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How aew men react to someone disrespecting their gfs
nick wayne x female reader, darius martin x female reader, hook x female reader, action andretti x female reader, dante martin x female reader, Eddie kingston x female reader, ricky starks x female reader
AEW BOYS React to: You Being Disrespected/Them Protecting You
Word Count: 1K
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Warning: GIFS AINT MINE, mentions of explicit language, slightly suggestive language
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Nick Wayne:
Okay, in my mind NICK IS A BABY
HE JUST WANTS PEACE
So he’ll ask for an apology from the person and but they refuse…In fact, they double down
And he just gets to fighting; lunging and tackling the person
But I think he’ll blackout fight
Like he didn’t even know he threw a punch until you pulled him off the other dude/person
Nick would be in shock at his actions, he’s shocked that he was that angry
He doesn’t like physical confrontation HES JUST A BABY
Would definitely buy you anything after that to make it up to you
But if he sees them again, it’s on and poppin
Darius Martin
Okay, tbh yall can go back (light years away) to find when I wrote Darius defending the reader against Sammy Guevara (ew)
But I believe that Darius is very diplomatic
Like he’ll fight with words first
He be like trying to create distance between you and the person
Constantly getting in their face and telling em to back up
Hates when you feel uncomfortable and tries to keep his anger at bay so that way you don’t get frightened
HOWEVER
I do think that Darius would wait for your approval to punch the person or lay hands on them
Him: looks back for approval
You: sighs yea
He doesn’t care who is around, he wants to send a message that you should never be disrespected
Ricky Starks
Okay like I always say…Ricky is a sassy and bold man
So I see him verbally assaulting the person before any punches are thrown
“You have the nerve to talk like that to my girl? In that outfit? Your parents must be so disappointed”
Ricky would just tell you to pay no mind to the person but they kept pushing his buttons
So he did what any gentleman would do
He calmly placed you at the side, turned to the disrespectful person, and calmly whispered in their ear
The person would then make a disgusted face and quickly walk away; mumbling an apology to you
Ricky wouldn’t tell you what he did, all he said was “Let’s go back to having a gorgeous day, beautiful.”
It was like you saw a switch go off…
But he then tells you the only disrespectful thing you’re gonna take is THAT PIPE IN YO-
Dante Martin (okay, idk why but Dante has been on the front of my mind recently….SO MY BABY)
If you have seen various tag matches with him and Darius, Dante is more of a hot-head/impulsive person
I also think because of him putting on weight (HAVE YALL SEEN HIS BACK?? OMG I JUST WANNA-)
He has found new confidence in protecting you, a task he doesn’t take lightly
So I think he will punch first, ask questions later
But it’s so bad that Darius or any of The Lads would have to hold him back
Yeah, after that he’s quiet as a mouse
He’ll only be thinking about how he can better protect you
If someone tries you again, I think he would try to use his words
…
But that doesn’t work so he’ll just go back to punching people left and right
Hook
Mr. Nice Guy
JUST KIDDING
He’s a silent killer, we all knew that
So if anything he’s choking out bitches left and right
Without hesitation like it happens so fast and you didn’t even know how he managed to it
Like are you dating the cold-heart handsome devil or Sonic the Hedgehog
But what makes it funnier is that he’s choking out a person with a straight ass face
Like no struggling or strain on his face
AND THEN
He gets up and continues the conversation that you two were previously having
Like he didn’t wasn’t your shining knight
“So yeah I like Cool Ranch more than Nacho Cheese”
Action Andretti
Andretti is a sweetheart and I think at first glance he doesn’t look that intimidating
So I think some people be underestimating him
But once he heard you get uncomfortable and disrespected, he quietly moved you aside before yelling in the other person’s face
You never saw him this angry so you kind of were in shock
And then you saw Andretti’s fist curl up so you were trying to pull him away but he stayed firm
“No, this bastard will apologize to you first. Then we can leave”
Although you were in shock by your boyfriend’s behavior, you can’t lie
It did turn you on
As soon as the dude left, you complimented your boyfriend and thanked him
He was trying to say you’re welcome but he saw that glint in your eyes and knew immediately how to show that you had the best boyfriend around
SO HE LAID THE WOOD-
Eddie Kingston:
MANS WILL NOT TAKE IT
Remember how he threw that TV at JAS? Yeah, he’s throwing everything in sight
I think everyone needs to understand that Eddie motherfucking Kingston is a ride-and-die friend
He will scorch the earth to ensure that you are defended
Any and all DMX songs are playing in his head while he’s doing so
He doesn’t tolerate disrespect at any time
So he and his friends will actively look for the person who disrespected you
Once he finds them, he pulls them aside
“Listen partna, you disrespected my girlfriend back there…don’t you think you outta apologize?” (Holds fork up to the person’s eye)
Would come back with a chunk of the person’s hair as a trophy and peace offering to you
To this day, Eddie would not tell you how he managed to get such a big chunk of the dude’s hair
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Headcanon or SMAU of Ricky and an out of pocket reader? She's also a wrestler but does youtube as well
She is shameless but she loves her man!!
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Surrender
Pairing: Ricky Starks x Reader
Warnings/Promises: Angst, canon-level violence
Word Count: 850
Note: Doing a bit of a character study for a larger work thats about to come out. In the words of the Dread Pirate Roberts: "To the Pain" ->
The roar of the crowd echoed in your head like a pack of wolves baying for blood. Just feet from you, caged in by ring ropes and across a desert of canvas, the love of your life battled for you.
Already you could see the bruises forming on his skin. The bright welt across his chest from the slaps. The dark gelatinous forms around his ribs from punches and kicks. But what worried you the most was how Joe’s elbows were hungry to catch Ricky’s throat. If he did that, it would end the match.
Every so often, Joe glanced your way. The match progressed, and Ricky’s offense moved slower and slower. And Joe’s face slid with ease into a smug grin as the end glared inevitable.
“I need to ask you something.” You twisted the traitorous cloth around your fingers. Small enough to hide from Ricky on your way down to the match. Large enough to weigh like a boulder of guilt in your pocket. You swallowed as Britt waited for you to continue. “What do you do? When Adam is going to far; when you both know he won’t return to you in one piece?”
She tasted several answers on her tongue before answering. “You be there for him. Stand there. Watch the pain, feel it burn in your lungs. And you give it back to him as a strength that will motivate him either to the finish or the end. But my experiences… they’re not like what you’re going to have to endure. I’m sorry I can’t be more help.”
“That’s alright. Thank you.”
The ring shook as Ricky bounced off the ropes, hurtling towards his target. His eyes gleamed with focus and determination. Despite what advice Britt had given you, the cheers and praise you wanted to give him died on your lips. Mostly you could manage a smile when he looked your way. One that he would return. And then shift back to the matter at hand.
Still, your lungs quaked.
If he won: he was number one contender. If he tapped out: Joe was number one contender. And you would work for him instead. No pinfall. No count-outs. No disqualifications. Submission only.
You knew him. His match with Danielson was before you joined the roster as Ricky’s valet. And before the feelings developed. You hated how you longed for his touch after matches now. Wanting to feel and know that he was okay like you had never needed before. Ricky wouldn’t tap. He had passed out instead of tapping to Danielson’s brutal victory. The recovery period had, apparently, been more brutal than what the cameras revealed.
Would you be able to survive them with him?
Would the potential championship be worth it?
Then, your nightmare came to fruition.
Joe’s grip caught Ricky’s wrist. With a quick tug, your love was in his arms. Joe turned so you could see his face contort, so you could see him gasp for air. And behind him, like a grinning gargoyle ready to spill a waterfall of brimstone on your dreams, Joe watched you. He waited. Listened. Patiently paused his malice to see what you would do.
“Here.” Joe drifted out of the shadows and handed you a small square of white. “He’s going to need it.”
The fabric seemed to burn your hands. But Joe refused to take it back.
“We both know him. You better than most. He won’t tap. To keep you near he’d rather hold hot coals than let me borrow you.” He stepped near, trapping you against the wall. “I won’t need you long. I promise. Once the title’s mine, you can go back to him. But he’s in my way of getting my title back. If he wants to have a bit of a rematch after I hold gold, he’s welcome to it. Until then,” he nodded at the cloth, “think about it. And what’s best for him.”
Biting your bottom lip, you dragged the surrender out of your pocket.
Ricky’s eyes, already drooping shut from wont of oxygen, widened. He did his best to shake his head. Holding out his hand, he rasped, “reach for me.”
Your hand slid between the ropes. Though your fingertips would never be able to touch, maybe your closer proximity could help him find a way out?
The grip tightened around his throat, and Joe fell to one side. His leg pinned down Ricky’s flailing limbs.
You watched the glow fade from his eyes. His gaze, glazed and empty, never moved from where he knew you to be. But his lips were already taking on a purple hue.
Joe nodded at the square in your hands.
Against your will, it dragged your hand up to the bottom rope, draping the white fabric where everyone could see it.
“No! Y/N, I’ll-” Ricky coughed, forcing a smidgen of oxygen into his lungs. “I’ll be alright. Don’t.”
Without sound, you whispered, “I’m sorry.”
“Y/N!”
Before you could think about it, your knees bit into the apron and you caught the attention of the referee. Eyes brimming with tears, you tossed in the towel, ending the match.
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Flirting with Ricky Starks hc?
