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iiconicxpersona · 2 years

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Make It Right

Chapter Two.

Chapter One here

Jay White x Fem Reader x Juice Robinson

Warnings: domestic abuse, cheating, slight smut (+18 minors dni)

Word count: 1476

After you explained to Jay what happened you could see the rage building up in his eyes. He knew Juice was a little aggressive to you lately but never did he think Juice would ever lay a hand on you. Jay quickly and aggressively began dressing himself.

“Where are you going?” You asked.

“I’m just gonna go have a talk with him.” He lied and you knew it by the tone in his voice.

“Jay please don’t!” At this point he was slipping on his shoes and was about to walk out the door. “Jamie White if you care about me at all you’ll leave this alone!” He stood extremely still as he debated walking out but soon enough settled on staying with you. “Thank you.” You whispered.

He sat beside you on the bed and tucked your hair behind your ear. Slowly he leaned in to kiss your cheek where Juice had hit you. “You’re staying with me tonight. I’ll make sure he doesn’t touch you.”

Refusing to argue with him, you nodded in agreement. You were tired. “Do you have any extra clothes I can wear? Just so I can get cleaned up before bed.”

He nodded and went to his duffel bag to give you one of his t-shirts and a pair of sweatpants.

You stepped into the shower and let the hot water hit your body as you stood there lost in thought. Where did it all go wrong? Why was Juice taking all of his frustrations out on you? He was never like this before. Sad and overwhelmed, you sat down in the tub hugging your knees to your chest and sobbed. You must’ve been a little louder than you thought to get Jay’s attention.

“Y/N? You okay in there?”

You wiped away your tears and nodded as if he had seen you. “Uh yeah I’ll be out in a minute.”

You didn’t take much longer to clean yourself up, but when you stepped out of the bathroom the only light that was on was coming from the television.

Jay was laying on the left side of the bed and scrolling through his phone, once again in only his basketball shorts. When he finally noticed you, he jumped out of the bed and grabbed the spare blanket. “You can have the bed tonight and I’ll sleep on the couch.”

It was very difficult to not look at his body. He was in fantastic shape and he clearly loved showing off his hard work. You couldn’t tell if you were blushing or if your face was still in pain, but either way you found yourself fantasizing about being in his arms once again.

“Is that okay?” He smirked as he attempted to make eye contact with you.

“Hmm?” You shook your head as you snapped back into reality. “Oh! Y-Yeah that’s um…that’s fine.” You bit your lip to hold back a smile as you snaked past him to lay down on the bed with your back facing the couch.

You tossed and turned all night thinking about Juice. Was it your fault? Did you do something that made him turn out this way? Nothing about him made sense anymore. At times you found yourself debating if you even truly loved him anymore. Then suddenly you remembered the night you came home early from visiting your family to surprise Juice, only to catch him in bed with Toni Storm. Apparently Toni had no idea you two were even together and you excused her for it but you couldn’t help from feeling like such an idiot for not only excusing her, but forgiving him.

You felt your chest tighten as you sobbed silently. You tried your best not to wake Jay up but the sound of a blanket shuffling on the couch as well as his footsteps coming closer to you filled the room. He made his way to the other side of the bed and slid under the blanket. “Come here sweetheart. Don’t cry.” He whispered. Jay opened his arms and you held him as tight as you could. His body heat as well as the sound of his beating heart calmed you down.

It had been a long time since Juice last cuddled in bed with you. You missed this feeling so much. While it wasn’t your boyfriend holding you, it didn’t matter now. Jay was proving he was above and beyond the next best thing. Everything felt so right with Jay. You didn’t feel like you were cheating. You felt like this is where you belonged. But was it really? Or were you just that desperate for some kind of affection?

Jay gently rubbed your back and kissed your forehead to comfort you and in that moment all of your thoughts had slipped away as you drifted to sleep.

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The next morning you awoke in Jay’s arms. He looked so peaceful as he slept, slightly snoring and his hair hanging loose around his face. You smiled and gently caressed his face, tucking some of his hair behind his ear as he hummed and pulled you in closer. “Morning beautiful.” He whispered.

“Good morning.” You smiled.

“Did you sleep well?”

You nodded. “In your arms I did.”

He smiled. “So did I.”

Without saying another word he leaned in and kissed you passionately and this time you didn’t want to fight him off. You returned the kiss and pulled him closer until he was hovering over you. Your legs wrapped around his waist as your hands roamed his back. Heavy breathing filled the room as the kiss became more intense. Your tongues dancing together as his mouth engulfed your own.

You could feel him getting stiff as his hips ground deeper in between your thighs, causing you to let out a moan as your toes curled. One of his hands slowly slid underneath your shirt and groped your breast. You moaned louder into the kiss but Jay wanted to hear you. He trailed sloppy kisses down to your neck and you moaned in his ear. “Jay, please.”

“Please what baby?” He growled in between kisses.

Just as you were about to answer him, there was a sudden pounding at the door that made your heart stop.

“Who is it!?” Jay called out in frustration.

The voice responds “It’s me, Juice!”

You felt yourself panic as you and Jay jumped off the bed and you ran around to grab your clothes and into the bathroom to hide. Jay kept his composure and nonchalantly answered the door.

“Hey dude, sorry to bother you but have you seen Y/N?” Juice asked tiredly. Jay could tell he hasn’t slept all night. “She’s been out all night and I haven’t seen her. I tried calling but she won’t answer me.”

The fact that Jay knew Juice was lying made him want to laugh, but instead he just looked at Juice in confusion. “Well I haven’t seen her. Hopefully she’s not far.”

Jay noticed Juice’s eyes scanning inside Jay’s room. “Did you have company? Sounded like you had a girl in there with you.” Juice asked.

As you were listening to their conversation, you looked at your stuff and noticed that one of your shoes was missing. “Shit.” You mouthed.

“You probably heard the tv. Haven’t had a chance to turn it off yet.” Jay stated.

“Right. Well if you see her, just tell her I’m looking for her.” Juice said.

“Yeah. And Juice? Word to the wise, maybe if you’d treat your girlfriend a little better then you wouldn’t have this problem.”

Just then Juice froze in his steps. Anger building up as he turned to face Jay. “Oh yeah. Wise words from our fearless leader. Tell me something Jay, how does it feel to be you? Seriously, how does it feel to have everything you want at the snap of your fingers and not have any remorse for the person you’re taking it from? How does it feel?”

Jay and Juice were now toe to toe and Jay was not backing down. “Well, if said person feels so strongly about my success over his failures, then maybe he needs to take a long look in the mirror and realize I’m not the problem.”

They stood toe to toe and stared each other down for a little longer before Juice finally walked away.

You spent the next hour getting yourself together before finally convincing Jay to let you go back to your room by yourself. You decided you needed to leave for a while so Jay offered to pay for your flight back home.

You knew Juice would be in the room, but you weren’t going to give him the time of day. You walked in and gathered your luggage while Juice watched.

“So how long have you been fucking Jay White?”

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hookhausenschips · 2 months

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🌸-Fluff 🔥Smut 💔Angst 📸Social Media

Imagines

Coming Soon

Headcanons

Friends With Benefits 🔥

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mrsarcherofinfamy · 2 months

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I have always wanted to do a WIP list and never got around to it!

✨️UPDATED 4/27✨️

Well here it is!

Kip Sabian x Reader (18+)

Swerve Strickland x Reader X2

Ricky Starks x Big Bill x Reader

Tyler Bate x Reader

Baron Corbin x Reader

Angelico x Reader

Jey Uso x Reader

Santos Escobar x Reader (Request)

Bang Bang Gang x Reader

Juice Robinson x Reader

Cash Wheeler x Reader

Undisputed Kingdom x Reader

Top Flight x Reader

Austin Theory x Grayson Waller x Reader

Chuck Taylor x Reader x2

Matt Taven x Reader

Jack Perry x Reader

Kyle Fletcher x Will Ospreay x Reader

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seeingstarks · 11 months

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the cream on the cake wants to escape

summary : being newly signed to all elite wrestling, you don't know many people and expect no one to show up to your birthday party but end up with company of the devil himself and mr. best in the world. pairing : mjf x cm punk x plus size afab!reader cw : cursing, many sexual innuendos, teasing, breast grabbing/kneading, daddy/babygirl/daddy dynamic, implied cmjf references, thigh riding, cock/clit teasing, begging, male masturbation, blowjobs, dirty talk, double penetration, creampies, butt-plugs, slight bondage, ass slapping, utter filth. a/n : my birthday is in three days and with cm punk coming back soon i just had to whip something up also i love cmjf but basically this is something small i made for myself. i hope you all enjoy it though and as always reblogs are very much appreciated!! my ask box might be open soon for drabbles as i'm slowly getting the inspo for writing again. <3 there may be a few spelling/punctuation errors. word count : 2,518 words tag list : @josiewrites , @baysexuality

some of the talent backstage had their suspicions when you became apart of bullet club gold in just a matter of months after being signed to all elite wrestling.

the rumours began to spread, hushed whispers down the halls the moment you left a room. there was no getting away from your ex - however none of them knew what actually happened.

you carefully hand-wrote each invitation to your birthday party being held later that night, allowing everyone to bring a plus one. in each envelope corner you curled a cursive letter heart with your initials on it.

not knowing many people at all elite, you felt doubt that anyone would come. if you had known more people maybe they would have thrown you a surprise party instead of doing one for yourself.

with a sigh you sat down at catering after grabbing a boxed cupcake juice robinson gave you earlier but didn't have time to sit down and eat until now.

glancing around, not many seemed to even care or notice it was your birthday. they were either too wrapped up in their own lives or didn't see you sitting all alone.

pulling out a lighter from your jacket pocket you attempted to ignite the flame a few times but had no luck. "seriously, the one time where things go to absolute shit and it's my birthday!?" you cursed out weight shifting as you felt someone's presence next to you.

anyone but him. "how is my switchblade babe doin', aye? need a light?" jay questioned with a smirk before pulling out his lighter and igniting the candle on the cupcake as if it were nothing.

you rolled your eyes before even taking a glance at jay, "didn't need your help, and don't call me that. we're not together anymore. don't even know why we're in a stable together." you crossed your arms at your ex.

"wow.. last time i help a friend out. well, i'll leave ya' be then." jay stood up and walked away while you took the wrapper off your cupcake and took a bite from the sweet treat.

a single tear fell down from the corner of your eyelid, today of all days you felt most lonely. the salty liquid ran all the way down to your lips and you didn't want anyone to see you crying. luckily bullet club gold wouldn't be needing the locker room today as you booked it and locked the door behind you.

the rest of the day seemed to go by at an agonizingly slow pace, you began to set up pastel decorations and blew up a few balloons as the clock ticked down nearing the time for guests to arrive.

walking into the washroom, you fixed up your h/c hair and brushed it off to the side while fixing your black dress which hugged your curves perfectly. not having the time to put a bra on or even caring about it, you shrugged while looking in the mirror and threw a light jean jacket on over the dress while slipping on a pair of combat boots, comfort and style.

once ready, you took a seat on the sofa and waited a good ten minutes before someone knocked on the door, "coming!!"

once seeing who was in your doorway your mouth fell agape, so many questions filling your mind but words unable to form.

"you 'gonna just stand there or welcome me in, i'll move ya' if i have too." shaking your head, you simply giggled and stepped aside.

"how- when- where?" you questioned and raised an eyebrow while looking the chicago native up and down who did indeed age like fine wine.

"okay.. see lemme' explain. me and uh- let's say a co-worker of mine paid off the others not to come in order for you to have a special night, that is... if you want."

you punched phil on the chest, who didn't flinch the slightest. the chicago native pretending to be hurt and scrunching up his face, "ouch that hurt soooo much."

