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Neighbors - Jeff Hardy (18+)
Pairing: Young!Jeff Hardy x Female!Reader
Summary: You gets a new neighbor who is bit of an asshole.
Warnings: None really, fluff, mention of death, foul language, Jeff lowkey being a dick.
Word Count: 2,675
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Living alone and being young had its perks; You could leave whenever you pleased, arrive home no matter what hour of the day it was, your money went towards your bills, food, and things for your cat, Snuffles.
No parents nagging in your ear about curfew or other problems you didn’t care about. You weren’t a trouble maker: Straight A’s, great attendance, a goody two shoes, but you were tired of living under your parents rules and high expectations.
Once you graduate you went full time at your job and searched for a cheap but nice apartment. Luckily, the one bedroom and one bathroom apartment was in your price range. While meeting up with the landlord to look at the apartment, you took it in a heartbeat.
While living in the small apartment, you decided to get some company. You went to the local animal shelter and asked about adopting a pet. Krystal, the one in charge of the shelter, talked about a stray they’ve had for some time now. “We don’t know how he’ll react to being an indoor cat but we’re going to be forced to euthanize him if he isn’t adopted soon.” She said as the two of you walked into the cat room. Your eyes were immediately drawn to some beautiful orange fur. Attached to the fur were some big green eyes that looked like emerald jewels. Your heart became so warm that it felt like it was going to burst out of your chest. “His name is Snuffles.”
After quickly filling out an adoption application, the shelter contacted you the very next day to bring Snuffles home. Ending the phone call, you quickly grabbed your keys and headed out the door to bring Snuffles home.
You tried to maintain yourself, not wanting to scare the little guy. You placed his cage in the middle of the living room, opened it and walked away, letting him explore on his own.
That was nearly a year ago. Snuffles got used to his new environment quicker than you expected. He realized he had a home instead of being cooped up in a small cage and only getting fed once a day. Snuffles quickly became attached to you and he loved to play with you and his toys.
The neighbors in the apartment complex were nice as well. You visited a single mother that lived below you often. She gave you a plate full of cookies and left overs. Her 5 year old son was cute too, he loved Snuffles. Snuffles paid no mind to the toddler grabbing his tail or tugging at his fur. The old cat understood the child’s intentions.
There was an elderly couple, The Johnson’s, across the hall from you. They were talking about leaving for a retirement home, which made you upset, but glad that they’d be in a home supervised and they wouldn’t get hurt in their apartment.
Walking up the first flight of stairs, you frowned as EMT’s rushed past you, heading down stairs. Quickly jogging up to your floor, you saw a police officer by Mr. and Mrs. Johnson’s apartment. “What’s going on?” You asked, approaching the officer.
“Do you know these people?” His voice was gruff with a stone cold look on his face.
“Well, they’re my neighbors. I’ve known them for almost two years now. What happened?” You asked again, getting worried. Your eyes darted to his name tag. D. Knicks. “Please, Officer Knicks.”
Officer Knicks sighed, taking his cap off and running his fingers through his thin dark hair. “Mr. Johnson,” He started, “he suffered a heart attack.” He placed the blue and black hat upon his head again. “I’m sorry, he didn’t make it.“
"And Mrs. Johnson, what of her?” You tried to get a look at the Johnson’s apartment, only to see an EMT zipping up a black body bag. Your face instantly becomes white at the sight.
“She’s with her daughter. Mrs. Johnson is going to live with her for a while."
You nodded your head in sorrow. "At least she’s okay.” You maneuvered your way past the tall officer, unlocking your apartment, you walked in and were greeted by Snuffles. “Oh Snuffles, Mr. Johnson passed away.” You bent down and patted his head.
“Meow.” He rubbed his body against your leg as if he was trying to say ‘Don’t worry, everything will be okay.‘
“You’re right Snuffles, Mrs. Johnson is with her daughter, she’ll be alright.” You tried to reassure yourself.
Fixing up dinner later that night, You heard a knock at the door. “Coming.” You walked towards the front door, looking through the peephole to see your friend from downstairs, Lexi and her son, Dawson.
Unlocking both locks, you swung the door open. “Y/N!” Lexi wrapped her arms around you. "I heard what happened to Mr. and Mrs. Johnson.” She released the hug and walked in, Dawson was already in the apartment looking for Snuffles. You sat down on the sofa and Lexi joined you.
“They were just about to go to a retirement home together.” You explained to her in a sad voice. You don’t want to think too much about it, dying alone must be terrible. It encourages you to go out and start dating, to search for your soul mate. But only being in your early twenties, you brush off the whole dating idea and remind yourself that you’re still young.
“Sad. Did you hear about their apartment?"
"No?” You arched my eyebrow.
“Well, Mrs. Johnson has to get her things out before the end of the week because someone is going to be moving in.”
Your eyes widen. “How morbid!” You nearly shouted, the poor woman lost her husband and now the landlord isn’t giving her any time to move out. “Her husband just passed away.” You frowned.
“At least she has her daughter. I’m sure they’ll figure something out.” Lexi patted your knee in comfort.
“Yeah, I guess so. No matter who moves in across from me, they’ll never be as nice as The Johnson’s."
"Y/N, calm down. I’m sure whoever moves next door will be nice.” Lexi explained. She stood up from her place and picked up Dawson who whined slightly. “Well, it’s getting late. Somebody has school in the morning and if they don’t get enough sleep, they will be cranky.” Lexi groaned out. “Don’t have kids.” She whispered with a teasing wink.
You scrunch your nose. “No thanks, I’ll stick with my cat."
"You’ll have kids, Y/N. You just wait.” Lexi headed towards the door, exiting herself out.
“No, thank you.” You mumbled to yourself.
The week went on and by the end of it you were exhausted. You ran to the grocery store to buy cat food, food for yourself, and other things that you ran out of. You were almost late for your shifts down at the cafe which made some coworkers upset. Some of your bills were almost overdue but, luckily, you paid them off right at the last second.
Christmas was coming up and you had no idea what to get your friend Lexi or your family members. The Holidays were drawing near.
