#Jeff Hardy

[malrieoni]

MoM : "I'm coming home late. You boys better not kill each other."

The Kids :

[ache0u0]

憋不住一点，点击发送按钮😡

[sageispunk]

pretty like u (18+)

↳ A little lipstick never hurt anyone...

pairing: early 2000s jeff hardy x bestfriend!alt!black!reader

wordcount: 1.5k+

warnings: 18+, smut, just a lil self indulgent fic, reader is also a wrestler & southern, MUA foreplay basically, making out, lap riding/dry humping, dubcon if u squint, light choking

“You sure it’s gon’ look good, baby?”

“Mhmm, now sit still…you’re gonna mess me up.”

Kittie was playing faintly on your stereo behind you, coming off the nu metal mixtape you put together last week. Jeffrey watched as you continued to work on his face. The two of you were seated in front of your brightly lit, custom-made vanity. You straddled the fluffy brown bench and he sat in front of you, leaning forward in the chair he pulled over from across the room.

You could feel his pretty green eyes on you as you held his jaw sturdy with one hand, using the other to very carefully pen the eyeliner along his lower lash line. You didn’t want to do too much but you knew that he was okay with you playing around a little bit on his face. You could tell he was enjoying himself by the way he blushed and giggled after you’d mindlessly commented about his perfect facial structure while you were finishing up his smokey eye.

Sitting back, you scanned his face to make sure everything was symmetrical. His eyes followed yours, going back and forth until you looked away, twisting to retrieve something from the cluttered vanity.

Jeffrey tried not to stare but he couldn’t help but watch the way your body stretched and the way your clothes pulled around the curves of your body. The thin leopard print halter top you wore began to rise up on your tummy, giving him a sneak peek of the softness he was eager to lay his lips on.

The moth tattoos on the tops of both of your thighs were creeping out from under your black denim shorts. His fingers twitched in his lap, he wanted to trace them along the lines, softly, enough to get you to finally let your walls down for him.

In the few years that you’d known one another, there was almost no separating you. You’d traveled together to matches, and despite having your own hotel rooms, the two of you would often be found in yours—munching on a box of pizza together, watching Scooby Doo or some other silly cartoon. You would fly back home to NC during holidays together, visiting each other’s families before spending your own time alone.

But neither of you ever crossed that line. Sure, there were those times when you would notice his hand lingering on the small of your back as he passed by, or when he would catch you staring while he was putting on his face paint on the other side of the room. Tiny moments that the both of you brushed off as just parts of your weirdly intimate friendship, but everyone around you could see the energy there.

Like now, as you held Jeff’s jaw in your hand, with your own face just inches away from his. The pattern of his beard tickled under your fingers. A moment of eye contact had you both seizing your breath, before you tore your eyes away, focusing instead on his lips—soft, pink. You took a deep breath and popped open your black lip liner with one hand, bringing the pencil up to his face.

“Baby—” His cold hands gently landed on the tops of your thighs.

“Jeff…” You took a deep breath. “Stop calling me that.”

“Why?” His thumbs slid back and forth on your skin.

You lowered the liner back down to your lap. Jeffrey kept his face close, still in your grasp. “Just, let me finish, okay?”

“Okay.” He fought the urge to grin.

You rolled your eyes, biting your lip to hide your own smile. You quickly finished up the liner around his lips, following with a layer of your darkest purple lipstick. “Smack.”

He did as you said, and you released his face. He stayed close, and you didn’t dare to back up either. “How do I look?”

“Pretty.”

“Pretty like you?”

“Jeff-”

He leaned in just an inch. “I really wanna kiss you right now.”

You smacked your lips. “So now you wanna mess up all my ha—"

Jeffrey closed the distance between you, swallowing your words down with his lips. Your eyelids fell shut as you accepted the feelings you’d been denying for too long. Blindly sitting your materials back onto the vanity, you brought your hands up to Jeff’s shoulders. As many times as you’ve touched him before, it was nothing like how you felt him now.

