#aew one shots

[dirtywrestling]

Hook - Masterlist

💦 = Smut, 💖= Fluff, 🌩 = Angst, 🚫 = No Warnings

Series:

None

One Shots:

Rock You Back -💦

Summary: Hook accidently wakes you up and puts you back to sleep by fucking you. (18+, Smut, Minors DNI)

Double Duty -💖/🚫

Summary: Your friend accidently double books babysitters for one night. (Fluff, No Warnings)

That Girl is Intimidating -💦

Summary: Hook is in love with the new female talent, KJ but feels like she's too intimidating for him. (Commission, 18+, Smut, Minors DNI)

No One Else's But Mine -💦

Summary: Black Cat energy Nicole is in a secret relationship with Doberman Energy Hook. But the secret is out with Hook being protective. (Commission, 18+, Smut, Minors DNI)

Such a Tease -💦

Summary: Nicole likes to tease Hook, some will say a little too much. (Commission, 18+, Smut, Minors DNI)

[dirtywresling102]

okay the fans have spoken so i am here to request a second part to the eddie kingston x fem!reader. Second part where Eddie and the reader find out the other person reciprocates their feelings. Idk how. Maybe the reader wins the woman's title and in a boost of confidence confronts Eddie about her feelings for him. He tries to talk her out of liking a guy like him but she doesn't let him do that. I honestly kinda want it to end with smut where its basically like him congratulating her on her win

Pairing: Eddie Kingston x Female!Reader

Warnings: 18+, Smut, Kissing

Imagine Requests: Open!

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"Yeah! So what the fuck ever if I have feelings for Y/N! I'll tell her when the time is right!" Eddie snapped at Jon who kept hounding and teasing him about speaking with you.

You stood there, hiding around the corner from the catering room as you slowly backed away with a large smile on your face. Now too excited to eat knowing, finally knowing that your crush likes you back.

You held the Women's Championship close to your stinky sweaty body as you bobbed and weaved out of everyone's way that tried to congratulate you in the hallway. You just either gave them a nod or a smile but you were too focus on one thing. Maybe it was the adrenaline pumping or the slight concussion that was swelling your brain but you were going to confront Eddie right now.

Shoving open the men's locker room all the wrestlers stared at you and stopped talking. "Everyone. Out. Now." As everyone got up and was about to leave your eyes were set on Eddie who was unlacing his boots to get back into his street clothes.

Once everyone was out, you shut the door behind you and tossed the belt to the side. "Congrats on the win, kid."

Not saying a word, you approached Eddie. Boldly throwing one leg over his lap and straddling him you pressed your lips against his. Eddie placed his hand upon your chin, pulling you away. "Y/N, n- no. I can't." He breathed. "I want to, fuck I want to but you deserve way better."

"Shut up and fuck me, Kingston."

Eddie didn't have to be told twice. You both stripped fast and you were back on his lap, slowly inching down on his large cock. "Fuck, Eddie!" You sobbed, tossing your head back as he fully stretched you.

"Fuck, doll. You're pussy is soaked." Eddie wrapped his arms around you, holding you close to him as he pumped his hips into you.

Leaning forward, you bit down onto his shoulder muffling your moans as his cock drilled in and out of your drenched pussy while you grind back down onto him, trying to get the most of his cock fully inside.

[bullet-clubs-bitch]

Kenny Omega being a tease about having such a big dick

Kenny Omega Masterlist Main Masterlist

Warnings: Smut, unprotrcted sex, creampie, overstimulation

"What's wrong baby, am I too big for you" Kenny chuckled as he refused to release the death grip on your hips that would definitely bruise. It didn't matter how much he preped you or how many times you had sex, everytime felt likw the first time.

"I know, I know baby. But it feels so good, my cock fits so perfectly in this tight pussy" You lost count of how many orgasms he had pulled from you. You were lost in bliss, your mind was mush as yet another orgasm threatened to spill.

Kenny looked in awe at the bulde in your stomach, being able to see just how deep he was in you. You tried to swat his hand away as he brought it back to your raw clit that was severly overstimulated. It was no use as he played with the bundle of nerves, trying to get another orgasm out of you.

He wiped away the tears that spilled with the pad of his thumb. Licking the tears as he wispered in your ear "Those sweet tears are almost as sweet as this perfect pussy." He placed delecate kisses along your face and neck as he continued to ram into you.

