wwekayfabequeen · a month ago
Just had the wildest vivid dream about Dolph Ziggler, shower sex, and bondage... Ooof.
There will be a one shot coming along soon.
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wwekayfabequeen · 4 months ago
Happy Monday, babes. Tuning in now to Monday Night RAW.
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wwekayfabequeen · 4 months ago
Hi babes
I'll update the masterlist tonight
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wwekayfabequeen · 4 months ago
Side Note
my main account you’ll see replies from is called @dierdra
please don’t be surprised lol I didn’t know how the main blog/side blog thing worked when I set all this up
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wwekayfabequeen · 4 months ago
Take Advantage | Randy Orton Story  (Part Two)
Randy Orton x OC (additionally with some very light Jeff Hardy x OC because that’s how I roll...)
Disclaimer:  This story is an AU of its own. The WWE history is pretty much the same, but the personal lives of the characters/superstars are fictional. Canon Characters are based on real people with an emphasis on kayfabe storylines. The events in this story are completely imagined and do not reflect true events.  
Warning: Mentions of alcohol and blurred lines from previous chapter carry over. Strong sexual encounters in this chapter. Rough sex, penetration, dominance, etc. 
Background/Recap: After a night of heavy drinking and blurred perspectives, (Y/N) finds herself in a situation she can’t help but wonder is more trouble than it may be worth.
Word Count: 2468
Author Note: Here is part two, after some requests for me to post it! I have part 3 drafted but it may take a little time for me to refine it. Until then, enjoy some Viper smut!
The next morning, I woke up in my own hotel room, my head pounding. I sat up in bed, rubbing my face as the regret and humiliation began to sink in. I didn’t remember much from the night before, only bits and pieces. With a sigh I opened my eyes to see Jeff sleeping on the couch, still shirtless from the night before. My heart sank, remembering a blur of him basically carrying me back to my room. I looked down to see his shirt on me and began to remember everything else. Mostly remembering my steamy moment with Randy Orton. My stomach turned, whether from the alcohol or the humiliation, and I bolted to the bathroom.
After throwing up in the toilet, I decided on a long hot shower. I let the water run over me, washing away my guilt. Despite everything, I couldn’t get Randy out of my head. It annoyed me that I couldn’t stop thinking of how the moment felt. Even though I had been too drunk to have made any decisions, I still found myself wishing something would have happened. Part of me hated myself for it.  
After my shower, I combed my hair, brushed my teeth, and changed into sweatpants and a tank top. I closed my eyes, not wanting to face Jeff after the night before, not remembering what I said to him. I knew I couldn’t hide in that bathroom forever and had to face any embarrassment. I opened the door slowly, his shirt in hand. By now he was awake, still lounging on the couch as he was also feeling the hangover. I tossed his shirt to him.  
“Mornin” I mumbled. He nodded, sitting upright. He tapped the seat on the couch next to him, beckoning me to come sit. 
“You didn’t have to stay...” I said, walking over and taking a seat. My face was red from embarrassment. 
“I kinda did,” he laughed lightly, “you wouldn’t let me leave.” 
“Oh,” I said, hanging my head. “Sorry.” 
“Don’t be,” he said, nudging me. “I couldn’t leave you like that anyway.” His voice drifted off. He looked at me softly. Jeff was my best friend, I hated him seeing my vulnerable side. I hoped I didn’t jeopardize our friendship with anything I said, or did, but I couldn’t remember anything past crying in his arms.  
“I know I was a hot mess last night,” I said, avoiding eye contact. “I hope I didn’t make an ass of myself.” 
“(Y/N), hey, don’t worry about it,” he said. He was quiet for a moment. “...I’m just glad I caught you when I did.”  
I leaned down, my elbows on my knees and my face in my hands. “Oh God,” I mumbled. I knew he was talking about the entire Randy situation.  
“Look, I don’t know what happened, but I don’t the way he left like that and how upset you were.” His voice was blunt. I knew he, and probably everyone else at the party, had to assume that something happened. I could only imagine the way Matt was judging the situation.  “I just need to know you are okay.” 
“Jeff,” I said, looking over to him. “Nothing happened. It almost did... I think. But I don’t know, I was really drunk.” 
“I know you were,” he said. “I’m just glad you didn’t do anything you weren’t really into...”  
I scooted closer and leaned my head on his shoulder. “You’re too sweet to me, Jeff.” 
“I know,” he laughed, “I mean you started hitting on me when I got you back here.” 
“Oh God, no,” I said sitting up, completely red with humiliation, “I didn’t, did I?”  
“Just a little,” he admitted, putting an arm around me and pulling me back to where I was. “I know it was only the whiskey talking.” 
“I am so sorry, Jeff,” I whispered, still completely embarrassed, sitting up again, looking him in the eye.  
He shrugged with a smile. “It was kind of flattering, but I knew you didn’t mean it. It just wasn’t right... As tempting as it may have been,” he teased.  
“Oh, stop,” I laughed, playfully hitting him on the shoulder.  
“Look,” he said, “Matt saw you and Orton disappear last night. I’ll talk to him and tell him what happened, or what didn’t happen, I guess. Don’t worry about him, I’ll take care of that. You, get some caffeine and food, and I can check on you later. Okay?” 
“Jeff,” I said, biting my lip. “Thank you. For everything.” 
He gave me a wink before standing up and heading to the door. “I’ll always have your back.” 
I did as Jeff instructed and called for room service. Ordering a large coffee and a plate of French toast. There was no way I was leaving that hotel room; I couldn’t stand the thought of seeing anyone from the party... With the exception of one person. I knew it was complicated and wrong, but  The Viper invaded my thoughts. It was as though he awakened something in me that I didn’t know existed. Whether it was curiosity, or just lust, I was losing my mind overthinking it all. 
By mid-day, I was staring at my cellphone. I knew I had Randy’s number from coordinating training for him and Matt. I told myself not to do it, but I couldn’t help myself. I texted him a simple hey, stranger. 
I immediately regretted it, but my heart pounded, waiting to see if he would reply. What felt like hours was only a few minutes before my phone showed a message. Hey yourself. 
I froze, not sure what I was doing. So, I asked if we could talk. He replied with a simple sure. As I was contemplating what to say, a few minutes passed. I heard a knock at my door that stopped my heart. I was hoping it was Jeff, coming back to check on me.  
I looked through the peep hole and saw The Viper standing there in the hallway. My heart immediately sank to my feet. I wasn’t ready, I didn’t expect him to show up. I took a deep breath and opened the door. I must have looked like a deer in the headlights.  
“You wanted to talk?” He said, stepping into the room, acting as though he didn’t need an invitation. 
“About last night,” I said biting my lip. 
In only seconds, he aggressively shut the door and backed me against the wall. Without another word, his hands pinned mine to the wall and his lips crashed onto mine. I was in total shock, but moaned into his kiss. It was full of passion and what almost seemed like frustration. He broke the kiss, his intense eyes meeting mine.  
“Tell me to stop,” he said, his eyes searching mine.  
“No,” I whispered between heavy breaths, as I leaned up to kiss him again. I didn’t know what I was doing but I loved how it all felt.  
“Good,” he muttered into the kiss. His tongue slid into my mouth, immediately taking dominance. He let my arms go, only to pick me up. The next thing I knew he was throwing me onto the bed and taking off his shirt. I watched as he crawled over me. 
The way he looked so intimidating was incredibly sexy. I gasped as he pinned me to the bed, kissing me roughly. He used his knees to spread my legs, taking total control of the situation. I wanted this so badly in that moment. I moaned into the kiss, feeling Randy grin wolfishly. He perched up and began to undo his pants quickly, I reached for mine but he quickly stopped me. He wanted complete dominance, everything would be on his terms, and I liked that. I laid there, submissive as he removed his pants and pulled down my sweats. He wasted no time in returning to kiss me with that fiery passion once again, between kissed he was pulling off my tank top and unclasping my bra. 
My head was spinning and my heart was pounding, I couldn’t believe what was happening but wanted nothing else. I was lost in the moment and his kiss when I felt his rock-hard cock come crashing into my tight pussy. I cried out in surprise, jolting at the sudden sensation. With a smirk he moved to kiss my neck, thrusting deeply into me.  
“Fuck, baby, you’re so tight,” he said, biting at my neck. I moaned in complete ecstasy, not noticing the pain of the bite. I clenched through the pain until I finally adjusted to his size and length. “I’m going to fuck you harder than you’ve ever been fucked.” 
“Please,” I begged. His trusts were fast and hard, I began to cry out in pleasure, taking in every inch of him. Abruptly he pulled out and flipped me onto my stomach. Quickly and aggressively, he thrust into me again from behind. I screamed out as I felt his weight on my body. His hand reached around to hold me by the throat, tilting my head up so he could smother my neck with his rough kisses and sucking hard on my soft skin. His other hand buried itself under the front of me, finding my clit and playing with it. 
The entire bed was rocking and I knew the room next door undoubtedly heard our moans. My hips buckled as he found my sweet spot. I screamed loudly as my walls tightened with an orgasm surging through me. Randy’s cock pulsated inside me - I knew he was close too. Quickly he turned me over again, steadying his pace as he kissed my once again, moaning out loudly as he finally came. He collapsed on top of me, just as breathless as I was.  
“Holy shit,” I said, trying to find my breath. 
“I wanted you to remember it,” he said.  
After taking a minute to collect ourselves, I still couldn’t process what had just happened. Both Randy and I began to get dressed. I was searching for my words when all I could manage to say was that we shouldn’t tell Matt, earning a smirk from The Viper. 
“Don’t tell me you don’t think it could be a really good angle for our rivalry,” he said. “Just think of the crowd’s reaction if you turned heel like that.” 
“Are you ever not thinking about work?” I teased, slipping my top back on. Randy approached me, kissing me deeply. 
“Well, I wasn’t thinking about it when we were doing that.” He nodded towards the bed, causing me to blush.  
“Look, I’m really not looking fo-” I began but was cut off. 
“I’m not looking for anything either, this doesn’t have to mean anything if you don’t want it to,” he said, staring down at me. 
I nodded, smiling slightly. I didn’t know what it was between Orton and me, but I knew it was trouble. 
“That being said,” he said, his hands placed on my hips. “I’m not one to turn my back on a gorgeous woman completely.” 
I blushed, biting my lip. “So, casual sex?” 
“Whatever you want to call it, sweetheart,” he replied. He used one of his hands to tilt my chin to the side, admiring the hickey he left on my neck with a smug smirk. “When you need me, I’ll be around.” 
His charisma was irresistible, but I felt like there was a catch to all this. There always was with him, at work anyway. Then again, to be the best heel in the business, the lines had to blur somewhere into reality.  
