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magnoliacharmed · 1 year

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Worthy of Her

(not my gif!)

18+, Jeff Hardy x Fem!Reader one shot

[Also available on Archive of Our Own!]

Word count: ~3.2k

Tags: flirting, oral sex (female receiving), condomless sex, cheating (reader is cheating on her boyfriend w/ Jeff), slight angst, reader’s boyfriend is an asshole lmao

Summary:

Jeff Hardy finally makes his move on you after seeing how badly your boyfriend treats you.

"No, I'm through with this back and forth shit you keep putting me through! I'd rather you leave instead of cheating on me all the damn time."

Your flip phone felt hot against your ear. Or maybe it was your ear that felt hot against your phone? Your mind buzzed with irrelevant thoughts. Anything popped into your mind to keep you distracted from your boyfriend jabbering away on the other end. He was being mean again and starting to yell. His voice sounded tinny over the little speaker and made you have to pull the phone away from your ear.

"Call me back when you wanna act like an adult!" You slammed your phone shut and clomped away from the dark corner you hid yourself in for the call. Your boyfriend was a referee when he bothered showing up for work. It was incredibly embarrassing to have him no-show. Your ambition bothered him enough to make him put his own job at risk for you to look bad. Tonight he didn't show again and Vince McMahon decided to blame you. He screamed in your face for a few minutes before leaving you with hot tears flooding your eyes.

You hated crying in public.

Deep down within you, you knew it wasn't a sign of weakness to cry in front of others. If anything, it could be strong. Letting your feelings go when they couldn't be held in any longer, damn the consequences or reactions was a very powerful act… for everyone else. For yourself? It made you a crybaby. A weakling. A little kid. Those thoughts playing on a loop in your head certainly didn't help your emotional state.

Unrolling the thin toilet paper from the arena's bathroom stall, you delicately patted your tears away from your face. The last thing you wanted to do at that moment was look at yourself in the mirror, but you knew your heavy eye makeup would be smudged. Luckily you'd already done your job as valet for the night so the fans didn't have to see you with raccoon eyes and a streaky foundation face. It was almost worse to have the other wrestlers see you like this instead. At least with the fans you could pretend.

The deep breath that filled your lungs and poofed out of your body with relief grounded you much more than you expected. No more tears. You had to push your personal life to the side for the time being. You faced the sink's mirror and carefully tried to salvage what was left of your makeup. It was a hatchet job you had to admit but nothing a little eyeliner and powder couldn't fix. The thin heels of your strappy sandals click-clacked on the tile floor, each sound filling you with confidence. Both hands pushed the bathroom door open with more pizzazz than necessary. Fuck it! Fake it 'til you make it.

"Quite an exit, darlin'. Or an entrance, maybe?"

Your hand shot up to your chest as you gasped.

"Jesus, Jeff! You scared the shit out of me."

Jeff Hardy was standing by the door of the bathrooms looking very relaxed. He'd been trying his best to not to hover around you since you'd debuted earlier in the year. It was getting harder and harder to stay away though. The one thing that always drove him crazy about you was the smell of your perfume. It was some kind of fancy, expensive scent that seemed like it was created just for you. It wafted in the air whenever you walked by. With you standing so close to him now, chest heaving and eye makeup a mess, the scent was even stronger.

"Sorry, my bad." He chuckled as you began to calm down. You figured if anyone had to see you in this state at least it was Jeff. The past few months you two had flirted with each other casually. A quick wave here and there or a playfully amorous compliment were shared between you two. It never went any further because of your relationship with your boyfriend. Jeff had met him and didn't have too high of an opinion of the man. He ran around acting like a big shot all the time. He tried to make himself the star of the matches. Sometimes Jeff wondered why he hadn't been fired yet. After hearing the tail end of your heated phone call with him it all made sense. You wouldn't let him get fired. No matter how much of a jerk this guy was, you cared about him and didn't want to be the reason he got let go.

Your glossy lips fixed themselves into a pout for a split second. They settled into a slight frown as the sudden burst of energy you had went pop . You didn't have to be "on" with Jeff. As the weeks passed you came to appreciate that about him. His light eyes searched your face and watched the little changes in your expression. You seemed to want to speak up.

"I must look crazy, huh?" You laughed at yourself in a self-defeating kind of way.

"Even if you did, I wouldn't tell you." Jeff moved closer to you. There was a great comfort in that closeness you two shared. It was nice to revel in it after such an upsetting conversation. "What's goin' on?"

"It's just my boyfriend. He's so stupid sometimes! He's got a great job here. A lot of people would kill to do what he does, you know? And what does he do instead of showing up like he's supposed to? He--" You didn't want to admit the last part aloud. He cheats on me. It made you feel like a failure even though it wasn't your fault. You shook your head, not able to complete the sentence. It hung in the air awkwardly.

"I hope you don't mind me sayin' this… but that man of yours is an asshole." Jeff's strong southern accent was always so endearing to you. You felt a little guilty getting turned on by it as often as you did. It was hard not to though, the sweet and occasionally sexually-charged words surrounded in his voice worming into your brain.

Your laugh twinkled around you and your eyes lit up at Jeff, happy to have been distracted by his presence. Without thinking you leaned into him to kiss his cheek, strands of his purple hair brushing by you. Tingles spread through your entire body at the contact. Jeff got overwhelmed at your gloss smudging against his cheek, the scent of your perfume wrapping around him, and your chest rubbing just the slightest against his. It took a lot of restraint to not pull you away into the nearest empty room and put his face between your thighs. Your boyfriend was now not just a nuisance but also an obstacle.

The kiss, as chaste as it was, turned your mood completely around. You broke away from Jeff and gasped.

"What do I have to do to get you to leave him?"

"Jeff--"

"I'm serious. I'll do anything."

"That's sweet of you. Really, it is. There's nothing you can do though."

"Nothin' at all?" Jeff's fingers began to play with the bottom edge of your shirt, the pads gently touching your skin. He reached under the fabric to caress your lower back. The fabric of his mesh shirt scratched a bit at you. His lips played against your neck, light kisses making your head swirl. His body was so warm, so warm that you thought you'd pass out right there.

You knew you needed to speak up and stop this. It wasn't right! You know how you felt when you caught your boyfriend in bed with other women. The way your heart dropped out of your chest every time made you feel guilty about the way Jeff touched you now. But did your boyfriend ever stop to consider your feelings? Did he ever stand up for you? Everything you did for him and he never even said thank you. A soft moan shook you from your thoughts.

"What the fuck is this?"

Your boyfriend seemed to appear from the ether. He stumbled in with his referee uniform wrinkled and a wild look in his eyes. Jeff pulled away from your neck with an excruciating amount of patience. Just as soon as he had you where he wanted you this guy showed up. You got wet at the look of anger on his face. Nervous too, hoping and praying this wouldn't turn into a brawl.

"What does it look like?"

"Jeff!" You breathed, surprised.

"I've been so sick of you, dude. You've been trying to fuck her for a while now and you finally caught her."

"Don't you have somethin' better to do like skipping out on work and fucking ring rats?"

Oh God, you thought. Alarm bells sounded off in your head. As nice as it was to be defended like this you didn't want to cause trouble.

Your boyfriend's wild gaze moved to you. His sweaty face moved into yours with shifty eyes assessing you deeply. With the way he was breathing you thought he was on the verge of a heart attack.

"Now you're telling all of our business. To him." His rough grip on your arm shocked you.

Just as soon as you began to worry about how close he was, his grip was released from you abruptly. A loud slam against the wall knocked the wind out of the sweaty man. Your eyes widened at the sight of him slumped against the floor. Jeff rammed him into the wall faster than you could blink.

"Don't you ever grab her like that again." Jeff growled into your boyfriend's face. He roughly pushed the man over onto his side.

You were at a loss for words. Your eyelids blinked continuously, tears once again welling up in you. This time though it wasn't from anger or sadness. Jeff's physical display of defense for you made you happier than you imagined. Your boyfriend looked pathetic lying on the floor. It finally began to click that he was a weak excuse of a man. Jeff had been around to support you like your boyfriend should have been doing this whole time. Jeff was more caring than your boyfriend had ever been and the two of you barely knew each other. Jeff's face contorted at the sight of your tears. He knew he shouldn't have handled your boyfriend like that.

"Honey, I'm sorry for that. I hope you're not too upset with me. I can call the doctor around for him." Jeff waved away the man on the floor.

"Upset?" Your bewilderment at yourself was rising. How could you be upset? "Jeff… I'm in awe. You did that for me."

"You deserve it. He doesn't know what a prize he's got." No longer angry, Jeff stared at you with an undeniable amount of lust in his eyes.

"Stay with me tonight." You returned his look. "I need you to stay with me tonight."

Jeff nodded his head. A production assistant broke the moment up by tapping him on the shoulder, not sparing more than a second at the slumped man on the floor.

"You're on in five, Jeff."

He let himself get pulled away from you, turning his head behind him to catch another long look at you.

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The ride up in the hotel elevator was dead silent. The sexual charge between you and Jeff was palpable. The two of you stood side by side with each other, fingers almost touching more than once. Your emotions came and went in waves. Bouncing between guilt, anger, happiness, being horny, embarrassment was getting to be a little much. Jeff on the other hand had one thing on his mind. His eyes roamed along your body as you fidgeted around. The ding of the elevator made you rush forward and leave him behind. You so anxiously wanted to unlock your room door and let him have his way with you.

You frantically unlocked the door. Jeff's erection pressed into your backside impatiently. Your brain whited out at the feeling of it. It had been a long time since a man had displayed such powerful feelings towards you that you had forgotten what it was like. To be wanted so strongly could be scary.

The door clicked open. The both of you almost fell on the floor with the way you rushed in. Frantic hands roamed all over your body. For Jeff, feeling every inch of you was his dream come true. You pushed him off of you with little force.

"Close your eyes."

Jeff didn't hesitate, lids shutting closed in an instant. Him listening to you so easily turned you on even further. There were no big arguments with him. You stripped out of what little clothing you wore. The thin fabric of your shirt hit the floor first and was followed up by your tight shorts and lace bra. You left on your lacy underwear as a surprise for him.

