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kenneth-omega · 2 years

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The Fear of Falling in Love

// Part 1 // Part 2 // Part 3 //

A Kenny Omega Short Fic

**EDITED 31/08/22**

Pairing: Kenny Omega x Female Reader

Summary: You’re a family friend of The Young Bucks who, like Matt and Nick, also became obsessed with wrestling from a young age. During Kenny’s absence from screen you were sourced into AEW by the Bucks and brought into the Undisputed Elite faction. Following the recent fall out between Adam Cole/reDragon and the Bucks over the upcoming Trios tournament you finally get to meet the great Kenny Omega. You eventually become locked into a storyline that starts out fun and harmless but soon turns sour at the prospect of real feelings being hurt and relationships tarnished.

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Warnings: swearing, lil’ mentions of smutty stuff, hint of crack ship kenny x eddie?

Word count: 3.4K

A/N: Seriously I’d like to think that the majority of the roster would fuck Kenny Omega, because how could you not? 😂 Also I know Adam Cole is currently off injured and most likely won’t return till All Out (maybe to start shit with the Elite) but let’s all just pretend that our BayBay is okay. Also soft!Ken w/glasses is making me so emotional.

For Reference:

Cori “The Alpha” Dacre is Y/N

Following Wednesday’s match, Kenny was better than ever. Sure, he was sore and suffering for it the next morning, but he wouldn’t once complain about it to anyone. Although people could see it on his face whenever he went to stand up or move everyone knew he’d never admit it if you asked him.

The next morning also bore a social media shitstorm following the episode that aired.

You woke up earlier than usual due to the incessant pinging of your phone, which was a result of your Twitter blowing up, something which didn’t happen to you often. Confused and still half asleep you manage to pull up the tweets of numerous wrestling fans tagging you in however many posts regarding you and Kenny last night. Some belonged to wrestling news companies a few of which you recognised, some were dirt sheet accounts and even some of the bigger journalists had also retweeted. Then there was the cringy, TMZ-style accounts that liked to use clickbait titles.

You read a few of the headlines, your nose scrunched up in disgust.

“ALPHA IN BED WITH THE CLEANER?!?”

“CORI AND KENNY, TAKING AEW AS THE NEW POWER COUPLE!”

The big kicker of it all was a photo of the two of you walking up the ramp together, Kenny’s face turned away and buried in your hair, which you clearly remember was the point where he’d reassured you that he was alright following the match.

Innocent enough, but from the photographer’s angle it looks as though Kenny is kissing you on the head. The perception is twisted enough that it looks like a caring embrace between you both, rather than the reality, the truth, of you acting as a human crutch for him. You groan inwardly and slam the phone down on the bed, already feeling a headache coming on from what the long day will bring.

At this point there’s no use trying to go back to sleep and so you drag your fed up, already-over-it ass out of bed and into the shower.

By the time you’ve showered and exited the bathroom the news has spread throughout the AEW roster, with some even going so far as to like or even retweet some of the posts.

Sure there are a few funny tweets, but the one which really caught your eye came from Britt Baker. She had retweeted the post about you and Kenny becoming AEW’s new power couple with some rolling eye emojis. You noticed that Adam Cole had also been tagged in this.

Fuck.

You knew that following the return of Kenny, Adam Cole was due to come sniffing around, ready to start a faction feud. You were also supposed to be going into your newest, long awaited feud with the one and only DMD. As you were pleasant with Britt for the most part offscreen, you knew that this tweet was merely a tactic to build up some hype.

An unknown number pops up at the top of your screen, attempting to call as you contemplate on whether having a mini meltdown would make you feel better.

Answering the call, you apprehensively wait for a voice at the other end.

“I guess you’ve seen Twitter?” Kenny’s smooth voice came through on the line, making you fumble and nearly drop the damn phone.

You laugh nervously, unsure what he’s doing calling you about it. He mustn't be happy if he’s managed to get your number just to speak to you about it this early. “I have, unfortunately.” You reply.

“Unfortunately? I think it’s great.” He chuckles, his humoured laugh seeming content and not at all disgusted. You’re surprised at his reaction, still unsure whether he’s joking.

“You do?”

“Look at it this way. I want more matches leading up to All Out so I can be on my top game for the event. My next one isn’t for another 2 weeks, which I can’t say I’m best pleased about. I suggest we have some fun with this and maybe we can...wrestle together?” He trails off at the end, almost seeming to lose his bottle as he proposes the crazy plan to you. Does he think you’ll say no?

You remain silent on your end, still processing the proposal and trying to think logistically about how this was going to work. You already knew that you and Britt would be going head to head at All Out, following the past few weeks of you wrestling Jamie Hayter and Britt often gate-crashing your interviews, so it made sense.

With a shaky laugh you agree to go along with it, still not able to believe that this was genuinely happening. Considering you’d only woken up half an hour ago you’d hate to entertain the idea that this was just some twisted dream you were going to wake up from.

Kenny’s excitement seems palpable through the phone.

“Great! Save my number, I’m going to call Tony and give him the run down of this new angle. Speak to you later, doll.” He ends the call before you have a chance to reply.

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Having gotten dressed, you venture downstairs to source food. You’ve grown a decent appetite after last night and having woken up earlier than usual this morning you’re practically drooling by the time the scent of hot food hits your nose. You hadn’t bothered to message anyone to see if they would join you, somehow feeling like the last thing you needed was to draw more attention to yourself.

That doesn’t stop people from approaching you however. As you line up to get your coffee, a dire need and the first thing you want to pass your lips, someone begins singing the playground song of “Kenny and Cori sitting in a tree-” behind you.

Although it doesn’t sound quite how you remember it as the lyrics finish off spelling “F-U-C-K-I-N-G”.

You turn on the spot to find Eddie giving you a devilish grin, holding his own coffee as he pokes fun at your expense.

“Ed?” You bat your eyelashes at him.

“Yeah princess?” He replies, ruffling your hair affectionately with one of his big paw-like hands. Without further notice you stick your middle finger in his face. “Hey, watch yourself sweetheart, I’ll bite that off.” He jokes, giving you a nudge with his elbow.

Eddie was like a large, often angry, older brother to you. He was rough on the edges and soft on the inside, which you didn’t see come out often except for when the people nearest to him got hurt or upset. You now liked to compare him to the British chef Gordon Ramsay, much to his dislike, after having binge-watched a lot of Kitchen Nightmares.

“Give it a rest Ed, I woke up to my Twitter looking like a car crash. Did you know I’ve already had over ten DM’s just from this morning from various men and women claiming Kenny to be their husband? They’re threatening to come and lynch me at the next show for ‘stealing their man’. Like, what the fuck!” You sigh heavily, sipping your coffee as the two of you step aside to allow other people queuing to get their preferred hot drink.

“Omega’s a sought after man. I know people in the locker room that would go for a ride on that guy.” He mentions nonchalantly. His harmless comment sets you on edge at the thought. You shouldn’t have cared, since there wasn’t anything going on between you both.

And yet...It annoyed you.

“How pleasant.” You remark, unable to stop the tone from sounding bitter. Eddie wheezes with laughter, rubbing the space between your shoulder blades in a comforting gesture.