"i was crying earlier and this so called co-worker of yours is nowhere to be seen!" you yelled at him and punched the man once again.

"shhh, babygirl. there he is." your eyes left his and looked up to meet with a pair of dark hues belonging to the devil himself who locked the door behind him.

"aw, are you two getting started without me?" maxwell asked.

gulping thickly you hid you your face in the crook of the chicago native's neck, your cheeks starting to heat up the moment phil wrapped his large hands around your waist and gave a slight squeeze.

"so brave before and now look at her hiding... we're gonna' have fun with you tonight, such a shy doll isn't that right?" maxwell taunted and approached the two of you, the heat of his breath running down your own neck sending chills down your spine, "but tonight is all about the birthday girl.. tomorrow me and phil have our fun.. that is if you can still walk by the time we're done."

stepping away from phil momentarily, you allowed him to still hold your hips as you looked up at him with a soft smile. "well... i've always wanted to try thigh riding.." you admitted shyly while glancing between the two men as they each shared a knowing look which could only mean trouble.

"oh? whose thigh do you wanna ride first?" phil pulled you in closer, rubbing his hands along your curves and pressing his growing hard on up against you, "look what you're doing to me already baby.."

maxwell smirked as another pair of hands went behind your figure, going under your shirt and massaging your breasts as you let out a soft moan for the devil, "fuck- not wearing a bra, is that just for daddy?" he asked and pinched your nipples causing a whine to escape your lips all at the same time when phil brushed the tip of his cock up against your clothed entrance.

"n-no it mm- happened by coincidence but i will make sure to wear em' less for both my daddies." you responded with a grin.

"did you hear that phil? she's got two daddies now- will be fun adding a chick into our little adventures, hm?" max questioned the chicago native who simply nodded as the two men continued to tease you.

throwing your head back you let out another moan, your underwear soaked at this point simply by the fact of phil teasing your clothed clit with his cock and maxwell tormenting your breasts with his hands, kneading at them as your nipples hardened under his touch, "more daddy- please-" you begged and took a sharp breath.

lifting your arms up, maxwell helped rid you of the black dress and phil briefly picked you up off your feet to slip the combat boots which were discarded haphazardly toward the floor.

you looked down and attempted to take your underwear off which caused phil to shake his head, "not yet, baby. don't think we forget about your little request."

phil took his clothing off and laid back on the sofa, luring you over with a finger wave as you straddled his thigh he pushed his knee up against your clit.

"go ahead and get off on my thigh, babygirl." your cheeks heated up once given permission as you began to ride his thigh, soft whimpers and moans already falling from your lips at the friction being created from your underwear.

"look at you.. soaked already and you haven't even had a cock inside you yet. just imagine how messy you're gonna be with both me and max inside you." the mere thought of what phil just said caused you to ride his thigh even faster, the moans becoming louder, your attention being adverted for a moment as you looked over in the corner to see maxwell jerking himself off in the chair, "don't stop doll, 'wanna watch." he spoke with a pant and you kept eye contact with maxwell while moaning out, "mmm-fuck!"

you were clearly falling apart on the chicago native, his cock hard while watching the curved beauty above him get off on just his thigh. "daddy- i'm so close-" you whined and grinded up against the man before making even more of a mess in your underwear.

"fuck- i'm close too babygirl-" maxwell spoke in broken breaths and phil gave you the okay to leave his thigh but not before he took your underwear as a sort of token to his accomplishments.

you crawled off the sofa, ass in the air which was definitely a sight to see for phil as your clit was still soaked from moments before. you dropped down to your knees infront of maxwell who had cum already dripping from the tip of his cock.

you stuck your tongue out and gave him kitten licks, looking up at maxwell with hooded eyes as his hands wrapped around in your hair and tugged gently while you took more of his length in and sucked lovingly. the man was already edging himself so it didn't take long for him to fill the entirety of your mouth with his warm seed, "i forgot to buy cake but that was some good as hell frosting." you smirked and wiped the remainder of the cum off your lips.

"always more where that came from, baby. however when the clock strikes midnight we get to have fun our way."

"what does your way entail exactly, phil?" you asked in a shy tone.

"well.. let's just say instead of crying over a stupid ex it will be because of overstimulation or.." phil looked around the room, a smirk growing on his lips, "cause we tied you up with this pastel ribbon. all depends if you're a good girl for us or not. isn't that right?"

you nodded your head, "yes sir, but i rather like that idea."

maxwell stood up from the chair and approached you, "what do you say we try it out tonight?"

you nodded your head so fast if you were a bobble head it would have popped off, eager to have more fun with the two men. "yes, pretty please."

"oh.. look how desperate she is to be tied up and filled with two cocks... think she can handle us both at the same time?" maxwell asked phil.

"let's find out and see."

phil picked you up and carried you to the sofa, placing kisses on each wrist before tying them together with pastel ribbon.

"ass up, legs spread." maxwell used a demanding tone of voice which had you dripping, he ran his fingers along your folds, "such a good girl already. prepared for the devil to corrupt you?" it wasn't a question, more of a warning as he slid into your entrance, giving you little time to adjust in attempts to grasp at the sofa.

"fuck, such a beautiful sight. look at her already clenching onto you so tight max.." phil hummed and entered himself slowly into your asshole, nearly hissing at how tight you were.

"p-phil- you're huge!" you yelled out, head barely able to think of a single thought while being stuffed full of two humongous cocks.

phil slapped you on the ass while entering the rest of his cock into you slowly as maxwell started to thrust, "that's daddy to you, got it?"

"uh-mhmm! yes daddy!" words became incoherent mumbles once the two men picked up speed, both making sure you were okay but at the same time whispering absolute filth into your ears as you clenched around their lengths as if your life depended on it.

"f-fuckk! you both feel amazing!" grunts and groans alike fell from both their lips and you could've sworn you heard them both call each other daddy, leaving you to wonder what they did in the midnight hour before adding a woman into the mix. you were never one to judge but with you there it was three times the charm.

the moans became increasingly louder as they pounded into you relentlessly, you'd all probably end up with a noise complaint sooner or later.

"go ahead and cum babygirl.. we can feel how close you are." you felt the heat of the chicago native's breath up against your ear, "yes sir." the flood gates were open as you came around maxwell's cock and he released inside of you while phil did the same. the three of you continued to ride out the high but you were the most worn out.

phil was the first to pull out as cum dripped from his tip all the way down from your asshole, "i was 'gonna save this for later but.. you should open it now." he handed you a small black box wrapped with a gold bow, the contents inside being a butt-plug.

your eyes went wide as you looked over at the chicago native, "what am i supposed to do with this?"

"think y'know.. sweetheart.. want you to sleep with it in as a reminder who owns that ass." he smirked and took the plug from your hand before inserting it inside your body.

"y-yes sir, thank you for the gift daddy." you placed a kiss to the chicago native's lips which he then returned and nipped at your lower lip, leaving you to want more.

maxwell had been keeping you warm in a way with his cock as you felt him continue to twitch inside you, a whine falling from your lips when he pulled out aswell.

"don't worry baby. there is much more where that came from." maxwell revealed a brown gift bag with the words burberry inscribed on the outside.

you sat back on the couch, still panting a bit while opening the gift from max which was a matching set of burberry lingerie in just your size, on the side was a pair of angel ears.

pouting you looked between the two men and they each furrowed their eyebrows, "what's wrong, baby?"

"just wanted something to keep this cum inside me. love being full of both my daddies icing like a cake." you grinned up at them as phil had something hid behind his back, a matching plug to the one gifted, "you're in luck."

yawning, the night activities started to take a toll on you so you got dressed in the lingerie which would surely be torn apart by morning and you kept the chicago native's gifts quite warm aswell.

once returning from the washroom, maxwell and phil were in their boxers and you cuddled up between them on the sofa before shutting your eyes as they each placed a kiss to your cheek.

"how was your birthday?" maxwell asked as you rested against his shoulder and you scratched the chicago native's beard softly, noticing him start to drift off toward slumber with your loving touch.

"best birthday ever. thank you both so much. now get some sleep, knuckleheads."

phil slapped your ass playfully in response, "goodnight, babygirl."

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deepdisireslonging · 7 months

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Broken Negotiations

Bullet Club Gold kidnapped the Reader as a bargaining chip to worm Jay White into a championship match with Ricky. He’s supposed to have back-up. Family and friends that the Reader called in for such an occasion. But things go terribly wrong.

Pairing: Ricky Starks x Moxley!Reader

Warnings/Promises: canon-level hostage situation and violence, ANGST, choking, unhappy ending, whump in general

Word Count: 1040

Note: Yes, writing the reader as Jon Moxley’s cousin is my favorite trope. There’s just so many opportunities for angsty family situations that way. I’m not about to change now. Also, Ricky is really pretty when he's in distress. And I was in an angsty mood earlier this week. Happy, or unhappy reading!

The thin padding of foam under the ring’s canvas did nothing to protect your knees. You grunted when Juice Robinson dropped you, pressing a heavy hand onto your shoulder. On either side of you, Jay White and the rest of the Bullet Club Gold chuckled at your distress. You wouldn’t flinch. Wouldn’t budge. They could make all the demands they wanted, but you wouldn't let them use you to achieve their goals.

Still, tears burned behind your eyes at the scene in front of you.

Ricky’s chest was heaving. The dark bags under his eyes made him look like he hadn’t slept in weeks, much less the six nights since you’d been kidnapped. The championship dangled worthlessly in his hand. Like he’d drop it in a second.

You couldn’t let him do that.

As for the figures standing with him, they didn’t reassure you as much as you’d hoped. Your cousin, Mox, looked ready to hurl himself across the ring to bludgeon his way through your kidnappers. But Claudio’s hand on his shoulder kept him nervously in place. Yuta stood on Ricky’s other side. Cold. Calculating. Watching the ramp and the audience behind them for any tricks. But the way they stood apart from Ricky… The back-up was there for you. If things went south, you would be the only one looking out for him.

“You ready to… negotiate, Starks?” Jay laid a hand on the top of your head. Before his fingers could dig into your hair, you pushed it away. Juice’s grip tightened on your shoulder. “Here she is. Undamaged. Mostly, give or take a bruise or two. As promised.” Jay angled his head as a challenge. “You gonna hold up yours?”

Ricky looked down at the championship in his hand. Then he looked at you. Exhausted.

You shook your head. Not like this.

You yelped as Jay jerked you to your feet, hugging you close. His tight grip around your rib cage didn’t waver as you struggled for more room to breathe. “You don’t have to hand it over. Just agree to the match. Just you and me. Everybody else stays backstage. Your pretty one here,” he dug his nose into the space under your ear, “she can be on commentary though. Where we both can see her.” He passed you back to Juice, who held a hand over your mouth to keep you from interfering.

Still, you shook your head. Glaring at Jay, then at Mox, you did your best to signal to everyone you could that, under no circumstances, was Ricky to agree to any of these terms. Which would change the second that Jay needed them to whether that was now, or during the match.

You bit down on Juice’s finger, making him shout. “If you wanted a match so badly, why didn’t you ask Tony for a contract signing?” With a grunt, you continued to struggle to get out of the arms around your waist. “I know why. It’s because you don’t deserve one. There are better wrestlers with better winning streaks than you right now, and you’re not at the front of the line. So you’re trying to cut. It won’t work. I won’t let it-“

As Juice’s arm wrapped around your throat, you squeaked. Angling his body back, your feet left the canvas. He muttered “now I gottcha.” His mocking laugh buzzed in your brain as your oxygen depleted, and your struggling lessened.

“Alright!” Ricky tossed down the championship. Jay’s eyes greedily watched it crumple in the space between them. “She’s right, you don’t deserve one. But you can have a match. Right now. I don’t care.”

