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• backstage heat — kenny omega •

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{ summary } — how on earth did you hatred for each other turn into well… whatever this is?

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

{ word count } — 1.4k

{ pairing } — fem!reader x kenny omega

{ genre } — smut

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{ 40 } — you’re more than just a one night stand

{ 58 } — you have no idea how much i want you

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you could feel him looming behind you

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

his gaze fixated on your figure

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

“where you going girly, i just wanna talk”

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

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

you spat words like venom, acidic to his ears

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

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

“get lost, you prick!”

you managed to take sanctuary in a nearby storage room

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

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

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

“well, i can think of one thing”

kenny’s strength proved too much for you to handle

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

his body now barricading you against the door

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

“oh hell no-“

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

“i’d rather fuck one of the bucks-“

your contempt for kenny and the bucks was well documented

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

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

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

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

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

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

a sound that made your belly swirl with contempt

and more concerningly lust, arousal

it made your thighs clench together instinctively

your knees weak and mind in a daze

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

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

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

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

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

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

feeling him throb against you

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

kenny’s words echoed in your ears sinfully

no matter how much you tried to ignore his persistence

you could not deny how incredibly wet you had become

“i bet you touch yourself while thinking of me”

the blush increased, heat practically radiating off your cheeks

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

instead opting for a harsh slap to his cheek

an act which completely left him unfazed

he did not even flinch

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

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

his thumb looped in the belt buckle of your jeans

“you don’t know shit about me”

“oh really?”

he questioned, unbuttoning your jeans with one hand

you did not protest despite your hatred

he slipped his hand into your jeans, beneath your panties

fingers dancing across your soaked folds, teasing your clit

“then how come you’re so wet for me?”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

you might as well be the first to fully initiate

at least he’d leave you alone after this

dropping to your knees with haste

and much to his surprise, he let you continue

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

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

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

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

“sure, whatever you say, princess”

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

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

comfortable for him at least

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

you did, only increasing the heat in your cheeks

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

effectively fucking your throat with ease

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

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

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

your eyes were not keeping contact with his

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

spit pooled in the corners of your lips

a glossy sheen across the length of his cock

now dripping down your chin

“oh fuck-“ kenny grunted

holding your head firmly against his hips

your nose nestled in the neatly trimmed mound of pubic hair

as he emptied hot ropes of cum down your throat

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

you gasped for air, finally able to breathe

still feeling his warmth linger on your tastebuds

he was quick to pull you up by the hair

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

his still aching cock grinding against your clothed ass

his movements were swift

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

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

he gave no warning when he was about to enter

and no time given for you to adjust to his size

kenny began his movements with quick, rough thrusts

filling your cunt deep with each movements

“fuck you-“ you seethed through a moan

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

free hand coming up to wrap around your throat

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

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

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

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

“yes, fuck- your cock feels so good”

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

“good girl, such an obedient little thing”

your thighs began to shake

having to press yourself back against him to stablize yourself

your whines and whimpers flooded kenny’s senses

only fueling the arousal that burned through him

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

he began to increase his speed

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

“kenny please…”

you cried out through choked moans

spilling around his cock without warning, much to his amusement

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

kenny stuffed his cock back into his shorts with haste

quickly pulling your panties and jeans back up

feeling the warmth of his cum radiate against your overstimulated cunt

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

he gave a soft hum in acknowledgment

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

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

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

“you’re more than a one night stand”

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[im-just-a-mississippi-girl]

Since You Been Gone

Pairing: None

Category: Angst with a happy ending

Word count: 2,335

Summary: Kenny turns into an asshole and develops an unhealthy behavior until an angel comes along and saves him.

Warnings: Swearing, mentions and references of sex

A/N: This is part 2 of I'm Giving Up On Love 'Cause Love's Given Up On Me. It can be read on its own, but if you want the full story/backstory I suggest reading the first one. The beginning has a few little references to part one, but nothing you can't piece together on your own.

Part 1

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It had been two months since you left Kenny. The first few weeks hit him hard. He was a crying, wallowing mess. Matt and Nick hated seeing their best friend so miserable so they tried everything they could think of to get him to go out and have fun, but it was no use.

Everywhere he looked all he saw was you. That last heartbreaking conversation played over and over in his mind. ‘You never noticed but he did! He saw the second I wasn’t being myself and he took care of me — he is taking care of me.’

When Kenny made the decision to give up on love, he meant it.

Kenny didn’t find romance appealing anymore, if anything he found it appalling. The second you drove away that day, he was ruined. Kenny knew there would never be another you and that was devastating. You were his world and he ended up ruining everything, failing to pay enough attention to you thus driving you into another man’s arms.

The past month Kenny decided he would take Matt and Nick up on their offer to go out after the most recent Dynamite, it wasn’t like he had anyone to go home to anymore. Unfortunately, the Jackson brothers didn’t know they were about to feed into their best friend’s unhappiness and unhealthy behavior.

The trio went out for a couple drinks at the nearest bar. That’s where Kenny met a pretty brown eyed, blonde. She kept eying him and he did the same. Eventually, they each ditched their respective friend group and met up by the bar, both their friend groups all watched the interaction.

Matt and Nick thought that maybe this girl would help Kenny return to his normal self, get him out of this depressive funk. The next thing the brothers knew Kenny and the blonde were heading for the door without so much as a nod in their direction.

The two-thirds of the trios tag team champions shared a look, an eyebrow raised and slight smirk crept upon each of their faces. Maybe this is it. Maybe they’ll hit it off.

Kenny and the mystery woman miraculously made it to Kenny’s hotel room, it was miraculous because the pair couldn’t keep their hands or lips off of one another for more than five seconds.

Once in the room, both parties were shedding their clothes and stumbling towards the bed where they would have an intense session of nothing but rough sex. This was the first time Kenny had a woman in his bed since the breakup.

When it was all over, Kenny looked over at the woman wrapped up in the sheets. One thought played on loop in his head — she’s not you. Kenny stared at the ceiling for what felt like hour before the woman, who’s name he didn’t even care to learn, spoke up, “I had a great time. What do you say we get some dinner sometime?” She had a hopeful look on her face, but Kenny knew his answer the moment he saw her.

“No.” He was stern and cold with his answer. He didn’t want anything more, he just wanted to blow off some steam, to have a woman touch him, to please him. Kenny Omega just wanted sex.

The blonde was devastated and quickly pulled her clothes on before storming out of the room, the door slamming closed behind her.

Matt and Nick were just making their way to their hotel rooms when the blonde pushed past them, looking humiliated. The two looked at each other confused and concerned. What happened?

The pair stopped by Kenny’s room and knocked. When the door opened revealing Kenny, neither of the men knew what to say. Kenny had this cold aura about him, a steely look on his face, eyes empty of emotion.

“What?” Kenny snapped at the brothers. Nick looked at his brother, not wanting to say a word to Kenny about his demeanor.

Matt finally opened his mouth after a few moments. “What happened with that girl from the bar? We just passed her in the hall, she looked upset.” Matt was internally flinching at the possible reaction he would receive.

“Sex. That’s it.” Kenny rolled his eyes clearly annoyed at this conversation. “Anything else?” He asked, sharply.

“No. That’s all. We just—” Nick attempted to clear things up but Kenny slammed the door in their faces.

The Jackson brothers sighed and headed to their rooms. Both men knew how much you leaving Kenny affected him but they didn’t realize he would be like this. They thought over the past two months that he would get over you and move on — clearly that wasn’t the case.

The next week Kenny took it upon himself to go out to a nearby club — this time alone. He didn’t bother telling Matt, Nick, or Brandon where he was going, much less invite them along.

This time Kenny crossed paths with a sultry redheaded woman.

The woman noticed Kenny sitting alone at a booth with a perfect view of the dance floor, where the woman currently danced with two other women. Kenny figured they must have been her friends, but he didn’t care about them.

The redhead sauntered over to the booth. “Wanna dance, hot stuff?” She purred in his ear. A wicked smirk played on Kenny’s lips. Hook, line, and sinker.

Kenny let the woman lead him onto the dance floor where they more than put everyone in the room to shame. Sensual touches, seductive looks, and heated kisses were just the few things the surrounding patrons witnessed.

No more than four songs had played before the pair exited the club.

Hands and lips were all over one another as the Uber driver approached the hotel Kenny was staying at. The two took advantage of the fact that they were alone in the elevator, hands slipping between legs and under clothes, toying with one another until the elevator doors opened on the correct floor.

Kenny made quick work of unlocking the door and pulling the redhead into the room. Clothes were all but ripped off as they toppled onto the bed.

Neither one was sure how long they spent enjoying the company of each other, just that it was a good time.

Once again, Kenny promptly told the woman to leave, the same cold and harsh tone form last week. Unlike the blonde, the redhead wasn’t humiliated or upset by leaving. Kenny vaguely remembered her saying something about just wanting to have a good time, just sex.

Matt, Nick, and Brandon had went looking for Kenny, but they didn’t find him in the places they figured he would be, so the trio headed the hotel. Maybe he turned in early.

The boys stopped at Kenny’s door, Matt knocked three times before the door swung open and there stood a towel clad Kenny Omega, hair disheveled and a thin layer of sweat covering his skin. The guys just assumed he must have been about to shower, maybe he had hit the gym and they just missed him.

“We were looking for you earlier. You just disappeared on us.” Brandon spoke up.

“Went to the club then had some fun here.” Kenny rolled his eyes, already annoyed at the conversation. Kenny just want to do his own thing. It wasn’t like he had anything better to do, he didn’t have you to go home to anymore so why did it matter what he did?

“What’s going on with you?” Matt finally snapped, he didn’t even know who this was. He just knew this sure as hell wasn’t his best friend.

Kenny just scoffed at Matt’s question and all but slammed the door in their faces. Matt and Nick shared a collective sigh as Brandon was left confused by Kenny’s behavior.