“All I’m gonna say is if I was a dude who liked dudes...I would too.”

With that, Eddie leaves you to enjoy, or rather sulk, over your coffee alone.

As soon as you find a seat that’s out of the way, hugging the edge of the room so as not to be easily spotted, two chairs are being pulled up in front of you. Matt and Nick plop themselves down, arms folded and looking like a pair of Siamese cats, with grins a mile wide.

“Not now guys. It’s only 8:30!” You whine, rubbing your temples as the threat of a headache begins.

Matt begins first. “We’re not here to tease or poke fun, just to ask you honestly-”

You slam your hands down on the table, interrupting him, your patience having finally worn thin. “NO! Kenny and I have not fucked and we’re not secretly dating. We didn’t plan for this to happen but now it is happening and it’s going to be part of a storyline with Britt and Adam!” With an exhausted sigh you plant your head on the table in front of you with a dull thud, feeling frustrated and tense.

The Bucks don’t say anything more, seemingly embarrassed that they were the one’s to break you.

“Sorry Y/N.” Matt apologises, Nick nodding along. The two of them take one of your hands each, waiting for you to lift your head and look at them. They both wear sheepish smiles, hoping that you won’t remain too mad at them for long. It’s impossible to do so and you can’t help but match them with a smile of your own.

Your phone pings noisily beside you and you glance over the screen as it lights up. It’s Kenny.

K: Hey, you free? x

You curse yourself for getting a little giddy about the ‘x’ at the end. You send them platonically to Ethan all the time, so it’s not that big of a deal.

Removing your hands from Matt and Nick’s you pick the mobile up and chew on your bottom lip as you re-read his text, debating whether it was worth lying and making up some weak excuse. You decide against it, not wanting to be dishonest with him.

C: Hi! I’m not doing anything right now, what’s up? x

You’d thought long and hard about whether to put the ‘x’ back, but again had to argue with yourself that this meant nothing, it was just friendly intentions. Placing your phone back down you look back at the Jackson’s.

Matt nods in the direction of your phone. “What’s Kenny want?”

Rolling your eyes you turn the phone over so the screen is face down. “Stop reading my texts dude.”

Matt laughs, with Nick scoffing.

“You think we don’t know when you’re texting a guy you like? You do this weird face where you look like you’re trying to figure out a really hard puzzle.” Nick imitates the face, making you cringe inwardly.

“Do I?” You groan, hating how awful your poker face was. Matt snaps his fingers and points at you, whilst Nick slaps his brother’s arm, his eyebrows wiggling.

“So you admit it then? You do like him.”

This time it was your turn to scoff at them both, folding your arms across your chest defensively.

“I didn’t admit shit and you know it. Stop trying to put words in my mouth. I knew you were trying to sabotage me yesterday morning when you completely blindsided me and let me make a dick of myself in front of him!”

“Whatever, that’s by the by.” Nick waves it off like their confession was irrelevant to the conversation, “We know you’re crushing on him, Y/N. It’s not like you’ve idolised him for the past six years or anything.”

Heat rushes to your cheeks as you recall all the times you would ramble to the Bucks about their friend and how you admired him. You only ever meant as a wrestler and had never said anything to them about having feelings for him. Yet it was still that obvious?

You thought he was attractive and alright, sometimes on a night you wondered how he would feel between your legs rather than just your lonely hand. Occasionally you’d say his name when you finally hit that sensual high, but it had only ever been a whisper into a dark, empty room.

The lustful thoughts that cloud your head eventually clear when the sound of your phone pinging cuts through like a knife. Throwing the brothers a glare as they smirk at you, you pick the phone up and read the message.

K: Come to the gym and dress appropriate. Or dress inappropriate if you like. See you in 10 x

From the way your brain conjures up the dirtiest thoughts after reading that text you realise that you are well and truly doomed.

No good can come from this.

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As you head through the front doors of the nearby gym, the one that Kenny had text you the address for, you start to wonder if you should just bail and text him with some last minute reason.

Your conversation with the Bucks had left you unravelled, debating and arguing with yourself as you had hurriedly gotten change into some gym attire, telling yourself that this whole thing was a mistake.

Your Twitter was still a hot bed of activity, so much so that you’d decided to mute the app entirely, refusing to get any more invasive notifications come through.

Scanning the room you note that there’s not many people around, with one bored receptionist and a PT helping some guy on the far left. To the right was a full size ring, something which you hadn’t expected, predicting this to be a standard gym full of the usual equipment.

As you go to turn back, hoping to leave before you text Kenny to say you can’t make it, a voice calls out to you.

“There’s my beautiful partner.” Kenny announces rather proudly, sauntering over to you, his curls half-tied in a bun and wearing a black stretch shirt that hugs every inch of him. His words send butterflies scattering in your stomach.

“Partner?” You echo dumbly, your brain trying to play catch up.

Kenny’s eyes narrow slightly as he scrutinises your face. His cheerful demeanour is gone as he searches your eyes for answers to his unspoken questions. “Is something wrong?” He eventually queries aloud.

God, were you really that much of an open book?

Shaking your head you force a smile, deferring from his question as you ask one of your own.

“Why are we here?”

Kenny lights up with insurmountable giddiness, his serious attitude disappearing.

“To wrestle. I should’ve told you beforehand but when I spoke to Tony he was all for this...thing we’re doing.” When he pauses he gestures between the two of you, almost as though he wanted to say something else. “So he’s officially announced on Twitter that this Friday it’s gonna be me and you against Adam and Britt.”

You suddenly regretted muting your Twitter. At the same time, you knew that this announcement would’ve probably caused your phone to burst into flames from the sheer amount of notifications that were no doubt piling up whilst the two of you spoke.

“But that’s tomorrow!” You cry out, suddenly realising how little time there was to get ready.

“Which is why we need to get in there.” Kenny points to the ring you’d been eyeing up only moments ago.

The idea of bailing is no longer a notion in your head to consider. You’re in work mode now and the pressure of having to orchestrate a match for tomorrow evening is filling you with much needed energy. You can feel the itch to get in the ring swell inside of you.

The two of you enter the ring, ready to warm up. You unashamedly strip your hoodie off in front of him, a loose vest hidden underneath that mostly covers your sports bra. You’re not actively trying to flirt, but you can’t help but feel a little smug when his eyes do a double take and give you a once over from head to toe.

The two of you stretch in silence, helping to ease the muscles before what you were sure was going to be a strenuous day.

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The two of you broke up your session for some lunch, with your stomach crying out for the first thing you could manage to put in it. In your haste to meet up with Kenny you’d forgotten to get breakfast as planned and now you were paying dearly for it.

That’s not to say that you weren’t satisfied.

This morning had been effective, with you both bouncing ideas off each other. You had become so engrossed in getting this right that you’d barely registered all the times Kenny had come into contact with your body, which gave you a bit more hope that pulling off this ‘fake lovers’ angle wouldn’t be too excruciating for you.

You head down the road to a nearby pop up food shop, where you order a hot sandwich in a freshly cooked half baguette along with fries, with Kenny ordering the same, seemingly envious of your order.

