(•18+ only•) 27, Crystal, She/Her. Bi, Finn Bálor owns my ass let's be honest.
I write and thirst over my favorites.
Fanfiction Corner
48275 posts
Don't wanna be here? Send us removal request.
Last Seen Blogs
eleciian-blog
✰－ ᴛʀᴏᴜʙʟᴇ !!
emagrecercomsaude7
Sem título
jeanlisboalino
jeanlisboa.art
ffilthymutt
18+ ONLY
thewildlorelei
Cry Baby
Text
Not the ending having me kicking my feet in excitement 😂
Rewrite the Stars | Hangman A.P. Part 2
Summary: A near tragic ending pushes them together.
Author's Note: I tried to make this serious. 😂😂 I may rewrite a more serious one in the near future. Anyways, happy Dynamite Wednesday.
Part 1 can be found here
@theworldofotps @coleskingdom @plentyoffandoms
Mentions of: Hangman, Swerve, HOOK, Adam Cole, Matthew and Nicholas Jackson, and Doctor Sampson.
Pure fiction
Sheriff Page tried to get his mind off of Y/N the moment she told him they didn't have a future together. He wouldn't call his actions reckless, but he certainly started getting into activities that were dangerous. His friends tried to convince him to talk to Y/N one last time, but her mind was made up. Besides, he had a job to do.
As a sheriff, he had a town full of people he swore to protect. A long list of outlaws needing to be brought in for justice. A couple of lowlife criminals were brought in, but one would prove much harder to bring in.
Swerve Strickland loved to make his life a living hell. The man was always two steps ahead of him. The Hangman came up with a plan that was sure to work. He would bring down the biggest outlaw that haunted his beloved state. He took a shot of whiskey and walked out of the sheriff's office.
Y/N walked around the small town giggling with the other girls from the brothel. With the sheriff out of town, several men took to the streets to fight. The fights were the older men against the younger men. The older men were winning.
"Isn't that HOOK? Looks like a rather nasty hit to the head with a bat," one of her friends laughed. The young man laid in the streets. He was out cold while the older man collected money from those who bet against him. The young man's father waved a hand over his son's face to help him come to.
"Maybe the sheriff being out of town isn't so bad after all," another friend giggled. Y/N smiled sadly. She missed the sheriff coming to visit her. It was only a week, but it felt like eternity. Life without her sheriff proved to be rather gloomy.
"Cheer up, Y/N. Come on, I heard a medicine man is in town. Maybe Mr. Cole will walk again with the right elixir,"
The three women laughed and rushed towards a stand. A quack was promoting some of his most recent elixirs. Adam Cole sat in the wheelchair in front of the crowd. His leg propped up where his ankle was still slowly healing.
Commotion in front of the sheriff's office caught Y/N's eye. Matthew and Nicholas Jackson looked around nervously. They didn't want to attract any attention from the townspeople. Matthew's brown eyes locked to Y/N. He placed a finger over his lips to show her to keep quiet.
She watched in horror as Nicholas lifted the unconscious Hangman over his shoulder. The younger brother carried him up the stairs to the second floor of the office. Y/N looked at her friends, who seemed to be more interested in the elixirs than what was going on around them. Y/N scurried off without anyone noticing.
She opened the door to see the brothers standing around the corner. Matthew was telling his brother what a good job he did and gave him a fist bump. The scene on Adam's bed looked more serious. Doctor Sampson was checking over Adam. He cleaned his wounds and patched any injuries that he deemed needed extra care.
"What happened?" Y/N asked them with worry. The two brothers looked at each other before turning their attention to her.
"Tough fight with Swerve. It would have been worse if we hadn't come in," Nicholas answered. Matthew nodded his head and shrugged.
"Unfortunately, we are probably going to have to suspend him from his duties. We can't play favorites," Matthew shrugged and looked at her. He placed a reassuring hand on her shoulder. "Although you are doing a great job. Keep it up,"
The brothers left without another word. Y/N walked to the desk and grabbed a chair. She placed the wooden chair near the side he laid and sat down. The doctor instructed her to send for him when the sheriff woke up. Doctor Sampson bid her farewell and left.
Y/N scooted the chair closer to him. She took his hand in hers. Her thumb rubbed his flesh softly. She examined his wounds. All the bruises and cuts that were left on his body. Tears pricked her eyes before they streamed down her cheeks. A few tears landed on his bed.