Stomping up the steps with your arms full of shopping bags, you tried your best trying to see where you were walking. You heard a door slam shut, you grew worried that someone was in your apartment. “Ooph!” You stumbled backwards, it was like you just walked right into a brick wall.
“Watch where you’re going.” A male voice snarled.
You made a sour face. “Well, I would if I could.” You snapped back at the man. “But obviously my hands are a bit full."
"Ever heard of a second trip?” He retorted back.
You turned your body to the side to see who you were dealing with. A young male that was nearly the same age as you or a bit older stood in your way. He wore a fishnet shirt that exposed his muscles and nipples, his hair was dyed different colors and shoulder length. His pants were black and ripped with a couple of chains hanging off of them. You scoffed. “Nice, did the circus come to town?” You snorted.
“No, I’m a professional wrestler.” He gloated, puffing his chest out as if you were supposed to worship him. “Jeff Hardy is the name.” He smirked, as if I should know who he was.
“Right, whatever Jeffy.” You pushed past him and to your apartment.
“Don’t tell me you’re my neighbor, goody two shoes.” Jeff groaned.
Your blood boiled, this guy was your new neighbor?! You’d rather take back the Johnson’s. “You got a problem with it, then move.” You snapped, fishing your keys out of your pockets.
Jeff smirked, watching you struggle and trying to juggle the grocery bags in your hands trying to get your keys. He could offer to help but he liked to see you suffer already.
“You could help instead of staring at me.” You stopped trying to fetch your keys.
“Yeah, I could.” You heard Jeff chuckle. “Have a good one neighbor.” Jeff started to walk down the steps.
Your arms grew weak, the bags fell to the floor. Foods and gifts poured out of the ripped brown baggies. Groaning you glared down the steps to see that Jeff was already off of this floor and to the next. Ripping your house keys out of your pants you opened up the door to your small apartment.
You hated your new neighbor, Jeff Hardy. He was obnoxious, loud and apparently, he had lots of friends because he threw parties almost every damn night. You called the cops but since you were the only one who complained. They told you to take it up to your landlord. You grit your teeth and do what they suggested. Taking it to your landlord, he just shrugged his shoulders and explained that Jeff was a paying tenant.
You couldn’t catch a break. You were losing sleep, getting headaches on the regular. You confronted Jeff about the loud noises, he promised to keep it down but he was just louder the next night, you didn’t think that was possible.
“Dude, you look terrible.” Lexi said, smirking as she sipped her soda.
“Don’t remind me.” You grumbled, drinking your beverage.
Dawson chased Snuffles around the apartment, the cat meowed while the toddler giggled away. “Can you seriously not hear anything from underneath him?” You asked, eyes droopy. You thought you were gonna fall asleep in the middle of a sentence.
“Not a thing.” She chuckled into her cup. “You should take a vacation, get out of town for a while.”
“I guess that sounds fun.” You murmured. Your attention went to Snuffles running underneath the coffee table. “But who would take care of Snuffles?” You looked over at Lexi, wondering if she’d do it.
“Nuh- Huh, I have a child to take care of. That’s already a handful. I have a friend, a guy friend.” She wiggled her eyebrows. “Maybe I can hook you two up when you get back. His name is Randy."
You bit your lip, looking down at the hard wooden floor. You heard stories about Randy, you were scared he’d hurt Snuffles or throw a party in your apartment. Sighing out you scratched the back of your head. "I don’t know.” You sounded reluctant to have this man come to your apartment.
“I say yes, you’re going out of town for the weekend.” Lexi already had her phone pulled out, texting away to Randy.
It looked like you didn’t have a choice. “I do have the weekend off..” You trailed off into thought. What’s the worst that could happen?
The weekend felt more like a week. You visited your parents a few towns over and all you did was text Randy. Not in a flirtatious way but questions about Snuffles. How was he? Was he eating? Can you send pictures? You knew you were annoying the man but you didn’t care nor did you have any interest in dating him.
Walking up the stairs to your apartment, you faced your door. About to place the key into the socket, you stopped and listened. It was quiet. That was new. You turned your head behind you, looking at your neighbors, Jeff Hardy’s door. There wasn’t a peep coming from behind the wood. Raising your eyebrows, you grew curious but that left your mind as quick as it came.
Twisting the key you pushed open the front door. “Hey Randy.” You greeted the man who was sprawled out on your leather sofa. You placed your bags in your room and looked around your apartment, there was no sign of Snuffles. You looked at his cat bowls, both the water and food were empty.
His litter box was scooped clean and toys not even touched. Rushing back into the living room Randy still was in the same position. “Where the hell is Snuffles?”
“Who?” He asked groggily.
“My Cat!” You shouted, the man flinched, getting up and stretching.
“About that, he escaped."
Your heart sank. "Escaped?” You whispered, almost in tears.
“Yeah, bolted right out of the apartment the day you left.” Randy stalked towards you.
“That’s why you never messaged me back.” You looked up at the olive skinned man with the green eyes.
“So, should I get my reward now or later?” He licked his lips, eyes shined with want.
You didn’t believe what he said. You raised your hand, slapping his face as hard as you could. Randy stumbled back, shocked. “What the fuck!?” He shouted.
You approached Randy, grabbing him by the shirt and shoving him towards the door. “Get out!” You screamed. You kicked your foot at him, hitting his ass.
“I’m leaving!” He hollered, Randy fell onto all fours when you kicked his ass “Crazy bitch!” Randy stumbled to get onto his feet and rushed to the stairs.
Slamming your door shut, you covered your face, crying. Tears started streaming down your cheeks. You blame yourself for not getting Snuffles microchipped just in case something like this would happen.
Three loud knocks came from the door. “I swear Randy, if that’s you."
"It’s not, it’s me.” A voice with southern drawl said through the door.
The door seemed like miles away, grabbing the handle you swung it open, the hinges creaked. “What do you-”
“This belong to you?” Jeff teased, holding out a big orange tabby cat.
“Meow.” Snuffles purred.
“Snuffles!” I exclaimed, grabbing him out of Jeff’s arms. “What- How did you?” You looked at Jeff with sparkling eyes.