Ricky is a huge flirt, so you don't think anything of it at first
A few people backstage tease you about Ricky liking you, but you brush them off
Ricky dials back the lines and borderline fuckboi snaps to a more genuine approach
He tries hard not to cross any lines and act too much like a boyfriend
You do notice Ricky acting a little sweeter, even if you already thought he was the nicest guy in the world
Ricky is on the verge of giving up when you tell him that if he keeps it up, you're going to end up heartbroken
That prompts a whole discussion where you tell Ricky that you've always found him attractive, but thought he just wanted to be your friend
Ricky admits that he was genuinely flirting with you before and then asks you out to dinner after Collision while the two of you are still in the city
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Stroke Daddy Knows Best
summary : You find yourself getting hot after watching one of Ricky's famous promos and he gives you something to suck on-
pairing : ricky starks × afab!reader
cw : mature, 18+, smut, fluff, oral (m!receiving), daddy dom kink if you squint
a/n : It's been a long ass time since I wrote anything so please take it easy on me. 🖤 My writing is definitely not the best, but I hope some can enjoy it all the same. 😊 This is also my first time writing wrestling fanfiction. Reblogs are very much appreciated! No stealing my work!
word count : 1,275 words
tag list : @josiewrites
gif credit : @allelitewrestlings
You watched Ricky Starks from backstage while he roasted Jericho on his promo. Tony Khan made you be Ricky's assistant for the time being, no matter how many times you told Tony it wasn't a good idea because of the the sexual tension which seemed to build between you and Ricky recently.
Tony had told the two of you that you would make for a cute couple but you were always shy compared to Ricky, so he had you work together and your confidence seemed to boost the more time you spent at AEW and with Ricky.
Sitting upon a crate backstage in the catering area, you crossed your legs while opening up bottled water.
Taking a big sip from the bottle, you looked up at the tv screen a few feet away.
Some of the other talent sat around eating, one person in particular took a seat next you but you couldn't really make out who it was just by glacing from the corner of your eye.
While watching Ricky's promo, you were used to his usual antics but when he tugged at the Gucci belt and said, 'But if you're looking for something to suck...' Your cheeks went from their usual shade to a pink hue.
A chuckle fell from your lips when watching JAS look disgusted, but your reaction was the complete opposite.
You spit the mouthful of water on the person sitting a few inches away from you who turned out to be MJF, soaking his suit.
This caused you to laugh even more but your cheeks were still flushed all from Ricky's promo who managed to get you all hot and bothered.
You splashed some of the water on your face but it only made things worse. To make things even more worse, Ricky was wrapping up his promo and he would be back any moment now.
MJF seemed a bit mad about his suit being soaked but also wanted to make fun of you, "Oh, poor Y/N. Spitters are quitters, you'll never have a chance with Ricky." He remarked with a scoff.
The New Orleans Native made his way toward catering. Taking a few breaths you managed to look less pink, but your cheeks still had a slight tint to them. You and Ricky had made lunch plans today, wanting to grab a bite to eat soon.
Your stomach began to grumble when walking away from MJF, thinking a few bites of food wouldn't hurt. Before you even made it to the catering table you felt yourself being grabbed from behind.
"Let me go before I give you a low bl-" Not having the chance to finish your sentence, you heard an all too familiar voice. Ricky. "Low Blow, Hm? So you did watch my promo then?" He teased, lifting you up off your feet.
You punched Ricky playfully, "Maybe."
"What can I say? You look absolutely stunning all dressed up. I'd love for you to tie me up with that Gucci belt of yours and fuck me relentlessly." You whispered in his ear, "Of course after I suck you good, my appetite is quite big."
Ricky licked his lips, "Y'know what else is big too, babygirl?"
You bit your lower lip, "Stroke Daddy's dick?"
He nodded, "Shall we take this back to my locker room and then go for lunch afterwards?"
"Of course, handsome."
One of your arms wrapped around his waist and the other gently rested on his neck.
"I never actually imagined this happening between the two of us. Even our own boss joked we would make for a cute couple. To think a year ago I was nervous to even say hi to you and now I'm hardcore crushing-" The words spilled from your lips.
"I'm so happy you decided to come over to this company, Y/N. You brighten everyone's day with your smile. Especially mine. I know you were hesitant of working with me at first but I'm happy to hear you have a crush on me - gosh, we sound like kids in junior high. Y/N, I have eyes for only you." He looked into your eyes before placing a kiss upon your cheek.
Moments later, the two of you reached his locker room and he set you down on your feet gently.
He locked the door and made sure you were comfortable before doing anything at all.
You were the first to slightly open your mouth and taste his lips with your tongue, encouraging him to let you in. Ricky opened his mouth soon after, as his tongue began to explore your warm mouth.
He sent shockwaves through your body, oh, how this man could make you feel such things from a kiss, was beyond you, but you loved every minute of it. Feeling a little bolder, you moved your hands from around his waist and began to take off his shirt which was tucked into his pants.
"Haven't you heard of the term, ladies first?" Ricky questioned with a smirk before pulling at the ends of your t-shirt, "May I?" With a swift nod of your confirmation, Ricky gently pulled the shirt over your head before peppering kisses along your neck.
Ricky's long sleeve shirt was discarded on the floor, revealing his muscular chest.
Ricky had revealed your extremely lacy bra, he licked his lips when seeing your nipples strain to tear out of the fabric. His face lit up when you stepped out of your shorts, revealing a matching thong.
The New Orleans Native wanted to put on a small show for you so he told you to take a seat on his sofa. With a gentle chuckle you closed your eyes for a brief moment and upon opening them you came to see Ricky doing his signature pose in boxers.
"You're such a goofball, but that's why I like you."
He grinned before walking over and pulling you into another kiss, "I like you too, Y/N. So much."
You both briefly took a breath of air before kissing again, then looking up at Ricky with seductive eyes as he gave you a gentle nod of permission.
You were quick to move your hand lower on his body, then finally cupping his growing erection.
"Oh", Ricky let out a moan as he bit down at his lower lip, to keep from being any louder. You slowly licked down his chest to his stomach and then lower, getting down on your knees.
Looking up at him with hooded eyes, you hooked your fingers at the hem of his boxers and slid them down freeing his erection. Looking up in his eyes the whole time you lowered your mouth onto his cock. Ricky watched you wantonly and took a large gasp when he felt the velvet warmth of your mouth surrounding his cock.
His hands entangled into your hair, as he let out an unexpected moan while you took his entire member in, sucking on him lovingly.
Ricky began to pant in pleasure as you continued to suck his length, making the 'pop' noise each time you would bob your head up and down on his cock.
You could tell Ricky was getting close just by the sheen of sweat covering his body as you moaned around his cock. You gagged on his length just to tease him which threw him over the edge.
You looked up at Ricky as he came in your mouth, swallowing soon after, and sticking your tongue out. Ricky then pulled you in for one of the sloppiest kisses ever, mumbling against your lips, "Now it's time for Stroke Daddy to please his queen."
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Hiii!! I was wondering if you can write something for Ricky Starks, anything really I’m dying!!
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dear god there is a reason why he calls himself stroke daddy!
man is kinky as fuck
although he’s not the type to convince you to try anything new if you’re not ready
when you are, he would happily oblige
he’s the midline between rough and soft
not rough enough to hurt but enough to have your mind spinning
he’s very romantic despite him absolutely rearranging your organs
he keeps his body close you yours
your head always in between his forearms so he can easily gaze upon your beautiful features
leaving a longing kiss to your lips or forehead
letting his lips linger against your skin for a moment as he whispers sweet nothings into the flesh
phone sex is common due to his profession
there have been plenty of times you’ve sent him scandalous pictures while he was waiting for his next flight
he’d have to wait until he was in his hotel room to sort out the problem you’d given him in his jeans
best believe this man will fuck you everywhere
and he does not care who sees
just so as long as they know who you belong to
almost getting caught in the locker rooms was a common occurrence
not that either of you cared
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You Are The Best Thing That’s Ever Been Mine
Pairing: Ricky Starks x female!reader
Category: Fluff/Light Smut
Word count: 1,512
Summary: When your boyfriend, Ricky Starks comes home a day early, you’re surprised and even more surprised with the gift he brings you. You want to show him just how much you love and missed him, and Ricky can’t say no to you and your loving.
Warnings: Swearing, light smut, female reader but no description of reader
Requested by: @rubyred1980 Hope you enjoy it! ❤️
You can find the original request post here!
A/N: Since you let me pick, I chose Ricky Starks because I’ve been on a Ricky kick lately, and I’ve also wrote a couple for Wheeler Yuta, and I only have one fic for Ricky. Also, yes I did title this after a line in Taylor Swift’s song Mine.
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Music was blaring from your phone as you cleaned — more like putting on a concert for your invisible audience. Using the broom as a microphone, you belted out the lyrics to your favorite song all while dancing around the living room. With every song that came on, you fell deeper and deeper into your own little world, not noticing the sound of a car pulling up in the driveway or the jingling of keys as the front door opened.
Ricky had pulled a few strings and made a few promises in order to come home a day earlier than originally planned, but it was worth it, especially when he entered the house only to see you singing and dancing like you were a superstar. In Ricky’s eyes, you were — even if you disagreed. He stood in the doorway of the living room, smiling ear to ear and watching you put on the show of a lifetime. He couldn’t fathom how he got so lucky.
You jumped, heart stopping momentarily when you finally turned around to see Ricky leaning against the doorframe. “Please continue. I’m enjoying the show, baby.” Ricky grinned as he gestured for you to continue with your performance.
Once the realization of Ricky really and truly being home sank in, you dropped the broom and rushed to him. You threw your arms around his neck, burying your face in the crook of his neck. “I missed you.” You mumbled.
Ricky wrapped one arm around your waist while he cradled the back of your head with his free hand. He had his face buried in the crook of your neck as well. “I missed you too, love.” He whispered.
You gently pulled back to look Ricky in the eyes, those beautiful dark brown eyes that you always get lost in. “Wait….. I thought you weren’t coming back until tomorrow?” You questioned as it hit you he was home a day early. “Not that I’m complaining, I’m just confused.” You clarified, not wanting him to think you didn’t want home him so soon.