Brandon had known about the breakup and how hard it hit Kenny but this wasn’t what he expected. He thought the Jackson brothers were exaggerating when the duo filled Brandon in on what happened last week — clearly they weren’t.

The next couple weeks had come and gone, and Kenny’s behavior and demeanor had not changed much, if anything it had gotten worse. He was still picking up women from local bars and clubs in whatever city they were in, but these last couple weeks he was bringing two girls back with him. His treatment was the same though, sex then kicking them out.

Most girls didn’t care, they just wanted the experience.

The Bucks were getting tired of watching the sting of women exit their best friend’s room. They were getting tired of watching Kenny grow cold, hard, and distant. Something had to be done, and it had to be done as soon as possible.

It was time for an intervention of sorts, to get Kenny to talk it all out and break this unhealthy cycle. The brothers desperately needed Kenny back to his fun loving self again.

Matt and Nick recruited Brandon to help out. Brandon instantly agreed, he hated seeing Kenny like this too.

The trio brainstormed and finally hatched up a plan to put in motion for next week.

As the next week rolled around Matt, Nick, and Brandon began putting their plan into action.

The plan was to go about the day like usual, the true first step wasn’t until after Dynamite was over. There they would follow Kenny to the location of his choosing, just watch and see what happens. If Kenny did like he has been, they would confront him. The boys didn’t have a plan on what to do if, by some chance, he didn’t pick up a woman.

Low and behold, a pretty brunette had slid into the seat next to Kenny at the bar. The trio watched as Kenny and the brunette flirted with one another. This was it. Step two was soon to begin.

Matt, Nick, and Brandon watched the pair, patiently waiting for the two to exit the bar. Hours passed before the trio realized this night was different. Kenny and the brunette were just talking and laughing and having a good time. The three exchanged looks with one another but no one made an effort to move, staying glued to their seats at a table. They were amazed by what they saw. Kenny actually looked….. happy, something he hadn't been in months.

The men finally decided to leave the bar and get back to the hotel, they all had to pack and catch a plane home the next afternoon.

Kenny and the brunette eventually left the bar but this time Kenny didn’t take her to his hotel room, he took her to get some food instead. Given the hour all that was open was a fast food. Thankfully, neither one cared, too immersed in the conversation they were currently having.

As the night went on, the two ended up exchanging phone numbers and making plans to meet up again soon. Kenny had found out durning a conversation that the brunette was about to finish cosmetology school in the next few weeks. AEW does need another hair and makeup artist since one of them had to quit for personal reasons. That could be brought up after she graduates and ran by Tony, Kenny thought.

Kenny drove her to her hotel, turns out she was staying at the one across the street from his. Goodbyes were said as well as promises to talk soon.

Kenny returned to his hotel room and began packing up his things, a smile on his face — one that hadn’t been there in months.

The next morning Brandon, Matt, and Nick were in the lobby checking out of their rooms at the desk when Kenny came strolling in, looking a million times better than the last time they saw him the night before. The trio noticed Kenny was actually smiling, like he looked genuinely happy. They all shared a look with one another when Matt decided he would test the waters. “You look happy. Is the old Kenny back or is this smile just for appearance sake?” Matt asked, eyebrow raised in skepticism.

Kenny took in Matt’s words and the past several weeks had come flooding back to him. He remembered how much of an asshole he had been when his friends stopped to check on him and try to help him get out his unhealthy habit and behavior as well as his icy demeanor. Remorse washed all over Kenny’s face. “Guys, I’m sorry for the way I was treating you. You were just trying to help me and I was being the world’s biggest asshole. You don’t have to forgive me for it because I don’t forgive me for it. Hell, I wouldn’t want to be my friend anymore after being on the receiving end of my shitty behavior. I just want to say I’m sorry. I actually met a literal angel last night at the bar. She was a huge help in getting me to realize I was going about this breakup wrong and developing unhealthy habits.” He was pouring his heart out right then and there before he realized.

The boys looked at one another and exchanged slight nods. “We forgive you. Just let us help next time. We don’t like seeing you miserable and developing unhealthy habits.” Matt said, watching as Kenny nodded along.

“I might be wrong but I don’t think there will be a next time. This woman — this angel — she’s…. she’s just so gorgeous and funny and kind. Call me cliché but I think she’s the one.” Kenny shrugged in attempts to seem nonchalant all while he was beaming internally.

“How about you tell us about her on the way to the airport?” Nick offered, he wanted know about this angel as Kenny kept calling her and he knew Matt and Brandon wanted to know too.

The four finished checking out of their rooms and headed to the car more than ready to hear their best friend gush about his angel.

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[ghostficwriter]

Needy Negotiation

Pairing: Kenny Omega x Reader  Genre: Comedy/a little fluff? Warnings: N/A Word Count: 749 Characters: Kenny Omega Plot: Kenny is an adorably needy boyfriend, but sometimes his clinginess gets in the way your productivity, for example, when you’re trying to finish an interview...

Author’s Note: This piece is inspired by @xkennyxomegax ‘s post about Kenny distracting the reader during an interview <3. I hope you enjoy it, dear!

Kenny Omega was a needy man when it came to attention from his loved ones, and most of the time, you were happy to oblige. Being showered in cuddles, kisses, and caresses by the man you loved was endearing. He always made you feel wanted, treasured, even needed. 

But sometimes, Kenny’s thirst for attention could be…counterproductive. Kenny was clingy in general - Excited Kenny was clingy, Sad Kenny was clingy, even Frustrated Kenny was clingy. But they all had nothing on Bored Kenny. And, after a nine hour flight, a three hour meet and greet, and a nap, the man had a significant block of time to kill while you did a round of interviews. You’d insisted he go back to the hotel, but he insisted on waiting.

And, of course, he got bored.

It started with your phone buzzing in your  pocket. You ignored the first vibration. And the second. Even the third and fourth. But when it started vibrating nonstop, indicating a spam of new notifications, you shot an apologetic look at the interviewer. “I’m so sorry,” you cringed and pulled out your phone, scrolling quickly through the messages: Hey. Hey. Babe, I’m bored. I miss you. Are you hungry? What should we get for dinner? Matt and Nick won’t respond but I think we should all grab takeout. I want pizza, is pizza okay? I don't feel like going out. If we get pizza we can all just chill at the hotel.

You gritted your teeth and shot back a quick reply: “I AM IN AN INTERVIEW.”

You managed to make it a few more minutes fully focused before Kenny ramped up his efforts.  “The rehab wasn’t easy, but being back in the ring is everything. The physical therapy hurt, but having to sit at home while everyone else was wrestling, that was definitely the worst -” your sentence dropped off as you heard a small thud. 

Kenny was standing at the door of the room, his face pressed up to the glass window. You took a tense breath and directed your attention back to the interview.

You barely made it through the end of your story before the sound of the door opening distracted you again.

You shot a glare at Kenny, who smiled cheekily back at you and took a seat in the back of the room.

You tried to ignore him while you answered the next question, but he kept making funny faces at you - sticking his tongue out, crossing his eyes, pursing his lips. You fought valiantly to hold in your chuckle, truly, but you lost. The poor interviewer’s face crinkled in confusion when you burst into a fit of giggles. 

“I am so, so sorry,” your words contrasted with the laughs escaping from your lips and the smile they formed. 

Kenny grinned up at you like a menace as you made your way over, clearly pleased with himself and presumably amused with your efforts to school your expression. 

“Just because I am laughing does not mean I’m not mad at you!” You poked his chest accusingly.

“But baaaaaabe, I’m -”

“Bored. Yes, I know Kenny. However,” you gestured to the camera, microphone, and interviewer, “I’m a little busy.”

“But babe -”

“Kenny. Sweetie. Darling.” You grimaced and cupped his face in your hands, “If you let me get through this interview without any more interruptions, we can get pizza, cuddle, and watch whatever you want while we eat. I will even play Street Fighter with you. But, please, please let me get through this.”

Kenny’s eyes narrowed in consideration, his head tilting, pulling your hands along with it. “I accept -”

“Good -”

“I accept, if you throw in a kiss.” He grinned like a triumphant child as you rolled your eyes.

“Yes, that’s fine, Kenny, I’ll see you when I’m finished.” You made to turn away, but he caught your arms and pulled you back.

“I mean a kiss right now.” 

You sighed, glancing back at the poor, poor, confused interviewer, but Kenny knew exactly the look you couldn’t resist, his blue eyes trained on you, his lips in a slight pout. And, before you could change your mind, you pulled him close, pecking him once on the cheek and once on the lips. “No. Interruptions.” 

Kenny nodded at you, grinning at his success, your kiss, and the promise of a night holding you in his arms. You rolled your eyes again as you headed back to your interview, but you couldn’t help but smile too. 

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[debbiechanclub]

Cold Hands, Warm Heart

Kenny Omega x Reader

Prompt: Physical 2, No. 9 — “Your hands are so cold, let me warm them up” Word count: 378 Requested by: Anonymous

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“It’s almost summer, why is it so cold?!”

You curled up underneath a fleece blanket and watched impatiently as Kenny stoked the flames in the firepit on the deck. You’d known Canada would be colder than Florida, but you hadn’t thought it would be this cold. You’d packed cute summery tops and dresses and were starting to think you should have packed sweaters and jackets instead.

“Welcome to Winnipeg,” Kenny returned with a grin. You pursed your lips.

“I see why you moved to Jacksonville.”

He sent you a teasing look. “Are you saying you don’t like my hometown?”

“No, not at all!” you jumped to say. “I do like it! I just wasn’t prepared for it to be this cold.”

He nodded in understanding. “It is a little colder than usual. But that just means we can enjoy the fire.”

He sent you a smile that warmed you from the inside out. You and Kenny had been seeing each other for a few months now, but it all had felt somewhat casual up until he’d taken a leave of absence from the ring to recuperate from all the injuries he’d ignored for far too long. Suddenly, you’d wanted nothing more than to be there for him, and you’d both grown closer for it. So, when Kenny had asked you to come with him to spend some time back home in Winnipeg, you’d known it meant things were getting serious with a capital “S.” And honestly, you’d never been happier.