"Open 'em."

Jeff's eyes shot open and stayed wide at the sight of you. You were gorgeous. He knew this already of course, but seeing you in all of your glory in front of him reaffirmed it. He approached you slowly. There was a deliberate attempt at trying to restrain himself. You appreciated that. A part of you wanted to scream at him that it was okay, it was okay if he just ripped your panties off and took you right there. Instead though you took advantage of having a man be so patient with you.

Jeff's arms wrapped around your waist. He pushed you down onto the bed gently to lay his head against your stomach. For a second he rested there to take you all in. The motions of your breathing both calmed him down and made him harder. His face being so close against you again was out of this world. He hadn't even done anything to you yet and you were on the verge of coming.

Your fingers tangled into his brightly dyed hair. The way he styled himself was so cool to you. The first time you ever spoke to him was to compliment his facial hair, some intricately patterned affair that was different whenever you saw him. He played it cool at your words. After you had disappeared from him though, he wore his brother down singing your praises. You'd finally talked to him and the first thing you'd said was a compliment. From that moment on he decided that he'd get you one day.

While you had gotten lost in your mind Jeff had pulled your panties down from you. You were open to him now. Your legs spread apart easily at his touch and your heart pumped a million miles a minute the closer his face moved into you. Those light eyes looked up at you the entire time his tongue began to move around you. Just with the simple movements of his tongue slowly licking up your outer lips you moaned more loudly than you had in years. Man, were you deprived. Humming noises escaped your mouth as he kissed your inner thighs before moving to your clit. Your fingers clenched more tightly than you expected at the roots of his hair as his tongue swirled anxiously around you. Your eyes shot around your head looking for a spot to rest your vision on the ceiling above you. They finally tired themselves out and your lids shut.

A deep pressure began to build below your stomach. It had been a long time since you'd felt it. Being fully engulfed between you, the scent and wetness of you taking over every sense of him made Jeff dig his nails into your hips and push your body further into his face. Your own fingers clenched the covers beneath you. Jeff's hand released itself from your hips and grabbed at one of your hands. The two of you interlocked fingers as he took you through one of the most intense orgasms you'd ever felt. Stars danced at the edge of your vision. Your voice called his name out over and over.

"Oh my God," You couldn't stop repeating yourself. Those three words just couldn't help but to keep falling out of you. Jeff pushed his pants off and threw his shirt on the floor. He was so handsome in the throes of lust. You breathed deeply at the feeling of him pressing his body weight against you. You returned his earlier favor of his lips against your neck by pressing yours against his. There was an all encompassing hunger that took you over now and it made you want to mark him up. You wanted everyone to know that you were with him. He could sense this feeling from you and let you leave a deep hickey on his neck. You nipped a bit at him when he entered you with a slow thrust. As badly as he wanted to push into you with his full length, he paced himself. The two of you had the whole night.

"Oh darlin'," He whispered in your ear. "I've been waitin' for you."

You were filled to the hilt. Something primal was gathering up in you. You wanted to scream at feeling this good. It wasn't fair that this is what you had been missing out on. You kept your eyes shut for fear of overstimulation. The feeling of your walls being massaged so perfectly was incredible. You whimpered with every thrust and the slow pace of him. You knew his eyes were staring a hole through your head but you just couldn't bring yourself to open them.

"Open your eyes for me. Please," His words came out so sweet that you instantly focused on him. It was hard to deny him. There were no regrets at opening them up. He began to move at a quicker pace from seeing you locked on to him. Your eyes shut again for a moment at the sensation. Jeff was bringing you to your peak again.

His own orgasm was approaching him too. The feel of your body against his, the way you responded to him, the inevitably dark hickey you left on him were getting him close. You were finally his and he was finally yours. The noises the two of you made were obscene. Your arms wrapped around his back and pressed him as close to you. Being pressed so deeply into the bed felt like floating on cloud nine.

As soon as it became too much to bear, you snapped. A crashing wave of pleasure overtook you. Your breathing was labored as every muscle in your body tightened and released. The stars from earlier now fully prickled your vision. The only thing you saw above you were Jeff's own eyes among the stars. Jeff's released inside of you as soon as you came, his chest heaving against you. Something inside you was elated that he didn't pull out. He let himself cover your insides fully.

Together you began to breathe in sync. Jeff collapsed on top of you and then rolled over onto his back to stare up at the ceiling. You were heaven on earth for him. Your hand rested on his chest to feel his heartbeat. It was beginning to slow down. His eyelids were droopy.

"I can--" Jeff yawned. "Stay here? Tonight?"

"Yes," you whispered. "Stay with me."

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smartycvnt · 2 months

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Could i get a blurb with Jeff Hardy using prompt 23 "I want to taste her lips cause they taste like you." please and thank you

"Y/n," Jeff sighed heavily. You knew that it was cruel to tell him that, but if you had to hold onto it for a moment longer, it'd kill you. Everybody could already see how badly you had been dealing with the split from Jeff. And it only got worse after Jeff started seeing someone else.

"It's not like you didn't know about my tendencies. You remember that night in Reno, don't you?" You leaned over a bit too much and fell against Jeff. If you had been drinking any less, you would have been mortified. Jeff winced at the smell of your breath. Your sobriety had always been a big thing for you, and he hated the thought of you being so broken that you just threw it away. "It's okay, I know you do. Sometimes, I wonder whatever happened to that girl. We were never the same after that."

"I know, and I'm sorry," Jeff apologized.

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enretrogue · 2 years

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livfastdieyoung69 · 2 years

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Bones, Body, Soul.

A Jeff Hardy story.

Lemmy Austin didn't grow up in the practical, suburban, southern way. Instead, they grew up in their grandparents home, surrounded by the fields and farms of rural Texas, spending days with their grandparents, or pretending to wrestle around the living room as the persona of Randy 'Macho Man' Savage with their father, a man much to young to have a child let alone by himself. That was until their father left home to go wrestle around the states.

A lot of the other wrestlers and backstage crew didn't understand why Steve Austin always talked of his kid, and how much they loved wrestling, and the demolition derby, and were much more trouble than his parents signed up for, somehow never really seeming to realize that there was no woman in the picture, and the few things he was able to know about the kid from so far away were incredibly important to him. As the years passed and Steve Austin turned into 'Stone Cold' Steve Austin, Lemmy’s trouble-making methods seemed to grow. Forced to move to North Carolina to live with their Aunt and Uncle instead, they dove head first into wrestling and eventually joined a local company. Though the company had no professionals or trainers, they had self-taught teenagers with nothing but a want to learn and perseverance, including the Hardy Boyz. From the memories of wrestling with her father in the living room to the day he was in the ring with the man she pretended to be, Lemmy had known that they were born to be a wrestler. It was in their bones, their body, and their soul. It just so happened to be in Jeff Hardy's too.

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invincible-selfxmade-punk · 2 years

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HALF TRUISM

DarbyXJeff

"The banner you're waving is burning and red

It's blocking the sun light that shines overhead"

"Jumping Jesus on a pogo stick you are bleeding like a stuck pig." Ruby's voice paused. "Sorry Steve--- I man...Mr. Borden. ...Sir.."

"Listen Cyndi Lauper, just call me Sring, it's easier." To himself: "At least nobody gets me confused with that guy from the Police anymore."

Too many people were talking. Between the blood loss and the adrenaline, it was all turning into a pleasant buzz humming through Darby's head.

"That's why you stick with your own name," Jeff laughed. "It's so much easier to remember. Especially after a few concussions."

Darby opened his eyes to see Jeff watching him. His breath ran back down his throat as if being chased and Darby struggled to sit up straight and felt around for his water bottle, sending Ruby scrambling our of the way. He took a drink, his head still swimming in the atmosphere of blood, sweat, and antiseptic that permeated the dense air of the poorly ventilated locker room. For as long as he lived, Darby would closely associate this meal with combat. Every hospital he ever went into would awaken Layton adrenaline in him, and set him excitingly on edge.

"Huh, yeah until they try to copyright and take it. " Sting huffed under his breath. "Then what'll you call yourself? Jeff Hardly?!"

The cramped room erupted in laughter. Sting had OG status among the wrestlers: even when he talked to himself, everyone listened.

Darby decided to attempt to stand while everyone else was laughing at sting. This was not his best idea, but before he could hit the floor again hand wrapped around his scrawny bicep and hauled him up.

The crip felt different, and wasn't it strange that you could tell people by their touch? Darby's mind was wandering again. But being a wrestler touch was all you knew, he raised his head only to see the arm attached to Jeff and not Sting.

Darby senses cleared as if being wiped clean. He was now aware of every nerve ending in his body and oddly, for that moment, nothing hurt.

"I think you should room with me tonight." Jeff declared. " if there's anyone who knows how to deal with concussions is me."

Sting snorted.

"I was getting concussions when you were still wearing Underoos, boy."

"HE STIL DOES WEAR UNDEROOS!" Ruby burst out, unable to contain herself.

There was more laughter but then the next match was over and the Jacksons bounded backstage followed by the Lucas. Darby was quickly forgotten about by anyone but Jeff .

Jeff motioned to the door with his head and even though it caused a new round of dizziness, Darby nodded vigorously.

=+=

Minutes later he sat on the passenger side of a rental car with his duffel bag in his lap, gingerly touching his head to make sure he wasn't still bleeding ,and Jeff driving.

Without asking, Jeff pulled in to the first drive-thru fast food place they saw, only glancing Darby's way when they rolled up to the speaker to order. They got food, Jeff paid and they continued on to the hotel as a 90's grunge station played on the radio and Jeff tapped his hands, keeping time on the steering wheel.

It was 9:00 p.m. the city was relatively small and traffic was light.

"Thanks." Darby's voice sounded a bit louder than usual in close quarters of the car and Jeff was jerked from whatever thoughts he was lost in to glance over at him with a slightly puzzled expression.

"For the food?" Darby felt obliged to add.

Jeff chuckled.

"Not a big deal, bro. You need to eat, I need to eat, might as well do it together."

"How many . . Ah... head injuries have you had?" Darby asked, feeling he might be asking too much and yet asking it anyway.