Ricky chuckled. “Don’t worry about it, beautiful. All it took was a few promises.” He shrugged, leading you to the couch. “Here, sit. I brought you a surprise. You’re gonna love it!” Ricky exclaimed. He couldn’t wait for you to see his gift. As soon as he saw it, he knew he had to get it for you, it practically screamed your name.
“But wait, Ricky. What promises did you have to make?” You called after him, but it was too late, he was already out of the room and digging through his bag. You didn’t expect Ricky to get you anything — you never do, but he always does even if it is just a keychain from a gas station.
“Close your eyes! And no peaking!” He yells once he finally finds the little box containing your surprise. He couldn’t wait to see the look on your face when you open the box.
You two have been together for almost four years, and neither one of you could be any happier. There was instantly a connection between the two of you when you met all those years ago — not exactly the whole love at first sight cliché but something else.
You covered your eyes with your hands like Ricky asked. “Wanna give me a hint?” You asked, hearing his footsteps approaching. You were indifferent to surprises, on one hand you liked them because it meant whoever was surprising you thought about you, but on the other you didn’t like them because you got anxious about it — what if you didn’t like it or what if it was expensive? You hated people spending a bunch of money on you, and regardless how often you told Ricky, he always replied with telling you that you were worth every penny.
You felt the couch dip beside you, indicating Ricky had joined you. “Okay. Open your eyes.” You heard him say softly.
Removing your hands from your eyes and opening them, you see a small box in his hands. You gasped, pausing momentarily before turning to look Ricky in the eyes. “Ricky…. What is this?” You cautiously ask.
“Open it and find out!” Ricky urges. His reaction makes you think he’s more excited than you are — and he one hundred percent is.
“Okay! Okay!” You laugh, giving in and opening the small box. You gasp once more, seeing the beautiful bracelet he bought for you. It was a silver charm bracelet with the cutest music inspired charms on it. You couldn’t take your eyes off it. “Oh Ricky…. I love it!” You exclaimed after a minute, finally trusting your voice to speak. You were overwhelmed with emotion, a huge smile on your face and watery eyes. Looking up at Ricky, you see his smile matches yours, and with no hesitation, you pull him in for a love filled kiss — the first kiss since he’s come home.
Slowly breaking the kiss, Ricky clips the bracelet on your wrist. “I know how much you love music — singing, writing, playing, dancing, all of it. Your personal concerts are my favorite.” He fondly recalls the countless memories. “What do you say we put on some music, and I’ll be your backup singer and backup dancer?” Ricky suggested, standing and flipping through his phone to his music app and pressing shuffle.
To both your surprise, a slow love ballad comes on. Giggling and feeling like the luckiest woman in the world, you stand and wrap your arms around him, pulling him close. Ricky wraps his arms around you as well and begins to sway the both of you. As the song continues, it builds and soon Ricky’s twirling you around the room. No slow dance is complete without a dip, and no dip is complete without a kiss.
Helping you back upright, your eyes lock with Ricky’s. “Kiss me again, but this time, don’t stop.” You whisper, your face mere inches from his. You never have to tell Ricky more than once to kiss you. He always says your kiss are addictive, and he can never get enough. You always said the same thing about his kisses too.
Ricky crashed his lips against yours in a love filled kiss. You quickly reciprocated, not wasting another second. You pull Ricky closer to your body as you wrap your arms around his neck. You feel Ricky’s hands roaming over your back before settling on your ass as your tongues fight for dominance.
Reluctantly pulling away from him, you give him the best sultry look you can muster before turning around in his arms to grind your ass against his cock. You smirk when you hear his breath hitch and a low moan escape his lips. Ricky tilted his head towards your neck, peppering it with kisses, making sure to pay extra attention to that sensitive spot where your neck meets your shoulders. His kisses trail across your shoulder, and his fingers dance down towards your pussy. You're just getting wetter by the second, and you can feel Ricky getting harder by the second.
“Let’s move this to the bedroom.” You say, grabbing his hands and pulling him along down the hall.
“Thought you’d never ask.” Ricky teased, eyes never leaving your ass as he followed behind you.
Once in the bedroom, your lips are on Ricky’s, hands roaming all over one another before finally reaching the bed. Ricky makes quick work of removing your clothes and his too. He gently pushes you on the bed and climbs on top of you. “Let me show you how much I’ve missed you.” Ricky smirks, trailing kisses down your body.
“Not so fast.” You tell him, grabbing his arms to get his attention. “I wanna show you how much I’ve missed you first.” You say, giving him your best seductive look. “On your back.” You lightly demand.
Ricky groans at your demand, clearly you’ve discovered something new about him that you will definitely use in the future. “Yes ma’am.” He complies and follows your order.
Once on his back, you crawl up him, leaving kisses here and there. “Much better.” You whisper in his ear. “Just relax, babe. You’ll love what I have planned.” You wink, sliding down his body and settling in between his legs.
“Oh fuck.” Ricky moaned at the sight, knowing just what he was in for. He was no stranger to receiving oral from you, and he knew from experience that you knew what you were doing, leaving him completely blissed out once you finally finished.
“When I’m done, you can do whatever you want to me. I think that’s more than a fair trade, don’t you?” You said, before gently kisses the tip of cock.
“Yes… oh fuck, yes it is.” He groaned, head falling onto the pillow.
“Get comfortable, babe. I’m going to be here for a while.” You inform him, hearing his breathing instantly become heavy at your words.
Ricky was in for the night of his life, and he was glad it was with you.
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Day 26 🎃 Sexting & Wax Play
Ricky Starks x f/Reader (18+)
Requested by @cashwheelersgirl89
Warnings: Some swearing. Descriptive sexual acts. Minors do not read. Unprotected sex. Use of wax. NSFW under the cut
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RICKY STARKS POV:
My mind could only focus on one thing and one thing alone.
And that was YN, who looked fucking gorgeous as she was slowly riding me. She was wearing my favourite shirt, and it was open just enough that I could see hints of her skin.
Where the bite makes I left on her a couple of days ago are healing nicely. She looked like a freaking angel as she whispered my name into the air as her pussy clenched around me, making me gasp her name.
"You ready baby?" She asked me. I told her yes, excited to try this.
When she first mentioned trying this, I was a bit put off about it at first until I started to do my own research on it and once I gave YN the okay, she ordered it online and was waiting for me to get home from travelling.
YN was texting me all last night and this morning, waiting for me to get home.
'Your gonna look so pretty covered in this baby.'
'I'm gonna pour some when I am riding you.'
'Want you to fuck me hard baby. I have missed you.' That one was sent with a photo attached to it, which had me instantly hard.
Her on her hands and knees, looking over her shoulder at her phone and she was plunging a dildo in her pussy.
I spent the whole plane ride with half a boner and don't even get me started on the ones that came through once I turned my phone back on.
I hissed when I felt the first bit of wax land on my chest. YN waited until I gave her the okay to continue.
More and more wax was poured onto my chest but YN never once stopped riding me.
"So pretty for me love." YN said. YN went to reach for the candle again put I flipped us over and had her placed on her hands and knees.
I slapped her ass and I groaned when I saw her ass cheeks jiggle. "Been dreaming about this since you sent me that photo." I said before I slammed into her.
Her back arching as I fucked her hard and oh so fast. I reached for the wax and poured some on her back and she gasped out but didn't tell me stop.
I did that a few more times and then YN cried out my name, her pussy gripping me tight as she came.
I placed the candle back down and wrapped my arms around her waist and thrust into her as I held her close against me.
I groaned loudly as I came. My head placed in her neck, breathing in her scent. "Fuck, I have missed you baby YN."
"And I you baby."
"Now let's peal this wax off and go have a bath." I said to my girl.
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Eternity - Chapter 9
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Is has been ALMOST A YEAR. WOW. So many of you have been waiting, here it is.
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Starring - Sawyer Holden, Veronica Rodriguez, Nova Jay, Kenny Omega, Adam Page, WARHORSE, The Young Bucks and many small appearances
Word Count - 6,076
Category - Angst, violence, small comedy bits, but this is a very "dark" chapter
Chapter 9/?
Summary - Full Gear has arrived. How will this rivalry end between Sawyer and Veronica? Their lives are about to change forever.
Warnings/Comments - There's so much violence and anger and NEGATIVITY in this chapter guys. Follow @adriii-omega
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ALLELITEWRESTLING-
BREAKING NEWS : The finals to see who will be the new number one contender for Hikaru Shida’s women championship will now be decided in a Barbed Wire Death Match! The matchup of Sawyer Holden and Veronica Rodriguez will now be the MAIN EVENT of Full Gear this Sunday!
Warhorse had been lifting in a gym near his home. Music blasting through his headphones, his mind was only on this last rep. The music quieted, meaning a notification had popped up. He sighed, before bending over to pick up his phone. His eyes largened, “Oh no… no. No!” He rolled his eyes, as he already saw tweets from the other AEW wrestlers picking sides. “I got to do something. They’re gonna to fucking get hurt!” He yelled in the gym, which he thanked God was pretty much empty.
He clicked on Sawyer’s contact name and typed out a text- “I’m calling you in 30 minutes.” Warhorse saw she read it, and shut the phone off before he could see her response. He was determined to wonder what was going on through his friend’s heads, knowing that neither of them were thinking straight.
Sawyer responded to the text, before throwing her phone back down. She got back to her spot on the mat, near Lance Archer. She shouldn’t have any distractions, especially not the night before this huge match. She kept her eyes on the red spots tapped down on the punching bag. She kept going faster and even harder as Lance Archer shouted things at her, keeping the punching bag in place.
They had been training her for this match since the night after the brawl that she claims Veronica started.
“Left! Right! Stomach!” Archer watched as Sawyer was definitely hitting the targets, but holding back on her strength. He pulled the punching bag away to where she couldn’t reach.
