#aew fluff
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In Need For A Hug
Pairing: Hook x Fem!Reader
Warnings: Fluff!
Word Count: 1,457
Summary: When Hook looses his FTW Title, he becomes distant from you, but after nights of being alone, he finally comes back to you.
A/N: Tbh I'm not really into AEW that much anymore. BUT, I'll try to keep writing for it. Anyways, Hope You Enjoy!
"1, 2, 3!"
*Ding, Ding, Ding*
He lost.
Hook just lost his title.
Boos erupted around the arena as Powerhouse Hobbs snatched the title out of Bryce's hands. He quickly left the ring and retreated up the ramp with his team, the Don Callis Family.
They just helped him win and Hook was pissed. Pissed at the fact he let them get away with it. He was ready, he knew they would come out eventually, but he was so focused on Don that he didn't see Hobbs from behind.
After laying on the mat for almost 3 minutes fans cheered for Hook as he slowly got up. He had his classic blank look on his face, but if you looked really deeply into his eyes, you'll see the hurt he's feeling.
Hook walked out the ring and backstage, ignoring the calls of his Dad who left the commentary table. "Hook! Son, come here!" He still ignored him, walking forward to his locker room.
You sat on the couch, mouth open in shock. Hook was just telling you how ready he was to fight more than one person, but he was clearly distracted and that caused him to lose.
The door practically busted open as Hook instantly went to his duffel bag to get some sweats before heading for the shower, but you stopped him with the call of his name. "Hook? He paused as he lifted a shirt, turning to look at you.
"Are you okay? I know you must be feeling very-" You stopped talking when he walked away, closing and locking the bathroom door. You sat back down on the couch and then the sound of the shower coming on made you let out a sigh.
He really was upset.
About 10 minutes later a couple of small knocks hit the door. You got up and opened it, seeing Taz standing there with his signature shades on. "Hey there, kid. You talk to Hook?"
You sadly shook your head at his question. "No. He ignored me and went to the bathroom to wash up." Taz nodded his head, looking near the bathroom door and that's when he saw Hook standing there dressed in some black sweats and a HOOK shirt.
"Aye, you okay? I know title loss can be a hard thing, but you'll get it back. Trust." Hook scoffed under his breath. He didn't want to get it back, he should've never lost it in the first place.
"I'm tired." He uttered out, grabbing his duffel bag and walking out the room, bumping into you and his father. You both watched him as he walked down the hall and through the parking lot door.
Your hands fell on your thighs as you let out a loud breath. "Well, he's tired. I'll see you next week, Taz." You said, giving him a smile and walking to the parking lot.
You went to the car and Hook was already in, sitting in the passenger's seat, his bag already in the backseat. "You got everything?" You asked as you started the car. You got nothing, but silence.
“Alright, I guess so." You muttered to yourself, pulling out and getting on the road.
The whole 20 minute drive was sort of awkward. Every time you tried to talk to him you would get a silent response or even a side eye.
You would say, 'Okay' or. 'Anyways' to break off the awkward silence, but it didn't work. There was no music being played, not talking, not even a touch, just the sounds of the outside world.
It would've been peaceful if the tension wasn't so thick.
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23 minutes later, you were pulling into the driveway of your shared house. Instead of going to a hotel and having to get up to drive home, you decided to come home to save sleep time, gas, and your time.
Hook opened the door and grabbed his bags and made a b-like for the bedroom. You sighed and got out of the car. This was gonna be a long night.
A long night it was. Hook didn’t say ‘goodnight,’ he didn’t give you a kiss, nor did he cuddle you to sleep like he always does. You felt empty. Lonely without his touch and that’s how it went on for the rest of the week.
Before you could wake up Hook was already out of bed and into the gym. You know why he’s up so early, but sometimes you want him to still stay in bed with you, hold you for a while, but he’s so focused on getting that belt back that it’s taking over his mind.
This morning was like no other. You were in the kitchen, making your cup of coffee when the sound of the front door opened. You looked and saw Hook walking in, sweaty, his shorts clinging onto his legs.
“Oh, good thing you’re here, the sink has been acting up since last night. I think something’s wrong.” You announced your worries, but Hook ignored you as he kept walking to the bedroom
“Hook.” You called, following him.
You forgot about the sink issue and when you went to use it this morning water sprayed EVERYWHERE, and you were pissed. That’s when you knew it needed to be fixed.
“Hook. I’m talking to you!” You called once more as he reached the bathroom. “Stop ignoring me!” You said and Hook quickly whipped around. “Shut up and get out my face.”
You felt your body freeze as he said that. The way he sounded. He’s never sounded this rude before and especially not to you.
Before you could have time to process what he said, the door was harshly slammed in your face, making you jump.
You could feel your eyes water up, but you quickly wiped your eyes, quickly searching for a hoodie and sweatpants before rushing out the door, car keys in hand.
You slammed the door and hopped into your car before driving off to your friends house.
You couldn’t believe he raised his voice after you.
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After 3 hours of staying away from home you decided to come back. It was now in the afternoon and you opened the door. The house was cold and quiet. Hook wasn’t here. He must’ve walked somewhere.
You turned on the heat and went to the kitchen to find something to make for dinner. You smiled when you thought of a recipe and got to work, pulling out the ingredients.
Soft music played in the kitchen as you were in the middle of cutting up peppers, and then the door opened.
This time, you didn’t acknowledge that he was here, you just continued to stare at the bell peppers and cutting board.
You could hear the sound of his footsteps getting closer over the music and in your peripheral vision, see his black hoodie moving closer to you.
A second of silence passed and then you felt his arms wrapping around your waist. You froze mid-cut, letting him pull you into his chest. His head nuzzled in the nape of your neck, him breathing in your comforting scent.
You didn’t want to give into his touch, still mad at him, but you couldn’t resist. You melted into him, dropping the knife and pepper, head leaning back. You both just stood there, eyes closed, taking in this peaceful moment with the soft music contributing.
Y’all swayed side to side for 5 minutes before pulling away. You turned around seeing his face. He looked exhausted.
“I’m sorry.” He said. The first words he’s actually said to you in days. “No, I’m sorry. You just wanted to take a shower and I kept nagging and I-'' Hook shushed you, putting a finger over your mouth.
“Why’re you apologizing? I’m the one who yelled at you, I’m the one who slammed a door in your face, I’m the one who’s been mean and neglectful to you all week, all because I lost a stupid belt. I should be the one apologizing to you.”
You smiled at his confession, hugging him again. “It’s okay, just please don’t act like this again. You don’t need the FTW belt, I think you should go for something bigger, better y’know?” Even though you couldn’t see him, he nodded his head, agreeing with you.
He held you very tightly to his chest. You tried to pull back to continue cooking, but it was clear that he didn’t want to let go. “In need for a hug or something?” You teased him slightly. Hook muttered something and pushed your head farther into his chest.
Dinner could wait.
For now, you two stood there, hugging it out while a song by Lana Del Rey began to play.
#hook aew#aew hook#hook aew imagine#aew hook imagine#aew hook x reader#730 hook#aew fluff#wrestling fluff
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●Darby Allin x Reader●
Summary: You are bubbly and outgoing. Opposite of Darby. But Darby feels an attraction to you. Do opposites attract?
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"Hi Dad!"
I walk into my dad's locker room, smiling really big. My dad is the icon, Sting. Everything I know, I have learned from him. I am just starting to make a name for myself in ROH.
"Hello my favorite daughter!"
"Dad, I'm your only daughter."
"Exactly why you are my favorite!"
I giggle, walking up to him as he wraps me into a hug. I pull back, looking up at him.
"Let's get to painting that ugly face of yours."
He gasps at me which causes me to laugh.
"I may be ugly, but just remember. You look like me."
I gasp at him and he laughs at me this time. He walks over, grabs his bag with his paint supplies in it and hands it to me. He grabs a chair and sits next to the vanity as I lay out all the supplies. I grab the brush and start painting his face. About 20 minutes into doing his paint, he taps my arm.
"Honey, I need to go to the bathroom real quick."
I sigh looking at him moving out of his way.
"First, you made me mess up a little. Now, you have to go to the bathroom. I'm almost done."
He gets up walking to the bathroom. I set the brush down grabbing my phone. I start scrolling through my phone when I hear a faint knock at the door. I set my phone down on the vanity, walk over to the door and open it slightly. I see a man who is a little bit taller than me, half of his face painted, staring at me with wide eyes. I giggle looking at him smiling.
"Can I help you with something?"
"I was looking for Sting. We... we have a tag match in a couple minutes."
"Oh! You must be Darby! Come on in!"
I open the door for him, moving out of his way. He walks in and stops in the middle of the room, just watching me. I close the door and walk back over to the vanity, grabbing my phone. Sting comes out of the bathroom and sees Darby staring at me.
"Hey Darbs. I see you have met my daughter Y/N."
"Your daughter?"
"Yeah. Who did you think I was?"
I smile looking over at him. He awkwardly smiles back at me. Sting sits back down in the chair at the vanity.
"One of the makeup ladies or something."
Darby scratches the back of his neck looking over at us. I grab the brush and finish up Sting's paint giggling at Darby.
"Well, I'm a makeup lady for my dad."
"That's true Darbs."
There is a knock on the door than a backstage person yells that they have 2 minutes to get to gorilla. I hug my dad and he walks to the door. I turn, put my hand on Darby's arm and smile at him.
"It was nice to finally meet you. See you around."
I see him gulp, which makes me giggle. He shakes his head and follows Sting out of the room, who is laughing at him. I clean up his paint supplies than turn on the TV to watch their match. My mind keeps running about Darby.
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*at the hotel after AEW*
I grab my suitcase out of the back of the car as my dad grabs his suitcase and bag as well. We head inside up to the counter checking in. I look over at the waiting area seeing Darby sitting there looking upset. I hit my dad's arm than point over to him.
"I'll be right back Y/N. You grab the keys and stuff."
"Okay."
The lady starts giving me the keys and all the info when Sting walks back over with Darby.
"Hey. He will be staying in our room tonight."
I look at my dad than back at the lady behind the counter. She smiles and puts it into the computer. I back off letting my dad handle it looking over at Darby who is already looking at me.
"Long time. No see."
He slightly smiles, looking away from me. Sting turns around looking at us.
"Alright. Got it figured out. Let's go you two."
We grab our bags and head up to the room. Sting opens the door and lets me walk in first. I throw my bag on one of the beds as Sting throws his on the other bed. I look over at my dad than at Darby.
"Dad, where is Darbs supposed to sleep?"
He looks over at Darby than at me, pointing to my bed. I giggle looking over at Darby.
"Looks like we sharing Darbs."
"I can lay on the couch or the floor if you want."
I shake my head no smiling at him.
"We can share! It's fine!"
"Just no funny business. I'm right here."
"Dad. Gross."
Me and him laugh as Darby looks at both of us. I sit down on my side of the bed getting a shirt and shorts out for bed. I walk over to the bathroom, take off my bra, put on my shirt, and then my shorts. I walk out of the bathroom and flop down on my side of the bed. Darby takes off his shirt and pants only in his boxers and lays down on his side of the bed. I pull the blanket up and lay down. We all start falling asleep.
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*about 2 am*
I slowly wake up, moving my head slowly, feeling an arm around me. I see Darby's chest right next to my head, and his arm darped over me. I slowly slide my hand across his side and snuggle my head into his chest. I feel him move a little bit, snuggling his head into the top of my head. I smile closing my eyes falling back asleep.
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*later in the morning*
"Hey, you two cuddle bugs. It's time to get up."
I slowly move my head, moaning as my dad shakes both of us to wake up. Darby wraps his arm around me more, squeezing me into him.
"Leave us alone, old man."
I giggle, cuddling into Darby more. Sting sighs and goes to the kitchen. I look up at Darby, and he looks down at me.
"Can I tell you something, Y/N?"
"Of course."
"You may be the total opposite of me, but I like you a lot. These past 24 hours of getting to know you, I have felt this attraction to you that I have never felt before."