He took his leave and left my room. I smiled to myself, loving the thrill of it all. I had never been a casual-sex kind of girl, but something about the idea was exhilarating to me. I freshened up before starting to pack up to head out of the hotel. After a while there was a knock at the door, I was suddenly hit with anxiety, knowing it was probably Jeff, or less likely Matt. 
I opened the door to see Jeff standing there with his duffle bag.  
Shit, I murmured before opening the door, trying to act as natural as possible. “Hey, Jeff.” 
“Hey, how ya holding up?” He said, walking in and dropping his bag on the floor.  
“Not bad, just packing,” I said, crossing my arms. He looked at me, noticing something that hadn’t caught his attention earlier. 
He stepped towards me, gently brushing my hair away from my neck, raising his eyebrow at me when he noticed the bruises from the bites and hickey that had been left there. His expression was stern. “That wasn’t there earlier, was it?” 
I quickly covered it back up with my hair again, blushing. “I don’t know what you’re talking about.” 
“You know you can tell me anything, (Y/N),” he said, taking another look at the hickey, more closely. “Jesus, were you mauled? That’s quite the mark he left on you...” He began to put it all together. “Who was it, anyway?” 
I knew he was suspicious; I knew he already probably knew the answer to his own question. I felt guilty, though I wasn’t entirely sure if it was because of my status as Matt’s manager, or because of the look Jeff was giving me and the way it made my heart drop. “Jeff...” 
“I can guess, if you’d like,” he said bitterly. “This really isn’t like you, (Y/N).” 
“I know,” I sighed, in defeat. “But it didn’t mean anything, it doesn’t mean anything.” 
Jeff sighed, grabbing me by the shoulders gently. “You’re an adult, you make your own decisions.” His tone was serious, “but I can’t see you get hurt, okay?” “Yeah, I know,” I said, looking down.  
“I care about you, but your business is your deal. Just don’t tell Matt, he’s still mad about that match last night and this definitely wouldn’t help.” He paused, looking me in the eyes. I noticed something in his stare that I didn’t really understand.  
“I know, Jeff...” “I just... Why him, (Y/N)?” He asked, his voice sounded almost hurt.  
“I really don’t know,” I said, looking down. I couldn’t look at him in the eyes. “It just sort of happened.” 
He looked taken aback, like he couldn’t understand. But then again, even I didn’t understand. Finally, he picked up his bag and shifted towards the door. “Well, we are still heading back to Cameron for a few days before the next show in Atlanta. Are you still going to stop by to talk business with Matt?” 
“Yeah,” I said, crossing my arms. “I’ll be there after I check in with my family back home. Probably Wednesday.”
“See ya then,” he said, before walking out the door. 
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wwekayfabequeen · 4 months ago
I'll be updating the Randy Orton story tonight... but to be honest I think y'all might see some random Cody Rhodes smut because holy shit, I just can't with that gorgeous man...
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wwekayfabequeen · 5 months ago
I posted 3 chapters of Vices (Jeff Hardy) and 1 chapter of Take Advantage (Randy Orton)
I’m calling it a night. Let me know which one you want me to update first! Playing catch up is fun, until I run out of prewritten/edited material... 
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wwekayfabequeen · 5 months ago
Take Advantage | Randy Orton Story  (Part One - Intro)
Randy Orton x OC (additionally with some very light Jeff Hardy x OC because that’s how I roll...)
Disclaimer:  This story is an AU of its own. The WWE history is pretty much the same, but the personal lives of the characters/superstars are fictional. Canon Characters are based on real people with an emphasis on kayfabe storylines. The events in this story are completely imagined and do not reflect true events.  
Warning: Mentions of alcohol and blurred lines in this chapter. Some sexual themes.
Background/Recap: After a big mistake at summer slam, OC (Y/N) finds herself in an even more precarious situation with The Viper. 
Word Count: 1517
Author Note: I’ve had this written up for a while and am only just now posting. I’d say just use your imagination on the timeline, please, as I couldn’t pinpoint it exactly where I wanted it to be. If you enjoy and want to read part 2 (which has some hard smut) please let me know!
It had been a long night at Summer Slam. I had been invited to a party at the hotel to wrap up the event.  I had been an on-screen manager for Matt Hardy for a while and had been declared “one of the boys,” by him and his brother Jeff. When they decided to throw a party in their suite, I knew they wouldn’t take no for an answer. I hoped the party would be relatively small, but I had no way of knowing. I arrived at the door to the suite wearing a tied-up Def Leppard tee and a pair of tight black shorts, and my worn-out Timberland's, figuring it all would be pretty casual. It was a completely different look than my ringside glam attire, though my hair and makeup were still done from earlier in the night. Though my hair was let down for the curls to fall loosely rather than pulled up into a ponytail.
I was greeted by Jeff who immediately pulled me into a huge hug, my first instinct was to tense up as I nearly dropped the bottle of Jack I had in my hand. Jeff had just won the US Championship title so I knew his excitement was through the roof. Matt however, wasn't as fortunate in his match and was more or less sulking from his loss.  
“Congrats Jeff!” I beamed as he finally let go of me from his bone-crushing embrace.  
“Come on, let’s get you a drink, it's time to celebrate!” He said, grinning ear to ear.  It always worried me when the boys were drinking, knowing their track record, so I had hoped to stay somewhat sober. That was, until I walked into the suite and noticed who was in attendance. When I saw AJ Styles chatting with one of the other guys, I immediately twisted the cap off the Jack Daniel’s bottle and took a swig. Jeff seemed to notice.
“Ah, shit, I forgot...” Jeff said, cringing. I smiled to him wearily and squeezed his shoulder gently.  
“You know, it’s fine, don’t worry about it.”
“If he gets out of line, let me know,” Jeff said, giving me a nudge and a wink.
A few months earlier AJ and I had gone on a couple dates that went absolutely horribly. We had zero connection and when I told him it wasn’t going to work out, he flipped a lid, called me every name in the book, and caused quite the scene. He didn’t take rejection very well, apparently. I had done a pretty good job at avoiding him until this point since he had moved to RAW and Matt was on Smackdown. I took another swig from the bottle, returned Jeff’s wink with one of my own and made my way into the party.  
I mostly stayed to myself, hiding from AJ as much as possible, sipping from the bottle as often as my anxiety warranted. It didn’t take long for me to catch a strong buzz. Jeff checked in on me from time to time, stopping to share a swig of my Jack with me. Matt was avoiding me, I knew he was frustrated that my “distraction” in the match backfired and cost him the loss. I was about to make my way to him, to try to talk things out when the door to the suite opened. I nearly choked on my Jack as The Viper himself walked into the room. The man Matt lost the match to. They had been in a rivalry for a few months and my failed distraction was what let him retain his title. My heart sank with worry as I quickly looked to Matt. He stood up and stared at Randy, I was ready to bolt in between them if I had to, but to my surprise when he walked up to him he extended his hand for a handshake that turned into a bro-hug instead of taking a swing. I sighed in relief. After their gesture, Orton looked my way and gave me a wink. I wasn’t sure whether it was a no-hard-feelings kind of thing, or a this-isn't-over one.  
The party continued and I traded Jeff the bottle of Jack for a Rum and Coke in a solo cup. At this point I had forgotten my anxiety and was far from sober. That’s when AJ found the most opportune time to slide up next to me, slipping his arm around me.
“You know, sweetheart,” he said, “if Matt fires you over that whole thing, you know, when you tried to distract Randy but he gave Matt that RKO out of nowhere... You can always come manage me.”  
I gave a disgusted scoff and pushed away from him, turning so quickly that I ended up running straight into someone and spilling my drink all over the both of us.  
“Shit, I am SO sorr-” I froze and lost my words as I looked up to see The Viper standing in front of me, staring down at me.  
“I suppose I earned that one?” He said with a slight smirk. I hung my head with a sigh.
“Damnit. Come on, I’ll clean you up,” I said. Without a second thought in my inebriated state, I grabbed his hand and pulled him towards the bathroom, Stumbling the whole way there. I locked the door behind us. I started the hot water in the sink. “I really am sorry about that,” I said. “Give me your shirt, I need to get that stain out.”
He shrugged and slid off his now stained t-shirt, handing it to me. He then gestured to me, my shirt also soaked, “what about you?”
I looked down, noticing how wet my shirt was. The smoothness of his voice washed over me and without a second thought, I untied the knot in the tee and slipped it off, revealing my red lace bra. I barely noticed Randy’s look of surprise at my action, knowing he didn’t think I’d actually strip out of my top in front of him.
“What?” I said, “it’s not much more revealing than half of my ring attire.”  
When I reached for his shirt, his strong hand grabbed my wrist. I looked up at him slowly, noticing his impeccable abs and chest. He truly was the embodiment of a Greek god. When my eyes found his intense gaze, he didn’t say anything. I was immediately mesmerized by him. The feeling of his touch sent a shock through me that I couldn’t explain. I had never been attracted to The Viper until that moment. He slowly pushed me against the countertop, leaning over me to whisper in my ear.  
“So, now, I have you all alone...” His words sent a shiver through me, his breath on my neck causing my heart to pound.  
Instinctively, I moaned with arousal. His hand grabbed the side of head firmly, tilting it up to look at him. I bit my lip, staring into his intense eyes. My hands found the rim of his jeans, gripping his belt and pulling him close against me. Our faces were only centimeters apart. The anticipation was killing me, I wanted him. I wanted to feel his lips crash onto mine, to feel his hands explore my body. 
“I want you,” I whispered seductively. “Take advantage of me.”  
He moaned now, I could feel the bulge of his pants against me. The tension was thick as he was about to kiss me. A knock at the door interrupted us.
“Hey, (Y/N),” came Jeff’s voice, filled with concern, “everything okay in there?”
Randy pulled away, his intense stare finding my pleasing eyes until he finally said, “... not like this.”
Just as quickly as everything had happened, he walked to the door and opened it. He slid past Jeff and exited the hotel suite, still shirtless.
Jeff looked into the bathroom; his eyes widened as he saw me. Quickly he entered the bathroom and closed the door. Before I could say anything, he was sliding out of his shirt and handing it to me. “You okay? What happened?”  
My head was spinning and my emotions hit me like a brick wall. I felt rejected, naïve, confused, but most of all, just drunk. Tears brimmed in my eyes as I lost my footing and slipped. Jeff was quick to catch me, I looked up at him, his eyes filled with sincerely and concern.  
“What did he do?” Despite his soft gaze, his voice was angry. He continued to hold me; his embrace tight.  
“Nothing,” I said, my voice cracking. “Nothing happened.” I was realizing my vulnerability and began to cry. Jeff continued to hold me, running his hands through my hair to console me.  