“What the hell, Lance?” Lance put his hands on Sawyer’s shoulders, “Sawyer, you’re supposed to be my baby murderhawk. And you won’t murder shit if you don’t get your head in the game.”
Sawyer opened her mouth to protest before he interrupted, “Close your eyes. I want you to think about the match.” Sawyer huffed, closing her eyes and crossing her arms.
“Now imagine, there’s exploding barbed wire all around you. There’s kendo sticks broken everywhere, thumbtacks all over the ground. And you and Veronica are standing face to face, you’re so close to winning that championship,” Sawyer visibly felt angrier, the thought of Veronica winning consuming her, when Lance slapped Sawyer one good time across the face, “And she once again slaps the taste out your mouth.”
Sawyer opens her mouth to yell at Lance before she realizes how angry Veronica made her, stooping that low, like they weren’t even equal anymore. Sawyer opened her eyes, throwing the boxing gloves off and turning back to the punching bag.
Lance held the bag in place as Sawyer delivered punches, this time not holding back. All Sawyer could see was Veronica’s sinister smirk, wanting to beat it off her face. Sawyer’s knuckles started to throb, ignoring it continuing to attack the bag.
The thought of Veronica standing tall at the end of the match made her lose it, causing the punching bag to rip open, sand falling everywhere. Sawyer didn’t even look surprised. She didn’t know how hard Veronica was training right now, but tomorrow, nothing would matter.
Sawyer didn’t want the championship opportunity. She wanted to humiliate Veronica, teach her a lesson. Hell, Sawyer wanted to end her best friend.
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“To the soon to be champions of All Elite Wrestling!” Brandon Cutler raised his drink in one hand, while holding his camera in the other. “Introducing your soon to be tag team champions… The Young Bucks!” Matt and Nick did their signature pose, making Veronica roll her eyes with a chuckle.
“Ooo me next!” Kenny rested his hand on Veronica’s waist, and with his free arm, flexed his bicep through his shirt. “Fine.” Brandon huffed. “The man who not only will win tomorrow, but go on to defeat Jon Moxley… the Cleaner… Kenny Omega!” The group applauded, as he made a couple faces at the camera.
“Introduce my girl,” he pointed at Veronica, making her grin. “How could we forget,” Cutler said, putting her in the frame, “The lovely, Veronica!”
Matt whistled, “Sawyer or Shida don’t stand a chance.” He smugged, while Nick draped his arm around her shoulder.
“You damn right they don’t!” Cutler screamed from the other side. She looked around in bliss, spacing out as the group joked around a bit.
Nick nudged her, “You alright? You sort of zoned out on us.” The group turned their heads looking at her, “Yea. Everything is perfect. Just thinking how good we’re all gonna look with the gold tomorrow.” She raised her glass in the air, causing the rest to clink their root bears.
Veronica stifled a yawn, and sipped on her drink slowly. She squeezed Kenny’s hand making him turn his attention to her, “I’m glad you’re here.” He whispered. She gave him a toothy grin as her heart began to flutter, “I am too. Tomorrow is our night.” He kissed the inside of her palm before setting it in his lap, and continuing his conversation with Nick about a recent video game he started playing. She only heard bits, as the only thing on her mind was not wanting to let down the people around her.
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Sawyer sat her phone up on her bathroom sink, just finishing her shower. Warhorse stared at her in silence, before speaking up, “I should be there.”
“Jake-“
“No! It’s true, I felt like I could have prevented this…COME ON A DEATH MATCH?! Whose brilliant idea was that?”
“Try Kenny Omega. You think I would trust myself with that idea?” Sawyer said, finishing drying her hair. He held his hands in defense, “I’m just saying Sawyer, Veronica has won more of these matches. I just don’t want you guys to actually hurt each other out there.”
“Jake, she’s hurt me more times I could count… but when she went against the script to embarrass me on national television, that’s when I knew she was putting that mop head, a championship, and this company over our friendship... I’ve accepted that I’m not getting my best friend back. And if that’s the case, I want her to be terrified of me.”
“Sawyer you don’t mean that,” Warhorse tried to reason with her, “It’s the heat of the moment. When you win and you’re celebrating, all you’re gonna want is Veronica there with you.”
“You can fly in, right? That’ll be enough.” Sawyer tried to say sarcastically, but Jake wasn’t amused. “I mean it, Sawyer. Be a good sport about it. Even if she won’t. Things may never be the same but that doesn’t mean to make the situation worse.”
Sawyer huffed, “Alright MOM. I’ll be a good sport. I guess you got a point.”
Warhorse smiled, “I know I do. Now! Get some rest, partying is the exact opposite of what you should be doing right now.” Sawyer groaned picking up the phone, “I will…but I would like to note that you said “WHEN” I win.” She cheekily grinned, making him groan.
“Oh my god! Goodnight Sawyer! I Love you.”
“Goodnight, Jake. Love you too.” Sawyer hung up, putting her phone on her nightstand.
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Sawyer set her stuff in her locker room. Sighing to herself. So many interviewers, makeup artists, and stage hands came up to her in the fifteen minutes it took to find her door. She looked in the mirror, questioning herself, “Is this all worth it? For revenge? To prove I’m not below her?”
Looking in the mirror, she began to wonder who she had become. The old Sawyer never let her anger get the best of her, but now, she couldn’t even recognize who the new Sawyer was. Her negative thoughts were interrupted by a loud knock, and before she could even answer, John Silver and Alex Reynolds walked in.
“There she is! The next number one contender!” Alex said, pulling Sawyer in for a hug. Sawyer clenched her teeth, trying to look as unannoyed as possible. “Hey you two! Silver, are you ready for your match?”
Silver put on a cocky smile, “Oh, you already know. Orange will never know what hit him, he’ll be like,” he cleared his throat, putting on a raspy and lazy voice, “Oh my god I can’t believe Silver beat me, I guess I should’ve gotten my hands out of my pockets.”
Alex laughed at Silver’s impression, while Sawyer cringed. Alex and John quickly noticed Sawyer wasn’t laughing, as they awkwardly quieted down.
Alex put his hand on Sawyer’s shoulder, “Are you okay? You seem…off.” Sawyer shook her head, “I’m great. Just the fact that my best friend has put me through living hell and tonight I’m finally giving her a taste of her own medicine.”
John cheered, receiving a glare from Alex. John mumbled sorry before Sawyer continued, “I mean, this could’ve all been avoided. If she just didn’t slap me on national television. Like what the hell?”
The two men looked at each other then back at Sawyer, nervous looks forming on their faces. “Yeah…about that.” Alex said, scratching the back of his head, shuffling away from Sawyer. She arched her brow, when Silver blurted out, “We were trying to help you out, but we ended up pissing her off…” John cringed, “And we’re the reason she kinda slapped you.”
Sawyer sighed, pinching the bridge of her nose, “So my life is being risked in a Barbed Wire DEATHMATCH, because you wanted to make her cry?”
“It was mainly John! He even called her a hoe!” Alex said, pointing at his tag partner. “Alex what the fuck!”
“JUST…get out. Please… before I kill both of you before the Buy-In even starts.” Sawyer said, grabbing her ring gear.
Alex and John shuffled out the locker room, before Alex peeped in one last time, “You’re gonna do great, Sawyer. The Dark Order is all rooting for you.”
Sawyer smiled, hearing the door shut. Her mood became lighter, as she really did realize that she might have lost a good friend, she was making more along the way.
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The preshow had just begun to start. The few fans took their seats around the arena and began to cheer as the countdown to Full Gear was on. Hangman had just come from collecting his new and “improved” gear for tonight when he saw Veronica walking in.
She looked stressed, her hair was tied up in a messy bun and her sweatpants sagged extra low. She honestly looked like she hadn’t had a good sleep in weeks. Seemingly to be in her own little world, not noticing any of her surroundings. “Thanks for making my gear, I bet it looks awesome!” She thanked the seamstress, before taking her items and beginning to head back. Hangman began to panic, holding his arm out while speaking before he got the chance to think. “I can’t wait to see it!” he shot.
She jumped in surprise, “Oh…I didn’t know you were here,” she eyed him suspiciously, “Thanks though… and good luck tonight.” She tried to leave again, until he pulled her back. “Wait, no. You’re not just gonna leave me here again. Aren’t we going to talk about-”
“I don’t think there’s anything to discuss. I don’t know if you’ve noticed, but we all got shit going on right now. I’m not trying to be a distraction.” She spat at him with a bit of venom. It stung him a bit, making him loosen his grip. “You aren’t a distraction to me V! I just thought I finally had a friend around here.” Her eyes softened, but she shook her head with disbelief. “Why do you keep trying with me… haven’t I given you enough reasons not to trust me Adam? I’m no good for you.”
“You don’t get to decide that for me…” He said to her, “Just like you shouldn’t let Kenny keep making decisions for you.” Veronica looked at him in confusion. He chuckled at her expression, “Sweets, you gotta see what he’s doing to you.” He laughed.
“You… you don’t know what you’re talking about.”
“This…” he pointed at her, “Has Kenny Omega and the Young Bucks written all over it. You’re their little group project.” He confessed. She clenched her fist to the side, and clicked her tongue. “Whatever helps you sleep at night.” Veronica responded. Hangman squinting at her, then at the bag in her hand, “Let me see your ring gear.”
“I don’t want to show you. You will have to wait like everyone else.” She pinned the bag behind her back, out of his reach. “Fine. You got me… is that free ice cream?” He pointed down the hall, making her whole body turn quicker than she could get the chance to react. He swiftly snatched the bag out of her hand, “Alright, let’s see…” He placed the bag nicely on a nearby table and began to unzip it.
A smile formed, as he was in awe of the diamonds. He ran his hand down it, “Wow… Sandra really outdid herself with this one.” His hand stopped as his fingers got tangled, he looked over at her before pulling the jacket out. “TASSELS?”