I giggle, looking up at him.
"Well, I like you a lot too, Darbs. One, you are very good with my dad which is a big thing to me. Second, you are a great cuddler."
I giggle, running my hand up his back. He smiles, looking down at me. He runs his hand up my neck, putting it on my cheek. He leans my head up and kisses me lightly. I kiss him back, still rubbing my hand on his back.
"Oh my gosh! Get a room!"
We jump, looking over at Sting standing at the end of the bed. I giggle, cuddling my head into Darby's chest. Darby huffs and pulls the blanket over our heads, causing Sting to laugh at us.
"Okay, well I'm gonna get going. See you guys later."
"Bye dad!"
I look up at Darby, and he looks down at me smiling. He leans down and kisses me again. I kiss him back, slightly smiling in-between the kissing.
I guess opposites do attract.
#writing#imagines#wrestling imagine#aew imagine#aew fanfiction#aew fluff#aew fanfic#aew fic#aew#darby allin fanfic#darby allin fanfiction#darby allin imagine#darby allin#charley's fics
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best + bitter = better
prompt : hi can you write a fluff about reader being married to MJF or can you write a fluff about reader being MJF wife and bring reader and MJF child to AEW for the first time to watch MJF wrestle?
requested from : @sunrise28sblog
summary : exhausted from being on the road you hope to sleep in with your husband, maxwell. instead you both wake up early and enjoy the morning together.
pairing : mjf x afab!reader (pre-established relationship - husband/wife)
cw : cuddling, teasing if you squint super hard, pillow fights, lap-sitting, blushing, implied pregnancy, mentions of parenting, kissing, basically pure fluff!
a/n : i did most of the first request but a dash of the second, i hope you enjoy it! as always reblogs are very much appreciated!
word count : 639 words
tag list : @adamjf , @josiewrites
gif credit : @adamjf
being married to the devil himself came with it's luxuries. he'd spoil you without even asking. taking notice of the little things, you were the one who finally broke his walls down and saw the sweet to his so-called bitter side that everyone warned you about. maxwell had trust issues ever since his ex-fiancé called it splits but the moment he set eyes on you he had a change of heart. putting every ounce of trust in you, doing the same while feeling safe in his arms.
groaning as the bright sun peaked through the curtains you wished to sleep in beside your husband but morning seemed to have other plans.
he was still sound asleep with one arm wrapped firmly around your waist, holding you close as if his life depended on it.
today was supposed to be the day you both got to sleep in with one another having time off from all elite but no matter how hard you tried your slumber was no more.
there was plenty of room on your shared king size mattress however maxwell wanted to be pressed up against you, his nose rubbing along your neck ever so slightly as he took in the scent of your shampoo.
you didn't mind his company in the slightest, rather adoring it as you glanced over to meet his chocolate eyes which opened up slowly, his brown locks still a mess from sleeping on the pillows and waking up from his beauty sleep.
"g'mornin' sleepy head." you smiled at your husband and stretched a bit, only waking up a few minutes before him.
maxwell sighed as he looked at the time, knowing that the two of you both wanted to sleep in longer after such a rigorous work schedule and being on the road but he didn't mind either as long as it was with you, his wife.
he leaned over to place a soft kiss against your neck, "good morning, mrs. y/n. friedman."
your cheeks started to heat up the moment he called you by your full legal name, you'd been married for almost a year now but would never get over the fact you were actually his wife.
"it's so cute when you blush, y/n."
"oh, shush.. maxwell."
"that can be arranged." the same smirk you knew all too well spread along his lips as you threw a pillow at the love of your life.
he caught the pillow with his face, gasping and placing a hand to his chest as an 'how dare you' moment when his eyes met with yours.
a chuckle escaped your lips when you made way to take cover under the blankets from any incoming fire of pillows however your efforts were too late when coming in contact with a face full of pillow and seeing maxwell with a grin on his face.
"oh, it's on now." you grabbed another pillow as he did the same, the two of you having a wrestling match of sorts before maxwell scooped you up in his arms and sat you on his lap, "so does this mean i win?"
"nope, you gotta' pin me to win.. handsome."
"but.. y/n i've already won in life by being married to the most beautiful, smart, and talented person i know."
just before you and maxwell were about to kiss you heard tiny steps approach the room and a meow.
"don't worry, we didn't forget about you piper. you're our little princess while we have one on the way."
maxwell placed a loving hand on your stomach before engulfing you in a kiss, "i can't believe i'm going to be a dad. we'll be the best parents ever y/n, i just know it." he assured as you placed a hand over his and enjoyed the rest of your peaceful morning in each other's arms.
#maxwell jacob friedman#mjf#mjf x reader#mjf x female reader#mjf x fem reader#aew fluff#wrestling fluff
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Bet on It
synopsis - aew star hook has a fascination with the pretty makeup artist backstage. his friend bets he can’t go an entire night without bothering her.
warnings - smut, fuckboy!hook, hook shamelessly yearning, ofc, sub!ofc, dom!hook, blowjob, face fucking
a/n - hi! i’m back again but with something a little different. i know this probably won’t be my most popular fic bc it’s such a niche fandom. however, i really like pro wrestling and i hope you all can enjoy this fic regardless of if you like it or not. love you guys!!!
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Tyler’s eyes narrowed when she walked across the room. The way she dressed made him want to throw his head back and groan.
He was leaned against the wall watching her do the makeup of some of the women that were going on tonight.
As far as he knew she was the head makeup artist for the company and did her job pretty damn good, always in a pair of heels with her hair perfectly done too.
The outfit she had on today was a little more revealing than what he was used to but he definitely didn’t mind. The baby pink skirt and matching top made her body look out of this fucking world.
Tyler had never needed to go to the makeup chair before so they had never officially crossed paths. However, he’s been watching her since the first time Cody brought his wrestling class to their first TV taping.
She’s always there, and she’s always working. Currently, she was talking to Britt while doing some crazy eyeshadow look on her that seemed impossibly difficult to him.
Ty could hear her giggle from where he was standing and he wanted nothing more than to go over there and drag her back to his private lockeroom and have his way with her.
“Again, man? You gotta leave her alone,” Dante Martin put a hand on his shoulder which Tyler immediately shrugged off.
He knew he was joking but it still hit a little too close to him. Tyler always wondered if she noticed him and the close eye he kept on her. 
“Shut up. Don’t you have a top rope or something to jump off?” Tyler rolled his eyes.
“Why don’t you just go talk to her,” Dante ignored his previous comment.
“What would I even say? ‘Oh hey, I’ve been staring at you for the past year and I want to do you in my hotel room?’”
Dante laughed, “You don’t obsess over a girl for an entire year and only want to fuck her. We both know you actually like her.”
Ty had never had a serious relationship before and didn’t desire it. He was very focused on his career and didn’t have time for any distractions, even ones with impossibly long legs and high cheek bones.
“That’s exactly why I can’t talk to her. I’m way too busy. I don’t have time to treat her like she deserves,” he grumbled back in response.
His friend grinned, “How can you say shit like that and not see it?”
“See what, asshole,” he hissed back.
“That you’re not going to be able to just stop thinking about her.”
“I could totally stop thinking about her if I wanted to. She’s like, like a side hobby,” Tyler responded a bit flustered.
“A side hobby?” Dante was hysterically laughing at this point.
“If she’s such a side hobby, let’s make a bet,” Dante said to him.
“Oh yeah? What kind of bet?” Tyler was intrigued at this point. He was never one to turn down a challenge. He stopped leaning on the wall and stood up straight.
“If you can leave her alone for the rest of the show - that means no looking at her, no standing by the makeup chairs, and no scaring off the rookies who try and flirt with her - I’ll pay for you to finish the rest of your sleeve,” Dante said slyly.
Tyler’s eyebrows shot up in surprise, “Dude, my tattoo artist is charging me $2500 in cash for that.”
“I know. But I’m almost positive you won’t win,” he laughed.
“What happens if I lose?” Ty inquired.
“I get your private lockeroom for 5 more Dynamites,” Dante responded matter of factly.
“Bro, my dad rents that out for me.”
“Yeah and everyone fucking hates you for it,” Dante added.
“Call me daddy’s money all you want but I get to do my pre-match ritual in silence, without you assholes screaming in my ear.”
“And that’s what I want.”
“Fine. You have a deal,” Tyler stuck his hand out and Dante shook it.
“There’s no way you’re winning,” Dante cackled while walking away from him.
Tyler walked to catering and tried not to think about her there without him. It was stupid really. She had been working there longer than he had and he was scared for her well-being.
He sighed and stabbed the chicken on his plate with a fork. It was going to be a long ass night.
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Dynamite had started a couple of hours later and he had a match tonight, but for some reason he couldn’t focus.
Well, not some reason. He knew the exact reason, and she was most likely sucking on hard candy and playing on her phone in the backstage area.
Tyler tried hard to shake it off, he really did. But he couldn’t jepordize his match for some stupid bet.
His phone dinged and it was a text message from Dante.
Are you cracking yet, lover boy?
Tyler wanted to hurl his phone at the wall. He felt like he was going absolutely insane. He wanted to slap himself for allowing his attraction to her for getting this far.
Ty hated to admit it to himself, but he did actually like her. He liked her much more than a one night stand or a casual hookup.
He had been going backing forth between the pros and cons of just going to find her when the Bucks walked into his dressing room.
Tyler immediately stood up from his seated position when they walked in. He pulled himself together so he could talk to his bosses.
He stuck his hand out to shake theirs, “What can I do for you guys?”
After they finished shaking hands with each other Matt started talking, “It’s about your match tonight. Tony made a last minute decision for you to go over.”
Tyler’s face was one of surprise, “Like, win the TNT title?”
“Yeah,” Matt brushed over this news, “Sorry it’s on such short notice, kid.”
“No, don’t sweat it. I’m psyched,” Tyler tried to keep his cool.
“We figured you would be. Go change the finish with Sammy and you’ll be set. We watched you guys practice this morning and the match you have planned should stay the same. The only change we want is for you to tap him out,” Nick instructed the young talent.
“Of course. Thank you so much. This means a lot to me,” Tyler was very grateful for this opportunity but also incredibly nervous.
The group exchanged pleasantries for a while longer until they left the room. Ty could feel his heart speeding up. There was no way he could go out to win a title feeling like this.
His palms were sweating and despite the news he had his focus was still somewhere else. He checked his watch to see he had an hour and thirty minutes until he was gonna go out.
Fuck the bet.
There was no way in hell Ty was going to fuck up the biggest match of his career over a bet.
He threw a hoodie and sweats over his gear and stepped out of dressing room, already feeling the clouds clear out of his head.
Ty booked it to the makeup chairs like he was being chased.
He stopped just a few steps behind where she was lounging.
She was perched on one of the chairs with her legs swinging. She was on her phone with a cherry red sucker in her mouth, just as he suspected.
She was a sight for sore eyes and he felt relief wash over him knowing she was perfectly fine.
“Hey,” he said suddenly making her look up from her phone. His voice was a surprise to his own ears. He had never spoken to her and now was probably not the best time to start.
She looked up at him from her chair and took the sucker out of her mouth, “Hey.”
The way she was smiling at his made his chest ache, “I was wondering if you could fix my hair before my match. I totally slept on it wrong.”
She looked skeptical. Tyler knew he sounded stupid. His hair was probably the easiest in the world to manage. All he did was run a brush through it and call it a day.
“Of course. Hook, right?” She called him by his in ring name.
He chuckled as he sat down in her chair, “Yeah, but you can call me Tyler.”
When her fingers began to comb through his hair he wanted to groan.
“I’m Ariane, but everyone around her calls me Ari.”
He finally knew her name and it fit her perfectly. He could feel all of his nerves slipping from his body as she touched him. It was like she had some sort of magnetic aura that dissipated all of his anxiety.