“There we go,” Kenny said as the kindling finally caught flame. He set the fire poker down and joined you on the couch, underneath the blanket; but as you cuddled into his side, he unexpectedly jumped at your touch.

“Holy―! Your hands are so cold!”

“Sorry,” you sheepishly apologized. “I told you it’s too cold!”

But he just took your hands in his. “Here, let me warm them up.”

He folded both your hands in his and caringly rubbed and kneaded them with his fingers, the friction creating a pleasant sense of warmth. Not just in your hands, but in your whole being.

“Better?” he asked.

“Better,” you smiled, and he wrapped his arm around you and pulled you into his side, the most comfortable you’d ever been.   

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[h0ney-fiction]

The Bet Pt. 6

A/N: Happy New Year! We are back with a new, super long, super fun chapter! The tagging system is refusing to work with me so if you can see this, thank you for reading! As always, I would love to hear your feedback.

Word Count: 2,883

She told Kenny she would think about it.

Taylour was well aware of the arrangements of the roster on the road and didn’t think she was a prude, in any regard, but Eddie could make her face beet red with some of the stories she’s heard him spill over airline coffee. More times than she would like to count, she’s been stuck on a plane listening to him, Santana, Trent, and even Wheeler boast about their sexual conquests on and off the roster. 

Kenny and Taylour’s arrangement, while novel in the stipulation, wasn’t necessarily unusual. She always thought it was a playful benefit amongst two friends on the road. However, the possibility of going home with Kenny made it feel so much more than that.

On the night of the show, she wasn’t sure of her answer.

Before her last interview, Taylour found herself alone in the design room, deep in her thoughts.

Sandra walked into the room wearing her coat half-buttoned, preparing to close the room for the night.

“Taylour? What are you still doing here?”

Taylour shrugged, “Just thinking.”

Not wanting to pry, Sandra nodded.

“Well, if this helps, if you’re thinking about it you’re not going to give yourself an answer.”

Seeing the younger woman’s puzzled expression, she continued.

“If you think about something too much you’re going to end up in an endless loop weighing the pros and cons. You have to go with this, this, and sometimes even that,” She said pointing to her heart, gut, and then the sky.

Taylour stifled a chuckle at the older woman’s advice, “Wouldn’t that be dangerous to follow my heart and my gut all the time?”

Sandra shrugged, “Sometimes it’s not possible, the head can always get in the way of things. But I think it’s always worth trying.”

Taylour smiled. Somehow Sandra’s advice was everything that she needed.

She hugged the older woman goodnight and made her way to the media room for her final interview of the night. By the time things wrapped, Kenny and Adam were deep into their match with Nick and Matt. While she was tempted to stay and see the end, she was more than ready to take everything off into more comfortable attire. She waved a good night to the crew, thanked them for another amazing Pay-Per-View, and headed back to her dressing room.

No matter the venue, Taylour always decorated her dressing room. She had a carry-on dedicated to all the things she used to make the room cozy. It carried all the necessities but her most valued item was a wooden sign of her name. A woodworking fan gifted it to her at a convention and she carries command hooks in her carry-on just to hang it perfectly on the door of her dressing room at each venue.

So when she noticed it ever-so crooked to the side, her pace slowed. 

Taylour took her time getting to the door. Once there, she stood and debated if she wanted to open it or turn back around.

The main event was next so Maxwell was probably somewhere gearing up. 

Shawn usually tried to bag a groupie during the last hour of each show.

Wardlow was home with a sprained knee from the week before.

Taylour decided to take her chances and firmly grabbed the knob. She quickly opened the door. It was dark, but no one was there.

She exhaled the breath she didn’t know she was holding. She flicked on the light switch to reveal the room filled with lilies.

Her favorite.

She closed the door behind her, pressing her back against it as it closed. The sweet scent of the flowers filled her nose as she stood there, stunned. Her eyes roamed around the room and found a note nested in a bouquet on the coffee table. She approached and placed her hand over it nervously as if the envelope would explode at her touch.‌ Delicately, she picked it up. The envelope bared nothing but a burgundy wax seal on the back with the gold monogram MJF.

She carefully opened it to reveal a cursive handwritten note.  Taylour could smell a faint fragrance emitting from the note and brought it to her nose. She breathed in and smelled a woody, clean scent. She brought the note down and read it.

A car will pick you up after the show next week. 

Wear something sexy.

 - Maxwell

She laughed to herself, shaking her head, not knowing whether to be aroused or terrified. 

There was a knock at the door that nearly made her jump out of her skin.

Glancing at herself in the mirror, she inhaled a deep breath as she opened the door just enough to reveal the top half of her body. She was relieved to see it was Kenny, beaming with the belt over his shoulder. He was covered in sweat and panting, still catching his breath from the match.

I couldn’t wait. I had to know…” he trailed off. 

The young woman couldn’t help but return his smile.

“Yes.” She affirmed.

Somehow Kenny’s smile grew even wider.

His body betrayed him and he leaned down to kiss her. Taylour obliged but quickly backed away and looked at both sides of the hallway to see if anyone may have seen. Kenny didn’t care. He almost couldn’t resist the urge to continue and “celebrate” in her dressing room if he didn’t promise Adam.

Kenny pecked Taylour once more and turned to walk toward the men’s locker room. When he arrived, he saw Adam standing in front of the door; a belt in one hand and a half-drunk beer in the other.

“Where’d you go?!” The cowboy inquired as he approached within earshot, matching Kenny’s smile.

Kenny shrugged, “Just a victory lap.

⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀Kenny’s home wasn’t what Taylour was expecting.

Thinking back, she wasn’t sure what she had in mind, but she was surprised to see palm trees sprawl around his property like a fence as they pulled into his driveway. She was even more surprised to hear the sound of waves crashing in the not-so-far distance.

“There’s a private beach that’s a three-minute walk from here,” He said, casually.

“We can take a walk later tonight if you want.”

Taylour just nodded, taking it all in.

Inside was more of what Taylour expected. Clean, and modest, with vast displays of various anime and video games. Not surprisingly, he had a dedicated gaming room with all of the latest games and systems.

They went upstairs and reached the bedrooms.

“This will be your room for the weekend,” Kenny said as he opened the door. It was a spacious room painted a calming grey with a tranquil blue bedspread that reminded her of the ocean.

An oh slipped through her lips that she didn’t realize she said until he gave her a concerned look.

“Do you hate it? I have three others you can choose from,” He said quickly, attempting to pick up her luggage, but she stopped him.

“No!‌” She exclaimed.

“It’s not the room,” She said, calmer this time.

“I just thought we would be…”

An oh erupted from Kenny’s lip as he began to flush.

“I-I wasn’t sure you wanted that.”

Feeling embarrassed, Taylour assumed they would share his bed during her stay. It wasn’t unusual for them to fall asleep in each other’s hotel bed.

They just never woke up together.

“I don’t want to make you do anything you’re uncomfortable with,” Kenny said to break the silence.

Taylour pressed against Kenny, pushing his back against the door frame. She kissed him. Kenny responded by wrapping his arms around her. They suckled and teased one another until Taylour broke away, giving Kenny a look of wanting.

“I do,” she affirmed.

Kenny picked up her luggage and began to walk down the hall to the master bedroom. He dropped her luggage and turned around to find Taylour in the door frame taking out her shirt. Her denim shorts soon followed.

It was going to be a great weekend.

⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀Taylour woke up the next morning to the smell of fresh coffee. She opened her eyes to see Kenny sitting on the edge of the bed holding two coffee mugs. He was fully dressed, hair wet from the shower.

“Good morning sleepy head,” he teased. 

Taylour groaned and grabbed her phone from the nightstand to check the time. 9:15 AM.  She sat up and took one of the coffee mugs from him. 

“For most people, this is early for a Sunday,” she said after taking a sip.

“Not for me. I already worked out and had a phone interview today,” he returned.

“Do you ever take a break?”

“I‌’m taking one right now.”

The two finished their coffee in comfortable silence.

After breakfast and a shower, Kenny took Taylour for a ride around town. The neighborhood was covered lusciously in palm trees and other Florida greenery. The weather was warm, but the sweet breeze of the ocean kept things cool and smell like sea salt wherever you went. After a little while, he turned into a parking lot. Kenny glanced over to Taylour as they pulled in. Her increasingly pleasantly surprised face as he parked gave him great satisfaction.

“How did yo-”

“I remembered a promo you and Brandi did talking about figure skating together growing up.”

Figure skating was a foundational sport in Taylour’s upbringing. Like her sister, she started at the age of four and competed for over a decade. It was a sport that Taylour loved and missed being more active in. The promo that he was referring to was one of the first they filmed for the show. Taylour felt touched by his ability to recall. 

The pair walked inside and rented skates.

“I would have asked you to bring your pair, but that would have given away the surprise,” he said as they laced up.

Taylour shook her head, “That just means we have to do this again.”

It was an early morning on a Sunday so the rink was mostly empty. They took their time talking with the occasional kiss before making their way to the rink. They skated and talked for hours. Taylour found out that Kenny use to play hockey and that was his dream career before wrestling. In response, she let Kenny know she received a scholarship for figure skating throughout college and had dreams of going professional.

“Maybe we could have met each other under different circumstances,” Taylour said.

Kenny hoped so.

They continued to skate until their bodies grew tired.

“I’m starving,” Taylour said as they walked out of the rink. The Florida heat instantly warmed their bodies.

“There’s a Mexican place not too far from my place. We can walk there.”

“Only if we can walk on the beach afterward.”

“Call it a date.”

Taylour blushed at Kenny’s forwardness. Today felt like she was seeing a different side of him.

Kenny opened Taylour’s car door and they drove back to his house. They walked to the Mexican place which was a homey ma-and-pop shop. The guacamole was fresh and the tacos were authentic as the smell of carne asada filled the air. Kenny and Taylour ate their weight in tacos by the time they got to the beach. 

