulling you back to meet her thrusts. You moved your hips in accord to her pace, riding the dildo and moaning her name.

“Beg her to cum, ladybug” Edge’s deep voice warned you once he saw how close you were to your release.

Your nails scraped against the black duvet as desperate pleads and moans left your lips. “Please, mistress. You’re fucking my pussy so good, so deep. Fuck! The more you fuck me, the needier I am..please, let me cum. I beg you. Ruin my cunt and make me cum, please”.

Her agreement echoed softly in your ear, as she whispered her command for you to cum. A sharp slap on your extra sensitive clit was the final push over the edge. The pleasure was so much and your moans so loud that they almost became a scream when you began to grow oversensitive.

Rhea’s thrusting pace slowed down as she praised how wonderful you were for her. Her voice was soft and coated with honey, making your heart swell with the praises “Such a good girl, princess. You did so wonderful for me. You’re so perfect, so beautiful”.

The warmth of her body covered your back and butterfly kisses slid over your skin, from one shoulder to another.

“You did wonderful, ladybug” Edge squatted down and kissed your forehead “Daddy’s so proud of you”. A weak smile spreaded through your lips “Thank you, daddy” and your eyes fluttered close with a deep, satisfied hum.

Until Edge’s next words made a shiver run down your spine. “But don’t you dare think we’re done yet. The initiation ritual is just getting started”.

#rhea ripley smut #rhea ripley imagine #rhea ripley x reader #rhea ripley #edge wwe #edge wwe imagine #edge imagine #edge x reader #edge wwe x reader #masochist writes

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ATTITUDE || 012

tonight, you find out who this secret admirer is and more shenanigans ensue. like anon said, reader is slowly entering her dean ambrose era but someone(s) want to put a stop to it before it gets worse. i KIND OF had to like split things up im doin something important just stick around....hotel interactions next chapter!

poor reader getting dragged into team extreme drama is insane like omg. at leaaasstt she can get closer to jeff, YAAYYY. this chapter, something in the air shifted i fear….

RAW IS WAR // 6:37 PM

Monday came around quickly and yet again, you were back at the arena. Raw was a little different than Smackdown’s set up, but you didn’t really mind. The interchangeable brands, despite how much trouble it caused you, was somewhere you could easily call home.

You and Lita really drank too much, huh? You’ll both have to get those pancakes another time.

You remember Lita calling you and thanking you for allowing her to spend the night, but you couldn’t even respond with how loudly you were laughing once those memories came crashing down.

You swore off of drinking for a while. You also made Lita agree to never take you out to a bar again. At least not before eating anything. And next time, the destination would be IHOP instead of some sleazy bar.

Lita had to beg you to not tell Jeff what she said. In compromise, she said that you could meet her in the locker room before the first match to talk.

Today’s matches were as follows…

CHRISTIAN VS. JEFF HARDY (EUROPEAN TITLE)

RVD VS. D-VON DUDLEY (HARDCORE CHAMPIONSHIP)

TRISH STRATUS VS. STACY KEIBLER

EDGE VS. TEST (INTERCONTINENTAL TITLE)

WILLIAM REGAL VS. BIG SHOW

THE ROCK VS. CHRIS JERICHO AND KURT ANGLE

At least you weren’t on the card, but Jeff’s got a match with Christian? Looks like Stacy’s got a match too. Perhaps you’d be seeing them very, very soon.

That is, if you had time. The voice of that man over the phone replayed in your head, reminding the time you should meet him. 7:50? No, 7:20. NO, 7:30!

Now’s not the time to have a bad memory. This could be important. If they had some sort of “strategy” to keep Stephanie down for a bit, you wanted to hear it. You came earlier than usual just to ensure that you’d be there in time.

The hushed and murmured voices made you stop. You could hear them behind the door.

“Well, is she in here?”

“Ya’ think I know for sure?”

Okay, just by the tone of their voices, it sounded like Debra and Austin outside of your door. Their questions towards each other had turned into a small argument, something about who’s going to be the one to call you out first.

Why’d they show up? You knew Austin saw how mad you were the night of your match, so maybe he told Debra.

“Come on out, [Name].” Austin calls. “Just want to talk.”

You didn’t want to be chastised. It’s the last thing you wanted to hear, especially from him. “I’m not coming out.”

“Don’t make me break this door down.”

This time you got scared because you knew that he’d do it. So you slowly crack open the door. “Yes?” Of course, those cameras you loved so dearly were rolling. This must be good.

Debra steps forward, an apologetic look on her face. “We’ve been thinking...after what happened back on Smackdown…we think you should start looking into some anger management classes. You see, Mr. McMahon has offered it to certain people who were apart of the Alliance after a recommendation.”

Anger management classes??

It was one thing for Mr. McMahon to pour MORE salt in the wound after a crushing loss to your original team, but to even suggest anger management? You’ve gotta be fucking kidding.

“If I have to look into anger management classes, he has to look into them too!” You point a finger at Austin accusingly.

“Me? Anger management?” Shockingly enough, he seemed appalled at your words. “I don’t need a damn anger management class, goddamnit. All I need is a forklift.”

“You have issues!”

Debra can only shake her head. This is exactly why you should look into it. However, you made a valid case. The more she thought about it, she realizes the both of you needed to go. “That’s it then. I’ll be signing the both of you up for a class next week.” She briskly walks away, not staying around to hear you two’s outburst.

“Hey, no! What if I have a match or something? Debraaaaa!” You complain. Austin wasn’t too happy about this decision either. You walk after her, pleading to not let you go. “Pleaaasee?? Can’t you just send him alone? He’s an angry guy! Like way more angry than me!”

“My answer is final!” She asserted, making you take a step back. “If it makes you feel better, there are other people who you may know that are attending. Why don’t you make some friends?”

“Ughhhhh…” You groan. Debra softly rubs your shoulder.

Once Debra made her mind up, that was it. Looks like you’ll be taking anger management classes with Austin.

Pissed off wasn’t strong enough to describe how he felt about it. He comes closer to you two, rubbing his face. “I need a beer.”

“I don’t have anger management issues, I was just mad!“ You complain. “Throwing chairs at the walls aren’t even that bad! I could do worse. I could do way worse, right?!”

You turn over to Austin, who was simply shaking his head at you. For a split second he was going to say something, but decided not to. So far, the things he’s done in the past have been completely worse than what you’ve did in the last few days.

In an effort to take it off your mind for now, you look between the two. “Err, have any of you seen Jeff Hardy? I’d like to talk to him.”

“Not at all.” Debra shook his head. “Wouldn’t he usually be with his brother and that Lita girl?”

“Sort of, kind of. Not with Lita. They got into an argument or something, but right now I’m not sure if they’re cool. I really hope things blow over.”

“Why talk to him?” Austin just cuts to the chase. “Rainbow hair makes me sick. Him and that girl who can’t pull her pants up.”

You roll your eyes. Of course he had an iffy opinion on them. He’s so old school. You bet if you gave him a keyboard, he’d take forever to type just one word.

“I can’t tell you. But it’s really important.”

“Let the girl go.” Debra waves her hand. “The classes aren’t today. Besides, I need to talk with you about things, Austin.” She then looks at you knowingly, a mischievous glint in her eye. Did she kno—

“Why’re ya’ lookin’ like that??” Austin questioned, switching his finger between you two.

Debra feigns innocence. “Like what?”

“Ya’ looked at her with that look in your eye like ya’ got something planned.”

“We don’t know what you’re talking about!” You smile. “Listen, I’ll catch up with you guys later. I need to find Jeff.” This was very urgent. It’s a matter of life or death.