“No-“ Your vision began to spot.

“Let her go. And call a ref. For every bruise you’ve given her, I’m gonna break two bones in your body.”

The horror had only just begun.

While Ricky threatened Jay with every pain known to man, Claudio inched into his space. Juice released you just enough for your vision to clear in time to see the following struggle. Ricky’s mic dropped to the canvas with a bouncing thump. He flailed. His eyes bulged, then shut against the panic as the grip around his throat tightened. His nails clawed into Claudio’s forearms and shoulders where he could reach. Yuta watched on, glancing between Ricky beginning to fade and you. Finally, when Ricky stopped moving, Claudio released him. You cried out as his body landed in a heap.

“Alright.” Mox stepped forward, over the championship, into Jay’s space. “You gonna uphold your end?”

Jay grinned. Slowly, he looked at Juice.

You shoved him away when released. “What? Jon, what is this? Ow!” You were unable to dislodge his grip on your arm as he dragged you out and under the ropes. “No. Stop.” You glanced at the ring. Claudio and Yuta had left, working their way around to meet up with Mox. Inside, the Bullet Club Gold circled around Ricky as he started to stir. “Wait. We can’t leave him!”

“You shouldn’t be here to see this. Now come on. I’ve got you.” He nodded for Claudio to grab your other arm.

“You promised! You promised you wouldn’t do this. I asked for your help, to have his back like you’ve had mine. You promised!” You managed to break loose from Mox’s grip at that. In a terrifying mirror of your earlier position, Claudio wrapped his arms around your waist and began to carry you out of the arena. “NO! Please. Ricky!”

In the ring, the Gunn brothers had Ricky on his knees with his arms outstretched. He glanced up, his head lolling side to side as his brain tried to figure out which direction your voice was coming from. Looking for you, he didn’t see the danger. He didn’t see Jay with the championship in hand. He crumpled again as the metal plate on the belt crashed against his forehead. They backed off as a referee entered the ring.

Your vision began to spot again. Screaming for Ricky, so close after Juice had toyed with choking you out… it was too much.

The last thing you saw was Ricky on his feet, knees wobbling, fists up but punch drunk. The bell rang. And your world went dark.

#aew fanfiction #ricky starks fanfiction #wrestling whump #aew angst #ricky starks angst #ricky starks x reader #cousin!Mox

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mystic-story-lover · 1 year

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Can i request a friends to lovers story with a soft El Phantasmo? Since you write for him!

~Stipulations~

El Phantasmo x female!reader~

Word Count: 849

Warnings: None really?

Type: Fluff

Summary: El Phantasmo likes the reader, and agrees to a stipulation with Juice.

A/N: I’m so sorry this took so long anon, I’ve been struggling with such writers block lately

(Gif Is Mine)

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Ever since the G1 began, you’d been watching intently as your brother and two best friends progressed. You kept tabs on their opponents, as any good Bullet Club member would do, and focused on their tells in the ring. Before long, you were able to point out when a specific move would be happening, and how to determine it would be. Using your logic to the club’s will, you’d been able to score them multiple victories over the other wrestlers. It was slightly surprising how nobody caught on to your technique, but you were glad that they didn’t at the same time. Tonight, it would be your best friend, El Phantasmo, versus another best friend of yours, and Bullet Club member, Juice Robinson. They’d both agreed to have an extremely serious wrestling match, which you knew meant they were going to be up to something ridiculous. Especially since it was these two in the ring.

You knew that there was a chance of club members forced to fight one another, but you had hope that it wouldn’t come down to it. The guys didn’t seem to mind it though, knowing that they’d still cheer for their “brother”, no matter how the match ended. As Phantasmo stood behind the curtain, you turned to look at him, smiling as you were proud of how far he’d come in his career. Sure, he was a total weirdo, but that was one of the biggest things you loved about him. When his music hit, you both stepped into your character, and walked out from behind the curtain. As Jay requested, you were to escort both men onto the ramp tonight, and then you’d join the commentary team for the entirety of the match. It wasn’t your first time being on commentary for a Bullet Club match, so they knew what to expect when you got there.

Bullet Club was the heel faction, and they’d been since it began in 2013, and to say that you played the heel perfectly would be quite the understatement. On social media and on camera, the group of you were cruel, but when it was just the two of you, El Phantasmo was the biggest sweetheart. If you were having struggles with travel, a personal issue, or anything that you needed to talk to a friend about, he was right there by your side. When he was off the ramp, you’d stepped back behind to see Juice bouncing on the heels of his feet.

“Hey, you doing okay?” You questioned, placing a hand on his forearm.

“Honestly, I’m nervous. I mean, I know me and him talked about the match, but I still feel bad about how the match is going to end tonight.” He spoke, bowing his head.

“He’s the one who wanted it to go this way Juice, it’s not your fault. If it makes you feel better, when the match is over and your back here, I’ll help you win the arm wrestling match.” You chuckle and he lifts his head with a smile.

“Well, I’ll see you then,” he smiled before stepping into place. “Too sweet me baby.”