Together you sit down in a booth by the window and you both demolish your meals in a matter of minutes, taking a rest afterwards as you sip your drinks. You take this moment to open Twitter. When you see Tony’s official announcement at the top of your timeline you can’t help let out a snort of laughter. Kenny looks up from his phone, curious and entertained by your uncouth outburst.

“The ‘It’ couple versus The Elite couple?” You laugh, showing him the tweet and match graphic below it. Kenny let’s out a chuckle as you hold the phone out for him.

“Shit, I haven’t got my glasses on. One sec.” He fumbles about in his hoodie pocket, pulling a neat little pair of reading glasses out and popping them on. You take a second to admire how normal he looks, in the nicest way possible.

He seems to be the most relaxed you’ve seen him yet, no worry lines creasing his forehead as he amusedly reads the tweet for himself. His glasses frame those startling cerulean eyes that you constantly find yourself staring at and you notice the little wrinkles at the corner that appear when he smiles.

“Well we are The Elite. You can’t knock him for trying.” Kenny replies, popping the glasses on top of his head now he’s finished with them. You find it a shame, loving how dorkier they make him than he already is.

“How come you don’t wear those often?” You ask.

He pulls a face at them. “I think they make me look weird...” He then corrects himself, “Well, weirder than I already am.”

“How are you weird? You’re Kenny Omega for crying out loud, you could tweet about the strangest, most obscure thing and I’d bet a hundred bucks that at least half your following would thirst post over how random you are.”

Your comment pulls a genuine, booming laugh from him, his cheeks tinged pink with faint embarrassment.

“I’ll take you on that bet.” He challenges you, pulling his phone out and typing something, his thumbs moving furiously over the keyboard. Once he’s finished you check your own mobile, refreshing your Twitter feed and nearly choking on your Sprite as you read his tweet. It’s a wild ride from start to finish.

Many people seem to share the same confusion, with Matt even going so far as to tag you and ask why you had left him unsupervised for this long. Nick tweets that Kenny needs to get help.

“How’d I do?” Kenny asks proudly.

Sure enough, when you scroll further through you see a worrying number of fans horny posting in his replies.

“Nailed it.” You sigh, digging around in your pockets for some cash. Kenny leans over and rests a hand on your arm.

“Don’t even think about giving me any cash.” He tells you sternly, asserting a dominant tone in his voice that makes your legs clench together.

“But you won the bet-”

“How about you agree to have dinner with me instead?” He offers, cutting you off before you can protest any further, something you certainly would have done had he let you.

Unable to refuse his earnest expression and the way the corner of his mouth curls upwards into a soft smile, you agree to dinner. It wasn’t an offer to a date, which is why you had no issue saying yes, knowing that there was no risk in going for a harmless meal.

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mishwanders · 1 year

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Please tell me about any OC (or OCs!) of your choice and what their ideal pizza toppings are! 🍕

Elena Winters: Meat lover pizza baybay - that’s what kept her and Ethan fed growing up 😂

Sorina Spencer: has not had pizza until she was adopted into the Winters family as grandma. Prefers cheese to the meat lovers so she sat there and picked off all the meat lmao

Ricardo Luis Santos: pepperoni. Attempts to recreate the one he had in raccoon city once he’s in the village of shadows - prefers his own to the greasy city one.

Matilda Costache: has only ever lived in the village of shadows - does not know what a pizza is until Ricardo explained and therefore made them some. They liked it, but complained it needed more veggies - so supreme is the way for them.

#oc: elena winters #oc: sorina spencer #oc: ricardo luis santos #oc: matilda costache

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himbos-hotline · 1 year

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what'cha writing?

This ask just gives me an excuse to write more infomation about my WIPS and AUS! All of which are open for asks, I love talking about my writing and my little gremlin OC Jay and the polycule!

Till death do us part, please keep breaking my heart ['Til it ceases to beat, please be mine.]: My hungbucks fic that is currently leaning towards more romantic hangmatt and platonic hangnick. However I am currently unsure what way it is going to go. A look at the Bucks and Hangers relationship just after Hanger wins the AEW world title and Kennny disappears. Its highly implied that Kenny had a relationship with both Hanger and the Bucks because he totally did. Can you read it? Yes the first two chapters are currently up on AO3]

Writing Requests: Yes, I take writing requests! I have one that im currently working on but my requests are open so ive any of my followers or just people who see my tumblr advertised on AO3 [I sometimes mention it in my notes] and gone "damn I wish you would write X thing" drop it into my askbox and maybe I will, I mostly unsprisingly wrie for AEW/WWE at the moment and I will not write X readers but if you ever want that, I can suggest some people who do write fantastic X reader fics! Can I read it?: Yes I also post my requests on AO3 as well as my matherlist

The ghost story would be over: Taking place during and after AEW full gear where Regal betrays the BCC. I thought about how Jay would react to it as not just only as a member of the BCC but also as a Regals grandchild. A look at how close Jay and the BCC are with added connections to the Elite. Currently its a look at Jay's found family with the BCC and romance with Wheeler as well as just as how close she is with the bucks as brothers and Kenny as his beloved. A queer look at found family and betrayal with a distinct human touch. Can I read it?: Yes, please do its my favourite thing im working on so far! The first two chapters are currently on AO3

And I'll be in denyal for just a little while [What about the plans we made?]: A fic that looks at Jays canon story. From working on NXT as a mixed tag team with adam cole, to their blossoming relationship barely hidden as fuck-buddies, to betrayal and loss. Follow Jay through her transformation from Jayden Orton, still stuck behind her cousins shadow to Jay Orton, the poly genderqueer bisexual. A journey which is incredibly always linked with one beloved baybay with blue eyes. Can I read it?: Not yet, Currently I am half way through the first chapter but I promise you can soon!

Turn you on when I need you: Adam loves Kenny. Kenny doesnt love Adam. At least, not the way Adam wants him too. hes there for a quick fuck whenever Kenny is stressed. and its not like he doesnt LIKE adam, Kenny does. He just doesnt Love him..until Adam gets another boyfriend sometime later and Kenny realises that his heart longs for the cowboy. Can I read it?: Not yet, it is currently in the stages of just being an idea. Ya know spoken about in discord messages and linked in other stories.

And now for AUS!

The step-by-step franchise! Have you ever questioned about what wrestlers would be like as kids? what about as stupid middle school children? high school? college?! well now you dont have to wonder. as we're writing it! [me and my big sibling @itsnoosetome] a four part series following a collection of wwe/aew wrestlers as well as like three OCs! Can I read it?: No, at the moment its' currently being writen but theres ideas and asks are always appreciated!

The soulmate actor Au A look at Jay [OC] and their boyfriends and girlfriend through the lense of them all being soulmates. None of them wrestle. Wheeler and Jay work in a theatre, Kenny is an artist, Hanger is a western actor star and Cole is an a-list trans femme superstar who the elite happen to just use to fuck.

I love the taste of his pretty red lipstick [I love the taste of his pretty red tongue] The Stripper au! Your favourite aew stars strip for a living featuring a whole load of flirting and unresolved trauma. Lots of trans characters too! becuase we cannot be stopped! Can I read it? Eventually maybe.