"I am the Tony Hawk of wrestling. " Jeff answered in such a way that it was clear this was the only answer Darby was going to get.

"And that's why you're my hero!!" Cold horror fell on Darby like a wet blanket when he realized he'd said the words aloud.

He glanced warily over in time to see the lights of traffic reflecting on Jeff's wide smile.

"You against the world Diamonds and pearls it doesn't matter anyway. "

"You get the food I'll get the bags." Jeff said as the car rolled a stop outside the hotel. Darby couldn't help but notice that Jeff's bags tonkled and clinked from within as he picked them up.

Jeff kept his head down and hurried through the lobby and Darby did his best to do the same even though the ground was swirling a bit beneath him.

In the room Jeff only turned on one light at the very far end of the large room. It was just enough that they were able to not moment anything but not enough to really see by. Darby could tell by the outlines that there were two beds, a sofa, desk, dresser and small kitchen area. He stared at the beds for just a moment, unsure if this revelation was a relief or a letdown.

"....you okay?"

Again a chill washed over Darby, dismayed to realize he was still staring at the beds without so much as one coherent thought running through his head.

"I'm going to take a shower," he said, nowhere Jeff was sitting out the food along with many bottles and cans of various sizes, apparently from his bag.

"No shower. The last thing I need is you falling over and hitting your head again. Take a bath, don't lock the door keep it open a crack."

The tone brooked no quarrel and Darby found himself quickly doing what he was told without thinking too much about it.

The bathroom lights seemed glaring and harsh in comparison to the dimness outside the bathroom but he had no choice but to keep it on. The hot water however felt like a caressing hand pulling him in and he relaxed for the first time, extending his legs as far as they would go and leaning back to wet his hair.

He washed with some cheap Forest scented liquid soap, careful around the cut near his eyebrow. He was regretting not buying something more expensive and better smelling but it couldn't be helped right then.

He lay in the tub until the water turned cold and then carefully got out, Tell It Off and put on his favorite pair of black shorts which had underwear sewn inside.

Jeff had not waited to eat and Darby could see him amidst the rappers and crowns pouring generous amounts of liquor from the bottles he brought in into the cups of sodas they had bought from the fast food place.

He kept the cups with the plastic lids and straws and handed one to Darby, smiling.

Darby took a drink and immediately made a face before he could try to cover it.

Jeff started laughing.

"What does it taste like?*

"It tastes like if we spilled any, it would eat the varnish off the coffee table." Darby laughed and took another deeper drink before sitting down and beginning to eat. Jeff Loft on the sofa a few feet down, fiddling with his phone. The bathroom light was off, the TV had not been turned on and everything was cool dark and silent in the room. Darby could feel his muscles loosening up and the tourniquet-like headache that had been tightening around his skull since the match finally begin to unknot itself.

"Did...um..YOU wanna take a shower?" Darby finally asked when he stopped chewing long enough to make sense.

"Oh yeah, good call!" Jeff raised his cup, dropped his phone on the coffee table and got up to go to the bathroom.

Darby finished eating, now quite used to the horrible tasting concoction Jeff had made for them. He closed his eyes listening to the sound of the shower in the next room.

"Hey!!" A few flicks of warm water hit Darby's face and he immediately sat back up with a start. Jeff stood before him and nothing but a towel, his hair otter-slick, stuck to his skull and trailing down his back. Darby could hear his heart pounding in his ears and wondered if the fuzzy feeling in his head was from the side of Jeff, the concussion, or what he had been drinking.

"I wanted you to relax, I didn't want you comatose." Jeff dropped down to the couch, sitting so close Darby could feel the water from the skin on his legs soaking into his own shorts.

Jeff had definitely spent the money for the better shower gel. Darby couldn't exactly place the scent but it was exquisite nonetheless.

"How ya feeling, daredevil?" Jeff grinned again. Come to think of it Jeff had been smiling all night.

" I'm good. What's so funny?" Damn it!! He'd meant for there to be far more of a pause. Jeff appeared nonplussed.

" looking at you is like okay myself. Kind of like mini me only you're not mini. I mean yeah you look like a 12 year old compared to most guys but then your heart's 50 times the size of theirs so it makes you pretty equal."

Darby knew he was blushing and couldn't do much about it. He was then glad for the darkness. Kathleen closer and Darby didn't know that was even possible.

"You're going to spend your entire life being asked this question: why?" Jeff took a drink from Darby's cup, apparently having finished his own. "And it will never matter what you say in response because no matter how you answer, no one is going to understand. No one but people like us. Even other wrestlers. They don't get it. My own brother doesn't and he knows me better than anyone else on Earth." Jeff was now so close Darby thought they were breathing the same breath. "But you get it. I know you do.. Our souls are alike."

"I think so too." He managed.

"All right then!" Jeff stood up quickly and the spell was broken. The warmth was gone from Darby's side. The air, cool and empty, belonged to Darby's lungs alone.

Across the room a mattress spring squeaked under Jeff's weight.

" get some sleep dude I'm going to set an alarm so I can wake you up every so often make sure you're still alive, you know?"

There were so many things Darby wanted to say but he thought better of all of them and just decided to play along.

" you weren't worried about my mortality when you were feeding me jet fuel just now."

"Pfft!! Like you're worried about your mortality at all."

By the time Darby got up off the couch and aimed himself at the bed Jeff was already under the covers of his own with the towel on the floor. Darby had missed the disrobing and was a little disappointed over this.

He split between the cool clean sheets of his own bed knowing that night he would be dreaming about Jeff.

The End.

@sybilius

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99hook · 9 months

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Comfort Zone | Part Two

Synopsis: He lost the FTW title and he needs you.

Warnings: angry sex ensues, degradation kink, praise kink, jewelry kink, unprotected sex, semi-public car sex, fluff sprinkled in if you look hard enough

A/N: @wickedval thank you for being so patient while I took forever working on this and I hope I do it justice for you! I can’t even telllll you guys how many times this one was requested since yn and Tyler did get interrupted by Jeff Hardy in the last fic. Lmao anyway here’s tyler taking his aggression out in a filthy raw way. Enjoy 🫶🏼

The bit of optimism he felt as he lead you down the hallway was quickly diminishing as those thoughts of him not only losing his title, but being knocked out cold with it started eating away at him again.

You could see that his improved mood was only short lived and his cold, empty stare was proof of that. He was rubbing his fingers together only to remind himself that his right hand was empty now.

His left hand held yours, involuntarily giving it a squeeze when he flashes back to the last few seconds of that match, just before everything went pitch black.

He remembers leaning down, attempting to get Jack back on his feet and seeing the gold peeking out from underneath his arms but, as soon as he realized it, he was crashing down onto the canvas.

The screams of the audience was briefly drowned out by a high pitched ringing sensation in his ears and he didn’t have enough strength to power through the intense dizziness that had him feeling like he was spinning out of control when he felt Jack lay on his chest and the refs hand hit the mat three consecutive times.

Thinking back on it now, he wishes he would’ve just raised his arm up, fought a little harder and never gave Jack the satisfaction that he’s probably boasting around the arena about, but he wasn’t strong enough to fight back for the first time in his life and he never thought that day would come where he’d have to openly face the fact that he lost everything he worked so hard to gain.

You eyed him as those thoughts attacked him. You could see his shoulders visibly sinking with the weight of the world on top of them and all you wanted to do was bring him out of his own head, but you also knew Tyler all too well and for that reason, you knew nothing you said would serve as any improvement to the way he’s feeling right now.

Actions speak louder, anyway.

He was about to lead you through the catering doors but stopped when he felt you pull against his hand. He looked over at you, readjusting his fingers intertwined with yours and that’s when you finally got to look deeply into his sunken eyes, practically able to visualize all of the pain he was in, all of the chaotic emotions that were running through him that he couldn’t hide well enough.

“Let’s go to the car.” You tell him, noting the flash of confusion that washed over his face.

“You’re ready to leave?” He asked, knowing how many times you’ve lectured him about taking off before the night is over.

You stepped a little closer and gave his hand a gentle squeeze before you leaned up on your tip-toes and placed a featherlight kiss to the corner of his mouth.

“I didn’t say anything about leaving. Let’s go finish what we started.”

He swallowed thickly, his lips parting but no words coming out of his mouth. You said nothing more as you pulled him down the hallway towards the exit doors, your feet and his both fast tracking to the corner of the parking garage where the rental was parked.

You spun around once you reached the driver side door and caught the hesitant look on his face, but his hands reaching to your hips eagerly told you a completely different story. You pulled him by the waistband, bringing him as close as two humans can physically get and leaned back up again, this time to place three soft kisses to the side of his neck, trailing up to his ear.

You breathed a whisper, so filled with a desire to simply please him, to take away all of this anger and demise in one of the most passionate ways you could possibly think of. “Anything you want to do to me, do it. Use me to your best advantage, baby. All that anger? Take it out on me. Everything you’re feeling, make me feel it ten times more.”

You pulled back, looking in his eyes that were suddenly so lustblown. Your soft words repeated in his head twice before he took one hand off of your hip and reached behind you for the handle of the back door.

“Get in.” He demanded, and you did as you were told, sliding onto the back seat and all the way over to the other door, before he grabbed your ankles and pulled you back toward him. Your feet dangled out the door, and he placed himself right between your thighs, taking a moment to contemplate his next move in his head while you watched his eyes roam from your lips to your thighs and back again.

You felt your mouth watering as you impatiently awaited him. He placed both hands on the hood of the car, his chest starting to heave as he let the arousal build up within him. You watched him slide his tongue over his lips and inhale a sharp breath before his darkened eyes roamed down to your shorts.

“Why are you still wearing clothes? I want you naked in the next ten seconds or im ripping them off of you myself.”

You were a little stunned by those demands but had no time for any of that, evidently. You hurriedly slid your shorts down to your ankles and tossed them on the floor of the car, about to slide your shirt off but he caught the way you were hesitantly eyeing the perimeter behind him, making sure nobody was around.

He stepped to the side to block your view and cupped one finger under your chin, raising your eyes to match his sharply.

“If anyone’s stupid enough to come back here, I’ll handle them. Do what I said and stop trying to buy yourself time. You’re ticking on my clock, baby, and Ill keep us out here all night long if I want to.”