He stayed quiet as she moved his hair every which way. Her long pink acrylics were perfectly scratching his scalp. Ty fought the urge to shiver and lean into her touch.
“What gear are you wearing tonight?” Ari asked.
“I’ve got the orange on tonight.”
“You always wear those,” she teased, “What about the chain?”
He pulled his gold chain out of his hoodie and showed her. He was impressed she knew he always wore a chain to the ring. It made Ty smile that Ari watched him maybe as much as he watched her.
She moved from behind him to get a better look at the chain.
Ari leaned in and touched the chain around his neck. Her tan fingers brushed against the pulse point on his neck. He closed his eyes and took in a breath. Her long dark extensions created a curtain between them and the outside world. Tyler wanted to feel her hands on him forever.
Their eyes locked for a second and she smiled at him in a way that made him want to bend her over his lap and make her start fucking counting.
He tried not to lose control of the situation. It felt like she was holding him in the palm of her hand.
“This is really nice. It’s different than the ones you usually wear,” Ariane said finally and stepping away from him.
His mouth twitched into a small smile, “You pay a lot of attention to my chains?”
“You’re the only guy on the roster who doesn’t ask for my advice on gear. I like to see what you’re wearing.”
“Well, this one was my dad’s in the 90’s. He wore it when he proposed to my mom,” Ty couldn’t figure out why he was volunteering this information. He kept most of his personal life to himself but she made him spill his guts with only a few words.
“And you’re wearing it to win your first title,” she must’ve noticed the look he gave her, “You tend to hear a lot when you’re doing an entire roster’s makeup and hair.”
“The chain is a good luck charm. It made my mom say yes, maybe it’ll keep me from fucking up any spots,” he joked.
“I’ve never seen you mess up a spot before,” Ari rolled her eyes adorably.
Tyler really wanted to grab her and kiss her. Actually, he wanted to do more than that, he wanted to take her back to his dressing room and flip up that impossibly tiny skirt and fuck her. He had to get himself back under control.
He took a deep breath and stood up. He was standing almost chest to chest with her. Ty had a few inches on her, even with her heels. He looked down at her parted lips and smiled.
“Next time you have any advice on my gear, you can come find me in my dressing room,” his words dripped with sexual innuendo that made her noticeably flustered.
He walked away from the makeup area and to gorilla. Ty stripped down into his gear and waited for the women’s match to end.
He felt way more confident than he had in his lockeroom. Tyler was calm, satiated even. He talked to Ari for the first time ever and even flirted with her. He could comfortably take her off of his mind for now.
He was ready to go out there and have the best match of his life.
Even though he felt on top of the world, he still felt anxiety pooled in his belly. Any person in their right mind would.
This is going to be his first title run and he wants it to be amazing.
“Hey,” Sammy grabbed his shoulder, “The Bucks wanted me to come talk about the match with you.”
His calm attitude didn’t last long when he heard Sammy’s voice. Sammy Guevera was not an easy person to be around. Almost everyone on the roster hated him, besides his equally annoying wife, Tay.
“Yeah. All we have to do is keep the same combinations until the last three minutes. They want a submission victory so I was thinking you try for a frog splash and I catch you midair. I’ll give you a couple of suplexes and then put you in the redrum.”
“Whatever,” sammy rolled his eyes like the asshole he is, “I’m still pissed they sprung this on me last minute.”
“Maybe it’s because you called one of the most experienced veterans in the back a jobber,” Ty spit back at him.
Just because they had a match did not mean they had to like each other.
“Let’s just get this over with,” Sammy grumbled while walking away.
As the semi-main event ended with Britt holding her championship with a confident smirk on her face. He felt like his chest was on fire the closer it got to his match.
Tyler stood up and took a deep breath. He had seven minutes until his entire life would be changed.
He knew he had to go out first and stood at the curtain.
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The match went off without a hitch. Tyler was surprised considering Sammy kept giving him stiff punches and slapping him in the face.
Ty kept it professional, though and managed to finish the match without actually beating the shit out of him.
He walked to the back with the TNT titled draped over his shoulder as the backstage personnel and Tony Khan gave him a standing ovation.
His dad was the first person to hug him and tell him how proud he was. Tyler fought tears when they embraced.
He thanked everyone profusely and spoke to Tony privately about how grateful he was.
Ty was in the middle of picking up his sweats and hoodie when Dante came into view. He mentally groaned, he was going to get so much shit from him.
Dante wrapped gave Tyler a hug and when he pulled away he smiled, “Couldn’t do it could ya, champ?”
“Fuck off,” Tyler groaned, “It was the only way that match wasn’t gonna be shit. It was impossible to focus with her on my mind.”
“You sound like a fucking love sick puppy,” Dante laughed at him.
“Yeah yeah. What are we doing to celebrate?” Ty smirked at his friend.
“I’ve got some of the boys together and we can go grab drinks downtown. This is my first time in Nashville so I think Bowens is picking.”
“Sounds great. Let me go take a quick shower,” he replied walking away.
“Enjoy that private shower while it lasts!” Dante called from behind him.
Tyler just flipped him off and kept walking to his dressing room. He really was dreading giving it away for five weeks.
Just before he made it to his lockeroom he saw Ari leaning against the wall next to the his dressing room door texting on her phone.
“Hey,” he smiled at her.
She looked up at him, “Hey, champ. That was a great match. Congratulations.”
Her smiled was so genuine and happy it made his heart flutter a little bit, “Thanks. Hey, some of the guys are going out to celebrate. Wanna come with?”
Tyler watched as her green eyes lit up at the prospect of going out with him.
“I’d love to, but before I think you told me I should come into your lockeroom when I had any thoughts about your gear,” she gave him a sultry look through her false eyelashes.
His mouth quirked into a smile, “Yeah, and what is it you wanna say about my gear, doll?”
“I think it would look much better off,” she had an innocent look in her eyes despite the words she was saying.
This turned him onto no end. He didn’t even bother to say anything else, he just opened the door and pulled her inside.
He quickly locked the door and pressed her against it. Their lips touched and it felt like his skin was buzzing against her own.
He kissed a trail down her neck. He sucked and nipped at the delicate skin until there was a distinct hickey.
“Such a fucking tease all the time, hm? All those tiny little outfits” He said against her neck.
Tyler could hear her shaky breathing and the occasional whimper.
He smiled against her skin and finally pulled away, “If you want to stop, just say so.”
With that he tugged her over to the couch and pulled her onto his lap.
Their mouths were on one another’s in an instant. Their lips moved in a feverish manner, as if they couldn’t get enough of each other.
Ari was the first to pull away, “Let me properly congratulate you on your win, champ.”
She slinked down to her knees in front of him and put her hands on his bare thighs.
Tyler’s hand ran through her hair and Ari spoke again, “It’s a wonder it’s taken you this long to say something.”
He looked down at her in confusion as she started to palm him through his shorts, “I’ve seen you stand at my makeup station for months and stare at my ass. That’s why I’m dressed like this tonight.”
She kissed his thigh and whispered, “Just for you.”
Tyler finally said something, “Dressing like a whore at work just to impress me? I’m honored, baby.”
Ari rested her head against his thigh and stared at his hard on still confined in his pants.
Ty wrapped a hand in her and forced her to sit up properly, “Are you gonna let the champ fuck your face doll?”
She nodded eagerly, “Please fuck my face Tyler.”
He didn’t have to hear anymore, he pulled his cock out, “Stick your tongue out.”
Ariane shivered at his dominant voice and did what she was told.
He used his hand that was wrapped in her hair to guide her down his cock. Ty slowly sunk his cock in her mouth and groaned out when she made it to the base.
She began gagging a little bit and he let her pull off, “You’re so big,” she whimpered.
Ty thought she looked so cute like this, almost frustrated she couldn’t take him all the way down her throat, “You’ll make it work, baby.”
She wrapped her lips around his tip and looked up at him to signal that she was ready for him to continue
He started bobbing her head up and down his cock. His groans made her even wetter than she was.
Ty kept cursing in his deep voice and watched as he fingers snaked in between her legs and underneath her skirt.
“Cant even handle sucking cock without something inside you? Fucking hell,” he chastised her while moving her head faster.
He threw his head back when she started swirling her tongue around his length.
“Fuck,” Ty said aloud, “I’m gonna cum down that pretty throat.”
She nodded her head around him to assure him it was okay. Somehow he forced her to choke his cock down even faster.
Ari sucked impossibly hard and his hips bucked up into her mouth right before he came. She felt his hot seed shoot down her throat in long spurts and whimpered around him.
When he was finished with her he took her off of him.
They both stopped for a moment, him breathless and her with spit around her mouth and tears in her eyes.
“Come here,” he said while putting his shorts back on properly.
Ari obediently sat in the couch next to him before he grabbed her waist and sat her on his lap.
His arms wrapped around her, “We don’t have to go out with them tonight. We can go back to my hotel room and talk or something. I don’t want you to think I wanted this as a one time thing.”
Her voice was hoarse when she first started talking, “Today is a big day for you. You deserve to go out and celebrate.”
“Did you drive here?” He asked, ignoring her last comment.
“No, I ubered, why?”
“I’ll drive you back to the hotel then. Or the bar, it whatever you want, baby,” he smiled at her warmly.
She whined, “I can’t let you not celebrate you’re first title win. I’ll come with you to the bar and we can talk about all of this later.”
Tyler kissed the crown of Ari’s, “You know this wasn’t a one time thing for me, right? I want to have something real for you.”
She lifted her gaze to his, “Then we’re on the same page.”
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This is me projecting for sure, but can I request a female reader x Hook? She meets him at a convention meet and greet and he ends up being really into her. Feel like this is kinda cliche but I’m supposed to meet him in two weeks so I am projecting/lowkey manifesting👀 😂😭
Pairing: Hook x Female!Reader
Warnings: Fluff, Meet and Greets
Imagine Requests: Open!
Note: YOU'RE MEETING HOOK!? Ugh lucky! I just met Brian Cage a 2 weeks ago! Ugh I hope to meet Hook one day! I hope you have fun!
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Your stomach clenched tighter as you saw Hook's fluffy brown hair in view. You bit your lip to see him looking up at the person in front of him and smile. His smile melted your heart in way you never thought someone could. You grew even more nervous as you realized you were the next person in line to speak with him.
It seemed like your legs were becoming wobbly with each step you took. Watching the person in front of you leave in excitement you looked at Hook to see he was already looking at you with a large smile. "Hi!" He greeted.
"H- Hello." You gushed, walking up to the table. You handed him a piece of paper with a drawing on it of him.
"Holy shit, is this me!" His eyes sparkled as he admire the art work.
"Yeah, I uh have been working on it for awhile." You blushed as he grew excited over your work.
"This is amazing." Hook's eyes never left the paper as he grabbed a marker. "Who can I make this out to?" He popped off the lid.
"Y/N." You said sheepishly, biting your lip as you watched him autograph the drawing. "I'm a big fan of you." You finally admitted.
"And I'm a big fan of you as well." Hook gave your art piece one last look before handing it to you. "Do you post on Instagram?"
"Of my work? Daily." You smiled, carefully grabbing the sheet, making sure not to ruin it.
"Well, how about I give you a follow so I can see all your amazing art work?"
You stared at him in disbelief. "R- Really?" You fumbled to grab your phone, looking up your Instagram username. "Here, it's this." You showed him your profile picture as he pulled out his phone with a smile and put in your account.
"And, followed."
You looked at your screen to see Hook was officially following you.
"Come on, can't leave without a picture." Hook stood up from his chair as you made your way around the table, he wrapped his arm around your waist and held you tight, smiling towards the camera. Once the flash went off me whispered in your ear. "I'll text you later."
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~ It Should’ve Been Me ~
Jay White x Unnamed Female!Reader
Word Count: 1,800
Warnings: N/A
Type: Angst & Fluff
Summary: After losing to MJF at Full Gear, Jay becomes jealous seeing her around him
A/n: Two for one on a ppv
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“How is he?” Adam asked, shifting his head at Jay in the catering area.
