#young bucks oneshot

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Falling In Love

Nick Jackson X Fem Reader

Summary: Y/n and Nick grew up together. They had been best friends since they were teenagers, trying to make it big in the world of wrestling. Deep down inside Y/n and Nick always had feelings for one another but never admitted it, afraid it would ruin what they had. They both ended up with other people but were never truly happy with their partners. What happens when fate brings them back together and both are single for the first time in a long time? What happens when after 17 years Nick realised he’s still in love with Y/n? 

Mentions: of death (reader is a widow), injures,

Main Masterlist (Word count: 2k)

I sat in the private Elite locker room crying into the chest of one my best friends in the whole world, Nick Jackson. We met when I was 16 and he was 17, starting our wrestling journey together, wrestling in the backyard promotion his older brother Matt started. I loved Nick, we spent our whole careers together. He has been there for me through EVERYTHING and I mean EVERYTHING. The past few months have been hectic. The Elite which consisted of myself, Matt, Nick and Kenny had recently made our triumphant return after the whole suspension thing and ever since my life has been a living hell. 

I had made my return a few weeks earlier than the boys at AEW’s first Canadian show. I begged Tony Khan to let me do anything on the show. I had been working for years to bring the show to Canada, nonetheless my hometown of Toronto. After countless meetings and paperwork, I somehow managed to show up in Toronto. I still get goosebumps thinking about the Pop I got from the audience. I made an open challenge to fight anyone and Tay Conti answered it. During my match, I somehow managed to pull the muscles in my abdomen. Unfortunately for me, Aubrey Edwards had no choice but to call the match due to my injury. I didn’t want the match to end but I could not stand, and therefore it was out of my hands to make the call. 

That was the most embarrassing moment of my life. I’ve wrestled matches with broken bones and had death matches, but I injured myself by botching a tiger roll. I was making my return, trying to put what happened behind me but of course, it’s never that easy. It was even worse when I started crying as I was practically carried out by staff. Out of the 16 years I’ve been wrestling I had only gotten a match stopped two other times. Both of which I was knocked out and had to be carried out on a stretcher because I almost died. 

But that was in October, It’s now May and once again I am injured. Nick just held me in his arms and said nothing, knowing I just needed to get this cry out. 

“What’s wrong with me Nick,” I said sobbing uncontrollably 

“Y/N, there is nothing wrong with you” He replied in a soothing tone

“Yes, there is, how come out of all of my years wrestling I barely ever get injured but ever since I came back all I am is hurt.” 

He said nothing

“October, I started crying in the ring which I have never done before and almost gave myself a hernia, February I almost shattered my ankle and I still have this nasty ass bone bruise. Now, It's May and the Doctor told me if my shoulder doesn’t get better soon I might have to get surgery. I can’t be out for months with a shoulder injury” 

Nick knew everything I said was true. These past few months have been a rollercoaster of emotions for everyone. The boys regained their Trios championships then lost it and I won the Ring Of Honour women's championship the past December at final battle. Not to mention the unexpected loss of one of our great friends and my baby daddy James. The last thing is the main problem. My mind was constantly thinking of James and that I am a fresh single mother with an 11-month-old was enough to throw me off my game and cause my injuries. 

“Y/N..” Nick says my name almost in a whisper “Whatever happens, I just want you to know that I am always going to be here for you. No matter what happens, ok. I love you, always.” He then placed a delicate kiss on my forehead and rubbed my back, something that never failed to help me calm down. 

Just then Matt and Kenny walked in. The four of us were family, being there for the highest of highs and the lowest of lows. Kenny was holding my daughter, Elizabeth or as I liked to call her Lizzy. It was the name James picked out, she looked exactly like him. He handed her to me and I held her close to my chest. It pained me knowing she would never get to know her father. She was only 5 months old when he died, my only child, our little miracle, and I had no idea how I was going to do this on my own. Luckily I have some great people to help me get through it. 

That night after dynamite I went back to my hotel room, exhausted. Lizzy was upset. There were too many people, it was loud, and not to mention all of the fellow wrestlers wanted to hold her. My little angel was just like her father, not a people person. That meant the evening consisted of me holding her tight as she was wrapped around my chest. Liz wouldn't let Britt or even Dana hold her without crying again so that meant I couldn't make it ringside for the boy’s match. Once I returned to the room and somehow managed to put Lizzy down for bed before having a shower and getting ready for bed. I stood in the mirror looking at my right shoulder, although I was able to move it more (thanks to some crazy rehab) the nasty bruising remained. The “Cody Boob” as I liked to call it as it looked similar to Cody’s torn pectoral. Just as I was lost in my thoughts I heard a faint knock on my hotel room door. I was surprised when I saw Nick standing there. 

“Hey” Nick whispered 

“Hi” I replied, tiredly

“I just wanted to check on you, see how you are doing. I heard about the little situation with Liz”

“Oh, that. She’s fine. Too many people I guess….Do you wanna come in?”

As I invited Nick inside my hotel room I noticed something different about him. I wasn’t too sure what it was. He was freshly showered, and I could smell the evergreen scent of his body wash on his skin. He wore black sweats, a black T-shirt along with a pair of Jordans. All normal things, yet something was different. Was it the way his icy blue eyes looked at me? Was it the way he leaned on the doorframe? A million different things went through my mind as I finished in the washroom before returning to him. He sat on the bed, flipping through the channels as I joined him, snuggling close to his chest. I must have fallen asleep at some point because when I woke up in the morning he was gone. 

Nick’s POV: 

As I sat in Matt’s and I’s shared hotel room all I could think about was Y/N. I know how hard things have been for her recently and I was genuinely worried for her. 

“And then I was thinking we could do…, are you even listening to me, Nick?” Matt said in annoyance. I didn’t even notice I drowned him out

“Yeah, I think that’s a great idea man” I replied, not even knowing what he had said.

“What’s wrong, is something bothering you?” he asked

“I’m fine Matt, just worried about Y/N,” I told him truthfully

“I think you worry about her too much. If I am being completely honest with you, I have no idea how you two never ended up together. You two wo-” “I’m getting a divorce” I cut Matt off. I could see his face drop at my words. 

“What? What do you mean you are getting a divorce?” Matt said confusion and fear all over his face. “A few months ago, I filed for a divorce Matt, I am getting a divorce” I admitted ashamed of myself. “Why?” The tone in Matt’s voice was soft. He no longer looked shocked, he looked almost pained. 

“To be honest with you I have no idea”. My marriage had always been rocky from the beginning, that was no secret. The long-running joke on BTE was that one day I would end up leaving my wife for Y/N. Everyone and their mother wanted Y/n and I to get together, they swore at some point we must have slept together but it never happened. 

“Do you love her?” Matt asked the one question I had been dreading for years 

“Who?” I played dumb

“Y/N, do you still love her?” I may or may not have told Matt that I was in love with Y/N after I was high on anesthetic after surgery a few years back and he’s never let it go. 

“I need to get some air” I left before Matt could stop me. 

My brain was going a million miles an hour, I just needed some time to think. I didn’t even notice that I ended up at Y/N’s room. I wanted to go back, but it was too late. I knocked quietly on the door. Hoping not to wake the baby up. When Y/N opened the door I felt some relief. Her hair was wet and she was wearing a robe. She must have just come out of the shower. My brain imagined myself in there with her. I mentally cursed at myself for thinking that, she was my best friend. She invited me inside and I sat on the bed, unsure what to do. ‘Why am I so nervous?’ I thought to myself. I decided to find something on the TV while I waited for her to return. Once she returned she rested her head on my chest. We were always very affectionate towards each other (sometimes a little too affectionate) so this wasn’t something out of the ordinary. So why did I feel so nervous? 

We didn’t say anything, we just lay in silence. It was calming, I felt relaxed. I was going to move to be closer to her when I noticed she was asleep. Y/N looked so peaceful, so beautiful. Matt’s words replayed in my mind. “Do you still love her?” I always loved Y/N, but did I LOVE LOVE her? For the first time in a long time, the both of us were single. Y/N was the first person to know about my divorce, and her reaction was similar to Matt’s. I wanted to protect her, help her raise her daughter, I wanted her, I needed her, I wanted to be with her forever, I loved her and I hate myself for not doing anything about it. For the past 17 years she has been in my life and for the past 17 years I have been in love with her. Instead, I ignored my feelings and got married to someone else to ignore my true feelings. I could feel my heart pounding in my chest, my mind going a million miles an hour. I was lost in my own thoughts, a text from Matt broke my trance. 

“Where are you?” he asked. Shit, how long had I been gone? I looked at the clock and saw it was almost two in the morning. I wanted to stay with Y/N but Matt wouldn't stop texting me. So I had no choice but to leave. 

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Saw the barbie move last Friday IT WAS AMAZING🫶

Matt Jackson x Nick Jackson

I cringed so many times writing this. IM SO ASHAMED. But likee :) jk but brooooooo. Maybe im projecting or sum (NOT THE INCEST PART) im sorry about this, Ive read too many fics on ao3..., I know it aint a big deal but i had to take multiple break while writing this because i felt like the ghosts of my relatives were watching, man i had to take screaming breaks ;-; the writing is terrible but still. ENJOY:)

Warning- Smut, spanking- punishment, slight smut, Sibling Incest

No Summary

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Close Brothers

"Nick leave me the eff alone" Matt said sharply while trying to avoid the other bucks eye contact

Matt's been acting weird ever since they got back to their hotel and nows they're trying to pack up peacefully but Matt's attitude isn't helping.