“Hey, kid, before ya’ go…” Austin holds out his hand, causing you to stop in place. “Almost forgot. We’re on commentary tonight.”

…You’re on commentary?! Seriously?

“Wait, for all the matches?”

Debra shakes her head, thankfully. “Just for the last match I believe. You two need to keep it together. No picking fights. If they start something with you, you walk away.”

That’ll be easy for you, unless, for some reason…someone decides to show up unannounced again. If Jericho decided to mess with you, then that’d be another fish to fry.

For Austin though, it may be a little harder. Incredibly harder.

The Rock was in the match. It was a no-brainer that they’ve always had some sort of tension. And Jericho was there too. Not to mention Kurt Angle. Those men have had problems with him in the past.

Who cares right now?! You had to figure out if you should make a move or not! If Jeff had a thing for you, you needed to strike accordingly, right? You walk back in the other direction towards the locker room.

You still couldn’t believe it though. Lita had really spilled the beans on that one. This whole time, Jeff Hardy may or may not have been interested in you.

If you were fast enough, you could catch him and Christian’s match. It would be best to change right now. Should you wear something nice? It’s not like you were going on a date in the ring or something. 

...Okay, maybe you’re thinking about this too hard.

RAW IS WAR // 6:50 PM

You were all set. New clothes, feeling energized, and most importantly, feeling confident. Tonight was a new night, so you couldn’t let anyone get you down.

“Hey, [Name]…you look nice…?”

The familiar voice makes you turn on your heel almost immediately. “Oh, you’ve got a lot of guts showing up here.”

Stacy holds out her hands. “Hey! I’m on your side. I don’t think you’ve ever asked me how I felt, huh? Before you try anything, just listen to what I have to say!”

Just this once, you’ll give her the time of day.

“I…I hate Torrie as much as you do.” She admits. “I don’t know how you didn’t realize. We’ve been at each other’s necks for at least a week or two now.”

“If it’s only been a week or two, you’ve gotta give me a break.” You sigh. “I’ve a lot of shit on my plate, Stacy.”

“I understand that!” She seems happy you hadn’t attacked her yet, clearing her throat afterwards. “But I just wanted to let you know before you came after me. Don’t forget, I’m your best friend too.”

Right. She is.

“Torrie’s been spreading some nasty things about you.”

You roll your eyes. This same song and dance. “I know. If it’s about the letters—“

“Oh, no,” Stacy shakes her head, folding her arms behind her back. “Not about letters at all. She says you’ve been sleeping around.”

“First of all, if anyone’s doing the sleeping around, it’s her. Last time, I remember her and Mr. McMahon had some sort of meeting. I hope she knows talent is not sexually transmitted…not like Mr. McMahon is talented anyway.”

Stacy comes over and hits your arm. “You can’t say that! You could get fired, what if someone’s listening?!”

“I’m just saying! Jeez.” You rub your arm. “By the way, you’re lucky you said something, because I was about to fight you right here.”

For some reason, she doesn’t seem to stop talking about Torrie, even if you thought it was over. “Did I mention she says you’re trashing most of the superstars? I mean, even disrespecting legends, wow!”

What? Disrespecting legends? What legends was she talking about?? Now, some of them deserved it. But who exactly?

“Wait, who?”

Stacy opens her mouth, but is interrupted by the door opening.

In comes Lita, surprised to see you two not mauling each other. Sure, it wasn’t Torrie, but it’s someone she associated with. “…You guys are still friends?” She stares at Stacy for a moment, fighting the urge to glare.

Stacy nods. “Of course. That’s my [Name]!” She gives you a tight hug. “I’ll see you later, okay?” Just like that, she was gone. Suspiciously quick.

You simply wave as she walks off. Lita can only scoff. “Her? Really? After I poured my heart out last night?”

“I just think you’re jealous.” You grin. “Litaaa’ss jeaaallouusss.”

Your sing-song tone made her smile as well. “Yeah, yeah. Whatever makes you happy.” She looks at you, then your outfit of choice. “Woah, that’s a transformation if I’ve ever seen one. You really want his attention, huh?”

It’s not like she wasn’t dressed up herself either. Her thong was literally saying ‘hello!’ to you. “You’re talking about me, but do you have a match I don’t know about?” You question, walking over to fold the clothes you decided not to wear.

….You’ve never folded clothes so fast, with shaky hands at that. Lita catches on quickly and takes a seat nearby. She doesn’t comment on it, but she damn sure notices.

“Just accompanying Jeff to the ring. Don’t worry, I’m not stealing him away from you or anything.” She prefaced. “..He just got really hurt at Survivor Series. And in the argument that Matt started, he didn’t want him to perform.”

She didn’t want you to be nervous. In fact, she could even sympathize. Maybe YOU were more shy than she thought, haha.

You take a breather, doing your best to offset the anxiety. “Oohh, I see. No wonder. So, it’s just you and Matt that are having issues.”

“No, no,” Lita shakes her head. “Jeff has problems with Matt too. Me and Jeff don’t have any issue with each other.”

Noooow you got it. She didn’t explain that in depth when you first asked her. She must’ve still been frazzled from the whole thing.

“I just have a feeling Jeff’ll do something risky. As much as I hate to say this, you’ll have to take advantage of that. I’ll pretend like it’s a complete surprise.” Lita pauses for a moment, taking a second to now stretch on the floor. “…If Matt by chance shows up, he’s not gonna be happy Jeff’s in a match tonight.”

You finish with folding things up, zipping your bag shut. “Fine with me. Hey, you’re not gonna screw me over, are you?”

Lita gives you a confused look. “Hell no. Why would I do that?”

“Just making sure.”

RAW IS WAR // 7:05 PM

You hoped this wouldn’t take too long. As much as you wanted to see Jeff, you had other obligations. You wanted to be in the parking lot at 7:30 sharp, no later than that. It’d be better if you got there earlier.

You’re backstage now, checking out the match on the television. It’s been going on for a while now. You giggle as you notice how Jeff’s shirt was stuck around his ankles. Him being shirtless was one thing, but you were immature enough to giggle at his shirt. You noticed how it limited his movement and Christian was really wearing him down because of it.

You’d ask him how things were going later. It makes you jump in surprise to see Jeff rebound with a enzugiri.

By this point, Matt’s already down to the ring, picking an argument with Lita. While they’re at it, you think it’s time to head down to the ring yourself.

With a pep in your step, you make your way to gorilla. You’d only stick around to check in on Jeff and give him help, but that’s it. Every little bit counts.

You push away the curtains and head down to the ring, catching Lita’s gaze. She fought the smile on her face, doing her best to look upset instead. The crowd cheers at your appearance.

Jeff notices you, confused as to why you’re out here in the first place. You don’t have anything to do with him. You wave at him.

Oh…

Did you come out for him? For some reason, a small grin appears on his face, but it’s quickly knocked off as Christian clotheslined him.

Christian notices you too. He comes over and even blows you a kiss.

He’s funny.

You cross your arms. You’re not out for him right now! Just for Jeff, but maybe you’ll keep that to yourself for now. You wave at him, feeling as if it’s rude to not respond.

Lita jogs away from Matt (much to his own confusion, a lot of it was going around..) right over to you.

“Started to think you wouldn’t come out here!” She raises her voice so you can hear her over the crowd. “Thought your dad was gonna stop you. I could’ve sworn he told me to pull my pants up!”

You laugh, raising your voice as well. “Yeah, right. Are things going okay out here?”