"I'm so sorry. I shouldn't have given up so quickly," her voice cracked. She stared at his handsome face. "On us,"
Time passed painstakingly slow. Y/N rarely left his side. Nervous paces around his room also took up his time. She found a couple of pictures of herself in various parts of the room. Prayers were spoken that he would eventually wake up and come back to her. The last thing she did for the night was sit in the chair and lean forward. Her head hit his bed, and she drifted to an uneasy sleep.
Y/N stirred when she felt fingers brush through her hair. Her name is called out in a weakened tone. She stirred and slowly sat up. Sheriff Page was watching her closely.
"You are alive!" She exclaimed. The woman was unable to hide her excitement. He attempted to chuckle yet grimaced from his sore ribs.
"I will always come back to you," he whispered and took her hand. His green eyes stared into hers. "Run away with me,"
7 notes
·
View notes
Text
The fact that Microsoft Word has to be a subscription is upsetting. I already paid for it why do I have to pay again
89K notes
·
View notes
Text
Roses are red, that much is true, but violets are purple, not fucking blue.
925K notes
·
View notes
Photo
I know it’s not hard to point out reactionaries hypocrisy when it comes to like safe spaces or hug boxes or whatever but genuinely how much of an echo chamber do you have to exist in for you to think this is a reasonable thing to say
224K notes
·
View notes
Text
I’m so happy you like it thank you! You’re welcome thank you for the idea😂🥰🖤
Yessss bring the angst😂
Letter From The Road (Slight NSFW)
WWE Superstar: Drew McIntyre
Word Count: 387
~A series in which I write letters from superstars to their partner or friend back home while they’re touring.~
(Historical A.U Letter)
Requested by @madhatterbri I hope you enjoy this lovely!
@new-zealand-chic Thanks for your help with some ideas love x
_________
Tag list:
@omg-im-such-a-masochist @melissahausen @new-zealand-chic @writtingrose @99hook @madhatterbri @sjwrites22 @sassymox @mrsacklesevansmgk @xladyxfatex @adamcolesbaybay @irish-newzealand-idian-dutch @demonqueen29 @itsicantbelievethis666 @lilred91 @rebellious-desires @claymorexpunisher @letsgivethisonemoreshot @ava-valerie @shortyiceheart @serpantscorpio8497 @thatpanpal @thatnerdwriter @wrestlersownmyheart @vebner37 @seeingstarks @whenimakeitshine1234 @legit9thlunaticwarrior @blaquekitty @ironshamelessyouth @unoficialy-married-to-ace-austin @ripleyswhore @moonrosekk @xbreezymeadowsx @alyyaana @elevennbloom @melblacc @alliwant456 @mcreignsera @auburnwrites @aews-four-pillars
If you wanna be added to the list lemme know.
~
Drew Tag list:
@eddie-kingstons-wifey @akiko-tanaka @cherrytheeredheadmamaclaymore @maryjaneleaholland26
@slutfortheeclaymore
_______
My Sweet love,
I’m seeking to confirm you are well and taking care since I’ve been away these last three months. Every moment not spent in your company seems to drag longer than the last, I know not when this battle will end. Nor when we’ll see each other again but I know the moment we’re united once more will be filled with rejoicing.
Despite the harsh conditions my men are well and continuing to fight the enemy to ensure the safety of the kingdom. Each man is willing to lay their life down for the crown, I however am not the average man. Where my loyalty once laid with the crown it is solely that I am laying my life down for you, and you alone.
I know it may seem foolish a Scottish warrior and a nobleman’s daughter, but I can’t help the feelings I’ve developed along this path that our friendship has emerged. Lass, despite the two vast differences in our worlds I couldn’t find myself writing another a letter such as I’m writing to you. I can’t help but think of our last night together before I left. Despite it being the first time we were intimate with each other I replay the moments in my head while waiting for the next course of action here.
I can’t wait until we’re together again and I can show you just how your body deserves to be praised. My hands sliding over the silky softness of your skin, placing hot kisses against each inch that you allow. I can practically hear your quiet moans and whimpers now as I would drag my tongue over your sweet nectar devouring you like a man starved. Before stretching your tightness with a finger, maybe three. Just enough to prepare you to take every inch of me. Just thinking about you allowing me the honor of filling and stretching that sweetness is enough to bring me to my knees.
Although we may have to hide our moments together rest assure that when we finally do find ourselves alone. That I will be making you release every moan, whimper and scream you have captured inside. I want to see you trembling as you embrace the mind-numbing pleasure, I plan on bringing you.