His warm muscles tensed under your grasp, relaxing a second later before he slid his hands further down the sides of your thighs, tucking them under and pulling you forward into his lap. You gasped at the sudden rearrangement and Jeff chased your lips like there was nothing in the world that he needed more.

Eyes low and lipstick already smudged, he used a hand on the back of your head to bring you back in. His fingers tangled in your long, black braids, gently stimulating your scalp. Jeff’s other hand was placed firmly on your hip, massaging into your bare skin. You moaned into each other’s mouths, hands scrambling to touch as much skin as possible, to remember as much as possible.

You couldn’t stop yourself from grinding into his lap, already feeling his excitement underneath you. He whined against your lips, beginning to move in circles with you. The harmony between your bodies had you growing needier by the second, feeling almost regretful about taking so long to go further with Jeff. One of your hands found itself lightly wrapped around his neck, your fingers only slightly squeezing the sides. Jeff moaned, putting a few inches of space between your faces. You looked down at his purple, kiss-swollen lips, then back up to his eyes.

“C’mon baby, I’m all yours, take what ya need…”

Resting his head back against the chair, he pulled your free hand up to his neck to join the other. You took the hint and let both of your hands wrap around, squeezing just a bit tighter. Your hips bucked on as you felt him thrusting his hardness up into you, the only thing separating you being the fabric of both of your jeans. The teasing friction had you wanting more and more, and you tried for it.

You threw your own head back, sexually and emotionally frustrated and needing this orgasm to level your thoughts. “Fuck!”

Jeff squeezed your hips, providing a grounding sensation. You zeroed in, focusing on his touch and the heat growing between your bodies. You found the perfect pattern to move your body in, feeling the effects of both his cock and the seams of the jeans teasing your cunt.

You knew you were close, but it felt like you were missing something. You wanted to feel him, actually on you, or in you. You wanted to reach this high with him.

And just like he could read your mind, Jeff brought your attention back to his face, with his hands wrapped around your wrists. “Don’t stop, baby,” He whispered. His eyes were pleading, and so was his body under you.

“Cum with me?” Your voice was hushed, rasped, throat nearly dry although the rest of you felt the complete opposite.

Jeffrey nodded, slowly, moving once again with you as you picked up speed. Your eyes never left one another as the intensity of the moment increased. It was as though you were in tune with each other’s heartbeat, with the way the blood pumped through the other’s system. Everything in the universe began to make sense, like your whole life was leading up to this moment.

You used your hands on his neck to steady you as you moved with an eagerness even you haven’t seen in yourself. “Jeffrey— fuck, oh my god…”

“Mhmm, just like that baby, don’t stop…you’re so pretty grindin’ on me like this…”

You shouted out his name one last time, your entire body freezing up before it began to vibrate. White light blinded you behind your eyelids as you hit your peak, and you could faintly hear Jeff’s choked moans below, his own hips jerking up into you. You could feel every hair standing up on your body, every gentle gust of cool wind from the vents kissing your skin.

Your hips continued to move together, lazily, cooling down. You were synced, it seemed. Your hands loosened from his neck, falling down to his chest and feeling the swell of his chest under your fingertips.

Jeffrey pulled your arms in, effectively bringing your face back to meet his own. This time, he didn’t catch you by surprise. Your lips moved together as though you’d been doing this for years, tongues slipping past one another to explore. Sucking. Licking. Smacking.

When things cooled down, you were forehead to forehead, breathing in eah other's air. You could feel the dampness of Jeff's lap under you, whether from you or him, you didn't care. Your eyes opened and were immediately met with his soft hazel gaze. Turning your head to the side, you placed a quick, gentle kiss on the side of his face. A new warm feeling spurred within you at the sight of him blushing and turning away from you.

"Oh, now you wanna act all shy, huh? Don't tell me this is all I had to do to get Mr. Jeff Hardy to give up all his power..." You teased him, giggling as you circled your hips for a short second, knowing good and well that he could probably make you just as weak if the roles were reversed.

He wrapped his arms around your waist, endearingly pulling you in to squeeze himself against your chest. "Shhhh, girl...just gimme a few minutes..."