What baking can do The bakery au! Mostly planned. but more non-wrestling AUS. Four chapters are planned. Follow Jay [again, look he has a fun veiw of the world] through the little bakery town that all the wrestlers live in!

#mouse has pals #aus #fics

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romegaketh · 2 years

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hello! i'm currently obsessed with "oh lord, it really brings me down" - the whole fic is constructed so nicely and i love the supernatural take on what adam page is going through, as well as the allocations of adam to buck. are there any moments that you wanted to write into it, but ultimately decided not to?

ah, anon, this is so kind! i love that fic very much and am v proud of it: i am thrilled it has managed to also mean something to you. under the cut i will ramble a bit but i also wanted to say i do not bite (unlike adam cole) and i am always thrilled to have people in my dms <3 u are totally welcome to pop in anytime u like <3

firstly cannot let a comment about the structure go without rhapsodising over the efforts of ao3 user eggshellseas who truly saved me!!! i was like "please help me" and she was like "ya, here u go" and then like. it all made sense. her mind!!!! incredible stuff. i am breathlessly, desperately, on tenterhooks (no pressure tho) waiting for her to write some kenny/adam page w gloating vampire adam cole, which is, to me, the platonic ideal of Good Soup.

ok, so. i think the strength of that fic is how strongly anchored it is in nick's point of view. it's a good pov and nick's repression carries a lot of the horror beats because his denial is a solid 1/3 to 1/2 of the creeping unpleasantness in there! like ya adam cole is a vampire eating people but also, what the fuck is up with nick? nothing good, (baybay). however, the exclusivity of nick's pov and his desire to Not See Anything Bad Ever means we really only see a construction of adam that nick is building for himself - until the very end, obviously, when that construction falls apart, and nick is reminded, unpleasantly, that adam is a real person and he has a Real Agenda, he's not just a space upon which nick can localize his ~desire and then avoid it.

the nature of kyle and bobby is a big one i left out, just because nick doesn't care about them! he's not interested! he's interested in if/when they are dangerous to adam/him, but otherwise, he's busy. but i did think about them (and talk about them!). they're not vampires and adam thinks they are in thrall to him because they drink his blood, but they came out on their own and they hang out with adam because they want to. though he probably does have some influence on them, and he wouldn't, like, be totally helpless or without recourse if kyle tried to turn on him. he's got leverage.

i would say the other big one is that nick never makes it explicit that he like, Sexually Desires Adam Cole. and how much adam knows that. (parallel to the depth to which matt desires Adam Page, and the ways in which they have partitioned off desire and allowed it to be separate in that way.) i love repression i think it's very interesting narratively and i think it is an interesting component of the way the bucks present themselves! in this fic the bucks are like pretty carefully tacitly policing each other and allowing like, certain kinds of affection to be made tactile and acceptable whereas other kinds are not. i feel like adam cole knows and thinks it's funny and adam page doesn't know or reads it as something that's a joke about him instead of like, matt sincerely being into him and refusing to accept that about himself.

eggshellseas would probably say how much kenny knows! i think kenny knows a bit more than he's letting on. i like the idea of the bucks thinking of themselves as grandmasters and being super super politicking and proactive, but sometimes they forget that other people are able to move in that way too - the same way they sometimes forget that they're separate people with separate agendas (and separate adams, lmao). kenny i don't think is quite as unaware of whatever it is adam is doing to him as they think: he's also, phantom thread style, comfortable with taking a little damage to make everyone else happy. (especially to let the bucks take care of him. they gotta!!! they love him!!!)

oh also adam is definitely doing a lot of murder. like, they caught him eating a guy one time and that guy was fine? no. he is doing flirt w closeted guys then eat them, and he is doing it En Masse. he's just not doing it at work anymore.

if there's anything in particular you are curious about please feel free to ask! mm, vampires.

#au: devil town #ask: anon

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maladaptivedaydreamingbullshit · 2 years

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The Weirdo on Maple Street +You(S1E2)

Pairing: No romantic pairs.

Characters: Eleven/El, Mike Wheeler, Lucas Sinclair, Dustin Henderson, Mrs/Mr. Wheeler, Nancy Wheeler, Barbra Holland, Steve Harrington, Tommy Hagan, Carol Perkins, Holly Wheeler, You(y/n)

Summary: "You" are inserted into the world of Stranger Things. Season 1, Episode 2: The Weirdo on Maple Street ~Basically this is my DR for Stranger things but instead of my name I just put y/n.~

Word Count: 2,317

A/N: Howdy do. Episode 2 baybay. I am do not code to save my life, but I'm going to try to link these all together somehow. If it is there, yippy. If it isn't.. send help. Rip if the tense changes because that is my main weakness.

Warnings: cussing, underage selling of drugs/alcohol, missing child, maybe others- let me know.

Stranger Things insert:

Season 1: 1 , 2 , 3 , 4 , 5 , 6 , 7 , 8

We went back to Mike’s house and the boys started asking the girl all sorts of questions.

“Is that blood?” Lucas reaches out to her.

Mike slapped his hand away, “Stop it! You’re freaking her out!”

“She’s freaking me out!”

I roll my eyes, “Guys–”

“I bet she is deaf.” Dustin claps at her and she flinches. “Not deaf.”

“Stop!” The boys look at me. “She looks scared– and cold. Mike, get her some dry clothes, please.”

A particular loud clap of thunder hits and she tenses up.

“Hey, it’s okay. We are safe here. Okay?”

Mike brought over some clothes. “These are clean.”

“Thanks. Alright change into these and we will set up a game plan.”

She holds the clothes up to her face and then starts to lift her shirt up.

“NO!” All the boys yell. Dustin looks like he is about to freak.

“Okay, okay!! Come on.” I led her to the bathroom.”You can change here.”

I go to close the door but she stops me.

“Oh? Okay– let’s just crack it and I will be stand right here.”

“Thanks.”

I smile at her and turn around.

The boys are whispering, but I can tell they are still freaked. Dustin keeps flailing his arms around and Lucas looks like he is about to punch Mike. At some point in the conversation Mike looks like he has convinced the other two to listen to him.

I hear the door open slightly behind me.

“Feel better?” I take the wet clothes from her and set them with the dirty laundry.

“Yes,” she whispers.

Mike starts setting up a place for her to sleep while Dustin and Lucas tell me what the plan is.

“Promise that you will make him do it.” Lucas begs.

“Yeah.. Something feels weird about it. Not psycho weird. But weird.”

Dustin and Lucas head up the stairs, they don’t look happy about the plan.

“Hey, um, I never asked your name.” Mike said after he handed her a sleeping bag.

She lifts her sleeve to show a number tattooed on her arm.

011

Mike looked at her in awe. “Is that real?!” He reaches over to it.

She pulls her arm back.

“Sorry, I’ve just never seen a kid with a tattoo before. What’s it mean? Eleven?”

She pats her chest twice.

“Eleven is your name?”

She looks over at me and nods.

“Oh, okay. Well my name's Mike. Short for Michael. That is y/n.. Maybe we can call you El. Short for Eleven.”