It was a warm night, as the moon made a crescent in the sky. They walked close enough on the shore for the waves to touch their feet, Taylour’s arm intertwined with Kenny’s. They stopped for a moment to admire the sky, filled with stars.

Kenny turned to Taylour.

“So‌ I’ve been thinking…” he began.

Taylour looked at him.

“What?”

He was slow to come to his words. He looked up to the moon and then back at her. Her skin was glowing as if the moon was bouncing its life off her skin. Her big brown eyes looked at him intently.

“What have you been thinking about?” Taylour inquired, snapping him back from his daze.

Finding it hard for the right words to come to mind, Kenny decided to speak from the heart.

“I don’t want us to do the bet anymore, Taylour.”

He cupped her face,

“I want to be with you without the stipulation. I’m tired of counting the days until I can see you again.‌ I don’t want to hide how I feel from anyone, including you, anymore. I want to fall asleep and wake up next to you. I want to be with you.”

Kenny was afraid that he wasn’t making any sense but Taylour’s soft smile graciously reassured him.

“Yes,” she said with the same ease she had the night she agreed to the bet.

He could still recall how nervous he was, just like he was now, to tell her what was on his mind. Yet she took it all in and managed to calm him down with just a smile.

He leaned and kiss her. Taylour parted her lips, letting his tongue explore hers as they melted into each other underneath the moonlight. Their feet were covered in sand as the waves crashed into their feet. They teased each other, nipping each other’s lips for a while before deciding to walk back home before things went too far.

They barely made it through Kenny’s front door before taking each other’s clothes off. By the time they reached his bedroom, everything was tossed off somewhere in between. Taylour’s body ached at Kenny’s touch, his lips tracing down her neck from behind. His hands were firm and taking his time grasping and playing with her breasts. He pinched her nipples, causing her to yelp in surprise but soon afterward moan in pleasure. 

Kenny wasn’t sure where to begin. He’s been fantasizing about this moment for so long that it almost felt too good to be true. At any moment he was going to be awakened to find himself alone in a hotel room. When Taylour took one of his hands and placed it over her wetness, it brought him back to the sweet reality that this was real. He rubbed his finger against it, teasing her. He moved his other hand from her breast to caress down to her thigh. Taylour’s moans grew louder, enjoying the fact that she doesn’t have to hold back. 

Kenny guided Taylour to the bed and have her sit on the edge. He got on his knees and spread her legs. He kissed her from her toes to her thighs, caressing her skin. He inserted a finger inside her sweetness and gently pulsed. Taylour leaned back, closed her eyes, and savored his touch. After a little while, she felt Kenny’s tongue against her sweetness causing her to throw her head back in pleasure. Her pants and breaths filled the room. With every moan of his name, Kenny rolled his tongue around her, causing her knees to shake. He pulled away and was met with Taylour’s hands cupping his face, meeting him halfway to kiss him. He felt stiff from her touch as she pulled him onto the bed on top of her, lying on her back.

Kenny nibbled her ear and then suckled on her breasts.

Taylour wrapped her arms around Kenny’s muscular back. She pressed him against her and placed her lips over his left ear.

“I want you inside me,” She whispered.

Kenny positioned himself inside her. In response, Taylour wrapped her legs around his hips. Wanting to take his time, he took deep slow strokes. Taylour’s moans and sweet nothings filled his ear, becoming more charged with every stroke.

Taylour moved her lips to Kenny’s mouth and kissed him with intensity. He could feel her hips tense underneath him, a signal she was close. 

He broke the kiss, breaking free from Taylour. She gasped at his strength to pull her on top of him in a straddle position and put himself back inside her. He quickened the pace of his thrust, causing her breast to bounce with every pump. Taylour’s moans became incomprehensible as her breaths shortened. He felt her orgasm ripple through her but it didn’t stop him. He slowed down his pace to just shy of what it was before. The feelings of pleasure took over and overwhelmed her body as she whined out his name over and over again.

Kenny came inside her soon afterward.‌ He let out a deep, low groan as his cock pulsated inside her. Taylour let out a soft moan, thrusting her hips up once more before pulling away.

She laid on her stomach beside him, resting her head on his shoulder. The two lay in lover’s bliss.

A few moments later, he could hear Taylour lightly snore, dozing off. Kenny gently slid out of the bed and went to collect their clothes. He picked up his phone from his shorts pocket and checked the screen. The clock flashed, 11:52 PM as he noticed an email thread between him, Brandi, and Tony debating on whether to sign a new wrestler. He decided he would reply in the morning.

He set his alarm for the morning and crawled back into bed with Taylour who already wrapped herself in the sheets.

She kissed her forward and pulled her close. He fell asleep but couldn’t dream because it had finally become a reality.

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[headunderwaters]

put up my first fic on ao3, it’s kenny/oc, go give some love pls. 🩵

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[midwestmade29]

Do You Wanna Build a Snowman? ☃️

Christmas writing prompt: #2 Playing in the snow together Word count: 739 Divider by: @firefly-graphics GIF by: @junglehooks Be sure to check out @madhatterbri's [full list] of Christmas and New Year writing prompts!

It’s my first Kenny Omega story guys! I’m so excited about it 🥳 I came up with this story idea not really having anyone in mind to write it about, but the more I thought about it…Kenny just made sense 🥰

All fluff for Kenneth Jerome 🙂

I adore him ❤️

You and Kenny Omega have fun playing in the snow together…

Kenny was used to the cold, having grown up in Winnipeg. No matter how low the temperature got, this man still thrived! The snow had really come down over night, fresh white powder coating every surface as far as the eye could see. Neither of you had anywhere to be today since your schedules allowed you to be home for the holiday! Kenny stood and looked out the window, an idea suddenly striking him. “Hey, Y/N! When was the last time you played in the snow?” He asked inquisitively. “What do you mean? Like, build a snowman or something?” “Yeah, exactly! Actually gone outside and enjoyed it. Snowball fight, sledding, snow angels, you name it! Let’s take advantage of the weather and have some fun!” His excitement was contagious, there was no way you could say no to him. “I haven’t done any of that since I was a kid. Let’s do it!”

Once the two of you were bundled up from your head to your toes, off you went! You stepped outside, the cool air kissing the bare parts of your face, making your eyes water a little bit. Kenny was a few steps ahead of you, eager to get this snow party started. “What do you want to do first, Y/N?” He asked as he sat down all the supplies he had collected from the house. Your heart melted at his eagerness, smiling at the pure joy on his face. “Um, why don’t we build a snowman first?” You suggested. Without missing a beat, Kenny grabbed everything you needed from the carrot nose to the black hat, and the pipe he took from a snowman decoration inside. You worked on rolling and packing the middle section of the snowman while Kenny worked on the base. The proportions were off between your two pieces, causing you to laugh at the very full bottom mixed with a skinny midsection. “I can’t wait to see how the rest of it turns out!”

“Would you do the honors?” Kenny asked as he handed you the final piece to the snowman. You smiled as you placed the black hat on top, completing your masterpiece. “So, what’s next?” you asked after kissing Kenny on the cheek. He advised you to stay where you are, chuckling to himself as he walked away. You thought he was just moseying through the stuff he had brought outside, but you were sadly mistaken when you felt the ice-cold snowball burst on your chest. “Hey!” you shouted in Kenny’s direction. “You’re going down, Omega!” Both of you landed several direct hits on one another with snowballs, even when you hid behind various objects around or used them as shields. The great snowball war eventually came to an end, and you and Kenny sat next to each other catching your breath. “Truce?” he asked while reaching his hand out for to you to shake. “Truce.” You happily agreed.

Sledding was next on the agenda, and thankfully no trip to the ER was necessary. During one trip down the hill, you ended up going a little faster than you anticipated, letting out a shriek in the process as you toppled off the sled towards the bottom. Kenny rushed over to you full of worry and was confused when he heard you laughing. “Are you okay?!” he asked as he knelt in the snow. “Never better!” you squeaked out through your laughter. Once Kenny finally exhaled, you grabbed hold of his arm and pulled him down to the ground, forcing him to join you on top of the wet snow. You started moving your arms and legs like you were doing jumping jacks while laying down, and Kenny followed your lead making the same motions. Neither of you got up to see how your snow angels turned out, only laid there next to each other before Kenny scooted closer and kissed you softly. “So, my little snow bunny, are you ready to go back inside?” he asked as he helped you to your feet. “Only if you promise to sit with me on the couch under a blanket.” Kenny kissed the tip of your nose and wrapped his arm around you as you made your way inside. When you snuck a quick glance up at him, he greeted you with a loving smile and you couldn’t help but wonder how you got so lucky to call this sweet kindred spirit yours.