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[baddawg94]

Wrestlemania X7

4-1-2001

[pglang]

[cinnamonswanton]

— JEFF HARDY | WWE, 10/09/2000

[thejeffhardyy]

I’m crazy but you like that😏

[jeffhardyjams]

“pretty little liar” ⋆˚꩜｡

- jeff hardy x reader

(𝖜𝖔𝖗𝖉 𝖈𝖔𝖚𝖓𝖙 -2.8k +) SMUT & explicit language

summary : y/n and jeff, two wrestlers, have a complicated relationship that's a mix of friendship and rivalry. After a heated argument, y/n finds jeff injured and drunk outside her car, and she takes him to her home to patch him up. as they spend more time together, their tension turns into a passionate encounter in the shower, and they finally give in to their attraction

"You're such a bitch," Jeff grumbled under his breath as he watched Y/N storm out of the locker room, the door slamming shut behind her. The tension between them had been palpable for weeks, thick enough to cut with a knife. It was a typical Monday night at the WWF, the air heavy with the scent of sweat and ambition. They had always pushed each other to the limit during practice, but tonight's tag team match had taken it to a whole new level. They had lost, and now it was all coming to a head.

Y/N, wearing her trademark short pink zebra pajama shorts and a black tank top, had been looking forward to unwinding at home. But as she stepped into the quiet parking lot, she felt a sudden jolt of anxiety. She quickened her pace, her sneakers squeaking against the concrete as she headed for her car. The sound of a distant engine grew louder, and she glanced over her shoulder, hoping it wasn't Jeff coming to continue their argument. But it was just a couple of fans leaving the venue, eager to get home to rehash the night's events.

Her thoughts drifted to the last time she had seen Jeff's green eyes, glowing with frustration in the harsh gym lights. They had always had a complicated relationship, one that danced on the edge of friendship and rivalry. As she unlocked her car, she couldn't help but wonder if this was the end of their partnership. Would they ever be able to work together again?

As she started the engine, her phone buzzed in her pocket. It was a message from Trish, her roommate, asking if she had picked up milk on her way home. Y/N sighed, knowing she had forgotten. "Great," she murmured to herself. "Just what I need." She turned the car around and headed back to the convenience store, her mind racing with thoughts of Jeff and their heated exchange.

The bell above the store door jingled as she pushed it open, and she quickly grabbed a gallon of milk. As she approached the counter, she heard the unmistakable sound of Jeff's laughter outside. She froze, peering through the window to see him leaning against her car, a bottle of whiskey in hand. His hair was wet and plastered to his forehead, and there was a fresh cut on his arm, blood seeping through the makeshift bandage. Her annoyance morphed into concern. "Jeff, what the hell?" she called out, slamming the milk down on the counter.

He looked up, his eyes glazed with alcohol. "Hey, gorgeous," he slurred, a crooked smile playing on his lips. "You're not gonna leave me out here to bleed to death, are you?"

Y/N rolled her eyes but knew she couldn't just leave him like this. "Get in the car," she said firmly. "We're going back to my place so I can patch you up."

The drive home was silent, the tension thick enough to cut with a knife. Jeff leaned his head against the cool window, his eyes closed. His wet hair had turned a darker shade of green, and the streetlights cast an eerie glow across his features. Y/N couldn't help but feel a strange mix of pity and anger towards him.

When they finally pulled into the driveway, she helped him out of the car, his body heavy with intoxication. She guided him to the door, his hand warm and unsteady in hers. As she fumbled with her keys, she could feel his eyes on her, watching her every move.

Once inside, she led him to the bathroom, the light flickering overhead. "Take a shower," she ordered, handing him a towel. "You're a mess."

Jeff nodded, his eyes lingering on her for a moment before he turned and disappeared into the steamy room. Y/N couldn't help but feel a pang of regret for her harsh words earlier. As she turned to leave, she caught a glimpse of his bare back, the muscles rippling under his t-shirt.

Before she could move, she heard the sound of the shower turning on, and she realized with a start that she had left her phone in the bathroom. She took a deep breath and knocked on the door, her heart racing. "Jeff, I need to grab my phone," she called out, trying to sound casual.