She looks at both of us and nods.

“Um, well, okay. Y/n will sleep on the couch over there. So if you need anything just let her know.” Mike looks around for a second. “Um.. well. Night, El.”

Mike gets up and starts to go upstairs.

“Night, Mike.”

After Mike is gone, I look at Eleven.

“Do you want to leave the lights on? We can, I don’t care.”

She nods her head.

I get settled on the couch. “Good night, El.”

She closed the sheet. “Night, y/n.”

—

I get up and see El is still asleep. I get changed and quietly head up stairs.

Me and Mike make 3 eggos each so we can give 2 to El.

Mike is inhaling his breakfast and Nancy looks at him, disgusted.

“Slow down, Mike. That’s disgusting.”

“You do a lot of studying last night?” Mike shot back.

I choked on my waffle.

“Yeah, actually, I did.” She said as she looked over at me.

“What was your test on again? Human anatomy?”

Both of our eyes widen, Nancy kicks his chair.

Mike kicks back.

“Hey! What’s going on?” Mrs. Wheeler looks at them both.

“Nothing!” Both of them resume eating.

Mrs. Wheeler looks at me in confusion.

I just shrug and keep eating.

Mike finishes and gets up. I sneak him the other Eggo and he heads down stairs.

—

I was waiting for El to come to the door when Mrs. Wheeler yelled for Mike.

He ran up the stairs and gave me a sheepish look.

“What do you mean bad people?” Mike rides beside me.

“I don’t know! But she seemed like she was really scared. She acted like they were gonna kill her.. And whoever is helping her.”

“Well, I have a test in 1st period, then I’ll come back home.. But Lucas is gonna be pissed.”

—

I walk into school and see Nancy, Barbra, Steve, Tommy, and Carol talking.

Ugh, that doesn’t look good.

Steve spots me and waves me over.

I try to act like I didn’t see him but Tommy grabs me.

“Come on now y/n! You are so mean to us!” Tommy smirks.

I sigh as he walks me over to the small group.

Steve puts his arm around my shoulders.

Again? Really?

“Y/n! I was just telling Nancy that I was thinking about having a little party at my house.”

“Tonight?” I look up at him. “No.”

“No? I’m sorry but that isn’t an option sweetheart.” Steve tightens his grip.

“Oh, god. Look” Carol turns.

Steve looks up, “Oh, god. That’s depressing.”

It was Jonathan. Dred overcame me. Will…

Steve squeezed me again, pulling me out of my head. Nancy was over talking with Jonathan.

“Sooooooo. You will be providing our drinks for tonight. Right?”

I rolled my eyes. “Okay.”

Tommy and Carol laughed and kissed.

“Can I go now?” I tried to wiggle out of his grip.

“Fine, fine!” He lifted his hands. “See you tonight.”

I scoff, “Absolutely not, I’ll send it with Nancy.”

I turned and left. I was hoping this test would be easy enough so I could leave soon.

—

Well. I tried but I definitely failed that test..

I snuck out the doors and got my bike..

I swear, if Hop is here again..

No one said my name, so off I went.

When I got to the house, Mike and El were in his room.

“His name’s Yoda! He can use the Force to move things with his mind– like this!”

Mike pushed all of the toys off the table. Then he picked up a dinosaur.

“Oh, this is my dinosaur, Rory. Look, he has a speaker in his mouth so he can roar!”

He pressed a button and Rory roared.

“Oh hey y/n! I am showing El some of my stuff!”

El smiles at me and starts looking at Mike’s bookshelf.

Mike follows El. “Oh! These are my science fair trophies. We got first every year. Except for last year, when we got third– Mr. Clarke said it was totally political.”

She smiles as she looks at the trophies and pictures. Then she froze.

I followed her gaze to one of the pictures. It was one from a couple years ago when they made a Volcano.. thing.

She pointed to Will. “You know Will? Did you see him? Last night? On the road?”

She didn’t say anything, just kept staring at it.

We heard a car pull up and Mike ran to the window.

“We gotta go!”

He grabs me and El and runs down stairs.

Mrs. Wheeler walks in and Mike pulls us back upstairs.

“Ted? Is that you?”

Fuuuck…

“Just me, mom!”

I turned to look at him.

“Mike?? What are you doing home?”

“One second!”

He pulls us into his room and shuts the door.

“Wha–”

He tries to pull El in his closet.

“In here. I’ll be right back, okay?”

She doesn’t move.

“Please, you have to get in, or my mom, she’ll find you. Do you understand?”

He looks over at me, panicking.

“I won’t tell her about you. I promise.”

She looks confused. “Promise?”

“It means something that you can’t break. Ever.”

“Michael?” Mrs. Wheeler sounds closer.

“Come on–” I reached out to her. “I’ll be with you.”

El grabs my hand and walks into the closet.

I turn to Mike, “Hide my bike, and I am not here!”

He nods and shuts the door.

El starts breathing faster and holds my hand tighter.

I look over at her. Her eyes are closed and she is backed up against the wall.

“El?” I get closer to her and start to sit down. “Hey, hey, hey. Just breathe okay? Slowly.”

She slides down and tries to control her breathing. Tears start falling down her face.

I pulled her in, “Shhhh.. It’s okay. I’m here. We’re okay.”

Mike, hurry up.

I held on to her, whispering encouragement.

“Eleven? Y/n? Is everything okay? El?”

Mike opens the door and kneels.

“Mike.” El looked at him.

“Is everything okay?”

I looked over at El, my arms still around her.

She nodded to Mike.

Mike looked at me, “Are you sure?”

El lifted her head and tried to smile, “Promise.”

—

Dustin and Lucas looked at El.

“Are you out of your mind!” Lucas was pissed.

“Just listen to me.”

“And you promised!” Lucas turned to me.

“Well–” I started.

“She knows about Will!” Mike interrupted.

Dustin perked up, “What do you mean she knows about Will?”

Mike started explaining everything to them and I sat next to El.

“Then why doesn’t she tell us?” Lucas looks over at El. “Do you know where he is?”

He grabs El, “DO YOU KNOW WHERE WILL IS?”

El looks scared, “Lucas! Stop!” I stand up.

“You’re scaring her!”

Lucas turns to Mike, “She should be scared!” He turns back to El. “If you know where he is, tell us!”

I step in between Lucas and El. “Knock it off, Lucas!”

“This is nuts!” Lucas turns towards Mike again. “We have to tell your mom.”

“No! Eleven said telling any adult would put us in danger.”

“What kind of danger?” Dustin sounded scared.

“Her name is Eleven?” Lucas mocked.

“El for short.” Mike shot back.

“Mike!” Dustin regained his attention. “What kind of danger!?”

I spoke up, “Like kill all of us and our family, Danger!”

Mike pretended to shoot Dustin and Lucas with finger guns.

Lucas swatted Mike's hand away. “No, no, no! We’re going back to Plan A. We’re telling your mom.” He walks over to the door.

“Are you mental?” I started to follow him.

Lucas opens the door.

BANG!

It slams shut.

We all looked at the door in silence.

Lucas tries to open it again.