Until we’re together again.
Your Scotsman D. Mac
31 notes
·
View notes
Text
Letter From The Road (Slight NSFW)
WWE Superstar: Drew McIntyre
Word Count: 387
~A series in which I write letters from superstars to their partner or friend back home while they’re touring.~
(Historical A.U Letter)
Requested by @madhatterbri I hope you enjoy this lovely!
@new-zealand-chic Thanks for your help with some ideas love x
_________
Tag list:
@omg-im-such-a-masochist @melissahausen @new-zealand-chic @writtingrose @99hook @madhatterbri @sjwrites22 @sassymox @mrsacklesevansmgk @xladyxfatex @adamcolesbaybay @irish-newzealand-idian-dutch @demonqueen29 @itsicantbelievethis666 @lilred91 @rebellious-desires @claymorexpunisher @letsgivethisonemoreshot @ava-valerie @shortyiceheart @serpantscorpio8497 @thatpanpal @thatnerdwriter @wrestlersownmyheart @vebner37 @seeingstarks @whenimakeitshine1234 @legit9thlunaticwarrior @blaquekitty @ironshamelessyouth @unoficialy-married-to-ace-austin @ripleyswhore @moonrosekk @xbreezymeadowsx @alyyaana @elevennbloom @melblacc @alliwant456 @mcreignsera @auburnwrites @aews-four-pillars
If you wanna be added to the list lemme know.
~
Drew Tag list:
@eddie-kingstons-wifey @akiko-tanaka @cherrytheeredheadmamaclaymore @maryjaneleaholland26
@slutfortheeclaymore
_______
My Sweet love,
I’m seeking to confirm you are well and taking care since I’ve been away these last three months. Every moment not spent in your company seems to drag longer than the last, I know not when this battle will end. Nor when we’ll see each other again but I know the moment we’re united once more will be filled with rejoicing.
Despite the harsh conditions my men are well and continuing to fight the enemy to ensure the safety of the kingdom. Each man is willing to lay their life down for the crown, I however am not the average man. Where my loyalty once laid with the crown it is solely that I am laying my life down for you, and you alone.
I know it may seem foolish a Scottish warrior and a nobleman’s daughter, but I can’t help the feelings I’ve developed along this path that our friendship has emerged. Lass, despite the two vast differences in our worlds I couldn’t find myself writing another a letter such as I’m writing to you. I can’t help but think of our last night together before I left. Despite it being the first time we were intimate with each other I replay the moments in my head while waiting for the next course of action here.
I can’t wait until we’re together again and I can show you just how your body deserves to be praised. My hands sliding over the silky softness of your skin, placing hot kisses against each inch that you allow. I can practically hear your quiet moans and whimpers now as I would drag my tongue over your sweet nectar devouring you like a man starved. Before stretching your tightness with a finger, maybe three. Just enough to prepare you to take every inch of me. Just thinking about you allowing me the honor of filling and stretching that sweetness is enough to bring me to my knees.
Although we may have to hide our moments together rest assure that when we finally do find ourselves alone. That I will be making you release every moan, whimper and scream you have captured inside. I want to see you trembling as you embrace the mind-numbing pleasure, I plan on bringing you.
Until we’re together again.
Your Scotsman D. Mac
31 notes
·
View notes
Text
Guys I hate to ask but I'm literally having to hit the food bank
My regular cleaning client let us down this week and we're stuck for 10 days
If anyone could spare anything that would be great even if you could share it
I hate this
Feel like I'm working for absolutely nothing
Fuck man
4 notes
·
View notes
Text
I love your writing sm🖤
Rise And Fall | D.P.
Summary: Fem!reader is Rhea’s protégé & after Rhea gives up her title due to injury, the reader decides to get that title back to Judgment Day w/o telling the group. The group is shocked when the reader comes out with her new look & wins the title. Damian/Reader becomes close while Rhea sees her as a threat that needs to be taken out.
Author's Note: I changed it so Liv Morgan has the title and not Becky. Hope it's okay. ❤️
Requested by anon.
@plentyoffandoms @mrsarcherofinfamy @brideofinfamy @theworldofotps
1!
2!
3!
The bell rang to signal the end of the match. Y/N sat on her knees with her fingers through her hair. All the training paid off. She was the new women's champion.