“Hey, it’s alright,” he said. “I’m here.”  
“Nobody wants me,” I mumbled into him. Clearly my mind was beyond a state of coherence. I had always been a low self-esteem kind of drunk.
“Oh, darlin,” Jeff whispered back, “don’t say that.”
“It’s true,” I pouted.
“(Y/N), I’d be willing to bet there’s not a man in that room out there who doesn't want you.”
I pulled away slightly to look him in the eyes, quietly asking “even you?”  
Jeff looked down with a sigh, kissing me gently on the forehead, “come on, let’s just get you back to your room so you can sleep this off.”
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wwekayfabequeen · 5 months ago
VICES - Jeff Hardy Story (Part Five)
Jeff Hardy x OC
Disclaimer:  This story is an AU of its own. The WWE history is pretty much the same, but the personal lives of the characters/superstars are fictional. Canon Characters are based on real people with an emphasis on kayfabe storylines. The events in this story are completely imagined and do not reflect true events.  
Warning: Brief mentions of  drinking, abuses, and addictions.
Background/Recap: Back at Jeff’s house, Ashlyn begins to wonder what she is getting herself into.  (This chapter is not very well proofread, you’ve been warned.)
Word Count: 1971
Jeff had driven us back to his home, it wasn’t quite what I expected. The house was decent size, but seemed relatively modest from the outside. The gated driveway was long and winding, trees covering both sides of the road and overhanding. He explained that the land had been in the family for generations and that his brother had a house just next door to his. He loved the privacy and seclusion of rural living.  
Jeff carried his and my duffle bags into the house, he offered to give me a tour but I was so exhausted that all I wanted to do was sleep. He led me down a hallway where paintings decorated the walls.  
“I see you have an appreciation for art,” I commented as we entered the guest room.
“That may be the biggest understatement I’ve heard in a while,” Jeff said. He put my bag down. “Make yourself at home.”
“Thanks, Jeff,” I said, sitting on the bed. Our eyes locked for a moment as he lingered in the doorway.
“You gonna be okay by yourself?” He asked.
“Oh- yeah, of course,” I stuttered, remembering the embarrassment of the night before.
“I mean, I can stay-” Jeff said, seemingly nervous for the first time.
“I appreciate it,” I said with a soft smile, “but I’m alright.”
“Well, if you need anything, I’ll be right down the hall to the left.” He smiled back at me before disappearing through the door.
With a sigh, I collapsed back onto the bed and closed my eyes tight. That smile was enough to drive me crazy. I hated it as much as I loved it. I opened my eyes and sat up again. I looked around the room and saw a door to the guest bathroom. I made my way there and turned on the cold water to splash it over my face. I looked into the mirror, the water ran down my face, smearing my mascara. Everything slowed down and I could finally process what was happening.
“I’m in Jeff freaking Hardy’s guest room,” I whispered to myself. I grabbed a towel to dry my face and wipe away my makeup. My mind was replaying the events of the night before like a highlight reel.
I walked back towards the bed and reached in my duffle bag to change into a baggy tee before crawling under the covers.  I couldn’t get Jeff out of my head. The way his hands felt on me, the taste of his whiskey stained lips, it all overwhelmed me. Part of me regretted not letting him stay, but I knew everything was moving too fast already. What the hell was I even doing? I buried my face into one of the pillows as though I wanted to scream into it. I wanted nothing more than to feel Jeff’s body against mine, but I knew that couldn’t happen. I couldn’t risk my job, my reputation, and most of all, I wasn’t ready for anything like that in light of my recent failed relationship. Still, though, my mind wandered as I slowly drifted into sleep.  
When I opened my eyes the next morning, it took me a moment to realize where I was. When I did, I was over whelmed with a feeling of awkwardness. I wasn’t used to being someone’s house guest, let alone the house guest of a superstar who essentially kidnapped me to his home town. I decided to take a long hot shower and gain my bearings.  
The steam from the hot water surrounded me. It felt great on my skin and in my nostrils. After the shower I wrapped myself in a towel and retreated to my duffle bag. I slipped out of my towel and into a pair of skinny jeans and a gray tank top. After grabbing my makeup and returning to the bathroom, I decided to actually do my makeup with some amount of real effort. I towel dried my hair for the most part but left it down and messy to air dry the rest of the way. By now it was 8:15am, I hadn’t heard any noise in the house so I figured I would take a look around.
I tipped-toed out of the guest room and found the kitchen, where a pot of coffee was already made. I put my hand on my hip and looked around but saw no sign of Jeff. I walked towards the coffee pot before being startled by a voice.
“Holy shit, Jeff actually brought a girl home!?”
With a squeal, I jumped and turned around, entering the kitchen was non-other than Jeff’s brother. Matt Hardy. I probably looked like a deer in the headlights, causing Matt to let out a laugh. He walked towards me and extended his hand for a handshake.
“I’m Matt,” he said with a grin. I offered my hand, still silent. Instead of a handshake he lifted my hand to kiss it. I was speechless. Before I could find any words, I saw Jeff enter the room wearing nothing but athletic shorts and a towel draped on his neck. I assumed he had just finished a morning workout. Sweat glistened on his physique, complimenting every muscle.  
“Is he bothering you?” Jeff asked, narrowing his eyes at his brother.
“Uh, no, I just-” I said, swiping my hand away from Matt.
“I was just introducing myself to your girlfriend here,” Matt said with a smirk.  
“She’s just a friend, Matt, this is Ashlyn,” Jeff said, leaning in the doorway.
“Ah... I see,” Matt replied, giving me a wink before looking me up and down. “So, she’s fair game for the older, better looking, superior Hardy brother?”
"Okay, Cassanova, back it up,” Jeff said, pushing off the wall. I could hear a hint of jealousy in his voice.
Matt laughed, walking over to his brother and pulling him into a strong hug. I heard him whisper, “I guess that means she’s off limits then?”
Jeff rolled his eyes, “it’s good to see you too, brother.”
Meanwhile, I just stood there, unsure how to react. I felt completely out of my element. The brothers made some small talk and caught up a bit before Matt made his exit. I stood there, leaning against the counter next to the coffee maker as Jeff walked over.  
“Sorry about him,” Jeff said, leaning over me. My heart stopped for a moment until I realized he was reaching for the coffee mugs behind me. I could have cut the tension with a knife.
“It’s no problem,” I said quietly.
“How did you sleep?” Jeff asked, pouring two cups of coffee.  
“Pretty good, yourself?” I asked, taking one of the cups of coffee.
Jeff shrugged, taking a sip from his mug. “Look, Ash,” he said, his voice more serious than I’d heard it before. “I wanted to apologize for being so forward.”
“It’s o-” I began, before he interrupted me.
“No, let me get this out, please,” he said, his eyes pleading. “I know, I just met you and I know I come off really strong... But, I guess, I don’t know, I just live to act on impulse. The connection I feel with you is strange, it’s not something I can explain. But, I guess, I just want you to know, I’m not trying to play some game with you or anythin’ like that. You’re a good person, you’ve had a tough past, and I can relate to that. What I’m trying to say is, well, it’s nice being around someone who gets it.”
“Jeff,” I said, looking down. “You don’t need to explain yourself to me. But I really should thank you. You broke me out of my comfort zone, something that hasn’t happened in a very long time, but something that needed to happen.”
Gently, he lifted my chin with his fingers. “Well, I’m glad I could help.”
It was quiet for a moment, as we looked into each others eyes. Butterflies fluttered inside of me.  For a moment I thought about breaking the space between us and kissing him, hoping he’d do the same. Instead, we were interrupted by his cellphone ringing on the counter next to us.  
He looked over at it, noticing it was Matt calling. He picked it up and answered in an annoyed tone. “Weren’t you just over here?”
I took a sip from my coffee, watching Jeff roll his eyes at whatever his brother was saying.  
“Yeah, no, that does sound like a good time... Sure... Okay, but no shenanigans. We’ve gotta be on the road in the morning. Cool, see you tonight.”  
He lightly tossed his phone back on the counter top and ran his fingers through his hair. “Sorry about that.”
“No worries,” I said, sipping my coffee again.  
“How would you feel about a good old-fashioned bonfire tonight? Matt is a bit of a pyro and wants to show you how we do it out here in Cameron.”
I smirked slightly, the idea reminded me of the summer nights I had spent back home with friends. “That actually sound pretty great.”
“I’m glad you said that,” Jeff said, “because Matt didn’t really give us a choice.”
“Somehow, I’m not surprised,” I said with a smile.  
The rest of the morning was spent with Jeff giving me the grand tour of the house. He explained that the paintings were mostly his own and showed me his studio. I was impressed by everything I saw. I’d never have assumed that a superstar athlete like him had such an artistic side. He explained that art was an outlet for his inner demons and that it helped him cope a lot with his past and darker moments in life. One of the basement rooms looked like it was once a recording studio, but it seemed to be untouched. I knew he also had an affinity for music, but didn’t know he recorded it himself.
“You’re just a Jack of all Trades, aren’t you?” I said, touching the strings on a guitar hanging on the wall.  
“Yeah, I mean, I guess you could say that,” Jeff said absently, seeming to be insecure. He rubbed the back of his neck and looked away from me. It was strange to see him tense up in such a way.  
“Do you still play?” I asked.
“Nah, it’s been a while, honestly...” His voice trailed off and he seemed uncomfortable.
“I see,” I said, crossing my arms and looking down. I knew there was something of a hard subject under the surface of his vague response so I didn’t want to push it.  
“I haven’t really played since, well... Since my ex.” He finally admitted. I was about to say something when he continued on. “I used to write all these love songs for her and all that shit, but when things went south... Well, I just kinda stopped.”
“Oh,” I said, looking down at my feet. “I’m sorry for asking.”
He shrugged, “don’t be, it was a fair question.”  
He led me back upstairs and out to his back patio. The view was incredible in the daylight. His yard was huge and well kept. A pond could be seen in the far end with trees surrounding the property.  I walked out, leaning forward on the railing of the deck rails, smiling to myself. Jeff came up and leaned next to me in the same position.
“What is it?” He asked, noticing my far-away gaze.
“It’s nothing,” I admitted. “It just reminds me of home, I suppose. You really have a beautiful corner of the world here, Jeff.”
“Yeah,” he said. Out of the corner of my eye, I noticed him look in my direction but I kept my eyes forward, examining the scenery. “It’s definitely a beautiful view from here...”
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wwekayfabequeen · 5 months ago
VICES - Jeff Hardy (PART FOUR)
Jeff Hardy x OC
Disclaimer:  This story is an AU of its own. The WWE history is pretty much the same, but the personal lives of the characters/superstars are fictional. Canon Characters are based on real people with an emphasis on kayfabe storylines. The events in this story are completely imagined and do not reflect true events.  