He knew you were close, he felt the way your walls fluttered arounf him and suffocated his dick. He knew you needed to cum, yet your body fought it. "Come on baby, milk my cock for my cum. I want you to cum all over my cock." He grunted as he increased his pace. "I can't do it" you wispered. Your body was fighting it, too sensitive to take any more. "Do you want me to fill you up? Fuck my cum deep into this perfect pussy. God you are perfect" Just then he removed the hand from your clit, placing it on your stomach instead. He applied pressure to you stomach, causing your orgasm to wash over you. Kenny didn't miss a beat, letting you ride your high as he came hard inside of you. You struggled to catch your breath, your mind had turn into mush. "You did so good for me beautiful" Kenny lovingly whispered as he colapsed next to you.

[usomads]

𝔴𝔢𝔩𝔠𝔬𝔪𝔢… 𝔱𝔬 𝔱𝔥𝔢 𝔲𝔰𝔬 𝔪𝔞𝔡𝔰 𝔭𝔢𝔫𝔦𝔱𝔢𝔫𝔱𝔦𝔞𝔯𝔶

♡ about me

hello, and welcome to my masterlist! my name is mads, i'm 23, and i go by she/her pronouns. i haven't been writing that long but i figured i'd go ahead and organize my page a bit to make it easier to navigate!

♡ rules

all of my stories contain content that is not suitable for underage readers- please remember you MUST be 18+ to request, follow me, or engage with my content. ageless/underage accounts will be blocked.

♡ who i write for

i write for both wwe and aew!

wwe:

◦ og bloodline (roman reigns, jey uso, jimmy uso)

◦ new bloodline (solo sikoa and tama tonga)

◦damian priest

◦ dominik mysterio

aew:

◦ kenny omega

◦ will ospreay

◦ jon moxley

◦ hangman adam page

requests are currently OPEN!

◦ wwe masterlist

◦ aew masterlist

[madhatterbri]

Loyalty Lies | W.O.

Summary: Will. Smut. American Revolution AU.

Happy birthday to my favoritest, magicalest fart. ❤️ May you have many dreams with a boy band, Will Ospreay, for the rest of your days. @magicalbuttertarts . Thank you for always being there and being so supportive and laughing at my shitty jokes. Please check her masterlist out here.

Will Ospreay Masterlist

AEW Masterlist

Taglist: @theworldofotps @smallestsnarkestgirl @hodgepodge-musings @magicalbuttertarts @99hook

Will stood in the dark away from the shine of the moonlight that peered through the windows. Anyone who happened to find him in the house would spell disaster for him and the lady of the house. A British soldier in the home of a single woman. He would be hanged before the sun rose from the east.

Footsteps made him hold his breath. His heart pounded in his chest. He hoped and prayed that his love would be coming through those doors. Not taking any chances, he grabbed his pistol and pointed to the door.

Y/N walked through the door, humming happily. Tonight was a success. She managed to get more Intel from the drunks at the tavern. Drinks made even the most noble men betray their secrets. Men were too easy.

A satchel rested on her table. She grabbed the letters from under her skirts and kissed them. It had been months since she last saw Will. They were playing a dangerous game, and his absence was excused. The letters were then placed in the satchel. By morning, they would be hidden in a hole in a tree to be picked up by a British soldier.

"What does a bloke have to do to get a kiss like that?" Will asked.

She jumped at the sudden interruption of silence. Her hands placed over her chest as she tried to calm down. After regaining her wits, she looked towards his direction. A smile tugged at her lips. "I don't see any war here to stop him from getting one."

Will had been sneaking to her house for months whenever the war drew him back to New York. One night, he foraged around her isolated cabin for food. The rations were low, but his need for food was high. She caught him and told him to come inside. That night, she made him stew. They formed a friendship which then blossomed into a relationship.

Their night started with a simple kiss, followed by another, and another. Soon, clothes were stripped and left forgotten on the floor in a trail to her bed. Kisses went further and further south. His face buried between her legs. She bit her lip and gripped the pillow. Her other hand gripped his blonde locks. Will's tongue and fingers explored what no man had ever done before. His name fell from her lips like a prayer.

Nights like these didn't happen often, but when they did, they made the most of it. Satisfied with pleasing his woman, he kissed back up to her lips. Her moans muffled by his lips when he thrusted inside of her. His thrusts were slow and steady. He always took his time. A part of him was lost in the notion that this could last forever if he went slower. The two of them in a cabin in the woods together forever.