“Not..really.” She looks away, doing her best to not stare at Matt anymore. “It’s hard being here.”

“I get it. I’m sorry about that.” You turn your attention back to the ring, and Lita returns to her spot nearby Matt. Now you two were on opposite sides.

Christian begins to turn Jeff into the Killswitch, but Jeff reverses it into the Twist of Fate. Matt begins to scream at him to do the pin, but instead he climbs onto the top rope.

Even you thought it was a good idea to pin Christian. Was Jeff really going to be able to do this??

Matt comes over to your side yelling at him and you move further away. Christian, in the meanwhile, rolls out of the ring to safety.

But not for long. Jeff readjusts himself to do a high flying move, but Matt is still yelling. Taking advantage, Christian shoves Matt into the ring post, knocking Jeff straight into the mat.

You wince. That must’ve really hurt.

Christian gets right back into the ring and pins Jeff, retaining his championship. He points down at you with a smile.

You have to say, good for him. You clap, giving him some respect. You had nothing against him.

He rolls out of the ring and you roll right in.

“Jeff.” You get down on your knees, leaning over him. “Why’d you do that?”

He takes a minute to respond, breathing heavily. “Thought…ya’ might like it.”

Before you could say something, the referee shoos you out of the ring and you roll back out to give them space.

Jeff didn’t want that. He struggles to get up and slowly crawls out himself. “Wait.” He rasps, reaching out toward you. You come a bit closer to help him out and back up the ramp.

He’s holding his neck as you two go up, Matt and Lita trailing behind. This isn’t going to be good, you could just tell.

The closer you got to towards the medic, the thicker the tension had gotten. It got even worse after you entered the room.

No one was saying anything to each other. You and Lita could only exchange glances. The crinkling of the ice bag was the only sound heard throughout the room. One of the medics handed it over to you, and almost as if they knew something bad was coming, left the room.

You gently place it over the back of Jeff’s neck, making him quietly sigh. It must’ve been one of relief, because he sets his hand over your own.

“Jeff, how could you be so stupid, man?!”

And there it was. Matt stroked the fire.

“Stupid?!” Jeff immediately gets up from his spot, almost as if he had a jolt of energy. It startled you slightly, leaving the bag of ice in your hand.

“Yeah, stupid. I told you, you shouldn’t even have been wrestling tonight.” Matt got in his face. “But did you listen to me? No. And even when you went in the ring, I supported you. I told you what you should do. I told you; don’t take any unnecessary risks. I told you; do the Twist of Fate and beat him on the mat—“

Jeff interrupts him. “Who asked you, Matt? Who asked you to get involved in the match anyway, huh?”

“Nobody asked me to get involved. I got involved because I care about you. I got involved because I care about the team. Do you care about the team, Jeff?” Matt’s words were coming out almost a thousand miles an hour. It’s almost like this has been on his mind for a while.

You watch as they continue going back and forth for a while. You didn’t want to take sides, you were only watching from the sidelines.

Lita runs her hands through her hair. This was really getting to her. You felt really bad. She shouldn’t have to be in the middle of this.

“—Ever since we were kids Matt, you’ve been trying to run my life, you’ve been trying to control me.” Jeff accuses. “You’ve always thought you’re smarter, you’ve always thought you’re better..”

“I don’t think it’s a question that I’m smarter than you, Jeff. I think that’s obvious. And somebody—“

“Guys, relax, Lita is….“ You try to intervene, but you immediately get shut down by Matt.

“Look, shut up, please. She’s not in this and neither are you. I don’t even know why you’re here.” And now, his attention is on you. “Are you here just for yourself? Which one of us do you want to ruin first? Is it Jeff?”

Ruin? That must’ve been something Torrie must’ve spread. Matt must’ve considered you bad news.

But Jeff quickly stands up for you. “Don’t tell her to shut up. She came to help me, unlike someone I know. She actually cares.”

It goes silent again. You’re not exactly sure what to say.

This time, Lita speaks up. “…I thought you were in here cause’ you cared about Jeff. At the very least you could be nice to someone who’s trying to help. It’s pretty obvious the only thing you care about is yourself.”

She leaves, and Jeff glares at Matt. “Who feels stupid now, Matt?”

Matt ignores his comment, simply giving Jeff a scowl of his own. He calls after Lita and leaves the room.

Now, you and Jeff were alone. He mutters an apology, sitting back on the seat.

You say nothing, instead setting the bag of ice back onto his neck. He sets his hand back onto your own.

“You….look nice today.” Jeff compliments you, using his free hand to toy with his armband. He had no idea why he felt so on edge in your presence. Whether it was the atmosphere of the argument still lingering or just the idea of you taking care of him, he didn’t know.

“Hah.” You let out a strained laugh. “Thanks.”

It’s hard to bounce back from what just happened. And you didn’t know what else to say.

You had an idea though.

You let go of the ice and so does he. Jeff looks up at you questionably as you move to sit next to him.

No one was in the room, no one had to know.

So, instead of saying anything else, you take a chance and just kiss him. “I didn’t know what else to say, sorry.”

Jeff doesn’t have anything to say either, as his response is nothing more than returning his lips to your own. Again, and again. Each time, it was harder than the last. You hadn’t even realized how close you got to him until you felt his body against your own.

He sets his hand on your back, doing his best to keep you as close as possible.

You already felt like you couldn’t breathe. And just as you were going to open your mouth for him just a little more, he lightly pushes you away. Nothing lasts forever, you guess.

You still groan in disappointment.

“If we keep doing this, I don’t think I’ll be able to stop.” He admitted. “..and my neck is killing me.”

All you can do is nod. At least he came to his senses, any further and you’d forget your meet up with your secret admirer. You were close to blowing him off.

You finally collect your words. “What time..is it?”

Jeff looks up towards the clock in the room. “7:20.”

Shit. You had ten minutes to get it together.

“I’ve gotta go.” You say, getting out of your seat. “There’s something I’ve gotta do. I hope you get better, sorry about earlier.” In order to not explode, you try to talk about other things. “You guys shouldn’t have to go through that as a team.

Jeff waves you off. “It’ll blow over. Thanks for staying with me. I’ll see ya’ later.”

RAW IS WAR // 7:27 PM

You were in a mad dash to the parking lot, trying to make sure you were on time. You had about 3 minutes to spare luckily, so here you were, just rubbing your temples.

“Over here, Nitro Girl.”

You turn over to the direction of the voice, a curious look on your face. The curiosity turns into shock.

“Hey, wait, aren’t you….?”

The man nods. He’s a little aggressive as he shoves the bouquet of flowers into your arms. “Hunter. You’re a bit early.”

You just couldn’t believe it.

…..Triple H? He’s the person who wanted to meet you out here? Was this some sort of setup so Stephanie could ambush you from behind?

“Is this a joke?” You boldly ask. “Out of all people, it’s you??”

“No joke..“ He doesn’t seem to be in the best of moods, but you don’t point it out. “I’m going to cut to the chase. I think Stephanie is sleeping with someone else.”

Huh?!

Your eyes widen. That was one hell of an accusation. “How do you know?”

“I haven’t been in the ring and she’s been going on about this whole spiel about becoming business partners with others while I’m away. Because you refused, I think your attack on Smackdown may have been planned. I know how she is.”

“Do you really think it was planned? The only other person I could think of would be Jericho, but there’s no way he would be on it.” You say. “I mean, he’s called her so many nasty names. I don’t get it. And there’s no way in hell it could be Austin.”