Warning: Brief mentions of  drinking, abuses, and addictions.
Background/Recap: OC Ashlyn finds herself in an unexpected place with none other than Jeff Hardy, who proceeds to make an interesting situation even more unexpected.
Word Count: 1916
I woke to the sound of Jeff singing softly with the radio. I opened my eyes to notice the sun was setting. I realized I had fallen asleep while Jeff was driving. It was weird to me that it was almost dark out, the drive shouldn’t have been more than a couple hours from when I’d fallen asleep. I stretched my arms out in front of me with a groan and wiped my eyes.  
“It’s about time, sleeping beauty,” Jeff teased.  
“What?” I asked groggily. “Aren’t we close to Atlanta yet?”
“We’re taking a detour, actually,” he said.
“A detour? Why?” I asked. I looked at the clock and it was past 8pm. A slight panic set in. “Where are we?!”
“About 30 minutes outa Charlotte,” Jeff said with a smirk.
“Charlotte?” I questioned before it dawned on me. “Oh, Jesus fucking Christ.” I covered my eyes with my hands and let out a groan. We were in North Carolina, the opposite direction of where I needed to be going.
“Yep, we’re almost to Cameron now,” Jeff said.
“Are you serious?” I said, sinking into my seat. “You kidnapped me to bring me to your home town?”
Jeff laughed. “Oh, c’mon, I didn’t kidnap you... Well, maybe a little.”
“I can’t believe this, corporate is going to kill me,” I mumbled. I was in disbelief, part of me thought maybe I was still asleep. I had met this man one day ago and now he was driving my car to his hometown, 6 and a half hours away from where I was supposed to be. Suddenly I realized I had to check my phone. It was blowing up. My mom had left several messages, Megan was wondering why I wasn’t at the hotel yet, and some of my clients were looking to get sessions in.  “Shit.”
“Hey,” Jeff looked at me, “everything’s alright. I just thought you could use a couple days away from the real world. Don’t worry about work, I’ll handle the heat they put on you. Trust me, this is nothing compared to some of the shit everyone else does there.”
I looked back at him; my heart was pounding with anxiety. I didn’t know what I was getting into and I knew I should have been more cautious about the giant red flag this situation was throwing up, but a part of me loved the spontaneity of it all. I knew it might make for a good story someday and I also knew that I would be kicking myself for not seeing what was going to happen. Jeff freaking Hardy was driving my car and sweeping me away to his hometown. How was this real?
“Alright, fine,” I said. “But I absolutely need to be to Atlanta by Sunday night.”
“You’ve got my word, darlin,” Jeff said with a wink.
“So, how long did you have this planned?” I asked, teasing.
“You think I planned this?” He asked, innocently.
“I know you did,” I said, turning myself towards him.
“You better save your questions, I’ve got a different plan in mind,” he said.  
Before I could say anything else, he was pulling off the highway. I saw a sign that said “Welcome to Cameron.” Jeff began to point out various spots along the road, different shops, landmarks, telling me little stories about each of them. He really loved this place and it was easy for me to understand why. It was a sweet small town that reminded me of my own home. I couldn’t help but smile at him telling the stories and reminiscing.  It didn’t take long for him to pull into a dive bar on the side of the road.  
“Here we are,” he said. “Stop number one on your personal tour.”
“You realize I’m in sweats, right?” I said, suddenly self-conscious.  
“Trust me, no one here will care sweetheart.”
“I care,” I teased with a pout. I took my hair out of the messy bun it had been in and tousled it around until it was somewhat presentable. I then reached in my purse and grabbed my mascara and lip-gloss. After a quick touchup in the mirror I decided it was good enough.  
“Wow,” Jeff said.
“Wow, what?” I said puckering my lips in the mirror to make sure the lip gloss was even.  
“Well, for one that was quick,” he said, “and two, you half-ass clean up pretty good.”
“Oh, shut it. I ain’t even done yet.” I looked at him with an eye roll and a grin, sensing the sarcasm on his tongue, matching it with my sass. I got out of the car and reached into the back seat to grab some clothes out of my bag and stuffed them in my purse. “I know how small-town bar’s work, honey.”
Once we made our way inside, I darted straight for the ladies room. When I got there I decided to quickly finish touching up my makeup and hair. Adding a little eyeliner and taming the waves in my hair. I had to admit to myself, I really didn’t look half bad. I guess luck was on my side. I quickly slid off my sweats and changed into a pair of jean shorts and a black tight v-neck. I slipped out to the car to drop off my spare clothes. Suddenly my heart sank as I realized I hadn’t called my mom back yet. I decided to light a cigarette and send her a text that I’d call her later. I hated the fact that I was a smoker, but I had been addicted since meeting my ex. It helped calm my anxiety as disgusting as the habit was.
As I took a drag off the cigarette, it began to set in that what was happening was real. I began to get nervous thinking about Jeff. I exhaled the smoke and closed my eyes. This was an adventure I wasn’t ready for, but it was now or never. I stomped out the cig and retreated into the bar, trying to appear as confident as possible.  
When I walked in, I immediately saw Jeff leaning against the bar, making small talk with the bartender. It was an older gentleman with gray hair and an army tattoo on his left arm. I knew the type well, he reminded me of my dad and his buddies.  
“How does a punk like you get a girl like this?” The bartender beamed out, nudging Jeff. He laughed nervously and looked down.  
“He didn’t,” I said with a wink as I approached the bar. “We’re just co-workers.”
“Ouch,” the bartender said with a wince. “So, that means you’re available then, little lady?”
Jeff rolled his eyes, “Come on, Chuck, she’s way outta your league.”
“I’m just teasin’ ya kid,” he said smiling at me. “What can I get ya? Vodka sprite?”
“Whiskey coke actually,” I smirked. I still felt a little worse for wear from the morning’s hangover, but I felt like a little hair of the dog couldn’t hurt.
“Told ya,” Jeff said, shaking his head at the bartender. Jeff told me how this was his old stomping ground, his favorite bar. He and the bartender took turns telling stories to me, my face was lit up the whole time as I laughed along with them. It reminded me of home.  
After several stories, my phone rang. I sighed and excused myself to answer it. It was Megan and she was fuming. I took the back door out the bar to hide while she chewed my ear off. “Hey, Meg.”
“Where the hell are you!? Are you okay? Why the fuck don’t you answer your phone?” She was basically screaming through the phone.
“I am perfectly fine, calm yourself,” I said.
“Are you with him?” She asked.
“Who?” I asked.
“You know damn well who,” she said. “Jeff Hardy.”
“Look, I had to take a detour, I’ll be in Atlanta on Sunday night,” I said, avoiding her question.
“Oh my God, you totally are with him!” She beamed. “You need to tell me everything!”
“I’m hanging up, Meg.” I warned, when suddenly I was tapped on the shoulder. Jeff stood there, gesturing for me to hand him the phone. I furrowed my brow in confusion but handed it to him.  
“Hey Megan, this is Jeff,” he greeted. I couldn’t hear what she was saying, but I wished I could. “Yes, she’s fine. I’m taking good care of her.... Yeah, uh-huh, we’ll be back on Sunday... Have we what...? Oh, Megan, I’m getting another call. Ash will talk to you Sunday.”
As he hung up, I sighed in relief, assuming he was faking the other call, until he looked at the screen- there really was another call. “Oh, no, please no,” I pleaded, reaching for the phone.  
“Hello, Mrs. Dixon!” Jeff grinned, giving me a wink.  
“Not my mom....” I buried my face in my hands, about ready to die from embarrassment.
“Oh, me? I’m a friend of your daughter’s, my names Jeff... Do I happen to be Jeff Hardy? Well, yes, actually... Awe, ma’am, I’m so flattered to hear that you are a fan!.... Oh, she what? Really?” Jeff smirked, raising an eyebrow towards me. My eyes widened, I quickly grabbed for the phone.
“MOM, IT’S ME, what are you telling him!?” I blurted out into the phone. Meanwhile, Jeff was laughing so hard he held his ribs.
“Oh, honey, I just mentioned how you used to have the biggest crush on him! It is so great you two are friends now!” My mom’s voice was gleaming through the phone as I turned a thousand shades of red.  
“Oh, Jesus, Mom... You didn’t.” I was completely mortified.
“Just wait until I tell your dad! Oh, honey, he is going to be over the moon that you’re friends with one of the Hardy Boyz!” Her voice was pure excitement.
“Mom, please, no, it’s not a big deal. We aren’t really friends; I just know him from work," I said, glancing at Jeff who pretended to look offended. “I’ll talk to you later mom, yes, I’ll stay out of trouble. Love you too.” I hung up the phone and turned to Jeff, who had the smuggest look on his face.
“So, I hear ya were a huge fan of mine during the Attitude Era?” He crossed his arms with a smirk.
“Jesus Christ,” I whispered, burning with embarrassment. “I need another drink.”
I turned to go inside when Jeff grabbed my arm to stop me. “I’m just teasin’ ya, darlin’.”
“I just don’t get it,” I admitted, clearly flustered. “You and I met yesterday. At work. Last night we drunkenly made out in a hotel stairwell, today you kidnap me to your hometown, what in the hell is going on?”
His expression softened, a tinge of guilt painting his eyes. “I’m real sorry, Ashlyn. Truly. You must think I’m-”
“No, Jeff, I didn’t mean to snap,” I said, interrupting him. I sighed. “It’s just been a lot for me to process. You’ve been incredibly sweet; I just don’t know why it’s been to me.”
He shrugged, kicking the gravel, “there’s just somethin' about you I still can’t explain.”
“Well, thank you for all the spontaneity,” I said, putting a hand on his arm. The same electricity I had felt before came surging back with the touch. He looked down at me, his eyes kind.  
“Let’s get out of here," he said, taking my hand.
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wwekayfabequeen · 5 months ago
Jeff Hardy x OC
Disclaimer:  This story is an AU of its own. The WWE history is pretty much the same, but the personal lives of the characters/superstars are fictional. Canon Characters are based on real people with an emphasis on kayfabe storylines. The events in this story are completely imagined and do not reflect true events.  
Warning: Brief mentions of abuse and addictions.
Background/Recap: OC Ashlyn is a massage therapist/physical therapist working behind the scenes for WWE. Her world has turned upside down when one of her clients turns out to be the one and only Jeff Hardy. After a night of drinking together she begins to realize her mistakes from the night before.