BANG!

It slams shut again. The room shook from its force. I can hear it locking.

We all turn to look at El. Blood dripped from her nose.

“No.”

—

To say dinner was awkward, was an understatement.

The boys where just picking at their food, Mrs. Wheeler was getting suspicious.

“Something wrong with the meatloaf?”

Dustin answers first, “Oh, no, I had two bologna sandwiches… I don’t know why.”

Lucas shyly agrees.

“It’s delicious, Mommy.” Nancy looks over to Mrs. Wheeler.

I roll my eyes and take a deep breath. “You’re meatloaf never misses, Mrs. Wheeler.”

She smiles at me, “Thank you, Y/n!”

“So there’s this.. special assembly thing tonight.. for Will at the school field. Barb’s driving.” Nancy takes the opportunity to set up her lie.. Great.

“Why am I just hearing about this?” I look over my cup at Mrs. Wheeler, then back at Nancy.

She looks caught off guard. “I thought you knew..”

“I told you, I don’t want you out after dark until Will is found.”

“I know, I know,” Nancy interrupts, “but it’d be super weird if I’m not there. I mean, everyone’s going.” I look at the boys, ready for what is coming next.

Mrs. Wheeler sighs, “Just.. be back by ten.”

Nancy nods, smiling down at her food.

“Why don’t you take y/n and the boys too.”

There it was.. Shit..

“No!” they all say in a panic. I close my eyes in annoyance.

Mrs. Wheeler looks over at Mike, “Don’t you think you should be there? For Will?”

Mike chokes on his milk and I open my eyes. El is walking down the stairs. Mrs. Wheeler starts to turn around when Dustin bangs on the table. Holly whines.

“Sorry.. Spasm.”

Holly looks like she’s about to cry.. El goes down to the basement. I sigh, “Holly, it’s okay! Just a loud noise. Look! Yummy green beans!!”

—

Nancy pulled me aside after dinner.

“Save it.” I drew a crude map. “There is a shed right off this road. You will take TWO packs of beer. And don’t be stupid, I know how many there are. This key opens the shed. Lock. It. Back.” I handed her a small key with a Black Sabbath key chain.

She looked at me in shock. “Uh, okay.. Thanks.”

“Hey Nance,” I sighed, “Be careful. Steve has a lot charm but–”

“I know, I know. I’ve heard all the rumors.” She went to turn around.

I grabbed her arm, “No, and I wouldn’t call them rumors.. But he has a good heart. Tommy and Carol are the real issues. They will use everything you say against you. Just, please be cautious.”

She looked at me sadly, “Okay– Thanks.”

—

I head down stairs, the boys are huddled around each other. El walks over to the DND table. We all surround her.

“What’s the weirdo doing?” I cut my eyes towards Lucas.

She lifts the little Wizard piece– “Will.”

Dustin’s eyes get wide, “Superpowers.”

Lucas rolls his eyes and Mike sits next to El.

“Did you see him? On Mirkwood? Do you know where he is?”

El throws the other pieces on the floor and flips the board upside down. She put the Wizard in the middle of the upside down board.

“I don’t understand.” Mike said.

“Hiding.”

“Will is hiding?”

She nods.

I cock my head to the side, “Underground?”

El furrows her brow.

“From the bad men?” Mike asked, disregarding me.

She shakes her head no.

“Then from who?”

She pulls out another piece.. The Demogorgon.

Dustin sighs and puts his hands on his head.

Shit..

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bnggossip · 4 months

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It's refreshing to see an asshole that doesn't care. Here's to baybay!

You're not wrong! Long live the devil! So long as he doesn't go fucking soft again. Stick to something for once, please.

#adamc.

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corneroffandom · 7 months

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Weekly Writing Update #63 (September 17th, 2023)

Second week in a row that had some decent writing, I think I finally have a good writing schedule worked out that doesn't completely take away from everything else I need to do in a day. Although I have no doubt I'll be able to finish Connections this week, I'm not sure how October will go writing wise, I have a lot of projects that I'd like to finish before NaNoWriMo, and it's a little overwhelming. I just have to keep reminding myself that any progress will be good progress! We'll see how it goes. I'm also in the process of writing a Better Than You BayBay fic that I just started last night, wanted to have it finished this weekend but I'll do my best to have it done before Wednesday. We'll see.

Didn't necessarily want to end this on a sad note, but you know how it goes. News just broke today that Billy Miller, one of my favorite soap opera actors from the last fifteen years, passed away Friday. I haven't gotten to see him in much since he left General Hospital in 2019, but I adored every time that I did, and he will be missed. I hope he's found peace.

Back to Basics: 600 World Wrestling Digidestined: 533 Encontrar una Manera: 578 Encontrar una Manera bonus story: 205 New Years drabbles: 146 Sixteen: 114 Renatus: 150 Passenger: 204 Evidence: 169 Connections: 2405 Better: 407 In total: 5511 Annual Word Count: 113103 New fic plot notes: 3 Team Work chapters booked: 0 Old fics uploaded to AO3: 0

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angelplummie · 3 years

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Hey baybay 😚😚😚😚

Can I pleaseee request a super angsty cheating imagine?? It can be headcons for a few haikyuu characters or you can just choose any character you would like!!

I just like really wanna feel the angst yk?? 🥺🥺

Thank you my love 😚💗💗

hey so i did this in one sitting 😍 it’s not very good HOWEVER i hope u enjoy none the less !! adore u guys. Also! if i haven’t gotten to ur event request yet i will do it soon! sorry for the wait i just went back to school so i haven’t had a bunch of time! p.s sorry the kageyama one is so short @toshigimmemilk

WHY THEY CHEAT

angst

ushijima x reader, daichi x reader, kageyama x reader

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warnings: cheating (obvi)

KAGEYAMA

He was scared

“Don’t give me that bullshit”

“It’s true.”

“I don’t care if it’s true, I don’t want to fucking hear it,” you sigh tearily,

“If you’re scared grab a fucking blankie, or actually talk to me like an adult. Don’t fuck some rando in my fucking house.”

You were crying but your anger still made him wilt into himself.

‘Afraid of how you made him feel’. Fucking disgusting.

“I said I’m sorry! i don’t want to throw this away! Please!”

He took your hand.

“What can I do? What can I do to fix this? tell me and i’ll do anything.”

“You can’t do anything for me anymore. Just get out of my house, please.”

USHIJIMA

you were too much

“I’m sorry Y/N. I’m sorry I didn’t talk to you, I’m sorry I hurt you, I’m so sorry.”

He was crying, but you didn’t really get it. He clutched at your hands, crouched in front of you, tears streaming down his blotchy face. You were dead behind the eyes, far away from here, from him. You remember the start, when you were so young, so naive. You thought it would be better to lie, pretending you were quite and reserved, happy with minimal chit-chat, content with little affection. You thought it would be better to keep your personality and tastes under wraps just to hold onto him, not to make a nuisance of yourself. You loved him, you could change for him.

As time went on, you grew closer, more and more infatuated with each other. Trusting in him, you decided you could stop tweaking yourself, you thought you could be yourself around him, be a little louder than before, a little more clingy, and little more demanding.