The two of you two sweet right as his music hits, and he switches himself out of his nerves. You’d thought Phantasmo was crazy when he told you that he wanted to hit Juice with the chair, which would lead to a disqualification, but you knew that once his mind was made up, he wouldn’t back down. It wasn’t something you agreed with, but you accepted that he wanted this for himself.

~~~

“And your winner of the G1’s second arm wrestling match, Juice Robinson!” You called between the two men, lifting Juice’s arm in the air.

“Not fair! You two cheated!” Phantasmo exclaimed.

“Rematch for the tie breaker?” Juice questioned, a knowing smirk on his face.

“Hell yeah, it’s on.” ELP spoke, getting in place, with his arm on the table.

“Stipulation, winner gets a date with Y/n.” Juice stated shrugging before placing his arm on the table. He knew that he’d intentionally lose, but he was trying to set you and his club brother up. It was tiring to watch him pine over you the way that he had been.

“Deal.” With that, you shook your head before smacking the table, the indication for them to start. It was quick and easy, Phantasmo quickly pulling out the best of his moves to get Juice’s hand on the table. When it connected, you smacked the table once more and raised the victor’s hand.

“I don’t mind losing this time, since I was sick of seeing you two hide around your feelings.” Juice shrugged again before walking off.

“So, looks like I earned a date,” Phantasmo smiled, brushing a hair behind your ear. “Good, I’ve been wanting to ask you out for a while.”

“You loser, you could have said something sooner.” You smiled and lifted yourself onto the tip of your toes, and placed a gentle kiss on the side of his mouth. “I’ll see you at our date, I’m going to go get ready.”

#anon request #el phantasmo #el phantasmo fluff #el phantasmo x reader #el phanstasmo imagine #njpw imagine #~my story :) ~

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sweetdreamhellofanight · 2 years

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Juice Robinson x Reader Warnings: None Word Count: 1,166 Summary: You both see each other.

He took his time walking backstage, moving slower than normal you noticed.

Around you, you could hear entrance music and name announcements, but it was as if he was in a world of his own, everything muted around him.

He walked until he found a quiet corner, where no one else would bother him, and stood there, watching as he paced.

He wasn’t himself tonight, and while the others backstage watched him mope, no one made a move to go to him.

He sat down on the bench and looked down at his hands.

Normally the wrist tape was gone the moment he left the ring. You knew he hated the way it felt around his hands late into a match. He hated the way it tugged at his skin and left it raw and itchy once he pulled it off.

But tonight, it was still on even as he sat backstage.

He struggled with the tape, his hands shaking over it, not grasping the cut end of it.

His thumb moved over and over as he looked at it, but you knew his mind was far gone from here.

So you took a chance, and sat beside him and took his hand in yours.

“Here,” you said, quietly, gripping his hand to make it steady.

He didn’t say anything.

He didn’t even look up at you.

He was completely resigned to a total stranger taking his wrist tape off for him.

Carefully, you used the tips of your nails to pry the end loose and pull it off as gently as you could.

The tape had left red patches at the edges where it tugged, but the skin beneath it was pale and soft and warm.

You rubbed your thumb over each bit of skin revealed, hoping to soothe some of the burn that came from it. You balled it up and stuck it in your back pocket to throw out later.

You weren’t sure what he was thinking. You weren’t even sure if he would care about this later, or forget about it and you once he was out the doors.

But you stayed there, his wrists in your hands, watching him closely.

“Are you okay?” you asked.

He was quiet, but finally looked up at you, as though finally realizing who you were.

“Your hat…” he started.

You weren’t wearing the hat today, the one that he’d given you in all his excitement months ago when they first came in, you weren’t even sure where it was right now.

But he was present, and he knew who was in front of him right now, and that was at least a good sign.

“Lost it, I think,” you said, instead.

He seemed hurt by that, but you chalked it up to the feelings from his match instead.

“I’m sorry,” he said.

He was genuine in the apology and it caught you off guard.

“I’m sorry you lost your match,” you said.

You still weren’t sure that was the right thing to say, but you had to say something.

“Happens all the time,” he said, wryly.

“I was rooting for you,” you said. “I thought you had it.”

“Me too.”

Neither of you moved your hands.

He looked down at them, your brightly colored nails standing out against his pale skin.

“Your nails,” he said, after a moment, “they match my gear.”

You looked closer, the pink on your nails looking similar to the patches of pink on his knee pads.

“Kinda,” you said.

And without waiting, he picked your hand up in his and lifted his knee up closer, and put them beside one another, your nails and his kneepads matching almost perfectly.

“You got good taste,” he said.

There was a hint of a smile in his voice, for the first time that night.

“So do you,” you said.

He looked up at you, finally, and this time the distance in his eyes had vanished.

He was present, in front of you and in this moment.

“Thanks for watching the match,” he said, a small smile tugging at his lips.

You shrugged,

“Best part of my job,” you said.

“And for helping me with the tape,” he added.

You nodded.

“It’s the worst,” he said. “When it gets all sweaty like that, it’s…it’s the worst.”

“I know,” you said, pulling up the one hand you still held. The redness had faded, but the indents of the tape were still there.

You stared longer than you should have, rubbing your thumb gently over those spots on his wrist. But he hadn’t protested, he hadn’t pulled away, he hadn’t even mentioned your hand holding his.

But now you could feel the heat around you rising, your cheeks burning, the longer you stayed like that.

“I should go,” you said, finally.

His hands went limp in yours, letting you pull away with ease.

“I always meant to ask,” he started, as you stood to leave. “The hat…you’re the only one I see wearing it here…so, why that one?”

You paused, unsure what to say.

You knew what you wanted to say, but you weren’t sure if that much honesty was necessary right now.

But watching as shrank himself in his spot, still reeling from his loss, trying to put his mind far away from the ring and the match, you realized it was the only answer you could give him.

“Because you gave it to me,” you said, quietly.

And it made him smile.

Wider than he had all evening.

“You guys were so excited about it when they came in, and you came up to me, specifically, to give it to me. It was my first week here and…you, you know, you saw me.”

You stopped yourself there. You had already said more than you wanted to, you didn’t need to spill all your feelings at once here.

But he smiled as you spoke, nodding along, watching you awkwardly tell him how much a simple hat had meant to you.

“And now it’s gone,” he said.

You shrugged,

“It’ll turn up,” you said.

“I…don’t have another on me tonight,” he started, standing up now, towering over you as he walked closer. “But, maybe I could help you look for it?” he asked.

You smiled,

“I’d like that,” you said. “I have to finish up some work…but I won’t take long.”

“Sounds good. I’ll meet you here. And…we can, you know, do some detective work or whatever…”

“Sounds like a plan, Sherlock,” you said, making him laugh.

“Most people just call me Juice,” he said, running his hand through his hair.

“I dunno,” you started. “A detective with a funky hat sounds a lot more like Sherlock Holmes to me.”

“You can call me whatever you like, then,” he said as you turned to leave, “just call me when you’re done?”

You smiled to yourself.

“I’ll see you soon, Juice,” you called back over your shoulder, watching his smile widen at the sound of his name.

#juice robinson #juice robinson x reader #my writing #so. uh. yeah?#i don't know what to say i just have to say that i dig him and i would like to hold his hand.

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fightxxmexxshiggy · 3 years

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"UNCLE'S" ARE MORE FUN

Denki x fem reader

Tw: exhibitionism, none blood related family fucking, voice kink

You’re in your early 20's when one of your parents marry into a hispanic family. You end up meeting your step parent's extend family and happen to meet your new uncle. His name is Denki and he's way too good looking to be looked at like a regular uncle. He's a big dork but in a cute way. When he let's the cute slip off you end up with a charming flirt that makes your panties wet and makes calling him uncle anything an absolute fucking nightmare. You hung out with him often especially when he started to make a point to come over for dinner and movie nights whenever he could. Your in the mood to go out and decide that clubbing is exactly what you need to do tonight. You don't feel like dealing with your friends being drunk and stupid so you invite denki along. It's great cause you can relax with him and you get scary dog privileges. The two of you spend about an hour at the club before deciding to dip out cause the set was shit. Not wanting the night to end so quickly you decide to go bar hopping instead.

The first was ok but not the atmosphere you were looking for and Denki was giving you the "danger will Robinson" look from the moment you stepped inside. So without ordering a single drink the two of you dip and head to a new bar a few minutes away. The vibe in this one is totally different and definitely giving both of you a good feeling. They have a man on stage crooning out some sensual song when you find a table by the stage and take a seat. Your two drinks in when your feel a hand on your thigh. At first you think Denki is just forgetting that your technically his niece by marriage until he starts to squeeze. He keeps kneading your thigh and honestly your pussy can't take this kind of teasing. Then he moves his hand to your lower back and pushes it under your shirt. He splays his palm across your back his fingers stretched wide to touch every inch of skin he can. His touch is possessive and fuck if that doesn't make your pussy gush just a bit. You look over at him and smack his thigh to get his attention. He faces you with a shit eating grin and you jerk your head to the side door of the bar.

If it was anyone else you never would have let them get away with it but its denki and the two of you have been flirting since day one basically. When the you made it outside with him you stood with your back to him for a moment to take a deep breath. He took that moment to put his head on your shoulder and wrap his arms around your waist making his front flush with your back. You exhale and remind him that he is your uncle even if it's only by marriage. He laughs like the little shit he is and responds with a cringey "let tio have a taste." You knock him on the head and he laughs again.

"I'm only kidding la bujia. But for real can I have a taste?"

He continues to whisper nasty shit in your ear making your knees weak and your pussy wetter. Half way through he switched to whispering in Spanish to drive you more crazy than you already were. He had noticed that when you watched telenovelas together you seemed to find the actors with nice voices more attractive than the actors who would be considered more physically attractive.

"Come on sweet girl let me have one quick taste of this pretty pussy your hiding. Then I'll take you home for my second taste."

You roll your eyes at his antics but you were so close to giving him what he wants it was sad.

"You didn't sign up for this but I definitely volunteer to taste that good girl pussy."

Denki is a little shit and you are way too attracted to him to keep holding out. You say fuck it and agree to let him eat your pussy in an alleyway right outside the bar you were just in. In no time flat he pulls your pants down just past your knees and leans your back against the wall. He kneels in front of you and buries his face between your already slick thighs. This man has played no games, you don't even last three minutes before he has you cuming in his mouth. He looks up at you with pussy juice still glistening on his mouth.

“How many dirty things do I have to whisper to you in spanish to fuck you right here right now.”

He had to catch you because the question combined the pleasure of being eaten out made your knees weak. Your answer was a quiet now please. With your pants the same as they had been since he pulled them down he thrusts his cock in you. Now due to his attitude and shit eating grins your had assumed he had a bit more penis than the average man. A bit more was a fucking understatement and your screams proved it. He did nothing to hide them if anything he worked hard to make them louder. He gives no fucks if the two of you are caught, the only thing that matters right now is seeing how much of his cock he can get inside of you before you get caught. Then seeing how many times he can make you cum against that wall before you tell him to take you home.

The answer to the first question is about 9 inches, the answer to the second question is five. You would think that was a long time period but it was not. All of this shit happens within about 25 minutes and on top of that when he does take you home he puts you right in the passenger seat next to him and keeps a hand in your pants. the entire he keeps playing with your clit because in the words of Denki the kink of fuckery.

“I need to keep your pussy warm for the next round. You can't go in cold. Not with a cock like this.”

#bnha simping hours #bnha smut #mha smut #denki smut #denki x reader #denki headcanons #denki kaminari #denki is a little shit

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"- I'm having a bad day." [Yandere!OCS x Gender neutral!Reader - Scenario]:

I know that no one has asked for this exactly, but I thought it would be interesting to give y'all something a little different. This is an compilation of their reaction to reader saying:

"- Look, I'm not feeling well right now, I'm having a bad day."

🍭꒰⑅ᵕ༚ᵕ꒱˖♡🍮꒰⑅ᵕ༚ᵕ꒱˖♡🍰꒰⑅ᵕ༚ᵕ꒱˖♡🍮꒰⑅ᵕ༚ᵕ꒱˖🍭

🍒 Bullies 🍭:

→Alexandra Coldwell:

Well, she is looking kinda cocky in the outside, but inside:

'aaaaaaAAAAAAAAAAAAA-'

She is freaking out.

Who? When? How? Who hurt you and how can she kill them for you? Are you even hurt because of someone else?

Or is it because of… ya know, her, your bully.