"The match is over, Michael Cole! We have a new champion! Y/N has brought the women's title back to Judgment Day!" Pat McAfee announced at the commentary table. The commentators watched in awe at the new champion. She looked nothing like what they had just seen on RAW. Tonight, she went all out, and she had everything to show for it.
Y/N could barely think over the deafening crowd at Backlash. She stood in the middle of the ring with a huge smile on her face. The ref raised her hand as happy tears slid down Y/N's cheeks. The women's title was coming back to Judgment Day, where it belonged.
The referee presented the belt to her. She slowly took the belt from him. Y/N kissed the belt and raised it high in the air with one arm. The crowd cheered loudly for her once more.
Y/N turned to leave the ring, but Liv was in front of her with her hand out. The two women put each other through hell the past few weeks. A simple handshake could squash the beef between them. With a weary smile, Y/N took her hand to shake it. Liv shook her hand yet pulled her close.
"Don't get too comfortable. You have a target on your back, and Mami will betray you," Liv warned her. The new champion rolled her eyes.
"She would never betray me. I brought the title back to its rightful place. You held her back,"
The laugh that Liv produced caused her skin to crawl. "Watch her,"
Y/N pulled her hand away and started to walk to the top of the ramp. As a face, she started to high five fans that reached their hand out. A few times, she stopped to take quick pictures with the fans. This must be what cloud nine felt like.
Once backstage, she was met by HHH first. He congratulated her and hugged her close. A quick picture was taken of the two before he had to get back to work. Dom and Finn were next.
"Way to do the Judgment Day proud, Y/N," Finn spoke and pulled her in a hug. "You made Rhea proud. Nice new look, by the way,"
Damian walked towards them. He easily towered over them. His normal serious look washed away once he saw how happy Y/N was.
"You know you are going to have a lot of challengers for that title. I think we should train together," Damian offered. Y/N blushed and looked away. A huge grin crept up on her face.
"I think we should too, Dam," Y/N agreed, unable to hide her crush on him.
Over the next several months, Y/N was able to beat anyone who stood in her way. All the women were adamant that they would be the one to take the title from her, but they all met the same fate as the last.
Damian stood by her side through it all. They eventually became closer and started dating. Rhea's long reign was seemingly forgotten, and Y/N was the new leader of the women's division. It all came crashing down once her mentor came back.
"I'm so glad you are back, Rhea," Y/N smiled and hugged her backstage. Rhea returned the hug, yet things felt off. The simple act of affection no longer had the same feel it once did.
"I'm glad to be back, Y/N. You are making quite the name for yourself out here," Rhea commented.
"And I only have you to thank for it," Y/N agreed. She looked at the time and sighed.
"No need to thank me, darling. You are certainly talented," Rhea complimented and patted her shoulder.
Y/N started to get waved at by production. She sighed and gave Damian a quick peck on the lips and hug. "I gotta go to the ring. See you guys soon,"
The protégé excused herself and took off to release an open challenge. Rhea watched her leave. Damian could see the look in her eyes. Mami wasn't happy.
"You know, she did a lot while you were away," Damian started. Rhea looked up at him. "Y/N kept the women's division in check while you were away,"
"Yeah, well, Mami is home now, and it's time Y/N learned what that means," she told him. They had a brief staredown before Rhea walked to be the next challenger in Y/N's reign.
49 notes
·
View notes
Note
Letters from the road style drabble
imagine Finn had asked to borrow your phone for a second some time in the past he took like heaps selfies and hid them from you for when you miss him or your having a bad day, and each one had a little letter/note/comment to cheer you up
That’s so cute I love it yes🥺🖤
2 notes
·
View notes
Text
Opening my requests for some more letters, I’m stuck on other fics I’m trying to write.
So if you’d like to request a letter send an ask with:
Wrestler
Platonic or Romantic relationship
Do you have a general idea on the topic of the letter? If so feel free to share it if not that’s okay too!
Letters From The Road Series❤️
A series in which I write letters from superstars to their partner or friend back home while they’re away touring.
Keep reading
72 notes
·
View notes
Text
Awwww how do you say adorable and very wholesome at the same time?
Becky spent the last 30 to 40 minutes in the crowd signing autographs and talking to the fans
@theworldofotps @axelwolf8109 @flawlessglamazon @domripley
18 notes
·
View notes
Text
LETS GOOOOO
I'll Shut You Up (18 + Fic) (Ch. 1/?)
Pairing(s): Rhea Ripley/Fem. Reader
Disclaimer: This is NSFW. If that's not your thing, keep scrolling. I try to tag my work appropriately and if you still choose to click and read, do so at your own discretion. Thank you for the love, always, and I hope you enjoy!