You wish you had faked it longer.

The real you drove him away, how you felt was too much work, you were too much work.

Not only did you drive him away, you drove him into someone else’s arms.

You needed more affection than he could give, it was so easy to call her up, and relax. You could be so loud nowadays, and she was like a detox, helping him be rid of the edge of annoyance that your constant chatter could bring on. He still loved you, but... you were different now.

You were worse.

He only realised what he’d done when you’d found out. He realised he still loved you, but he didn’t know if it was in that way anymore.

“Ushijima,” Your voice was shakier than you liked, and he wasn’t fond of it either.

He waited patiently for you to continue anyway, however much it stung that you used his last name. He understood, he couldn’t ask anything of you anymore. He could only listen.

“You don’t want me still, do you?”

He paused. He wasn’t going to say it directly, but if you asked, he couldn’t lie.

“No, Y/N. But I-“

“Then there’s nothing else to say. I can just... um, I’m going to-“

Swallowing, you made to continue, but your face burned, and you couldn’t see. Your tears were fat in your eyes, blurring your vision.

You gave up pretending to be numb, and hunched forwards, letting your sobs overtake you. He shuffled back and covered his mouth with his forearm to muffle his own gasps, eyes scrunched with remorse. He hated seeing you like this, despite what he did. He cared about you, whether he realised it before or not. But he did this to you, so he was going to sit here and take it until you sent him away.

DAICHI

he didn’t know

Everything was perfect.

He wouldn’t change a thing.

He loved you, he loved you so much. More than he’s ever loved anything.

But when a pretty girl made eyes at him from across the bar, he faltered anyway. He didn’t want for anything with you. You were attentive, affectionate, understanding, stunning. Even as she led him away, he was questioning why he was there, what the hell he was doing. But her lips felt so nice, just like yours had felt that morning when you kissed him goodbye before work, and her touch was as soft as yours, just as inviting.

He knew it wasn’t good enough to say he didn’t know, but it was the only full truth.

He wish he knew but the question still remained,

Why?

“Why?”

“I don’t know, Y/N,” He said hoarsely.

“You what?” Your voice trembled, with misery or rage he couldn’t tell.

“I don’t know. She just... She came up to me, and I didn’t... I don’t know why.”

You scoffed, and flounced down onto the dining room chair, aggressively taking a sip of bottled water and closing the cap in a scramble. You were so angry you couldn’t think. He had betrayed you, ruined your perfect life together, and he wouldn’t tell you why.

“Really Daichi, the least you could do is tell me. Don’t try and spare my feelings now.”

“I really- I really don’t know. We were- are perfect. There’s nothing wrong with anything.” He had covered his face with his hands, resting all his weight on the wall. He was becoming hysterically, and he knew it was selfish to fall apart in front of you when he gave in at the lightest flirtation.

“I’m just pathetic and-and weak, and I love you. I love you so much Y/N, I don’t want this to end.”

You sighed and ran your fingers through your hair, tugging to the point of slight pain.

“I can’t ever trust you again, sawamura.”

Your voice had softened, but still held firm.

That’s was when he knew he’d lost you.

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daddyhausen · 1 year

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could i request nsfw headcannon promt 39 with damian priest?

• headcannon — damian priest •

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{ masterlists } | { wwe masterlist } | { damian priest masterlist }

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{ warnings } — 18 + { minors do not interact }, oral sex { female receiving }, male + female orgasms, fingering, multiple orgasms, squirting, gentle sex, daddy kink, little space, dd/lg dynamic, penetrative sex, vaginal sex, unprotected sex, internal cumshot, vaginal creampie

{ word count } — 682

{ pairing } — fem!reader x damian priest

{ genre } — smut

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{ 39 } — don’t be afraid, it’s just me

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his tongue nestled between your thighs

fingers spreading your sweet folds as your wetness gathered on the calloused pads of his fingertips

you squirmed at his touch

the sensation brought a wave of arousal deep in your stomach

trying to pry yourself away as the stimulation became almost unbearable

“don’t be afraid, it’s just me”

his voice graced your ears with deep, soothing thrums

bringing the worries in your mind to ease for a moment.

he moaned into your cunt, the vibrations rumbling through your core

against your clit as he twirled your sensitive pearl, pressing his tongue hard against it

“such a sweet little pussy…” he growled into your warmth

using his free hand to pull you closer into his fingers and tongue

“and it’s all mine, isn’t that right princess?”

“mmm…y-yes daddy…”

his fingers increased their speed

his eyes stared lustful daggers into yours

maintaining eye contacts as he brought you closer and closer to release

you squeezed your eyes shut

tightly gripping the pink bunny plushie he bought you

pressing it tightly between your breasts.

“eyes on me princess”

you peered down to meet his gaze

trying so desperately to keep your eyes open

“daddy…please!” you whined

“please what?”

“please…please let me cum!”

he smirked into your cunt, replacing his tongue with the pad of his thumb

swirling circles into your aching clit

three fingers filling your tight hole, pumping roughly

he slowly littered kisses across your inner thigh

occasionally lightly biting down into the supple flesh.

“cum for me baby, let daddy taste you”

you could not control the force of your orgasm as he brought he tongue back down to your clit

sweetness coating the appendage as you cried out in pleasure.

“such a good girl…”

he pried his fingers from your dripping cunt, quickly bringing them to his lips, relishing in your taste

“…and you taste so wonderful”

he leaned down pressing a chaste kiss to your lips

you moaned into the kiss loveing the taste of yourself on his tongue

“you want daddy’s cock, princess?”

you nodded frantically, mind still hazy from your previous orgasm

he positioned himself at your side

making himself comfortable as he pecked small kisses into your shoulder blade

he propped your left leg up, positioning himself between your thighs once more

you let out a small whimper as he pushed his tip into your cunt

burying your head into the bunny plushie with a small moan

“feel good, baby?”

you nodded once more, slowly pushing your hips back against his

“s-so b-big…”

you whined as you sunk deeper into his cock

feeling him stretch out your tight walls

“such a good little girl you are, taking my thick cock like this”

your mind grew numb to his words, your only focus was to achieve another wonderous orgasm

he noticed the way your hips thrashed back against his

trying so hard to take every inch of his size

“that’s it baby. take all of my cock, nice and deep”

“f-feels so good, d-daddy”

he growled into the crook of your neck,

feeling your tight cunt clench around his size,

his orgasm grew near, overcome with such arousal that he was too far gone

“you want daddy to fill you up, princess? make you his little breeding toy?”

the whine you let out was more than enough of an answer for him

although you still decided to voice it yourself

“please please daddy! fill me with your cum, i need it please!”

he tilted your head back, planting a rough kiss to your lips

his hot seed filled you to the brim, painting your walls white upon his release

“fuck-“ he grunted as your pretty cunt milked him of every last drop

he remained inside you for the moment, bringing a hand down to once again toy with your cunt

swirling circles into your pretty clit until you released around his size

sweetness gushing around his shaft

flooding the bedsheets and your thighs

“why don’t i run you a bath and then we can get some rest? how does that sound princess?”