You could only slightly nod as you grabbed the end of your shirt and slid it up over your head, exposing your matching bra and panties in that burgundy red, lacy fabric that always drives him absolutely wild, but tonight, he didn’t care enough about seeing you in anything at all.

“Nah baby, those too.” He points to your panties, then to your bra. “I said naked, did I not?”

You reached around and unclasped your bra, your breasts spilling out when you slid the straps down your arms and dropped the lacy piece to the floorboard. Then you brought your knees up and slid your panties down to your ankles, and Tyler stood there, his eyes following every single move you made with an unnerving, blank expression on his face the entire time.

You kept your thighs clenched together as you sat on the leather seat, nothing but a necklace wrapped around your neck and he tilted his head to the side slightly, sliding that tongue back over his lips like you were a five course meal and he’d been starving for days.

You felt his fingertips linger over the crease of your inner thighs pushed together and slide his hand down between the space, effectively earning your legs to spread wide by the simplest touch.

“That’s better, baby.” He rasped as he trails those fingertips ever so slowly up your inner thigh, stopping just before he reached your glistening cunt, just to trail them back down the other thigh. You watched his motions until he demanded your attention on him solely.

“Look at me.” His voice was sharper than it had been before, non suggestively spewing a demand that made your eyes instantly snap to his. “You sure you’re ready for this? Cause I’m gonna do more than just make you come and be done with you. I’ve had a bad, bad night baby, and it’s gonna take a lot to make me feel better.”

You swallowed, he heard the gulp. You nodded easily, knowing you asked for this and knowing what’s more, you probably didn’t even realize what you asked for initially. Tyler had eyes darker than sin and a million and one ideas in his mind. He was going to give you exactly what you asked of him but he knew you didn’t know the half of what that meant for you.

His eyes lingered down to the center between your thighs. The beautiful glisten dancing off of your skin that he knew had everything to do with him. He wanted more than anything to bury his face right between your thighs and soak up all of those sweet juices on his tongue but something he wanted even more than that, was to watch you squirm all over that seat, begging, pleading and whimpering for him.

He placed both hands back on the hood of the car and looked into your eyes again, purposely smoothing his tongue over his lips just to watch you watch him with so much desire evident in your yearning eyes.

“You look so pretty sitting on that seat, all spread open for me baby. Wish you could sit on my face but, unfortunately I don’t think I can make that happen in this Escalade, and from the looks of it, I think you’re a little too impatient to wait until we get back to the hotel.” He had a bit of amusement playing through his eyes for the simple way that you started breathing unevenly.

“I could drop to my knees right here. Take my time eating that pretty little pussy until your come is dripping off my lips.” You inhaled sharply, just the simple thought caused tingles to skate down your entire body. You felt his finger tips find their place right back on your inner thigh, painfully slowly trailing the pads of those digits across your skin, leaving chillbumps in their place.

“How would you feel about that, angel?”

By this point you couldn’t figure out how to breathe properly. He was having all kinds of sensations rush through your body and you could only react in such a disheveled manner when his fingertips grazed their way to the crease of your thigh, collecting a small bit of the sweetness smeared over your skin.

You tilted your head to the side letting it lazily fall against your shoulder as you gripped the side of the back seat. He let his lips tip up in a smirk for the first time since you got him out here and felt your heart begin to race when you recognized that taunting look.

“Slide a little closer.” He said before he wrapped his hands under your thighs and pulled you to the edge. Your ass was barely sitting on the end of the seat, knees locking on each side of his hips to keep you steady. You felt the fabric of his shorts brushing against your pulsating heat, dying for a little more friction of any kind and he knew that.

His hardened bulge was pressed to your core, and he was keeping himself as still as stone just to watch your desperation get the best of you when you lifted your hips in search of anything that could take away the tormenting need for pleasure he wasn’t allowing you to get from him immediately.

You let out a needy whimper, something more along the lines of an aching moan for more and he felt you rubbing yourself against his bulge. He was internally dying to unrestrain it from the tight fitting boxers beneath his shorts but he was keeping a cool hand on the outside. It was just too satisfying to watch you internally crumble over the lightest touches.

“You just wanna be fucked so bad, don’t you baby?” His voice was dripping with tormenting condescension, something that made you whimper back in a broken, frail voice.

“But that’s no fun for me if I just give you what you want. You said you wanted me to take everything out on your gorgeous body, so that’s what I plan to do, baby. You asked for this, and remember that.”

He slowly lowered himself down to his knees, his dark eyes trained on you as he brought your legs over his shoulders. You watched him, but your eyes kept involuntarily adverting to the packed garage around you, silently praying that nobody would come out and see what was happening right now.

“What did I tell you?” Tyler’s harsh tone snapped your eyes back to him. “Focus on me, don’t worry about nobody else right now. I’ll deal with them if I got to.”

He inches closer to your needy center, his lips just barely brushing over your sensitive skin, and leaving you feeling nothing but unquenchable deprivation. You instinctively arch your hips but he just inches a little more away, a smirk gracing his plump lips as he listens to your needy moans of pure desperation.

“I gotta admit, baby. I love seeing you like this.” He raspily whispers, his hot breath lingering over your aching cunt. “Moaning and whimpering and I’ve barely even touched you.”

His devilishly dark eyes stayed trained on your face. Your lips parting and short breaths fanning through them. He could see just how easy it was to send you on a downward spiral and the better half of him really wanted to test just how deep that spiral could go to.

He brings one finger up, tracing it up one of your folds, reveling in the way your breath hitched and your hips jerked. A full begging manner if he’s ever seen one. He collected a bit of your sweetness on the tip of his digit and brought it up to his lips, sliding his tongue over the clear liquid seeping down his skin as he kept his eyes intently on you.

You felt the salivation coating your tongue, threatening to drip out of the corner of your mouth as you watched him toy with you, initiating a mind game as he made sure you kept your eyes solely focused on him.

You let out an exaggerated sigh that morphed into more of a groan of frustration and he quirked his brow when he heard it, clearly more than just a little amused at your antics.

“What’s wrong, baby? You sound a little frustrated.” He taunted, slowly tracing the pad of his pointer finger up your slit, but shying away the moment he nears your pulsating clit. “You don’t like being teased?”

You felt him smearing your juices across your skin. The contrast of the slick motions in comparison to his calloused finger was doing nothing but making you internally scream for him to do something, anything more.

You tried to glare at him but you weren’t strong enough to hold that piercing stare. He had you in shambles already and he was taking way too much pride in it. You felt the tip of his finger just barely graze over your clit and that alone made your whole body shudder.

“Is that where you wanna be touched, baby? Want my tongue on your clit instead of my fingers? Just wanna get straight to the point, huh? Well, maybe I can do that another time. Right now I’m just enjoying taking my time with this pretty pussy.”

You threw your head back and another drawn out groan ripped through your throat, and he smirked when he heard it. You felt his finger glide down to your entrance and circle around it slowly.

“You’re dripping on the seats, baby. I feel bad for the next people who rent this car.” He lowly chuckles as he pushes just the tip of his finger in your tight hole and holds it there, feeling your walls desperately try to suck him in as they clench around him.

“I can feel how bad you want it.” He groans out, “Just the tip of one of my fingers already has your pussy throbbing.”

You clenched your teeth, doing your best not to let your frustration get the better of you but him being so close, his lips hovering over your aching core only made you want to grab his hair and pull him right where you needed him but, you knew that wouldn’t go over well for you in the end. You just tried to stay semi-decently composed but Tyler was making it an excruciating challenge.

You felt his middle finger slide in just a little more, up to the second knuckle and slowly curl back and to, feeling you out as he examined the way you reacted. All you could do was grip the seat harder, your nails probably cutting into the leather but it wasn’t something you concerned yourself with. He blew a steady breath over your clit, but only left you nearly trembling for more than just that.

“Always so tight” he praises as he continues to slowly curl his finger. “I can barely move my finger, your clenching down around it so hard. Bet you wish it was my cock, don’t you baby?”

You easily nodded, whimpering out, “Yes, I really do, baby. I need you to fuck me, please.”

You felt his finger slide just a little further in, but the ring around it kept him from pushing it all the way. You felt the cool metal against your hot skin, serving up a shiver to roll through your body as he watched with lustful eyes.

“Guess this is all I can give you right now, baby. Damn ring you always want me wearing is in the way. Or else, maybe I’d be hitting your g-spot right now. Guess we’ll never know.”

“Take the fucking ring off.” You groaned out, jerking your hips in a needy attempt to get him deeper, but he brought his other hand up and clamped it around your waist, keeping you from being able to get what you want that easily.

“I’m not doing that.” He sharply states as he curls that finger even slower. You could feel it just centimeters away from your sweet spot and you knew he wasn’t attempting to reach it on purpose. “You’re just gonna have to sit here and take what I give you until I say you’ve had enough.”

Your head fell to the headrest, eyes rolling before you screwed them shut. You felt his finger sliding out, just to slip back in deeper but just not deep enough for you.

“You’re gonna regret this” you warn him, but that’s exactly what he wanted to hear.

“Am I?” His coy, cocky smirk spread across his lips. “How so, baby? Tell me.”

You effectively glared down at him and the arrogant, prideful look on his face. “When it’s my turn, I’m gonna make sure you’re begging me to let you come.”

“That’s cute baby, but you’re not having a turn tonight.” He leaned back some, inserting another finger. You felt your clenched walls being forced to spread as he stretched them out, and still, when he felt that soft spot deeper in, he didn’t even try to thrust his digits against it.

“No, see, I have some plans for you, and they don’t involve you coming until I say so. Remember, I told you I’ve had a bad night. Gonna take a lot of this-“ your gasp got caught in your throat when you felt his fingers roughly curl, “to make me feel better.”

Your lips folded in beneath your teeth as you felt his long, slender fingers finally giving you optimized pleasure. The sounds of your dripping nectar sloshing around his digits brought another easy smirk to Tyler’s face.

“Sounds like I hit your sweet spot, baby.” He grips your hip tighter when he notices you starting to squirm around. “Don’t fight me. You were practically begging for this five minutes ago.”