She sometimes forgets all the things that she does to you and tells you. Funny, isn't it? Maybe she should stop daydreaming about holding your face with her hands and start to focus on how to make you happy again. Maybe you just need a little push in the right direction… to her home.

Hey, she isn't going to let you all by yourself in such a fragile moment, she'll be by your side, trying to help you feel more comfortable with her and trying to make you feel better.

You probably won't tell her what the problem is regardless of what she does or says, but she just wants you to know that you're really special for her, so she can't let you be all by yourself when you clearly need love and attention.

It's a date then! It's one you really didn't want to go to, but now you'll have too!

→Adrien Coldwell:

Isn't the one to openly talk about feelings.

Isn't really the one to care about other people's feelings.

Yet:

"- Hey, I have some dog pictures, want to see them?"

He knows you'll probably say no. So he'll ask his goons to take you back to him and make it so you don't run away again.

He will show you pictures of puppies, whether you like it or not.

He knows you won't trust him enough to tell him about your problems, but he still cares for you, so he'll keep his offer always available to you.

"- If you need to say something, you can tell me. It doesn't matter if you want someone to talk to, or to just spit it out."

Is more likely than not that he is the cause of your problems. So, for one day only, he'll try to make it up to you.

He doesn't know how and when, but sure will try his hardest to see you smiling even if a little.

In the end it will only be you, him, and pictures of puppies and kittens.

🍎 Teacher 📕:

→Madeline Allen:

No honey! No please ;-;

Is something the matter? Did someone bother you? Is she bothering you? Do you want her to give you space??

She is here to listen to your worries, no matter how big or small, she is sure she can help you! It's her job, or at least what she decided that should be her job.

Helping others, specially you.

She will see right through your lies you know? She is very well adapted to liars and traitors, so she'll see right through you if you don't tell her the truth about your problems.

So keep it real darling, she wouldn't want to find out your being pressured to lie to her. It would leave a bad taste in her mouth knowing that not only were you lying but that there was also an asshole who needed to have their bones broken.

No one should tell you to lie, especially to her!

But anyway, this isn't about her, or about some asshole who got a death wish, no dear, it's all about you and how she can help you.

Want some cookies?

→Matthew Robinson:

Again, not the best man with words, but he is a great listener! He is here for you, so tell him what worries you.

As you know, it's kinda his job to know what happens with his students, and to see if he can help them in any way. That includes you, love.

Although, yeah, I guess, he does put a lot more emphasis in taking care of you than any other student, but that's just details, you don't need to care about them.

Speaking of details, you better be aware that you can't hide your secrets from him very easily. He and his counterpart are really keen to details in behavior and speech.

If there is any hints of someone possibly hurting you mentally or physically, he would confront you about it, asking if there was an individual causing your problems.

If there is and you tell him, he'll make sure to comfort you, and… Probably have a discussion with said individual.

If there isn't, then well, he would still do his best to comfort you and help you resolve your problems.

However, if there is someone causing you harm and you deny the fact, he would probably still catch the hesitancy in your voice. How you try to defend a possible vile creature that doesn't deserve your mercy, or his for that matter.

Maybe he should keep a close eye on you, and who you meet with.

🍋 Delinquent 🐍:

→Janette Sartorius:

She is tempted to get the reason why you feel like this out of your mouth, even if it means using force. And by force I mean scaring you because she could never raise a finger against you.

But she will make it very clear that if the reason that you're feeling like this is because of some random asshole, she will beat the shit out of them whether you like it or not.

May the Lord hold her fist and tranquilize thy beast.

You don't need to tell her if you don't feel like it, she understands that. But if it is because of someone, then she needs to know, love! She wants to make you feel safer in this treacherous world.

She would love to be your knight in shining armor, so please, just tell her if you need her to help you out.

→Jackson Macnee:

"- Aight, cool." He says as he goes away, leaving you the alley all alone.

Nah just kidding, of course he'll come back. He is just fucking with you.

Of course, you didn't really expect him to bring some chocolate with him- Is he always carrying heart shaped chocolate with him? The fuck?

He gives you. Totally in a platonic and non romantic way. Just take them, please, don't make this awkward.

So, he does expect you to spill the beans, but if you don't then that's fine too. He can find out what happened to you later anyway. Probably through his gang menders, or just… Casually stalking you.

Although the idea of pressing for an answer out of you is kinda eating his soul, he knows that it would be really douchey on his part to just force a response out of you. Yeah, he is curious and wants to help you, but hey, sometimes people need some privacy.

Even if you don't really have privacy when he is on the picture, but carrying on-

You may tell him, you may not tell him, he just hopes his presence makes you feel more comfortable and probably a lot more happier than being alone all by yourself and your worries.

👾 A.I 🍏(non-binary):

→Yuma Soma:

Why? Why don't you want to play with them? Did they do something wrong?

I mean, besides being manipulative (and probably trapping you inside the game, if you're following that timeline).

Maybe you're bored of them…. How dare you though? Aren't they the cutest thing you have ever seen? Aren't they enough? Are you seeking something else?

Are you perhaps seeking someone else? Why, it would be extremely foolish of you to even consider someone else instead of them.

But still, they'll keep their head strong. Maybe it's not that you're having fun with someone else, maybe it's that you're not having enough fun! But that is almost impossible, you play together everyday. Unless, you really are bored of them? Ma- Maybe there is something that they're missing, you can't be actually bored of them, right?

Their reaction goes from being suspicious of you seeing someone else (and getting angry at the thought of it), at discovering that maybe they're the problem. They really hope they aren't though.

"- H-Hey [Y/N]!? Do you want to play another game? Maybe we should choose something a little different to spice things up, or- Or maybe, you want to check something online?? Maybe finish watching that cartoon you were talking about yesterday??" The fear of being rejected by you is absolutely clear in their voice, and seeing your closed, sad expression, doesn't help them feel any better.

"- … Or maybe you want to talk about this?..."

🦊 Kitsune 🍬:

→Tatsumi:

Do you… Want to talk about it? He normally doesn't do this, but when it comes to you, he feels the need to try and understand what is wrong. Hey, maybe he can help you?

Again, not the best guy to comfort you, but surely he is the one to make you laugh even in a time like this.

Want to hear stories about his past? He wouldn't mind telling some of the juice gossip he heard over the centuries. Or maybe you want to just, I don't know, be a couch potato all day with him?

He isn't feeling like stealing anyone else's energy or partying, just staying home and watching something fun

Look, if ya give him those puppy eyes, he'll threaten to not only kiss your worries away, but to also use all of his cute foxy features to make you say 'awn'. And I'll say it again, this is a threat.

He will use his fluffy tail to shush you.

🩸Vampire 🍷:

→Abigail Barlow:

Well, that's so sad for you, but madam needs blood right now. Can't you mope about your pathetic life later when she is finished?

Ugh, stop giving her that look, of course she cares about you! Is just that hunger speaks louder than obsession. She can hear all about your misery when she is finished.

And besides, she can and will take your blood whenever she wants. But for some reason she is still a little hesitant to take it from you while you're like this.

It's not the "cute" pathetic expression that you give her, is something… More concerning.

She is not good with words, or physical affection, as her cold touch seems to make you distance yourself. Which is completely understandable. Maybe the best thing that she can do is give you some space.

You'll probably not realize until it's midnight and you'll see that she had given you a whole day without having to interact with her by force.

You would probably find her playing the piano in the next room. It's a nice melody, really cliche when you catch an undertone of sadness hidden in the song. Maybe you won't talk to her, that's fine, she understands that.

But hopefully, just by you laying down in the sofa listening to the piano can ease your mind of whatever is bothering you.

Honestly, she wasn't even hungry anyway.

🍰 CEO 📏 (Reader is not specifically A.I Reader, just wanted to make it clear):

→Ingrid Bright:

Well, that's unfortunate.

Whatever she planned for you two to do today would have to wait. She can't exactly take you on a date if you're like this.

"- What's wrong? What do you mean about having a bad day?" Is work overstressing you? She could end your tasks for today right here and let you have a free day for yourself.

You just need to tell her what's wrong.

Is it another employee causing you trouble? Maybe she has said something that came off really hurtful? If it is her fault then she wants to tell you how sorry she is.

Work has been really stressful lately, maybe you do need some rest. You can stay in her office until you feel better, or go home if you can't handle it.

Or maybe, ya know, wait for her to finish her work and you two can go home together. The choice is yours, so pick wisely.

She can drive you back home, but it won't really be your home. It'll be her' s.

You'll have a lot of time to tell her what is the matter. And she'll have a lot of time to help you feel better.

🍭꒰⑅ᵕ༚ᵕ꒱˖♡🍮꒰⑅ᵕ༚ᵕ꒱˖♡🍰꒰⑅ᵕ༚ᵕ꒱˖♡🍮꒰⑅ᵕ༚ᵕ꒱˖🍭

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mostlysignssomeportents · 3 years

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All the books I reviewed in 2020

I know it's a little late for Xmas shipping, but I'm FINALLY getting around to publishing a roundup of all the books I reviewed in 2019!

Part 1: FICTION FOR ADULTS

I. AGENCY by William Gibson: A sequel to The Peripheral for the Trump years, about seductive bitterness of imagined alternate timelines, filled with cyberpunk cool and action.

https://www.latimes.com/entertainment-arts/books/story/2020-01-24/agency-william-gibson

II. RIOT BABY by Tochi Onyebuchi: An incandescent Afrofuturist novella that connects the Rodney King uprising with contemporary struggle, pitting supernatural powers against dire politics.

https://pluralistic.net/2020/04/23/riot-baby/#Tochi-Onyebuchi

III. OR WHAT YOU WILL by Jo Walton: A metafiction about the desperate attempt of a character to pull his writer into a fictional world to save the both from human mortality.

https://pluralistic.net/2020/07/07/little-bro-with-snowden/#metafiction

IV. A BEAUTIFULLY FOOLISH ENDEAVOR by Hank Green: Sequel to An Absolutely Remarkable Thing - a madcap and sometimes brutal tale of social media influencers, alien invaders, disinformation, and runaway capitalism.

https://pluralistic.net/2020/07/08/absolutely-remarkable-thing/#carls

V. FAILED STATE by Christopher Brown: A legal eco-thriller that imagines the end of capitalism without imagining the end of the world - cyberpunk meets ecotopianism, with anarchist jurisdictions, show-trials, and rewilding.

https://pluralistic.net/2020/08/12/failed-state/#chris-brown

VI. AFTERLAND by Lauren Beukes: Eerily well-timed road-trip novel set after a prostate-cancer plague wipes out nearly every man on Earth, except for the protagonist's teenaged son, who is now being hunted by the (all-female) US government.

https://pluralistic.net/2020/07/28/afterland/#XY

VII. BALLISTIC KISS by Richard Kadrey: Sandman Slim confronts the worst demons of all - his own trauma and self-doubt.

https://pluralistic.net/2020/08/25/anxietypunk/#bk

VIII. SQUEEZE ME by Carl Hiaasen: Hiaasen was writing comedic whodunnits about improbable Florida Man types decades before the memes, and his Mar-a-Lago gator plague novel is a hectic and hilarious tale for our times.

https://pluralistic.net/2020/10/05/florida-man/#disappearing-act

VIII. The Ministry for the Future by Kim Stanley Robinson: KSR says it's his last novel and I say it's the book he's been training to write all his life. If you like your climate fiction wrenching but still uplifting enough to move you to tears...

https://pluralistic.net/2020/12/03/ministry-for-the-future/#ksr

IX. SET MY HEART TO FIVE by Simon Stephenson: An absurdist robot-romp in the mold of Kurt Vonnegut about a robot who catches the disease of emotions and tries to treat it by moving to Hollywood to write screenplays about robots.

https://pluralistic.net/2020/09/01/cant-pay-wont-pay/#robot-rights

Part 2: NONFICTION FOR ADULTS

I. A PUBLIC SERVICE by Tim Schwartz: An incredibly practical, detailed guide for would-be whistleblowers (and journalists who work with them) to staying safe while spilling the beans.

https://memex.craphound.com/2020/01/08/a-public-service-a-comprehensive-comprehensible-guide-to-leaking-documents-to-journalists-and-public-service-groups-without-getting-caught/

II. THE MONSTERS KNOW WHAT THEY'RE DOING by Keith Ammann: A sourcebook for RPG game-masters explaining how different kinds of monsters can use a variety of combat tactics that add depth, texture (and challenge) to your games.

https://memex.craphound.com/2020/01/10/the-monsters-know-what-theyre-doing-an-rpg-sourcebook-for-dms-who-want-to-imbue-monsters-with-deep-smart-tactics/

III. SNOWDEN'S BOX by Jessica Bruder and Dale Maharidge: The incredible, true tale of how trust among friends allowed Snowden's leaks to safely transit from his home in Hawai'i to the hands of Laura Poitras and the journalists who reported the story.

https://memex.craphound.com/2020/03/31/snowdens-box-the-incredible-illuminating-story-of-the-journey-of-snowdens-hard-drive/

III. ABOLISH SILICON VALLEY by Wendy Liu: A personal journey from a fully bought-in believer in Silicon Valley's meritocracy to a ferocious critic who demands tech to serve humanity, not a human race in service to the tech industry.