"Matt just tell me whats wrong, Why do you have to be so frustrating" Nick almost yells.

Matt freezes at this and looks at Nick with a slightly hurt expression and runs to the bathroom and locks himself him. Why wont he just tell him whats wrong? They tell each other everything. Did he do something wrong?

"Matty please.." He pleads while sitting outside the bathroom door

Hearing the pleading tone in his younger brothers voice made him feel a tad bit guilty so he unlocked the door but didn't open it and returned to his previous position .

Once Nick heard the door unlock he took that as his cue to walk in.

The sight he saw before him made his heartbreak. He saw matt curled up in a ball beside the toilet with stray tears running down his pretty face, looking up at him desperately with his boo boo eyes.

"Please tell me whats got you acting like this?" Nick asked him as gently as he could while bending down infront of his older brother.

"W-why did you let her touch you like that" He whispered

"Who" Nick asked genuinally confused

"The girl we ran into while going shopping Nick dont act stupid" He said not even looking Nick in the eye

"The worker? Matt she was just talking to us about the shoes, why does it bother you so much?" He says standing up a little annoyed

"Nick she was FLIRTING WITH YOU, IDIOT" Matt yelled getting even more upset wiping his tears

About 2 hours ago the bucks went shopping, When they were looking for new shoes one of the workers came up and totally started hitting on Nick but Nick is god damn oblivious he didn't even think about her carressing his arm or looking up at him fluttering her eyelashes but Matt did. Plus she didn't even glance at him, she was a bitch.

'Matt you're jealous" Nick stated coming to a conclusion

"Well no shit sherlock thanks for pointing out the obvious" matt replied

"Aww Matt you know im yours, you dont needa be jealous, Im sorry darling, i didn't realise she got that close" Nicks apolagizes before hugging him

He picks matt up from off the floor, brings him to bed, sits him down and stands infront of him

"But you're not going to get away with this attitude you've been pulling Matt, You've been acting like a little bitch ever since e got back. You dont trust me huh?" he says to him looking him straight in the eye, using his finger to lift his chin up

Nick knows what Matt really want, its obvious he knows his brother better than he knows himself and he can also tell because of dent in Matts pants. Of course he's going to give it to him, but not without a few punishments.

Matt freezes

"Nick i-" He tries

"Nuh uh that aint gonna fly here. Strip."

"Nick W-what?" He tries again

''What you want a audience or something? Taking your effing clothes of Matt" he orders him watching him closely

"Well i mean-" He laughs slighty before standing up to remove his shirt, then his pants, and underwears and puts them to the side then goes to stand infront of his brother and waits for his next order like a good boy would.

You'd probably imagine Matt being the top right? Well your so far from the truth. Matt loves the humiliation from the punishments, He loves being submissive. He loves letting Nick take control of him.

Nick sits down on armless chair in the middle of room after locking the hotel door and grabs Matts arms and pulls him over slowly

"Bend over." he orders

Matts wastes no time at all and bends over his brothers lap but not without putting on a little show, He makes sure  his ass is perked up and bends over slowly, teasing Nick, Nick swats his ass hard and pulls him over her lap, Making him stop his actions.

He runs his hand over Matts ass and squeezes it causing Matt to moan.

"You know the safe word right" He asks just to make sure

"Yes its 'Stop' Nick" He replies rolling his eye

Nick sees this and pinches him in the side

"Ow im sorry, red means stop, yellow means slow down and green means yes" He rushes out

He doesn't want Nick to stop. he want's to be crying mess in his lap. He wants the aftercare, he wants the pleasure.

Without any warning he slaps Matt's ass. Hard.

"Count. We're doing 15, you miss a number and we restart"

Matt nods

He feels Nick pinch again

"Use your words"

"Okay daddy"

He feels Nick's dick harden beneath him and giggles

His laughter is cut short when he feels another smack on his ass

"1" he gasps

"You little slut, you love this dont you" He teases him then gives him another smack on the ass"

"2, Y-yes daddy. ohh i love it so much" he moans

He tries to hump Nick's leg to get relief

"Nuh uh, you dont get to do that get" He stops Matts movements with another harsh smack on the ass, making his own hand hurt.

"3, Oh my god oww" he cries

Nick smirks and undoes his belt, and then grabs it out of his pants

"Oh my god Nick-" Matt says watching his brothers every movement, his stomach getting worried, but his dick getting harder by the second.

Smack

"4" Matt sobs

he wants to so badly rub his ass but he knows he'll get in trouble so he refrains himself and bites his hand.

"You little whore, you love getting manhandled and put in your place huh, you love getting spanked by your little brother" Nick says to man over his lap, smirking

Matt just keeps sobbing

"Color?" Nick asks gently

"Green Nick oh my god its green please dont stop"  He begs

He smacks Matts ass once again with belt then gives him a few seconds to breath

"5"

He puts the belt away and just spanks him 10 times fast.

spank spank spank spank spank

spank spank spank spank spank

"6,7,8,9,10,11,12,13,14,15" Matt cries

he takes heavy breaths and sobs until the sting goes away a bit, his dick is still hard as hell

All he feels is pleasure. He loves this.

Nick gently helps him up until matt is straddling his lap and places his head into the crook of his neck.

He bends down and grabs lotion to rub on Matt's bottom to soothe the pain.

Matt sighs at the sensation of Nick rubbing lotion on his ass.

"You okay love?" He whispers

"Yes, thank you" He whispers back

"You're welcome but we're not finished yet baby" Nick laughs slightly at Matt saying thank you

He lifts him up and carries him bridal style over to the bed and lays him down.

Matt hisses at pain of having his ass rub against the bed.

Nick removes his clothes and joins his naked brother on the bed and crawls overtop of him.

His kisses Matt and rubs his hands over his brother pecks making Matt moan loudly.

Matt grabs the back nick's neck and deepens the kiss until he feels Nick break the kiss and lower himself down until he's face to face with his older brothers dick.

He licks a stripe down his dick and slowly licks a circle around his tip causing Matt to arch his back.

"Oh fuck" he moans grabbing at younger brothers hair.

He feels Nick mouth around his cock and pushes his head down forceably until he feels nick gag and lets go to pull his head back up a bit.

"Nicky- f-feels so good" he yells

hearing all of the noises of pleasure he brings out of his brother made him cum right then and there all over the bed.

Nick bobs his head faster down Matt's cock feeling him come close to his release.

"Oh my- im about to" he cries before cuming down Nick's throat

Nick stays in place and swallows it all down before he brings his head back up and smiles at his brother.

They both breath heavily until their breaths even out.

Nick comes to lay beside his brother and pulls him close

"Wait do you need me to" He asks refering to Nick's cock

"No no im fine i kinda already did while.." he trails off making Matt laugh

"But look im so sorry about earlier i really didn't realise what was happening, i love you so much Matty" He whispers into Matt's ear while laying on top of him.

"Its okay, i love you too" His whispers into the brothers hair, running his hands through it.

~Cross-posted on wattpad & ao3~

#matt jackson #nick jackson #young bucks #aew imagine #oneshot #smut #im sorry #aew

[epicbuddieficrecs]

Weekly Recap | February 12th-18th 2024

No thoughts, head empty except for that new S7 trailer.

Complete

all things go, all things go. by dylaesthetics (Post-S5E10 Wrapped in Red | 11K | Teen): “He doesn’t hate you for transferring,” says Hen, as though reading his mind. “But the guy thinks everything’s his fault. He probably blames himself for it.” “Why would he? It was solely my choice,” says Eddie. It doesn’t make any sense. “I’m the one who got shot and had to live with the consequences.” Hen considers him, her eyes a bit sharp. “And he’s the one who watched that happen to you, and couldn’t do anything to prevent it from happening. It might be your trauma, Eddie, but it is also his.”

🔥 the distance to the stars by cloudydaisies (Didn't Know They Were Dating, Post-S3 | 27K | General): or, everyone knows eddie is dating buck except for eddie, literally.

Fractals from the Lightning Bolt by letmetellyouaboutmyfeels/ @letmetellyouaboutmyfeels (One Shots Collection | 49/54 | 91K | Not Rated): A collection of oneshots, some originally posted on tumblr. Each chapter is individually rated.

48. We Objectify One (1) Man Here, Sir (Honeymoon, Explicit) 49. It's Called Stress Release (PWP, Explicit)

🔥 A Minor Delay by rainbow_nerds/ @rainbow-nerdss (Post-S6/S7 Spec | 43K | Mature): Almost a year after the bridge collapse, a lot has changed. The team are scattered—Bobby and Athena on their Honeymoon, Hen on adoptive parent's leave, and Buck and Eddie... They may still work together, still have movie nights with Chris whenever they can, but things have changed. With Maddie and Chimney's wedding around the corner, Buck tries to make it perfect. And maybe, along the way, he might figure out why everything still feels... wrong.

come back by lecornergirl/ @clusterbuck (Christopher POV, Tsunami | 1,6K | Teen): “Okay, Christopher,” Gabriella says. “Let’s try and find your dad, huh? Or your mom?” “My dad is a firefighter,” Christopher says. “He’s helping people. And my mom—” he blinks. “My mom isn’t here. We have to find Buck.” “I haven’t seen him,” Gabriella says, her voice a little sad. “There was nobody else with you when we saw you. But we can look for him together, okay?”