Hunter shook his head. “Jericho’s the only one that makes sense. He’s threatened by me and he knows as soon as I come back, I’ll be going for the title spot. He’ll do anything to take me down, even if it means associating with Stephanie.”

“Yikes.” You mutter, adjusting the bouquet of flowers in your arms. “So, what’re you asking me to do here?”

“How about we become business partners?” He suggests. “You want revenge. I want a spot in the title picture. It’s an even exchange, nothing less, nothing more. I want to see what she’ll do next. If it’s true, we’ll officially start. If it’s false, we’ll pretend like we never met. Do we have a deal?”

You had nothing to lose, so you agree. “We have a deal. I’ll let you know if I see or hear anything.”

Neither of you had the confirmation, but once you did, it’d be one hell of a week.

RAW IS WAR // 7:45 PM

You were able to put the flowers from Hunter away in the locker room. Austin was waiting for you outside to head out to the announcers table. In order to get by him, you passed it off as a secret admirer gift to Trish. Someone gave it to you, so you decided to pass on the message. You refused to elaborate any further than that.

“Let’s get goin’ kid, they’re waitin’ on us.” Austin rushes you out, making you groan. 

“I’m coming, hold on!” You close the door behind you. 

“Took ya’ long enough. I was gonna leave.”

Well, you’re here now!

Once you two hit gorilla, the sound of glass shattering was your cue. Austin walks down the ramp with you behind him. While he’s all serious, you wave to the crowd.

There’s a fan that reaches out a pen and a picture of you. Before you meet Austin at the table, you decide to sign it. You quickly write your signature with a smile and give them a final wave before you run towards the announcer table.

You take a seat nearby Austin, as JR and Jerry greet you before JR begins his introduction.

‘And we are back here on Raw, Raw Zone on the new TNN. At ringside, Austin and [Name] accompany us…..’

Jerry automatically has his attention on you. ‘You look great tonight!’

You gave a thumbs up at his compliment. ‘I take pride in my wardrobe!’

Austin isn’t too happy about you taking too long, complaining as soon as you put your headphones on. ‘She always takes her time gettin’ places because of her little wardrobe!’

‘I have to pick something out! And don’t even start, I was signing an autograph, okay! I was being nice! Debra told us to play nice!’

Before you can continue, the pop of pyro and Jericho’s music immediately gets you hot. You’re so sick and tired of him.

Lillian announces him in. “The following handicap match is set for one fall! Introducing first, from Winnipeg Manitoba Canada, weighing 227 pounds, Chris Jericho!”

‘Y2J told us earlier this night what was wrong with his game all along,” JR says. ‘He cared about the fans. Obviously, he doesn’t care any longer.’

‘Oh, whatever. He only cares about himself!’ You accuse.

Jericho enters the ring, turning his attention down to the announcers table. He smirks seeing you two, and you can only shoot daggers at him. ‘I fucking hate you!’ Of course, they bleeped your curse word out, but you meant what you said. You were still heated from your own handicap match. 

His music cuts off, changing into Kurt Angle’s music.

“Introducing his partner from Pittsburgh, Pennsylvania, Kurt Angle!”

‘Austin, you and Kurt Angle will go one-on-one for the WWF title at Vengeance. The winner of that match will go on against either Y2J or The Rock to unify those championships. How do you feel?’ JR asks.

‘Gotta be nervous, huh? I mean, this is the undisputed championship we’re talking about!’ Jerry adds.

‘I’m not nervous about those sons of bitches at all. I’m coming out of Vengeance as the undisputed champion. Most importantly, I won’t be kissing Vince’s ass tonight.’

Wait, huh? You look at Austin curiously. ‘Woah, I’m confused. What’re you talking about?’

You couldn’t hear anything else after The Rock’s music hits, the crowd coming alive and screaming. ‘I have to say, I’m on Rock’s side! A handicapped match? I can sympathize how hard it is. This isn’t fair.’

“And from Miami, Florida, weighing in at 240 pounds, he is the World Champion, The Rock!”

JR agrees with you. ‘I can agree with you, [Name]. He’ll be lucky to survive this.’

Austin seems offended at your words. ‘You’re on his side? Really? Ya’ weren’t even goin’ in alone!’

‘I mean, can’t you sympathize sort of? The odds were—‘

Suddenly, Ric Flair’s music hits just as soon as the match is ready to begin. The crowd “woo’s”.

You snap your fingers. ‘Oh, I forgot! He bought our stock, huh?’

‘And he made a career of being fashionably late. The match already started!’ Jerry says.

Flair’s raspy voice echoes. “I don’t think my business partner will mind at all the fact that I am changing this handicap match into a tag match, WOO! Without further ado, The Rock’s partner, Kane!”

As soon as he says his name, an explosion of fire comes from the ramp.

Kane….

Kane was another story. You weren’t quite sure about him, nor have you seen him around. All you’ve heard was that he had a bad, bad upbringing. He was intimidating and you were almost scared. 

This match certainly was something else.

k temporary spacer thingy. i decided to kind of speed through the like last match since its not as important. what’s important is what comes after it sort of. sorry for cutting the jeff scene so short though, i kinda had to push myself out of my comfort zone since im not that experienced with likeeee all the serious romance stuff. there’s more to come next. btw i promise we’ll see some more superstars soon,,ones that left and all yes yes. btw “nothing more nothing less” my ass smh.

anyone been rushed out before by your parents? like them threatening to leave u if u dont hurry up?? yeah its totally stone cold and [name] lmaoo,,, them anger management classes about to go hard💯

also kane interaction anyone? no? ok i’ll leave…

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[sulfurz]

*ೃ༄ DAY OFF (edge x fem!reader)

*ೃ༄ PAIRING: edge x fem!reader

*ೃ༄ REQUESTED BY: @micheleamidalajedi

Can I have "Your eyes are beautiful" with Edge pretty plss 🥹

*ೃ༄ WARNINGS: pure fluff, some suggestiveness if you squint

*ೃ༄ WORD COUNT: 688

*ೃ༄ NOTE: shorter than usual but possibly my fav bit i’ve wrote so far (that’s my baby(50 year old man))

you had gotten used to waking up alone these days. between training and everything that came inbetween, adam was rarely able to stay in bed past six in the morning.

personally, you enjoyed a lie in, your own job being able to be performed on your own time ever since you opened your own business. it made things pretty perfect, and in the rare times adam had more than 5 minutes, you’d often have him helping you out by modelling your designs or something along the sort. that was, on some days, the most you got to see of him.

usually, when you came to, with the soft light of the morning entering your apartment building, you’d roll over to find the other side of the bed already empty. you never minded too much, using the opportunity to starfish across the entire bed and most like go back to sleep. there was always a part of you that wished adam could be there to cuddle instead, but you never held his regime against him.

so, one random, seemingly mundane tuesday when you did your morning roll, the body you met under your arm was just an added bonus.

as you shifted and slung your arm across adam’s bare chest, you couldn’t help the smile that cling to your lips when you heard him hum in acknowledgment. it appeared neither of you were ready to open your eyes just yet, but the movement as he lifted his own arm to rest on top of yours was more than welcomed.

“good morning” he spoke gruffly, voice still laced with sleep. you were sure yours wouldn’t be much better, so you chose to bury your face into the crook of his neck to mumble your own morning wish.

he chuckled quietly, his other hand scratching at your head from where his arm was underneath you.

you allowed yourself a while to relax, revel in the silence and the warm body below you. the sun peeping through the crack in the curtains only got brighter as it rose in the sky, and you couldn’t help the groan of displeasure you let out as you pushed your head further into adam’s body to avoid the light.