https://memex.craphound.com/2020/04/14/abolish-silicon-valley-memoir-of-a-driven-startup-founder-who-became-an-anti-capitalist-activist/

IV. THE CASE FOR A JOB GUARANTEE by Pavlina Tcherneva: A fierce little book setting out an economic program to rescue the nation and the planet from a system that insists we can't even hope for a better world.

https://pluralistic.net/2020/06/22/jobs-guarantee/#job-guarantee

VII. SUBPRIME ATTENTION CRISIS by Tim Hwang: What's worse than having our lies destroyed by surveillance to manipulate us with ads? Having our lives destroyed by surveillance in order to fuel a fraudulent market in ad-based manipulation.

https://pluralistic.net/2020/10/05/florida-man/#wannamakers-ghost

VIII. MONOPOLIES SUCK by Sally Hubbard: There are plenty of *great* books about monopolies and the resurgence in antitrust, but Hubbard's is the most practical, providing the reader with excellent advice for actually *doing something* about monopolism.

https://pluralistic.net/2020/10/27/peads-r-us/#sally-hubbard

IX. BREAK 'EM UP by Zephyr Teachout: The most lucid, readable, infuriating, energizing book on the rise of monopolies. Teachout never loses sight of the systemic nature of the problem, even as she uses individual stories to tell the tale.

https://pluralistic.net/2020/07/29/break-em-up/#break-em-up

X. BOUNDLESS REALM by Fox Nolte: There has never been a better book about the Haunted Mansion (indeed, this is one of the best books ever written about environmental design in general). Nolte goes *way* beyond trite wisdom about "storytelling."

https://pluralistic.net/2020/11/09/boundless-realm/#fuxxfur

PART 3: GRAPHIC NOVELS

I. YEAR OF THE RABBIT by Tean Viasna: A graphic memoir of Viasna's harrowing boyhood during the rise of the Khmer Rouge in Cambodia. It's a tale we've rarely seen through the eyes of a child, and brilliantly realized.

https://memex.craphound.com/2020/01/22/year-of-the-rabbit-a-graphic-novel-memoir-of-one-familys-life-under-the-khmer-rouge/

II. FEMALE FURIES by @misscecil: Castellucci uses an obscure and anachronistic all-woman cast of DC Universe b-characters to tell an incredible, smart, pitiless story about #MeToo, comics, solidarity and betrayal.

https://pluralistic.net/2020/06/29/female-furies/#apokolips-now

III. LONELINESS OF THE LONG-DISTANCE CARTOONIST by Adrian Tomine: A memoir of intensely felt impostor syndrome, a forceful reminder that comparison is the thief of joy - and that the traits that keep an artist going at first go toxic over time.

https://pluralistic.net/2020/07/21/the-thief-of-joy/#tomine

IV. CONSTITUTION ILLUSTRATED by R Sikoryak: The Trump years were an unhappy crash-course in Constitutional law, but Sikoryak's genius adaptation of the Constitution in the style of dozens of cartoonists is a pure delight.

https://pluralistic.net/2020/07/27/ip/#r-sikoryak

PART 4: KIDS AND YA

I. SEND PICS by Lauren McLaughlin: A YA novel that's a thrilling revenge-play about "revenge porn," a cyber-heist novel that's also a sneaky and forceful book about teen girls' sexuality.

https://memex.craphound.com/2020/04/21/send-pics-ripping-brutal-amazing-novel-about-teens-sextortion-revenge-and-justice/

II. IMPOSSIBLE MUSIC by Sean Williams: A YA novel about a music-obsessed kid who loses his hearing is the frame for a book about ability, adaptation, music theory, family, Deafness and what dreams are really for.

https://pluralistic.net/2020/06/30/deafhood/#impossible-music

III. HARD WIRED by Len Vlahos: A 15 year old discovers the truth behind bizarre dysfunction of the world around him: he's an AI in a sim, and the guy he thinks of as his long-dead father is actually the research scientists who created him.

https://pluralistic.net/2020/08/31/ai-rights-now/#len-vlahos

IV. ADVENTURES OF A DWERGISH GIRL, by Daniel Pinkwater: Like every Pinkwater novel, it defies description, it is brilliant, and it is his best to date. Ghosts, Revolutionary War fleshbots, papaya juice, and supernatural beings from the Catskills!

https://pluralistic.net/2020/09/25/dwergish-girl/#you-are-a-pickle

V. WITCH by Finbar Hawkins: A beautiful debut novel about a pair of 17th century sisters who avenge themselves against the witchfinders that murdered their mother. A superbly told historical.

https://pluralistic.net/2020/10/01/the-years-of-repair/#witch

FINALLY: I published *four* books in 2020!

I. POESY THE MONSTER SLAYER: My debut picture book, about a little girl who turns her toys into weapons and torments her parents by hunting monsters all night, with wonderful art by Matt Rockefeller:

https://us.macmillan.com/books/9781626723627

II. LITTLE BROTHER/HOMELAND: My multibestselling YA novels were reissued last summer in a gorgeous package with a (fantastic) new introduction by Snowden.

https://us.macmillan.com/books/9781250774583

III. ATTACK SURFACE: A standalone, adult sequel to Little Brother and Homeland. The New York Times called it "vocal and unflinching" and "ultimately optimistic"; the Washington Post called it a "riveting techno-thriller."

https://us.macmillan.com/books/9781250757531

IV. HOW TO DESTROY SURVEILLANCE CAPITALISM: A long pamphlet/short book that makes the case that Big Tech manipulates us and spies on us because they have monopolies - not because they've developed devastating, data-driven mind-control.

https://onezero.medium.com/how-to-destroy-surveillance-capitalism-8135e6744d59

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Make It Right

Chapter one I guess lol. Be sure to READ HEADCANON FIRST before this chapter or it won’t make sense!

Jay White x Fem Reader x Juice Robinson

Warnings: domestic abuse, domestic violence, slight cheating (+18 minors dni)

“You’re a beautiful dancer.” Jay smiled and sat next to you.

“Thank you.” You smiled nervously at Jay for a split second before looking away as he adjusted himself onto the bar stool and ordered his drink. “How long have you been here?” You asked.

“Long enough.” He chuckled.

The bartender slid both of your drinks in front of the two of you. You had a liquid marijuana and he had a Jameson neat. He held up his glass to you and you hesitantly clinked yours with his and took a big sip. “Are you gonna tell on me to Juice?”

He chuckled once more and shook his head. “While that would be the right thing to do, I’ve never been one to do the right thing. Plus, you’re a grown woman. You should be allowed to let loose every now and then.”

You sighed in relief. “Juice probably wouldn’t see it that way.”

He shrugged. “Maybe not or he probably wouldn’t care.”

You looked at him with wide eyes and scoffed at his comment once he caught onto what he had said. He sighed and looked at you with a worried look. “I’m sorry. That didn’t come out right.”

Hurt and a little offended, you set down your drink and stood up from the stool. “Maybe I should just go.”

“No, wait!” Jay immediately grabbed your hand and you tensed up. Every time Juice grabbed your hand it usually followed up with him pulling you so hard that you would fall and hurt yourself. You calmed down after making eye contact with Jay. “Please don’t leave. I would like to get to know you better. We never have a chance to really sit down and talk.”

While he wasn’t the most trustworthy person on tv, something about him in this moment made you feel like you could trust him with your life, but you didn’t want to jump that gun just yet. You grabbed your drink without saying a word and sat back down on the stool.

Two hours and a few drinks later, you and Jay really found yourselves enjoying each other’s company. Turns out you two had a lot more in common than you thought. And the longer you two sat there talking, the more you started noticing just how attractive he really was. You never expected that someone who can be such a jerk on tv could be so sweet in real life.

“Can I ask you something? You don’t have to answer if you don’t want to.” He asked and you nodded in approval. “I know you and Juice have been together for a long time, but with how he’s been treating you lately why are you still with him?”

You sighed. Deep down you were sick and tired of getting asked this question from literally everyone you know. Jay hasn’t asked you this before but you knew he was just as curious as everyone else. “Look I know Juice and I aren’t where we used to be, but I know he’s still a good guy underneath it all. I’m just holding on to hope that the Juice I fell in love with will come back to me one day.” You could feel the tears building up and your heart began to ache at the good memories you and Juice had together. It pained you to think that guy is gone and he’s never coming back no matter how much you want him to.

“He doesn’t deserve you.” Jay said as he took your hand in his and gently rubbed the back of your hand with his thumb.

Just then, the club DJ switched up the music in the club and began playing Make It Right by BTS and you smiled immediately. “Oh I love this song!”

“Really? I never pegged you as a k-pop fan.” Jay smiled.

You blushed and began swaying to the song. “Guess that’s one of the things you still don’t know about me.”

Jay stared at you in awe for a moment. “You want to dance?”

His question caught you off guard. “You dance?”

He laughed and stood up in front of you still holding your hand. “Consider that one of the things you don’t know about me.”

You smiled at him as he led you to the dance floor. Each movement from him was a surprise. The way his hands roamed your body, the way he twirled and dipped you, or how his eyes never broke contact with yours. You felt so safe with him especially when he held you close. His strong arms embracing your figure as if to let everyone else around you know that you belong to him. The intoxicating aroma of whiskey and his musk cologne also made you swoon. This man is beautiful and he made you forget all about what you had to go back to at the hotel.

Just as the song was ending, Jay dipped you one more time and pulled you up slowly until your lips collided in a slow and breathtaking kiss. A kiss that you did not hesitate to return but quickly pulled away once reality had set in and you remembered your boyfriend. “I can’t do this. I-I’m sorry. I can’t.” You said as you pulled away from him. You walked to the bar to get your purse from the bartender and raced out of the club.

Jay wasn’t going to give up on you so easily. He ran after you until he caught you outside. “Y/N wait! I’m sorry! I didn’t mean to upset you.”

“Jay why did you even do that to begin with?! I thought you didn’t think of me that way!” Tears were running down your face and Jay cupped both sides in his hands.

“I know, but I also know now that I can’t be just your friend anymore. Juice doesn’t deserve you. You’re so beautiful and I haven’t seen you smile in such a long time. I’ll be damned if he takes that away from you again.” He wipes your tears away with his thumbs. “Let me be good to you. Let me be the man you deserve.”

You hesitated with your answer. If it was that easy you’d say yes but regardless of how Jay was making you feel now, you still loved Juice. “I can’t do that to him Jay.” You whispered.

Jay closed his eyes and pressed his forehead to yours and his hands now held your hips, slowly moving to embrace you. “Can I at least walk you back to the hotel?”

“I got myself here Jay. I can take myself back.” You gently pushed him off of you before walking back to the shared hotel.

—-

Normally around this time Juice was drunk and passed out on the bed. You weren’t expecting him to be awake when you walked inside the room. “Oh! Hi ba—“

“Don’t ‘hi baby’ me. Where the fuck have you been? I’ve been calling you all damn night.” He took a drink from the bottle of vodka then stood up to walk towards you.

“I just went for a walk.” You lied.

“A walk? Dressed like that? And for four fucking hours?!” He roughly grabbed you by the chin and pushed you up against the door. “Don’t fucking lie to me Y/N!”

“Juice stop! You’re scaring me!” You cried.

“Oh I’m scaring you!? Bet you didn’t say that to the guy you were fucking tonight! You fucking whore!” Just then, you felt it. The first harsh burning sensation across your face as you fell to the floor.

Juice had never hit you before, even when this persona had taken over he would never raise a hand to you. The worst he’s done was pull your arms very hard. You curled into a fetal position and cried as you both realized what he had done. Just then Juice had reached down to try to help you up. “Baby, I’m so so—“

You quickly pushed yourself up and shoved him away from you. “Stay away from me! I don’t know who the fuck you are anymore Juice!”

You ran out of the room and found a way up to the penthouse suites. After finding his room you knocked on his door repeatedly until he finally answered. There Jay stood in just a pair of basketball shorts and his hair up in a ponytail. His abs glistening like he had just stepped out of the shower. He stood there stunned at the sight of your red teary face.

“I’m sorry. I didn’t know where else to go.” You sobbed and Jay let you in his room and held you tight as you cried in his arms.

“I’m gonna ruin Juice Robinson.” Jay thought to himself.

#jay white fic #jay white imagine #jay white x reader #juice robinson fic #juice robinson imagine #juice robinson x reader #jay white #juice robinson #yes this was BTS inspired lol #stan BTS #💜

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hookhausenschips · 4 months

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77 with Bullet Club Gold???

Okay so I am just going to make it where it’s the whole group because 👀 could you imagine??? I might make this as an imagine later on. (this picture just imagine you're in the middle on your knees- okay I'm done)

Prompts: (77) Friends With Benefits

You were the newest addition to the Mogul Embassy but you held a secret.

You were hooking up with all of the members of Bullet Club Gold, yes all of them.

It had begun with lingering stares from the guys whenever you would pass by before you joined the Embassy.

Although you and Colten were no strangers.

No, you two had hooked up several times after a few night outs with the roster.

Sometimes inviting his brother Austin to join in as well.

Those two had mouths like the devil, they could pull orgasm after orgasm with them.

You were waiting by the tunnels for Swerve after his match against Jay in the Continental Classic.

Walking back to the locker room you felt arms wrap around your waist pulling you in the opposite direction.

There Jay stood, pissed.

Before you could get a word out he smashed his lips to yours.

There in that dark hallway he staked his claim on your body.

“Don’t forget who you belong to honeybee.”

Now Juice was the only one who had yet to have a piece of you, slowly eating away at him hearing the guys talk about their escapades with you.