"Come in," he said, his voice muffled by the water. "It's no big deal."

Y/N pushed the door open, her eyes immediately drawn to the figure of Jeff under the showerhead, water cascading down his body. He was shirtless, his hair now a dark shade of green from the water. She felt the heat rise in her cheeks as she tried to look away, but her gaze kept returning to his chiseled abs and the tattoos snaking down his arms. "I'm just gonna grab it," she mumbled, her voice barely audible over the sound of the shower.

Jeff looked over his shoulder, a smirk playing at the corner of his mouth. "Need some help?" he asked, holding out a hand. His eyes traveled over her messy bun and the way her top clung to her dampened skin from the shower's mist.

Her phone was just out of reach, on the counter. She took a step closer, their eyes locking for a brief moment before she grabbed it. As she did, she heard the door to the apartment open and close. "Shit," she whispered, recognizing the sound of Trish's heels clicking against the hardwood floor.

"What's going on?" Jeff's eyes widened, understanding dawning on his face.

"Trish," she hissed, her heart racing. "You need to hide."

Without another word, Jeff stepped aside, allowing her to slip into the shower with him. The water was hot, and she could feel it seeping into her clothes, making them cling to her body. She turned her back to him, trying to compose herself. "Don't say anything," she warned, placing a hand over his mouth as the bathroom door opened.

Trish's voice echoed through the room. "Y/N, you left your phone in the car again?" She waited a beat, and when there was no response, she sighed. "Fine, I'll just grab my blow dryer and go. Did you pick up milk?"

Y/N nodded vigorously, trying to keep her voice muffled. Jeff's eyes danced with mischief as he leaned in closer, his breath hot against her ear. "You wanna share a towel too?" he whispered, his voice dripping with innuendo.

Y/N's pulse quickened as she felt the warmth of his bare chest against her back. The tension between them had always been electric, but now it was palpable, thick with unspoken desire. She couldn't help but let out a small laugh, despite the situation. "You're such an asshole," she murmured.

Trish rummaged around the bathroom, grabbing her blow dryer before heading back out. "Don't forget to lock the door," she called over her shoulder.

As soon as they heard the door click shut, Jeff's arms snaked around Y/N's waist, pulling her closer to him. She gasped as she felt his bare chest press against her back, his hands moving to cup her breasts over her wet shirt. "I've been wanting to do this for so long," he murmured, his voice thick with desire.

Y/N's body responded instinctively, arching into his touch. She knew this was a bad idea, that they had a match tomorrow, but she couldn't deny the attraction that had been simmering between them for months. She leaned back into him, feeling his erection press against her. "Jeff," she breathed, "what are we doing?"

He turned her around, his eyes dark with lust. "I think we're about to make up for that loss," he said, before claiming her mouth in a passionate kiss that left them both gasping for air.

The water from the showerhead rained down on them, mixing with their desire as they tangled together, the steam billowing around them like a misty cloud. Y/N's hands roamed over Jeff's wet, muscular body, tracing the lines of his tattoos, feeling the ridges of his abs, and finally resting on the towel slung low around his hips. She could feel him growing harder against her, and she knew there was no going back.

With a growl, Jeff picked her up, her legs wrapping around his waist as he pinned her against the tiled wall. The water pounded on their skin, the heat from their bodies blending with the steam. He kissed her neck, his teeth grazing her collarbone as he reached down to tug her panties aside. She moaned, her nails digging into his back as he slid into her with an urgency that was almost painful.

Their bodies moved in sync, the sound of skin slapping skin echoing in the small bathroom. Jeff's eyes never left hers, the intensity of their connection palpable in the air. Y/N threw her head back, her hair cascading down her shoulders, the water running down her neck in rivulets. She could feel the climax building, her muscles tightening around him, and she knew it was going to be explosive.

They came together, their cries of pleasure mingling with the sound of the shower. Jeff's grip on her tightened, his body trembling as he buried his face in her neck, his breath hot against her skin. They stayed like that for a moment, the only sound their ragged breaths and the steady patter of water.