“fight the sun for me.” you murmered, voice cracking from lack of use.

“of course, i’ll defend your honour.” adam played along, sounding a lot more awake now than you did.

“bring me back a cloud or something.”

adam pressed a soft kiss into your hair, the one thing that caused you to look up from your hiding spot. his eyes lit up when you finally caught his gaze, immediately closing the distance to peck your lips in a closed mouth kiss.

“i missed waking up to you.” you admitted immediately, loving the feeling of his warmth, coupled with the hand that gently graced patterns on your shoulder. it was always better waking up by his side.

the smile he gave you in response was almost blinding, your heart doing a weird flip of content. “let’s make the most of it?” he joked, wiggling his eyebrows under you slapped his shoulder lightly.

“you’re insatiable.”

adam laughed along with you, spare hand moving up to gently brush a piece of hair behind your ear. despite his less than pg joke before, the adoration exuding from his features was soft and warm, a clear sign he had missed it too.

he seemed to search your eyes for a moment, the corners of his lip dancing upwards in a grin. “your eyes are beautiful.”

you blinked quickly, taken aback by the sudden direct show of affection, but it was quickly brushed off by the want to get your hands on his face. and also maybe his cooking.

“come on,” you uttered, squeezing his cheeks quickly before jumping to your feet, nearly dragging a shocked adam who still had a hold of you along with you “i want breakfast.”

“i was enjoying myself actually.” he pouted, following you nonetheless.

“if you make me an omelette i’ll feed it to you.”

“if you sit on my lap it’s a deal—“

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#✍🏻 requests : micheleamidalajedi #wwe imagines #edge x reader #edge imagine #edge scenario #edge imagines #edge x you #adam copeland imagine #adam copeland #wwe edge #wwe edge imagine #wwe x reader

[moondust-imagines]

90′s Edge smut headcannons

he’s a himbo and I love him, your honour

warnings: smut obvs, so 18+ plz

Edge is horny all the time, he’s insatiable. He wants quickies before a match, after a match, when you get in the car, when you get to the hotel. Sometimes, you have to force him to take a break because you’re sore. Christian stopped sharing rooms with him because of this.

He is a total exhibitonist. His favourite game is trying to get you to scream for him while you’re fucking backstage or in a hotel room with paper-thin walls. You’ve almost been arrested after being caught in the back of the car. Honestly, he’d probably fuck you in the middle of the ring if he could.

He LOVES giving oral. He’ll spend hours going down on you. He loves feeling you squirm for him. Of course, he’ll never say no to recieving. He swears your mouth is from heaven. This can also play into his exhibitionism, the risk of getting caught just does it for him.

He’ll buy you tons of lingerie, mainly because he won’t stop ripping it off of you. Red and black lace is his favourite but he just loves seeing you in your underwear. He has a polaroid of you in a black set in his wallet, it’s very useful for nights on the road.

Look, this man loves his hair but when you pull it? Oh, it makes him go feral. When he’s going down on you and he feels that slight tug, he’ll let out the most guttaral moan. Basically, if you want to turn him to mush, pull his hair. He does however love pulling your hair too, he loves the control over you.

He’s not a big fan of sharing you. Sure, with the girls he was just hooking up with he didn’t mind getting Christian involved but it’s different with you. You belong to him and it’s not like he needs any help getting you off.

#wwe imagine #wwe edge x reader #wwe edge imagine #edge x reader #edge imagine #smut #aew imagine #adam copeland x reader #adam copeland imagine

[officialchristiancagebbgirlblog]

Can I have prompts 33 “Come here, baby” + 40 “If it ever gets bad again, can you promise you’ll tell me? I don’t want you to go through this alone” with Edge plss? I need some fluff of him helping with anxiety and depression

Tag: @judgementdaysunshine

Fic type: angst/fluff

Warnings: mention of medications and suicidal thoughts

Word count: 858

Link to masterlist

Sorry this has taken so long to come out, had a bit of writers block recently but I think I’m coming back around. Happy reading 🩵

“I’m still a few hours away, baby, but I’ll be as quick as I can to come home!” Was the last thing Adam had said to you before he hit the road again. He had recently suffered a minor injury while working so he had to come back home to recover and rest. Thankfully, he wasn’t too badly hurt, only suffering a sprained ankle. However since it wasn’t severe, at best he may only get a few weeks to recover.

At this point, he had been away from home for about two months and you were desperately missing him. More than you had anticipated. Since you had a part time job you couldn’t travel with him so you were stuck in your shared home. Alone.

Being alone was a massive fear of yours. Less so for the idea that something could happen with another person, and more so the idea that your thoughts might spiral out of control. The medication you would normally get was out of stock and you had been going without for about three weeks. Although you weren’t explicitly dependent on them and you could still function without, you found that taking the pills silenced certain…thoughts. And without them? They were running rampant. You had tried everything to distract yourself: walking, baking, having a shower, having a hot drink, or whatever else your therapist would suggest. But nothing truly helped. Besides the medication.

So you had been laying in bed for the last few days. No showering. No eating. No drinking. All you had the strength to do was get up to use the loo, and wallow in your own negative mind. It felt like you were glued to the bed half the time. You knew you had to get up and clean yourself and the room but you just couldn’t find the strength. All you could think about was those dark thoughts. Those scenarios. Those…solutions.

For the first time in days, you felt tears roll effortlessly out your eyes, down your cheeks. It was exhausting having to deal with depression and anxiety. You so badly wanted to fix the problem but you just couldn’t bring yourself to do that or anything for that matter. From somewhere in the house, you heard rustling. It was like the sound of bags being moved around, zippers being opened, but you couldn’t pinpoint the exact noise. Though when the TV turned on, you figured Adam must’ve finally arrived home. Secretly, you were dreading this moment that was fast approaching. You didn’t want him to see you like this. He was aware that you suffered from mental health issues but not to this extremity. And as the door slowly opened, you held your breath, hoping you’d wake up from a horrible dream again.

But unfortunately, you were wide awake. Adam walked into the room with a big smile, excited to finally see you again! But when he saw the state you were in, it dropped completely. He was completely speechless, heart shattered at the sight. Adam tip-toed over to you to properly look at you.

“Oh, come here baby.” He whispered, effortlessly lifting you from the bed into his arms. You were numb. Physically and emotionally. All you could do now was rest your aching head on his shoulder as he moved you into the bathroom, running you a hot bath. Once ready he undressed you, and helped you in the water.

“Stay here,” he smiled, kissing your forehead, “get nice and comfortable while I clean the bedroom, okay?”

His voice was so soothing, helping to melt away the numbness in your body. Laying back, you closed your eyes as the hot water stung your skin. It was a nice sensation. After days of nothing but a dirty bed, laying in something that hurt was a nice change. 15 minutes later, he came back in to help get you clean, scrubbing away at your body and hair. The feeling was amazing and you found yourself to slowly come around, just slightly though. It wasn’t until you were both laid in a clean bed that you started to feel more comfortable.

“I…I’m sorry that I didn’t tell you that this was happening.” You admitted weakly, begging for the dark waves to disappear from your body. “I didn’t want you to worry about-“

“If it ever gets bad again, can you promise me you’ll tell me? I don’t want you to go through this alone.” He interrupted. His voice was desperate, breaking in the middle of his sentence. Looking at him, you could see tears well up in his eyes. You knew that as terrible it was for you, you were used to the effects of your mental health. For him, he didn’t see it as often. Certainly not the ugly side where you don’t clean yourself or eat for as long as you had done in his absence. Since you refused to ever make a promise you couldn’t keep, you told him you’d do your best. That was enough for him and he pecked you on the nose, pulling you in for a closer cuddle, terrified of ever losing you.