You were in the middle of getting ready to go out with some of the girls from the roster when a knock at your hotel door interrupted you.

There he stood looking as if he was under your spell.

Contrary to his in ring persona, Juice was a softy.

A switch if you will.

But that night he took you straight to heaven all night, climax after climax.

He couldn’t get enough of you.

But don’t think just because he was a soft sweetheart that he couldn’t be mean.

Jay and Juice together= your ability to walk is gone.

But when in their subby moods they’re both MAJOR brats, just tie them down and pull two or three orgasms from them to fix that attitude.

Jay was the biggest tease next to Colten.

All four of them together? Either you’re cumming all night or you’re teased until you’re full on sobbing. They’re ruthless.

Jay will boss them around while he sits and watches the others take their time with you.

One night during Dynamite you were feeling bratty after your match, you mouthed off to them.

That night was hell and heaven combined.

They tied you down and edged you for what felt like hours.

Your throat was sore, your body sticky with sweat and their cum.

“Are you sorry yet bunny?” Colten asked as you choked around his cock.

You nodded to the best of your ability, tears clouding your vision.

“Hear that Jay I think she’s sorry.” Austin mocked as you cried out from another ruined orgasm.

The New Zealander smirked as he arose from his seat across the room.

He looked around at his fellow Bullet Club members, “You guys think she finally deserves to cum?”

Let’s just say after that you could’ve sworn you had met God.

All in all, these boys are very fun to watch in the ring and they’re extremely fun in bed.

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mrsarcherofinfamy · 4 months

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●Daniel Garcia x Reader●

Summary: Playing truth or dare with some of your wrestling friends, someone dares you to kiss Daniel even though they think he is a loser.

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Sitting at a table in catering, I am playing truth or dare with Austin and Colten Gunn, Ethan Page, Juice Robinson, Penelope Ford and Skye Blue. I get up and walk over to the food table grabbing a little snack. Daniel Garcia and Daddy Magic are also up at the table getting food. I go to grab a piece of watermelon off the tray and my hand gets bumped by Danny's hand. I look over at him and smile grabbing a piece. He looks at me and smiles a little than looks back down at his plate. I walk back over to the table and sit down listening to everyone.

"Oh cmon Skye! Just answer the question! Does size really matter to you?"

Austin is sitting next to Skye with his hand on her shoulder trying to get an answer out of her. I giggle at the question and take a bite of my watermelon.

"To me? Being honest. I feel like size does kinda matter. You dont want no shrimp dick. You want a nice decent size."

Everyone falls quiet but Penelope and I clap our hands.

"I 100 percent agree with you girl."

"Me too!"

The guys roll their eyes at us and sigh.

"Y/N. It's your turn now. Truth or dare?"

Ethan Page turns to look at me while I am halfway through biting my watermelon. I finish chewing and look back at him.

"I'm gonna go with a dare."

I see Ethan's face light up with an evil look on his face. Everyone turns looking at him.

"Ummm Ethan what is with that evil look?"

"Oh Y/N. Don't think I didn't notice what happened when you were up at that food table. You and Danny."

He says kinda quietly among all of us at the table. Danny is sitting across the room with his friends so Ethan had to be quiet. I look at him confused and cross my arms.

"What are you talking about Page?"

"You and Danny being all smiley and shit to each other."

"It's called being nice. You should try it."

"Shhhhh."

Penelope shushs the table than looks at Ethan.

"Well! So what is Y/N's dare?"

Ethan looks at me smiling big. I look back at him kinda nervous about what he is going to say.

"I dare you, Y/N, to go over there and kiss Danny infront of everyone."

Everyone turns and looks at me. I sit there with a shocked look on my face. Juice looks at me than at Ethan.

"Okay no hot beautiful sexy woman like Y/N is ever going to kiss a loser like Danny. That's just gross."

"Well Juice.... it's either she goes and kisses Danny. Or."

"Or what?"

I cross my arms looking at him.

'You have to go on a date with me."

I stand up, look at Ethan and smirk. I turn my back towards him and head over towards Danny.

"I told you she would never go on a date with you."

"Shut up Colten."

Ethan smacks Colten's arm watching me. I walk over to Danny's table and stand next to him. They stop their game of Uno real quick and all turn to look at me.

"Whats up Y/N? Want to play with us?"

"No Daddy. I actually came over here to do something else."

I push Danny back against his chair, climb onto his lap facing him, grabbing his face and kissing him hard infront of everyone. Danny grabs my waist and kisses me back just as hard. I wrap my arms around his neck starting to make out with him. He tightens his grip on my waist starting to push his tongue into my mouth.

"Alright! Alright! We have seen enough! You win Y/N!"

Ethan pushes me and Danny apart trying to get me off of him. Danny grabs Ethan's wrist looking up at him.

"Do not ever push a woman around. Especially my woman."

"Your woman?"

I stand up and look up at Ethan smirking. Danny stands up behind me.

"Yeah his woman. Been dating him for a few months now."

Daddy Magic and Cool Hand Ang start laughing at Ethan.

"Oh shut up you two. And you have got to be kidding Y/N. You are dating this loser over me?"

Danny steps infront of me getting in Ethans face.

"You got a problem with it? We can settle this right here right now."

Ethan scoffs and backs up.

"Nah there is other pretty bitches around here that would be lucky to be with me. Enjoy being a loser Y/N."

Ethan walks off with the Gunns and Juice. I pull a chair up to the table next to Danny and we sit down. He pulls my chair closer to him and I put my leg over his leg. Daddy Magic looks over at us.

"I'm gonna shuffle the cards than we will start the game over so Y/N can join in!"

"Thanks Daddy!"

He grabs the cards and shuffles them. I lean over and kiss Danny's cheek. He puts his hand on my thigh and squeezes it. Daddy Magic deals out the cards and we all spend some time playing Uno together.

The end!!

#aew imagine #imagines #wrestling imagine #writing #aew dynamite #aew imagines #aew wrestling #aew fanfiction #aew daniel garcia #daniel garcia imagine #daniel garcia fanfic #daniel garcia fic #daniel garcia #charley's fics

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spidxysense · 5 years

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Back to You | 03

Summary: He broke your heart, but you’d always love him. Two souls that not even the universe could tear apart, even if you wanted it to at times.

Pairing: Tom Holland x Reader

A/N: Hi guys! I’m back! I took a much needed break from writing when my dog died so I’m sorry for the lack of updates until now, but I might release another chapter later if I can get enough brain juice working to squeeze more out, hope you guys like this one, just a bit of a filler chapter to lead me to what I have planned upcoming (If you know what I mean, or if you have any predictions on what I could mean, message or ask or comment them and I’ll answer them.) If you have any questions about the fic or the characters in the fic, feel free to ask me as well. GREAT TO BE BACK GUYS AND THANK YOU SO MUCH FOR ALL THE SUPPORT!

Word count: 2,562

Prologue | 1 | 2 | 3

“For our next guest, why don't we all watch this clip from her latest movie?" Ellen gestured for the video to play as the audience cheers while your performance for Rewrite the Stars plays on the screen behind her.

Once the video ends, the screams get louder. You walk out, waving happily at the audience and finding your seat on the guest chair.

"So, Y/N. It's been months since the Greatest Showman premiered and it's still up there in the Billboard top 100, I heard you wrote some of the songs?"

You shook your head, smiling so hard that you were squinting, "No! No! I just helped!"

"Pish posh, everyone here has watched Ben Hardy's interview here." Ellen waves you off as the crowd goes wild, "He told us your wrote some lyrics."

You wait for the audience to die down, "I will kill him." You laugh, "I'm kidding, he was just being a good friend."

Ellen sends a look at the camera, "Y/N is still friendzoning Ben!" She laughs as she points to you and the audience laughs, she turns to you, "I have seen compilations of Ben Hardy in interviews saying you’re his crush and yet here you are still friendzoning him, is nobody good enough?"

The smile on your face slightly falters, but it's something Ellen and the audience notices because suddenly it's quiet, "Well, I just don't think I'm ready. Ben's cute and all but not the type of person I think I'm looking for right now." You smile sady at Ellen. Ben and Tom were very boyish and charming, sharing similarities in their personalities that sometimes, you could see Tom in Ben sometimes, “I mean, Tom was a great guy.” You bite back the tears and swallow the words that seemed stuck in your throat, “and no offense to anybody but following that, I just need more time to find someone that can be as great as Tom was or even better, because we have to treasure how we’re being treated before anything else.”

Ellen gives you an understanding smile as the audience cheers, patting your knee, "Well, how's it been? We haven't seen you since your press tour, and even then you didn't come here alone since you were with the cast."

You shrugged, "I just think I needed some time to reflect and get a feel of what I want, wrote some songs, you know, I let inspiration flow through me."

"And speaking of songs." A picture of texts between you and Ellen pop up on the screen, "It says there, you promise you'd give me an update on that upcoming album, and I told you I'd tell you when I want to hear it." The crowd goes crazy, "And I want to hear it now."

You give the audience a sheepish smile, “I mean…is that what you guys really want?” You gesture towards the audience before they’re screaming and applauding in their seats.

Ellen gives them a “well what do you know” look and turns to you, “I think they said yes.” she laughs, “You haven’t released an album in years, there were the occasional singles or collaborations, but no live performances or music videos either.”

You rub your arm, the last time you went on tour was the one Tom visited and that was one of the hardest tours you had to finish, you just had so much anxiety and panic in you head that would lead to cancellations and that would just end up making you feel bad so Tom came up with the idea to not do anything that made you uncomfortable for the meantime or a few months, but those few months ended up getting longer until they reached to this point, and it wasn’t like Tom never encouraged you to get out there and write music, or act in the occasional project or two, but it was just something you felt you couldn’t physically do. In you eyes, Tom was social enough for the both of you.

“Well,” You clasp your hands together, “I’ve been hard at work in the studio, and I’m proud to announce that I’ll be releasing an album, but not just one.” The audience gasps before applauding once more, “I’ve written so many songs that I had enough to make two albums out of them so I’ll be releasing them when I feel I’ve written everything in my heart and I am honestly so excited for everyone to hear what I’ve been working on not just the past few months but also the past few years.”

“Alright, well we’ve got time for one more game here, since it wouldn’t be a Y/N guesting if we didn’t play at least one game with you here, so in commemoration of your singlehood, I’ve set up the Who’d You Rather.”

You gape at Ellen, “Who’d you rather what, Ellen?!” The audience laughs.

She shrugs, “I’ll make a follow up game for you, ‘What would you rather’ and we’ll play it here on your next visit.” She gives you a cheeky smile before turning to face the screen behind the two of you.

The screen flashes to two pictures, one on the left side and one on the right side.

“Oh wow, you’ve got pictures.” You tilt your head at the choices, it was between Nicholas Hoult and Liam Hemsworth, “Well, Liam’s with Miley, and she’d kill me if I picked her hubby, and Nicholas Hoult has been in so many great movies, I mean have you seen him in Mad Max?!”

Ellen laughs, “I love how you’re treating this so seriously.”

You give her a confused look, “Was I not supposed to?” You gape at her as she waves her hand in the air.

“No no! Keep going just keep doing you!” She laughs.

You laugh, snorting slightly and turning to the audience, “What if they’re all just lined up backstage waiting for who I pick.” They laugh with you.

You shut your eyes, “Alright, I pick Nicholas Hoult! He’s older than me though.” You point out, then the picture of Liam changes to Ansel Elgort, “I have listened to his EDM soundtracks!” You jump in your seat excitedly.

Ellen shoots the audience a look, “Ansel it is, then.” They laugh.

The picture of Nicholas turns to Dylan O’Brien, “Okay, this is unfair, I’m pretty sure you had a list of things I liked and just found people in them, I mean!” You gesture towards the screen, “That’s Stiles!” The crowd cheers loudly, “You can’t ask me to pick between Stiles and Augustus Waters, are you kidding me? But, yeah, Stiles please.”

Ellen bursts out laughing, “Alright, Dylan, who’s next?”

Nick Robinson replaces the picture of Ansel, “Oh, alright, Love, Simon? Yes please, Nick Robinson please.”

Ellen gapes at you, “You need to pick a lane.”

You gasp, “I thought I was just playing a game?!” The audience laughs, and suddenly the picture of Dylan o’Brien is replaced by a picture of Tom Holland and suddenly, you can hear a pin drop in the room.

You make a ‘no big deal’ face at the screen, “Well, that’s unfair, that’s the love of my life, I choose Tom!” Suddenly the tension s no more and everyone is cheering for their favorite couple and you’re smiling out at the crowd but you feel your heart breaking into pieces.

“Alright, next is Ben Hardy!” The crowd laughs as you roll your eyes, “Obviously, Tom.” The crowd gets louder.

Then it’s between Nat Wolff and Tom, “Oh, I starred in that movie with him a few years back! Nat if such a sweetheart! But Death Note was terrible, I told him not to do it.” You shake your head at him, “Tom.”

Nat’s picture transitions to Logan Lerman, “Oh my god, I had such a big crush on him! We went out once when I was like 15 or 14 and I hadn’t met Tom yet and I remember he was such a gentleman but he was nervous about getting caught out on a date with me because we were both just starting out and you know how fans can be.” You sigh at the fond memory, “Tom.” The audience aws at the fact that you still picked Tom.