“Well, that boyfriend of yours threw him out. I guess Snuffles here kept bothering him, then scratched him and Randy kicked him out of your apartment. Snuffles kept meowing, wanting back in but that douche wasn’t going to let him in so I scooped him up and let him stay here for the weekend.” Jeff smiled.
“What about food or cat litter?"
"I got a small bag of food and a litter box with some litter.” Jeff petted Snuffles head.
“Wh- Why?” You asked, “Why would you do it?"
Jeff looked down, his eyes shining in the light. "Well, to be honest I know I was a big dick when we first met.” He sighed. “I just wanted to make it up to you."
"By saving my cat.” You smiled.
“What, you want me to bake you a fruitcake?"
"Tis’ the season.” You teased.
Jeff rolled his eyes letting out a low chuckle. “If you say so."
Snuffles jumped out of your arms and rushed over to the toys, pawing at them.
"Well, I have pizza rolls in my freezer. It’s not a perfect dinner but I’d love to make you dinner sometime?"
Jeff let out a hearty laugh. "Pizza rolls sound amazing right now.” He smiled down at you. “You got netflix?"
"Of course I do."
Jeff walked into the apartment, shutting the door behind him.
"So, you say you’re a wrestler. Care to show me some moves?” You giggled.
Jeff Hardy's Masterlist
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Life & Death
(1-1)
Short story # 11
Words - 753
Fandom - Wwe
Pairing - Death!Jeff Hardy X Life!Reader
Summary - Death and Life have always been in love.
Rating - SFW / NSFW
📝Note(s) - I'm taking several stories I've written on Wattpad and posting them here. Because I'm abandoning that platform, but those stories are some of my favorites.
Since the beginning of time, Life and Death have always been in love. Every year for three days they are allowed to be together, to love one another, without fear of hurting one another. And every year they meet in the same grassy plane, waiting patiently as the minutes tick by until they can embrace. Today is finally that grand day.
Standing across from one another in the plane, Life smiled kindly at Death, who could only peer at her with the voids of the eye sockets of his skull. And as the sun began setting, the holy glow surrounding Life began to dull, the white horns upon her head vanishing. While Death was slowly transformed back into a man, his shaggy hair once more hanging just passed his ears. Their long elaborate robes were replaced along with everything else. Life's long white robe, was now a beautiful white gown. And Deaths black robes, were transformed into a dashing suit.
"Hello my love." (Y/n) smiled, once more in her mortal form. "Hello darling." Jeff grinned at her, before pulling her into his chest, crashing his lips down upon hers with a fiery passion. "I have missed you." Jeff whispered softly as they parted for air, resting their foreheads together comfortably. "I have missed you more." (Y/n) giggled softly. "Not possible." Jeff shook his head a little, a grin upon his handsome face. "Shall we retire to our sanctuary?" (Y/n) inquired as she nuzzled her nose into Jeff's cheek. "We shall." Jeff agreed, picking her up into his arms, he carried her to the cottage that appears each year just for them.
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Laying comfortably in their bed, (Y/n) sighed in content as she laid her head upon Jeff's bare chest. "I wish we had more time." Jeff murmured quietly. "We have all eternity my love." (Y/n) hummed as she turned her head, softly kissing across his chest. "Three days out of the year is all we are granted." Jeff sighed with displeasure. "Yes I know... But you know as well as I, we must do our duties. We cannot remain mortal forever, without us the world would be in chaos." (Y/n) rest her chin against Jeff's chest as she spoke, one hand rubbing his side, while the other idly stroked his hair. "I would happily live in a world of chaos, if it meant I could hold you in my arms forever." Jeff's words melted (Y/n)'s heart.
"I create millions of wonders 362 days out of the year, but these three days with you Jeff, are the best days I will ever experienced." (Y/n) cooed softly, sitting up to kiss her love, who happily pulled her into his embrace. "I adore those wonders, you truly are an artist." Jeff murmured softly, their lips just barely touching. "I make them all for you." (Y/n) whispered with a smile, nuzzling her face into his neck. "Thank you." Jeff whispered with a smile, wrapping his arms firmly around her body, and pulling her against him snuggly.
Soundlessly (Y/n) slept against her love, while he laid there thinking about his love for her. The fingers of his right hand stroking along the length of her spine, while his left hand held her hip firmly. Deep down he knew she was right, without life and death the world would be in chaos. Yet that greedy part of him still refused to simply accept that, wanting nothing more than to cradle his lover in his arms until the end of all time.
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When their time finally came to an end, they stood before eachother once more in the grassy plane. "Kneel before me my love, I wish to bestow a gift upon your wondrous skull." Life smiled at her lover, who obliged to her wish. "Until next year my love." Life cooed as she placed a flower crown upon his boney head, the flowers wilting the moment Life pulled her hands away. "Stay strong for me my love, as I will for you." Life hummed softly, as Death rose to his feet. "I love you." Deaths voice was whispy, sounding like nothing more than the wind to the untrained ear. "I love you too." Life cooed wanting desperately to kiss him one more time, her heart aching as he whisped away to fulfill his work until they could be together again.
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One Shots/ Imagines Masterlist
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Chris Jericho:
-Reunited
Jey Uso:
-He Knows
-Samoan Dessert
Roman Reigns:
- Get Down Tonight
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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”
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Celebration
The crowd roared with excitement as YN YLN stepped into the ring, ready to defend her title against Mickey James. The tension in the arena was palpable, and the energy was infectious. Among the sea of cheering fans, Jeff Hardy stood by the entrance ramp, his heart pounding with a mix of nerves and anticipation.
As the match unfolded, YN showcased her incredible athleticism and determination, going toe-to-toe with Mickey James in an intense battle for the women’s championship. The audience watched in awe as YN executed high-flying maneuvers and strategic holds, determined to prove herself as a worthy champion.
In the front row, Lita and Matt Hardy sat side by side, their eyes glued to the action in the ring. Lita, a trailblazing WWE legend herself, couldn’t help but feel a surge of pride for YN’s accomplishments. She glanced over at Matt, who nodded in agreement, sharing the sentiment.