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[daddyhausen]

could you do celebrating Kenny’s win with him after wrestle kingdom 17 if yk what i mean

• victorious — kenny omega •

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{ warnings } — 18 + { minors do not interact }, oral sex { male + female receiving }, male + female orgasms, squirting, throat fucking, hair pulling, facials, throatpie

{ word count } — 623

{ pairing } — fem!reader x kenny omega

{ genre } — smut

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simply basking in the dim glow of the moonlight

through sheer, hotel room curtains

merely awaiting his arrival

unfortunately you had not been able to accompany kenny to the area tonight

but you sure as hell were going to help celebrate his big win

in your own special way of course

he sauntered tiredly through the door, roughly around his night or so

his eyes exhausted and skin littered with welts and bruises the looked sore to the touch

just barely peeking out behind the sleeves and neckline of his hoodie

his gaze fell lazily upon you, brightening slightly upon catching you in his sight

there you sat, naked in the bed

welcoming him with open arms

well, more like open legs to be correct

a gulp thickly rose in kenny’s throat

dropping his bag at the foot of the bed

not even bothering to undress himself or usher any sort of word

for his mannerisms spoke clearly of his intent

he joined you on the bed

body positioned between your thighs.

his head ever more so

offering a few sparse kisses to your inner thighs

breathing in your sweet scent as his lips barely fluttered across your skin

“i take it this is my victory celebration?”

he remarked with a cheek quip, his lips curling into a small smirk upon receiving a nod in agreement from your

he dove in without another word

tongue swirling generous circles against your clit

the bud swollen and sensitive with each movement he gave

your fingers became entangled in the mess of ringlets and curls

tugging each time he gave a low moan into your cunt

“you fucking taste like heaven, princess”

the pet name left your thighs trembling

merely stuttering with thanks at his praise

his breath fluttering against your clit with each moan he gave

no warning he recieved from you

simply for the fact you could not contain yourself

your hips bucked up against his tongue

feeling the slick appendage dive deeper into your cunt

your juices seeping from the corner of his lips

drinking you in like a man dying of thirst

“fuck-“ you whined, back arching in pleasure

nails digging into the bedsheets

“on your knees princess, we’re not done yet”

you’d managed to stabilise yourself on all fours

which was fine enough for him

he pulled out his cock, the appendage previously confined to the restraints of his sweatpants

his cock, gleaming with pre-cum throbbing hard in his palm

he gathered your hair, a fistful of locks secured in a tight faux ponytail behind your head

smearing his pre-cum covered tip across your lips

prying them open, allowing his cock to fill your throat

“that’s it sweetheart, take it nice and deep for me”

staring up at him through red and teary eyes

can’t help but feeling so thankful for his cock

your forced yourself to take him deeper, despite your gag reflex

feeling him rest semi-comfortably in the back of your throat

your nose nestled in the mound of partially shaved hair at the base of his cock

“such a good fucking girl”

his hips snapped hard against your lips

a choked sputter caught in your throat

hot tears rolling down your cheeks

you hummed around his size, tasting every inch of him

“you want me to fill your throat, my princess? i wanna see that pretty face covered in my cum”

there was zero hesitation on your part

nodding hastily in need of his cum

within an instant your throat was full

gagging and choking on his warm cum till your heart’s content

his seed spilling onto your lips as he pulled out

of which he kissed you, tasting himself on his tongue

“thank you for that, sweetheart”

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[xkennyxomegax]

Obsessed with this song

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[im-just-a-mississippi-girl]

I’m Giving Up On Love ‘Cause Love’s Given Up On Me

Pairing: Kenny Omega x femme!reader

Category: Angst

Word count: 1,334

Summary: Kenny is done having to track you down and ask you questions about your whereabouts, he’s done with the fighting that comes afterwards, too. It comes to a heartbreaking shock that you had been finding comfort in another man’s arms.

Warnings: Swearing, implied cheating

Requested by: @tahiri-veyla — I hope you enjoy it! ❤️

You can find the original request here!

A/N: It’s short and not sweet. It made my heart hurt doing this to my sweet, sweet Kenny.

Part 2

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Kenny was so over it. You never wanted to hangout with him anymore, much less go anywhere with him. He was sick of the fighting, always having to ask you questions about why you didn’t let him know you’d be late or that you had went out, him coming home to an empty house. He trusted you, but did you not trust him? What changed? Why were you being so cold and cruel to him lately? Kenny didn’t know what happened between the two of you, but he completely and utterly hated it.

Everyday there seemed to be a new battle he had to fight with you. He desperately wanted to keep this relationship alive, but you were making it impossible with every passing day. He loved you and he thought you loved him, apparently he was wrong.

Kenny came home from the gym, hoping he could just shower, put on some sweatpants, and spend some quality time with you in your shared home. He entered the house, only to be met with silence as he dropped his keys on the table by the door. “Baby! I’m home!” He called out. When you didn’t answer, he checked the living room. You weren’t there. He checked the kitchen. Not there either. Kenny made his way up the stairs checking the guest room, his game room, the guest bathroom. You were seemingly nowhere to be found. The last places you could be were your shared bedroom or maybe in the bathroom, so Kenny entered the bedroom — still no you. He poked his head in the bathroom, but you weren’t there, worry began to set in. Your car was home, so where were you? Maybe out with some friends? Kenny checked his phone for any messages or missed calls from you, but found none, so he gives you a call. Maybe you forgot or got distracted. The phone rang over and over until your voicemail started, Kenny left you a message asking you where you were, if you were okay, and to call him back.

Hours passed and still no sign of you, you never returned his phone call or sent him a text to let him know what was going on. At this point, Kenny was about to go look for you, he was getting sick to his stomach, all these horrible thoughts ran through his head. What if you were hurt? What if your phone died and you needed help? What if you had somehow gotten lost?

Kenny grabbed the nearest hoodie and made a beeline for his keys and the door. This wasn’t like you, at least it used to not be like you, lately you were distancing yourself from Kenny and pushing him away all at the same time. Every time Kenny tried to talk to you, you would just shut down and not say a word or look in his direction.

The front door opened just as Kenny picked up his keys from the table. You slinked in the door, doing your best to be quiet and hoping Kenny hadn’t noticed you were gone, despite him already being home. “Where were you? I was about to go looking for you. I called, left you a voicemail and everything! Why didn’t you at least let me know you were okay?” All of his worries and concerns flooded out of him as he followed you into the living room. You wordlessly took a seat on the couch and turned the TV on, not wanting to deal with Kenny’s hundreds of questions.

That was the final straw for Kenny. He stood in front of the television with his arms crossed. “Talk to me. What is going on with you? What did I do? What did I do to make you hate me like this?” Kenny’s voice was defeated yet irritated. “Will you just tell me already? I’m so sick and tired of fighting with you! What’s changed? I’m done with the silent treatment. Talk to me dammit!” Kenny’s tone was serious and commanding. He never wanted to lose his cool with you, but his patience was running thin.

“Nothing.” Your eyes met Kenny’s, reading his reaction. He was still annoyed with that simple answer. You sighed and elaborated. “You did nothing, that’s the problem! You never do anything! You come home then go play some video game for hours then decide to pay attention to me! You’ve it all backwards, Kenny! How can you not realize that I’ve been missing you, that I’ve been needing you? But you know what, it doesn’t matter anymore anyways.” You angrily turned the TV off and threw the remote on the couch. Standing, you took a step toward Kenny and looked him in the eyes. “I’m done.” You turned on your heel and stomped towards the door.

Kenny didn’t know what to say, honestly. Maybe you were right. Maybe he hadn’t been paying you enough attention. Kenny knew he had to have an actual conversation with you about this before you left because this time, you might never come back. “Wait! Wait… let’s talk about this more. Explain everything to me, help me see what I’ve missed, how I messed this up. Let’s work this out.” Kenny pleaded, making his way across the room and gently grabbing your arm. “Please just… just don’t go yet.” Kenny felt awful that you had possibly been going through something and he missed the signs because he was too busy and exhausted when he came home.

“There’s nothing to work out Kenny! You didn’t notice! You never notice! You’re always gone and when you come back you think everything is fine but it’s a far from it Kenny! I’ve been struggling and you never noticed but he did! He saw the second I wasn’t being myself and he took care of me — he is taking care of me while you run around with your buddies wrestling and playing video games all the time! Where do I fit into that? No where, that’s where! I’m done Kenny. I’m leaving and you can’t change my mind. All of my things are gone but you didn’t notice did you?” You didn’t care what he was feeling because you were over Kenny Omega. You grabbed your keys out of your jacket pocket and stormed out of the house and into your car where you had the last few bags of your things in the trunk. You couldn’t get out of the driveway fast enough in you opinion. You didn’t even bother looking into the rear view mirror, if you had you would have seen Kenny standing at the door watching you leave with tears falling down his cheeks.

How did this happen? How did he not notice you needed him? Why didn't he check on you more often? Why didn't he spend more time with you as soon as he come home regardless of how drained he was? Kenny hated failing, he hated failing his friends, his family, and you — and that’s exactly what he had been doing, failing you.

Kenny didn’t know what to do now. He just had his heart ripped out and stepped on. Your words kept repeating in his head. ‘You never noticed but he did! He saw the second I wasn’t being myself and he took care of me — he is taking care of me.’ Kenny didn’t know who he was, but apparently you had been growing closer to this mystery man. The thought that Kenny had drove you into the arms of another man was devastating, it made Kenny feel even more shitty than he already felt. He didn’t know if he would fully recover from this nasty heartbreak. Going inside the now half empty house, Kenny lost it, crying for what felt like hours. He truly and genuinely loved you, but he ruined it. Once he finally got himself together, he made a decision — a drastic decision — Kenny Omega was giving up on love because love’s given up on him.

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FANFIC FRIDAY!

TOMORROW IS FANFIC FRIDAY!

On my main blog everyone voted and the winner came out to be Kenny Omega! There will be a Kenny Omega smut fanfic published tomorrow at 5PM CT! I'm very excited to see what everyone will think of it! Other than that, have a lovely day and more imagines your way!

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[ghostficwriter]

Headcanons: Vacation with Kenny Omega

Fandom: AEW (All Elite Wrestling) Pairing: Kenny Omega x Reader Genre: Gen/Fluff Warnings: N/A Tag List: @baysexuality @elitehoe

You would go to a resort with a water park

Kenny stops on the way there to get gas and snacks - he also grabs a couple of disposable cameras

In addition to snapping pictures with the disposable cameras to get developed later, Kenny takes endless pictures on his phone to send to Matt and Nick

Even with all the exciting attractions at the resort, the two of you spend a whole day just cuddled up in your room, basking in the chance to sleep in and relax

He definitely starts childish splashing wars with you in the pool

There’s probably also play wrestling in the pool XD

You guys film two segments to send in for BTE - one of you both relaxing in style (which Brandon will set to dramatic music and caption “Couple Goals”) and a goofy skit

Rubbing sunscreen on his back and shoulders (him teasing you if your hands linger “you like what you see, baby?”)