Your eyelids fluttered and your head fell back. The roof of the Escalade was a blur through your glossed over eyes as he kept thrusting those fingers right where you’d been dying for, and within seconds, you felt his plump lips lock around your clit, sucking pulsations in a pattern of three at a time before his tongue swirled over it.

“Oh God, fucking finally” you exasperated, forcing yourself to pick your head back up, only to catch his intense gaze from where he kneeled between your thighs. The thrusts of his two fingers sped up when your eyes locked with him, specifically so he could get a good look at you coming undone.

You thoughtlessly wrapped your fingers up in his wild hair, effectively making those wind blown locks even more disheveled. He felt his cock throb when your nails raked his scalp, but he did his best to avoid the ache he had for the time being. In his mind, this was a fun game. A challenge for the both of you that he was more than willing to accept and initiate.

“Mm” he hums against you, causing a vibrational sensation against your clit. “Taste like fucking heaven, baby. I know you feel like it too.” He emphasized that praise with two harder pumps against your g-spot, making your thighs jerk. You were so riled up, thanks to him purposely teasing up to this point that you were incredibly overly sensitive and he knew it just by the way your body helplessly reacted.

He felt your walls clenching tighter the second your stomach coiled, and because he knew your body like the back of his own hand, he already knew exactly when to retreat, just to keep on this little game he was playing with you.

He waited until you were seconds away from the earth shattering orgasm before he immediately snatched his fingers out and pulled off your clit with a soft pop. Your fingers were still tangled up in his hair and he felt your nails digging down, your frustrations at an all time high as you let out a deep groan that morphed into a whimper of despair.

You glared down at him, but his eyes were so focused on the single bead of sweat slipping down between your breasts that he didn’t even notice. Your chest was heaving deeply, louder breaths coming out completely unrestrained as your entire body shuddered. All he had to do was blow air over your throbbing clit and you’d be coming all over that seat but, again, he knew your body so well, he already took that all into consideration before he made the choice to leave you trembling, begging for more.

“You almost came.” He says as he leans back and pulls your hand out of his hair, placing it on your thigh. “Didn’t I tell you not until I say so? I’m pretty sure those were my exact words.”

You opened your mouth to speak, but he pushed his fingers past your lips before you could get a single word out. Your tongue slid around his digits, tasting your own juices.

“Don’t even try arguing with me.” He demands, hooking his fingers against the bottom of your lower row of teeth. “You’re lucky I’m not bending you over my knee right now.”

He felt your tongue sliding over his fingers and his cock couldn’t fight against the tight fabric of his boxers hard enough when it twitched beneath them. It was causing a constant pain now, getting even more tender by the passing second so, he decided it was time to let you tend to that issue.

He pulled his fingers out and slid them over your bottom lip, purposely smearing your sweet juices there so that he could get another taste of them when he decides to kiss you again. You watched as he rose to his feet and kept his eyes on you as he slid his shorts down slightly, his cock springing free.

“Lay down on your stomach.” He demanded, and you quickly obliged. You felt the cold leather against your skin but it served no use in cooling your blazed body. You came eye level with his erect member and looked up at him through hooded lashes as you awaited any instruction he might want to give.

All that he did was grab the hood of the car and angle his hips, making the tip tap against your bottom lip. You opened your mouth, keeping your low eyes on him as you invited him in, and he effortlessly accepted the invitation.

You were just about to wrap your hand around his shaft to keep it still but, “Hands behind your back.” Stopped you from doing that. He grabbed both wrists with one of his hands and clamped them against your back before he pushed his cock deeper in, until he felt the tip get blocked by the fleshy walls of your throat.

You did your best not to gag but that was pointless when he purposely thrusted those hips and aimed for a certain part of your throat. He watched your lips wrap around him, cupping tightly as your head bobbed back and to. You held your wanting eyes on him until you felt tears prick the corners of them.

Your hair fell forward, hovering against half of your face until he let go of the grip around your wrists to hold it back for you. He kept his grip pretty tight, your roots getting tugged each time you slid your lips down his shaft but, you liked it at the same time.

Even though Tyler was doing a pretty good job at keeping his composure on the outside, internally that man was losing it. He was watching you take every inch down your throat, feeling your tongue smooth against the underside of his cock, keeping your hands behind your back like he told you to.

He didn’t want there to possibly be an ending to all of this, which was why he was adamant that he wasn’t going to come until you were way too fucked out to pick your head up anymore. He wanted to really test the limits tonight and your willingness was more than a treat to him.

It was almost as if your submissiveness was healing the physical pains he was previously in. The throbbing of his head from where he took the blow from the belt no longer ached, his body wasn’t sore, his bones didn’t feel like they threatened to crumble anymore. All that he felt in that moment was a hunger. A deep, deep desire that overpowered all else.

He was angry, and he knew he would be angry for a long time but you letting him use your body as a way of releasing that rage was something he would most likely become addicted to. He just wanted to make you suffer, but in the most pleasurable way possible. Maybe it was a form of misery loves company but, this constant push and pull, bringing you to the edge before he snatches it all away, it was fueling him. Sparking a new release for all the pent up emotions he felt.

“Look at you” he huffs out a breathy whisper. Your eyes fluttered up to catch a glimpse of him. Lips parted and full, you just wanted to leave them kiss bitten.

He thrusted his hips again when your eyes locked with his just to hear and feel you gag around him, eliciting a gravelly groan when your throat closed in around him.

“I like you like this” he says as he adjusts the grip in your hair, holding your head still so he can take over. He snapped his hips in, forcing his thick cock to knock the back of your throat over and over and over until he watched the tears escape your eyes and slide down your cheeks.

Your saliva was seeping past your lips each time he pulled back, keeping them moist and slick for him to slide right back in. He loved the view he had right now. He absolutely adored the way the tears slipping down your cheeks traced black mascara trails against your skin. Your lips were so puffy, deeper red than usual. Cheeks tinted with a dusty pink hue.

“Prettiest little slut I’ve ever seen” he groans out as he pushes his hips back and to. “Laying there just letting me wreck your throat with my dick, cause that’s what pretty sluts love to do, isn’t it baby?”

You barely nodded, keeping your eyes on him, watching the way his brows knitted together when his clock twitched twice against your tongue. “Keep tryna drain every drop from me. You just want some come in your mouth, huh? Your mouth, your pussy, you just want it anywhere you can get it.”

It took all of his mustered strength to snap his hips back in the nick of time, just before he was about to release everything he had straight down the alley of your throat. You had a look of surprise that he caught sight of, and he had to try his absolute best not to show that he was struggling just as much as you were, cause all he really wanted was to let his body reach that teeth clenching high he was chasing but, still, he loved challenging himself and evidently, you as well.

“You didn’t come” you say with a bit of a strained voice. Your throat felt abused, bruised and swelled up but it was a weird kind of pain that you would ask for again and again.

“Cause I’m not done with you yet.” He says as he runs a clammy hand through his hair. “Sit up.” He demanded, patting the edge of the seat. You found yourself practically scrambling to your previous place, knees locking in at each side of his hips.

He ran his rough palms up from your knees to the crease of your thigh and back again before he leaned in and placed a featherlight kiss to your swollen lips. One that only made you chase after him for more, but he didn’t allow it.

“The safe word is what?” He asks, spreading your thighs apart. You felt his tip graze over your aching hole and almost forgot he ever even asked you a question. He cupped your cheeks with his thumb and two fingers and repeated himself, ensuring you were staring him straight in the eyes.

“YN, the safe word is what?”

“Red.” You blurt out, snapping back to the moment when he forced your attention on him. “It’s red.”

“Good girl.” He praised before grabbing his shaft with one hand and tapping his tip against your clit twice. “And if you don’t use it when you need to?” His eyes peer back at you, making sure you know all the ins and outs.

“Then we’re not doing this again.” You recited the rules made a long, long time ago when you and Tyler first started exploring things like bondage and choking. You weren’t sure why exactly this needed a safe word, but Tyler wouldn’t be Tyler if he didn’t make sure you were always comfortable with him, despite how he might be feeling, what he might be thinking, didn’t matter.

He slid his tip back down to your entrance and searched your eyes one last time, ensuring you were still as wanting as your were when this whole thing first started. You needily nodded before you leaned in and placed your lips against his, but he only let you kiss them lightly before he pulled his head back and deprived you once more.

“Can’t have you distracting me, baby.” He heavily whispered as he slid his tip past your entrance, already filling you out so much better than his two fingers did. “All those kisses you keep tryna give me, I know what you’re doing, and it’s not happening. Not until I’ve throughly fucked the shit out of you.”

You arched your hips in hopes of pulling him in deeper but he was smooth and steady, his motives already pre planned in his mind. He looked down and watched himself enter you, half of his cock disappearing and the other half dying to follow.

“More please” you whimpered.

“So needy.” He lowly chuckled, his hair falling over his forehead, hiding the view of the smirk you could practically hear on his face as he kept his eyes on his cock and the way your sweetness glistened off of it.

“You need to learn patience.” He adds as he takes a little bit back out of you. “How about every time you try to be greedy with my cock, I take a little more away. Think that will help you learn?”

“Think that’ll piss me off.” You copped back, but all he did was raise his eyes and hold that taunting smirk on his face.

“Who’s problem is that? Mine?” He teases, slowly sliding his cock just a little deeper. “You can’t come without me. Well, you can, but all that would do is make you desperate to be fucked all over again. So you should really listen to me when I tell you it’s in your best interest if you give this patience thing a try.”

You groaned out of undeniable frustration as you gripped the side of the seat, your fingertips nearly going numb. “Tyler quit fucking teasing me and just fuck me already!” You choked out, bucking your hips in a failed attempt to push him in deeper, only to feel him sliding out a little more.

“Doesn’t sound like patience to me.”

“I’ve never been patient in my fucking life and I’m not starting now.” Your heels locked around his back as you effectively forced him all the way in, feeling his thickness stretch you out with a slight sting on contact. Tyler’s jaw locked, teeth clenching when he felt your walls squeezing him in place and when your eyes fluttered open, all you saw was pitch dark eyes staring right back at you.