Backstage, Jeff paced nervously, his thoughts consumed by YN’s match. He knew the sacrifices and dedication she had poured into her wrestling career. She had trained relentlessly, overcome setbacks, and proven herself time and again. He believed in her, and he wanted nothing more than to see her succeed.
Finally, the moment arrived. YN executed a breathtaking finishing move that left Mickey James sprawled on the mat. The referee’s hand hit the mat three times, signaling the end of the match. The arena erupted in cheers as YN was declared the victor and the new women’s champion.
With adrenaline still coursing through her veins, YN’s eyes locked onto Jeff’s figure at the entrance ramp. As she climbed out of the ring, the crowd’s cheers served as a symphony of celebration. She reached Jeff, and their eyes met in a mixture of pride, relief, and affection.
“You did it,” Jeff said, his voice a mix of awe and happiness. “You look happier than I’ve ever seen you.”
YN’s smile was radiant as she embraced him. “I couldn’t have done it without you,” she replied, her voice filled with gratitude. “Your support means everything to me.”
Lita and Matt joined them, sharing in the joyous moment. The four of them stood together, a united front of friends and loved ones, celebrating YN’s hard-fought victory. The journey had been marked by challenges, but the triumph was all the sweeter because of it.
As the confetti rained down in celebration and the crowd’s cheers continued to echo, YN knew that this was a milestone in her career she would cherish forever. And in Jeff’s embrace, she found a sense of fulfillment and happiness that words couldn’t adequately express.
After the exhilarating victory and the roar of the crowd had subsided, YN, Jeff, Lita, and Matt headed backstage, their spirits high and the excitement still palpable. They found themselves in a private area, away from the bustling chaos of the event. YN’s championship belt was slung over her shoulder, a constant reminder of her hard-earned triumph.
“Tonight calls for a celebration!” Lita exclaimed, her eyes sparkling with enthusiasm. “How about we find a great place to go out and have some fun?”
YN’s grin widened, and she looked at Jeff, feeling his hand gently squeeze hers. “Sounds like a plan to me,” she said, her voice filled with excitement.
Matt chimed in, his characteristic grin present. “I know a fantastic spot nearby with good food and an awesome atmosphere. What do you think?”
As they made their way to the restaurant, the group laughed and reminisced about the journey that had led them to this moment. Jeff and Matt shared stories of their wrestling adventures, while Lita recounted some of her own experiences in the ring. YN listened with rapt attention, feeling grateful to be surrounded by friends who understood the unique challenges and triumphs of the wrestling world.
At the restaurant, they were greeted warmly by the staff and shown to a reserved table. The atmosphere buzzed with energy, and the group settled in, ready to enjoy a well-deserved meal.
As they savored their food and shared more stories, Jeff leaned in close to YN, his eyes reflecting his admiration. “You were incredible out there,” he whispered. “Seeing you in that ring, giving it your all, it made me so proud.”
YN blushed, her heart skipping a beat. “Thank you, Jeff. Your support means everything to me. I couldn’t have done it without you by my side.”
Their eyes locked, and in that moment, the noise of the restaurant seemed to fade away, leaving only the two of them in their own world of connection and shared dreams.
Lita, always the perceptive one, nudged Matt with a knowing smile. “Looks like we’re in the presence of a power couple,” she whispered, earning a chuckle from Matt.
After their meal, they headed back to their hotel, the night still young and full of possibilities. Back in their room, YN and Jeff shared a quiet moment on the balcony, gazing out at the city lights.
“You know,” Jeff began, his voice soft, “when I first saw you in the ring, there was something different about you. Your determination, your spirit—it’s infectious.”
YN leaned against the railing, her heart swelling with emotion. “And you, Jeff, you’re my rock. Your unwavering belief in me gives me the strength to keep pushing forward.”
As they stood side by side, the cityscape before them seemed to shimmer with the promise of new beginnings. The night was a testament to their shared journey, the challenges they’d overcome, and the happiness they’d found in each other’s company.
As Jeff and YN returned to their hotel room, a lingering sense of excitement and closeness enveloped them. The air seemed charged with a newfound energy, a blend of their shared accomplishments and the electrifying atmosphere of the evening. YN’s heart raced as Jeff closed the door behind them, his eyes locked onto hers.
Jeff took a step closer, his fingers gently tracing the curve of YN’s jawline. “You looked so breathtaking out there,” he whispered, his voice husky with emotion.
YN’s breath hitched, her eyes never leaving his. “You’re the reason I had the strength to give it my all,” she replied, her voice barely more than a whisper.
In that moment, any remaining distance between them evaporated, and their lips met in a passionate kiss. The taste of victory and desire mingled as their kiss deepened, a testament to their shared passion and connection.
As their lips parted, Jeff’s gaze burned with intensity, his fingers deftly undoing the straps of YN’s championship belt. The belt fell to the floor with a soft thud, a symbolic shedding of the weight she had carried throughout the match.
YN’s fingers moved to the buttons of Jeff’s shirt, her movements eager yet deliberate. With each button that came undone, their desire intensified, a flame that had been ignited by the adrenaline of the evening’s events.
Their clothes fell away one by one, each piece an offering of vulnerability and trust. Their bodies pressed together, the heat between them a reflection of their unspoken desires. The room was filled with the sound of their whispers, their breaths coming in sync as they explored each other with a newfound urgency.
Amidst the intensity, there were moments of tenderness—soft touches, lingering kisses, and whispered words of affirmation. The culmination of their journey, both individually and as a couple, had led them to this moment of raw connection.
As the night unfolded, their bodies danced in a rhythm only they could understand. Time seemed to blur, and their shared pleasure became a symphony of sighs and gasps, a testament to their intimacy and the bond they had cultivated.
In the aftermath, as they lay entwined, their breathing gradually slowed, and a sense of contentment settled over them. Jeff’s fingers traced patterns along YN’s skin, and she nestled her head against his chest, feeling the steady rhythm of his heartbeat.
“You know,” Jeff whispered, his voice a gentle murmur, “tonight wasn’t just about the match. It was about us—our journey together.”
YN looked up at him, her eyes filled with affection. “You’re right. Every moment, every challenge, has led us here.”