#adam copeland #edge wwe #rated r superstar #adam copeland x reader #adam copeland imagine #adam copeland fanfic #edge x reader #edge imagine #edge fanfic

[bunnywanted]

i was thinking about how i’d love to sit you in my lap and get you all worked up - your back leaning against me, my left hand wrapped around your throat while the right’s busy groping at your tits. covering the side of your neck in hungry kisses and licks, trailing them behind your ear and down your jaw, my lips and tongue against yours once i start stroking your cunt so i can feel you moan into my mouth. fingers playing with your pretty pussy for what feels like hours with no end in sight because every time i start to rub a little faster and a little tighter, once your head drops back against my shoulder and you start moaning into my neck and bucking your hips - grinding your ass against the bulge in my pants, i stop.

#edg!ng #wlw nsft #wlw ns/fw #wlw smut #wlw concepts #wlw imagine #wlw mood #sapphic nsft #sapphic smut #⌨️

[litaskick]

oh my god, Notice Me with edge was absolutely mind blowing and has EASILY become one of my favorites! Keep up the amazing work <3 xx

So, it made me muster up the courage to request something else for Edge. How about drunk Adam accidentally confessing his love to the reader? Pretty random, I know LMAO

tyy!! i love a good soft edge moment like this request.

my requests are open, request here - who i write for - request rules -  Edge Master List

summary: A drunk Adam accidentally confesses his long withheld love for you.

Drunken Confessions

You sat on the couch in your living room, a random show playing softly on the tv. You looked over to the clock, it was getting pretty late, 11:45 pm. You really did probably need to get in bed, you had a long day of driving to the next show tomorrow. But you really had to enjoy the small amount of time each week that you got to actually spend in your own home. Suddenly, you heard a knock at the door. That was odd, you couldn't think of anyone that would need you this late, and if they did, why didn't they just call you on your phone. You got up off the couch and over to the door. When you opened it, there was a very rough and drunk looking Adam. You could small the alcohol radiating off of him from the other side of the door, and that made you cringe a little.

"Adam?" You questioned.

"Hey y/n." He hiccuped.

You sighed a bit, knowing what you're job for the rest of the night was. You and him were best friends, and this happened somewhat often. Adam would go to a bar with Christian and a bunch of the other guys, get absolutely wasted, and then stumble over to your doorstep or hotel room, and every single time, you took care of him. It didn't happen too often, Adam wasn't an alcoholic or anything, but at least every three months, this happened. You guess it worked out pretty well this time because you had to drive with him tomorrow anyways. You gestured for him to come in, you closed the door behind him. You took in his appearance, disheveled hair, a spill of whatever he was drinking on his blue shirt, his eyes all droopy and tired looking. 

"Looks like you had a good time tonight." You commented.

He nodded enthusiastically. You just shook your head with a smile. The scent radiating off of him was nauseating, so you knew you had to get a very drunk Adam into the shower, and it definitely wasn't an easy thing to do.

"Let's get you into the shower." You said, taking his hand and leading him to the bathroom.

"Do I have to?" He pouted.

"Yes, you smell horrid." You replied.

Adam sniffed his shirt and shrugged. You began to strip him down to only his underwear.

"You good to shower yourself?" You raised an eyebrow.

Adam nodded. "Yeah, yeah, I can do it." His words slurred.

You nodded, turning on the shower and motioning for him to get in. "I'm going to go get you a towel and some clothes, you get in there." 

He gave you a thumbs up, and with that you went to gather a towel and some clothes. Lucky for him, he had some spare clothes here. You grabbed the shirt and shorts, and then grabbed a towel, heading back to the bathroom. 

"Y/n." He called for you.

"Right here." You replied, laying down the towels and clothes. 

Adam poked his head out of the shower curtain, a goofy smile on his face when he saw you.

"You done?" You asked him. He nodded. "Okay, your towel and clothes are right here, I'll be outside the door if you need me. Soon enough, he got changed and dried off before coming back out the door. Getting him showered tonight ended up being way easier than you thought, usually it was a whole ordeal. You walked over to the kitchen, Adam stumbling behind you. You sat him down at the table and handed him a bottle of water. 

"Drink that." You told him.

"Why?" He asked.

"Because it'll help you a little bit in the morning." You explained.

"Help me? C'mon y/n, I'm not even that drunk." Adam said, his words slurring together, a hiccup or two here and there.

"Oh really?" You spoke, unconvinced.

"Yep, I'll be just fine in the morning." He claimed, crossing his arms like a child.

"I'd hope so because we have a long drive tomorrow." You propped your head up with your arm. 

"Don't even worry about it." His hand coming up to wave you off.

You cocked your head at him, sliding the bottle of water back over to him. "Well can you at least just drink the water for me?" You asked, knowing that some how you had to get him to drink this water.

A dramatic sigh escaped him. "Fine. You know I've never been able to say no to you." He took a sip from the bottle.

"Never been able to say no to me?" You asked amused and confused at the same time. 

"Yeah, never, I love you too much. Since I met you." He explained.

You felt a blush rise up to your cheeks, you knew it was just the alcohol talking. "You're drunker than I thought, Adam." You smiled.

Adam shook his head. "I'm serious, I really do love you. Just don't wanna ruin our friendship, y'know." He took some more water from the bottle. "I was talking to Christian about it tonight, he thinks I should just ask you out already, but I just don't know how. Don't wanna lose you over something like that. Losing you would be my worst nightmare." 

You honestly couldn't believe what you were hearing, you had always loved Adam too. You wanted to give into what he was saying right now so bad, but you knew that it was the alcohol making him say those things. You noticed that all the water was gone. 

"We'll talk about this some other time when you aren't so drunk. Right now, let's just get you to bed." 

Adam nodded, obviously exhausted. As soon as you got him up to your room and his head hit the pillow, he was out like a light. You would just sleep on the couch for the night, it wasn't a big deal. Before you laid down though you figured it would be a good idea to lay him out some painkillers, water, and some crackers for the morning. You went back downstairs to gather all of them items and when back up the your room where Adam was sleeping and laid them on the nightstand. Finally, you laid back down on the couch. Soon enough you fell asleep as well, but what Adam had said earlier never left your mind. You really wished that it wasn't just the alcohol making him say those things. You wanted it to be true that Adam actually loved you.

The sun coming in through the windows woke you up. You stretched and sat up, rubbing your eyes a bit. You didn't really feel like getting up and ready yet, so you decided to just sit on the couch and watch an old reruns of Bewitched. About 30 minutes passed by and you heard Adam coming down the steps. You wondered if he even remembered a single thing that had happened last night. He came and sat down next to you on the couch. You turned your head to look at him.

"You feel okay?" You asked softly.

"I have a headache but I took some ibuprofen." Adam answered you.

You nodded. "Well I'm glad that's all, last night it seemed like you were going to have a pretty bad hangover." 

Adam didn't say anything, just staring down at his hands. You cocked your head to the side. "Adam are you sure you're feeling okay? You're being oddly quiet." You questioned.

He looked up at you. "I'm fine, I promise. I'm just thinking about something." 

"About what?" You asked carefully, scooting a little closer to him. 

Adam was silent for a moment. "When I said I loved you last night, it wasn't just drunk me talking." He confessed.

"I'm surprised you even remember saying it." You giggled, but stopped when you saw the serious expression on Adam's face. 