“It’s not great, to put it lightly.” She sighed.
For the past few weeks, Jay had kidnapped the Triple B, and tonight it was on the line against Maxwell. For the most part, it seemed that Jay would be okay with losing, but watching him after the match proved otherwise. Maybe it wasn’t the losing that bothered him as much as it was that he wanted the belt. He proved himself of all the things he wanted in Japan, and now in his first title match he fell short, no matter how hard he tried to beat his opponent. It wasn’t the first time he’d felt disappointed in a loss, but this one was different to him. This time, it wasn’t just about putting on a good show for the fans or proving that he could do something. No, this time it was about her. Her with the smile that lit up any room she entered, the gorgeous eyes that he always seemed to get lost in, the outgoing personality that made him fall for her in the first place. He realized his feelings for her when the first person he wanted to celebrate his Wembley win was with her, but he hadn’t told her that.
“Want me to talk with him?” She shook her head at Adam’s question.
Sure, they were good friends, both admitted to that, but right now she wanted to be the one to comfort him. It wasn’t often she saw him like this, bummed about anything, so she wanted to help him, even if he’d be cocky about it. After hearing they were ready for him on the Media Scrum, Adam left, giving her a reassuring smile. Once she knew he was safely out of the room, she began walking towards the table that he’d been sitting at for the past ten minutes.
“Jay?” Her voice laced with worry, catching his attention quickly.
“Hey, what’s up?” The emotion of discouraged still lingered on his face, and she felt awful about it.
“I was wondering if you wanted to talk about your match.” He shook his head.
There was no eye contact, just the empty awkward silence filling the air. Jay knew he needed to say something, anything, to her. Yet, he couldn’t get a single word out. Unsure if it was fear or if it was simply his nerves, Jay stood, wanting to leave so he could think. Normally, he didn’t mind doing it when she was around, but this time, when it was about her, he wanted to be alone.
“I’ve got to go.” He left without another word, leaving her confused.
Not thinking too much of it, she turned and left for the media area. After his questionnaire ended, Max would be leaving from the right side. Since Jay left, she decided to meet the champ when he was done. Scrolling through her Instagram account, she almost missed the sound of his laugh filling the room when he entered.
“Hey! What are you doing here?” It was clear he was in pain, the sound throughout his tone.
“I was waiting for you. How’s the leg?” He groaned at her question, giving her the answer, she needed. “Alright, so that’s a not great.”
He laughed at her joke, causing her to smile. They’d been friends for a few years now, most of the time keeping it off social media. Max was this entitled heel on screen, but the man she knew, he was different. He’d been kind to her when she needed a friend, and that’s how it started for them.
“So first you’re going to keep that title from me, and now her too huh?” Jay yelled it, and even though it was a question, to her it sounded less like that. In her mind, Jay was angry, but she didn’t understand why.
“What are you talking about man?” Max called back; his fists clenched.
“You know what I’m talking about Friedman. Since you’re out here stealing my girl from me too!” His exclamation led to all eyes on her, and she felt tears in her eyes. Without saying anything, she took off for her car, not bothering to grab any of her stuff before leaving.
For a while, she drove in silence, not really having a destination in mind. What had Jay been talking about when he called her his girl? Even an hour later she still didn’t have the answer to her question, and she knew there was only one place to get it. Once she pulled her car into a gas station, her phone dinged letting her know someone texted her. Grabbing it to see who, she noticed it was from the one man she needed to talk to. He wanted to talk, if she was willing, and he also had let her know that he brought her stuff back to the hotel room for her. In her zone of driving, she’d forgotten all about her things, including her camera with all the photos she’d taken during the show. In the morning she would message Tony about bringing them for him to see, since she left before he’d finished with the scrum. Thinking of a plan, and falling short, she’d decided to return to the hotel.
“Jay, are you still awake?” He flipped the switch on his beside lamp, signaling to her that he was.
“I waited for an hour at the arena for you.” His words were gentle. They’d always been with her, tonight being the exception. “Then I waited two more hours here for you to come back. When it hit the two-hour mark, I thought you decided to crash with Max.”
“I’m right here.” She whispered softly, and he nodded his head. A sniffle could be heard from where she sat on her bed. “We need to talk about what happened.”
Jay rolled so he could face her, his bare chest exposed from the lack of blanket. It wasn’t that she hadn’t seen him shirtless any other time they shared a room, but after what he said tonight, it felt different.
“I’m sorry, especially about the yelling--” His words trailed off as he focused on pulling himself into a sitting position. “I know that you’re probably confused.”
She nodded, not saying anything else in case he wanted to keep explaining.
“I’ve lost belts, and I’ve lost title matches, but tonight was different than those times. Before, I was trying to prove to the audience that I was the best in the world. Tonight, it wasn’t about proving myself to them, at least not in my eyes.” Another sniffle came, and Jay turned his head to look at her again. She noticed the red puffy eyes, informing her that he’d been crying recently.
“When you step into a ring, people know who you are, there isn’t anything that needs proven.” A small smile appeared on her face, an effort to comfort him.
At this, he chuckled, knowing that while it may seem that way, it wasn’t how he saw it. “There was, and I failed to do it. It got to me, and I let it trample over my emotions.”
“If it wasn’t the crowd, then who did you want to prove it to?” He smiled at her, and he went to speak before her phone rang out. Checking it, she frowned, knowing it wouldn’t help the situation any. “It’s Max, but I don’t have to answer it.” He shook his head and leaned to turn off his lamp.
When her phone fell silent, his motions stopped. They sat in silence for a moment, neither sure what to say to the other. It was he who’d been the first to break it.
“I wanted to prove it to you.” Jay released a breath after his admission, giving her time to process what he’d said.
“Why me?” Now was the hard part of the conversation, at least how she saw it. He’d say something about needing everyone to say he was the best, as an ego boost, but it wouldn’t be what she’d want.
“The way I feel about you.” He sucked in a breath before continuing. “When I won at Wembley, you were the first person I ran to backstage. I wanted you to celebrate and be happy with me. At All Out when BCG won, you were there waiting for me. I’d been so frustrated with how my hair was sticking to me, and you took the time to brush it out of my face. Each time something happens, I want to share it with you.”
“Jay, I didn’t know you felt this way.” She whispered.
“I didn’t expect you to, if I’m being honest. Seeing you with him tonight, it caused me to get jealous, and I just snapped.” Her laugh at his words caught him by surprise, but he smiled.
“Well, I’m impressed with you in the ring.” He laughed at that. “I’m also impressed with who you are outside the ring. The kind of guy who’ll wait a total of three hours for you, the guy who’ll share his emotions with you, even if he doesn’t like them. That’s the version of you that I want to celebrate wins with, brush hair from your face, and share memories with.”
“As friends?” His question was expected, since she hadn’t flat out admitted things the way he had.
“I was thinking as your girl, since Max can’t take me away from the guy I like.” Without even finishing her sentence, Jay had the blanket off and was standing in front of her. When she did finish, he leaned down and kissed her, both hands coming to cup her face.
The kiss was filled with passion, one that she’d feel on her lip's hours later. When he pulled away, his hands stayed, holding her like she was the most perfect thing to him.
“I hope that was okay.” He whispered, lips barely above hers.
“It was perfect.” She smiled at him, and he kissed her again. “Come on, let’s lay in bed.”
“You don’t want to shower first?” He asked, but she shook her head.
“Well, I’d like to lay in bed with my man, but I seem to be missing that title for someone.” A giggle left her lips as Jay kissed her for a third time.
“You got me there. How about I ask you with more of these kisses I’ve been giving for free.” He teased.
She nodded; a playful grin lay on her face as they crawled into bed. Jay rolled slightly, turning off the lamp, and kept his end of the bargain, filling her night with kisses as his girl.
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Surprise 🤭
To Anonymous:
Your request was adorable! We all need some Christian Cage fluff in our lives. Thanks for sending it in 🖤
Word count: 779
Divider by: @saradika-graphics
GIF credit: @cowboyshit
Original Anonymous Request:
I kinda need some Christian Cage fluff I'm missing him way too much.
can you please write an Story about Christian Cage and Fem Reader, where both are dating with an age gap, where Reader discovered that she's pregnant and tells him that he's going to be a dad which he's despite his age over the moon and he's saying that he already loves this little bean.., if possible can you add an little time skip to the day they found out the gender and it's an girl which he respond with "another little princess joins the family"
Disclaimers: Pregnancy is the only one this time. Read at your own discretion 🙂
You and Christian are over the moon about your unexpected surprise...
When you and Christian first started dating, your age gap never factored into anything. The both of you instantly fell head over heels for each other, while your friends and family supported your relationship wholeheartedly. You both shared similar interests and hobbies and you adjusted well to his professional wrestler lifestyle. His daughter adores you and you share the same feelings towards her, your relationship with her is something you cherish. Every now and then you and Christian talk about the future, sharing your hopes and thoughts on where each of you would like to be. Your ideas usually align up nicely, even when it comes to more serious topics like marriage and having children together.
While marriage was still on the table, you both agreed that you are content with where your relationship is at right now. You are just enjoying your life together and living in the moment. Everything was going well until an unexpected surprise threw you for a loop, you found out you were pregnant! You hadn’t been feeling well for a while, so when your period was late, you knew you needed to take a test. The two pink lines you saw both surprised and excited you! At first you were nervous to tell Christian, but when you started picturing him holding a tiny little baby in his strong arms, it all went away.
You decided to decorate a baby onesie with a special design on it to tell Christian your big news! It didn’t take long to make, and it turned out just like you hoped it would. Once it was dry, you placed it in a gift box along with a tiny pair of baby shoes and a positive pregnancy test and topped it with a bow. Christian was due back home later in the evening, so that’s when you planned on giving him the present.
After Christian got settled in, the two of you were snuggled up together on the couch. He had gotten up to use the bathroom and when he came back, he noticed the gift box sitting in his spot next to you. “What’s this?” he asked with a smile. He picked it up and plopped down, giving the box a little shake. You chuckled at his puzzled expression and spoke shyly, “Just a little surprise I put together for you,”
You watched him take the bow off and tear through the paper before pulling off the lid, your eyes were already glossing over. Christian pushed the tissue paper to the side and stared at the contents underneath it, his brain trying to register what his eyes were seeing. He pulled out the onesie first and read over the words you had written on it, “Father of the Year x2.”
“Y-you’re…you’re pregnant?” Christian managed to stammer out. You couldn’t contain your smile as you nodded your head “yes.” He pulled out the tiny baby shoes next and then the pregnancy test, still not offering you any words. “Well, what are you thinking? Are you unhappy about it?” you asked a little sheepishly. Christian saw the worried look on your face and immediately spoke up, “Of course I’m happy! Just a little surprised, that’s all. A baby wasn’t something we had planned on right now, but it’s a blessing nonetheless! That little bean is a piece of me and a piece of you, how incredible is that?!”
Your pregnancy seemed like it was going by in the blink of an eye when you and Christian arrived at your 20-week doctor appointment. The two of you sat in the waiting room filling out paperwork until your name was called. Christian stood up first and extended his hand to you with a big smile on his face. “Ready to find out if we’re having a son or another daughter?” he asked sweetly. You laced your fingers with his and the two of you walked hand in hand back to the ultrasound room.
“Are you wanting to know the sex of your baby?” the ultrasound tech asked. “If not, you’ll want to look away until I’m finished with this part,”
Christian spoke up first, giving the ultrasound tech an enthusiastic “yes” which caused you and the tech to chuckle. “Alright, if you see where the cursor is on the monitor, you’ll be able to tell the gender. Congratulations mom and dad, it’s a girl!” You instantly covered your mouth with your hand in shock because you were convinced it was a boy, while Christian was beaming in the chair next to you. “We’re having a girl! Another little princess joins the family. She’s going to be beautiful just like her mother is…”
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Never Gonna Be Alone
Pairing: Christian Cage x female!reader
Category: Comfort/Fluff
Word count: 2,042
Summary: After being in a car accident, your boyfriend does everything in his power to make you feel comfortable, taken care of, and loved.