“Would you be quiet!” She grabbed the jacket back from him, and put it nicely back in the bag. “Mind your business.”
“You have never worn tassels before. That’s new… kinda reminds me of a certain tag team, and those shorts are way… different from your usual baggy style.”
“Am I not allowed to try new things? My baggy pants, and hot tops are still there. I just wanted to spice it up for the pay per view tonight.” She smiled, “Plus… the tassels were a recommendation from Matt. It’s a one time thing.”
He scoffed at that, “He’s always recommending tassels to everyone… they couldn’t pay me enough to wear that shit.” She let out a small laugh before leaning in, “I think you could pull it off almost as good as them.” Veronica complimented with a smirk. “No, I’m okay… I’ll stick to my things, and you stick to… whatever that is.”
“I’m going to make you eat your words, Page.” She picked up her belongings, and made her way back to the locker room. He watched her go, and when she was gone he let out a breath he didn’t know he was holding. Page let his head fall back on the wall behind him, and ran his fingers through his hair. Even after she put him through hell… she was back where she’s been since he met her. In his head. And with his match coming up in less than half an hour… he knew he was doomed.
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Nova waited for her cue to go out, which was a certain signal from Ricky and Brian Cage. Taz had come out, yelling at Cody and Darby on the mic. When Brian attacked Darby from behind, with Ricky following him after, she knew she was coming up soon. She watched as Brian threw Cody right into Ricky for a spear.
Right when they grabbed Darby, she ran out, pretending to get in between the two teams. The audience popped, Taz however, was screaming at the top of his lungs for her to move.
She went up to Ricky, pretending to lecture him.
“It looks like Nova and Ricky are having a bit of a disagreement here, Excalibur.” Tony Schiavone said, watching this all go down on the monitor.
Nova “gave up”, throwing her hands in the air and turning towards Brian, who was holding up Darby by the back of the neck. They stared each other down, when Nova delivered a clean roundhouse kick, straight to the left side of Darby’s face. The crowd was shocked, but no one showed it more than Taz.
Nova rolled out the ring, yelling at Brian to push Darby out. She dragged him over to the car, which he had made his entrance on, calling Ricky and Brian over.
Brian hoisted Darby up, before powerbombing him onto the windshield. Nova and Ricky smirked, making their way up to the stage. Taz looked in disbelief, before holding his hand out to Nova.
She hesitated to put hers out, before she finally shook his hand, “Welcome to Team Taz.” He said, yelling at the camera guy to come closer.
“New Team Taz member! Nova Jay! The Supernova!”
Nova smirked, when Ricky grabbed her by the waist, kissing her passionately. They smiled at the camera before making their way backstage, Nova was finally noticed, and she was going to make sure everyone’s eyes stayed on her.
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Sawyer cracked her knuckles. Everything and everyone around her becoming quiet. Her earphones blasting. Her heart pounding. This was it.
“Sawyer you’re on after this break!” Dustin Rhodes called from his monitor, “Go teach that bitch a lesson.” Sawyer handed her phone to Nova, who looked like she was about to vomit. “I’ll be fine.” Sawyer assured her friend, “This needs to be done.”
“Why did it have to come to this though. Sure, you and Veronica have fought a hundred times before. But this is …” She stopped as she looked over and saw Veronica coming in. New ring gear on display, as she got rid of the baggy pants and went to new revealing shorts and a gorgeous rhinestone jacket with a picture on the back she couldn’t recognize, along white long tassels… it was hard to miss her.
The wrestlers began to find any monitor they could, not wanting to miss a second of anything. Talking amongst themselves, placing bets. In awe of the reaction that the two had gotten in such a short amount of time. The crowd was awake, and ready for a fight.
“Knock ‘em dead baby! We’ll be here when you get back!” Chuck Taylor quickly yelled, making Sawyer turn just in time to catch him. She gave him a thumbs up, before she headed through the curtain.
Taylor glanced in Veronica’s direction feeling her stare already on him. He rolled his eyes at her before going to find a seat next to Trent and Orange.
“Popcorn?” Trent offered as Chuck sat down. Orange lazily stuck some kernels in his mouth.
“I’m not sure what trick she has up her sleeve, but I don’t like it.” Chuck gestures toward Veronica who was beginning to warm up. “Her presence is enough to mess with your mind. Don’t worry about it, Sawyer is gonna WHOOP DAT ASS!” Trent said loudly, on purpose earning a scoff from behind them. The three turned around and were met with Kenny Omega and The Young Bucks. “You sure are biting off more than you can chew, Baretta.” Matt snarled. Orange looked between the two, lowering his glasses.
Trent spoke up again, “Matt, no matter how hard you try. She isn’t going to sleep. with you. You need to realize that. It’s starting to seem desperate at this point-”
“Choose your next words carefully, momma’s boy.” Kenny got in his face. “I wouldn’t let her name leave your mouth again, if I were you.” Trent bit the inside of his mouth, looking back at his friends. “Forget it man, let’s just watch the match.” Chuck patted down the chairs, getting them to cool it. From the back of his head he could feel Matt began to burn holes through the trio making him smirk to himself. He had hit a nerve with Matt Jackson, and nobody knew that but him.
The beat dropped for Sawyer's entrance music, making the crowd more electric than they already were. She couldn’t help the smile break through as she stood on the ramp. The pyro went off, and she posed for the camera. She removed her jacket, revealing a dark gothic attire. The front row of wrestlers applauded, as she walked down to the ring, she got on the apron and began to take it all in, knowing this was the only bit of peace for a long time.
Veronica tilted her head in Nova’s direction as she passed. Not caring about Ricky clutching her to his side, or the glare they both gave her. She shrugged it off and went out as if this was an actual “storyline.”
She walked out earning a mix of boos and cheers. She closed her eyes and turned her back. Revealing her jacket, to be a picture of a throwback photo of her, Sawyer, and Nova… with a drawn on angel halo hovering over her, and devil horns drawn on Sawyer. She chuckled at her antics, and spreader her arms to let the tassels gracefully fall, “Let’s fucking go!” She yelled, before making her way to the inside of the ring.
Sawyer never took her eyes off Veronica, ever since her music hit. If looks could kill, they’d both be dead. The bell rang, and Sawyer extended her hands outward for a lock up, while Veronica extended a foot— that connected with Sawyer’s nose. She blindly rolled her up, but Sawyer kicked out before three making the crowd gasp. She quickly backed up in the corner, trying to avoid the ropes from blowing up around her.
“WHAT THE HELL V?” She yelled, getting in her face. “YOU REALLY WANNA START LIKE THIS?” She pushed Veronica, making her fall on her backside. She immediately got back up, getting right back in her face. “Hit me.” She repeated, while harshly shoving Sawyer. “I know you want to.”
Sawyer raised her fist, only to be slapped by Veronica before she could react. The crowd sat on the edge of their seats in anticipation, watching Sawyer blow the hair out her face, and stare down Veronica between her brows. She slightly gulped, not breaking her stare. Sawyer began delivering rapid kicks to her sides, then quickly delivering an arm drag sending Veronica just inches away from ropes.
Her eyes widened, as she realized how close she was. Turning around she attempted to run away, but was met with a dropkick that sent her flying into the ropes, immediately feeling the electric wire going off around her. She yelped, as she rolled to the outside, not wanting Sawyer to gain an upper hand. Her skin began to burn, and the wind that was knocked out of her was still trying to come back.
Sawyer’s first thoughts being to go check on her, before remembering the reason they were in this match in the first place. She shook her head, shaking all the sympathy away. As she climbed to the top turnbuckle, she stood along with the crowd. Phones flashing, their voices rising. Screaming, as she attempted a perfect moonsault to the outside. Suddenly, feeling a devastating crack to her ribs, causing the audience to fall in silence. Veronica held the kendo stick in her hand, leaning on the barricade. She watched Sawyer lay on the floor, refs coming to check on her. She pulled Bryce by his T-Shirt, wanting to continue the damage. She swung another good three times, before rolling her back in carefully. She went for the pin, once again.
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“This fight will continue,” Tony yells in his headsweat. Sweat beading off his forehead. “We all knew that wasn’t gonna be enough to put down the Angel Slayer.” Jim added. “It’s almost as if…that name couldn’t be any more truer tonight. The white, the diamonds, the entrance…Veronica is the angel that Sawyer is slaying tonight. We’re in for one hell of a ride.”
The two had been going back and forth for about fifteen minutes. Each seeming to have a counter for each other’s move, and when they didn’t…they just started beating the absolute shit out of each other. Blood was pouring from the hairline of Sawyer, who had been curb stomped on a pile of chairs. While Veronica's left eye was beginning to swell up, as well as a huge slash from being sliced by a piece of the broken table.
Luckily, Sawyer had done her best to avoid the electric wire throughout the whole match so far. The two crawled their way back into the middle of the ring, Veronica kicked pieces of broken table out of her way. She gestured her finger at Sawyer telling her to bring it on. She charged, only to be hit with a drop toe hold. She held her mouth, and realized she fell forward on a steel chair. Immediately, tasting blood. Veronica smirked to the hardcam , rolling out the ring and pulling up the ring skirt. She tossed a couple of kendo sticks on the ramp way, for an emergency. She faked a confused face, before innocently pulling out a light tube. She rolled in the ring, swirling it around. Sawyer saw it, and let out a groan. She raised her middle fingers up, spitting blood at her. Veronica laughed, wiping it off and whispered, “You asked for this bitch” before cracking the tube on her head, glass shattering around them. Quickly covering for the pin.
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Sawyer barely kicked out. Making Veronica throw a tantrum, “ARE YOU FUCKING KIDDING ME?” She screamed at Bryce, who did his best not to back down. “LEARN TO DO YOUR JOB.” Veronica pointed her finger in his chest.
“Back off of me. Focus on your match, Rodriguez.”