"If you don't like me like that it's totally fine. The last thing I would want to do is ruin what we have. We can just forget about it and never bring it up again. It's just-" He started rambling.

"Adam." You interrupted him.

He looked up at you.

"I love you too." You told him, a small smile on your face.

"Thank god." He put a hand on his chest and leaned back into the couch, which earned a laugh out of you.

"That would have been so bad if you said no." He laughed.

"Well lucky for you I said yes." You smiled.

"Very lucky for me." Adam grinned, bringing you in for a kiss.

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[aritamargarita]

ATTITUDE || 013

im sorry if this chapter is kinda shorter than expected. im sleepy and i would’ve put a timeskip to add the next show but it makes sense to wait on it. promise i’ll make it up to you, time out with [name] will return in the next chapter!

i feel like reader is getting sassier every time i write her—also i don’t even like jerry lawler but im going to deal with it for the sake of commentary.…

The match wasn’t too bad so far. You were already a bit in and you focus your attention to the ring. Currently, The Rock had just hit Kurt Angle with a Samoan drop.

You could feel the crowd becoming antsy, even chanting ‘Rocky!’ every second they got. ‘Wow.’ You begin, adjusting your headphones. ‘They’re really coming alive tonight, huh? Hey, Austin! Who’s side are you on tonight??’

It got to the point where both men were crawling over to their respective corners, reaching out their hands for a tag.

He looks over at you with a dumbfounded look. You should know better than to even ask. ‘No one’s side but my own.’

‘It sounds you’re supporting The Rock.’ You conclude. He starts to speak, but you quickly cut him off. ‘Hey, viewers at home! Austin’s supporting Rock! Can you belie—‘

‘Shut your damn yapper!’ It’s not like he denied it either. ‘I told ya’ who’s side I’m on. You need to be put in time out.’

‘Time out? What am I, 10?? You can’t put me on time out!’

The two of you go back and forth like that for a while, but as soon as The Rock makes his hot tag to Kane, it all went out the window. The crowd erupts in cheers at the Big Red Machine taking care of Kurt.

To the point where you kinda felt bad. Of course, just for him. There’s zero sympathy for Jericho. It’s why you smile with glee when Kane takes him down with a Big Boot after trying to interfere.

So this is Kane, huh? He was monstrous. A force of power. For some reason you felt captivated by his strength.

‘[Name], now you and Y2J have your issues. But there’s rumors that say you two are involved with each other.’ JR says. ‘How do you feel about that?’

You look over in disgust. ‘Ew, don’t ever assault my ears like that again. I should be the last person you should even be asking about being involved with Jericho.’ You gag, covering your mouth. ‘I almost threw up!’

Austin agrees with you. ‘I’m right behind ya’. Let loose right on this table here. There’s a stick so far up his ass I bet he can taste it. Between him, little Rocky, and Angle, I’m not sure who I hate more..’

You decide to piggyback off of him. ‘I don’t mind anyone in the ring besides Jericho. I hope he loses tonight. I’ll laugh in his face as soon as that bell rings. If you open a dictionary, he’d be the definition of egotistic.’

‘It really is the battle of egos in the ring!’ Jerry nods.

Back and forth, Jericho and Kurt tag each other in for a double team. The Rock has yet to be tagged in.

‘This isn’t looking too good,’ You say. ‘I don’t know—‘ As soon as you say that, Kane recovers and Irish whips Kurt into the corner. Kurt runs right back into him and Kane quickly power slams him into the mat.

Now, both men were crawling to get a tag. ‘I’ll eat my words!’ You chime. The both of them make their respective tags and they switch, with The Rock immediately getting the upperhand. ‘Wow! Rock’s on fire!’

Austin just rolls his eyes. ‘I hope he burns ta’ death.’

Completely dominating the competition, The Rock goes even further and flips Kurt into the ring, then tosses him out. He then hits Jericho with a Spinebuster.

But then, he starts trying to apply a Sharpshooter! You had to stand up out of your seat, excited to see it. It had to be one of your favorite submission moves. He could really win with this one.

Oops, nevermind. Kurt comes back and slams his forearm into the back of The Rock’s head. Kane was there to take care of things.

Kane picks Kurt up and tosses him out of the ring once more, the latter slamming onto the ground in front of color commentary. Kane then gets out of the ring, hopping onto the floor.

All you can do is stare, and as he’s about to deal more damage to Kurt, he turns his attention to the commentary table. He’s looking straight at you and you stare back.

You wave. He doesn’t do anything back. He just stares.

Austin somehow had mistaken that Kane was looking at him. ‘The hell are you lookin’ at, ya damn jobbernowl?!’ Just for extra measure, he gives him the middle finger. It’s like he WANTED to go to anger management, jeez.

The Rock finally hits Jericho with a DDT and pins him. And that’s it! That’s the match!

You give a round of applause. You’re elated that Jericho lost tonight, it’s what he deserves. You were so excited that you took your headphones off, hop out of your seat, and grab The Rock’s title.

‘The hell is she up to??’ Austin was confused by your actions, taking off his own headphones.

You reach the title through the ropes with a smile. The Rock looks at you warily, but slowly takes the title. You smile up at him. You could tell he’s confused.

Suddenly, a hand on your shoulder pulls you back.

“What’re ya’ doing givin’ him the title?!” Austin yells.

“Um?! I was just being nice!”

He’s already heard that excuse. “What a load of bologna!” He waved his hand at you. “We’re gettin’ outta here!”

Was it really time to go? You had one last thing to do before you left. “Hold on!” You wanted to rub Jericho’s loss in his face.

But before that, you could see the final stare off between Austin and The Rock. Everyone was definitely anticipating something happening between them, but you didn’t want to stay long enough to witness.

You quickly roll in the ring, leaning down so Jericho can hear you. “HOW DOES IT FEEL TO BE A LOSER?! HUH?! HUH?!”

He flinched at your words, but before he could grab at your leg to pull you down, you jump back. No way he’d take you down that easy.

But, hey, you have to remember what Debra said. You couldn’t antagonize him. You had to be the bigger person..

And you damn sure would try your hardest. Maybe if you walked away now, she’d reconsider your classes!

You do so, rolling out of the opposite side of the ring and wait for Austin to meet you there. It’s time to get the hell out of here.

HOTEL ROOM // 8:23 PM

The phone rings, so you roll over in bed to pick it up. “Hello?”

“Hey.” Lita’s voice came from the other side of the line, her voice slightly tired. “What’re you up to?”

“Nothing.” You respond. “What, are you going to ask what I’m wearing next?”

Your words bring a laugh out of Lita. “Hilarious. I was just curious on how things went with Jeff yesterday?”

“Things got interesting. Promise to not tell anyone?”

“Of course.”

“Well, I kissed him when you guys left, but that’s all. We did nothing other than that.”

Lita gasps. “Really?? That’s why he was smiling like crazy the entire night...”

Thank god the room was a single suite. You weren’t sure what you’d do if this information got into the wrong hands. Your clothes were neatly folded once more, this time with no shaky hands! You were proud of yourself.

“Oh yeah? He was smiling the whole time?” It brought a smile to your own face. “That’s nice. But enough about me. What’s up with you and Team Extreme??”

Lita sighs. “Still unresolved. I don’t know what I’m going to do. All of us, all we’ve been doing is fighting and I don’t know how to fix it….’

“Hmm..” You go into thought for a minute. How would you approach a situation like that anyway? It’s hard to talk after all that yelling. You’ve witnessed one argument, and it’s safe to say you don’t want to see anymore. “You know, Debra is forcing me AND Austin into anger management. On that note, maybe you should look into couples therapy. You and Matt.”