Summary: It’s pretty well known that Rhea and Fem. Reader can’t stand one another. Reader thinks Rhea’s way cockier than she should be and Rhea thinks as highly about Reader as much as she thinks about the dirt at the bottom of her boot. Well… so they say, at least. A packed hotel mishap forces them to bunk together, and Rhea presses her luck by running her mouth.
Fic Tag(s): 18+, enemies to hatefucking, forced proximity, overbooked hotel, WM weekend, Bottom Sub!Rhea, Dom Top!Reader, bratty!Rhea, a little bit of oral (Rhea receiving) anal play/penetration, size difference, strap-on, nipple play, hair-pulling, spit for lube (I KNOWWW IM SORRY), begging, spanking, biting, slapping, choking.)
Chapter Word Count: 584
“Is it my card or are there no more rooms left?” I asked the lady at the front desk who already seemed just as stressed and exhausted as I was.
“I’m so sorry, ma’am.” She apologized as she nodded. “But it seems that there was a bit of a mishap when your reservation was made. Due to the wrestling events taking place over the weekend, we’re completely booked. And because of that it seems that your room was accidentally double booked through an error in our system. I’m so sorry, ma'am.” She said.
A deep frown creased her brow before she smiled, and she offered me a discount voucher for my room and for anything that I wanted from room service.
I kindly rejected the offer but asked, “Am I at least rooming with another wrestler?”
When she confirmed that I was, I breathed a little bit in relief as we wrapped things up and I received my room key- I was on the 3rd floor.
I wasn’t besties with the entire locker room, but least I wouldn’t be stuck with a complete stranger.
Although, there were definitely some people in the locker room that I would always avoid like the plague if I could help it.
Rhea Ripley was number one on that list…
We never could stand each other for reasons unbeknownst to the rest of the locker room.
Where I was avoidant, Rhea was insufferable, always making it a point to take jabs at me whenever she could, be it online or face-to-face.
Made me feel like I was an insignificant little bug that she could squash in .2 seconds.
She acted like she was hot shit, and she knew it.
Which physically, that may be true.
But she quickly learned that I didn’t take well to attempts at intimidation.
But lately, she’d switched gears and began flirting with me, heavily, and then we’d be back to insulting each other.
She claimed it was just for shits and giggles and because she enjoyed how “flustered” it would get me, which… ew.
It only got me “flustered” because they were cheap insults- mostly about my small height and the sexual inexperience she assumed I had.
I told myself that she was as tolerable as a canker sore- even though I could admit that on a certain level, our back and forth excited me.
…. And actually, sometimes, in the deep, dark recesses of my filthy mind, I didn’t know if I wanted to slap her or… or if I wanted to slap her and then teach her a very valuable lesson.
Bend her over.
Dominate her.
Make her ass glow red with my handprints etched onto them like the tattoos on her body and her blue eyes as glassy as a porcelain doll’s…
And that just made me despise her even more.
How dare she awaken any kind of desire in me when she was such a raging brat?
Then again, I could that admit brats could be really fucking fun.
But she… she got under my skin in ways I wasn’t prepared for.
“Just please don’t let it be Rhea fucking Rip-…” I mumbled to myself as I slid the keycard into the door as soon as I found my room.
My words trailed off and I let out a “Absolutely fucking not.” as soon as I walked further into the room, and I laid my eyes on the smirking-and almost naked- figure lounging in the king-sized bed in front of me...
Next Chapter
@theworldofotps @alyyaanna @southerngirl41 @harmshake @mzv11 @letsgivethisonemoreshot @theundertakeriscoming @slutfortheeclaymore @auraravenora77 @niknakattack @moonwolfdemonprincess21 @babiidee28 @thesamoanqueen @omegasshyghuleh6661ghosts @xndalynch @84reedsy @romanstheory @kianaleani @elefrog25-blog @motherknuckers @phantasmacabre @lxndonorris @girlnred @yo-yo89 @smile1318 @sassginaswanmills @exhaustedclown @aritannahrocks1300 @superlove167 @ayeeitsali @queencherryberry @truefant4sy @codyswhitebelt @blackmeetsworld @salirophiliac @kayfabebabe @rhea-the-eradicator @souleatermia @bittersweetastoria @domripley @wrestlingprincess80 @myluvrrhea @wandering-fox
96 notes
·
View notes