“Don’t tell me- AH!”
Veronica was lifted from the ground, and placed on Sawyer’s shoulder, who when no one was looking had wrapped a piece of barbed wire around her kneepad. Veronica tried to scramble, hearing the crowd go crazy as Sawyer signaled for the Go to Sleep with her hands. She successfully hit it, cringing as she stuck to Veronica’s forehead. The crowd gasped, and held their hands over their mouths. She went for the pin.
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Aubrey was milliseconds away from her hitting the mat, they could feel it.
“WHAT? VERONICA KICKED OUT. VERONICA KICKED OUT,” Excalibur rose from his seat. “BARBED WIRE IS STICKING TO HER FOREHEAD…WHAT THE HELL?” Jim asked with concern. “What are we witnessing here folks?”
“This is awesome!” The crowd chanted, if there was a roof on Daily’s Place, it would have been blown straight off.
Sawyer laid in the corner, not knowing what else to do as she stared at her former best friend with widened eyes. Veronica waved towards the entrance ramp, signaling for someone to come out. Sawyer turned her head with confusion, tears forming as she saw Kenny Omega and the Young Bucks dragging a helpless Chuck Taylor and Orange Cassidy. She stared in horror as she saw Orange and Chuck get hit repeatedly in the torso with kendo sticks. Their cries making Sawyer furious.
“You bitch.” Sawyer huffed, as she began to drag Veronica back by her feet. Veronica kicked, connecting with her busted lip, making her curse. Veronica quickly snapped up, ducking as Sawyer attempted to grab her. Going around her and connecting her arms for a snap dragon suplex. An idea popped in her head, as she looked at her boyfriend who nodded with darkened eyes. She backed up to the ropes, breathing in, and before she breathed out she delivered a devastating snapdragon sending Sawyer through a ton of pain, as her neck was met with electricity. She hid her face, as she repeatedly hit the mat, doing everything to not let her pain be shown.
Sawyer stumbled to stand, as Veronica began to spit more venom at her, “You thought what they did was bad?” She chuckled, as Matt threw a kendo stick in her direction. She picked it up, and placed it under Sawyer’s chin making her look at her. “Watch this-” She swung, only for it to be caught under Sawyer’s arm. She gritted her teeth, not letting her react to the sting. Veronica did her best to pull it back, but she wasn’t budging.
Veronica reached her arm back to attempt to slap Sawyer again, but she grabbed onto her, slowly looking up at Veronica with angry eyes. Sawyer delivered a headbutt to Veronica’s, “That’s for bringing your boyfriend into this!” Left hook, “That’s for hurting my friends!” She kicked her in the stomach so her back hit the turnbuckles, “THAT is for putting a title over our friendship!” Sawyer balanced the kendo stick in her hand, “And THIS is for all the pain and tears you’ve put me through since July!” She went feral, whacking Veronica left and right. Veronica bawled up on the floor, trying her best to avoid her. Only to get hit harder, not being able to move. She whacked Veronica in the back once more long enough to climb to the top rope. Sawyer stood and looked around the crowd of people and wrestlers, who cheered her on as she finally did what she always wanted to do. A swanton bomb, on live pay-per view. The crowd erupted as Sawyer went in for the pin, without her Canadian Destroyer.
1...
2…
3!
The girls laid there, staring at the ceiling. Their breathing rapid, their faces red. Veronica felt the tears start to form, she scooted away to the other side of the ring, hand over mouth holding back sobs.
“Sawyer.” Chuck shook her, “You did it baby. It’s over.” He groaned, holding his side. Her head snapped towards him, and Cassidy who were both equally hurting. “Me? I won?” She looked with disbelief. Orange gave her a thumbs up, as she pulled them in for a hug. “I’m so sorry you guys got hurt.”
“Eh.” Cassidy lazily replied, “We lived.”
Veronica watched the three, not realizing her own group was next to her. “Let’s get out of here.” Nick bent down to help her up, she wrapped an arm around his shoulder looking for Kenny who couldn’t meet her gaze. Instead, he angrily stared at Sawyer, who had the biggest grin on her face as she stared back.
“Kenny-“ Veronica reached out, his demeanor broken, as he saw her covered in blood. “Jesus Christ…”He commented, pulling her away, flinching when he heard her wince. “Careful with her hip, it’s gushing.” Matt commented.
Veronica tried to respond, telling them that she was fine until she saw Hikaru Shida walk right past her, with her AEW Women's Championship straight to the ring for Sawyer.
Jealousy filled up, and she couldn’t help looking away as they stared down at each other. The sounds of her boyfriend’s concern were muffled, as all she could do was focus on them. Sawyer couldn’t help but glare past Shida sometimes. Veronica’s tears staining her brain. Eventually, Tony Khan came out applauding as the crowd gave a standing ovation.
It was over. It was finally over.
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Sawyer tried her best to get rid of the smile on her face, but she just couldn’t. She was on Cloud 9. Of course, something felt off. She knew what it was, Veronica. But she knew, she couldn’t let this affect her celebration. She turned up the music playing from her speaker, hoping that even Rihanna could distract her from this feeling.
Just as she put on the finishing touches of her outfit, there was a knock on the locker room door. “Come in!” Wardlow walked in, bouquet of flowers in hand, “There’s the next women’s champ! God, you’re amazing.” Sawyer gasped, “Michael! You’re so sweet.” She took the flowers, giving him a kiss.
“So, you really gave Veronica hell out there. How about you and I go to dinner? You’re already dressed, and of course, I have another gift for you back at the hotel.” He smirked, grabbing Sawyer by the waist from behind, hands sliding up and down her body.
“That sounds lovely Michael, but some of my friends set up a party for me at my favorite bar downtown. You wanna come with?” She asked innocently, thinking nothing of it. Wardlow’s energy shifted, he suddenly just seemed furious.
“You’re kidding. You’d rather spend this win with vodka and screaming than wine and classical music?” He asked, acting like there was no discussion. “Uh, yeah. It is my celebration.” Sawyer grabbed her purse, heading for the door.
“And let me guess, Chuck set this celebration up.”
Sawyer stopped in her tracks, her mind was telling her a million things, but only one was the right thing to do. “Well, you caught me. Chuck did set this up. And Isiah. Along with Nova and Ricky. And how could I forget ‘your’ buddy, Max? My friends set this up, Michael. They knew this would make me happy and they were right, I’m going!”
“I knew you were still talking to that weirdo! I knew I couldn’t trust you. If you walk out that door, we’re finished.” He threatened. Sawyer only stared back, frowning, tears forming in her eyes.
“After everything I went through tonight,” Sawyer choked on her words, before cutting the act, “You think I’m scared of a white man breaking up with me? I’ve seen some stupid shit, but this has gotta be the stupidest shit ever. We’re done, the third shot is dedicated to you!”
Sawyer cackled, walking out of the locker room, knowing that Wardlow no longer affected her.
On the other side of Daily’s Place, the Elite got to the back. Veronica doing her best to not crumble in front of the roster. She felt a hand leave her lower back, causing her to stop them in their tracks. “Kenny, what are you doing?” Matt asked, not sure why he stopped walking.
“You guys go on without me… I have to catch up with Don.” He looked between them, giving a disappointed look toward Veronica, “Just let me know what the doctor says.”
Veronica’s face grew with confusion, “You’re not coming with me?” Matt held his grip on her wrist, as she tried to walk away from them. “You’re hurt.” He reminded her, “I’ll make sure she gets back.”
“Thanks man.” Kenny spoke, “I got to go fix this. I’m not letting her screw up ruin my future plans.”
Nick’s eyes widened, as a silence fell between the group. Veronica felt her blood begin to boil, as his words finally hit her. “I can’t believe you. I know I didn’t win, but I tried my best and-“
“Save it. I don’t want to hear any more excuses tonight.” He rolled his eyes, before pulling out his phone typing rapidly. Nick and Matt looked between each other, not sure what to do. Veronica pushed through, wincing at every step she took. “You know what? This loss isn’t on ME. It’s on YOU, and you know that. You told the whole world that I was this Elite superstar, and you never once considered my feelings.” Her voice trembled, “Sawyer and Nova want nothing to do with me, because of you, and now I’m finally understanding why.”
She shoved Nick and Matt’s hands off of her as she walked off in her own direction.
As Kenny watched Veronica walk away, he groaned, throwing his hands up in the air, “I swear to God, I don’t know what her deal is.” He marched off, mumbling to the Bucks about not following him. “She has to be kidding, none of this is my fault. I got her here at the top. In this company, I gave her everything. It’s all-” His own thoughts were interrupted, almost making him stop in his tracks.
“It’s all her.”
Sawyer and Nova stared back, trying their best to hide their grins. “Looks like someone will be sleeping on the couch tonight.” Nova joked. Kenny shook his head, embarrassment beginning to wash over him.
“You couldn’t even help your own girlfriend, when she needed it most.” Sawyer spoke up, “What makes you think YOU could defeat me?”
He opened his mouth to argue, being cut off by a car honking grabbing their attention, Nova rushed over to the side door leaving Sawyer.
“One day, Veronica will realize that you were nothing more than a weight holding her down. It really sucks that you were the reason we had to nearly kill each other tonight, but if you think that I won’t stop trying to get my friend back… you’ve got another thing coming.” She pulled her glasses down on her head, letting herself finally relax.
“Goodbye, and Goodnight Omega.”
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Feels nice to be back, chapter 10 is coming soon.
#kenny omega x oc#kenny omega x reader#wardlow x oc#wardlow x reader#wardlow aew#wardlow#adam page x reader#adam page x ofc#ricky starks x oc#ricky starks x reader#aew fanfic#aew fanfiction#aew dynamite#aew#chuck taylor x oc#all elite wrestling#matt jackson#nick jackson
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Ricky Starks mood board?
I don’t recognize myself anymore, but is that really such a bad thing?