Warnings: swearing, female reader but no description of reader, mentions of injuries but no major details, medical talk, medical information might not be accurate
Requested by: @1dluver13xx I hope you enjoy it! ❤️
A/N: Here’s a Nickleback song that popped in my head and I felt fit very nicely. Shout-out to Nickleback for all the bangers over the years! 🤘🏻 @jvalentinesworld-cokes-hyna this is the fic I shared that little scene with you! I thought you might like to read the whole thing.
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He couldn’t believe it. Honestly, he couldn’t breathe once he got the phone call that you had been in a car accident. Were you okay? Christian didn’t know at the moment, but as soon as he found out what hospital you were at, he was there in a heartbeat, asking any and every person in scrubs and doctor coats where you were.
Once the nurse at the desk told him, he lied and said he was your husband when she asked what his relationship was to you. He knew they wouldn’t let him see you just yet unless he was your immediate family. Did he care that he lied to the sweet nurse? Nope. Did he feel guilty about it? Absolutely not.
Christian waited patiently, well as patiently as he could, as you slept off the adrenaline from a few hours ago. He looked your body over, his breath hitching as he noticed each cut and bruise along with the stitches you had received. He didn't know the details but that didn't matter, it just mattered that you were alive and it didn’t look like you were too seriously injured.
An hour after Christian entered your hospital room, you started to stir, slowly moving your arms, eyes fluttering open only to be met with Christian’s concerned blue ones. “Hey. Hey baby, how are you feeling?” He whispered, not wanting to be too loud in case your head hurt. You reached your hand out to hold his hand, but you were stopped by Christian slipping your hand into his once he noticed what you were attempting to do.
“Sore.” You managed to answer him in a hoarse voice. It was in that moment you realized just how dry your throat really was. “Will you get me some water?” You whispered, hoping the soft tone of voice would help your throat.
You felt Christian give your hand a gentle squeeze before answering, “Of course I can, love. I’ll be right back. I love you.” He wanted you to know he loved you, and he felt the need to say it after knowing he could have lost you, the love of his life, the woman he wanted to spend the rest of his life with.
Christian quickly tracked down a bottle of water and a straw and began making his way back to your room just as quickly as he left. He slipped into your room, not noticing the doctor and nurse present until the doctor began speaking after reading over your chart. He stopped moving momentarily to listen closely to the doctor until you reached towards him for the water. He opened the bottle and straw for you, dropping the straw in to the water before handing it to you.
“Well, it looks like you were a very lucky lady because you won’t be needing any surgery. I just need you to stay for the next couple days for observation and to receive further treatment for your injuries.” The doctor informs you and Christian. “If you need anything just let us know. We’ll check back with you later on today, but in the meantime, get some rest.” You nodded, taking a sip of your water. You were thankful Christian thought to get you a straw, it made drinking so much easier since you were hooked up to an IV and the monitor displaying your vitals, all the cords caused you to keep getting your arm tangled up in them.
The next couple days were spent with Christian waiting on you, willing to go get you snacks and drinks from the nearby vending machine, taking a walk down to the cafeteria to get you ice cream, jello, or pudding if you had a craving for any of them. Sometimes when you would move your arm a certain way the machine you were hooked up to would go off causing Christian to jump up concerned every time, only for you to ask him to help you untangle your arm. Sometimes your leg would bother you and again, Christian was quick ask you if you needed anything or needed the nurse, sometimes you would and sometimes you wouldn’t. Nevertheless, Christian was there all day, everyday to ensure you were taken care of, despite you telling him to go home and you would be fine, but he wasn’t having it, always refusing to leave you.
The day you were allowed to go home was such a relief. You were tired of the hospital, you missed your bed, you missed the comfort of your house, you missed your food, you missed your clothes — specially your comfy pajamas — you missed it all.
You’ll never forget the sense of relief you felt when Christian pulled his car into your driveway — you were home, you were finally home. Christian helped you out of the car and you waited for him to hand you the crutches the doctor sent you home with to use, but you gasped when you were lifted off the ground. “What are you doing?! Put me down! You’ll hurt yourself, I need to get used to the crutches anyways.” You scolded your boyfriend, but of course, he wasn’t listening as he continued to carry you bridal style to your front door and setting you down only long enough to open the door with the spare key you gave him three months ago. He picked you back up and carried you with ease to the couch, thinking you were probably tired of laying in a bed. He stacked your decorative couch pillows on the coffee table for you to prop you leg up on. He handed you the remote and insisted you relax with your favorite show while he brought in your crutches and belongings from his car.
You went to speak, but he was already out the door. You didn’t mind him taking care of you when your sick because it was small things you liked for him to do for you, but this? You didn’t want him to wear himself out taking care of you since you couldn’t do much of anything.
You watched him re-enter your home with all your things, noticing, that despite how much he insisted on waiting on you until you were better, he looked absolutely exhausted. That’s when it hit you, you never really saw him truly rest and sleep while staying in the hospital with you. He could deny his exhaustion all he wanted, but you saw the signs — heavy eyes, sagging shoulders, his movements had become slower. Carrying everything did help any either, you heard him breathe deeper and sigh more, hand running over his face. This is exactly what you didn’t want, it’s what you hated seeing. Christian was so focused on taking care you that he was forgetting to take care of himself in the process.
“Hey babe, come ‘ere.” You called him over with seemingly innocent intentions, but you were going to make him rest one way or another and what better way than sucker him into cuddling with you? The answer is none.
“What do you need, love?” He asked, doing his best to suppress a yawn but failing miserably. You heard him yawn as his footsteps grew closer.
“Come cuddle with me.” You gave him your best puppy eyes and reached your hands out for his. “You need to take a break. I don’t need anything right now expect for you.”
Christian didn’t put up a fight, letting you take his hands in yours and pull him down onto the couch next to you. Once comfortable, he draped his arm over your shoulders and you instinctively laid your head over on his shoulder. You both let out a sigh of contentment. It was only a matter of minutes before the both of you were fast asleep.
You wished you could have continued to lay there but you woke up desperately needing to use the bathroom, with your doting boyfriend still passed out on the couch next to you, you attempted to slip out and go relieve your bladder by yourself. The second you moved just the slightest to get up, Christian felt it. “Where do you think you’re going? Whatever you need I’ll get it.” He insisted like you knew you would if he woke up.
“I appreciate that but you can’t help me with what I need at the moment.” You giggled at his half awake state and insistence. “I’m in dire need to pee, if you must know.” You filled him in, giggling as you nudged him gently with your elbow.
Christian laughed, “Maybe not but I can at least help you to the bathroom.” He offered once again.
“Nope. You rest. I can make it with the crutches.” You stood hobbling on your good leg until you could grab the crutches and head out the living room and down the hall. Once done you returned to the living, Christian has passed back out asleep. You opted to sit in your comfy recliner and propped your leg up, you weren’t really sleepy anymore so you flipped through your phone, checking your social media before playing a couple different games, then pulling up the new show you’ve been binge watching for the past couple weeks. Christian still out like a light.
A couple hours passed, and you were getting hungry. You were sure what exactly you wanted because everything was starting to sound good. Hamburgers, pizza, salad, chicken nuggets, French fries, grilled cheese, tacos, pasta, all of it sounded delicious. You were too busy thinking about food to notice Christian had woken up until he commented on your growling stomach, causing you to jump in surprise. “You have that look like you can’t decide what you want.” He knew you all too well and you nodded your head.
“I think I want a grilled cheese. Oh! Or maybe some chicken tacos! Yeah, chicken tacos sound so good and some cheese dip.” Your mouth was watering just at the thought.
“As you wish!” Christian exclaimed, dramatically with a grin. You couldn’t help but giggle at his reference to one of your favorite movies. He grabbed his phone and called in your order and adding his as well. Noticing the time, Christian exited the living room only to return shortly with a bottle of water and your medicine. “Here. Time to take your medicine, and we should probably change your bandage out.” He tells you, handing you the water and medicine before digging out the clean roll of bandages. You take the medicine as instructed, admiring how insistent Christian is to take care of you.
“You know, I need to be doing all this so I have a routine for when you go back to work. I don’t want to forget something important.” As much as you appreciated your boyfriend taking care of you, you knew he would have to leave for work in roughly three days.
Christian stopped you before you had the chance to add anything else. “Baby, I’m not leaving you until you’re one hundred percent, and don’t try to change my mind. I already talked to Tony Kahn about it when you were still in the hospital and he said to take all the time I needed, so you’re not getting rid of me so fast.” He placed a kiss to the top of your head then moved to change your bandage.
You had known the entire time you had been dating Christian that he cared about you and loved you, but it wasn’t until this car accident that left you struggling to get around and feeling like a burden that you realized just how much he truly loved and cared about you, never letting you lift a finger (unless he was asleep and you managed to sneak off), or always asking you if you needed anything, or if you wanted to talk about what happened or just anything really. He wanted you to know he meant every word and to show you how much you meant to him. You were already thinking of ways to repay him and show him just how loved and appreciated he was, and each one of those ideas ended with the two of you in the bedroom.
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Doing a tiktok with Christian Cage headcannon:
Author's Note: Here is a fluffy / humorous Christian headcannon that I promised you guys as of yesterday which I didn't get to do. Apologies for the late post 🤧
Warnings: None, just pure fluff and really bad humor (finally I did a headcannon without any smut lol)
"Christian, let's do a tiktok!" You cheerfully announced to your boyfriend, who was reading a book in the corner of the living room.
"Tiktok?" He asked, his blue eyes widening and his brows raised. "You know I'm too old to dance, I might either get made fun of or break something."
A laugh came out of you
"You are never too old to have a little fun with your girlfriend, come on, if I have faith in you, you should have faith in yourself!"
He flashed a little smile
"Okay, my dear. One tiktok won't hurt." He replied, setting his book down and walking over to you.
"Yay!" You jumped up and down in excitement, grabbing your phone and searched through tiktok dances before you and him started the video.
You clicked on a random tiktok, and showed it to him for his approval.
***insert tiktok video of Run It! by Chris Brown*** (y'all don't take me seriously 😭)
You watched his facial expression go from normal to amusing.
"y/n! Seriously? I can't bend down that far on my hands and shake my butt at the same time." He busted out laughing, "Hold on, I need a second."
You crossed your arms against your chest playfully, puffing out your bottom lip.
"Are you done laughing, Mr. Captain Charisma? I know the dance looks too silly, but we can try to do it." You suggested
"Fineee." He grinned, "anything for you, love. But promise me under one condition, you won't post it?"
"I promise. it'll be only for you and me to see."
You pressed the countdown button starting from 10 all the way down to 1.
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*Take 1*
With Christian standing next to you, you began the dance first.
A laugh erupted out of him watching you, he attempted to bend down far to do the next step of the dance but ended up falling flat on his face.
(Poor Christian)
"Oh my God! Are you okay?"
The video stopped as soon as you asked him if he was okay.
"Yeah, told you I was gonna break something." He got up, brushing himself off with his hands and laughing it off like nothing happened.
"Take 2?"
"As long as I don't fall again, then sure, why not?"
Kissing him on the cheek, you restarted the video.
*Take 2*
Trying again, he started first.
*insert gif, pretend its Christian doing the "Run It" dance but in his version below*
"Get it, Christian!" You applauded, following his lead.
"How did we do?" Christian asked in curiosity, rubbing the back of his neck.
Showing him the video, he was in shock.
"We... we did much better." He began to say, "at least I didn't fall again,"
You playfully slapped him on the shoulder.
"Either way, you're a great dancer." Praising your boyfriend, you planted a small kiss on his lips. "You never fail to make me smile."
"Thank you y/n," he replied, softly placing his lips onto yours. "I think you are a better dancer than I am, but all I can say is that was fun."
Smiling from ear to ear, you wrapped your arms around his neck, kissing him once more.