Word Count: 1636
I woke up the next morning in a fog. My head throbbed as I rolled over in bed.  Luckily, I didn’t work that day. Instead, I’d be spending four hours in the car heading from Nashville to Atlanta. After a moment of getting my head together, I realized the events of the night before and sat up in bed abruptly. My eyes scanned the room but Jeff was gone. I sighed in relief and fell back into bed.  
After a couple minutes I rolled out and headed to the bathroom to get ready for the day. I could still taste the whiskey on my breath from the night before. I brushed my teeth, washed my face, and did my makeup. I tied my hair into a messy bun and slipped into some baggy sweatpants and a bralette with a loose tank top over it. I started packing up my suitcase and duffle bag. While packing my things up I heard a knock at the door. It was 10:30am and check out was at 11am. I guessed it was housekeeping.  
“Coming!” I yelled, stumbling over unpacked shoes. I opened the door to see Jeff standing there. “Oh- uh, hey.”
“Mornin,” he said with a slight smile. He held up a cup of coffee. “Thought you might need this.”
“Thanks, I was just packing up for check out if you wanted to come in...” I said looking down, taking the cup from him. I hoped he would turn down the invitation I extended. Part of me was dying inside from anxiety about the night before. I couldn’t remember all the details, but I remembered enough to feel like an idiot.  
“I actually was hoping I could ask you a favor,” he said rubbing the back of his neck. He took a step past me into the hotel room.  
I raised an eyebrow and asked, “and what would that be?”
“The guys left already so I kinda need a ride to Atlanta,” he said smoothly. I had a hunch that he was probably stretching the truth a little. What was he up to? It was a 4-hour trip I was definitely not ready for. I anticipated a long awkward silence.
“Well, I can’t just leave you here, so yeah, sure,” I said, walking back to my suitcase and throwing the remainder of my things into it. My duffle bag and my suitcase were full and weighed a ton. Luckily the company took care of the massage table and chair so I didn’t have to transport those with me in my Jeep. As I took one more sweep to make sure I didn’t forget anything, I grabbed my purse and reached for my other bags. Before I could, Jeff had already grabbed the duffle bag and slung it over his shoulder.  
“Nope, you ain’t carrying these, they weight more than you do.” Jeff joked. I blushed, suddenly remembering how he had to carry me to my bed the night before. I wondered how much he remembered, or how much I’d forgotten.  I smiled at his gesture.
“Oh, shit, I almost forgot,” I said, stepping into the bathroom. I grabbed his sweatshirt. “This belongs to you, don’t forget it next time.” My voice was teasing.
“If I don’t, then I’ll just need to find a new excuse to see ya again,” he said with a grin.
“What?” I asked with an eyebrow raised.  
“What?” He said, mimicking me and walking past me with a smile.
I rolled my eyes and followed him out.  We walked down to the lobby so I could check out and made out way to my car. I popped the back of the Jeep and Jeff put my bags in for me. We got in the car and I checked my phone. Of course, I had missed a couple texts from Megan, prying to get updates on the Jeff situation. I also had a missed call from my mom but I figured I’d call her back later. As I sat in the driver’s seat, I grabbed my sunglasses from the cupholder and replaced them with the coffee Jeff brought me.  
“Since you’re driving, I’ve got the radio,” he said, pulling out his phone to connect to the Bluetooth.  
“If you’re tagging along, you’re taking a turn driving you know,” I said with a smirk.  
“That’s fair,” Jeff said, putting a Pearl Jam song on.  
We got on the road and I couldn’t help but feel the tension. My head still ached and I had no words. I didn’t know what to say or what to talk about.  
“About last night,” Jeff finally said, “I’m sorry for coming on so strong. I didn’t mean for that kiss to happen; I just couldn’t help myself I guess...”
“It's all good,” I replied. “I am just as much to blame…”
“Do you remember what you said? About not wanting to be alone again?” He asked.  
“You didn’t miss your ride, did you?” I asked, looking straight ahead. I knew he wanted to talk.
“That’s not the point,” he said. “What did you mean last night?”
I sighed, gripping the steering wheel tight. “It’s a long story.”
“I think we’ve got the time,” he said, getsuring to the road in front of us, “unless you want this road trip to just be a four-hour concert featuring me.”  
“I’d take it,” I said. I let out a long sigh. “My life’s been a mess lately. A messy broken relationship resulting from an otherwise disastrous life altogether.”
“Ah,” Jeff said. “Do you wanna talk or should I start singin’?”
I let out huff and gripped the steering wheel harder. I stared ahead at the road and finally agreed to tell my story. Jeff shifted in his seat so that he was facing me a little better. I could feel his eyes on me as I became nervous. What was happening? I was about to tell one of my favorite superstars my life story, not to mention the fact that he actually wanted to hear it. I knew by this point I wouldn’t be able to see him as a client again, the transference and counter transference were way beyond professional by now.  
I told him about how I had met this guy in my hometown at the local bar. How he and I had gone to the same high school but never really knew each other. I told him how I fell hard and fast, but the guy was not who I thought he was. He was abusive, controlling, and addicted to heroin. I tried to save the guy from himself but it never worked. So, eventually, after the asshole had beaten me harder than ever after far too many second chances, I left him and pursued my real dream of being a sports massage therapist. Jeff was quiet and just let me tell my story. I never took my eyes off of the road because I was too nervous to see his expression despite knowing he was watching me the entire time. After I wrapped the story up it became quiet in the car. The dull hum of the nearly muted radio playing was all I heard for a few moments. I didn’t know what else to say and I felt stupid for sharing all that I did. I saw Jeff shift again out of the corner of my eye. He leaned over to place a hand on my knee and gently squeezed it, causing a shiver to run through me.  
“I’m sorry you had to go through that,” he said softly. I finally glanced over to him, his expression was soft and almost sad. “You deserve way better than that.”
“I think I’m stronger for it, and while I’m not glad those things happened, I am glad they set me on the path I needed to be on,” I admitted.  
Jeff removed his hand and took his turn to look out the window. “I know what you mean.”
He went on to explain his story with his ex-wife. How she enabled his addiction to pain killers and how they once OD’d together. She promised they’d get clean together for years but it never happened. Eventually Jeff realized she was only lying and telling him what he wanted to hear. He realized if they kept going, one of them, or both, were going to end up dead and he didn’t want that. It had been years since he left her but she had been the love of his life. He wanted a family with her but she was never going to be ready for that.  
I was shocked to hear everything, the stories and all the things she said to him. It was my turn to be at a loss of words. He had done such a great job of hiding his personal life from the press that no one really knew the whole story about him. While he had been talking the gas-light had come on in the car so I pulled into a gas station and up to a pump.  
“Jeff, I can’t believe she pulled you along like that... I’m sure you know already, but you are worth way more than that kind of bullshit,” I said.
He took off his seatbelt and let out a small laugh and a wink. “Oh darlin, you say that without knowing me.”
Before I could say anything, he was out of the car. I protested as he began pumping the gas for me but he insisted so I went inside to pay and grab some snacks. When I returned to the Jeep, Jeff was sitting in the driver's seat. I raised an eyebrow as I opened the passenger door.
“I figured it was my turn to drive,” he said with a smirk.  
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wwekayfabequeen · 5 months ago
After...what... two years?
I'm sort of back. Not taking requests but stay tuned for random WWE Smut! If you want an update on why I've been MIA you can ask, but otherwise I just want to provide dirty deeds done dirt cheap for y'all.
Right now I'm queuing up:
More chapters of theJeff Hardy Vices story
& some Jeff Hardy x OC x Randy Orton story I've had written up for a year or so
Basically right now I've got it BAD for the Viper at the moment so stay tuned for a story that will also likely take me ages to update because that's how trash of a person I am. Or maybe I'll type up some one shots. Who knows.
If you can relate, let's be friends.
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wwekayfabequeen · a year ago
Distraction – Finn Balor (Smut)
Disclaimer: I write all my stories in a kayfabe fashion where the superstars are true to their TV personalities unless requested otherwise.
Warnings: Possessiveness, jealousy, alcohol consumption, oral sex, rough sex, no condom.
Word Count: 2100+
Author Note: I had a wild dream about a jealous!Finn Balor and wrote this from the inspiration. Similar themes to the OneShot I wrote about Finn called Only Mine. Just way more smut... Only proofread this one once and I'm lazy... So, yeah... Enjoy!
Finn had just made his big come back after recovering from an injury. We had been together for almost a year and a half, though 10 months of that was spent long distance. He was healing and I was still on the road. It was tough but we had made it work. While he was away I had become close friends with Jaxson Ryker. I had grown up as a military brat and his past in the Marines had caused us to connect.
With Finn’s return something felt tense between us. He had felt like he had missed too much with being gone. His first match at Summer Slam was for the United States title against Seamus. He had been worried about ring-rust, but I tried my best to assure him that he had nothing to worry about.
“Hey, remember back at Royal Rumble?” Jaxson said to me as we waited outside the gorilla for Finn to come out from the locker room.
“What part?” I asked rolling my eyes.
“You know,” he said, a smug look painted on his face.
“Oh, you mean when you got tossed like a ragdoll out of the ring?” I replied with a hand on my hip, teasing.
Jaxson let out a scoff, “brat…”
I let out a laugh and pushed him playfully, “you asked.”
Jaxson cleared his throat and nodded his head to point my attention behind me. Finn was walking up towards us. His expression ice cold.
I spun around and walked up to meet him, admiring his physique in his ring gear. A smirk graced my lips as I leaned up to whisper in his ear, “you sure can still make a girl weak in the knees.”
His stare never left Jaxson as he smirked himself and pulled me close, placing a hand on the back of my neck and pulling me into a deep kiss. He bit my lip causing me to gasp. My heart skipped a beat before he let me go. His music hit and it was time for him to make his entrance to the ring.
“You’ve got this baby,” I whispered, breathlessly. I put a hand on my cheek in an effort to hide my blushing.
“Good luck, man,” Jaxson said, giving Finn a nod.
“I don’t need luck,” Finn scoffed coldly before walking out.
“Sorry,” I said to Jaxson. I looked out at Finn, walking down the ramp. “I don’t know what’s gotten into him…”
“I do.” Jaxson crossed his arms.
Finn had lost the match. After he walked back through the gorilla, defeated, he didn’t say a word to me. He didn’t even look at me. He went back to the locker room silently, despite my attempt to encourage him. I had a tag match with Carmella coming up so I couldn’t wait for him to come out. I thought I’d see him waiting for me on the gorilla afterwards, but he was nowhere to be found. Instead, I caught up with Jaxson who told me he saw Finn slip out the back.  
Jaxson offered to give me a ride back to the hotel since Finn had left without me. We didn’t talk much on the way as I was lost in thought. Once back at the hotel, I paused before walking inside. I let out a sigh and hung my head.