As they drifted into sleep, wrapped in each other’s arms, the room was filled with a sense of completion. Their love, their shared victories, and their unbreakable bond had brought them to this place of intimacy and connection. And as they rested, they knew that the journey was far from over, but they were ready to face whatever came their way, united in their love and the strength they found in each other.
#ametrine arrows#ametrine arrows imagines#wwe#wwe x reader#wwe imagine#wwe imagines#Monday night raw#smackdown#jeff hardy#jeff hardy x reader#jeff hardy imagine#jeff hardy imagines#jeff hardy fanfiction#wwe fanfiction
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Ok, hear me out: Good Omens Human AU: WWE professional wrestling.
Has anyone done this yet? Ok, here is my stream of consciousness:
I imagine Crowley to be the high flying, heartbreaking, stunt type character. Like a Jeff or Matt Hardy, or a Shaun Michaels. He’d be the young newcomer breaking out into the business, gaining massive popularity, adored by the fans and potentially the new face of the business.
Aziraphale would be a more established, professional, and experienced performer. He’d been old school, like a pure striker, but also maybe slightly flamboyant like a Ric Flair or Dusty Rhodes. He’d be initially skeptical of Crowley’s character and disapprove of the suggested changes to the business. He doesn’t want to move with the times and stuck in his golden era ways.
Plot points:
Enemy to lovers - Aziraphale would be annoyed with the idea of Crowley being “the new guy” not playing by the rules, but over time comes to appreciate what he can bring to the business and also admire his immense talent. Crowley would be annoyed with an “old” fuddy duddy unwilling to move with the times or diversify for the sake of the business, but comes to appreciate Aziraphale’s experience and encouragement and what he can learn from him.
Road to Wrestlemania - obviously they’d have to face off in the main event as their characters would continue to be sworn enemies.
Secret relationship - this would develop and deepen over time, and they would be terrified of it being revealed and breaking kayfabe. How could they possibly overcome the media and scrutiny. Possible themes of homophobia could be explored.
Alliances - Crowley would probably be part of some sort of team dynamic involving Beelzebub and maybe Shax and Dagon. Some kind of demonic themed characters.
Overcoming injury - Crowley might suffer a possible career ending injury, either sustained through interference from another jealous wrestler (Gabriel or Hastur?), or protecting Aziraphale from a dangerous move, or from Aziraphale failing to perform a choreographed stunt correctly. Each possibility would lead the subtext of the story in three different directions so not sure which would be best?
Bittersweet ending? - I imagine that either they would get to maintain their relationship but one or both their careers would end. Or they would keep their careers in tact but the relationship would end.
Thank you for reading my ramblings. Am I insane? (Probably)
(Was inspired because Wrestlemania was on the weekend and I apparently cannot separate Good Omens from any other aspect of my life now 🤣)
#good omens#good omens human au#good omens au#wrestling#wwe wrestling#wwe wrestlemania#wrestlemania#crowley#aziraphale#crowley and aziraphale#ineffable husbands#secret lovers#enemy to lovers#crowley x arizaphale#aziracrow#i can dream can’t i?#what have i started?#why does my brain work like this#good omens wrestling#good omens fan fiction#fanfiction
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— who i write for
disclaimer: most of my stories are fem!reader, but i will write gender neutral, just let me know. i write angst, fluff, and smut. i am a bisexual female, so i will write about both female and male characters. i am mostly comfortable with writing anything, so don’t be afraid to send in whatever you’d like. my inbox is always open for anything, you can write your thoughts on characters, shows or movies, or my works! much love!
masterlist
the hunger games —
peeta mellark
finnick odair
katniss everdeen
coriolanus snow
lucy gray baird
tigris snow
johanna mason
billy the kid —
billy bonney
jesse evans
harry potter —
remus lupin
sirius black
ron weasley
luna lovegood
dean thomas
james potter
lily potter
hermione granger
bellatrix lestrange
blaise zabini
harry potter
tom riddle
regulus black
draco malfoy
yellow jackets —
lottie matthews
natalie scatorccio
taissa turner
shauna shipman
van palmer
travis martinez
jackie taylor
red dead redemption —
arthur morgan
sadie adler
john marston
charles smith
karen jones
star wars —
anakin skywalker
padme amidala skywalker
ahsoka tano
luke skywalker
leia organa skywalker
the last of us —
ellie williams
joel miller
tess servopoulos
dina phantasmagoria
jesse jeon
wwe —
seth rollins
roman reigns
sasha banks
dean ambrose
lita
jeff hardy
the walking dead —
maggie rhee
rick grimes
daryl dixon
shane walsh
michonne grimes
glenn rhee
carl grimes
rosita espinosa
negan smith
tara chambers
king ezekiel
sasha williams
magna
marvel —
wanda maximoff
pietro maximoff
natasha romanoff
yelena belova
bucky barnes
tony stark
scott lang
steve rogers
frank castle
bruce banner
ava ‘ghost’ starr
loki laufeyson
king valkyrie
sam wilson
marc spector
steven grant
layla abdallah el-faouly
matt murdock
miles morales
miguel o’hara
hobie brown
carol danvers
peter parker
gamora zen titan
peggy carter
king t’challa
game of thrones / house of the dragon —
daemon targaryen
rhaenyra targaryen
laena velaryon
jon snow
harwin strong
alicent hightower
sansa stark
helaena targaryen
criston cole
jacaerys velaryon
daenerys targaryen
euphoria —
rue bennett
jules vaughn
elliot hill
lexi howard
fezco o’neill
maddy perez
chris mckay
daisy jones and the six —
daisy jones
warren rhodes
graham dunne
eddie loving
camila dunne
karen sirko
outer banks —
jj maybank
john b routledge
kiara carrera
pope heyward
sarah cameron
cleo grant
shameless —
carl gallagher
fiona gallagher
lip gallagher
veronica fisher
kevin balls
svetlana yevgenivna
adding more soon!