"So lucky to have a man like you in my life who can put up with my silliness."
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Too Touchy
Pairing: Protective!MJF x Fem!Reader
Warnings: Fluff!
Word Count: 1,817
Summary: When a man gets too touchy on you, Max steps up, making the man to keep his hands to himself.
A/N: Just imagine MJF defending you because some guy doesn’t know what ‘no’ means.Hope You Enjoy!
You woke up to the sun shining bright through the curtains that hung on the window.
You could feel an arm draped across your waist. You turned around, meeting the face of a sleeping MJF. You're extremely lucky to see this side of him. Ever since he started the 'Better Than You Bay Bay' team, he's been showing more affection lately.
You smiled, tracing your hand around his beard and plump lips, debating if you should kiss him. "Either kiss me or take a picture." You gasped at the sound of Max's groggy voice.
His brown eyes opened, looking dead at you. "So you're not gonna give me a kiss?" You blushed, hiding your face in his neck. Max chuckled, pulling you back and kissing you. "We finally have the day off." You both sighed in sync.
Y'all have been working hard over the last month with Max being in a popular storyline and you making your way to the top for the Women's World Championship. "I know, I've been waiting!" You both sat in a comfortable silence before Max broke it.
“So what do you wanna do today? I was thinking maybe going shopping for a new suit, or maybe going down to the dealership and looking at a new car, what do you think?" Your face scrunched up at the sound of spending a lot of money.
“Uh, I don't know about that. Can we just have a normal day where we spend time together at the gym, or go out to eat?" Max thought for a moment and realized you were right. "Yeah, you're right. How about we go to the gym, to the store for some food, and maybe dinner?"
You smiled at that. "Oh yes, I like that much better." Max kissed your forehead before getting up. "Last one to get dressed gives the winner head." Max stood up, almost running to the closet. "Hey that's not fair you cheater!" You quickly got out the blanket, running to the closet to get some clothes.
(Max won)
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You both showered and made it to the gym. You and Max did some stretching before he went off to lift weights, but you've been experiencing some tense muscles in your leg, so hopefully stretching will help.
You stood on your mat, doing a downward dog position. As you took a deep breath you heard someone cat calling you. You smiled thinking it was Max, but when you turned around you saw some middle aged looking man standing there.
“Good god, do you look good." You frowned at the man's compliments, feeling a little weirded out. "Thank you?" You continued stretching, ignoring his words until he spoke again. "I'm sure you got a man or girl, but if I was yours I’d keep you nice and full until you get pregnant."
You stood up, looking at them with disgust. "What is wrong with you? How dare you say something like that about a woman!?" The man only chuckled at your question. "Oh don't act like you wouldn't like it. I know you're really a dirty whore in bed."
Your mouth dropped open at his words. "You're just nasty!" You left your mat, going to Max's side fast. He noticed how frantic you looked. "Hey what's wrong, you okay?" You gave him a reassuring smile. "Yeah, I'm just ready to go." Max looked at you slightly confused.
You just got here less than 10 minutes ago and now you want to leave? "You sure? We just got here like a couple of minutes ago." You nodded your fast, taking his hand. "Yeah, I want to go shopping for some food." You and Max took a small shower and left to go to the store.
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You were both walking in the store, grabbing a small basket. "Okay, I'll go look for the meat and you go look for all the other stuff." You both parted ways with you going to the vegetable aisle. You looked for the pickles when you saw they were on the top shelf.
"Who the hell put them all the way up there?" You stood on your tiptoes, trying to reach for the pickles. Your fingertips brushed the glass, but went no further. "I swear I'm gonna sue this store for putting these pickles so damn high!" You muttered.
You then felt an arm sliding over yours, grabbing the jar of pickles. "Oh, thank-" You stopped talking when you saw who it was. It was the same man from earlier. "No problem sweetheart. This is why you need a strong tall man like me with you."
He said, flexing his weak arms. "Y'know I never caught your name?" You stood there looking at him. There ain't no way you're gonna tell him your name. Luckily, Max walked by the aisle, stopping as he saw you. "Babe, there you are!" Max came to you, and the man quickly left.
“Who was that man you were talking to?" There's no way in hell you're gonna tell him who that is. "Oh, just a stranger helping me out for the pickles." You smiled as Max looked at you suspiciously. "You sure?" You nodded your head. "Yup, I'm done and hungry. Should I make dinner for tonight?"
Max shook his head no. "Nah, I wanna eat at that new restaurant that opened 2 months ago. Been dying to eat there." A smile was brought back to your face. "Okay, let's get these groceries home first."
You and Max drove home, put the groceries away, and drove to the restaurant. Max had a hand on the small part of your as you walked to the table.
A waiter took your order's and left. "I can't wait to eat here!" Max said again, smiling like a little kid. "Okay son, calm down." You and Max laughed. "Tony called me earlier when we were at the gym and asked if you were down to fight Toni for the belt on Dynamite next week."
You quietly clapped your hands. "Oh my god, yes! I've worked so hard for this and I'll finally get it!" Max watched as you cheered. The happy moment was cut short when a group of teenagers came up to the table. "Excuse me? Can we take a picture with y'all. We're big fans."
You smiled at the group, getting up and fixing your appearance. "Sure, come on babe." Max rolled his eyes that the fans ruined the moment, but took the picture. It was like a dominos effect. One fan came up and now others from the restaurant stopped eating to take a picture.
Some wanted you, others wanted just Max. As Max was taking a picture with a group of girls you looked around the room to catch the familiar eyes of the man. He was already walking towards you with a not so happy look on his face.
You just stood there, not being able to go anywhere. "So you're famous and dating someone? Y'know I was really upset to hear the talk about you dating that dickhead, I'm so much better than him." You scoffed at his cockiness. "Look, do you want a picture because if not you need to leave me alone."
The man smirked creepily. “Oh most definitely!" He called some random person to take the picture. He stood beside you, wrapping his grimy arm around your waist, pulling you close to his side. The person snapped multiple pictures, with his hand getting lower and lower down your body.
You uncomfortably backed away. "Alright, that's enough pictures." You awkwardly took a couple of steps back. "Why ya leaving so soon, we were just getting to the good part." You tried walking backwards, but the man grabbed you fast, pulling you into a bone crushing hug.
His hand came to your ass, gripping at it and pushing his nose in the nape of your neck. You harshly pushed him away, but his grip was too strong. "Get your hands off my girl!" You jumped back at the sound of Max's angry voice. The man let you go after receiving a punch.
The man flew back, sliding over a table with food on it. Glass shattering could be heard as well as gasps from people around. People pulled their phones out and filmed as Max beat the guy's ass. The manager and workers came up, trying to pull Max off him, but Max was not having it.
The man was struggling to cover his face as Max threw punches. “Max calm down, chill out!” Your words were drowned out by his ears, as he continued to beat the man. “We called the cops!” Someone yelled from behind.
Coincidentally, 2 cops were sitting around the corner so they came to break the fight up. One held back Max while the other arrested the man, who now had a black eye and busted lip. Max was furious, red painting his face, but when he saw you, he broke out the cops arms, and went to you.
“Hey, you okay?” Max asked as you brushed your hand over his cheek. “Yeah I am, but your-” Max cut you off, knowing what you were gonna say. “It’s just a scratch.” The cop interrupted the moment with some questions.
“Some people said it started off because of you ma’am?” You nodded your head, gulping at the memories. “Yes, we went to the gym in the morning and the guy was flirting with me, saying how beautiful I looked and then said if he was my man, he would get me pregnant.”
Max’s eyes almost bugged out his head at the new information. “He what?!” You kept speaking. “Yeah and then I went to the store and he was in the same aisle, trying to get my name and now we’re here.” Max was gripping at his hair, breathing heavily as you told the cop.
“Thank you ma’am we’re gonna lock this guy up. It’s not the first time he’s been arrested for harassment.” The cops walked away, leaving you and Max. “I’m getting tired, can we go home?” Max nodded his head, taking you outside.
You both were met with cameras and paparazzi. “MJF can you tell us what happened in the restaurant?” Usually Max wouldn’t stop to answer the stupid paparazzi, but he needed the world to know what happens when you mess with his girl.
“Yeah that motherfucker was being too touchy with my girl, and I don’t like that so I beat his ass.” Max only answered one question before hurrying you in the car. You both let out a breath of relief.
“Please tell me if someone’s making you feel uncomfortable. I might be an asshole sometimes, but I love you.”You smiled, leaning over to kiss him. “I will, promise.”
You both drove home that night, stress free at the thought of that man being locked up.
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●Hook x Tattoo Artist Reader●
Summary: Hook discovers your tattoo art on Instagram.
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*Tyler's POV*
Sitting in the locker room with Orange, Kris, Willow, Trent and Chuck, I am scrolling through Instagram when I come across this tattoo artist page that catches my eye. I click on the page and start scrolling through the pictures. Trent comes over and sits next to me looking at my phone.
"Woah dude. Who's art is that? That is amazing!"
"Oh its this chick named Y/N."
Willow and Kris gasp and run over to the couch next to me.
"Oh my gosh! Y/N is so talented!"
"Yeah she did my tattoos!"
"Mine too! You have to go to her!"
"And I think Tyler would really like her if you know what I mean."
Willow nudges my side and I roll my eyes. The girls have been trying to get me a girlfriend for a long time and it hasn't worked out. Kris pulls out her phone and starts typing on it.
"I have an idea!"
She starts calling someone on speakerphone. I look over at her confused.
"Hellooo lady!"
"Hi Y/N!"
My eyes go wide looking over at Kris. Willow laughs at me.
"Is my other bestie there too?"
"Hi Y/N!"
"Hi Willow!"
"Y/N, we were wondering if you possibly have an opening tonight or tomorrow for someone new?"
"Is it a man? Better not be like the last one you brought me."
"Yes it is a man. And no nothing like that last one."
They are start laughing and I shake my head no at Kris. Kris smiles at me than looks at her phone.
"So I actually had a cancellation tonight so why don't you bring this mystery man with you at 6?"
"It's a date! See you than!"
"Bye!"
She hangs up the phone than looks over at me.
"Looks like you got a tattoo appointment tonight. Better figure out what you are getting."
"Thanks Kris."
I roll my eyes and go back to looking through her drawings to see which one I am going to get now.
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*Y/N's POV*
I am currently sweeping up the floor in my tattoo shop when I hear the bells on the door jingle. I look up seeing Kris and Willow walk in with two men walking behind them.
"Kris! Willow!"
I set the broom down against the wall and walk over to them.
"Y/N! How are you?"
"I'm good! How are you two?"
"Good! Good!"
"Awesome!"
I look over at the two men that came in with them.
"Who are these two?"
"Hi I'm Trent!"
He hugs me wrapping his arms around my head and I hug him back wrapping my arms around his waist. He pulls away keeping his arm around my neck.
"You are short."
I roll my eyes and push his arm off me walking up to Tyler.
"Hi. I'm Y/N."
"I'm Tyler."
"Oh, you are the one I am tattooing. Did you figure out what you want?"
I walk back to my section in the shop and he follows behind me as everyone else sits in the waiting area. He pulls out his phone and shows me the eyes that I posted on Instagram.
"Oh... you... you want one of my drawings?"
"Your drawings are incredible. I looked through all your pictures on Instagram. There is a couple of them that I wanna get."
"Thank you. I will go print out the stencil for you. Be back."
I grab my phone and walk over to my machine printing out different sizes. Kris and Willow walk up to me with big grins on their faces. I shake my head looking at them.
"Soooo whatcha think?"
Kris whispers to me and I look down blushing a little.
"He is cute."
I mumble still looking down at the floor and they laugh a little at me.
"And he said he went through all my drawings on Instagram and wants to get more later on."
"Oh he likes you already than."
Willow nudges my arm and I smile looking at her. I grab the stencils and look at them.
"Time for me to tattoo ladies."
"Go get your man."