Her fingernails scratched his back as he hissed against her. Her legs wrapped around his waist. Fingers snaked through his hair. His thrusts picked up as he felt their end near. His hips hesitated slightly when he wasn't sure where to finish.

"Inside," she told him after feeling his hesitation.

"Are you... are you sure?" He stammered. A woman getting pregnant without a man would be a major scandal. Her getting pregnant by a British soldier would be disastrous.

She hummed in response. A few more thrusts and he stilled inside of her. Her body tensed around him as they reached the peak of their orgasm. Will pulled out of her. She moved to the side lazily as he lay next to her. He enveloped her in his muscular arms.

They stared into each other's eyes. Their tones hushed as they talked about their future after the war. A little place such as hers filled with the pitter patter of the tiny feet of their children. He often remembered their talks whenever he found himself on the battlefield. They always helped push him through.

She was the first to fall asleep. Her head nestled into his chest. His fingers traced lazy shapes into her shoulder. Will laid on his back as he stared at the ceiling. His eyes suddenly started to close. The only clue of a war going on outside rested on a table a few feet away from them.

The secrets of top rebel military officials left on the wooden table. Secrets obtained by a woman betraying her country for her British soldier with their hopes that the war would come to an end.

[fatal-3nvy]

Sorry, I just realised something. Danny and Hook were two people that Bryan wanted in the BCC. Bryan respected them and thought they had huge potential, and now they're stepping up to the plate.

[ameliesopp]

Hey I really love your marquis fanfics 🖤🖤

Was wondering if you could do one with a chubby/curvy reader

I feel like he’d like curvy and chubby women since you see them a lot in like renaissance and paintings from other eras

Thanks so much 🖤🖤🦇

Hey, thanks for the request! I I hope you like it, even though it’s a little short. I’m kind of in a creative slump 🫠 Anyway, enjoy🫶

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My Venus

Marquis de Gramont x fem!chubby!reader

“Wow. You look stunning”, you hear Vincent’s voice behind you. You’re standing in front of the tall, gold-framed mirror in your shared bedroom, trying on new underwear, and smile softly as you turn around to face him.

“Really? I wasn’t sure if I like it.”

“Why wouldn’t you? It suits you so well”, he says a little surprised as he comes up to you to cup your face and kiss you on the forehead.

Instead of giving a response you pinch a bit of your belly fat, too ashamed to look him in the eyes. Vincent gently tilts your chin up, forcing you to look at him. “That old story again? Do you really think that matters? In any way? Do you think I would have asked you out if I didn’t think you were the most beautiful woman I have ever seen? You know I don’t settle. I always have the best of everything, so that has to apply to you, too.”

You bite your lip as you give him a teary-eyed smile. “That’s really sweet of you to say, but I just don’t see myself that way.”

He stops to think for a second, then he takes your hand.

“Come on. I wanna show you something.”

“Vincent - I’m not wearing clothes”, you giggle as he drags you out of the bedroom.

“And? Show off those beautiful curves of yours!”, he just says joyfully as he pulls you with him towards his favorite room in your shared house: the art room.

“Look. Look at that and tell me what you see”, he says as he points at a statue in the corner. You haven’t seen that before and frown slightly. He keeps buying new art all the time, but usually he can’t wait to show you.

“A…woman?”, you propose, not sure what he’s expecting to hear.

“And she’s what?”

You’re slowly starting to realize what he’s trying to say and your eyes are starting to well up again.

“Chubby”, you say slowly.

“Exactly. You know who that is?”

“No…”

“Venus. That’s Venus. The goddess of love and beauty. And you know why I got her? Because she reminded me of you.”

You sniffle, a tear rolling down your cheek. Vincent wraps his arms around you from behind, pressing a kiss to your cheek as he rests his head on your shoulder, nuzzling his face into your neck.

“That’s who you look like”, he tells you. “You’re a goddess, chérie, and I need you to know that. You are beautiful. In every way. You look like a goddamn renaissance painting. I could look at you for hours. Your body is a work of art and it kills me that you don’t see that. That you don’t see what I see.”

He chuckles lowly as his hands wander up your waist. “And those boobs are just the bonus.”

You giggle, still sniffling, and turn around to face him, wrapping your arms around him.

“Thank you”, you say softly. “I needed that today.”