When they finally broke apart, Y/N couldn't help but feel a mix of elation and trepidation. What had they just done? The tension between them had just taken a whole new turn, and she wasn't sure if they could ever go back to being just teammates.

They stepped out of the shower, Jeff wrapping the towel around her body before securing one around his own waist. He handed her another towel for her hair, the silence between them thick with unspoken words. She took it, her eyes lingering on his, trying to read the emotions swirling within them.

"Well," she said finally, her voice still shaky, "I guess we know how to blow off some steam now."

Jeff chuckled, a hint of mischief in his eyes. "Yeah, I guess we do."

They stumbled into her room, their bodies still humming with the aftershocks of their passionate encounter. Y/N couldn't help but feel a sense of excitement for what the next day would bring, both in and out of the ring. As they lay down together, the warmth of Jeff's body enveloping her, she knew that no matter what happened, this night would be one she would never forget.

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[ringoffiction]

Collision Course

Summary: You and Jeff were paired to form a team, the only problem was that he hated your guts. He would always accuse and shame you until the day you confronted him. Pairings: Jeff Hardy x Fem Reader Warnings: angst, enemies to lovers, cursing, kinda smut but not really, +18 Word Count: 593 Notes: This is my first fic in 8 years, so be patient I'm still rusty

Being one of the few women on the main roster that would constantly have rivalry with male superstars was no easy task. You were often taken for granted and your place as a top star in the company would always be seen as you “sleeping around to get your way to the top”, even though that was bullshit some of these comments got to your nerves. One male wrestler in particular could ruin your day just for existing in the same room as you.

Jeff Hardy was loved by everyone, when he got the ring next to his brother the arena would explode in chants and applause. With that much love at such a young age, his ego was definitely affected. So when he got the news that you would be paired with him and his brother he made his personal mission to make your life a living hell. 

“Don’t fuck this up” was the first thing he said to you before his entrance music started playing, you just rolled your eyes and focused in your match. 

This happened 4 months ago and the interactions between you and Jeff just became worse, but thankfully you and Matt started getting along and quickly became friends. 

When the three of you were in the ring the chemistry was undeniable, but when you got behind the curtains the bickering would start, mostly Jeff saying you're sloppy and you were bringing their quality down.  

But one day he crossed the line. 

During a match against Edge and Lita you were supposed to let Jeff tag you, but Lita pulled you over ringside and started to wrestle you. This resulted in Jeff losing the tag and the match for the pair. 

As you helped each other out of the ring, Jeff put his arms around your shoulders and whispered in your ear “You’re pathetic, you don’t deserve to be here”, this was the last straw for you, you swallowed your tears and continued to make your way backstage ready to confront the charismatic enigma. 

You dragged him to an empty corner “what’s your problem?” you asked while holding his collar and bringing his face close to yours. 

“you”, he said with a smirk on his face. He got even closer to your face and you breath mixed in one, he locked eyes with you and you could feel the heat of his body so close to you that it almost felt like it was burning. “I have a problem with you and how everyone falls for you”.

With that you couldn't help but scoff “so your problem is that everyone likes me and you don’t? Because you’re better than everyone?” you got even closer to him while saying this, lips so close to touching. “Grow up, Jeff”.

“But you see, princess… My problem is that I'm no better than anyone” Jeff said while putting his hands on your waist and pulling your lower body close to his. “I want you more than anything”

And just like that he closed the distance between your lips, the kiss was intense from the start. Your tongues fought for dominance as you explored each other bodies, his hands travelled from your waist to your butt. 

At the same time you put your hand to his muscular chest and moved to the back of his neck pulling him even closer to you and deepening the kiss. Jeff let out a breath moan and you could feel his member against your core.

He separated the kiss with heavy breathing “wanna finish this somewhere else?”

[mr-wrestlemania]

Wrestling Miku

[r-truth]

[vancruejovi]

Jeff Hardy 💜

[punker-topia]

[codypunk]

hardy boyz we coming for you

[roseydoesypoesy]

please take Jeff hardy away from me, he is so fine.

[pglang]