I laugh walking back over to Tyler. I put the stencils on my little table infront of him.
"What size would you like?"
He looks through the sizes and picks out the middle size one. I take it from him and look at him.
"Okay. Next question. Where do you want it?"
He takes his hoodie off and I gulp seeing him not wearing a shirt underneath.
"I want it about here."
He points to below his neck on his back. I prep the area he wants than put the stencil on. I pull off the paper revealing the stencil on his back. I take a picture of it than walk infront him showing him the picture.
"How's that?"
"Looks amazing. Let's do it."
I get all my supplies ready and start tattooing him as he sits there playing on his phone.
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Finishing up the tattoo, I start wiping it down and cleaning it up.
"Mind if I take a picture?"
"Go ahead."
I pull my phone out of my pocket and snap a picture. I walk infront of him and show him the picture.
"Wow! That's amazing! You did a great job! Thank you so much!"
"Of course!"
I giggle looking at him. He pulls money out of his pocket.
"How much do I owe you for it?"
"A date."
"What?"
"You owe me a date. With you."
He stares at me for a minute than smiles. I giggle at him and put my hand on his shoulder.
"It's a deal!"
He stands up, kisses my cheek than walks over to Trent and they leave. Kris and Willow come running over to me.
"What was that?"
"Details!"
"He asked me how much I owe him for the tattoo. And I said he owes me a date. With him."
"Ooooo yes girl!"
"I think you two will be really good for each other!"
God I hope so!
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spooky delights
summary : reader is feeling quite low, her husband has just the thing to turn that from upside down.
pairing : jon moxley x afab!reader (husband!wife dynamic - fluff)
cw : fake blood, blood licking (but reader thinks it's real at first), implied smut/nsfw if you squint - referred to mox as "your treat" in descriptions, nicknames (babygirl/lovely/baby), neck kisses/general kissing/slight french kissing.
a/n: wanted to whip up a lil' something for halloween & this came to mind with prompt inspo from here. reblogs are very much appreciated! if you want added to the tag list send an ask but my writing updates are all over the place!
word count : 712 words
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gif credit : @allelitewrestlings
trick or treaters knocked on the door all evening long, being home and in the comfort of your dog was the only company you had for the time being as you awaited your husband to arrive home.
you hadn't felt like moving an inch from the sofa, only doing so to put out a bowl of candy earlier with little motivation to do much else as you went back under the covers, your dog hopping up on the sofa as you gave him a few pets.
ever since moving in with jon, you were fortunate to have snacks all around the house, however as you reached down and rummaged through the snack drawer below, you only managed to find those of the salty variety.
with a sigh, you rolled over to your side and snuggled up against your furry friend who was more than accepting of the ear scratches you provided.
after an hour or so passed by, the lights began to flicker off outside and chatter of kids on a sugar high dampened down as the night grew darker.
still no jon. you wondered what he had been up to this late. he was only supposed to be grabbing pizza and a few groceries but your sweet tooth grew stronger and the candy was bound to be gone by now.
the cincinnati native came with pizza in one hand and in the other two brown paper bags which seemed to be filled.
throwing the covers off, you were careful not to wake the sleeping pup as you stood up and greeted your husband, worry washing over your face as you saw the crimson liquid rolling down his forehead.
"is that real? here let me help you get that off-" you licked your finger, stepping up on your tippy toes and pressed a finger to jon's head, swiping the blood away with ease before going to lick it.
jon couldn't keep his eyes off you, simply chuckling at himself and your actions, adoring everything about you. "ohh, that's not- how you replicate fake blood so well amazes me." you shook your head at him and he pulled you in for a hug, feeling his arms wrap around you in a warm embrace.
you could stay this way forever, in the comfort of your lovers arms, head buried in the crook of his neck. it felt safe with him and despite living together he was your home.
"i got you a suprise baby." he reached into the bag pulling out an assortment of halloween candy, along with some frosting and gingerbread.
"we're gonna make spooky gingerbread houses?" you asked him in an excited tone, ready to rip open the bag of skittles, one of your many favorite treats besides mox.
"i know how much you love halloween and haven't been feeling your best lately.." he walked up behind you wrapping his arms around your frame, "so i figured this would help cheer my babygirl up." he nuzzled at the crook of your neck before placing a soft kiss on it.
"i love it, jon. you're the greatest husband ever." you smiled up at him starting to rip open each of the bags filled with sweet treats.
"i'll be right back, lovely." he hummed to himself and grabbed bowls for the food setting them on the counter and pouring it in.
the night was full of laughter, wandering hands, but most importantly you got to spend time with the person you loved most.
making a mess of the kitchen, frosting was spread over the counter and your face, basically anywhere but the gingerbread house.
"save some for our spooky masterpiece." jon shook his head with a chuckle watching you lick frosting from your finger.
"mm, how about nope." you turned to face him and spread some on his cheek causing the man to pull you into a heated kiss.
"tastes like mm-orange.. my favorite, unlike someone else." you shushed the man through closed lips as you opened your mouth and slipped your tongue into his, knowing full well he was talking about james. even in moments like these he was thinking about opponents but was there when it mattered most, with you. the spooky treats could wait just a little while longer you thought.
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A Not-So Subtle Start
The Reader is walking around in short shorts like a tease. But Then Wardlow realizes that’s not all you’ve got in mind to drive him wild.
Pairing: Wardlow x Reader
Warnings/Promises: vibrating toy, former voyeurism, SMUT, oral (female receiving), teasing
Word Count: 1780
Note: It’s filth. Happy New Year!
The second you rounded the kitchen counter, you knew you were in trouble. Wardlow’s double take at your sleepwear made everything worth it.
“It’s a good thing today isn’t one of the Elite’s slumber parties,” he snagged your arm, tugging your back into his front, “or I’d carry you outta here like the barbarian you accuse me of being.”
You rolled your eyes. “As If I’d wear these anywhere outside of my apartment.” With a wriggle to get out of his grasp, you muttered, “I don’t even wear them to my parent’s house.”
“That’s probably a good idea.”
The morning continued. Being both of your days off, you had nothing else to do but relax.
That is, if your “treat yourself” gift hadn’t arrived a few days ago. You’d charged it, made sure you could be comfortable wearing it and walking around, and then enacted your plan. Step one was the sleep shorts in question. They barely covered your rear, and were decorated with cute pandas.
Another pass by your love, Wardlow tugged at the hem. “How long have you had these again? And why don’t you wear them more often?”
“Because I know we’d never get out of bed if I did.” You took his coffee mug and took it to the kitchen. “They were a gift from Alex.”
Wardlow grunted, slouching on the couch. “Every time I hear you talk about Alex, I have to remind myself she was your college roommate… and not some guy whose legs I need to break.” His lips parted in a small pant as you returned. “Then I see you in those and- I need to send Alex a gift basket.” He reached for you, trying to pull you into your favorite seat, but you evaded him. He was perturbed for a minute, then relaxed into spending time with you while you started a movie.
But something kept distracting him. A humming. He couldn’t always hear it. Maybe it was part of the movie. Maybe it was the air turning on and off. If you noticed his confusion, you didn’t say anything. Just shifted a little to get comfortable.
As the movie came to a close, he’d had enough. He looked around, trying to locate the sound. While he was distracted, you placed a small remote into his hand. Wardlow’s gaze suddenly turned to face yours as you straddled his waist, just hovering above seating.
“Push the button.”
He frowned at you, looking at the remote.
You nuzzled your noses together, whispering over his lips, “push. The. Button.”
He did, and the vibration of your new not-so-subtle toy pulsed faster than before. You melted into his lap, passing the vibration from your pants to his. Wardlow groaned. His hands gripped your waist to hold you in place as his hips desperately rolled. His mouth, open and panting against your cheek, was the perfect target for your deep kiss.
“You- you had this in you. All mor- morning?”
“Mhmm.” You jolted as he pushed the button again, selecting another vibration. “Been on edge all morning for you.” Warmth was spreading through your body. You pressed against him, getting as close as fabric would allow. He met your kisses and probing hands breath for breath, and grip for grip. Your hips moved on their own, making his pelvis jump and stutter whenever they encountered the vibrations. Any minute now, you would start bouncing.
Wardlow pushed the button again, setting it on a fast, short pulse as he stood and wrapped your legs around his waist. The position pushed the front of the toy harder into your sex. You moaned, your head lolling onto his shoulder. He kept moving through the settings as he took you to your bedroom. Just as he circled back around to the first low setting, he laid you on the bed.
His eyes were bright as he watched your writhing slow while you caught your breath. He pinned you to the bed with his body, gripping your wrists in one of his hands far above your head. With the other, he held up the remote. You whimpered as he strategically moved from one pattern to another. Each time that your breathing would even, every time that you acclimated your body to one pattern, he would move on. When he circled around to the beginning again, you thought that would be it.
But it wasn’t.
Your shorts and underwear were removed, revealing the toy. Wardlow was impressed with how it was built to be discrete, completely sheathed in you while a ridge reached up to also stimulate your clit. He pressed his body close to yours, close enough for his clothed crotch to press against the toy, and to increase the pressure of the toy into your channel. Then, he started the pulse circle again. Feeling everything you did. But you’d already had a round. And you were desperate for any other kind of stimulation.
“Please, baby-“
“Hmm?” He started to rock, like he would if it was him inside you instead of a toy.
“Need- umph. I need you. Please.”
He started shifting through the pulses faster. “But you’ve got me right here, dear.” Smirking, he kissed your open, panting mouth. With a start, you realized how quickly and easily you had lost control of the surprise. “Tell me what you need.”
“Take- take it out. I want- I need you. Please.” You cried out as he landed on a particularly fast and intense pulse. You started to shiver all over.
His head tilted as he watched you. “Why would I do that? Isn’t this what you wanted? The both of us… using this toy together?” He chuckled, lifting your shirt so he could palm your chest. You arched into his hand, held back by the continuous grip on your wrists. “You act as if I didn’t know you’ve had this thing for days before you decided to share.”
The final shock of how much control you lacked hit like a brick.
“But-“
“I saw the box come in. Heard you practicing while I watched the games this weekend. Even watched you once”
The thought of Wardlow watching you through the crack of your bedroom door, while he palmed his swelling cock, sent your body into a new wave of spasms.
He leaned close to nuzzle under your jaw, pressing his crotch into the toy and pressing the toy into you, “how were the orgasms?”
You shook your head. “I- I could- Baby, please. I couldn’t have any.” You managed to breath clarity into your vision enough to see his shock. “It’s not you, darling. I need you. Please. Take it out. Fill me. Like only you can.”
Releasing your hands, Wardlow leaned back. You immediately began kneading your breasts. The toy kept buzzing. Kept working to keep you on edge as he removed his shorts, revealing his weeping cock. Pulsing, the toy kept you dripping as Wardlow took his time removing it, pushing and pulling to really make your hips roll.
When it finally popped loose, you whined with relief. Looking up, the toy was comically small in his hand. Then his eyes met yours. You almost came at the hunger you saw there. Placing the toy to one side, he started stroking his length. You parted your legs wider. Then, to your dismay, he kneeled.
“No, Wardlow, please-“
His tongue gently lapped up the mess leaking out of your hole. With the way that his thumb flicked at your clit, and how deep his fingers started to work, you worried he might drown down there. Your pleas and whines did nothing but make him speed up his ministrations. Your thighs tensed under his grip. Heat and arousal filled you, simmering into a full-body shake that left you as spent as the orgasm that sparked through you.
Pouting, you glared at your love. Wardlow wiped his mouth with a grin. Resting his hands on your stomach, he rested his chin on top to look back at you.
“Satisfied?”
You shook your head, reaching for him. “Need you.”
“But you had me. You had my tongue,” he licked up your slit, making you shiver, “my fingers. And the orgasm you weren’t able to achieve for days. What else could you want?” He moved to loom over you.