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˚˖𓍢ִִ໋🌊 🫧 ˚˖𓍢ִ✧˚⋆｡𖦹 °🐋⋆｡˚♡⋆｡𖦹 °.🐚⋆❀˖°
MASTERLIST
𝐫𝐢𝐨𝐫𝐝𝐚𝐧𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐬𝐞…
⌨︎︎ percy jackson
⌨︎︎ leo valdez
⌨︎︎ jason grace
⌨︎︎ annabeth chase
⌨︎︎ reyna avila ramirez-arellano
𝐨𝐮𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐛𝐚𝐧𝐤𝐬…
⌨︎︎ jj maybank
𝐡𝐬𝐦𝐭𝐦𝐭𝐬…
⌨︎︎ ricky bowen
⌨︎︎ gina porter
𝐝𝐜𝐮…
⌨︎︎ dick grayson
⌨︎︎ jason todd
𝐦𝐜𝐮…
⌨︎︎ peter parker
𝐠𝐚𝐦𝐞 𝐨𝐟 𝐭𝐡𝐫𝐨𝐧𝐞𝐬 (𝐬𝐡𝐨𝐰)...
⌨︎︎ jon snow
⌨︎︎ sansa stark
⌨︎︎ robb stark
⌨︎︎ daenerys targaryen
#masterlist!!#pjo x reader#jj mayback x reader#ricky bowen x reader#gina porter x reader#dick grayson x reader#jason todd x reader#peter parker x reader#jon snow x reader#sansa stark x reader#robb stark x reader#daenerys x reader
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How aew men react to yn being girl version of them
nick wayne x female reader, darius martin x female reader, hook x female reader, action andretti x female reader, dante martin x female reader, Eddie kingston x female reader, ricky starks x female reader
AEW STARS REACT TO: You being them in a different font
Pairings: Nick Wayne x female reader, Darius Martin x female reader, Hook x female reader, Action Andretti x female reader, Dante Martin x female reader, Eddie Kingston x female reader, Ricky Starks x female reader
Word Count: 1.3K
Supreme Speaks: hey yall happy new year! hope everyone is doing well! here is my hc for today, plz enjoy! and remember that you are loved and appreciated.
Warning: none i think
Taglist: @hooks-martin @hookerforhook @batzy-watzy @wwenhlimagines @triscillal @cassie0sstuff @sheinthatfandom @eddie-kingstons-wifey
Ricky Starks
Omg does he have a field day with you
But y’all aren’t exactly friends but frenemies
Like on some mean girls type shit
Cause you are the exact same; slick, fabulous, luxurious, and funny
Sometimes you be stumping him with your comebacks
Ricky: At this point, I’ll join the circus
You: You don't have enough talent to join the circus…but then again you are a clown
Cue yall weakly slapping each other
Loves to bicker with you
Hates when other people are bickering with you; will jump to your defense
Eventually, you become the Gunther and Tinka (from shake it up) of AEW
You two frequently share Pinterest boards and give fashion advice to each other
At this point, you two are either color-coordinating or complete opposites in outfits
Will text you and see you as the only person who understands him (in front of Taz, Hook, Big Bill)
Yall go on friendly dates and love to gossip
Ricky: And they were roommates
You: Not the roommates
Ricky: Right?!
Nick Wayne
You’re a sibling to him
Personality wise: you are both shy golden retrievers
THAT IS THE BEST WAY I CAN DESCRIBE NICK
I think yall got along because no one else was around your age that thought the way yall do
Nick was shy about meeting others until he got introduced to you
Now you talk all the time
Loves exploring new parts of arenas or working Christian’s nerves
I can just see him being annoyed at the point that there are two Nicks
I also see Nick’s energy being on low until you come around
THEN HE’S BOUNCING OFF THE WALLS
Hates when people pick on you, and he goes to your rescue
…
Now both of you are pouting in a corner cause yall got your feelings hurt (think of Tamaki from ouran high school host club)
I also think that you would be his personal journal (he’ll tell you everything)
He feels comfortable telling you stuff because he knows you’re gonna keep it
Or you’ll just forget about it and you have to pretend you know what he’s talking about
Darius Martin
YALL ARE SO CUTE
He calls you his reflection
Cause he said looking at you is like looking at a mirror
Yall are the most unproblematic duo ever
Have yall seen fights where people in the background are in their own little world?
Yeah…that’s yall
You two are so unbothered by the drama around you
I feel like he would see you like as a sibling so everything he tells Dante, he tells you
You are on speed dial; he calls you now more than he calls his brother
Secretly Dante’s jealous of the relationship between you and Darius
Asks you to do the simplest of tasks like braid his hair or record his training sessions
I also feel like so many people would think yall are dating the way he treats you
He always holds the door, pulls out your chair, keeps on the inside of the sidewalk, will hold your hand if you want as you two walk
To him, it’s not romantic (it is to me damnit), it’s just him being a gentleman and doing the bare minimum (AS A MAN SHOULD)
Because of him, you raise your standards for men
But it doesn’t feel right without him next to you
Hook
Mans secretly in love with you
I think he would think your personality is refreshing cause he doesn’t see it often in women
At first he thought it was a gimmick or you’re trying to get him to like you
But nope, this is you 100%
Many people think it would be boring between you two
Nope…just comfortable silence
Tbh yall are the real unbothered duo; truly not giving a fuck about anything around yall
Can tell your thoughts just by looking at you
Over time, I think he sees you as a bestie OR SO HE THINKS
Allows you to handle your own business cause he knows you can handle yourself
Is always surprised by how well you know him
He’s just not used to anyone really remembering small details about him
He made sure that you were a part of the Lads now
The group welcomed you with open arms
I think he forgets that you’re in the room sometimes with how silent you are
OOO idea: he teaches you Italian so you two can talk in private in public
He also buys you the same hoodies and sweatpants that he wears…cause yall already take each other’s anyways
Action Andretti
Yall are the Himbo/Bimbo combo (non-derogatory)
…
You share the same braincell
Respectfully of course
Like yall look so cute and cool okay? You guys are sweethearts
BUT JESUS SOMETIMES-
You two are truly in your own world
(respectfully again, don’t take it seriously billy)
Yall are not unbothered but just oblivious to the drama around you two
He pulls out the best jokes for you just to hear you laugh
Yall just get hyper together a lot
I wanna say you two together are very innocent and happy-go-lucky
But it is very balanced between the two of you
Everyone who sees you, can’t help but think that you two are adorable
Listen I think in terms of feelings developing, Andretti is too caught up in trying to make sure that you two are having a great friendship to see if anything can develop
If anything, he’s just happy to have you by his side and he doesn’t want anything to ruin it
Dante Martin
Yall have bff necklaces
Or bracelets
whatever you prefer
Very playful relationship yall have indeed
Dante will tell you everything but not his brother
Dante has see you every day, if not, it’s an off day for him
You two will say the same things at the same time like twins or some shit
I think it’s very surface-level thinking with your friendship
He really does appreciate you and he doesn’t really see you as anything more
If anything, he sees you as a little sister that he is molding to be more like him
Drags you everywhere
Super protective over you
Hates to exclude you
Like with Hook, He made you a part of the Lads
I feel like Dante takes you very seriously in terms of yall’s friendship
There’s never a dull moment with him
Eddie Kingston (one day I really want to do a character/in-depth analysis on him)
Compared to the other men on this list
Eddie would think about you subconsciously and really does see you as another version of himself
And it bothers him to a certain extent
because your attitude, actions, and even the way you talk is just like him
Right down to the stubbornness
Will try to tell you certain things to calm you down or anything but really it’s what he wants to hear himself
I also think he finally gets what everyone sees in him cause he can see it in you (underdog vibes)
He can’t tell if he loves you as a BFF or more
Cause he never really met a woman who has the same strong yet realistic mindset as him
And it makes him feel butterflies
But he really loves your hustle and how quick-witted you are
He also loves how true you are to yourself and how you won’t change for people
Knowing Eddie he rather keep your friendship than lose you entirely
Even though he’s very close to Ortiz, Santana, Mox, and Ruby
You are #1 to him
#aew#all elite wrestling#aew imagine#all elite wrestling imagines#eddie kingston#eddie kingston imagine#eddie kingston x reader#aew hook#aew hook imagine#hook x reader#dante martin#aew dante martin#dante martin imagine#aew darius martin#darius martin x reader#darius martin imagine#ricky starks#ricky starks imagine#ricky starks x reader#action andretti imagine#action andretti#action andretti x reader#aew nick wayne#nick wayne x reader#nick wayne imagine#aew top flight
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⚪️Newer works will be listed first⚪️
Fluff🌸 Smut🔥 Angst💔 Social Media 📸
AEW Roster
Action Andretti
Billy Gunn
Bullet Club Gold
Daniel Garcia
Dante Martin
Darius Martin
Eddie Kingston
Hangman Adam Page
Hook
House Of Black
Isiah Kassidy
Jon Moxley
Kenny Omega
Matt Jackson
Nick Jackson
Orange Cassidy
Ricky Starks
Skye Blue
Wardlow
#aew#aew dynamite#aew wrestling#aew rampage#aew imagine#aew hook#hook aew#aew dark#tyler senerchia#ricky starks x reader#hangman adam page x reader#matt jackson#nick jackson#kenny omega#jon moxley#ricky starks#daniel garcia aew#x black!fem!reader#x black!reader#x black fem reader#730 hook#aew hook x reader
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Broken Negotiations
Bullet Club Gold kidnapped the Reader as a bargaining chip to worm Jay White into a championship match with Ricky. He’s supposed to have back-up. Family and friends that the Reader called in for such an occasion. But things go terribly wrong.