🔥 hey baby (i think i wanna marry you) by asteriasera / @asteriasera (Post-S6, Established Buddie, Proposal | 13K | Teen): Two months into officially dating Eddie, Buck begins to plan the perfect, extravagant proposal that his boyfriend deserves. As usual, nothing goes according to plan

🔥 finally found what i’ve been looking for by fleetinghearts/ @shitouttabuck (S7 Spec | 5K | Explicit): or, buck's good at basketball, eddie's trying really hard not to commit an act of public indecency about it, and maybe, just maybe, a slightly bloody beachside pick-up game can be the start of something new

paradise under a pine tree by Maira / @carrierofthepaperclips (Valentine's Day | 4K | Mature): ... or, the one where Eddie brings Buck a gift and ends up with a fiancé.

quiet my fears with the touch of your hand by devirnis/ @devirnis (S7 Spec | 1K | General): Eddie comes to with a burning in his chest and Buck’s name on his lips.

might as well be drunk in love by fleetinghearts/ @shitouttabuck (Madney Wedding, Bed Sharing | 2K | Teen): or, getting little-spooned by his drunk best friend was not on buck's maid-of-honour checklist, but. it's happening

WIP

🔥 Any Other Way by Daisies_and_Briars/ @cal-daisies-and-briars (Canon Divergent, S2 | 3/18 | 20K | Mature): In a switcheroo alternate universe, Buck spends young adulthood in the military, while Eddie, who has no idea Christopher exists, spends his twenties messing around, finally enjoying freedom away from his family’s expectations. When they both end up in Los Angeles, at the 118, some things are different, and others will be the same in any universe.

🔥 because we'll all arrive in heaven alive by callmenewbie/ @puppyboybuckley (Post-S6, Disaster Fic | 5/9 | 33K | Explicit): During a search and rescue, Eddie disappears without a trace, leaving Buck to grapple with the sudden possibility of a life without him.

🔥 Things We're All Too Young to Know by Daisies_and_Briar / @cal-daisies-and-briars (Canon S1-S6, S7 Spec | 115/? | 339K | Mature): This is a love story. Even if it doesn’t always look like it. Even if it doesn’t always feel like it. A look back on Eddie and Buck's lives up to now, and what led them to each other, interpreted from the current 9-1-1 canon.

Kiss Me Once Cause You Know I Had A Long Night by I_still_dont_understand_13 / @sherlockcrossing (Prompt collection | 26/? | 17K | Teen): 100 kiss prompts.

27. 51. Spinning your lover into a kiss on the dancefloor

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Day 6: Hair-pulling

At Wit's End

Pairing: Gaara of the Sand x Reader

Genre: Oneshot, smut, kinktober prompt

Word Count: 1.5k

Warnings: afab!reader, oral sex (female receiving), hair pulling (male receiving), little bit of dirty talk, Gaara is a bit of a dom in this ngl, vaginal fingering, lots of teasing, there's a little bit of fluff at the end

A/N: Man I love Gaara, like so much. This prompt was a prompt I was looking forward to and I'm sorry its so short but the ending just felt right. Anyway, I hope you all enjoy~

Read it on AO3

The flat press of his tongue against your folds had you letting out a noise that was a mixture of a gasp and squeak. The next swipe of his tongue placed a good amount of pressure against your vulnerable clit and you bit your bottom lip to help smother the noise. The young Kazekage had your legs pushed up against your chest, his hands pressed against your knees, while he gave the entirety of his attention to your weeping sex. You smoothed his fiery locks against the back of his head, but the more involved his tongue became the stronger your grip on his hair.

“You’re twitching so much,” his gruff voice and hot breath fanned over your flesh and made you shiver. “But we just started.”

“Don’t tease.”

“Hm.” He brought one of his deft fingers down to rub around your wet entrance. “I’ll think about it.”

Gaara began to rub his thumb against your sensitive bud and lap at your opening. His attentions were too light, only enough to stimulate you but not enough to bring you to that blissful edge. He pressed his thumb down on your clit, roughly, and you gasped and pulled on his spiked strands. It was a sharp tug, only for a moment, but it was enough to get that sharp hiss of breath from him that you loved so much. The former jinchuriki began to move his thumb quickly, keeping that same rough pressure, and focused on worming his tongue’s way inside of you.

“Mmm.” You bit your bottom lip and curled your free leg overtop of his pale shoulder. He moved his tongue slowly, torturously, as he dragged it against your sensitive walls. Rarely did he lose his patience, especially when it came to these sorts of things. The young Kazekage loved nothing more than to tease, to give pleasure but only to the extent he allowed. All in order to see your reactions, but his favorite was when you pulled on his soft strands.

The first time was an instinctual reaction, a sharp tug to try and ground yourself during your orgasmic high, but his response to it had been more surprising. A gasp with wide sea-foam greens, an involuntary buck of his hips, and a tremble down his spine were not a reaction you had expected but definitely one you savored. From then on, when given the opportunity, you’d make sure to pull at his hair at some point during your trysts. Gaara was the one who told you how he preferred it when it was a response to his actions, and you were never one to deny him.

His tongue curled against your vaginal walls, and you let out a weak moan. That devious muscle could play you like a fiddle. The way he knew how to work you, how to get the most out of you and yet chose to keep you on that ledge drove you insane. “G-Gaara, please,” you whined, your fingers gripping his strands tightly. You tugged again, attempting to spur him to go faster, but his self-control was too great. He continued his languid thrusting, his lazy manipulation of your turgid bud. You whined, your hips trying to move against his face in attempts to reach your release faster, but he moved his grip down from your knee to your pubic bone and pressed down on your center, thwarting your plans.

Against your wishes, he removed his tongue from inside of you, as well as his fingers, and you groaned in frustration. “So impatient,” he muttered. He sounded so gruff and raspy, and when you looked down at him you could see the telltale sheen of slick against his lips and chin. You wanted to pull him right back to your center by his hair. That’s exactly what he wants, you thought as you watched him tap his fingers against your skin gently. “What are you so eager for?”

He swirled one finger around your sopping entrance before gently pushing it inside and pumping it languidly. You tugged on his hair in response, groaning at the minute amount of relief and giving in to your baser need to have his mouth on you again. The quiet moan that left him at your pull made you tug on it again. “I’m always eager for more of you,” you muttered, to which he chuckled.

Giving into your needs, but only a little, he began to lap at your clit while he added a second finger, the pace only a bit faster than before. You needed so much more, the pleasure and teasing had created a knot in your stomach that was begging for release. Without thinking, you pulled at his strands again and tried to buck your hips. The hair pulling made him close his eyes for a moment and groan into your sex. He paused his ministrations briefly before starting them again, scissoring you and licking your bud with random zigzag patterns, and it could have just been your wishful thinking, but you thought, or rather hoped, that he had gotten just a bit quicker.

You moaned, your back arching as he added a third finger. That damned teasing pace continued. You were almost at your wits end—he hadn’t teased you for that long before! With three of his pale fingers moving so lazily inside you and his tongue seemingly practicing shapes against your overly sensitive clit you could hardly feel the tears beginning to well in your eyes. Truly, this was madness. Your legs twitched, both now locked behind his shoulders in order to keep your teasing lover in place, your thighs trembled, and your hands shook as they kept their ever-tightening grip on his hair.

“You’re clenching my fingers rather roughly,” he grumbled into your soaked flesh. “Do you need something?”

You swore you’d never felt so aggravated with the man in your life.

With the last remnants of your sanity, you let go of his hair and that made him pause. He looked up at you, those heated eyes of his seemingly questioning if he’d gone too far and if you were alright, his hand at your pubic bone removing itself to hold your trembling thigh gently. But your response came slowly, as you carded your fingers through those messy locks, scratching his scalp lightly as you went. His eyes closed again, and a soft breath left his lips and blew against your aching sex. Gaara resumed his movements, his frustratingly slow movements, and you gathered as much of his hair as you could from the back of his head.

You kept your legs locked behind him, made sure you had a satisfactory amount of hair, and waited. The quiet schlicks, the wet sound of his tongue moving against your throbbing clit, and your quiet pants were drowned out by the sound of blood rushing in your ears. Maybe he sensed something was coming, or maybe not, but all the same he seemed to pick up the pace by a noticeable amount. It was too late, as wonderful as it felt to finally have a bit more of that heavenly friction that you’d been seeking, you weren’t going to let him continue to tease you. You were tired of the edge, you wanted to fall off.

On the next curl of his fingers, you pulled at his hair, hard. Harder than you’d ever done before, and you pressed your heels into his back to get him as close as you physically could. You were sure the pulling had hurt, but he only let out a loud gasp in surprise, a very similar sound to the first time you’d pulled at his locks. And it worked, that incredible patience finally seemed to snap as you kept your tight grip and he began to devour you like a man starved.

A loud moan left you, your back arching above the bed. He let you roll your hips against his mouth and fingers at the erratic pace you had so desperately been waiting for. “Nnnn, Gaara.” You squeezed your eyes shut and felt the very beginnings of that release you so desperately needed. His tongue licked your clit rapidly, his three fingers thrusting so hard and deep inside of you that you were sure to be sore later. “Yesss, coming!”

With only a few more bucks of your hips, laps of his tongue, and thrusts of his fingers you were coming undone. To the best of your ability, you tried to keep that strong hold on his hair, knowing that was what he needed the most. He moaned as he felt your walls flutter around his fingers and your clit throb against his tongue. Gaara lifted his head just a bit, just enough to watch your face and body contort as you lost your grip on his head. Your legs fell from around his shoulders, and he held them open.