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poedamneron01 · 3 years

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INJURY PRONE

Kenny Omega x f!reader

summary: reader is in the main event of Dynamite against her good friend Britt, gets seriously injured during it, though they finish the match. Kenny is there waiting, worriedly, along the the rest of The Elite.

Fluff and worried Kenny.

Warnings: mentions of injury, some violence (wrestling) and swearing.

A/N: I apologise for how bad this is folks, but please enjoy it!!

Kenny Masterlist

It was time for your big main event match with your best friend, Britt Baker, but enemies in your storyline for the last six months. You stood at the gorilla, stretching and warming up your muscles to prepare yourself for the next thirty minutes of pain and exciting moves. “Alright, so Y/N you are taking the win tonight.” Cody stated as he stood up and walked over to stand in front of you and Britt “Good luck out there, you both deserve this more than anyone.” He smiled his famous Cody Rhodes smile, and you looked over at Britt “Lets fucking kill this shit.” She grinned and pulled you in for a tight hug “Alright!” Cody cheered and clapped his hands together, before he returned to his seat and slipped on his headset. From behind you and Britt, loud voices echoed down the hall causing us to turn around and spot The Elite, being lead by Kenny towards you and Britt. Adam walked over from behind Kenny and greeted his wife, giving her a kiss good luck, while Kenny walked over, being flanked by Matt and Nick, and stood in front of you “We know you don’t need it Y/N,” Matt paused as Brandon made himself visible while holding up the vlog camera, filming for BTE, “But good luck and fucking kill it out there for us.” Nick grinned and you chuckled “Boys, I don’t need your good luck, I’ll be coming home with that title.” You played along as your music began playing “I’m tired of doing this to the women!” You yelled into the camera, and Brandon stopped recording “Good luck, I’m proud of you.” Kenny took hold of your hand and leaned down, pecking your lips quickly. You sent him a wink “Love you.” You told him and he grinned, his curls bobbing ontop of his head “I love you too.” You turned away from him and began making your way out too the ring for your match.

***

The match had been incredible thus far, the crowd was completely loving it and everything had been going right “Toss me into the steel steps.” You muttered to Britt on the mat where you lay after she power bombed you. Britt stood up and pushed you out of the ring, she took hold of your hand and whipped you towards the steel steps fast and hard. You hit the steps with an awfully loud bang, but managed to hit them at an awkward angle. “Fuck!” You yelped in pain as your ribs came into direct contact with the edge, and your hand flew up to hold them.

“Shit.” Kenny mumbled as he, Nick, Matt, Brandon and Adam stood backstage watching the match on the tiny monitors. “Man, if this isn’t one of the best women’s matches I’ve seen, then I don’t know what is.” Brandon commented and Kenny ignored him as he noticed your pained expression while holding your ribs. “She’s busted her ribs.” Kenny ran a hand through his curls and Nick grimaced “I never wish broken ribs on anyone.” Matt clapped Kenny’s shoulders as Adam watched on proudly “She will be fine, if she has wrestled you, she can handle it you big baby.”

The crowd began roaring as Britt pulled out some tables and a black bag, placing them in the ring, before coming over and tossing you back into the ring. The pain at your ribs increased with every move you made, your face was contorted with pain every time you breathed, and you automatically knew you had broken your ribs. Britt began setting up the tables in the corner and holding up the black bag with a sadistic grin “You are done Y/N.” She screamed down at you as you slowly got back up to your feet, watching as she poured the contents out of the bag onto the ring. You internally groaned as you seen the hundreds of thumbtacks all over the ring. Britt turned around, and you hit her with a superkick, stunning her, before you pulled her over towards the table perched in the corner. You ran to the opposite corner, before running back at Britt, going to spear her through the table, but she moved and you went crashing through the table head first. You brought your arms up and cradled your neck as the crowd booed louder as Britt sauntered around the ring, she then walked over and picked you up, pulling you up and Irish whipping you into the ropes. Britt ran at you and attempted a clothesline, but you dodged it, running to the opposite ropes and bouncing off, hitting her with a deadly V-trigger that echoed and you knew Kenny would be proud. You hit her with a couple more, before dragging her towards the thumbtacks and hitting her with your finisher. You both cried out in pain as the tiny tacks pierced your skin, and you pinned her “1…2…3!” The bell rung and your theme hit as the match was finally finished, you were finally champion. The ref handed you your belt and lifted your arm up as the crowd cheered and chanted “Y/N! Y/N!” You grinned and quickly left the ring as Britt’s little minions ran down to attack you. You stumbled up the ramp and held the belt in front of the the camera “All Elite Baybay!” You mocked with a smirk, before stumbling backstage.

The pain at your ribs was even worse now, as expected, and tears swelled in your eyes as you stumbled down the stairs to see the entire locker room applauding you. “I need some help.” You rasped out, falling to your knees and holding your side in pain. “Get the docs here!” Cody called as the cheering subsided and a presence was felt beside you “Y/N, baby, is it your ribs?” You could tell immediately that it was Kenny, with his soothing and calm voice you let out a shaky breath “I’m pretty sure I’ve broken them, but the pain is just…” you trailed off and shook your head as the pain got even worse with every breath you took. Kenny gently took hold of your face in his larger hands, and you made eye contact “I’m proud of you, that match was fucking insane.” He smiled, which caused you to chuckle, though quickly grimace in pain “Shut up, it hurts to breath.” You sent him a playful smile as the doctors knelt beside you, where Kenny pressed a loving kiss onto the top of your head. The docs helped you up off the floor, and you held on for dear life “Are you having trouble breathing?” The doctor asked and you nodded as they walked you carefully towards the medical rooms and sat you on a bed. “I have pain in my chest too.” Kenny stood beside the bed, biting his nails anxiously as the doctors checked on your ribs and a pained expression settled onto your face. “We’re going to call an ambulance for you and get some scans done, it does seem like you have a punctured lung.” You looked up at Kenny with a half smirk “I totally botched that hit into the steps.” You chuckled, but immediately regretted it with the searing pain, Kenny rolled his eyes with a smile “Shut up, the match was amazing, you did great.” He leaned down and pecked your lips, conscious of the PDA. You smiled “I love you, thank you for believing in me Ken.” He smiled “Anything for you babe.” You reached up and pulled him in for a hug, breathing in his cologne as pain free as possible “You are amazing Y/N.” He muttered just loud enough for you to hear and your cheeks reddened out of embarrassment “By the way the V-trigger was hot as hell.” You grinned as he pecked your jawline a few times “Yeah?” You smirked as he pulled away so you both were so close to one another. But your moment was interrupted by the door getting slammed open “Y/N!!!” Matt yelled with a grin and open arms “Too sweet baabyyyy!” You exclaimed, though again, grimaced in pain causing the guys to all laugh “What did the doc say?” Nick asked sitting at your feet “Possibly a punctured lung.” Nick groaned and squirmed in pain “How aren’t you in more pain?” Brandon asked in surprise “I’m in a lot of fucking pain.” You grinned and the guys all laughed. You felt Kenny run his hand over your messy hair softly, causing you to look up at him with hooded eyes.

You were one lucky girl.

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