“Alright baby, you know what?” He pushed in even deeper, causing you to feel him in your lower stomach, knocking into that one spot that nearly blinded you on impact. “You asked for it.”

He reared his hips back and slammed them forward with a force strong enough to make your entire body jolt back, but as quick as you tried to retreat, he wrapped his hands beneath your thighs and slid you to the very edge of the seat, only keeping you held up by his own body leveraging with yours. You had to hold onto something and used the headrest as he repeatedly fucked into you, his thrusts strong, steady and completely ruthless.

You dug your nails into the leather and knew that when you and Tyler return that rental you’d be paying extra for all the claw marks, but he would probably smirk as he hands them the additional fees.

He kept your thighs hiked up on each side of his hips as he leaned in a little bit, letting his lips just barely brush over yours. Your mouth fell open when he hit that sweet spot again, and you chased after his kiss but he only pulled back the second you felt your lips meet.

“Still so damn greedy” he rasps between powerful thrusts. “Knew you just wanted to be fucked like a little slut. That’s all you ever want. My cock stretching out your little pussy until you’re coming all over me. You can admit it baby, we both know you’re a little cock slut when it comes down to it.”

Compared to his steady tone, you were incomprehensible. There were broken whimpers and shattered moans being forced out of you every which way and you couldn’t control it. With every strong thrust, his cock diving so deep into you that it was making you internally spiral, just like he wanted.

But suddenly, his hips stilled when the sound of a car door slamming caught his attention. He glanced over his shoulder in search of anyone who might be close before he turned back to you, dropping one thigh on the edge of the seat and using that hand to cover your mouth.

“As much as I love to hear you moan, I’m pretty sure people are gonna start leaving soon, so slide back.”

You hated the loss on contact when he pulled completely out of you and quickly slid back on the seat. He got in after you and shut the door, silently thankful for the tinted windows.

You kept your legs spread wide, and his eyes averted down to your slick cunt shimmering in the dim lighting. He slid his tongue over his lips and leaned down, surprising you when he lapped his tongue in quick strides over your pulsating clit.

“Oh fuck” you breathed out, leaning your head back against the window as you endured the riveting sensations bolting through your frazzled body. “Tyler, that feels so fucking good” you praised him, tangling your fingers up in his hair as he fluently rotated and flicked the tip of his tongue right where you needed it.

“But I really wanna come on you, baby, I-“

“Oh you will.” He muttered against you, “on my face first, my dick after.”

You felt your thighs trembling, unable to help the way your muscles shuddered as he roughly, but rhythmically toyed with your clit. You then felt his middle and ring finger slide between your walls, hooking against your g-spot so effortlessly. Your mouth fell open but your breath hitched, unable to allow any sounds to slip past your lips until he forced them out of you.

His plump lips suctioned around your clit, sucking a pulsation similar to your frantic heart racing in your chest as his fingers curled against your sweet spot again and again, until he felt your walls closing in to tight he had to strengthen those fingers to get them to move like you needed.

“You’re about to come, I feel it.” He hummed against you, the vibrations off his lips only intensifying the sensations. But that’s when you felt those fingers start to slow down, the motions of his tongue reverting back to teasing circulations before he pulled his lips off of you completely and raised his head. “Beg me.”

His fingers were too slow, the way he just barely brushed your g-spot when he was formerly pounding into it with those digits had your head spinning, that familiar desperation taking all the control you possibly had and succumbing it all to him like he wanted.

“Please” you whimpered out, thrusting your hips in an attempt to feel more. “Tyler please, please let me come! I’ll do any fucking thing, just please let me come on your fingers, your face, your cock, anything!”

He could hear the pure agony you were in and felt a bit proud of himself for it. A gentle smirk, submerged in arrogance graced his lips before he lowered his head and locked those lips right back around your clit. You released a heavy breath as your head fell back and nothing but the sounds of your strained, high moans and juices sloshing around by the thrusts of his fingers was filling the space in that car.

“Oh my- fuck! Yes baby, just like that! Please don’t fucking stop I’m- God I’m so fucking close Tyler!”

He picked up the pace when he felt his cock twitch, reminding him of the ache between his own thighs that he was starting to feel desperate to release himself.

A sudden warmth coated his fingers as your hips jolted upwards, and he used his forearm to keep them pinned down as he swirled his tongue even faster, thrusted those fingers even harder, until every last muscle in your body was contracting and your cries of relinquished pleasure were echoing about his brain.

He peered up to watch it all happen. The way your chest was heavily heaving and eyes screwed tightly shut was nothing short of a beautiful sight to behold. The slick sweat he worked out of you was glistening off your breasts and that just reminded him that he needed to give them attention too.

You felt his arm leave your waist and his hand cup your breast harshly, probably with the intentions to leave his fingerprints on them. You placed your hand over his and squeezed it, only making his fingertips dig into your skin but serving as another riveting sensation all on its own.

He watched you come down from between your thighs, riding it out for you as much as possibly as he slowly traced the tip of his tongue over your clit until your body stopped trembling. You dropped your head and forced your eyes open, lips parted and puffy when he lifted back up and he wasted no time, knowing just how overly sensitive you already were.

He pulled you down from where you leaned against the door and you found yourself beneath him, and there was no warning before his cock dove right back in between your walls still contracting from that first orgasm. He felt the pulsations and let out a low, “fuck” beneath his breath, mentally preparing himself for that challenge.

You gripped his shoulders, nails leaving half moon indents in their place against his slick skin as he pushed himself all the way in, once again, knocking into that sweet spot all the way at the very back, earning a high pitched whine to slip past your lips.

“Wait, wait it’s- I’m so sensitive- I-“

“Red?” He stills his hips, but you shook your head adamantly. “Then stop whining and take this dick like the little cock slut you are.”

Your mouth fell open but only strained moans flew out when he snapped his hips back and to, shooting a pleasurable pain through your entire body with each deep thrust. You had to hold on tightly to his shoulders or else you were sure you’d be smushed up against the door with the way he was slamming into you.

You were still so tender from the teasing and that first orgasm that the sensations were heightened to the extreme, unable to control the reactions he caused your body to oblige to. All you could do was take it like he told you to.

The cross pendant dangling around his neck was bouncing against your chin, until he dipped his head and caught the chain between his lips and held it there.

You could hardly keep your eyes from fluttering as his thrusts got stronger, hips jolting into you each time he snapped back. The Escalade was probably rocking on the outside but your mixed heavy breaths had casted a foggy haze over all of the windows.

He kept his dark eyes trained on you as he leaned down on his elbows and slowly brought his lips back to yours, again, just barely brushing over them as his hot breaths came out in huffs, fanning over your face.

“Kiss me” you moaned out, your lips and his only mere centimeters apart. He slid his bottom lip over yours, but they didn’t connect as deeply as you needed them to. He felt your nails clawing his shoulders, earning a searing sting that only made him fuck into you even harder.

“Greedy.” He smirked, before he dropped the chain and finally locked that kiss. Your hands immediately roamed upwards, fingers tangling up in his hair to deepen that embrace. His tongue surpassed your tender lips and claimed the space within your mouth. You felt his cock twitch against your sweet spot, effectively pulling a moan from your chest that found itself in his.

His short, heavy breaths lingered over your tongue as your walls clamped down. He knew all you needed was the closeness you’d always craved. You needed the passionate affection and the tender loving caresses. He needed something to take all of his aggressions out on and he quickly came to accept the fact that you were going to be just that for him, and you’d happily oblige every time.

You couldn’t keep yourself quiet, even with his lips over yours. You broke the kiss to inhale a gasp of steamy air, your head tilted back as he wrapped his arms under your back and steadying fucked into you. His lips came down to your neck, leaving a few open mouthed kisses in place before he sucked a deep, vibrant patched right below your ear proudly.

You started thrusting your hips up to match, feeling his cock drive even deeper. He had claimed all of you within seconds of his cock diving as deep as it could possibly go and he was feeling pretty prideful about that.

You had a million tingling nerves shooting through your body, unable to get a grip on a single one the more he crashed into you. Your fingernails scraped over his scalp, tugging at his roots when he lifted your hips slightly, allowing him to hit at a different angle that had you immediately seeing flashes of white behind your eyelids.

“That’s where you want it, right there.” He coaxed, his hot breaths lingering over the sensitive area of your neck. The splotchy discoloration being smoothed over with his tongue before he leaned back up.

Your lips parted as that cross danced over them, and he watched as you slid your tongue over the gold plated crucifix.

“Fuck, why are you so fucking hot?” He gaped, “shit should be fucking illegal, baby.”

You felt your cheeks burning at that praise, your hips bucking upwards to match his deep thrusts as your lips fell apart, and a high pitched whine was immediately muffled by his mouth.

His teeth knocked into yours, a kiss so sloppy yet so full of passion it nearly snatched the air from your caving lungs. His saliva seeped over your lips when it dripped from his tongue, and you welcomed the flavor of him easily when it made a home on your tastebuds.

“Want you to come all over my cock baby” he muttered against your agape lips.

“I- I don’t know if I can” you whimpered out, your body so hypersensitive but, he just thrusted even harder, buried his cock even deeper.

“You can and you will” he groaned, reached down and grabbing your hips harshly, before he pulled back and leaned up on his knees.

Your ankles found themselves on his shoulders before he leaned back down to hover over you, folding you nearly in half while he fucked into you. You attempted to squirm back but there was nowhere to go and all you could do was lay there and take the overwhelming pleasure he was giving you as best as you could.

“Want you dripping down your thighs when I’m done with you. That means you come on this dick like a good girl or you won’t be coming at all for the next week.”

You felt your body reignite with a blaze that you thought had surely died out after that first orgasm. The tingling sensation in your cheeks that cascaded down to your cunt and electrified with each deep thrust of his cock pounding into you.

He noticed it the second you felt it. The way your face just seemed to change right before his eyes as if you’d caught that second wind and you were feverishly chasing after that orgasm.

“That’s right baby” he praises with another deep push in. “Knew you had one more in you.”

You gripped the back of his thighs to keep him as deep as he could go and thankfully, he didn’t object when he started swirling his hips in a clockwise motion, his cock rolling around between your walls, providing a whole new kind of pleasure that you knew you’d be craving again later.