Pairing: Ricky Starks x Moxley!Reader
Warnings/Promises: canon-level hostage situation and violence, ANGST, choking, unhappy ending, whump in general
Word Count: 1040
Note: Yes, writing the reader as Jon Moxley’s cousin is my favorite trope. There’s just so many opportunities for angsty family situations that way. I’m not about to change now. Also, Ricky is really pretty when he's in distress. And I was in an angsty mood earlier this week. Happy, or unhappy reading!
The thin padding of foam under the ring’s canvas did nothing to protect your knees. You grunted when Juice Robinson dropped you, pressing a heavy hand onto your shoulder. On either side of you, Jay White and the rest of the Bullet Club Gold chuckled at your distress. You wouldn’t flinch. Wouldn’t budge. They could make all the demands they wanted, but you wouldn't let them use you to achieve their goals.
Still, tears burned behind your eyes at the scene in front of you.
Ricky’s chest was heaving. The dark bags under his eyes made him look like he hadn’t slept in weeks, much less the six nights since you’d been kidnapped. The championship dangled worthlessly in his hand. Like he’d drop it in a second.
You couldn’t let him do that.
As for the figures standing with him, they didn’t reassure you as much as you’d hoped. Your cousin, Mox, looked ready to hurl himself across the ring to bludgeon his way through your kidnappers. But Claudio’s hand on his shoulder kept him nervously in place. Yuta stood on Ricky’s other side. Cold. Calculating. Watching the ramp and the audience behind them for any tricks. But the way they stood apart from Ricky… The back-up was there for you. If things went south, you would be the only one looking out for him.
“You ready to… negotiate, Starks?” Jay laid a hand on the top of your head. Before his fingers could dig into your hair, you pushed it away. Juice’s grip tightened on your shoulder. “Here she is. Undamaged. Mostly, give or take a bruise or two. As promised.” Jay angled his head as a challenge. “You gonna hold up yours?”
Ricky looked down at the championship in his hand. Then he looked at you. Exhausted.
You shook your head. Not like this.
You yelped as Jay jerked you to your feet, hugging you close. His tight grip around your rib cage didn’t waver as you struggled for more room to breathe. “You don’t have to hand it over. Just agree to the match. Just you and me. Everybody else stays backstage. Your pretty one here,” he dug his nose into the space under your ear, “she can be on commentary though. Where we both can see her.” He passed you back to Juice, who held a hand over your mouth to keep you from interfering.
Still, you shook your head. Glaring at Jay, then at Mox, you did your best to signal to everyone you could that, under no circumstances, was Ricky to agree to any of these terms. Which would change the second that Jay needed them to whether that was now, or during the match.
You bit down on Juice’s finger, making him shout. “If you wanted a match so badly, why didn’t you ask Tony for a contract signing?” With a grunt, you continued to struggle to get out of the arms around your waist. “I know why. It’s because you don’t deserve one. There are better wrestlers with better winning streaks than you right now, and you’re not at the front of the line. So you’re trying to cut. It won’t work. I won’t let it-“
As Juice’s arm wrapped around your throat, you squeaked. Angling his body back, your feet left the canvas. He muttered “now I gottcha.” His mocking laugh buzzed in your brain as your oxygen depleted, and your struggling lessened.
“Alright!” Ricky tossed down the championship. Jay’s eyes greedily watched it crumple in the space between them. “She’s right, you don’t deserve one. But you can have a match. Right now. I don’t care.”
“No-“ Your vision began to spot.
“Let her go. And call a ref. For every bruise you’ve given her, I’m gonna break two bones in your body.”
The horror had only just begun.
While Ricky threatened Jay with every pain known to man, Claudio inched into his space. Juice released you just enough for your vision to clear in time to see the following struggle. Ricky’s mic dropped to the canvas with a bouncing thump. He flailed. His eyes bulged, then shut against the panic as the grip around his throat tightened. His nails clawed into Claudio’s forearms and shoulders where he could reach. Yuta watched on, glancing between Ricky beginning to fade and you. Finally, when Ricky stopped moving, Claudio released him. You cried out as his body landed in a heap.
“Alright.” Mox stepped forward, over the championship, into Jay’s space. “You gonna uphold your end?”
Jay grinned. Slowly, he looked at Juice.
You shoved him away when released. “What? Jon, what is this? Ow!” You were unable to dislodge his grip on your arm as he dragged you out and under the ropes. “No. Stop.” You glanced at the ring. Claudio and Yuta had left, working their way around to meet up with Mox. Inside, the Bullet Club Gold circled around Ricky as he started to stir. “Wait. We can’t leave him!”
“You shouldn’t be here to see this. Now come on. I’ve got you.” He nodded for Claudio to grab your other arm.
“You promised! You promised you wouldn’t do this. I asked for your help, to have his back like you’ve had mine. You promised!” You managed to break loose from Mox’s grip at that. In a terrifying mirror of your earlier position, Claudio wrapped his arms around your waist and began to carry you out of the arena. “NO! Please. Ricky!”
In the ring, the Gunn brothers had Ricky on his knees with his arms outstretched. He glanced up, his head lolling side to side as his brain tried to figure out which direction your voice was coming from. Looking for you, he didn’t see the danger. He didn’t see Jay with the championship in hand. He crumpled again as the metal plate on the belt crashed against his forehead. They backed off as a referee entered the ring.
Your vision began to spot again. Screaming for Ricky, so close after Juice had toyed with choking you out… it was too much.
The last thing you saw was Ricky on his feet, knees wobbling, fists up but punch drunk. The bell rang. And your world went dark.
#aew fanfiction#ricky starks fanfiction#wrestling whump#aew angst#ricky starks angst#ricky starks x reader#cousin!Mox
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Can i get a blurb with "That's it, open up." And Ricky Starks please?
Ricky trailed his thumb over your bottom lip before gently prying it open. Your tongue darted out to lick at the pad of his thumb. Ricky drew his hand back to grab at his hardening member as he began to bring your head forward.
"I've been waiting for this all damn day," Ricky said as he started to undo his shorts with one hand. "And Daddy isn't patient."
#aew x reader#ricky starks x reader#mini fic#ficlet#fic blurb#blurb#drabble#fic drabble#not sfw#pre smut
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I love your fics and am so excited your requests are open again! Could I please request from the NSFW headcannon prompt list numbers 56, 62, 65 with Ricky Starks? Much appreciated for what you do for us! ❤️
• headcannon — ricky starks •
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{ masterlists } | { aew masterlist } | { ricky starks masterlist }
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{ warnings } — 18 + { minors do not interact }, drunk sex, public sex, rough sex, male orgasm, vaginal sex, penetrative sex, unprotected sex, internal cumshot, vaginal creampie
{ word count } — 530
{ pairing } — fem!reader x ricky starks
{ genre } — smut
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{ taglist } — @stxrrlightwrites13 @boutmachines @thewrestlingbitch @omg-im-such-a-masochist @baysexuality @legit9thlunaticwarrior @slut4kennyomega @wardlow @alexisquinnlee-bc @sammiejane22 @im-just-a-mississippi-girl @omegasluvbot @melissahausen @writtingrose @drummergrl1310 @unoficialy-married-to-ace-austin @baybay-boom @cherrytheeredheadmamaclaymore @crowleysqueenofhell @romanreigns-supreme @janetreader @eddie-kingstons-wifey @thenerdybaker523
{ comment if you want to be added to the taglist }
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{ 56 } — if we get caught i’m blaming you
{ 62 } — how quickly can you cum?
{ 65 } — guess i’ll have to cum inside you then
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his body flushed and heated
pressed up against yours, pinning you to the bathroom door
the two of you in a mere bubble of serenity
safe from the house party that raged out outside
you could barely make out the distorted bass and warble of rhythms through the mix of ricky’s and your own moans
his hands travel under your tight, vinyl skirt
fingers tapping at your skin as he looped them through your panties, pulling them down swiftly
“if we get caught i’m blaming you”
you reminded him, only being met with a chuckle in response
“relax, you’re brother’s far too busy to even notice”
that was true.
daniel, your brother, was indeed busy overseeing whatever this gathering had turned out to be
this was his house after all
he’s probably gotten himself blind drunk by now, not that that would surprise you in such a setting
the taste of cheap vodka still lingered on ricky’s lips, as it did yours
leaving you buzzing with anticipation
ricky was quick, unbuttoning his jeans with a single hand, the other keeping you pinned between the wall and his body
his gaze never left yours, so alluring was his stare, it made you knees weak, almost caving in
his lips so close to yours, yet never touching, almost teasing you with his kiss.
“jump” he ordered after freeing his cock
he hooked his hands underneath your thighs, wrapping your legs around his waist
a small grunt fell from his parted lips as he filled you up
a delicious warmth flooded your veins, feeling so full of him.
“fuck…ricky-” you whimpered, trying to keep your volume low despite the blaring noise outside
his hips moved at a violent pace, slamming and snapping against yours with passionate thrusts
“be loud, babygirl. he can’t hear us”
and by god loud you were
screaming his name in fits of passion
nails clawing into the material of his satin shirt
“y/n? are you in there?” your brother’s drunken calls filled your ears from behind the door
you quickly covered your mouth while ricky halted his movements
daniel repeated his calls
you could almost see him visibly pouting by the sound of his voice
ricky busted out into a small, quiet fit of laughter, one to which you slapped his shoulder lightly
“how quickly can you cum?” he asked quietly into your ear
“how the hell am i supposed to know that?!” you retorted through a whisper yell
“guess i’ll have to cum inside you then”
ricky resumed his movements, slamming into you with vicious speed
all the while you tried to keep your mouth shut as your brothers knuckles constantly rapped at the door
“fuck-” ricky crooned into the crook of your neck
slowing his thrusts as he pumped his seed deep inside of you
not even allowing any room for your orgasm before he pulled out
his cum seeping down your thighs, coating your panties as you pulled them up again
“once he leaves, meet he in the car”
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