#star wars anakin#star wars#the hunger games#marvel#wanda maximoff x reader#natasha romanoff#rdr#rdr2#arthur morgan fluff#shameless#yellowjackets#lottie matthews x reader#anakin skywalker x female reader#daisy jones and the six#the walking dead#twd#mcu#euphoria#houseofthedragon#game of thrones#rhaenyra targaryen#the last of us#ellie williams x reader#wlw#coryo snow#the ballad of songbirds and snakes#billy bonney x reader#tbosas#harry potter#ron weasley x reader
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BONES, BODY, SOUL.
A Jeff Hardy Story. (CH.6)
July 19th, 1999- RAW IS WAR
The night was almost over. After a very entertaining show, Triple H and The Undertaker were to end it, Chyna and Vince at ring side. Everything was going Triple H’s way, as it usually does with ringside friends, and he had managed to get the dead man pinned.
“ONE, TWO-“ The lights went out. The jumbotron flickered, unreadable font printing onto the screen as static blanketed over the stadium and a faint voice making its way under it. Through the uneasy, unintelligible whispers and Lawler's screeching, the ring floor rattled and pounded. The noise stopped, along with the voice before the words were finally clear.
“And they can, they can say we’re crazy, and we can say, well you haven’t seen anything yet.”
Silence rung before the lights were on once again on. A collective shock ran through everyone seeing The Game himself, bloodied on the mat, with no remnants of whoever it was besides a sledgehammer- much similar to one HHH himself had used months prior on The Rock.
AUGUST 26TH, 1999- THURSDAY NIGHT SMACKDOWN
The crowd roared with life, anticipation building within every single fan. Road Dogg and Chris Jericho continued conflict, the crowd bringing the level of excitement it always does. As the match continued to build, and tension rose, Road Dogg managed to get Y2J in a submission hold. Just as Jericho's hand went to tap against the floor, the light went out.
Once again, the Jumbotron flickered with the blurry word, the eerie noise returning, and forcing its way into everyone’s ears. As the ringside announcers reminisced on the last time they saw the bright, white letters on the jumbotron, JR recalled that last time, the words were a bit blurrier, and now they seemed to be moving.
In the midst of the darkness, stuck in fear and shock, the arena sat in horror as they listened to one of the wrestlers struggle against the unknown attacker. It sounded rougher than last time, as if they had become more bloodthirsty.
No clear words rang through the air, only demented whispers followed by airy breath and sometimes a frightening laugh. The attacked wrestlers - still, no one knew which one- cries of anguish turned quiet and it was assumed the aggressor had finally stopped. But the lights still refused to turn on, and everyone watched as the blurry words morphed clear.
KARMA, it read.
Seconds later, it was once again gone, and the lights flashed on, its brightness burning, eyes watering and squinting, trying to look for the assailant and assailed. The image of Road Dogg lying on the mat, much alike to the former incident, yet this time, a thin rope laid next to him, the same one that had been used to lock Mick Foley and Chainsaw Charlie in the dumpster a year prior.
SEPTEMBER 6TH, 1999- RAW IS WAR
“Well, starting the night with an unexpected victory folks, the Rock & Sock tag team getting the upper hand over the Big Red Giant Kane, and his equally intimidating brother, The Undertaker!”
“Oh, it was nothing but luck! I sure do hope this luck continues tonight, we’ve got Jeff Jarrett vs. Jaqueline next, and boy, I sure hope she doesn’t face the same hope as all those other women have- oh, wait a minute, what's this?” Lawler’s gross intentions were put to an end as the stadium went dark, the jumbotron painting a picture of backstage- specifically of Jeff Jarrett, laying bloodied on the floor, an acoustic guitar a few feet from him, same as the one used to beat the Fabulous Moolah and Mae Young.
“I think your dreams have come true King, with the way Jarrett’s gripping his leg, it sure seems like he won’t be performing anytime soon. I’m quite sure this is another famous attack, from who we’ve learned goes by Karma, and if that is true I’m sure he was put in a figure four lock to go with that guitar besides him.”
SEPTEMBER 26TH, 1999- BACKLASH, E&C VS. THE MINISTRY OF DARKNESS
“We welcome you, to the sold-out Providence Civics Center, we welcome you to Backlash! Hi everybody i’m Jim Ross alongside the King, Jerry Lawler, and ladies and gentlemen, Shane Mcmahon dropped a bomb on Sunday Night Heat, the Stone Cold-Rock matchup for the WWF title will be no-holds-barred, King!” At Lawlers appreciation, JR continues. “And if Stone Cold lays his hands on referee Shane McMahon, Austin will be disqualified and lose the WWF title.”
“That’s the way it should be, I am so sick and tired of everything going Stone Cold Austin’s way. well, tonight Stone Cold if you’re worthy of being a champion you gotta big job in front of you pal.” Lawler continued his hateful ramble as the two teams came out, the lights darkening with the ministry's entrance after a very nervous looking Edge & Christian.
Both teams showed great strength in the ring, with a countless amount of flawless moves as the match progressed, and though The Ministry seemed to have an great amount of intensity, the other team was able to get an upper hand with a quick chair shot to Mideon and distracted referee. It didn’t seem as good of a choice as they thought it would be when Bradshaw looked them in the eyes from across the ring.
“You shouldn’t have done that.”
Edge and Christian simply laughed it off, believing the man was trying to threaten them. And then the music hit. But this time the lights didn’t go out.
“I think we’re due for another visit, JR! Or maybe they're playing tricks or something, these lights are all still on.” King commented the obvious for the people at home, and as he finished his sentence it was made clear there was no trick.
With black and white face paint covering the top half of their face, no pupils visible in their eyes, they made their way to the ring, chair in hand. Karma.
“My God, I don't think this is any kind of trick, King, I think this is who’s been attacking all of these wrestlers! By the looks of it, I think this Karma person is affiliated with The Ministry of Darkness.” JR continued as he watched E&C escape from the consequences of their actions and run into the crowd, leaving a brooding Karma with The Ministry.
They fit right into the group, all black clothes and a killer glare, deadly enough to put you into the ground or make you run the other way. They fit right in until they swung around and hit Mideon, then Bradshaw with the chair meant for Edge and Christian.