Lita’s just starts to snicker. “Oh wow. I’m sorry—“ You could tell she was trying her hardest not to laugh. “You and none other than Stone Cold Steve Austin,” She says the name for a full effect, “..are going to anger management. That is something I never thought I’d hear.”

“It’s a shocker, isn’t it?” You say, rolling over to the nightstand. The cord had gotten stuck, so you had to untangle it. “We were forced, it’s not like we can go against Debra’s word.”

“She’s like your mom or something.”

“Definitely.”

“Hey, wait, you weren’t doing anything, right?“ Lita asks. You give her a “no”, and you could just tell there’s a smile on her face. “Good. We’re going to IHOP. What’s your room number?” A pancake addict in the making, it seems. “I still haven’t gotten any and I think it’d be a good way to talk. There’s a lot I need to tell you that I can’t say here.”

“And what better than doing it over a plate of pancakes, right? Sure, I’ll come with you.” You definitely had a lot to tell her, but you were pretty sure it was vice versa. Before you can talk with her anymore, the phone rings again. “Hold on, I’m getting another call.”

Momentarily trying to figure out what button was used to put someone on hold, you tap it quickly and hit the button to accept the next line. “Hello?”

“Evening, Nitro Girl.”

It’s Triple H. Or should you say Hunter? You were shocked to hear his voice again.

“Evening.” You greet back.

“Got anything new for me?”

“I don’t, unfortunately.” You sigh. “I’m surprised you’re calling me, what’s the deal?”

“I’m returning to the ring in about a week. I’ve already been making my rounds backstage. I’d like you to keep your eyes peeled and your ears open. I know there’ll be a lot of talk.” He said. “If Jericho or someone close to him has a blabber mouth, report back to me.”

You weren’t sure how you missed him tonight, but there’s always next time. “As if Jericho has any friends. His ego is so inflated I’m not sure there’s any room for them. But I’ll do what you ask.”

“Atta’ girl. That’s all I can ask for. Stephanie’s been acting….normal for the most part. Hasn’t talked about anyone else lately since I’ve mentioned coming back to wrestle. She seems excited.”

“That’s a given. You’re coming back to the ring. From what I’ve heard, you two were pretty unstoppable when it came to matches. She helped you out a lot.” It was true. Stephanie always interfered one way or another. You shrug slightly. “I’m sure business partners are out of the window.”

He’s silent for a minute, but before you can begin talking again, he goes first. “I’m still led to believe that she could be sleeping with someone else. You’d better get used to this, we’ll be calling very frequently from now on.”

Oh great! You’ll be talking to him for a while then. Especially if what he thinks turns out to be true.

“You know, I can think of maybe TWO people who definitely wouldn’t approve of this partnership…” You trail off, wrapping the phone cord around your finger.

“Then this is just our dirty little secret. I told you, nothing more, nothing less.”

“Well, what if there’s more?”

He seemed intrigued. “Go on.”

You’ll take your chances. You’ve already made your bed, it’s time to lie in it. Even if the accusations were false, you’d pretend like you never spoke to him. “You and I, how about we get even closer? I mean, if Stephanie’s possibly stepping out, why don’t you give her a taste of her own medicine? I mean, if your instincts are telling you the truth.”

“That’s cute. Listen, I’m only about business. I don’t normally stray past business relationships.”

“Unfortunate.”

“However, I may make an exc—“

Knocks at your door had made you get up out of bed. “Shoot. I’ve gotta go. I’ll talk to you later.” You don’t even give Hunter a chance to respond before you slam the phone onto the base. Getting up, you open the door.

Of course, It’s Lita that’s waiting for you, car keys in hand.

“You ready?”

You were in fact, not ready. Between having to throw something suitable on and haphazardly printing directions, you were a little off.

“[Name]?”

“Yeah?”

“…When you printed out those directions, are you sure they were to go to IHOP?” Lita asks. “Because right now, that looks like a Waffle House.”

“Waffle House?” You repeat. “What?” She stops the car momentarily, pulling over so she can read the directions herself. She points to the yellow sign first, then looks back to the paper.

“Yup. This says to Waffle House. What the hell did you do on the hotel computer? More importantly, how did you mess up?! International House of Pancakes and Waffle House aren’t the same thing!”

You just laugh. It’s all you can do. There’s always something getting in your way. No pancakes tonight!You two were already close to the end. “W-Why aren’t you laughing?”

“…Because it’s not funny.”

“I’m sorry. I don’t know how that happened! I guess we’re eating waffles tonight. We’re already here.” You shrug, throwing your hands out defensively. Lita can only huff.

“Fine. But next time, I get to print the directions and you drive.” She pulls back into the street to enter the parking lot and all you can do is smile.

It’s only about 8:35. You’d probably be getting back to your room at a decent time! Not bad at all. You were pretty hungry, so you hoped they could cook fast.

You two entered the building and were seated quickly. It was sort of busy, but you liked hearing the chatter from nearby. It made you feel comfortable.

Lita takes a seat from across you. “I think me and Matt are done for a while…” She begins. “It’s just too much. I can’t deal with it right now. I feel like all he cares about is himself.”

“I told you, you’d better look into like, some type of therapy. It sounds like you guys are really going through it right now.”

Instead of laughing, she seems to mull over it. “Mmmm, I don’t know. I’m just tired of all the yelling. They’ve got another match coming up so I’m hoping this all goes away.”

“I could invite you to anger management.” Extending the offer to her could only make her scoff.

“Hell no.”

Once you two ordered your food, you felt like it was your turn to say what’s been on your mind. “You know remember who called on the hotel phone? You’ll never guess who it was.” You pause for dramatic effect. “..Triple H.”

“What??” Lita was definitely taken aback. She could remember it like it was yesterday. Funnily enough, it was him and Austin who had terrorized not only herself, but targeted both the Hardy Boys. Even Stephanie got in on it. And it’s not like you had a clue, you weren’t in the company yet. “Are you serious?”

You idly pick up your fork with a nod. “Yeah. Whole thing is, he thinks Stephanie is cheating or something. Now we’re like not-so-official business partners.”

Lita was all for taking Stephanie down. She was a thorn in her side last year for the Women’s Championship. The feud was mostly over, but she had a right to feel bitter. “Whatever you do, I’ll be supporting you.”

For some reason, you felt a bit surprised she didn’t protest. No doubts, no nothing. She just said she’ll support you. “Wow, okay.”

“And I’m sure Jeff will be right behind you.” She gives you a devilish smile, making you roll your eyes.

You weren’t entirely sure about that. “That was only a one time thing, I don’t think it’ll happen again. I’m sure Jeff was still pretty woozy from his last match and the one before.” You can only hope it’s the opposite.

Lita can only reply in a sing-song voice, mocking and mirroring yours from earlier that night. “I don’t think sooooo!”

Your food was set down on the table. After thanking the waiter, the only thing you could do was rub your forehead. “You’re a real piece of work.”

“I’m sure you love me anyway.“

reader + jeff is in fact, not a one time thing. *puts y’all in a tag team match*

i’ve always heard mapquest was used for directions back then…so staying true to the 2001 theme they had to use it LMAO

lita & reader are just fun to write together!! you gotta love team extreme. but im trying to think how to involve matt tbh he is a big meanie. and im sorry i have to say this but y’all gonna be like 😮 at one of the parts next chapter IM SOO SERIOUS it’s definitely in the works

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