Holding hands as you float down the lazy river, Kenny dramatically letting go and crying out “NOOOOOOO!” as your innertube drifts away from his before paddling desperately towards you with his hands

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[bullet-clubs-bitch]

AEW Wrestlers Pregnancy Headcannons

Summary: AEW Wrestlers (Ft. Zack Sabre Jr and Nic Nemeth) reactions to finding out you are pregnant

Wrestlers mentioned: Kenny Omega, Nick Jackson, Matt Jackson, Jay White, Zack Sabre Jr, Nic Nemeth and Samoa Joe

Part 1 Part 2 Main Masterlist

Kenny Omega

It wasn't a secret that Kenny didn't want kids

He didn't even want a long term relationship as he claimed he wanted to be 100% focused on wrestling.

That was until he met you, he was instanly headover heels in love with you. Yet his opinion on children never changed

When you found out you were pregnant you were terrfied

You didn't know how Kenny would react to the news.

When you told him he broke out in tears.

Deep down inside he always wanted to be a dad

Kenny would not leave you side during your whole pregnancy

He would talk to your growing bump and fall asleep listing to the baby's heart beat

Kenny is such a girl dad, he would be the best father

Of course his daughter would come out with Kenny's gorgous curls

Nick Jackson

When Nick found out you were pregnant he was in pure shock

The two of you always wanted children but it never seemed to work out

When you unexpectedly found out when you were pregnant you coudn't wait to tell Nick, knowing how happy he would be

Nick would be all over you during your pregnancy

He would'nt let you lift a finger, he would take such good care of you. He's such a sweetheart!

He would be a great father

Matt Jackson

When Matt thought you were messing with him when you told him you were pregant. He thought you were playing a joke, although there was a bit of fear in his eyes.

Not because you were pregnant but because you were just pregnant a few months ago. He was more confused on how you were already pregnant again.

Matt would definitely keep you locked away at home constany pregnant. I know he only has two kids but I know he definitely wanted like six.

He would show you off, he was so proud of creating a life with you

He would deffinitly brag about how he got you pregnant

Jay White

You stood looking at the pregnancy test in shock

You couldn't believe you were pregant, you were so young

Jay had just taken over bullet club, this was no time to be having a child

Jay had to find out the hard way that you were pregant because you thought it would be easier to hide it from him

When you confessed you were pregnant he was shocked on why you were so upset about it.

He thought it was a great thing that you were pregnant

Although young Jay (Jay without the beard) was not the best father he sure did try his best.

He loved playing with his son, the two of them were best friends and looked identical

You practically cloned your boyfriend

Zack Sabre Jr

When Zack found out you were pregnant he was confused, almost like he wasn't sure how the two of you could have possibly made a baby when he damm well knew how you made a baby.

Zack would be the paranoid dad

He would read every parenting book to make sure he was doind everything right

He would love that child to death and protect the hell out of them

At times it was like Zack was also pregnant because he swore he was getting your pregnancy symtoms

He would get you whatever you were craving at whatever time

Sometimes he would judge your weird food combinations

Zack is the dad who would be holding three cameras all at diffrent angles to get the perfect shot of your kids christmas concert

He would play with your kid for hours outside and whever you went out it was like he was preparing for a zombie apocalypse

The man carried everyting needed to preform open heart sugery on him at all times, it was almost concerining

Nic Nemeth

Nic always wanted to be a father but he accepted early on it just simply wasn't going to happen

Relationships just never seemed to work out for him, that was until he ran into you one day. And I mean ran into you. Nic had physically run into you at a show one day.

From the moment he saw you he fell in love, you were the girl of his dreams and he knew he couldn't mess this relationship up

For once Nic felt like thing would work out for him

When you told him you were pregnant it was the best day of his life

He coudn't wait to be a father! The thought of being a older dad never bothred Nic, he was just happy he could finally do the one thing he wanted most

He would build you a beautiful nursary and love that child so much

Samoa Joe

You just know Joe would be a massive teddy bear

He would take such good care of you and your baby

If someone even dared to look in your direction he would go into attack mode, he was exteemly overprotective in the best way possible

Joe would cater to your every need, going to get everything you were craving. Even if it was in the middle of the night.

Joe would be sympathetic during your pregnancy

He would probbaly eat all of your cravings with you so you didn't feel alone

He would confort you during all of your emotional outbirsts and show you so much love

This man's love language is acts of service and physical touch to you know he won't let you lift a finger during your pregnancy

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[h0ney-fiction]

The Bet Pt. 7

masterlist

A/N: She's long lol. Mostly Max being...well...Max lol.

Word Count: 3,201

Ratings/Warnings: M Rated Themes.

Taylour had initially planned to stay only until the next show, but as the days passed, she found herself unable to untangle herself from Kenny, both physically and emotionally. The morning of her scheduled flight home, she lay in bed next to him, the warmth of his presence wrapping around her like a warm comforter. She made an impulsive decision and rebooked her ticket, cashing in on Dasha covering for her. Kenny, who was homebound to recover from his last match, welcomed the idea of having her by his side for a little while longer, and they quickly settled into a routine.

Kenny's day began with an early morning workout and tackling emails, and he would wake Taylour with a steaming cup of coffee in bed. Their mornings were filled with conversation, laughter, and lingering kisses, sometimes evolving into more passionate moments. As Kenny headed into interviews or meetings, Taylour attended to her work, ran errands, and prepared lunch. They would always eat lunch together which usually ended with Taylour bent over the kitchen table and being teased by Kenny’s tongue.

When their work for the day was done, they would venture out to dine at local restaurants, followed by strolls along the beach, savoring the tranquil beauty of the sunset. Some nights, they'd sit by the shoreline, engaging in deep conversations for hours, while on others, they would return home to unwind with TV shows or video games.

But it always ended with making love in bed.

This experience was entirely new to Taylour. She had her fair share of past boyfriends, but Kenny stood apart from them all. He saw her for who she truly was, beyond the façade of her "Instagram model" beauty. It meant the world to her.

The day before their flight, Taylour experienced dread. It started when she woke up from a bad dream. A pit in her stomach that grew throughout the day.

By the time they were in bed, Kenny noticed the uneasiness in her eyes.

“What’s wrong?”

“I don’t want this to end.”

Kenny cupped her cheek, making her look up to him. She found solace in his eyes.

“This isn’t going to end, we’re only going to be away for 36 hours and we’ll be right back here.”

She believed his words, but something within Taylour still felt unsettled. Instead of exploring the feeling, she decided to take Kenny’s words. 

‘What could go wrong?’ She thought to herself.

She feigned a weak smile and he smiled back, leaning in to kiss her lips and then forehead. His hands moved to her hair, curly from swimming in the ocean, and gently ran his hands through. She relaxed into his touch until she fell asleep.

✦ ✦ ✦

Kenny made a point to hold her hand as they walked into the arena.

“Finally!” Brandi boomed when she saw them walk in together. So that’s why you were taking so long to reply to my emails all week,” She followed, her green eyes looking back and forth between the two.

“Nice to see you too, Bran,” Taylour replied.

Brandi smiled, “I’m just happy to know Nick owes me $20.”

Before the couple could inquire, Brandi patted them on the shoulder and strutted away. Presumably to tell Nick, and half the roster, of the news.

By the time the show aired, everyone knew about their relationship. All of the reactions appeared good. It was a great show that came and went.

As Taylour was getting ready to leave the arena, her phone buzzed. She glanced to see a text from Kenny:

"An exciting impromptu contract signing is happening tonight, might not make it back until late.

I’m sorry, mon bijou. I’ll tell you more later.“

Taylour sighed, realizing that her plans for a relaxing evening would have to be postponed. She resigned herself to the idea of changing in the hotel room and indulging in some trashy reality TV until Kenny returned.

She gathered the last of her belongings and made her way to the parking garage. While walking through the parking garage, a black Cadillac pulled out in front of her. Taylour took a step back as two men jumped out from the front. Instantly, she recognized the two figures in all-black suits: Sean and Wardlow. They stood in front of Taylour, towering over her. Wardlow motioned to open the door to the backseat and Sean extended his hand to her.

Taylour's heart sank as the realization hit her like a ton of bricks.

“Max,” She cursed under her breath.

She had completely forgotten about the date that was meant to happen last week, and now, she had to face the consequences.

Refusing Sean’s hand, Taylour stepped into her Cadillac. It was a higher step than anticipated so Sean took it upon himself to give her a boost by supporting her lower back and bum.

Taylour settled into the plush leather seat of the Cadillac. Across from her, she could see Max, donning a navy suit. A‌ bouquet of lilies and roses was in the empty seat next to him. She could faintly smell his cologne, the same one he sprayed on the note a little over two weeks again, in the air. She also noticed something new next to the bouquet, the AEW‌ Championship. The young man looked like an embodiment of charm and charisma, as his dark eyes locked onto Taylour's. She couldn’t help but feel an undeniable magnetism. The dimly lit parking garage provided a sense of seclusion, intensifying the situation.

With a sensual smile playing on his lips, Taylour couldn't deny the captivating pull of the moment. She knew there was no escaping this rendezvous, no matter how much she had initially tried to avoid it.

Sean and Wardlow, the silent enforcers, leaned against the sleek black car, exuding an aura of raw power that seemed to fill the space around them.

Max’s voice, a low, seductive purr, broke the silence. "You didn't think we'd let you forget, did you, Taylour?"

The sleek black Cadillac door closed behind her with a soft thud, leaving no room for hesitation. Taylour couldn't help but feel a rush coursing through her veins as the car pulled away, leaving the parking garage behind.

In the dimly lit interior of the car, Taylour's gaze flickered between Max and the cityscape passing by. Her lips parted slightly as she struggled to find the right words.

The Cadillac finally slowed to a stop in front of an upscale, discreetly lit restaurant nestled in the heart of the city. Taylour's heart raced as Wardlow opened her door, and she stepped out onto the cobblestone street. Max followed suit, his eyes never leaving hers.