Desperately, you reached up to pull him down to your lips. “I need your cock. Please. Fill me-“
“That’s all you had to say, baby.” He pressed his lips to your forehead. Then he lined himself up with your needy sex. Both of you groaned as he filled you slowly. Despite your desperate arching to have him deeper in you sooner, Wardlow moved slow and gentle around your sensitivity. “Take it slow, baby. Let me take care of you. We’ve got the whole day.”
But when he was finally as deep as possible, you clamped your walls around him. He gasped, clawing at the sheets. The slow build that he probably had planned went out the window. Instead, you smiled as he worked up quickly to a punishing pace. Teasing you had already been a trial on his patience. You knew exactly what to do to remind him you weren’t made of glass. Crying out his name, you gave up trying to match his thrusts. He growled as your nails trailed down his back.
His thrusts came harder and faster as he chased release. You shuddered with one. But he kept going, not slowing. You whimpered. Wardlow pulled out, giving you a breather as he shifted your positions. Soon, you were on your knees and he was behind you. He picked up the same pace, nearly driving you down to the mattress except for his arm around your stomach. In front of you was your dresser. The mirror shook with how he was pounding. Or maybe it was you shaking. Either way, he looked and sounded wild, and you looked fucked within an inch of your life.
The arm around your stomach adjusted. From there, Wardlow could then circle shaking fingers around your clit. You hoarsely called out his name, pleasure overtaking you and blinding you. Above, Wardlow stuttered as your walls clamped down and he filled you. He barely had enough forethought to land to one side instead of crushing you underneath. Not that you would have cared. You were too happy to notice anything else but the glow.
A warm washcloth cleaned you up. A cool glass of water was held to your mouth. And you welcomed sinking into the disheveled sheets.
Then Wardlow’s fingers started to circle your nipples.
“What? I warned you we had all day.”
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Masterlist
Other Domestic Smut Fics:
Adam Cole: A Bunch of New Things (F, S)
Baron Corbin: Preparing for the Future (A, S, F, Breeding Kink)
Dolph Ziggler: Quite the Show (S)
Elias: Vigorous Victorious Submissive Samson (S, F)
Kenny Omega: A Cumedy of Errors (Crack!Fic, S, F)
Roman Reigns: Such a Tease (S)
Sheamus: Getting Lucky (S, St. Patrick’s Day)
Xavier Woods: Distraction at It’s Finest (S, F)
#wardlow smut#wardlow x reader#reader insert#aew smut#aew x reader#Happy New Year#wardlow fluff#aew fluff#switch!reader
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Welcome Back- Kenny Omega
Literally started writing this during his match, I fucking sobbed let me tell you, I'm so happy to see him back but of course I'm still concerned since he still seems pretty banged up!!
Kenny Omega x Fem! Pregnant Reader
Word Count: 1,394
Warnings: None that I can think of
You watched with bated breath backstage as Brandon handed Justin Roberts the folded-up paper with the name of Matt and Nick’s trio partner. You teared up when you heard the cheering that preceded your fiancé before he had even made his appearance, and cried when you heard the overwhelmingly positive reception to the return of Kenny.
He hadn’t wanted to wear the compression shirt but you insisted, knowing that he still wasn’t 100 percent. When the bell rung, you could feel your anxiety creeping up again. Every bump that he took made you wince, it reminded you of every painful rehab appointment, hearing him swear, and groan, and cry (especially at first) and it broke your heart. You didn’t want him to lay it all out on the line especially during his first match back, only to get injured severely and get put back on the shelf.
You could feel what could only be described as relief when the bell rung, and they won. You could see the joy on Kenny’s face when their arms were raised in the air in victory. You were shocked at the end of it all when Andrade and Rush unmasked Dragon Lee, you felt sorry for him; he had put on a hell of a match and his own brother betrayed him and the Lucha Libre culture. You were happy to see Kenny and the Bucks go back for Dragon Lee, and laughed when Rush, Andrade, and José ran like hell. You cried again when after the show went off the air, and Kenny thanked all the fans for their support of him and AEW (and giggled when he compared them to kitties that don’t pee in the litter box)
You were talking with Ashley, Andrade’s wife, along with Dana and Ellen when your partners all finally made their way backstage, all of you being among the many who applauded them for their incredible match. You locked eyes with Kenny and tried to run over to him, only to get winded after traveling barely two feet. “Don’t run, I’m not going anywhere.” Kenny teased as you walked (well more like waddled) your way over to him. “You try walking with a watermelon attached to your front.” You pouted, ignoring the butterflies you got at his laugh.
Placing his hands on your almost 8-month bump, Kenny greeted you with a sweaty kiss. Neither of you had told the fans you were pregnant; you and Kenny were notorious for keeping your private life very private. So once he disappeared off BTE you did as well, and all the fans assumed you were helping him take care of his injuries, which wasn’t a lie, your pregnancy had come as a shock to both of you; but you guys had welcomed it. You were both pushing almost 40 and had always talked about having kids, so this seemed like the perfect time with Kenny having that extensive time off.
“Were you able to watch the whole thing?” He asked you as you bumped your nose with his. “I was, I think she got tired of kicking and fell asleep. So, thankfully no bathroom breaks were needed.” You giggled. You were both thrilled when you found out a little girl was in your future. Kenny was thrilled that he would have a future partner in crime, and you knew better than anyone that your little girl had Kenny wrapped around her finger and she wasn’t even here yet. “Dana, Ellen, Ashley and I were coming up with some new merch ideas for you guys.” You brought up which made Kenny laugh. That was something that he loved about you, even when you were supposed to be relaxing you were still working.
As you two walked back over to where everyone else seemed to be congregating, you elaborated on some of the new ideas you had come up with for them. “We might just need to steal Ashley from WWE, she’s got great ideas for not just merch, but matches too.” You said nonchalantly as you leaned into Kenny slightly, who just chuckled at you “You know she’s under contract with them.”
“My contract expires at the end of the year, FYI. So far I haven’t made a deal to sign an extension.” Ashely said with a grin on her face as she leaned her head on Andrade’s shoulder. “We’ll talk about that when it’s closer. But, we need to get back to the hotel, we have an early drive ahead of us.” Kenny said as he shook her hand, an unspoken agreement made. Ashley had been showing up to shows more since she took time off from WWE, she and Andrade had recently come back from their honeymoon so they were enjoying time in wedded bliss before she would head back to being on the road almost six days a week, you didn’t blame her for possibly wanting to sign with AEW, the travel schedule was significantly less, which all of your bodies in one way or another appreciated.
After saying your goodbyes to your friends and colleagues you and Kenny departed early to head back to the hotel. On the way you insisted on stopping into a convenience store, and promptly ignored Kenny’s groan when you returned to the car with two big bags of ice. He honestly should have expected it, because after every rough physical therapy day you would force him into taking an ice bath.
After giggling at the weird looks you got from the remaining few patrons inside the hotel lobby you finally made your way back into your room. Walking into the bathroom you immediately turned the faucet on to fill the tub with cold water.
“Princess, I’m fine.” Kenny insisted as you helped him remove his shoulder brace and compression shirt, along with his tights (he had decided to just keep them on) and boots. You helped him slip on one of his Pokémon shirts and a pair of basketball shorts before grabbing his sweatshirt and sweatpants and leaving it on the bathroom counter. You turned the faucet off and poured the two bags of ice into the tub, and looked expectantly at your boyfriend who chuckled and kissed you as he made his way over to the tub.
You watched as Kenny mentally prepared himself before he entered the tub slowly and let out deep breaths as he sunk into the freezing water. You set a timer for 10 minutes before going back into the main part of the hotel room to the shitty little coffee maker and making him a cup of coffee to warm up.
When the timer went off, you immediately helped your fiancé out of the tub and helped him pull his shirt and shorts off. After he dried himself you tossed him a pair of boxers while you helped him get his head into the sweatshirt you laid out. “God I didn’t realize when you went back, your head would grow three sizes.” You teased and let out a squeal once his head poked through and he teasingly bit your hand. “Admit it, princess. You love me even with my big head.”
“You’re right, even with your big head, I still love you, very very much. Now can we go cuddle please? You pouted and your pout deepened when he laughed and kissed your head. You took his hand and walked back towards the bed, handing him the warm coffee as you both finally got somewhat settled into bed. Kenny took a sip of the coffee you made him and subsequently made a face. “That is, vile.” He said and you giggled, taking the coffee from him and got out of bed to get rid of it, returning a few moments later.
Shutting off the bedside light, you settled quickly into your fiancé’s embrace, minding his sore shoulder. You felt his hand searching, finally settling against your bump, and you sighed when you felt your daughter kick. This always happened, every time you tried to sleep she would decide to try out her superkicks. Kenny chuckled and moved down the bed, his head resting near your bump, and you instinctually moved your fingers to his curls. You managed to fall asleep to Kenny’s soft voice coaxing your daughter to try and sleep, wondering how you ended up so, so lucky.
#kenny omega fluff#kenny omega#kenny omega imagine#kenny omega x reader#aew imagine#aew fluff#aew x reader#one of my favorite blondes
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— 𝙢𝙖𝙨𝙩𝙚𝙧𝙡𝙞𝙨𝙩
⋆ - smut | ° - fluff | ˑ - angst
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[COLD] Person A gets cold during the night, and joins Person B in bed. // Adam squared Cole is soooo clingy
Cold Cuddles
[COLD] Person A gets cold during the night, and joins Person B in bed. // Adam squared Cole is soooo clingy
Paring- Adam² (Adam Page x Adam Cole)
Category- Fluff
Warnings- Explicit language
Word Count- 464
Note: This is the first fic of any kind I've written in so long and I've never written for either Adam before but I wanted to give it a go so please don't be too harsh ;-;
Cole let out a frustrated sigh as he tossed and turned in the second of two beds in the hotel room he shared with his boyfriend. *Normally* Cole and Hangman would've shared a bed, even if one of them accidentally got a hotel room with two beds instead of one. However, tonight was different. They got into a fight? It wasn't significant enough to consider it a fight....more like a disagreement. But nonetheless, Hangman had insisted they sleep in separate beds. He turned over from where he lay alone to look at Hangman, feeling salty that his boyfriend was getting such deep sleep while he lay there restless and cold despite being wrapped up in all the blankets he could gather. It was winter, after all, and there had been a snowstorm on top of that.
Cole sighed softly as he thought for a minute. He wanted so badly to go over and curl up with his space heater of a boyfriend. However, at the same time, he didn't want to further upset him. After a few minutes, he finally gathered a blanket or two and lay next to Hangman. Cole waited a few minutes for his boyfriend to roll back over and face away, not wanting to wake him before getting up out of his bed and lying next to Hangman. He was surprised when Hangman almost immediately turned back over and pulled Cole close to his body.
"I knew you would come over here at some point, Darlin'." Hangman mumbled sleepily. Placing a gentle kiss on the top of Cole's head. Cole tightly wrapped his arms around Hangman and kept him close, burying his face in his boyfriend's chest. Cole looked up at his boyfriend with a confused look and received a tired smile in return.
"I thought you were asleep." Cole said softly, a pout in his tone and on his face as he spoke.
"I was, but I could pretty much feel how cold you were from here but I didn't know if you were asleep." Hangman said with a slight chuckle and gave Cole a shy smile. "I should've gone to lay with you anyway."
"No, it's okay, babe...You said you wanted us to sleep in separate beds since we were arguing..." Cole couldn't help a slight frown across his face which caused his boyfriend to frown slightly as well.
"Well only cause we were still arguing and I didn't want to go to bed with you angry...It's not good to do that, apparently." Hangman looked away, feeling a bit bad that he had made Cole feel like he couldn't come to lay with him.
"It's okay, baby..." They sat like that in each other's arms, Hangman soothingly running his fingers through Cole's long blonde locks as they enjoyed the comforting silence.
#this is my first fic ive written in like fuckin 6 years be gentle please u.u#hangman adam page#adam cole#adam squared#aew#aew fanfiction#fluff#aew fluff#wrestling fanfiction#wrestling fics#aew fics
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