He sat up, watching you closely as you basked in the blissful feeling of release after being pent up for so long. His hair was a disaster, some red strands having been pulled off remained in your hands. His chin was soaked with the evidence of your desire and his eyes told you everything you needed to know. That heated gaze, those gorgeous orbs, told you that the two of you were far from finished. So, you gave him as best a wink you could in your state.

Gaara let out a puff of breath at your sloppy wink and crawled further up your form until he was right above your face. “You drive me to my wit’s end,” he muttered before placing a soft kiss on your temple. You loved the small smile that had found its way to his lips.

“I can say the same about you.”

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[nanaooyoo]

txt yeonjun oneshot

Yeonjun misses you while out at the bar with his friends but can’t quite get himself to buck up and apologize. Just a short blurb that feels like being dropped into the middle of a story. Lmk what you think (good or bad haha). Anyways enjoy ✨

warnings/headsup: vague descriptions of oral sex • mild suggestive material • alcohol • swearing • unspecified verbal altercation • maybe what yeonjun did was bad maybe it wasn’t idk • short • light proofread • gender neutral reader • sprinkle of angst • sort of reformed fboy!yeonjun • 1.8k words

Untitled: Yeonjun x Reader pt. I/I

“I should call them.” Yeonjun says, puffing out his cheeks as yet another pint of beer is placed on the table before him.

The white frothy foam bubbles over, making a small mess on the table. Almost gummy rings of semi evaporated alcohol adorn the dark wood of the table, along with many a discarded pistachio shell and what he thinks are the papery remains of some peanuts. He can’t really remember. His vision isn’t perfect but he can see semi clearly. It’s his mind that’s clouded the most at this point in the night.

Yeonjun sits slumped in the corner of the local dive bar in the seat of a squeaky red leather booth, stuck between two of his other tipsy friends. The faded material of the seats has been receding from its frame for many years and now the young man can’t help but think of that one ruby colored mini skirt you no longer wear because it “rides up to much”. Just as this place refuses to get rid of these squeaky old booths, you won’t get rid of that skirt for some reason. You’re always so stubborn, so sentimental… somehow, and always at the exact same time. He hates that about you… he hates it sometimes. Yeonjun toys with the wrinkling upholstery of the booth, poking and prodding at it absentmindedly with his index finger much like he used to poke and prod at the hem of that stupid red skirt you won’t just give away.

“Call who?” Hueningkai asks pulling Yeonjun out of his spiral for a minute.

Yeonjun huffs, a tuft of his messy black hair flying up and subsequently landing right back into his face. He pouts a little, ignoring the question.

Without missing a beat Taehyun replies for him as he slides into the empty spot on his sullen friend’s right side. He turns his body away from the small group as he watches Soobin and Beomgyu chat up some sorority girls by the jukebox. “That one kid he’s been talking to. The one he’s been hooking up with for a while now... I forget their name”.

“That really narrows it down…” Hueningkai jokes adjusting his posture to the other side of Yeonjun.

“For your information!” Yeonjun says sitting up a bit straighter and then immediately slumping back down “not that it matters to you two idiots, but I’ve only been talking to one person this past month. They’re… cool or whatever”.

“Just one?” Kai laughs “are you sure you aren’t just telling them that”?

Yeonjun picks up a discarded pistachio shell and throws it in Kai’s direction. “Yes I’m sure!” He sloppily balls up a fist pretending to wind it up at his friend like a much drunker much skinnier popeye. “We have a thing… going on, it’s special.”

“Fucking someone in your car every Wednesday night after class isn’t exactly what I’d call special”. Hueningkai scoffs and rolls his eyes. “Or is that a different person.”

“That was last month’s I think.” Taehyun chimes in.

Yeonjun frowns. “Not helping”.

“Well if your ‘thing’s so special then why haven’t you thought to call this person until just now?” Kai says.

“I don’t wanna bother them. Not on a school night.” Yeonjun replies slowly making his voice smaller and lowering his head in mild shame.

“Bullshit! You had a fight didn’t you. What’d you do this time huh?” Taehyun now turns around to fully face the other two in the booth. “You fuck it up or something is that it?”

“I didn’t-“ Yeonjun starts to raise his voice and then collects himself. “I didn’t do anything!”

“What’d you say!?” Tyunning ask in unison.

We just got into a little fight and haven’t been talking for a minute. It’s not like they’re my partner, it’s not like we’re dating or anything, it’s not a big deal.” He says ignoring the fact that to him it was indeed a big deal.

“Don’t tell me you actually said that to them?” Kai asks, a twinge of cynicism in his otherwise sincere voice. “I mean maybe you should just call them up… I’m sure you’re right, it’s not a big deal” He adds when he notices Yeonjun isn’t answering.

“I don’t know”… Yeonjun looks over to the small group where the rest of his friends are as one of the sorority girls rubs Beomgyu’s shoulder and laughs. “They seem to be having fun.” He bemoans and reaches for the unclaimed and now lukewarm glass on the table and takes a large swig. Yeonjun clears his throat with a guttural release of phlegm and low drunken burp. He blinks slowly before speaking again. “I wish I was having that much fun tonight.” Noticing how Soogyu are able to keep the attention of an entire group of people without even trying to have sex with any of them.

“Don’t be like that man. There’s no point in just wallowing in your sadness all night.” Taehyun says wrapping an arm around Yeonjun who only seems to sink deeper and deeper into the booth as he thinks of you and what you might be up to tonight.

“Whatever happened, just apologize and get it over with.” Kai says.

“He’s right for once!” Taehyun adds “you might feel worse if you keep avoiding it but you’ll definitely feel worse of you keep moping about it all night.”

“Plus your mood is really killing the vibe right now.” Hueningkai leans in “it’s no fun drinking with a sad g— ow!”

Taehyun hits the chatty boy’s shoulder prompting him to stop before rubbing small circles onto Yeonjun’s back.

Normally he would take the opportunity to get a jab in at Kai whenever he can as well, but Yeonjun’s too distracted with the light film of tacky alcohol stuck between his thumb and index to say anything. Just by touching the table he’s yet again reminded of some small moment with you. A moment he probably would have cherished more at the time if he knew he’d eventually fuck up this bad. Usually he’d be way more grossed out by these dirty old tables but the way the rough pads of his fingers take in the combined feeling of damp condensation from the half empty glass in front of him, and whatever sticky thing’s been spilled on the table has his mind wandering elsewhere again.

The many nights he’s spent in your apartment, slender fingers wrapped around the widest part of your thighs with the wetness and the stickiness clinging more to his plush lips and sharp chin than to his fingers. The cushion of his backside just wasn’t as comfortable in this chair as it was when he was propped up against the fluffy white pillows your mom had sent from home. Back against your headboard as your head went lower and lower down his length. The beer here didn’t taste as good as the cans of his favorite brew you kept cold in your fridge just for him, but then again, nothing ever tasted as good as you did. Oh how he wished he was running his hands through your hair and recounting his day instead of whining and running his hands through… ew was that a piece of gum!

No offense to his friends but he would much rather be hearing your little quips and corny jokes than Hueningkai’s right now. He can’t help just getting a bit emotional thinking about all the times you ordered a pizza just to entice him to stay and study a little bit longer and now you won’t even talk to him.

Yeonjun feels a lump form in his throat. At first he thinks it’s just the sad horniness causing it but then he realizes it’s mostly just the sad. He can feel his eyes start to water a bit as the lump gets harder and harder to swallow which only makes him think of you more.

“Are you okay”?

Yeonjun’s not even really sure who asks it but those three words are enough to send him over the edge. He officially becomes the guy who gets too drunk and in his feelings on a night out and the waterworks begin.

“Fuck man! Do you really like them that much?” Taehyun seems genuinely surprised as Yeonjun isn’t always very open about his romantic feelings.

“Are you actually crying right now?” Hueningkai asks as he grabs some bar napkins and gently wipes at his friends face.

Yeonjun attempts to deny the accusations (vehemently at that) but can’t quite get the words out. “No!” he whines and instead crosses his arms on the table and buries his head in between them before anyone can spot to redness creeping its way across his cheeks and under eyes.

“What’s wrong with him?” Beomgyu walks over witnessing the scene before him with a bit of indifference. He places his palms flat on the wood surface and stands before the group confused. “Cool if I drink this?” He asks but finishes off the rest of Yeonjun’s beer without waiting for an answer anyway.

Taehyun shrugs “relationship stuff”

“I think he had a fight and must miss someone or something” Kai attempts to clarify.

Beomgyu furrows his eyebrows for a bit and leans in closer. “Hey buddy just call them” he announces matter of factly, but when he gets no response he reaches over Taehyun and into Yeonjun’s pocket.

Beomgyu finds his friend’s phone with relative ease and stares at the screen. “Let’s see… phone… call history… missed call from mom… missed call from me… aha! This is them right there’s a heart next to the name! How cute”. He coos sarcastically.

Yeonjun’s head shoots up. “What’re you doing!?”

“Fixing your problem.” Beomgyu says like it’s the most stupidly obvious solution ever (because it just might be). He holds the phone up to his ear and taps his foot impatiently on the ground.

“Give me that, are you insane!” Yeonjun lunges out of his seat practically trampling the other two around him in the process. He snatches the phone out of his hand and goes to hang up the call as quickly as possible when he’s met with a pitch black screen. The only things visible his puffy eyed reflection and tousled raven hair. “What the hell…”

“You think I’d actually call them! I don’t know your password dude! I don’t even know who they are-” Beomgyu laughs. “-but you obviously care about this person and you’re already standing up so… He gestures to a quieter part of the bar

“How’d you know-“

“I’m your friend”.