“Well, I don’t think they're running with The Ministry.” King summed up, earning a sarcastic comment in response from JR. All comments turned into silence when the only standing wrestler turned to them, death stare stinging into their faces as they began to stalk over to the table. Grabbing the microphone from where the ring announcer had left it, they spoke.
“I do not speak for anybody but me. I do not stand for anything except vengeance .” They looked into the camera as they continued to speak. “Your actions will have consequences and I will be them. Do what you wish, but know, I will be watching. I will rip you piece to piece if that’s what it takes, and I will not stop until he has told me to. I will not stop until fate comes for you.”
look at my posting on the thirteenth on the thirteenth hour after my lil poem w thirteen 🤭 it’s my fav number and fun fact, my bday is august 13th and Jeff’s is august 31st so obviously we’re soulmates!
Lemm: I dont trust anybody but me, i won’t listen to you or anyone else!
Five seconds later: there’s a man in my head telling me to do this and I’m listening ig (also turned into batman there for a sec)
I’m sorta trying to go by the story line of the time, just completely ignoring that the New Brood was a thing and that the Hardyz wore those lil flower pants for a bit but other than that all of this was like real matches, real dates, except for the dialogue during the Jeff Jarrett part lol
Judgement Day? Nah i only know Karma🤚 I don’t know how I got here and this definitely wasn’t what I was planning but it happened and ngl kinda luv it sooooo whatevs
OOOOHHHH AHHHHHH (I’ve been doin that around the house all week just like mr Leati Joseph Anoa’i himself)
#BONESBODYSOUL#jeff hardy x reader#jeff hardy#jeff hardy imagine#wwe#LIV WRITES;*!#RAHHHHHHH#jeff hardy‼️‼️#I LOVE HIM#he’s not even in this one lol oops#character development ig
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Gotta say I feel like the rock is going too far with somethings.... it's feeling more like older wwe back when it was wwf....
Back when concussions didn't matter and back when if someone bled it was the whole reason they fought, considering WWF was Waaay more intense. This storyline is actually super similar to stone cold Steve Austin fighting Kurt Angle.
Idk who's watched older wrestling but there was an episode where Austin was going to "throw angle off a bridge tied to a chain and like block into a river" he did throw him into a kitty pool, but the story was still there and that could have been the bit.... but in reality this is a wash repeat story....Kurt and Austin are doing stuff similar. hell Cody gets the Kurt angle treatment even!
But I couldn't watch that when it happened I remember that scene making me nauseous bc you never knew what they'd do during that time, and seeing the rock full on fuckin hit Seth and Cody with a very much so real hefty leather belt makes me very nervous.
Though I will say I think we are forgetting who Cody is, this was the guy who fought with a torn pec....this is the guy who still did a hell in the cell match with Seth Rollins and took a absolute fucking beating and was severely injured, and not to mention beats Seth! He is handy capable of handling pain, and said that he was in immense pain after that match, so y'know...Cody will push himself to the limits is all...
So it's severely worrying but also, I think Cody knows what he is doing, it's nerve racking but also I think he's consenting to this after all a lot of wrestlers sometimes miss the hardcore aspect of wrestling.... that's why Adam, Christian, and like Jeff+Matt Hardy. Went to aew....
#wwe#wwe raw#wwe smackdown#wwe wrestling#wwe wrestlemania#wwe cody rhodes#cody rhodes#american nightmare#the rock#dwayne johnson#wwe the rock#wwe lb#wwe liveblog
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How did you come to love Jeff??
WOA H . HELLO!!!!!
okay so. this is a pretty funny story but the first time i actually saw something jeff hardy related was many many years ago
basically my older cousin was and still is a pretty big wwe fan. everytime there was a wwe show in portugal he was there. so he’s seen the undertaker, triple h, r-truth, mark henry, the big show etc etc ANDDDD JEFF !!!!!!
i already had some vivid memories of me being in his room with the rest of my cousins (we’re a lot. lmao) and watching wwe on the tv. his room had wwe posters on the wall and action figures on the shelves……. he was coocoo crazy about it. just like me LMAO
fast forward to last summer, he actually found some old tapes from his camera recorder, tapes from the late 2000’s with a lot of footage of him, me and my cousins doing silly things and basically spending time together. AND!!!! COOL PART COMES NOW . he actually has a recording of me watching a jeff hardy match on the tv (from when wwe aired on portuguese tv in like 2008) and i was very concentrated and mesmerized by jeff. i was like 5 or 6 years old :’) so when he showed it to me i FLIPPED OUT. part of the reason i’m so into wwe now was because he actually found that tape and showed it to me !!
i also think most of my love for jeff came from there. i wanted to do more research on him because i REALLLYYYYYY fucked with his style and the way he wrestled. and now i’m here i guess ! on tumblr, being on constant jeff hardy and wwe brainrot, making gifs and getting everything planned to go see wwe live in london in april <3
thank u so much for this ask this actually made me really happy <333333
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Coming Soon.
Step into the ring of passion and betrayal as Jeff Hardy, a wrestling icon, finds himself entangled in a forbidden romance with the captivating Vince McMahon's goddaughter, Soleil . In a world where every move is calculated, love becomes the most unpredictable opponent. Brace yourself for a rollercoaster of emotions, high-stakes drama, and a love story that defies the rules of the squared circle. Will Jeff overcome the odds, or will this love lead to a showdown that shakes the very foundations of the wrestling world?