“Hey,” Jaxson said, putting an arm around my shoulders, ushering me in. “Don’t worry about him, it’s always tough coming back from a long break and losing right out of the gate. He’ll come around.”
“I know,” I whispered. “I just hate seeing him upset like that.”
When we walked in, the first thing I saw was Finn. He was sitting at the corner booth of the hotel bar, staring at the entrance. His arms were spread out each direction across the top of the vinyl backing, a whiskey on the rocks in his right hand. Jaxson immediately took his arm off of my shoulders. We both knew exactly what was running through Finn’s head.
Without breaking his glare on Jaxson, he took a sip of his whiskey. He looked as though he was ready to start a fight. Quickly, Jaxson said good night and retreated. I slowly walked over to Finn. I knew I had no reason to feel guilty, Jaxson was like a big brother to me, but still the pit in my stomach grew as I approached Finn.
“You did great tonight,” I said, sliding into the booth on his left side. I slipped in close to him so that his arm was above me on the back of the booth. I rested my head on his shoulder as I curled up to him. “I missed you when you left…”
He said nothing, instead he washed down the rest of his drink before slamming the glass onto the table. I flinched lightly. I had never seen him like this, and as intimidating as it was, it was equally arousing.
“Were ye even watchin’ my match or were ye too distracted by yer new boyfriend?” His accent rolling off his tongue. He raised his hand with two fingers up to beckon the waitress to bring two more whiskeys.
I bit my lip, unsure how to respond. Before I could say anything, the waitress arrived with the two drinks, ignoring me altogether.
“Anything else, sweetheart?” She asked Finn, clearing exposing her cleavage to him as she grabbed the empty glass.
“Nah,” he said, waving her away. She let out a pout as she turned and walked away. He pushed one of the glasses to me before taking the other in his hand again. “Drink,” he ordered me.
I did as he said. Now, he slid his arm down from the back of the booth so that it was now resting across my shoulder.
“It seems,” he started, taking another sip of whiskey, “while I’ve been out, ye forgot who ye belong ta’.” The possessiveness in his voice was more intoxicating than the whiskey.
“I’ve only ever been yours,” I whispered as I nuzzled into his neck, still holding the glass in my hand. “Jaxson is just a friend…”
He tensed at the sound of his name. Sipping his drink. His grip on my shoulders tightened.
“C’mon baby,” I whispered. “You know he can’t compare to you.”
He let out a small growl, immediately I knew I had chosen my words poorly. In his jealousy the term compare seemed to insinuate something had happened. He took another swig of his drink. The heat of his frustration radiated off of him.
“Ye better finish that, darlin’” he said, coldly. He tossed some cash on the table for the drinks and finished his glass in one swift sip.
I did as he said, throwing my head back and taking in the reset of the drink. With a wince, I put the glass down. As soon as I did, he was pulling me out of the booth. His grip on my hand was bone crushing.
“Baby, wait a sec,” I pleaded as he dragged me towards the elevator.
“Don’t ye try sweet talkin’ me now,” he said. Once in the elevator he pinned me to the wall, staring down into my eyes. He leaned in close, his breath hot on my neck. “Ye need to be taught a lesson.”
I shivered, unable to speak. When the elevator door opened, Finn grabbed me and slung me over his shoulder. I squeaked in surprise.
“Finn!” I squirmed. He said nothing and continued walking down the hall until we were at my room. Taking my key out of my shorts pocket, he opened the door.
“His room is next t’ yers, yeah?” Finn asked, throwing me onto the bed.
“What?” I asked, propping myself up on my elbows. “Yeah… Why?”
In an instant Finn took off his shirt and was crawling on top of me. “Because I want him t’ hear ye when yer screaming my name.”
His lips crashed down onto mine as he grinded his hips into mine. His cock was rock hard, which caused me to moan loudly.
“That’s m’girl,” he growled into the kiss. His hands slipped down towards my shorts, tugging them down. He broke the kiss to pull them down and undo his jeans and take them off. I took this time to slide my tank top off. Quickly, he grabbed my wrists with one hand and pinned them above my head. Using his other hand, he fingered his way around my panties. “Wet already, darlin’?”
I moaned as he slid two fingers into me roughly. He thrusted them a couple times before pulling them out and licking them clean.
“Please,” I begged, still pinned. “I need you.”
“Tell me that yer mine,” he ordered through gritted teeth. His grip on my hands tightened. With the other hand, he kept my panties to one side of my pussy. Then with a hard, swift, thrust, his cock entered me fully.
“I’m yours,” I gasped in pleasure. He grinned, thrusting hard in and out of me. His free hand playing with my clit as he thrusted. I moaned uncontrollably. The sound of the headboard bouncing off the wall echoed in the room.
“Say m’name,” he ordered.
“Finn,” I whimpered, beginning to feel the orgasm start.
“Louder,” his pace quickened as his fingers found my sweet spot. “I want him t’hear ye.”
“FINN!” I screamed out with a moan as I began to shake, reaching my climax. “Holy fuck, Finn!”
“That’s right, darlin’…” He moaned now at the sensation of my walls tightening around him. He pulled out, gently stroking himself as to slow himself down. “I’m not done with ye yet.”
He released my wrists and crawled down to kneel at the edge of the bed. Grabbing me by the legs, he pulled me to the edge of the bed and spread my legs. He slid my panties off and stared up towards me. Looking down at him, still throbbing from the aftershocks of the orgasm, I saw him give me a wink. His mouth met my pussy and I felt his tongue begin to slide against me. My hips bucked at the sensation as I moaned loudly. Whimpering his name, I felt a second orgasm begin to hit. As soon as I came close, he pulled away for a moment and smirk at me. He knew he was torturing me and he loved it.
“Is there anythin’ ye want ta tell me, darlin?” He said seductively. “About how he compares….”
“There’s nothing to compare,” I said, biting my lip. A devilish grin came over his lips as he stood up, straddling my legs against his shoulders.
“That’s right,” he groaned, thrusting hard into me again, wiping my cum from his beard ashe did.
We both moaned loudly as he steadied his thrusts into me. The sound of the headboard against the wall resumed. My pussy began to throb as I reached another orgasm. Finn bit his lip, closing his eyes, as he leaned his head back.
“Fuck, darlin,” he groaned. I cried out as I hit my second full climax, my hips jolting. He moaned loudly, gritting his teeth. He swiftly pulled his cock out of me and stroked it a couple times before ejaculating onto my stomach.
My chest heaved as I tried to catch my breath. After a moment of regaining himself, Finn leaned over me. Leaning down to kiss me gently this time, a hint of whiskey still on his breath.
“Ye know, I love ye,” He whispered, breaking away to look me in the eyes. His gaze finally soft like the man I really knew.
“ I love you too, Finn,” I said with a smile.
He grabbed his discarded shirt and cleaned his cum off of me before crawling onto the bed and pulling me up next to him. “Now, ye better not forget who ye belong to.”
I rolled my eyes and laid my head on his chest. “I’ve only ever been yours, Balor.”
“YA HEAR THAT, RYKER?” Finn shouted suddenly, as he reached up a hand to slap the wall behind the bed. “SHE’S MINE.”
His voice softened, that same devilish grin on his face. “There, now yer boyfriend knows it too.”
“That was a little unnecessary,” I said with a scoff.
He shrugged.
“You’re lucky you’re so damn sexy when you’re jealous,” I teased, running a finger across his abs.
“Ye don’t need me to teach ye another lesson, do ye?” Finn teased back, shifting to lean over me again. He leaned in close, kissing my neck.
“Mmm,” I moaned, “well, you were gone for so long…”
His kisses turned into nibbles before he found a soft spot near my collar bone. He bit down harder this time, causing me to gasp in a mixture of pain and pleasure as he broke the skin.
“Finn,” I groaned. Suddenly he shifted straddle me, with one hand grasping the headboard he used the other to trace the love-bite with his fingers.
“See,” he said. “Yer mine.”
“I’m yours,” I agreed, looking into his eyes.
With a smirk, he leaned down, kissing me again, gently but with passion. He broke away for a moment to whisper in my ear, “this time, let me show ye how much ye mean t’me...” 
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wwekayfabequeen · a year ago
Last night I had a wild dream about a jealous!Finn Balor and wow, I've gotta write it down. ..
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wwekayfabequeen · a year ago
VICES - Jeff Hardy (PART TWO)
Jeff Hardy x OC
Disclaimer:  This story is an AU of its own. The WWE history is pretty much the same, but the personal lives of the characters/superstars are fictional. Canon Characters are based on real people with an emphasis on kayfabe storylines. The events in this story are completely imagined and do not reflect true events.  
Warning: Alcohol consumption leading to promiscuous actions.
Background/Recap: OC Ashlyn is a massage therapist/physical therapist working behind the scenes for WWE. Her world has turned upside down when one of her clients turns out to be the one and only Jeff Hardy.
Word Count: 2774
Later that night back at the hotel, I had finished a chair massage for The Miz, he was a regular who came by every week. Despite his egotistical personality, he was a pretty nice guy. He always gushed about his wife and how he couldn't wait to have a family. It was sweet. After he left, I took a long hot shower. I wrapped myself in a towel and let my long brown hair air dry. I went to sit on the sofa in my room, turning on the TV to an old XFiles rerun.
There was a knock at my door, causing me to sigh. I assumed it was one of the backstage girls looking for someone to go out to the bar with. For some reason I was always their go-to. I opened the door, holding my towel with the other hand, an annoyed expression on my face.
"What?" I asked bluntly before looking up to see Jeff Hardy standing in front of me. I tightened my grip on my towel, suddenly very self-aware of my appearance. "OH- uh, sorry, I thought you were one of the girls..."
"Is this a bad time?" He asked with his signature eyebrow raise.
"No, I was just uh, getting cleaned up," I said, tussling my wet hair. "What are you doing here?"
"Well, I was wonderin’ about that drink..." He trailed off, lifting a bottle of Jameson. His eyes wandered down my form, obviously noticing the towel. "I heard you might be a whiskey kinda girl."
"Uh, just give me one minute, okay?" I smiled nervously, closing the door quickly and rushing to my suitcase. I quickly threw on a bra, white tank-top, and some jean shorts before checking myself in the mirror and rapidly applying some mascara and fixing my hair to look somewhat presentable. I returned to the door, opening it to see Jeff still waiting there. He grinned.
"I'm so sorry about that," I smiled nervously.
"No worries, I would have called first but ya know, I don't have your number yet." He said smoothly.
"How did you know which room was-" I started before he cut me off.
"I asked Megan, the tech girl. I've seen ya with her a couple times so I figured she knew." He said.