𖦹

It takes some convincing from the other three guys with Soobin eventually coming over and joining the quite forceful pep talk, but after being tricked and a little humiliated, Yeonjun finds himself crouched down in the corridor between the supply closet and the bathroom, hugging his knees with one arm and propping up his phone to his ear with the other.

The first few seconds of rings feel like hours and he isn’t even really sure you’re going to pick up.

“Y/N! Hey! Do you have a second… I wanted to say sorry… Okay I’ve been drinking a little but that’s not important— I was not crying”!

-🍌🍶

#txt #txt kpop #tommorow x together #txt yeonjun #yeonjun #choi yeonjun #yeonjun fanfic #yeonjun angst #txt fanfic #txt angst #yeonjun blurbs #yeonjun oneshot #yeonjun fluff

[httpsvutie]

Part time soulmate, full time problem

- Adam Stanheight x Reader

**NOT** a fanfiction, these are more oneshots of Adam, or short stories as you may.

**Not proofread!**

GENDER NETURAL / 2ND PERSON

I tend to get scenario ideas around 12 am and i write them down in my notes app, but never publishing them, so here as some scenario's with Adam Stanheight (SAW 2004) Feel free to use these, I really dont care. Although if you ever do use these in any fan fic PLEASSSE send me the link!!!

**TAGS/CONTENT WARNINGS**: No use of Y/N, Smoking, drug use, alcohol use, swearing, fluff, SFW.

You're laying down on Adam's couch. He's sitting across from you, with a cigarette in his mouth, snapping photos of you.

"Y'know, you could seriously be a model." His voice was slightly muffled by the cigarette. You shake your head, sitting yourself up on his couch, leaning into the soft cushion.

"Adam pans the camera down, is attention turning to you."

"Im serious" he pauses, taking a long drag of his cigarette. "You're stunning."

Before the events of SAW 2004

Click!

You turn to the direction of where the sound had come from. It was most likely a photographer who neglects people's personal space for a couple of bucks.

Click! Wizzzz!

There the sound was again -- the high pitched ringing of a camera in the cold, dim-lit streets. You look over and you meet the silhouette of a young man, wearing clothes that seem far too big for him. He kept trailing you from afar as he darted his eyes towards the ground, trying to play it off. Was he stupid?

#adam faulkner stanheight #saw 2004 #saw movies #saw franchise #adam stanheight #saw series

[diazsdimples]

Buck's Baby (By Accident)

A small snippet from the beginning of one of my fanfics (which was meant to be a oneshot and somehow became a multichapter fic lmao)

“Hey man, what’s up?”. The sound of Eddie’s voice calmed Buck’s nerves a bit. Eddie had always been Buck’s voice of reason, keeping the young man in check. He would know what to do.

“Hey Ed. Um, I’m kind of in a weird situation right now and need some help”.

“What’s going on, Buck?” Eddie asked, concern sounding in his voice.

Buck sighed. How to say this? “I uh… I’m kind of…. Jesus, I don’t know how to say it” he stammered.

“Spit it out Buckley or I’m going to come over and beat it out of you” Eddie threatened.

“Is that Buck?” the young firefighter heard Christopher pipe up in the background.

“Yes mijo, give me a minute to talk to him” Eddie shouted back. “Sorry about that, please continue”.

Buck took in a deep breath and gathered himself. “Taylor left a baby on my doorstep. My baby”

There was a long silence on the other end of the line.

“……. what did you say?”

#911 buddie #911 abc #eddie x buck #evan buck buckely #buck and eddie #eddie diaz #buck has a baby #pre-relationship buddie #911 fanfic #accidental baby acquisition #imagine buck as a dad #buddie #buddie 911 #buddie fanfic

[unoficialy-married-to-ace-austin]

Wrestling Masterlist Part Two

Request are open

Main Masterlist

wrestling Masterlist Part one

Do not rewrite or post my stories anywhere, even if you give me credit. I do not give permission for you anyone to do that. Reblogs are always encouraged.

Any stories with ❤️ are smut

AEW-

Kenny Omega

Headcanons:

Facefucking❤️

Pretty picture❤️

William Regal

Headcanons:

Sexual punishments

Jungle Boy

Headcanons:

Sexual punishments

MJF

Oneshot:

Support is two sided: Reader is worried to come out to her brother, but he approaches her first(MJF x sister!reader)

Nyla Rose

Oneshot:

Christmas Eve: while at a Christmas party you get a little tipsy and your mouth ends up with a mind of its own.

Christian Cage

Drabble:

Flowers(v-day request)

Matt Jackson

Headcanons:

Spending Valentine’s Day together(Young Bucks)

Nick Jackson

Headcanons:

Spending Valentine’s Day together(young bucks)

Matt Hardy

Drabble:

Dark!Matt w/breeding kink

Jeff Hardy

Headcanons:

Breeding Kink

WWE

Cody Rhodes

Headcanons:

He comforts a depressed reader

Beth Pheonix

Drabbles

Soft!mommy Beth❤️

Austin Theory

Oneshot

Please the Champ❤️:After another successful defence leads to a celebration together after

Rhea Ripley

Headcanons:

fluff with judgment day

Damian priest

Headcanons:

fluff with judgment day

Finn Balor

Headcanons:

fluff with judgment day

Dominik Mysterio

Headcanons:

fluff with judgment day

#aew #fanfiction #request #yandere #wwe #headcanons #aew headcanon #wwe headcanons #oneshot #wwe one shot #aew oneshot #impact oneshot #fluff #angst #smut #impact wrestlng

[heartsoulspiritelite]

Hangman Adam Page x Matt Jackson

BTEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE (this isn't really a relationship oneshot but it's mostly Hangman and Matt)

Summary-

They had lost the mutli million contract deal. They will never financially recover.

Matt been stressing out over this constantly, the guilt eats at him.

But little does he know that the boys  aren't even mad at him anymore, they're all just joking around

Matt obviously does not know that. Hangman comes to comfort him.

~

Never financially recovering guilt

"Look you guys Im sorry alright" He apolagized for the millionth time

"No amount of pathetic sorrys will make up for how much money we lost Matt" Nick said stubbornly

The price changes everyday with them, they never stick with a number. It's not Matt's fault he really thought he knew what he was doing, Its not his fault Chili's and Wendy's decided to ghost him.

Then once again all three of them- Kenny, Nick and Adam flipped him off. They do that atleast 3 times a day.

Matt's acts like he doesn't care, but he does and the guilt eats away at him, he feels terrible. They were supposed to retire from wrestling and get a whole buttload of money, and a contract deal with Chili's or Wendys and now. Well, They will never financially recover from this.

Matt has pulled so many all nighters just because of how stressed out he was. He wanted to fix this. Infront of The Elite he acted like he sorry (which he really was) and that it was all over and there was nothing they could do but wrestle forever and that he fine on the inside.

But during those all nighters he wrote countless emails and made hundreds of phonecalls. Nobody answered.

Little did he know, the boys werent actually upset with him, maybe at first but they eventually got over it, All they were doing was just joking around and they thought Matt saw it as a joke too.

He did not.

~

Hangman was coming up to Matts hotel room that he shares with Nick while Nick was out to get food.

Nick was clueless about his brothers all nighters, Matt usally started his emails and calls once he was asleep.

Adam knocked on the door and opened it

"Hey matt how are ya-" He started before cutting himself off mid way to take in Matts rough state

"Woah man you look like shit, you alright?"

Since Matt hadn't slept practically at all these past few days he had bags under his eyes, His eyes were bloodshot, his hair was everywhere

"Gee thanks, Im fine" he replied sarcastically, sitting in the middle of his bed with his phone in his hand, staring at his friend and long time crush standing in the doorway

Adam leaned against the doorway and asked

"What have you been doing that's got you looking like that?" He was genuinally concerned

"nothing." He stated and ignored Adam

"Cmon Matty, tell me" he practically whined

"Dude this isn't good for you, you look tired man you need sleep" He came over to the bed and sat on the end of it.

Matt was very overwhelmed, He didn't want them to still be mad at him, even though it wasn't completely his fault.

"Im sorry hanger" he said in a teary voice and curled up into a ball.

"About what hun?" he said in a soothing voice.

"I pitted two effin companies against each other and lost us millions of dollars Hanger, It's all my damn fault"  He confessed frustratedly.

"Matt.."

"What" He said miserably

"Yknow, it's okay, right? It's not your fault. It's really not your fault man, plus the boys and I really aren't mad at you. It was all sarcasm, I mean sure we were absolutely pissed off at first. But Matthew we we're just joking around" Adam explained softly

"What?.." He said, lifting his head up looking confused and tired

"We thought you knew we were joking"

"Well obviously not Adam." He said annoyed at this whole situation

"I'm sorry Matt" he apolagized and went to give the sleep deprived man a hug.

They sat there hugging for what felt like forever but they both knew Matt needed it.

"So you're really not mad?" He asked softly

"No" the other man whispered while lightly breaking the hug

"You need sleep, don't fight it." Adam says to Matt sternly

He lays the oldest buck down on the bed and pulls the blankets overtop of him and goes turns the light off

He was about to leave the room when

"Please stay" He hears him whisper

Adam would never say no to him so of course he walks back over with a smile and cuddles up next to him in the hotel bed.