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Jeff Hardy - Masterlist
💦 = Smut, 💖= Fluff, 🌩 = Angst, 🚫 = No Warnings
Series:
None
One Shots:
Neighbors -💖/🚫
Summary: You get a new neighbor who's bit of an asshole. (Fluff, No Warnings)
Tag Team Lovers -💖/🚫
Summary: Jeff Hardy is Nicole’s tag team partner and after being beaten on by the Wyatt Family, Jeff is worried that Nicole is hurt. (Commission, Fluff, No Warnings)
#jeff hardy#jeff hardy fanfic#jeff hardy x reader#jeff hardy x you#jeff hardy x y/n#wrestling blog#wrestling page#wrestling stories#wrestling fanfics#wresting imagines#jeff hardy oneshot#jeff hardy one shot#jeff hardy imagine#jeff hardy stories#wwe jeff hardy#aew jeff hardy#wrestling fans
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Pairing: Christian Cage x Fem reader
Description: Christian and the boys save you from getting injured by the Dudley boys
Gif credits to @salirophiliac
A yell pulls your attention from an injured God father to see D-Von dragging B.B. away making your heart stop running top speed crashing into Bubba not caring about your match later on tonight. You fight between the men allowing b.b. to run off but their plans change leading to now as you are dragged on top of the announcement table with your head between bubba's legs knowing what they were fixing to do as you hit, yell, and squirm hearing them yell and hit you back until cheers grew louder and the smack of a chair along with JR on commentary "It's Edge and Christian with a chair! And the Hardy boys" the first thing you see is edge who pulls you into a hug along with Matt Hardy while Jeff and christian stare and hold off the dudley's with chairs tears flowing down your face after all of you head backstage breaking down in christian's arms as the adrenaline and fear calmed down knowing that you were okay and now safe thanking the boys before jeff and matt went out for their tag team match and edge was in the hall talking with the APA about them guarding you whenever you were backstage alone or when you were wrestling without him or christian on the road with you knowing that you were good friends with both men and they had helped you before. You stay with the APA in their locker room when the boys go out for their match against Test and Albert feeling safer with Farooq and Bradshaw since no one messed with them cause of how tough they were, how big they were, and the many stories of their bar fights making some afraid of them knowing not to piss them off or they would likely be black and blue in the hospital, you shake with sobs in your hotel room before being pulled into christian's arms knowing you were very close to being seriously injured if not possibly paralyzed if the move was done wrong because it was outside of the ring "God I was scared that I was going to have a broken neck or something worse...I didn't want that to happen but I couldn't let them try to harm B.B." he knew that you would always step in to help anyone especially the people you cared about having become friends with Barbara Bush over the past few years of her being the regular EMT on the road loving her job and showing that she really cared about the people in her care. "Listen you did what you felt was right even when you realized you could have gotten hurt, that's what care and love is" you lay in bed wrapped in his arms feeling the held in exhaustion was over you the past few weeks of traveling, matches against the girls and matches with the boys, and just being sure not to get badly hurt that was beginning to take it's toll on you, you listen to the calm thump of his heartbeat as you doze off feeling him press a kiss to your forehead while his hand runs along your back until you fell asleep tucked against him with your body molded against him only moving to tangle his legs in your own knowing it made you feel safe caressing your face until he fell asleep later on.
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Most Attractive 90s Musician bracket: Round 4!
Match 1: Kurt Cobain vs Sinead O'Connor
Match 2: Shirley Manson vs KD Lang
Match 3: Donita Sparks vs Selena
Match 4: Miki Berenyi vs Brian Molko
Match 5: Ed O'Brien vs Bjork
Match 6: Mariah Carey vs Lauryn Hill
Match 7: Whitney Houston vs Missy Elliott
Match 8: Jeff Buckley vs Fiona Apple
Match 9: Trent Reznor vs Jonny Greenwood + Mike Patton
Match 10: Madonna vs Keanu Reeves
Match 11: Rachel Goswell vs Tupac Shakur
Match 12: Kim Gordon vs PJ Harvey
Match 13: John Frusciante vs Tori Amos
Match 14: Patricia Morrison vs Alex James
Match 15: Tracy Chapman vs Stephen Malkmus
Match 16: Lisa Lopes vs Kathleen Hanna
This week we introduce our eight mini-bosses to duke it out with the hardy survivors of the previous rounds.
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Check out #results, #propaganda, #poll request and #asks!
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what's allowed in my asks? anything 90s music related! tournament propaganda, discourse and debates, poll requests, rare photos/stories. I will also draw stickmen on demand. Be unhinged. Start fights. Make me proud.
previous tournament results <3 congratulations Tidal!
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Idk why, but as I was watching Matt Hardy VS Hook, this idea suddenly ran through my mind. If Jeff were to ever return to AEW someday, he should be allowed to do a complete 180 heel turn. Like imagine for a second; we can have it play out like the way Matt turned on Jeff back in the late 2000s (during the royal rumble) have Jeff make a return on either Dynamite or a payperview and let the audience think everything's all cheery and heartwarming reunions, only to have him completely blindside everyone by attacking Matt. Reason why? Jealousy, but not for the reasons you think. It's not really because of stardom or fame, but more so the fact that his older brother was actually able to successfully keep his livelyhood together despite his constant injuries in the ring. Meanwhile, with the injuries and legal problems he's faced over the past year (to the point where he's suffered a legit concussion for crying out loud!) Jeff grows increasingly hostile from everything that's happened to him and finally puts his foot down, making the decision to stop catering to the fans and stop being the risky charasmatic enigma he's been known for years. He's done being, quote on quote, "everyone's favorite rag doll." He stops using the Swanton Bomb, as he feels that the fans don't really deserve to see it anymore, thinking they only seem to really still watch him just for the crazy stunts he pulls, while not seeming to care if it causes him legit back breaking pain from performing it every single week. He does tease it from time to time, only to spite the fans by not performing the finisher. He creates a safer moveset for himself, maybe changes up his look (TNA 2010-2011 anyone?), and overall becomes more cynical and hostile to almost everybody, fans and co-workers alike. If nobody's going to take his chronic injuries seriously, then why should he continue catering to their demands each and every week? Thus, he only works part-time and only shows up on special occasions. (This way, it can kinda prevent him from causing any more accidental harm to himself in the future and give him an easier time in the ring overall.)
So basically, what we have will be a heel Jeff VS a babyface Matt, who desperately wants his little brother changed back to the smiling, kind-hearted man he's always known him for. Now you have the feud set up. 😁
Like, seriously, if we weren't able to get Jeff VS Punk, then this here is the next best thing...
I could actually make a legit story out of this... 🤔
#lefty talks about wrestling#lefty's watching dynamite#jeff hardy#matt hardy#fantasy booking#heel hardy#booking ideas#aew#all elite wrestling#aew dynamite
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