There was a gentle breeze in the night air, carrying with it a hint of the tantalizing scent of blooming flowers. Taylour didn’t know whether to curse or praise herself for staying in her event outfit. A shimmering white minidress that hugged every inch of her figure. She previously wanted to thank Ms. Sandra for making such a beautiful gown but now she debated on cursing her, too.

As they entered the restaurant, it was as if time had slowed down. The dimly lit interior was adorned with flickering candles on each table, casting a warm and inviting glow. They were greeted by the head waiter who appeared to be expecting them. As they walked through, Taylour noticed a live jazz band was playing.

The maitre d' led them to a private corner booth in the back, secluded from prying eyes.

Taylour took her seat, the plush velvet upholstery enveloping her. Max slid across from her, his dark eyes filled with hunger. Her voice trembled as she finally found her words, and Taylour’s eyes locked onto Max's.

"Max, I... I didn't expect this.“

Max leaned in slightly, his voice a seductive murmur as he spoke.

"I want you to be comfortable, princess. Let me take care of you. Let me take care of everything. "

A shock was sent down her spine to her legs.

She couldn't help it. She wanted this.

"Yeah. Sure. Okay. "

Max's hand slid into hers and a soft smile crossed his lips.

“Now, let's have a nice meal.“

The maitre d’ approached their table with a smile, his gaze switching between Max and Taylour. He handed them each a menu, then poured a glass of red wine for the pair.

Taylour took a sip in an attempt to clear her head—to steady her nerves—but it only seemed to intensify the swirling thoughts in her mind.

The thought of surrendering to his will—of letting him take control and have his way with her—filled Taylour with a thrill of both apprehension and excitement. She knew that doing so would mean crossing a line—one that she couldn't come back from.

So why did she want to?

The maitre d' returned with their orders and a knowing smile.

"A bottle of Dom Perignon, as requested. Enjoy. "

Max raised his glass in a toast, and Taylour reluctantly followed.

"To new beginnings. May they be filled with many wonderful memories. "

Their glasses clinked together, and Taylour's heart fluttered in her chest. She took a long, slow sip of champagne, its bubbles tickling her throat. The heady rush of the alcohol mingled with her arousal, clouding her thoughts.

As she set her glass down, Taylour's gaze flicked up to meet Max's, and she found him studying her with a thoughtful look. His voice was soft as he spoke.

"What is it, princess? Are you having second thoughts? "

She hesitated, her thoughts racing.

"Well...I don't think Kenny would like this."

A laugh escaped Max's lips.

"To be fair, I did ask you out before you made that guy your boyfriend."

She nodded. "True."

Taylour couldn't help but notice the way the candlelight flickered across Max's features, highlighting his chiseled jawline and deep-set eyes.

Her mind flashed to the way Kenny's hands had roamed her body just a few hours ago, and her cheeks flushed.

"It's not too late to call things off, you know," Max continued. "You can always tell me to stop. "

His gaze was intense as he studied her, his lips slightly parted. She could feel his desire emanating from him, his need for her, and it was intoxicating.

The maitre d' appeared with their entrees and refilled their glasses.

"Thank you," Max said, his voice a low rumble. He waited for the maitre d' to walk away before continuing.

"You know, I've been waiting a long time for this moment, princess. Ever since I first laid eyes on you. "

Taylour's breath hitched in her throat. She knew she was walking on thin ice, but she couldn't help herself.

"Oh, is that so?" she replied, her tone coy.

Max's expression turned serious as he nodded.

"It's the truth. I've never felt this way about anyone else before. And I want to show you just how much you mean to me. "

He reached out and placed his hand over hers, his touch sending sparks up her arm.

Taylour's heartbeat quickened as Max leaned in closer.

"Do you trust me, princess?" he whispered.

Taylour swallowed, her mouth suddenly dry. She could feel his hot breath on her skin, and her thoughts turned to the myriad of things she had imagined him doing to her.

"Yes," she breathed.

Max's lips curled into a smile.

"Good. Because I'm going to make this the best night of your life. "

A shiver ran down her spine at his words, and Taylour felt herself giving in to his will.

"Okay. "

He gently took her hand and kissed the back of it, his lips brushing her skin and sending a thrill through her body.

"Let's get out of here. "

They got up and started to make their way out, and the maitre d' stopped them.

"Mr. Friedman, I can't tell you how much I appreciate this. It's been an honor to serve you tonight."

Max smiled. "The pleasure is all mine. "

The maitre d' shook Max's hand and thanked him profusely as he and Taylour made their way out of the restaurant.

They walked towards the awaiting Cadillac.

Wardlow and Sean held the door open for the pair, the two henchmen giving her a smile and a polite nod.

Sean's hand once again found its way to the small of Taylour's back and gently assisted her into the vehicle.

Once inside, Taylour found herself in the back seat with Max. Their knees were touching, the feeling of his leg pressing against hers causing a spark of electricity to course through her body.

"Where to?" Wardlow asked as he turned the ignition.

"Back to the hotel," Max replied.

Taylour couldn't help the flutter of anticipation in her stomach as the Cadillac pulled away from the curb. The ride back was a blur. Max's presence was intoxicating, and Taylour lost herself in the moment.

As the car rolled to a stop in front of the hotel, the valet was already holding the door open for Taylour. Max held his hand out, guiding Taylour from the backseat. He turned his head to look at his henchmen.

Wardlow nodded. "We'll handle the rest."

Max gave him a small grin. "Thank you. Have a good night, gentlemen."

With that, Max placed his hand on the small of Taylour's back and guided her toward the hotel's entrance. Max had ushered her inside the hotel and into an elevator, prusing the top floor. As the elevator ascended, Taylour couldn't help but notice Max's hand, resting dangerously close to her ass.

Her body tingled beneath the fabric covering Taylor's thigh; then goosebumps erupted along every inch exposed by the short dress as she felt his fingers graze her skin. She knew that she should move away, that she should stop this before it went any further, but she couldn't bring herself to do it.

"You're playing with fire, sweetheart," Max purred, his lips dangerously close to her ear.

"I... I know," Taylour murmured, her voice trembling slightly.

Max chuckled, his breath hot against her skin.

"Good. I'd hate to think you weren't enjoying this."

Taylour swallowed, her throat suddenly dry. She was playing a dangerous game, and she knew it. But she couldn't deny that the risk was part of the thrill. Taylour swallowed, her throat suddenly dry. She was playing a dangerous game, and she knew it. But she couldn't deny that the risk was part of the thrill.

Just as she was about to say something, the elevator doors slid open, revealing the lavish penthouse suite.

Max led her inside, his hand never leaving the small of her back. The luxurious decor and plush furnishings made the suite seem even more opulent. He sat her down on the couch and poured a glass of champagne that was waiting for them on ice on the table.

"Make yourself comfortable, sweetheart," Max said, his voice low and sensual. "

Taylour was surprised as she felt his fingertips brush the nape of her neck. Goosebumps erupted across her skin and a shiver ran down her spine as his lips trailed along her neck. His lips met Taylour's in a searing kiss, a passionate fusion of desire and longing. Taylour couldn’t bring herself to push him away. Max took it as an opportunity to allow his hands to explore her body. Taylour let out a low moan as his hand found her breast, his thumb brushing across her nipple through the fabric of her dress.

"M-Max..." she gasped, her breath catching in her throat.

She allowed him to slip his tongue into her mouth, deepening this kiss. She could feel him tug at the straps of her dress. He kissed her chin then trailed down to her collarbones. His hands traveled down her waist to her thighs. He hitched up her skirt to expose her panties. She couldn't help but feel vulnerable as she realized his hands were on the waistband of her panties. He hooked his fingers and dragged her panties down her legs.

"You look so beautiful right now, princess" Max murmured as he slipped his thumb over her wetness. Taylour's breath hitched as her sweetness reacted to his touch. She was putty in his hands.

"And you smell so delicious." He dipped a finger into her wetness. "I can't wait to taste you."

His fingers explored her folds, and Taylour squirmed under his touch. She was dripping wet and aching for release. Max's lips trailed along her neck, his breath hot against her skin.

It wasn’t until Taylour began to hear the zipper of her dress unravel that sense came crashing back to her.

Taylour quickly pushed Max away, her eyes wide as she scrambled to put some distance between them. "I have a boyfriend!" she yelped, trying to hide the embarrassment that was spilling out of her.

Max leaned back in his seat, an amused smirk playing on his lips, though he said nothing. His finger lazily traced the curves of his mouth, savoring Taylour's taste.

"This isn't right," Taylour whispered, barely audible.

Max chuckled, a deep, sensual sound that sent a chill down her spine.

"You didn't seem to have a problem with it a minute ago, sweetheart," he said.

"I..." Taylour trailed off, unsure of how to respond.

Max rose from his seat, his expression one of amusement.

"Relax," he purred, closing the gap between them.

Taylour took a step back. "I think I should go."

She picked up her panties from the floor. Max watched her make herself decent again.

"Suit yourself," he shrugged. "But before you go, I must tell you two things."

"One: Kenny's going to find out about this. And two: you're mine now, princess."

Taylour's eyes widened as his words sunk in. She turned to face him, her gaze locked on his.

"You're insane," she spat.

Max smirked. "Maybe. But you can't deny that you want me. Just admit it. You want me to take control. To make you mine."

His voice was low and husky, and Taylour could feel the tension between them.

She swallowed hard, her heart racing.

"You don't know what you're talking about," she whispered, trying to maintain her composure.

Max's lips curled into a smirk, a smug expression adorning his face.

"Oh, I think I do, doll," he drawled.

Taylour stood her ground, her gaze never leaving his.

"I have a boyfriend," she stated firmly.

"So?" Max shrugged, clearly unfazed.

"So, I'm not going to cheat on him."

Max let out a laugh, his eyes twinkling with amusement.

"Sweetheart, you've already crossed that line. You've given yourself to me."