"I should have guessed," I said, leaning in the door frame. "She the one who told you I like whiskey too?"
"You got it," Jeff grinned.
"Well, do you wanna come in, or...?" I asked.
"I actually have a spot in mind I wanted to show ya, if you're cool with that?" He leaned a hand over my head on the door way, shifting his way towards me. What on earth was I getting myself into?
"As long as you're not secretly some kind of Ted Bundy..." I said tilting my head. He laughed at my dark humor. "Let me grab my shoes."
I slipped on my Van’s sneakers near the door and grabbed my phone and room key. We walked down the hallway. He carried the bottle of Jamo effortlessly, swinging it slightly as he walked. I wasn’t sure what his angle was, Jeff had a reputation for being a bit on the hardcore side of partying, but I’d always heard he was a gentleman so I had no reason to suspect ill intentions.
"Where we headed?" I asked as we got to the stairs.
"Can't say, it's a secret," he said. "Now, close your eyes. I'll guide ya."
"You underestimate my clumsiness..." I said as he opened the door to the stairs.
"I've got ya," he said, taking my hand in his. "Close those eyes and no peaking. Trust me, I'll know."
I nodded; his works were like honey. I couldn't believe what was happening. He was acting like we were old friends even though we had only just met. I covered my eyes with my free hand, his hand pulled me to the stairs. I hesitated, he noticed and told me to relax.
"It's alright, we'll walk slow," he said softly. He let go of my hand and placed his on the small of my back, standing closer to me to guide me. "That better?"
I nodded nervously. His touch left goosebumps on me as he walked me up the stairs. We climbed a couple flights, laughing about a couple of my missteps on the way.
"Almost there," he said.
"Seriously, where are you taking me?" I asked with a laugh as I stumbled slightly. His strong arms caught me as he laughed with me, still holding the bottle as well. I blushed at how his body felt against mine.
"You'll see, now there's a door here... Don't peak. I'll get it," he said. I heard the door click open as he led me through. I felt a breeze hit my skin. We were outside?
"Alright, open your eyes," he commanded, taking his hand off me. I did as he asked. We were on the roof. I turned to him and smiled as he propped the door open with a pipe.
"I should have known by the stairs," I said. "It's beautiful up here."
"Hell yeah it is," he said, standing up. "I figured if we were gonna talk about space, the best place to do it is under the open sky."
It was well past dark, around 11pm, even with the light pollution the stars were still pretty visible from where we were. I wasn't a huge fan of heights and being seven stories up made me a little nervous to think about, but I had to admit the view of Nashville was something.
"Well, I figured I owe you for today, you truly worked wonders," Jeff said. He held up the bottle of Jameson towards me. "You didn't let me buy you a drink so I had to improvise."
"You really didn't have to," I said taking the bottle and unscrewing the cap and taking a swig. The warm liquor burned its way down my throat. I winced slightly. "I do appreciate the trouble though."
I handed the bottle to him, he smiled. Jeff took a swig of his own before walking to the edge of the roof taking in the view. I stayed back a few steps. He looked back at me, saying softly, "the view isn't bad, but the stars ain't nothin like back home."
"You're from a small town too I'm guessing?" I said, full well knowing where he was from.
"Sure am," he replied. "You coming over here?"
"I'm alright back here..." I said, looking at my feet.
"Afraid of heights?" He asked with a smirk. "Come on, ya won't fall."
I took a step forward, but shook my head. "I might need a couple more drinks before I work up that kind of courage."
"Fair enough, but before we're done here, I'm makin ya look over," he teased, handing me the bottle again.
"Good luck," I said with a wink before taking another swig. I took a seat on the ground against one of the ventilation units. Jeff sauntered over and sat next to me. We talked for a while about the stars, passing the bottle back and forth. Our conversation flowed as we talked about everything from alternate universes to our home towns. He started telling me stories about the stupid things he and his brother Matt did as kids. I was feeling the whiskey pretty hard as I giggled and laughed at his stories. There was a moment when we both went silent. I looked up at the sky, admiring the stars. Jeff stood up.
"Come on," he said, reaching down to grab my hand and pull me up.
"Oh, God," I said. He started to pull me to the edge of the roof.
"You gotta face your fears sometime, sweetheart," he said.
I gave my best pouty face and took a big swig of the half empty bottle before putting it down. I let him lead me to the edge, but I stopped short. "I don't want to fall..."
Jeff smiled with a small laugh. "Oh, honey, I ain't gonna let you fall. C'mon..."
He stepped around me, placing his hands on my waist, gently nudging me forward. I let out a deep breath and moved to the edge.
"Is this so bad?" He asked, his hands still on my waist.
I bit my lip and shook my head. I felt a little silly, like some cliché of Rose and Jack from the Titanic. I felt Jeff's hands move up my back to my shoulders. I couldn't tell if the goosebumps were from his touch or the chilled night air, but he noticed them.
"Ah shit, Ash, you've gotta be freezin, I'm sorry," he said, concerned. He took his hands off me and immediately took off his black zip up hoodie and wrapped it around me. "I hope this helps."
"Oh, I'm fine- really..." I said turning my head towards him. He just raised an eyebrow and shook his head.
"I don't need it," he reassured me.
"Thanks, Jeff. For everything tonight," I said. His sweatshirt smelled like his cologne, an intoxicating scent. It was still warm from his body heat.  
I was quickly distracted by a bat flying towards us and past the building. It startled me, making me turn and trip forward as I let out a scream. I fell into Jeff, who caught me, as I accidentally knocked him down to the ground on the rooftop.
"You alright?" he asked me, concern in his voice. We were a tangled mess; I was on top of him with his arms safely around me. I couldn't help but burst out laughing and collapse completely onto him.
"Holy shit," I said between laughs, "I seriously thought I was gonna die."
Jeff began to chuckle, "you're ridiculous."
Whether it was the alcohol, the self-proclaimed near-death experience, or something else, I could stop giggling. I rolled off of Jeff onto my back on the ground, covering my mouth with one hand and holding my abdomen with the other. My sides had started to hurt from the laughter. Finally, when I calmed down, I snapped back into reality. Jeff had rolled over to prop himself up on his side right neck to me.
"Shit, Jeff, are you okay? I'm sorry I-" I started to say, realizing how I had knocked him over.
He just put a finger to my lips to shush me with a grin, "what are you apologizin’ for? I'm fine."
I smiled and hung my head, feeling a little embarrassed. Jeff's fingers took my chin, he lifted my head. His mesmerizing green eyes stared into the depths of my brown ones.
"Why do I feel so connected to you?" He asked bluntly, causing me to blush. His hand slid to cup the side of my face; he was close enough to me that I could feel his hot breath on my face.
I didn't have an answer. I was speechless, like a deer in the headlights. Was he going to kiss me? Did he do this with all the girls? What the hell was happening?
He hung his own head now, whispering, "I'm sorry. I don't mean to be so forward, there's just something about you..."
"That feels like we've known each other for ages?" I finally found some quiet words.
"Yeah," he said. He took his hand off my cheek and maneuvered himself to lay on his back next to me. "In another life maybe we've already met."
"I mean there is a plethora of parallel universes up there," I said, gesturing to the sky above us.
"I can't argue that, sweetheart," he said. I propped myself up and leaned over him, gaining his attention. I placed one hand firmly on his chest, I could feel his heart beat under his strong pectoral muscles. I looked him in the eye before reaching for the whiskey bottle that rested behind his head. I gave him a wink before moving off of him to take a sip. He smirked, sitting up and taking a swig himself.
"So, that view wasn't so bad, I guess," I said, sitting up and trying to change the subject. I finally slid my arms through the sweatshirt he leant me, I felt like I was drowning in it.
"Told ya so," he teased.
"I mean, the bat wasn't cool, but you win some you lose some..." I said with a shrug as I hugged my knees.
Jeff laughed, "you're absolutely right."
"Thanks?" I replied, raising an eyebrow, unsure if he was being sarcastic. Before we could say anything else, I began to feel cold rain drops on my skin. It quickly turned into a downpour, causing me to jump up and squeak in surprise. My mouth hung open as I held up my hands, defenseless in the cold rain.
"I guess that's our queue to get out of here," Jeff said, chuckling as he squinted through the rain. "Let's go."
I picked up the bottle as he ushered me to the door. Once we got inside, we could hear the rain pouring down outside. We were both drenched. Jeff laughed as I squealed from the surprise shower, causing me to laugh with him. I was drunk, whether I cared to admit it or not. I grabbed his hand and let him down the stairway, giggling softly. He stopped me on the landing after the first flight of stairs, pulling my hand so I'd be closer to him.
"When you said you'd schedule a rain check, I didn't plan on it bein’ so literal," he teased, his voice was seductive.
"It’s all just part of my spell," I teased back. Jeff smirked and firmly placed his hands on the front of my hips as he backed me into the wall. My heart was racing. I could feel the water from the rain dripping off my clothing and down my skin. Jeff looked down at me, his eyes wandering my body. I realized my now wet white tank top revealed the black lace bra I was wearing clearly, causing me to blush. His hands wandered up my body until he was holding the sides of my face as he pressed himself harder against me. The tension between us was electric. I could smell the whiskey on his breath, as I was sure he could on mine. What felt like minutes had only been seconds. Suddenly his lips were crashing onto mine, I dropped the whiskey bottle, causing it to shatter.
"Shit," he said, breaking away, breathless. "I shouldn't have-"
"I don’t care," I said flatly, wrapping my arms around his neck and pulling him into kiss me again. He placed one hand on my waist and with the other lifted my leg up to wrap around him. His fingers slid against the raindrops still on my skin, causing me to shiver. When we broke apart from the kiss for air, we were both breathless. I could feel my heart pound against my chest.
"We shouldn't be doing this," I whispered in his ear.
"I know." He said, hanging his head. After a moment he let go of my leg and grabbed my hand and started walking down the stairs. "Come on, we gotta dry off."
He led me back to my room, my surroundings were starting to spin. Jeff held onto me, making sure I didn't fall. Once we finally made it to my room, he sent me to change. I managed to put on a old band tee and booty shorts. I walked out to see Jeff sitting shirtless on the sofa, drying his hair with a towel.
"Jeff?" I said softly, leaning my side against the wall of the hallway.
"You okay, sweetheart?" He asked, standing up to help me walk.
"I hope you don’t think less of me," I said. "I know we just met, and I'm supposed to be a professional, and... well... this isn't very professional."
"Shhh," he said. "You don't owe any apologies; I believe I might though..."
I shook my head and tried to take a step; my legs began to fail me.
"Woah, easy now. I've got ya," Jeff said getting up from the couch, putting my arm around his neck and swooping me up off my feet. He carried me to the bed and tucked me into it. When he turned to leave, I grabbed his hand.