He let a low grunt out, unable to take his eyes off of you and the beautiful reactions you had playing on your face. Your brows knitted closely as you concentrated on that impending high, escalating heavily by the passing second. He felt his cock twitch again and knew as much as he wanted to be strong, he wasn’t right now. Not when your walls had this vice grip around his cock and he had to watch you come completely undone beneath him.

He swirled his hips some more, studdering once when he knocked the back of your cervix. “Fuck baby, you’re so fucking tight right now. I can barely fucking move.” His raspy voice coaxed you up, earning another broken moan to pass through your lips. “That pussy just keeps pulling me right back in, it’s so fucking good. Goddamn it’s so good.”

You fluttered your eyes open to look at him, the disheveled locks complement his strong, fixed jaw and puffy pink lips that you finally got to leave kiss bitten. You were fucked the second he locked his dark eyes with yours and you knew it.

He slid his tongue over those lips before he leaned back down and dropped his head to your shoulder. The ends of his hair ticked your cheek as he thrusted into you, swirling his hips, pulling halfway out and repeating. He knew he found a new sequence when your nails raked down his back and he felt your walls pulsating once again.

His eyes rolled back when you somehow squeezed him even tighter, but he kept a cool hand as usual as his thrusts remained just as strong and steady as before.

“You’re gonna come on my cock, and the whole ride back to the hotel, you’re gonna feel me dripping out of you onto the seats. When we get to our room, you’re gonna bend your little ass over the balcony railing let me fuck you til the sun comes up. Understand me, baby?”

You couldn’t respond but he already knew that. Your moans and whimpers easily morphed into near shouts and sharp gasps as he fucked back into you. You were so close to your release that your entire body was set ablaze beneath him and he was ready for it. He wanted more than anything to feel your come coating his cock while you drain every last drop from him.

“That’s it baby,” he rasps against the crook of your neck. “Come for me again, knew you had it in you. You’re such a good little slut for me”

Your lips parted but only strained gasps flew out when your entire body shuddered again, back arching high off the seats as he slowly swirled his hips, keeping that same motion to ride you through that high as he was finally able to release into his own himself.

“Fuck” he breathed out as you felt his pearly liquids fill you to the brim. You endured it all with pure breathlessness, your body temporarily stilling, every muscle undeniably stiffening before you collapsed back in that seat and came back to life by the feeling of his lips landing on yours.

He gave you one more thrust for good measure. A slow, steady push in deep as his lips gently smoothed over yours.

He pulled back to find you as fucked out as he’d ever seen you; and another one of those taunting smirks played on his lips. Your rosy red cheeks shadowed over your skin and eyes so low and hazy. Meanwhile he had eyes wide and hair wild, sweat trailing down his temple but still looked like the epitome of perfection.

“Feel better?” You barely asked, your voice so broken and frail, but in all the best ways.

“Might take a little more of that,” he smirks before he places a soft kiss to your plump, swollen lips. “But I’m getting there.”

You let a low chuckle slip past your lips and he leaned up, grabbing your hands to pull you upright. You reached over and drew a heart on the foggy glass and he watched the condensation drip from the small drawing.

“That’s a dead giveaway of what just went down in here. You know that, right?” He teased, but you shrugged your shoulders and you reached down for your discarded clothing. He grabbed your panties out of your hand but let you keep the rest of the garments.

“You don’t need these.” He smirked, “I want you dripping down your thighs, remember?”

He leaned in and lingered his lips over yours, once again barely brushing over them before he whispered against you, “round three when we get back to the hotel, and this time, I’m not going easy on you”

#hook aew #aew hook #hook imagine #hook x reader #tyler senerchia #hook #hook nation rise #send hook

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jeysmullet · 9 months

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may i request a part two for the Hook dating Jeff Hardy’s daughter fic, if you feel like writing a second part? it was amazing!!

Atleast they know.

Hook X Female Hardy!Reader

Warnings:fluff, dads being hilarious.

Y/n Hardy.

I swiped the key card against the pad before pushing the handle down and opening the door.

"You staying here tonight?"

I questioned my boyfriend while walking towards the bed.

"Yeah. Darius said he was taking his girlfriend back to our room, so i really don't have a choice."

I heard him laugh.

I shook my head laughing before crouching down to my suitcase and grabbing some shorts and a shirt.

I walked over to the bathroom and cut on the light.

"Y/n."

I heard Tyler say from the bed.

"Hmm?"

I hummed in response to let him know i was listening.

"Do you think we should tell our dads or let them figure it out?"

"I will find it personally hilarious if they find out on their own."

"Yeah, you're right."

I heard him say before seeing him strip down to his boxers in the corner of my eye.

When i was finishing changing and finished washing my face, i left the bathroom turning off the light before walking over to the bed.

I pulled the covers back before getting into bed, and pulling the covers up.

"You nervous for tomorrow?"

I asked Tyler as he laid his head on my chest.

Tomorrow is when Tyler defends the FTW Championship against Jack Perry.

Ever since he found out he's been so nervous about it. He feels like if he loses, he'll let everyone down. Which we all know isn't true.

"Yeah, I mean what if i lose? Will my dad be disappointed? I feel like i'll disappoint everyone even you."

He spoke softly wrapping his arms around my waist, pushing his head deeper onto my chest.

"Ty, you could never disappoint me. You could never disappoint your dad, if you could hear all of the stuff he brags about with you. He's gonna be proud of you no matter what. I'll be proud of you no matter what. I promise you."

I spoke running my hand through his hair, moving it out of his face when it falls in it.

"I love you Y/n."

I heard the boy speak before hearing soft snores.

"I love you too, Ty Ty."

I whispered before leaning over to cut the light off, before letting sleep takeover.

TIME SKIP

Y/n Hardy.

Location: Arena.

I was sat in catering talking to Skye Blue and Renee.

"I'm excited for tonight's matches, they all seem good."

Skye spoke sipping out of a bottle of water.

"Yeah, i'm ready for the FTW Match."

Renee agreed with the girl.

I saw Skye turn and look at me out of the corner of my eye, so i looked up from my phone towards her.

"Speaking of FTW, why was Jeff and Taz so happy yesterday? Did you finally tell them you're dating a certain champion?"

Skye wiggles her eyebrows at me with a smile on her face.

"No, not yet. They know we did go on a date yesterday tho."

I shrugged placing my phone on the table.

"They knew?"

Renee asked shocked.

"Yep, Taz thinks he finally got me to agree to a date with Tyler."

Skye and Renee shook their heads laughing at what they were just told.

The three of us continued talking until i got a text message.

"Can you come to my locker room rq?"

The notification read.

"Hold on y'all, i'll be right back."

I told the girls getting up.

I heard them say okay before i started walking towards the locker rooms.

I was walking until i got to the door that read, "Hook".

I knocked on the door before opening it.

"what's wrong?"

I ask him as soon as i saw his face.

"I'm nervous, i'm scared."

"Baby, i told you it's gonna be okay. Win or lose tonight, we're all gonna be here to support and love you. I promise. Come here."

i said holding my arms out, making him walk into them.

We just hold each other until we heard a knock on the door.

"Hook, you're on in 5."

We heard a producer through the door.

I turned back to him and smiled.

"You got it."

i told him before standing on my tippy toes a bit and kissed him on the cheek.

He smiled before heading over to the door.

"I love you."

i heard him say.

"I love you too, good luck."

I smiled before i saw him disappear behind the door.

Time to go watch my man.

TIME SKIP

Y/n Hardy.

Location: Arena.

I watched the monitor as Jack grabbed the FTW title and hit Tyler across the head.

I gasped watching Tyler fall to the mat before Jack scooted towards him putting his body over his.

"HERES YOUR WINNER AND NEW FTW CHAMPION, JACK PERRY."

I watched as Tyler was laid out on the mat.

Jack finally walked backstage with Tyler following a minute or 2 after.

As soon as Tyler saw me, he walked over to me walking into my arms.

I held him until we heard voices coming from behind him.

He turned around backing away from me seeing our dads standing there.

“Well damn.”

My dad said.

The 4 of us bursted out laughing.

“Wait so all that trouble just for y’all to be together already?”

Taz asked shaking his head smiling.

“Surprise!”

I said laughing.

The 4 of us spent the rest of the night going out to dinner and catching our dads up on our relationship.

While at dinner, Tyler decided he was finally ready for our relationship to be public. So he made sure i was okay with it, and he posted us on instagram.

The picture blew up, people were congratulating us, some fan girls were kinda iffy but most of it was support.

While we were nearing the end dinner, i got a text notification from Skye.

“Girl, check Taz’s twitter.”

The text read.

i furrowed my eyebrows and swiped on my phone until i got to the blue app.

I opened the app and all i saw was retweets of the picture and people talking about it.

I went to the trending and saw the two of us were trending.

I smiled shaking my head before putting my phone down and laying my head on Tyler’s shoulder.

I love my life.

🏷️: @kcloveswrestling @hooks-martin

#aew #aew imagine #aew hook #hook aew x reader #hook aew imagine #aew hook imagine

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bastardstevie · 5 months

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Steddie Fic Idea

Modern!Eddie texting a friend, not realizing they got a new phone number recently and accidentally texting some guy named Steve Harrington instead. Except he doesn't believe Steve when he says Eddie has the wrong number, but rather that it is Absolutely his friend trying to pull a fast one on him.

Eddie: hey Jeff dont forget we've got rehearsal at 6 tonight

Steve: hey this is Steve, I think you have the wrong number

Eddie: hardy har har Jeff, Gareth told me about that prank you pulled on him the other day pretending to be a model. You can't fool me

Steve: *sends a picture of himself with the caption "????"*

Eddie: Jeff you can't just Google images of sexy men and expect me to believe it isn't you.

Steve: IM JUST SOME GUY

Steve: also thank you I think?