They both had gotten the best sleep they had ever had that night.

~Cross-posted on wattpad & ao3~

#hangman adam page #matt jackson #hangmatt #aew imagine #oneshot #aew #young bucks #the elite #cowboy shit

[xxxevilfilms]

Manhole

Info: A drug addicted Chipp has sex with a group of men in exchange for sleeping pills.

Warnings For: Prostitution, Gyaku Ryona, Noncon, Noncon Drug-Use, Magical Drugs, Male Pregnancy, Lactation, Cuntboy/Reverse Futa, Fisting.

This is another fic I made in June that became so far my most popular oneshot for GG. I dunno why, though; seems like a lot of people enjoy reverse futa. Actual fic is under the cunt--I mean cut! Viewer discretion is highly advised.

Chipp looks past people rather than at them, unwilling to see that hungry, predatory glint that old men held in their bloodshot eyes whenever he was forced to sell ass to get his fix. It wasn't a glamorous life nor was it a proud one, but it was the fastest way he could make money while bouncing between jobs. He'd rather blow some idiots for a few hundred bucks than steal all his life. A criminal record wasn't going to do him any good if he wanted a decent government job, whenever the hell that would be. Being President was a bit of a stretch, but a man could dream.

Chipp stood at his spot on the corner between 5th and 6th where all the usual whores and druggies made their rounds. A weeknight, not many tricks were around, but a curious few were driving or walking by, giving himself as well as all the other local sluts a brief look before wandering off. Chipp didn't have to do much to stand out since he was one out of a handful of guys here who were putting out, but he still made an effort to look attractive. Shorts that rode up a little too high and a wife beater that resembled more a crop top than an actual shirt contrasted nicely with his hulking physique and figure. Chipp was bound to get someone eventually.

Chipp walked across the strip for the better part of an hour until he was suddenly approached by three young men; a brunette, a blonde, and a redhead. They wasted no time huddling around Chipp and making their intentions clear to him, their youth and vigor a welcomed respite from the old, nasty men he was so used to getting. 

The brunette, who was a slightly older male with brown hair and red eyes, raised a small pill bottle to Chipp's face and shook it gently. Chipp immediately recognized what it was he was holding before regarding him inquisitively. As if reading Chipp's mind, the brunette finished his thought before Chipp could blurt it out.

"I've seen you before." The stranger says. "Only stud here worth a fuck who doesn't charge too much." He pops the bottle open and takes out one pill. It's pink and round like Ambien. "I wonder why that is."

"I'm generous where it counts." Chipp forces himself to coddle up to the stranger by pressing his huge chest against his body and running his hands down the brunette's hips. His pride pleads for him to stop, but he ignores it like he always does. "Extra bottle per hour, anything you want."

"Sounds like a deal." The Brunette places the tablet on his tongue and sticks it out for Chipp to take. Chipp mindlessly obeys and guides the man's tongue into his mouth, sucking on it briefly to take the pill down his throat. The Brunette moans and his friends take turns pinching at Chipp's ass. Chipp grunts but allows it before pulling away, energized and ready for what was in store for him.

"You gotta place, or you wanna fuck out here?"

The stranger laughs and throws an arm around Chipp's shoulder. It's a little awkward since they're the same height, but it works out well enough.