"You're delusional," Taylour scoffed, crossing her arms.

"Oh really?" Max raised an eyebrow. "You don't think he'll find out about this?"

Max went into the other room and pulled out a small audio recorder. He pressed stop then replay. Within seconds the recording played back Taylour's moans that grew deepening and louder with each minute. Taylour was speechless.

"You didn't think I'd just let you walk out of here without something to remember me by, did you, princess?"

Taylour stood there, paralyzed with disbelief.

"It's your choice."

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[himbos-hotline]

for Hangmega “How far is too far?” “I honestly don’t know at this point.”

I hate what you're doing, I hate that it feels so

1.8k || Hangkenny || angst and fluff and smut || tw: death/mentions of drinking

Kenny touches him too softly as he presses his thumb against the head of Adam's cock and Adam knows that Kenny doesn't really love him as he stretched him open. He presses his face deeper into the messy pillows and swallows the self-hate as he moans Kenny's name into the low light. Kenny kisses his neck and sucks on his collarbone, teeth a pen that writes a love letter to someone else on Adam's skin. He turns over in Kenny's hand, and feels the pressure in his chest melt downwards into his stomach when Kenny licks the precum off his fingers.

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Adam isn't really sure why he keeps returning to Kenny. He promises that he's just going to Kenny's hotel room to talk, he plans the words so carefully in his head, mapping out every question and tone of voice as they roll around his tongue. He practices looking Kenny in the eyes, using the bathroom mirror as help. He tugs on his boots and presses the heels so deep into the hotel carpet that paint flickers through the souls of his feet. He licks the taste of liquid courage off the back of his teeth as he stands staring at Kenny's door.

He knocks and Kenny peaks through a gap, bright eyes shining and suddenly everything filters through Adam's brain. He lets Kenny press his lips against his with enough force that it's almost like Kenny is trying to go home. Adam nips at his bottom lip and soon he feels the door pressing against his spine.

Kenny touches him too softly as he presses his thumb against the head of Adam's cock and Adam knows that Kenny doesn't really love him as he stretched him open. He presses his face deeper into the messy pillows and swallows the self-hate as he moans Kenny's name into the low light. Kenny kisses his neck and sucks on his collarbone, teeth a pen that writes a love letter to someone else on Adam's skin. He turns over in Kenny's hand, and feels the pressure in his chest melt downwards into his stomach when Kenny licks the precum off his fingers.

Kenny spreads him open slowly and Adam presses back against his fingers, whimpering for more pleasure and his face blanches when he hears Kenny chuckle; soft and low, almost like he's been expecting Adam to melt into his hands. "You need this huh?" Kenny lulls into the air and Adam feels his skin start to sparkle. Kenny has a Midas touch and Adam is dented copper. He whimpers back stubbornly grumpy from how Kenny mumbles someone else's name through his moans as he slides into Adam, gripping his hips loosely.

Afterwards, Adam goes home because Kenny is looking at him; lips twisted and eyes heavy under his fluttering lashes. He tugs himself pathetically back into his jeans and wanders the short walk back to his apartment with the same look of disappointment in his eyes. He starts to push his clothes off long before the hotel room door has slammed closed behind him. He wanders into the bathroom, pretending not to look at the reflection in the mirror. The water runs hot and it soaks deeper into the marrow of his bones, slicing through the chill of the mottled tiles as he presses his back against the wall. He isn't sure how long he spends in the shower, watching as the water twirls around his feet; the water burns his skin but never scalds away the pain, the shower beeps behind him and the water runs cold and then it stops, leaving Adam alone with his tears and shame.

Under the bright lights of the small bathroom Adam tries to find himself in the hollowness of his eyes and the stubble on his face. He presses his fingers into the bite marks on his shoulder and huffs when they don't scrub away. He pushes harder, soaking in the pain as it slips through his body and Adam imagines that he's falling through himself, turning inside out until he is someone golden in Kenny's eyes. He flutters his eyes open and sighs; the same face stares back at him from the mirror, made of wounds and unshed tears. He promises it's the last time as he crawls back under the hotel covers and presses his face deep into the pillow, he breathes in the smell of his own breath, even if Adam pretends it's someone else's fanning his face to help him sleep.

The night is long and filled with short, fitful sleeps that end with Adam starling awake, shivering under the chilled air in the room. He blinks heavily, rubbing at his face until the tingling pain makes him fully aware of the rushing of blood in his ears. He stares down at the blanket on the floor, twisted and tangled around one another and tears prickle the corner of his eyes. For a few seconds, Adam soaks in the burn before breathing into it. He counts along with his tears, breathing slowly through chipped lips as they drag over his chin, collecting into the itch pillowcase. He cries, sobs muffled against the palm of his hand until there's nothing left for him to give. He presses his shoulder blades back into the mattress and twirls his hands against the sheets, gripping at them until the blankets above him press into him slowly.

In the early light, Adam closes his eyes tight enough that fireworks explode in the darkness, they twist around his eyelids, carving through his alertness.

Adam dreams he's in a coffin; pressed against the chipped wood so tightly that his fingers fan out and splinters get stuck just under his nails. He winces and screams, feet banging against the bottom, he listens to it crack under him as he thrashes. He lays in the dark earth, trembling and cold gasping in his lash wisps of air, they taste like a lovers kiss against as they slip past trembling lips. He feels tears slip across his face and through the foggy static of his brain, Adam comes to accept that his tears will grow flowers that lovers will pick, letting daisies push up from the ground that children weave into crowds. The man of scars will grow into something beautiful, it only takes death to do it.

Adam wakes up hours later expecting to find dirt under his ring-torn nails. He picks at the skin of his thumb and rolls over slowly. The sun doesn't peak through the blinds to meet Adam's eyes, instead he's met with the pounding of rain as it lashes against the windows. He follows the raindrops that twist around the window as he finishes last night's bottle. He licks at the rim of the bottle and lets the droplets of rum wrap slowly around his tongue, sliding down the back of his throat in a way that makes him almost feel real. He picks at the imaginary dirt under his nails throughout the day, flicking it onto the floor in the locker room.

"What are you doing?" Matt asks quietly, eyebrows pressed together. Adam shrugs a little, flailing hands settling into his lap.

"Nothing..." Adam lets his voice trail away, lost under the pounding of the rain outside. "Wheres Kenny?" He asks, not really sure why he looks around the room, staring at the barely open door. Matt says nothing and Adam picks up on the message that's spread between brotherly glances. "Don?"

"Don." Nick replies from his space on the floor, he pulls his knees closer to his chest as he rolls his ankles. The room falls silent around them bar the knocking of Nicks thumb against his collarbone and the racing of Adam's heart inside his own ears.

Matt leans his head on Adam's shoulder, eyes closed and for a few seconds they all break under the pressure of waiting for Kenny to come back. Nick rests his chin against Adam's knee and Adam follows the twists of his hair as it fans out against his ring gear, he twirls fools gold between his fingers and he doesn't have to pretend that someone else's breath is fanning out against his face as Matt closer, tucking his head into the crook of Adam's neck. "How far is too far?" Matt whispers out to the silence.

"I honestly don't know at this point." Adam yells back in his head. He pulls the Bucks closer; fingers tangled loosely in Nick's hair, Matt's eyelashes tickling against the hinge of his jaw. "Kenny will always come back guys, I promise." Adam says when a nervous whimper slips past Nick's lips. "I promise...I mean we all got back together..."

"You cost us the tag belts." Matt says, voice barely accusatory through his concern and Adam presses his lips together. He squeezes Matt's hip, forcing his eyes to look back at the door. There's the tapping of shoes and Kenny stares from the doorway, sunglasses perched on the end of his nose. He stares but Adam knows the fog that's slowly climbing from the bottom of Kenny's eyes. He follows it like the storm clouds just outside the window and there's a collective ache that gathers across their chests.

"Page?" Kenny calls for him in a voice that makes Adam's stomach twist. He lets Kenny step into the room, feet unsteady. He presses a hand onto Adam's free shoulder. Adam feels Matt move and craves for the warmth of his body against his again. He glances back up at Kenny and pretends that he sees heaven in his eyes.  Behind them, the door closes and the air thickens as Kenny leans down to press his lips against Adam's, tongue pressing softly against the roof of his mouth.

"I-Kenny I-uh..."  Adam whispers against Kenny's lips, pretending that the nervousness on his tongue is brand new. His hands press against the curve of Kenny's chest, fingertips twitching along with the pulsing of Kenny's heart just under his palm. "Y'okay right?" Adam asks, letting Kenny breathe in the question as he stares at his reflection in Adam's eyes.

"I'm fine.." Kenny whispers back, his hands resting against Adam's shoulders and he pretends that the touch doesn't burn, that it doesn't feel like Adam is rotting between Kenny's fingertips as he presses his lips gentler against Adam's. He maps out the scars on Kenny's shoulders from his teens as Kenny strips away patterned jackets and shorts that are a size too loose around the fat of his hips. "I'm fine." He breathes, forcefulness being pushed into his voice. Adams hands trail slowly up Kenny's neck, stroking across the stubble on his jaw.

"You'll always stay right?" Kenny asks, moments later. His fingers trailing slowly just above Adam's cock, his face is red and his lips are parted as he chuckles. "I know this isn't really..the right time but...is there a right time?" Kenny asks, a rhetorical question wrapped in a bittersweet smile and the nervous twitch of his finger against Adam's hip as he squeezes.

He feels Adams stomach press against the palm of his hand and Kenny jumps a little when he feels the cowboy twist a curl around his fingers. He tugs a little, just enough to make Kenny's mind swim a little before he nods. "Always." Adam doesn't know why he says that, maybe because no matter how many times his soul will change, Kenny will always be a part of him. A thorn in his hand that's been there for so long, skin has grown over it thicker. He lets Kenny press his thumb against the head of his cock and Adam smiles breathless and fuzzy against his lips.

Kenny touches Adam harder than he ever has before.

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