“Always. And every time you feel insecure, I want you to come in here, look at that statue, and remember who you are. My beautiful, beautiful wife. My Venus”, he says, gently caressing your cheek.

“I love you so much”, you say.

“I love you, too.”

“So you think I should keep the set?”, you ask, nodding down at the underwear.

“Absolutely. But right now, I think you should take it off. Because I want you baaaadly”, he mumbles against your cheek and you blush as you giggle again.

“Well, good thing I want you, too.”

[cowboyshit]

[justanoasisimagines]

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Summary; You're giving Kenny a massage when suddenly he flinches Pairing; Kenny Omega x GenderNeutral Reader WordCount; 509 Warnings; Mentions of Injury A/N; Requests are open lovelies! All the information is pinned at the top of my page! Credit to @cafekitsune for the divider and the banner.

Kenny sighed as you kneaded his muscles in his shoulders. He'd often questioned if you'd taken a class once a twice. You always knew which muscles to focus on, and which muscles were sorer than others. Your hands were magic.

He didn't know what he'd done to deserve you. To deserves this, but you would never find him complaining. His head lulled forward while you focused on the task at hand.

He would suggest you do it professionally, but he couldn't bear the idea of anyone else receiving such attention for him. Call him selfish but he was keeping you to himself.

"Are you falling asleep?" Gently, your voice smoother than silk. Kenny hadn't realized he'd begun slowly lulling to sleep. Your hands on his muscles were too relaxing.

"Sorry. Too damn good." Kenny mumbled as you continued your actions. Slowly kneading and messages the knots in Kenny's shoulder.

"We should make this a regular thing. This you working so hard all of the time." The idea was music to Kenny's ears.

"You won't hear me complaining…ouch" You froze immediately as Kenny flinched away from your touch.

"What's wrong? Did I hurt you?"

"No Angel, it wasn't you. My shoulder's been hurtin' for a while. I've been meaning to get it looked at."

Kenny doesn't need to glance back at you to know the look on your face. It's knowing. It's not the first time he's hidden an injury before and highly likely it would be the last. He's sheepish as he turns on the chair to look at you.

"I could have hurt you. You need to get it looked at." Kenny tugged you by your hips to draw you between his legs. Hesitantly, you placed your arms over his shoulders.

"It's not that bad. Just a little sore that's all," You sighed in response. You'd already predicted his response. "If it makes you feel better I'll book an appointment with a physio, I promise you it's nothing bad."

"Then why didn't you tell me about it." You had him there. He didn't want you to worry about him. Just like you are doing right now. Mission failed.

"Because of this. You're already worrying."

"I don't like seeing you in pain that's all."

Kenny's heart grew. You made everything better in his life. With your compassion and concern for his welfare. He turned his head to press a kiss onto your wrist. As he rose from his chair, he made sure to keep the contact between the two of you.

"Which is one of the long list of reasons why I love you. I'll go get it looked at to put your mind at rest." Kenny pulled you into a tight hug, a piece of paper couldn't fit between the two of you.

"Now sit down and relax. It's my turn." Kenny observed you lift your shirt over your head giving him the perfect view of your chest. He'd been at your mercy for hours. Now it was his turn. He couldn't stop your worrying, but he could help you relax.

[dirtywrestling]

Could you do something with a female reader and Matt Jackson? Maybe she’s not his type but she really likes him, but someone has told her he’d never like someone like her? Honestly as long as it’s Matt I don’t care what it is!

Pairing: Matt Jackson x Female!Reader

Warnings: 18+ Blog, A Tad Bit Angst

Commission Requests: Closed!

Imagine Requests: Open!

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You stared from a far, sitting on a crate that wasn't being used in the hallway as you kept glancing over at the gorilla. The Jackson Brothers along side Kenny Omega were stretching and talking before their theme song hit.

You admired at Matt spread his legs and reached downwards, making his plump ass stick up in the air. You licked your bottom lip, bringing your water bottle to your mouth taking a swig. Your eyes dragged over the curve of his bag down to where his wrestling pants hugged the curve of his ass and muscular thighs.

You just wish he'd turn around so you could see the outline of his cock in those tight pants.

"He doesn't like you, ya know."

The voice made you spit out your water, coughing as you swallowed the liquid making it go down the wrong pipe. Luckily for you, the Young Bucks and Omega's theme went off, the loud music covered up your choking coughs. You looked to the person on your right to see MJF smirking, chewing his gum with his hands in his pockets. "Wh- What?" Your could feel tears prickling in your eyes but not from his mean words.