"Hope you don't mind if it's a little cramped."

~~~~~~~~~

The Ambien, if it was Ambien, was stronger than he thought.

Chipp feels hot all over, his chest fluttery and cock hard as a rock. The Brunette and his friends brought him to a grubby motel room with a bed too small to fit four men. Somehow they make it work and Chipp is currently tongue fucking the Blonde while the Redhead fondles his chest from behind. The Blonde has dark roots and eyes that bleed crimson much like the stranger's, but deeper and richer in color. Chipp thinks they're pretty and grinds down on him eagerly, feeling but otherwise not paying attention to the pair of big hands that were on his chest slip through the straps of Chipp's shirt. Fingers play with his nipples, tweaking and pulling them while a tongue swipes at Chipp's ear. Chipp groans and bites down gently on the Blonde's tongue in response. The Brunette is somewhere else in the room, huddled in the corner as if looking for something. Chipp ignores him and pleasures the two men he has now as his body grows hotter.

Mind now fuzzy and cock aching for attention, Chipp attempts to voice his wants to the men but all that comes out is a garbled moan that vibrates along the Blonde's tongue. The fog in Chipp’s head gets worse soon after, but the Blonde is aware of his needs and guides him to the bed. The Redhead from behind, a cute face with playful maroon depths that match his eyes follows after them, and Chipp lets both men strip him of his shirt and shorts as the heat in his body grows feverish. Chipp furrows his brows and tries to roll on his stomach, but instead flips to his side, suddenly too weak to move. He feels a moment of panic and then nothing as his breathing grows even and his eyes flutter close.

The last thing he hears is muffled laughter and shuffling feet.

When Chipp wakes up, he finds himself still on the bed, but unable to move. He shifts and tries to will his arms to his sides, but feels metal hold his wrists back. He panics and writhes frantically against the mattress, only stopping when he notices the shadowy figures standing over him. The men, whose bloody eyes seemed to shine menacingly in the dark, regarded Chipp like freshly caught prey. Their faces remained handsome and angular, but their bodies belied the beauty they possessed on their cheeks. Hulking and brutish with bestial markings that highlighted sinewy muscle, all men had a strange sigil on their chests that glowed with their eyes. Chipp's seen these things before, but only on television and in the occasional newspaper. These men weren't men; they were fucking Gears.

Chipp shrinks back, but the Gears follow, playing with teeming, engorged cocks that can put a horse to shame. Chipp struggled once more and immediately threatened violence, gnashing teeth as the Stranger and his men crowded around him.

"Get the fuck away from me, you freaks! I swear to God, once I break out of these I'll--"

"I don’t think you're in any position to talk, babe..." The stranger laughs as he moves his hand between Chipp's leg to press it firmly into his crotch. "Your little bitch hole is calling to me right now."

Chipp cringes and jerks upwards, but yelps at what he feels. The Stranger squishes and pokes up inside Chipp, not where his asshole is, but where his dick should be. Chipp trembles and looks down, unable to rip his eyes away from what he sees.

His dick was gone.

His fucking dick was gone.

The Stranger teases him cruelly by sliding a finger against wet, squidgy muscles that sucks it in deep, guiding it to a spot inside Chipp that makes him cry out. Chipp jolts back but the Stranger's finger chases him and slides over that spot again. Chipp screams and thrashes against his restraints once more. The Stranger wasn't playing with his dick nor a gash, but a cunt . A real live, sopping wet cunt that dripped with slick and soiled his thighs. Chipp's anger was suddenly replaced with horror; what the fuck was in that pill they gave him?

"Pretty, isn't it?" The Stranger shoves two more digits inside of him that tingle his walls and makes his hole burn. "I knew a whore like you could handle it; not many guys get a pussy as nice as yours, stud. Seems pretty clear to me you're made for this."

Chipp hears the men laugh at his plight and sees the Redhead and Blonde jerk their cocks over his head, allowing Chipp to see their members up close. They were thicker than his wrists and averaged the length of his thigh with some inches to spare. Titan-sized balls were drawn up tightly against their bodies and hung like ripened fruit ready to burst. The fact that they were even entertaining the idea of fucking him with those things was insane.

"W-Why..." Chipp forces himself to speak. "Why me? You could take any bitch on that fucking strip, so why me?"

"It's real simple," The Redhead pokes Chipp's cheek with the head of his dick and smirks. "Cuz we want to."

"You stud bitches don't break as easily." The Blonde chimed in "My nuts are swelling just thinking about how you'll scream for us."

"So relax, babe, we'll take care of ya." The Stranger gives Chipp's new clit a deep rub when he sees him wince at their explanation. "We got you for the night, don't we? Don't worry, you'll get your fix; just gotta give you a pill every hour and we'll keep that cunt filled as much as you want."

Chipp growls through his teeth when the Stranger begins fingering his pussy deep and slow. He curls his fingers inward, making Chipp throw his head back and wriggle violently for some kind of mercy. The Blonde and Redhead laugh and encourage the Stranger to go further as they rub themselves all over Chipp's hair, nose, and mouth, marking him with a musk so foul it makes his head swim and cunt gush with slick. Why it did the latter, Chipp wasn't so sure, but it did nothing to calm down the rage building in his chest.

"All hot and sloppy like a good bitch should be..." The Stranger licks his lips and slides his little finger in. "Think he can take the rest of it now?"

"Gotta loosen him up for us, right?" The Redhead asks. "Punch that cunt open."

"Wait...!" Chipp's heart drops, his anxiety replacing anger. "Fucking stop, stop this shit already!"

"He was made for this..." The stranger pulls away and then pushes his hand forwards, his thumb joining the rest of his fingers to fuck his entire hand into Chipp's cunt without warning. His wrist is engulfed by warm, rippling walls of fresh muscles and nerves that makes Chipp cry and scream for the Gear to stop. His pleas fall on deaf ears, however, and the Stranger makes a fist that punches its way into Chipp's swollen womb. Chipp gasps and throws his head back as his hips buck upwards, a sudden, painful orgasm ripping through his fucked out body as fresh muscle gives way to the arm that's buried inside of him. His eyes roll and his lips part to release a broken scream that shocks him to the core. This should be hurting him, he thinks. He should be hating this, should hate how his thighs quiver and how his hole gushes with more slick. He should be trying to get out of here with whatever manhood he still had intact, but no; he just stayed put like a good slut, letting his cunt be broken in by some monsters desperate for a fuck.

Chipp barely notices a cock splitting his lips apart until he feels the engorged tip poke his tongue. He rears back, but he's pushed back down the shaft so his mouth could slide over thick turgid flesh that strains his jaw. His lips are stretched to their very limit, opened so wide he barely had enough room to breathe, but that doesn't stop whoever is trying to fuck his face to ram his pulsing length down his throat. Chipp retches violently when the offending prick reaches the front of his stomach, forcing drool to bubble in his mouth and dribble down his chin when fecund precome fills his cheeks and throat with its hot essence. His throat clogged and his nose buried deeply in a musty bush of dense hair, Chipp's face grows red from lack of air when the cock fucks his throat slow and steady, pushing spit and fluid down into his stomach as those giant balls slap loud and rough into Chipp's wet chin. The Stranger fits his arm inside, to the elbow it feels, and makes Chipp's pussy weep for more as he thrusts it hard and fast into his aching womb. Chipp feels another orgasm coming and he has to mentally brace himself for it.

"Fuck yeah, lookit that, this slut's got talent for sure," It's the Blonde's voice. "C'mon, man, quit hogging him, I want some of that, too!"

"Fine, whatever," The Redhead, holds Chipp down on his length for a moment before finally pulling out. "Bet that fuckhole is ready for a real pounding anyway."

Chipp is barely able to catch his breath as he coughs out what he was made to swallow when the Blonde grabs him by the hair and drags his massive sack over his open mouth to get him to suck. Chipp, out of his mind and out of options, does what's expected of him, and runs his wet tongue over the rougher Gear's nuts like his life depended on it before sucking at the crease that lined his skin. The Blonde lets out a breathless laugh and rocks into Chipp's mouth, making the whore squirm.

Suddenly, his pussy grows slack and the Stranger's arm slides out, a downpour of hot, sticky fluid following with it. Chipp shudders as his impending orgasm abruptly disappears, leaving his loose cunt to flutter and twitch around nothing as if begging for something so much bigger than what it got to fill its shuddering depths. The need to escape is nothing more than a suggestion that calls to him in the back of his head which annoys him greatly, and in defiance of his own emotions, Chipp drags deathly sharp canines over the flesh in his mouth in warning, but he's quickly reprimanded by the Blonde who yanks his head back by the hair.

“Do that again and I’ll knock out five of ‘em, understand?”

Chipp has no time to respond; he just feels the Gear's sack smother him again, silencing him. Chipp growls, but obeys, powerless to the demands of his captors for now. He laps and pokes the Blonde Gear's balls with messy licks of his tongues before fitting them into his mouth again. It's a hard fit that stretches his lips and cheeks to their limits, but it keeps the Blonde satisfied and spares Chipp the agony of picking up his own teeth from the floor. Sucking off the Blonde distracts Chipp enough to not notice the Stranger or Redhead manhandling him to suit their needs, sandwiching the whore between their massive, muscular bodies so they may line themselves up against Chipp's abused hole. He groans wearily around the Blonde when he feels one of them push into him with little effort, his nerves flaring and toes curling as painless, rapturous and yet shameful pleasure pulses through his cunt. The Gear then buries his cock deep into Chipp's womb, giant nuts pressed hard against the lips of his sex while the redhead follows suit and penetrates him from behind. It's such a tight fit, Chipp begins to worry he might rip, but somehow, by some miracle, he doesn't, and his cunt merely gapes open as the two Gear studs take turns pounding him in succession. One goes in as one pulls out, each taking turns battering his womb and raping his cunt like he was a living toy. Chipp's shrieks of pleasure grow louder and the Blonde takes this opportunity to lift his sack from Chipp's mouth to sheathe his dick with Chipp's hot throat instead.

Chipp coughs and can't breathe again, unable to think and unable to focus on anything but the Gears fucking his holes. His throat bulges and his belly swells with cock, rounding out hard muscle and chiseled flesh into distended, bruised bumps that makes Chipp queasy from the sight. As he's fucked into another orgasm, Chipp's eyes roll into his head and his body convulses when his cunt spasms and squeezes the Gears' cocks tightly. Liquid sprays out and splatters the bed, leaking down his thighs and joining the mess that the Gears made with their teeming cocks. Chipp is jostled violently into a blackout, exhausted from lack of air and too much stimulation, but the Gears keep going regardless of Chipp's state and take turns filling both of his holes, maneuvering and twisting him like a broken doll.

Chipp doesn't wake up for hours, but when he does, his vision is spotty and he can only feel the tingles and jolts that run through his battered pussy. Too fucked out of his mind to do anything, Chipp is vulnerable to the Stranger and his friends', and feels a plethora of things happening to him that he's too weak to stop. The spit in his mouth melts a pill he was unable to swallow while his ass and pussy are pummeled mercilessly by Gear cock. He can’t see the state of his body nor how badly his holes are opening for them, but he can feel his guts and womb take in what felt like gallons of come, hot jets of heat that bloat his stomach even more and knocks Chipp out again when it feels as though he might puke up the very jizz that’s filling him up to his core. After that, Chipp wasn’t sure how long this was going on for or if he was even alive. The ecstasy in his cunt, though unusual, was too much to take, but much to his horror, Chipp found himself craving more and more each time he woke up. When a Gear kissed him with his thick tongue, Chipp would kiss back and suck eagerly around him. When a Gear punched his fist into ass, Chipp graciously accepted it, all the way up to the shoulder. Chipp even found himself riding and sucking on their cocks like the vetted whore he was, mind fucked in and out by the weird drug that allowed him to have a pussy in the first place. Chipp didn’t want to stop nor did he want his captors to get rid of him. Now, in his drug ruined, sex addicted brain, Chipp wanted to be fucked so good he got pregnant.

After the first twenty-four hours, the Gears were sated and left Chipp alone. A quivering mess of moans, groans, and shuddering holes, Chipp laid shaking on the ruined mattress, drenched and filled with spunk that flooded out of his cunt and ass in a downpour of white filth. The Gears laughed and jeered at how unmasculine he looked now, from the torn clothes and spread legs that showed his burning red, stretched out orifices to his rapists, but Chipp ignored the seedy remarks in favor of basking in his newfound whoredom. He instead lifted his legs high in the air and hooked two fingers from each hand into his gaping cunt to prompt the Gears to fuck him again, causing more seed to spurt out and ride down the crease of his ass.

The Gears laughed, and much to Chipp’s pleasure, he heard one of them approach his bed and tongue a bright pink pill into his mouth. The whore’s eyes practically disappeared into his skull when the effects of the drug kicked his cunt into overdrive again and Chipp could only smile eagerly at what was in store for him.

~~~~~~~~~~~

It’s been about six months since Chipp was reduced to a fuckhole, and suffice to say, he wasn’t going to miss his old life anytime soon.

The money he made as a walking come receptacle for Gears was leaps and bounds better than when he was just some regular whore. He was turned out weekly by the Stranger and his friends in exchange for about $500 a day and a pack of pink pills, but honestly he’d easily let any Gear fuck his brains out for free. Cocks over a foot long were hard to come by, so why scare them off? Getting his fix was way better than any monetary gain anyway.

And so, with his morals shot and standards at an all time low, Chipp was fucking, sucking, and licking every Gear he came across. Condoms and birth control were now foreign concepts to Chipp, and thanks to his promiscuous lifestyle, Chipp was heavily pregnant with some Gear’s half-breed bastard. His belly swelling with life and pecs dripping with milk, his procurers decided to increase his rates, and Chipp was reaping the benefits of having more clients to play with. He can’t wait to birth and raise a whore of his own one day, but Chipp was going to miss having his puffy tits and swollen clit played with. This wasn’t going to be his last pregnancy hopefully, so he wasn’t too shaken up about it.

Right now, clad in his favorite slingshot bikini, Chipp was servicing a group of four humanoid Gears, each one taking turns eating out his pussy and sucking the milk from his weeping pecs like starved animals. While Chipp stroked his trembling clit and kneaded his heavy chest, the whore mindlessly took in the first giant cock he saw and teased the dripping slit with his tongue, his pussy clenching and tightening around nothing as it waited for another member to fill it up. One Gear came to his aid thankfully and angled his fat cockhead along Chipp’s puffy cunt to prod at it teasingly before shoving the entirety of his length inside of him. Chipp cried out and let the Gear ravish him, unable and unwilling to stop the beast from fucking his come into his womb. The Gear's massive loins slapped hard and fast into Chipp’s rear as he bent himself over Chipp's pregnant form to suckle a leaking teat into his mouth, lips sucking and coaxing an obscene amount of milk to rise from Chipp’s breast that the beast greedily swallowed down without issue. Chipp could only lay there and moan, moan for the Gears to rape his cunt and feed from his bitch-tits like the whore he was. The cursed child in his womb kicked for its father's attention, but Chipp couldn't afford it any mind right now. He had cocks to serve, and the little beast that was brewing in his new uterus had to wait.

#guilty gear #chipp zanuff #dead dove do not eat #evilfics #guilty gear smut #smut

[ngkiscool]

Buck up, people, another round of NSFW!

As always, all the fics are focusing on supporting characters, this round they are M or E. The description includes rating, word count and main characters. This week there are cw, please mind the tags!