Eddie: *receives a text from an unsaved number that says "Hey Eddie, this is Jeff, i got a new number. Anyway dont forget about practice tonight" And Eddie is mortified as he realizes he really is texting a hot stranger named Steve*

#steddie #eddie munson #steve harrington #stranger things #stranger things fic #modern au #steddie modern au

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haddonfieldwhore · 7 months

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safe and sound - jeff hardy

2000s!jeff hardy x fem! reader (requested)

word count: 1.9k

warnings: none i think, fluff, ended up mostly gender neutral except for a few pet names

november 8th 2001:

you were standing ringside as your two best friends, lita and jeff, took on lance storm and ivory in a mixed tag team match. originally, matt was supposed to be out here with lita, but he ended up in an intercontinental championship match instead, leaving her without a tag partner, until jeff stepped up. lita and jeff were both amazing to watch, but it stressed you out just how easily they threw themselves off the top ropes and around the ring. you hadn’t been wrestling as long as they had, and you were still in awe everytime you got to see them in action up close.

jeff jumped over the top rope, taking out lance as lita slammed ivory down in the centre of the ring. the redhead climbed up to the top rope and hit a perfect litasault, pinning ivory to win the match for her and jeff.

jeff, who was still outside the ring next to you hugged you and spun you around, before lita pulled him into the ring for the official to raise their arms as the winners. the three of you heading up the ramp and backstage. the three of you hugged to celebrate the victory, and you and lita went to your shared dressing room so you could get changed.

“you were incredible! you and jeff make a really good team, ya know,” you smiled, as she grabbed an outfit from her suitcase and began getting changed.

“thanks. you guys would make a better team though,” she replied.

“i doubt it. i’m nowhere near as good as you.”

“that’s not true. but even if it was, you and jeff have this… insane chemistry that i don’t have with him. you understand eachother in a way i’ve never seen before,” she said as she finished getting dressed. you and the hardy’s had been friends for years, and while you also considered lita to be your best friend, you and jeff did have a special bond; a closer connection than you’d ever had with anyone.

“maybe. but you guys work great together regardless. i don’t think i could do some of those moves you did tonight.” you knew that you weren’t on the same level as lita, and you were okay with that.

“yeah, but you and jeff are really on the same wavelength. maybe one day it’ll be you two against me and matt. that would be fun,” she laughed, grabbing her bag and getting ready to leave the venue.

“that would be amazing,” you agreed.

“that is, if matt actually showed up,” lita added, still a little upset that he had not been the one in the tag match with her tonight.

“are you guys okay?” you asked, concerned.

“yeah, we’re great. it was a title opportunity for him; i can’t really blame him for taking it.” you nodded in agreement.

you picked up your own bag, following lita out of the dressing room, and heading back to the hotel.

•••

you and lita were watching tv in your hotel room, when she received a call from matt.

“right now? oh- okay,” she laughed. “i’ll meet you downstairs in a minute i just have to get dressed,” she spoke into her cell phone. “yeah i’ll ask them. okay see you soon.” she hung up the phone and stood up off the bed, and you looked at her expectantly.

“matt and i are going out for drinks or to the club…i don’t know he didn’t specify. you’re coming too, and jeff,” she explained, sliding her shoes on and checking her appearance in the mirror.

“lita, you know i hate the club -“

“i said i don’t know if we’re going there, matt just said out. it’ll be fun, pleaseee,” she begged, pouting and tugging at your arm to get you up off the bed.

“okay fine, but only if jeff’s going. i’m not third wheeling with you and matt again,” you laughed, recalling the last time you went out with just the two of them, and you had felt like a buzzkill the whole time.

“fine, go get him. matt left their extra key card here for me, the room numbers on it.” she sighed, grabbing her purse and putting her shoes on. “meet us downstairs in a few minutes.” you nodded, quickly fixing your appearance as you hadn’t been planning on going anywhere, before leaving the room to go find jeff.

you got to his room after a few turns down the hallway, and knocked on the door.

“who is it?” you heard jeff’s voice from in the room.

“hey, it’s me. lita gave me the key card; can i come in?” you called.

“yeah, o’course,” he replied, and you swiped the key, letting yourself in. “what’s up?” he asked, sitting up in his bed as you walked into the room.

“matt and lita want us to go out - i told her i would only go if you do.”

“where are they goin?” he asked, looking uninterested in the idea of going anywhere. he was wearing a black tank top that was tight to his torso, and some black track shorts that you could see as the blanket had gathered around his waist when he sat up.

“i don’t know, lita wasn’t sure. i guess matt didn’t say,” you answered. “they’re waiting in the lobby.”

jeff groaned as he flopped backwards to lay down again, his eyes closed. you laughed, sitting on the edge of the bed next to him and gently shaking his shoulders.

“c’mon, j.”

“do you really wanna go? baby, you hate goin’ out.” you didn’t think much of the pet name, people from the south said it all the time.

“not really, but- hey!” you yelped in surprise as jeff grabbed your wrist, gently pulling you down to lay next to him.

“good, let’s just stay here then,” he said, rightly wrapping his arms your waist, clinging to you like a koala.

“at least let me call lita and tell her we’re not going before she sends out a search party, you laughed. jeff let go of you enough for you to sit up, and you dialled litas cell number.

“hey, i think jeff and i are gonna stay in tonight. i’m sorry lita, next time. yes i know that’s what i say everytime but i promise. i know i say that too. okay, be safe, i’ll see you later.”

you hung up your cell, placing it on the nightstand before you kicked off your shoes and cuddled into bed with jeff. you had been friends for so long, it wasn’t wierd at all, often sharing a bed or falling asleep on the couch together after too many horror movies.

“your match tonight was great, by the way,” you complimented, and jeff smiled.

“thank you, i try to put on a good show. maybe one day we’ll have a tag match together,” he hummed as you laid back down, curling into his chest as he pulled you close again.

“that’s what lita was saying. she thinks we have some magical bond that would make us unstoppable,” you mumbled, your voice muffled because of how you were laying.

“i think she’s right,” jeff replied. “one day i’ll get you in the ring with me and we can prove matt’s theory. he thinks we can read each others minds and that’s why we think the same thing all the time.” you laughed at him, and jeff smiled wide at the sound.

“we’ll see. you scare me sometimes with how much you throw yourself around. and i don’t know about wrestling guys yet,“ you admitted.

“c’mon, you’re better than some of them already,” he said, ignoring your concern for his well being.

“i don’t know,” you mumbled. jeff pushed you back gently so you could look at eachother.

“well i do know. you’re amazing. and i would never let anything bad happen to you,” he promised. “inside the ring or outside of it.”

“i know. i feel safe with you,” you admitted, and jeff smiled.

“darlin, that’s the best thing i’ve ever heard.” you relaxed into him again, nuzzling into the crook of his neck.

“i don’t want anything to happen to you, either,” you said. you knew jeff was amazing at what he did, but that didn’t make it any less scary when he threw himself off of twenty foot ladders.

“you don’t have to worry about me, i ain’t going anywhere,” he said, kissing the top of your head.

“promise?” you asked, and jeff’s arms tightened around you.

“i promise, babygirl.”

“i love you, jeff,” you sighed happily.

“you mean it?” he asked, and you kissed his cheek.

“of course.” jeff rolled over so you were both laying on your sides, face to face. “you don’t know that already?”

“i just like hearin you say it,” he smiled, and you laughed. “ya know you do this little nose scrunch when you laugh sometimes, it’s really cute.”

“shut up, i do not.”

“you just did it!” he laughed, and you hid your face in his chest. “it’s cute, don’t be embarrassed.”

“too late.”

“you don’t have to be embarrassed around me, hell we’ve seen eachother at our worst and we’re still friends.” jeff was right; you had been through a lot together, and at this point you didn’t think there was anything that could come between you.

“i know,” you sighed. “i don’t think anything will ever change that.”

“good. and i love you too.” you hummed in response, and there was a comfortable silence for a minute.

“we would make a good tag team though,” you admitted, and jeff laughed, and you could feel the vibration in his chest.

“damn right,” he agreed.

“lita said we should have a match against her and matt.”

“oh hell yeah, that’d be so awesome. any excuse to wrestle my brother, and you and lita against eachother would kick ass.”

“you mean she would kick my ass,” you laughed.

“you don’t give yourself enough credit. yeah she’s great but you are too.”

“thanks jeff, i appreciate that.”

“o’course,” he kissed the top of your nose, and you giggled. “you did it again -“

“shut up!” you laughed, punching his chest playfully.

“yeah? you gonna make me?” he asked, and started tickling your ribs, causing you to laugh harder. you wrestled around until you managed to get on top of him, straddling his hips.

“stop - or i start tickling you next.”

“alright alright, truce.” he held his hands up in surrender, and you caught your breath, realizing the position you were in. jeff sat up, holding you in his lap.

“jeff-“

“you said nothing could change our friendship right?” he asked softly, his eyes looking into yours.

“yeah, why-“ jeff leaned forward and kissed you softly, his lips barely touching yours before he pulled back. he waited for you to react, nervous that he had ruined everything, until you kissed him back, hands tangling in his messy blue and purple hair. jeff’s hands rested on your hips as he returned the kiss, smiling against your lips, before you separated.

“okay, maybe something could change the friendship slightly; but in a good way,” you smiled, and jeff bumped his forehead against yours softly, before laying back against the pillow, pulling you with him.

“i love you,” he said for the second time that night, perhaps meaning it a little differently now.

“i love you too,” you replied.

“say that again,” he breathed, squeezing you tighter.

“i love you.” jeff smiled as you kissed the underside of his jaw softly, and he turned off the lamp on the bedside table as you tangled your legs together under the blankets. jeff’s hand slid beneath the hem of your shirt slightly, drawing little shapes gently on the skin of your back as you both drifted off to sleep.

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lunarwritesthings · 3 months

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Alright, I need help picking a wrestler for the fic I'm writing. I know how I can get it to work for each of them, so it's time for a poll.

Here's the general idea for the fic ↴

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ahoeforfandomsblog · 10 months

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i just need more jeff hardy fics dude, i swear i’ve read them all😭

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officialchristiancagebbgirlblog · 19 days

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

15: “I’m so scared…of you”

34: “shh it’s okay, I’m here now”

69: having your first time in bed with each other

Tag: @judgementdaysunshine

Word count: 2058

Warnings: mild swearing

Fic type: fluff and smut

Link to masterlist

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“I’m so scared…of you-“

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

“Let me finish, please.” You begged.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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