"I said, Matt doesn't like you like that."

Finally inhaling air correctly you wiped your mouth. "I wasn't..." You swallowed, trying to come up with an excuse.

"He actually likes blondes." MJF popped a bubble with his gum. "Should die your hair blonde." He smirked looking over your hair. You grabbed the strands of your hand and ran your fingers through it.

"I'm not going to dye my hair for some boy, Max." You spat his name out like it was venom.

"Then have fun not having Matt Jackson give you any of his attention." MJF laughed. "Champ gotta go, but see ya." MJF waved goodbye to you as he walked away.

You sat there, covered in your water mixed saliva that you coughed out earlier. You bit the inside of your cheek rethinking what MJF said. Maybe you should dye your hair?

[itskybabes-blog]

Tapped Out

Daniel Garcia x fem!wrestler!reader

Warning: angst, swearing, references to sex… I’m really a saint

wc: 2.2k

Merry Christmas and happy hols🥰

Disclaimer: this has been written by someone with dyslexia. Please forgive all spelling and grammar mistakes.

His time spent on the sidelines halted the good thing you had going on. You, Y/N, were new to AEW but already an established star on the indies, picking up women’s belt after women’s belt (even a few men’s titles too) along the way. You were the big ‘I am’, a rising superstar – something Daniel knew all about.

It’s something you bonded over. Being young and living out your dreams on TV every Wednesday, you often found comfort in knowing that – whatever you went through – he could understand. And soon, all the big group hangouts at the club or whatnot turned into casual one-on-one meetups, which led to you guys texting all the time. Before you knew it, your ankles were pinned to your ears and he was digging in your gold until daybreak.

You let your best friend back home about the sneaky link-ups you had with the Buffalo kid but, at work, no one could ever know that Y/W/N was getting rammed over a roadie case in an abandoned corridor of whatever arena they were in that week. That the duo would soothe each other’s wounds once they got back to the hotel and would fuck cuddle up, savouring their solo time together. One time, it was pretty close.

In front of their friends, they act chummy. They might share the odd loving stare every now and again, but – for the most part – you acted like you usually would when hanging out with them: just friendly.

“Oh, Y/N! Don’t let me forget to hook you up with my boy, Nathan,” Isiah called out across the seating area while you waited for your turn to bowl. You can see Daniel’s head whip around to look at you with a dumbfounded look while Skye cheers for herself because she knocked over eight pins on her first go. The clanging in the background got louder and your heart pounded because you were scared Dare Bear would take it the wrong way.

Scrunching up your eyebrows, you asked Isiah, “Who?” before he reminded you that you asked him to recommend you an amazing tailor for a new gear idea.

“Oh, I thought you were setting me up or sum,” you mutter, melting back into your seat as embarrassment set in. Daniel also lets out a breath he didn’t know he was holding in, giggling along with his best friend. Seems like all was restored – or so you thought.

“But seriously, Y/N. When are you gonna get yourself a foinnneee man?” Aminata jovially asked.

“We talking about Y/N?” Skye says, exchanging places with her boo Kyle before returning to her seat. “Girl, if you need help, just say that! Aminata and I have a 100% success rate.”

You scoff. “Who have you hooked up?” you remark.

“100% of nothing is still something!” She says before poking out her tongue. You and Aminata roll your eyes at her before her face drops into a sarcastic look of surprise, “What did I do?”

You catch a glimpse of Danny. He’s looking in your direction but it doesn’t seem like he sees you. He’s looking through you with this directionless glaze glossing over his eyes. You want to see if he’s OK but you don’t wanna blow you guys’ cover.

“If I say yes, will you leave me alone?” you ask quickly, instantly regretting the fact that you have given the duo to permission to pester you with date requests from mediocre men.

Aminata and Skye squeal as they promise that they “won’t let you down” and expect to be bridesmaids at your wedding.

You felt like you had eyes on you all night long, often catching Danny’s – now filled with fire. You couldn’t even comfortably celebrate the fact you won at bowling because, while everyone jested and congratulated you, all you could focus on was how Danny towered over you quietly.