"Wait," I said softly, barely a whisper. "Can you just stay with me?... I don't want to be alone again..."
Jeff looked back at me with a soft smile, "of course."
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wwekayfabequeen · a year ago
VICES - Jeff Hardy (PART ONE)
Jeff Hardy x OC
Disclaimer:  This story is an AU of its own. The WWE history is pretty much the same, but the personal lives of the characters/superstars are fictional. Canon Characters are based on real people with an emphasis on kayfabe storylines. The events in this story are completely imagined and do not reflect true events.  
Warning: None for this chapter. 
Background: OC Ashlyn is a massage therapist/physical therapist working behind the scenes for WWE. Her world turns upside down when one of her clients turns out to be the one and only Jeff Hardy.
Word Count: 1748 ___________________
It had been a slow day at work, as it often was. I was a massage therapist for WWE, my dream job, but most wrestlers were too proud to come in for massages. They thought it was a luxury, not a necessity like physical therapy. Though I was trained in both massage and physical therapy, I was new to the company and had to work my way up to being a physical therapist. Most of the time the talent would rather be in the gym than on the table, but I finally had someone on the books for the afternoon. It was the day after Smackdown so I assumed someone had pulled or sprained something the night before and wanted a quick fix. I was getting my table ready, wondering who my client was. I had guessed it was a newbie or a less reputable figure as they were more likely to come in. I had been working on the Smackdown circuit for 6 months and only a handful of big-name superstars had come to see me. One afternoon Rey Mysterio had walked into my therapy room and I thought I was going to pass out, as a long time WWE fan it was hard not to be star struck at times. 
After the table was made, I began grounding and centering myself. I closed my eyes and breathed deeply. Holding my hands flat together in front of me. After a couple moments I was stirred from my thoughts from a knock at the door. I turned around, jumping slightly. My eyes widened nervously as I saw Jeff Hardy walking through the doorway. 
"Sorry, didn't mean to startle ya, Miss Dixon," he said with his velvet southern accent. 
"Not a problem, I was just trying to find my Zen," I said with a smile. I hoped I didn't sound too weird, let alone nervous. 
"Cool, I can appreciate that," he said. He handed me the consent form and medical history sheet he'd filled out that was required for new clients. I instructed him on how to position himself on the table and completed the other intake criteria before leaving the room for him to undress and get on the table. When outside the room I let out a deep breath. I was nervous and all my grounding and centering went to the wayside. Jeff had been my favorite wrestler since his debut with his brother. I couldn't believe I was about to massage him. My heart was pounding but I knew I had to get it together and be professional. I reviewed his forms and which areas he wanted to focus on. His legs were his primary concern, but his lower back had also been bothering him. Knowing his style, I could understand why. 
After a few minutes I knocked on the door asking if he was ready. He confirmed and I entered the room. He was face down on the table underneath the sheet. I told him the pressure and techniques I planned to use. He just gave me a thumbs up and told me, "don't be shy about the pressure, sweetheart, I can take it." 
I blushed lightly; glad that he couldn't see my face. I started the massage on his legs, over the sheet to warm up the muscles. Once the tissue was ready, I draped the top sheet to reveal the back of his leg I started working, looking for knots and trigger points with compressions. Jeff groaned when I hit a tender spot on his gastrocnemius (calf) muscle. 
"Too much pressure?" I asked, lightening my touch. 
"Nah, it was a good hurt. Just wait till ya get to my back..." He said. 
"Good to know," I said. "If I strain a muscle on one of the Hardy Boyz I'd probably get fired" 
He laughed lightly, "I'd be impressed." 
As I continued to work the legs, he was quiet, other than some small groans in the tender spots of his muscles. I couldn't believe I was massaging Jeff freaking Hardy. I covered his legs and moved to his back. 
"Do you want your glutes worked on today?" I asked timidly. Part of me hoping he'd say no because I knew I'd turn a thousand shades of red. 
"You're not coming onto me are ya?" He asked in a joking tone. There I was, completely flushed in the face. 
"No-no, of course not, I just-" I stuttered. 
"I'm kidding, I know how it goes sweetheart," he said. "Just do whatever you gotta do. So far, your hands have been amazing." 
I smiled at his comment, still blushing wildly, and draped the sheets to work his entire back and glutes, using a towel to cover up anything seemingly inappropriate. Once again, I started with light pressure to warm up the tissue before slowly transitioning to deeper work. 
"Can I ask you a question," he asked. 
"Sure," I replied, gliding my hands across his back as I leaned over him. I expected him to ask questions about my profession, as most clients did. How long I’d been practicing for, what techniques I was trained in, things like that. 
"Do you think there's other life out on the universe?" He asked. I was taken aback by his question for a moment. 
"You mean like... aliens?" I responded after a brief silence. 
"Yeah, or whatever," he said with a groan. 
"I guess, yeah, it’d be pretty closed minded to think we are all alone out here." I continued to go deeper as I reached his lower back. 
"Fuck..." His voice was a whispered moan as I knew I found the right spot on his muscle. "God damn, you're good..." 
His comment made me smirk to myself as my face continued to flush. It took every ounce of self-control not to giggle. "Just doing my job." 
"Well damn, keep goin," he encouraged me. "So, about those aliens..." 
As I worked, he continued to talk to me about space and all of his theories. I hadn't expected him to think so deeply, especially while being massaged. Most of my clients preferred not to talk, but Jeff wouldn't stop. Admittedly, it made it hard to focus. I finished working on his back and glutes, forgetting he was a superstar for a little while. I was completely comfortable like he was just any other client I had seen back before my time with WWE. That is until he had to turn over so I could get to the front of his legs. Suddenly I was nervous again, trying my hardest not to tremble. 
"Alright, Jeff, I'll have you turn over so I can work on the other side of your legs. I turned away so he could reposition himself. 
"Alright," he said, "work your magic," he said. 
I turned to face him again. Seeing his face made me turn red again. His eyes were closed and the room was dim but I was still worried he'd notice somehow. After warming up the tissue on his leg I draped the sheet, I took extra caution not to graze my hand inappropriately, but was quickly distracted by seeing a scar running the length of his ankle to his knee from a past surgery. I lightly touched it, causing him to flinch. 
"Sorry," I quickly said, instinctively looking towards his face. He opened his eyes, making eye contact with me. 
"Don't worry, it's just a little ticklish is all, the scar tissue and all that" he smiled. He reached his hand to touch my forearm gently. "You won't hurt me, I promise." 
Electricity flowed through me from his touch, I nodded and turned my face back towards his leg to hide my red cheeks. I worked on the muscles, noticing his brow furrow and his face tighten as I hit the sore areas in his knees. He didn't talk as much so I knew he may have had more pain in the muscles I was working. When I finally finished, I ended the session with some firm compressions on his legs. 
"Alright Jeff, how are you feeling?" I asked, tucking a loose tuft of hair, that had fallen out of my messy bun, behind my ear. 
He opened his eyes and sat up, the sheet falling loosely around his abs, it was all I could do not to stare. 
"You really are magical," he said, smiling slightly as he looked into my eyes and stretched to grab his legs. 
"Hey, I just do what I can," I said, brushing off the compliment. 
"No, seriously, I feel amazing thanks to you," he said, reaching to take one of my hands in his. He squeezed them firmly. "You have some sort of gift. Thank you." 
I grinned, completely flattered. "Anytime. I will step out so you can get changed. Come on out when you're ready." 
I left the room; his face was now an image engraved in my head. It felt like a dream I'd wake up from. Jeff walked out of the room a couple minutes later, stretching his arms. 
"Seriously, Miss Dixon, that was the best massage I’ve ever had," he said, walking up to me where I had been leaning against the wall. "I will definitely be comin’ back. I feel like a new man." 
"Please, you can call me Ash," I said. "I'm glad I could help. Just be sure to drink a lot of water and, well, I’m sure you know the drill." 
"Yeah, so, about that conversation we were having about the mysteries of the universe..." he started. 
"Yeah?" I asked with an eyebrow raised and my arms crossed. 
"I think we have a lot more to discuss," he smiled, crossing his arms to mirror me. 
"Is that so?" I laughed lightly. 
"Yep, do you wanna get a drink?... Or aren't you allowed to hang out with clients?" He asked. 
I looked down, completely flattered. "My contract doesn’t say I can’t, because my clients are also technically my coworkers, but another time... I've gotta clean up and finish my notes here. Then I have another client back at the hotel for a chair massage..." 
"Now I hope you're not just sayin’ that not to hurt my feelings," he teased, "cause I'm holding you too that, sweetheart." 
I smiled, looking up at him. "I'll get a rain check on my books, sweetheart," I teased back. 
"Alright, I guess I'll see ya around then," he said with a wink before turning to walk out. 
I stood there, breathless, watching him walk away. I already knew he was going to be trouble.
Author Note: I hope you enjoyed part one, part two will be almost twice as long. It’s ready to go so I will queue it to post soon. Thanks for reading. X
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wwekayfabequeen · a year ago
VICES - Jeff Hardy Story - OC Outline
For an upcoming story I will be starting to post, here is the background info on the main OC. I started writing this thing two years ago, I think it’s finally time it sees the light of day...
Name: Ashlyn Dixon (Ash)
Birthdate: April 13th, age 28
Hometown: Outskirts of Brooksville, FL
Height: 5’6”
Weight: 125 lbs
Appearance: Athletic but slender build. Dark brown hair. Blue/Grey eyes. Tan skin. Dresses mostly casual, tee’s, tanks, leggings, shorts, etc. (Appearance reference; Megan Fox)
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Occupation: Sports Massage Therapist/Physical Therapist
Background/Plot: Ashlyn went to work for the WWE to leave her past behind her. An abusive relationship left her looking for a fresh start and travelling across the country was the perfect way to do it. One day while working, Jeff Hardy makes his way into her life and she soon realizes it will never be the same. (More background will be revealed in the story.)
Disclaimers: I have to give some brief explanation to the nature of Ash’s profession. Massage Therapists must be licensed within the state they are working, for the sake of the story I’m just going to go with the fictional logic that she is licensed in the state of Florida and works under contract for the Orlando location of WWE’s performance center, thus giving her the approval to work on the road for other “employees” of WWE on the road. Also, the relationship between massage therapists and clients is strictly professional and should the event occur where those boundaries are broken, the massage therapist must not see that client professionally anymore (which will be important for the story.)
* The events within this story take place in a fictitious alternate universe where the details of the real-life WWE Superstars have been altered. This story is also written in a kayfabe fashion, whereas the personalities of the Superstars remain true to their on-screen presence.  
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