Next week is open to suggestion - would you like to focus on a character that hadn’t got enough attention? Continue with the vibes? Please send ideas and recs for stories that focus on supporting characters (as in, Aziraphale and Crowley are not the main ones). Self recs are encouraged!

What You Can't Get From Books by souljelly - rated M, 644 words, focusing on Anathema and Newton. Summary: For the Good Omens Kink Meme: Anathema/Newt, library sex.

Heaven Incorporated by Langerhan - rated M, 1.9K, focusing on Gabriel, Michael, Sandalphon and Uriel. Summary: Michael is the first one of them to be granted a corporation. Her fellow ineffable beings are fascinated by it.

When You're Standing Oh So Near by orphan_account - rated M, 1.2K, focusing on Gabriel and Sandalphon. Summary: The thing about Heaven, was that you didn’t need miracles. Things happened to be where you needed them, and didn’t happen to be where you didn’t need them. A table, as a surface to place a photograph, that ceased to be when you turned your back and no longer needed it. An office that was only an office when you opened the door. The door, which was only sometimes a door, and usually wasn’t there at all.

An Average Day for R.P. Tyler by Caedmon - rated M, 619 words, focusing on R. P. Tyler and OC. Summary: R.P. Tyler is a perfectly respectable pillar of the community. Just don't stoke his ire.

Purgatorio by AEpixie7 - 8.3K, rated M, focusing on Michael, Lucifer and Gabriel. CW - Emotional Manipulation, Lies, Trauma, Alcohol Abuse/Alcoholism. Summary: Michael is sent to Earth on a forced vacation due to her bad attitude following the foiling of Armageddon. She finds herself in the employ of a mysterious businessman, but he is more familiar than she realizes.

I Can Still Recall.. Our Last Summer by BeezandBitches - rated M, 16K, focusing on Anathema and other characters. CW - Recreational Drug Use. Summary: A series of oneshots about Anathema and her lesbian relationships with the most powerful forces of Heaven, Hell, and Earth. (A summer prompt series inspired by a post by @luke-x-percy on tumblr)

Our Side Yule: Transition by vampydoo - 1K, rated M, focusing on Sergeant Shadwell and Madame Tracy. CW - brief mention of injections, brief body changing mentions, Minor Sergeant Shadwell/Madame Tracy, Subtle mentions of sex work. Summary: Little fic for the Our Side Yule Prompt "Transition"."She danced and sang with the crowd she felt the safest in, joining hands and screaming out loud to Christmas songs. She saw romances blossoming and comforting happening, as tears rolled down her cheeks. They caressed and cooed over her, wiping away her tears, as she realised the community she finally had.

The Third Quarter by WaldosAkimbo - rated E, 1.5K, focusing on Eric the Disposable Demon. Summary: One of Erics many many strange tasks in Hell is the Third Quarter Office Activity. Let off some steam. Get to know your neighbors. And the Erics? Oh, they have a hell of a time.

i met her at church, but she can be satan. by thundersfox - rated E, 1.7K, focusing on Adam from Eden, Adam young and Lilith. Summary: I'm not human. I have no man's pride to lead me like this, and I'm not interested in fighting. It's entirely the weakness of your sex, not mine. I'm a woman. I use any and all weapons to get what I want.

Unsafe At Any Speed by @copperplatebeech - rated E, 4.5K, focusing on Michael and War. Summary: Gabriel’s fellow archangels decide that just because the last charge didn’t happen, there’s no reason they can’t ride. A clandestine call to the Horsepersons and some quick selection of gear later, they’re ready to try touring the famous Mountain Course on the Isle of Man. War remembers old times in the field alongside Michael and decides she has more to teach her than riding.  “Well, they’ve left you to me,” said War with a slow, broad smile, the breeze lifting her vivid hair as she held Michael’s eyes with a thoughtful gaze. “War and the Angel of Battle. Good pair. Let’s show you what it’s like to burn some road, shall we?”

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#good omens #good omens fanfiction #weekly spotlight #ngk recs #anathema #newt #gabriel #michael #sandalphon #uriel #r. p. tyler #lucifer #madam tracy #sergeant shadwell #eric the disposable demon #adam young #adam from eden #lilith #war

[faeriecap]

Gods and faeries!!!!!

Wasteland baby!!!

I'm SO curious

okay i KNOW i have to have talked about g&f on this blog before at some point bc it’s literally my entire brand and i never shut up about it (i mean…. this is my twitter bio:

) BUT looking over the wip doc i don’t have that much of it written down digitally beyond an outline ?? probably because i wrote a lot of it 🫣 in my actual notebooks during college lectures SO here’s the one snippet i can find right now:

The soupers had come around again, crying out at the gate. Steve could barely lift his head by that point. Bucky spit on them the last time, but they never seemed to learn that Steve cared more about saving his immortal soul than sparing himself the pangs of hunger.

here’s a basic synopsis: steve rogers has always been an odd child, anyone in town could tell you that. he has few friends between james barnes and Margaret, the daughter of his english landlord. then, during a horrible period of famine, the widowed sarah rogers succumbs to illness and dies, and steve shamefully has no money to give her a proper burial. determined to protect her makeshift grave and her soul from the tricksy fae, steve sleeps outside atop the soil all night long, and when dawn arises, the frail young man is gone. most people write it off as another casualty of starvation, especially for one who was such a sickly child. only james is convinced that steve’s still alive, just stolen, even if he has to enlist the dubious help of a faerie doctor and journey to the otherworld to prove it. but while there he’ll discover a fate worse than famine.

the wasteland baby sessions were kind of a precursor to this^ based on hozier songs 💀 where bucky is an ancient irish warrior and steve is a spirit from the otherworld. as an example heres a oneshot i started but never finished:

Then a hand rose slowly out from the shallows of the pool, and the Buck stared in awe.

"How could this be?" said The Buck to no one. And he reached out, and took hold of the hand.

Snow, fat white flakes whipping across his eyelashes. An icy breath licking down his throat. Then, suddenly, the warmest sunshine he'd ever felt beaming down upon his purple-red cheek. The Buck sighed.

A man rose from the water, droplets dotting his milk white flesh and running down it in rivulets. There were as many beads of water as stars in the night sky. The Buck could have counted them for a year and never marked them all.

#i speak #steeb #bucket #stevebucky #captain america fanfic #jays fanfics #gods and faeries #jays myths #celtic #asks

[mywritingworld1994]

Matt Jackson

OC used: Addison Rhodes

"Addison!" Cody called from the ring, "Will you come out here please?"

My music hit and I walked out on stage as the crowd cheered. Dynamite had just went off the air and the Elite were out in the ring doing their usual interactions with the crowd. I walked down the ramp and hopped up on the apron of the ring.

My boyfriend, Matt Jackson, walked over and sat on the middle rope so that I could get in with ease. I walked over to Cody and crossed my arms over my chest.

"Are you really still in a bad mood?" Cody asked smiling.

I rolled my eyes and shrugged. I had lost my match earlier tonight, and to make things worse, Matt had pretty much been avoiding me all day. Matt walked over and wrapped his arms around my waist and rested his head on my shoulder.

"Well, I'm glad you at least decided to come out here with us." Cody said before handing the mic to Matt.

Matt released me and took the mic from Cody. I went and stood with Kenny and Nick as Matt stood next to Cody now.

"Addie, I know that I had pretty much been avoiding you today, and that isn't right." Matt said looking at me.

The crowd boo'd as he said this. I chuckled a little bit and gave the crowd an Orange Cassidy thumbs up. Matt walked over to me and took my hand in his and brought me into the middle of the ring. I looked at him confused and tilted my head a little bit.

"There is a reason that I have been avoiding you," Matt said. "I had to have a really important meeting with Cody and Dustin, and after that meeting, I needed to build up some courage."

The crowd started going crazy. My eyes widened a little bit, almost not believing what was coming out of his mouth. Matt reached into the pocket of his AEW jacket and pulled out a small velvet box. I gasped and looked at him.

"Addison Jane Rhodes," Matt said getting down on one knee. "You are the most gorgeous girl that I have seen in my life. Every day that we spend together reminds me of how much I love you. You have made me the happiest man alive, and now I want to make you the happiest woman, as well."

Matt opened the box to reveal the most gorgeous ring I have ever seen in my life.

"So, Addison Jane..." Matt said smiling up at me. "Will you do me the honor of being my Mrs. Matt?"

I chuckled a little bit as tears started running down my cheeks. For the first time ever, the AEW crowd was doing the YES chant that Daniel Bryan made so famous. I laughed before nodding my head.

"Oh thank god." Matt said relieved.

He stood up and kissed me deeply. I put my hands on either side of his face and kissed him back. He pulled away and slipped the ring onto my finger. It fit perfectly. Cody and Dustin came up to hug me tightly.

Brandy was so excited that she got to plan another wedding now. She hugged me tightly and jumped up and down a little bit. Kenny was the next one to come over and hug me. And finally there was Nick.

"Welcome to the family, Mrs. Matt." Nick said hugging me.

I laughed and hugged him back.

"The kids are going to be so excited to learn that I am actually going to be their aunt now." I said looking up at him.

Matt wrapped his arm around my waist and kissed me again as the crowd cheered. Once we all exited the ring and walked backstage, I was greeted by so many people congratulating me. I looked down at my ring and smiled. I was so excited to marry my best friend.

#aew wrestling #aew imagine #aew one shot #all elite wrestling #matt jackson #Wrestling #wrestling fanfiction #wrestling one shot #one shot #oneshot #fanfiction #young bucks