Well, he told you how he felt that night. Like always, Daniel snuck into your room an hour after you settled in. You were already a little nervous because you wondered if he thought your eyes were wondering but – in actuality – he was your everything. He filled your heart with the warmth of 10 million suns. So when he just walked into your room without giving you a kiss, a “heyyyy,” or even a smile, your heart sank to the depths of the earth.

“What’s wrong with you?” you ask him, taken aback by his demeanour. He’s always so caring with you.

He sits on the edge of the bed and rubs hands together. “Are you dating other people?” He rebutted back, staring deep into your soul.

Your eyes widen as you quickly move across the room to caress his face. “No, I haven’t,” you replied.

“Why would you accept their offer to set you up on dates like that shit’s sweet?”

“I didn’t know what else to say to get out of the situation-”

“I don’t know. Maybe, you could say you got one?”

“Then they’d ask me who. I… I-"

"You what? Want to go hop on another man's dick? What the fuck is this even meant to be?" Danny cuts you off and aggressively stands up, making you take a step back.

You've never discussed exactly what the levels of this fling was. You were more than happy to keep it between the two of you, but this was more than two friends getting into a situationship. You guys discussed your life plans with one another, heard each other out and were one another's peace. All the stress and chaos from the outside world couldn't seep into you guys' bubble (well, it has), but you hadn’t explicitly told one another that you're strictly dating them.

You blink blankly at Daniel, hoping that if you stay quiet, the stress of the conversation would go away.

Daniel takes a step closer to search your face again. "Do you even want to date me?" he says, a little dejected this time. His breathing is heavy, fanning over your lips – driving you wild because all you want to do is kiss him.

"Of course I do," you whisper, scared that your voice will forsake you.

"Then what are we doing here?" Danny asked again, looking away from you. Your fingers touch his chin again, guiding his face to look at yours.

"I really, really like you, Danny," you tell him. "Now, if you don’t want anything serious, I get it like you're some hot wrestling star travelling the world. You can have any girl you want, so why pick lil ol' me? Don't feel like I'm holding you-"

Daniel smashed his lips on yours for a sloppy make-out session, letting his hands cruising all over your curves. You expel all the air from your lungs in the kiss and rip yourself away from those moreish swollen lips of his.

“Why did you do that?” Daniel shrugs his shoulders and drags you over to the bed, sitting down and placing you on his lap.

“I really, really, really like you too, Y/N,” he admits before turning his attention to an area he knows you love him nibbling at; your neck. He peppered kisses down it, earning a breathy whimper from you.

“Would any of those dates know your body like I do?” He whispered in your ear. “Any of them gonna make you feel how I make you feel?”

You bite your lip and vigorously shake your head. He chuckled into your ear, sending chills down your spine.

However, in this erotic moment, a surge of confidence overtook you. “Can I get a reminder for how good you make me feel?” you tease, cheekiness dripping of your tone.

Let’s say there was no more confusion between the two of you about where you stood with one another.

You guys continued to text and socialise in your friendship group like normal until Daniel had that blood-thirsty All Out match with MJF.

You wanted to give him your love in person before his match, knowing that the New Yorkers planned something brutal for the fans. But you were stuck on a medical bench, getting checked after being knocked out by Mercedes Moné and Kamille while pursuing the former’s TBS and NJPW Strong championships. You shot Daniel a text, hoping it’d be enough but that was the last time you communicated with him.

The doctor said you had no signs of a concussion and were good to go, so you left the room with the mission to find your man (if you can call him that yet). You didn’t have to look far as he was being rushed inside of the medical room next to you.

You tried to ask what was wrong and get some sort of explanation for someone but no one would talk to you. That’s the only downfall of keeping your relationship on the low.

You pace around the halls, trying to expend all the nervous energy you had because all you wanted to know is if Danny was OK. It didn’t seem like you’d get that answer until you saw Isiah walking down the hall with two duffels in hand. You waved him down quickly.

“What happened to Daniel?” you asked him with a scared look on your face, thinking MJF knocked him out again.

“He’s all good. Don’t worry, sis!” The Brooklynite reassures you. “He’s tired so I think he’s just gonna go back to the hotel and get some rest.”

You nod your head and tell Isiah to send him your love before running back to your locker room and freshening up. When you finally make it back to the hotel, you check to see if Daniel read any of your texts – to which, he didn’t. Strange.

You checked his location (you had each others to make it easier to find one another quicker) and saw that he was at the hotel so why is he not reading your messages? You sent a last text sharing your floor and room number and stayed awake, hoping for a text back.