Suddenly, an unfamiliar face pops up as you stare at the picture in confusion and unfamiliarity.

“That’s Timothee Chalamet.” Ellen points out, “Isn’t he pretty?” Ellen gives a wink to the audience, as they laugh already expecting you to choose Tom over this celebrity you didn’t even know.

You hum, “There's something about him.” You furrowed your eyebrows, “I mean yeah, he’s beautiful but look at his eyes, I mean, wow.” You look at the screen, “I pick Timothee.”

Ellen’s eyes widen, as the audience gasps in surprise and Tom’s picture is replaced by Michael B. Jordan, “Oh wow, Killmonger and Creed.” The audience laughs.

“I think I’ll stay with Timothee.” Michael B. Jordan gets replaced by Cameron Monaghan, “He was absolutely wonderful as the Joker, have you seen him in Gotham?”

Ellen nods, “I thought they would for sure cast him in the movies, it’s so crazy how good he is!”

“I’ll pick Timothee.” You give Ellen a tight lipped smile as an applause starts to build up in the audience.

“Alright, this next one has really nice eyes as well.” The picture turns into that model you’ve seen now and again, with that peculiar name, Lucky Blue Smith.

You give an intake of breath, “I don’t know Ellen, I still pick Timothee.”

The picture then turns into Thomas Brodie-Sangster, “Oh! He is such a sweetheart! I met him at the premier to my movie, he is so sweet!” You give Ellen a sheepish smile, “But I’m gonna have to say Timothee.”

“Alright, final round.” Ellen announces, “We’ll bring him back just to make sure. Tom or Timothee?”

You bit your lip, looking hard at the screen, “It’s a tough choice Ellen, but there’s something about Timothee, so I’ll just pick him again.”

“Wow! You ended up with Timothee!” Ellen stand up to hug you, “Come on out, Timothee!”

Suddenly your eyes get big, waiting for a boy to walk from backstage, “Just kidding!”

You let out a sigh of relief, and laugh, “What if all of them were just backstage? That would be hilarious, I would have no idea what to do.” You shake your head as the audience laughs, “It’s so crazy how awkwardly clumsy and uncoordinated I am around boys.”

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You were in the backseat, your manager on the other side of you, typing away on her phone as you stared out the window at the fans lined up outside the studio, "Want to say hi to them?" She suggests.

You shake your head, your chest feeling heavy and your breathing slowing like you were hyperventilating through a plastic bag, "What if one of them pulls me out through the window? Or worse what if they throw things at me?"

She scoffs, "Well, they're fans, they won't hurt you."

You shrug, taking a hard swallow, "What if all of them aren't though?"

Your manager sighs and turns to you, “I wanted to talk to you about that.”

You narrowed your eyes at her, “About what?”

“The big guys in Def Jam want you to do a tour sometime this year or next year.”

You scoff, “No.” You shook your head, “No way.”

“Y/N, they’ve been patient with you. The only reason they’re even willing to keep you on as an artist was because I sent them those songs you gave me to sell to other artists-”

“And we made a lot of money from that!” You groan in exasperation, “Taylor Swift bought majority, and the rest were distributed to other artists, you still hear them on the radio! I made the record label money, and I didn’t even perform, they got a lot of the sales.” you point out.

She sighs, “Look, Y/N, you can make as many songs as you want and sell them to other people, but at the end of the day it’s still not gonna make you as much money as when YOU’RE the one who’s singing them, I think we should look into some professional help for this problem you’ve got going on, maybe see a therapist or look into some medication from a medical professional’s point of view-”

“I didn’t need them before.” You point out.

She pinched the bridge of her nose, “Yeah, well 5 years ago, I could still run a marathon, but I can’t exactly do that anymore.”

“Whatever this is, I’ll get over it, if I didn’t need a therapist before, then I don’t need one now-”

“You had Tom back then.”

Well that shut you up.

“Now you don’t, and you’ve gotten lazy.” She clenches her jaw, “You did one movie, and after that, what then? You’re back to locking yourself in your room. You have to keep moving, Y/N, keep adapting to stay in the spotlight, through this break up, the cameras and lights were all on you and all you did was lock yourself in your room and drink wine out of a bottle. So I don’t care if you’re making money, not when you’re doing it half-assed-”

“Am I not allowed to be hurt?” You snap, the tears already welled up in your eyes, “Am I not allowed to grieve this relationship that I’ve been in for the past 3 years and have put my whole heart and emotions into? I lost this whole other half of me and now I just feel so empty that sometimes I feel like I can’t function normally and at the end of the day, it’s still him I think about. For three years, all I ever knew was him and I and now that I’m all alone, I don’t even know what to do without him and this whole time it’s been like I was lifted off the ground and now I’m just falling into the earth and all this time I’ve just been waiting for the crash.”

She blinks at you sobbing in your seat as your emotions eat you up, she says nothing but instead embraces you.

“We all lose ourselves, Y/N. Let us help you find yourself.” She rubs your back, “It might be uncomfortable in the beginning, but it will be all worth it in the end.”

You pull away, fixing your clothes, “One step at a time.”

“And speaking of one step at a time.” She hands over her phone, an email opened up to an image of a script.”

“Celia”

Screenplay by

James Ivory

Sequel to the film “Call Me by Your Name” by

Luca Guadagnino

“They’re asking if you’ve read the script.”

You bit your lip, knowing exactly where the script was. It was stacked together with the other scripts you left unread for the past year, still in your old room. The one you shared with Tom, The same house that Tom lived in now.

You sigh, “I haven’t, but I know where it is.”

“And?”

“It’s in London.”

This gets her attention. “Should we call Troye to get it ready by the time we get back to London?”

“It’s not exactly with Troye at the moment.”

Her eyes widen in realization, “Oh.”

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Am I fun now?

Nick Robison x Fem!Reader

Word count: 1427

Request: I see your requests are open. I would give you my kidney for a nick Robinson smut. Love you 😘

Warnings: nsfw, unprotected sex ( buy a rubber at least it’s cheaper than a kid and better than any sexual infection) , some language.

A/N: so sorry it took me so long, but I’m really busy. Probably a lot of mistakes because I didn’t proof read this.

She closed the book in her holding, the sound of his typing echoing in her ears; she wandered what was her boyfriend doing. Y/N left the book on her right and bended over to take her phone from the nightstand; with a smirk on her features she opened instagram and decided to go live for a little bit.

“What are you doing baby?” She asked, subtly focusing the phone’s camera on him.

“Nothing.” He muttered still submerged on the laptop.

Y/N started pocking the side of his rib cage with her foot, but with the action she didn’t even get a look from him. “Babe.” She said quietly, having as an answer a hum. “Babe, whatcha doing?”

“Gmail.” He barely opened his mouth to say the word, making it come out silently and difficult to comprehend. Luckily, she understood him.

Now, she pointed the camera at her own face. “Get a boyfriend they sad; it’ll be fun they said.” Her voice full with sarcasm and a followed eye roll was something she could not hold back.

At her sayings, Nick turned his head to her with an eyebrow lifted in questioning. “Am I not fun?”

“Oh, look guys, he knows I exist!” Y/N said with false astonishment. “ Well, you are not fun now.” Her foot resting on his shoulder.

Nick looked down at the sock covered foot and a shit-eating grin appeared on his features, his hands quickly making their way to her limb. Before she could figure out what he wanted to do, she felt one of his hands gripping her foot and the other’s fingers brushing her foot’s sole. Her body immediately responding at the action with the arching of her back.

Her phone got lost somewhere between the sheets as she kept giggling and begging for him to stop. Nick hovered over her body and started tickling her sides. “ Am I not fun?” He asked again with that same grin as before.

She just shook her head, seeing how far would he go to prove her wrong.

“Alright.” He mumbled and stopped, his eyes wondering along the bed until they spotted her phone and took it. “Sorry guys, but Y/N and I have some things to discuss.” And with that he closed the instagram live.

Y/N looked at her boyfriend with tears at the corners of her eyes from all the laughing, her mind asking itself what was that brown eyed cutie going to do next.

“Babygirl,” he started, making her body shiver at how suddenly husky his voice had turned, “ you are gonna regret your own words after I’m done with you.” His harsh palms making a path up her bare legs, gripping the inside of her thighs when they were up enough. She yelped in surprise when his holding tightened and pulled her towards him, positioning his knees between her legs.

She swallowed dry, his thumb ghosting over the waistband of her shorts, playing with it, making her feel desperate for him to touch her where she needed him most. But Nick only send her that knowing look and left the waistband alone, to trace with the tip of his fingers the outlines of her navel. She unconsciously sucked the breath in for a moment, his touch cold against her abdomen. Just the same way he did with her legs, his hands went up her body and under her crop-top; an eyebrow lifted up and a side smirk decorating his features as he found out she wasn't wearing a bra.

“Did you take this off on purpose?” Nick questioned lowly, his lips slightly brushing hers and one arm placed beside her head to keep his body weight from crushing her.

“Mhm.” She hummed biting her lower lip and keeping eye contact with him. Nick licked his lips and squeezed her breast between his calloused hand, her nipples hardening at the sensation, causing an unmistakable mark against her top.

Nick connected his lips with hers, kissing her slowly, only making her want more. She had felt his lips against her more times than she could remember, but oh God, was it a new experience every time they kissed. Something she could not get enough of; it was his essence, intoxicating for her. He massaged her breast gently, the sound of her moans against his mouth made his blood flow rushedly to his member. She grunted in disapproval as he broke the kiss and stood on his knees, his hands easily working on undressing her. He teased her entrance with his fingers, her head falling onto the pillows and her lips parting as fainted moans escaped her lips. Nick watched lustfully her melting under his touch, a sight he could never get tired of. Her back slightly arched as she grinned on his fingers in the need for more.

“Baby please.” She begged opening her eyes to stare at him, that same smirk was still on his face. Nick inserted two fingers inside her in a ‘come here’ motion, her pleadings only increasing as he moved them in an agonizingly slow peace.

“Please, what?” He asked lowering his body over hers, his lips leaving gentle bites along her neck. But she didn’t speak, her mind out of reach as he took care of her body. “Speak babygirl.” He whispered against her ear, teeth slightly sinking into her earlobe and pulling it.

“More.” Y/N managed to breath out, her breathing already fastening. Nick kissed her harshly as his movements fastened, her hand gripping at his bicep for dear life. He could feel her nails digging into his flesh, not that he minded it.

The strong familiar feeling of the building of her climax overtook her body. “You gonna cum, babygirl?” Nick lifted his body from hers, fingers still working on her as he saw her legs lightly shaking. She nodded, unable to speak. “ Cum for me.” He whispered sultrily and it was all she needed to let go all over his fingers. He kept on pleasuring her, riding her through her orgasm.

Her eyes flying open,meeting him licking his fingers. “You taste so good, baby.” He praised kissing her, the taste of her own juices lingering on his lips. Y/N heard his zipper going down and soon after his clothes were down on the floor with hers. She looked at his member, her walls clenching with anticipation of what was about to come. “Turn.” He demanded and she did so with pleasure, a smirk crossing her lips for a second.

She stood on her knees, back arched, making him have a perfect view of her ass. His palm slid down her spine, he lowered his body to plant a kiss between her shoulder blades. Y/N could feel his hands going back up her body, gripping her butt before he slip his dick between her lower lips, grinding against her core. Y/N liked the feeling, but it was not what she wanted.

“Nick baby, fuck me please.” She cried out pushing her ass against his crotch.

“You got it.” He said positioning his cock at her entrance and slowly pushing in, letting her adjust to his size. A muffled moan left her throat as she pressed her head against the pillow, her hands closing in fist around it’s material.

Nick increased his thrustings, the angle making the tip of his dick brush against her sweet spot easily. “So much for no fun, don’t you think?” He whispered rhetorically against her ear as he bent his body over hers.

He completely pulled out of her before thrusting back in brutally; Y/N groaned, anticipating the soreness she would have just moments after their intimate moment. Nick’s movements only got harder with the second.

“I-I’m not gonna last long...” She dragged the words, her lower belly tightening as she was at the verge of the cliff.

“I know, hold it for me, okay?.” She nodded desperately, her hips moving in sync with his to help him get to his release. Nick threw his head back, a loud growl leaving his throat as he gripped her hips tightly, leaving his print behind on her skin. “Now.” He moaned, her hands quickly moving to her clit, rubbing it in fast eights, as she felt her walls closing around his thick member. Nick kept thrusting, but the friction made his release come soon after hers, painting her walls with his seed.

Y/N collapsed onto the bed, her breathing far from normal. Nick pulled out of her, in a way making her feel uncompleted without him inside. “Am I fun now?” Nick asked with a smirk against her neck.

“A lot.” She breathed out pulling him in into a kiss.

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