Your alarm abruptly woke you up. Awkwardly hanging off of the edge of the bed, you found yourself still in your loungewear with your glasses on and your phone in your hand showing that he never read your message.

Disappointed, you dragged yourself around your room to pack and do what you needed to do to catch your plane back home. You tried to call Daniel to tell him you got home safely like you always did, but his phone was off. Stranger.

You spent weeks waiting by the phone, wondering why your best friend and confidant wasn’t talking to you like you were used to. You told each other everything down to the smallest details and there’s been so much you’re holding in because you need to tell Danny first. So, this period of silence is secretly cut you up.

“Oh, girl, get over that bum now!” Your childhood friend Shania told you during your weekly catchup over some red wine and assorted pastries. “Doesn’t he know his 30 minutes was up a long time ago?”

You both sniggered, reminiscing on the funny Tiffany Polard meme.

“I know, but he was my friend first. I just want to know that he’s alright.”

And he was alright, for sure. Rolling his suitcase through the corridor with his shades on with his typical bounce, he looked just as great as he did before. For months, you’ve been trying to convince yourself that he’s a dick for just airing you like that – but seeing him now flooded your mind with all the same feelings as before.

The leather vest was a nice touch, too. Oh, how you’d love to stroke it, maybe even scrap your acrylic nails down it while you ride him like a bronco bull, but let’s not get ahead of ourselves.

You froze in place when your eyes landed on him and, when he noticed you, you could see his jawline tighten – something he does when he’s nervous and avoidant.

“Shit,” you scream internally, quickly looking away in hopes that he would just walk right past you… and he did.

Why didn't he want to talk to you? Considering all you shared with one another and how vulnerable you allowed yourself to be, how did he find the audacity to just drop you like he did your panties that one night? Focus! He cannot get away with this.

You feel the rage you've had for months bubble up again and your face contorted into one of fury. "It's like that?" you babble to yourself before marching back to your locker room.

You’ll just have to show him what he’s been missing, then.

[bullet-clubs-bitch]

One Winged Victoria Secret Angel

An: It's Kenny's Birthday so of course I had to write a birthday fic! 🩷

Summary: Birthday fic for Kenny inspired on the 2024 Victoria Secret Fashion Show I watched last night! 

Kenny Omega X Model Wife reader

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I almost threw up when I got the call six months ago to be in the 2024 Victoria Fashion Show. The last time I modelled for VS was 2019, which was also the last fashion show they had.  To say I was nervous was an understatement. A lot had changed in 5 years, my body being one of them. I found myself very self-conscious after having twins, how am I supposed to walk the runway in lingerie? As the days came closer I became more nervous, would everyone still remember me? During my moments of doubt, I was thankful to have such a supportive husband like Kenny who had been there since the very beginning. Oddly enough the fashion show just so happened to be the day before Kenny’s birthday. Because of that Kenny and I decided to spend the week in New York and drop the twins off at my parents so we could spend the week together. A part of me felt bad, this whole week was going to be about me. I wanted Kenny to feel special too on this birthday week, that’s when I thought of a perfect gift. 

When Y/n told me about the call from Victoria’s Secret I was happy for her but also nervous. I had gotten the privilege to see her walk the VS runway on many occasions, I saw firsthand the toll they took on her body. Regardless I was going to support her as always and be there for every second. I arrived early to the show and walked the pink carpet with all the other model’s partners. I felt out of place, a wrestler on the Victoria’s Secret Angel pink carpet?! To my surprise, the interviewers wanted to talk to me. They asked me the usual questions about my wife and my life, they even asked me about how AEW was going. “So Kenny, have you seen what Y/n is going to be wearing for this year’s show?” an interviewer asked me “I have seen a few outfits, Y/n told me one of them is a surprise” “Do you care to share the outfits with us?” The interviewer asked “I can’t tell you that, It’s a husband privilege” I responded. 

Once I finished the Pink Carpet I made my way backstage to see my wife. When I arrived she was nowhere to be found. Instead, I was surrounded by cameras that followed my every move. “Does anyone know where Y/n is?” I asked the makeup artists backstage “She is in dressing room B, she has a surprise for you” they responded. A surprise? What kind of surprise does she have for me? As I made my way to the dressing rooms I noticed more cameras. They told me to wait here while they got Y/n. I watched in awe as she came out, stunning as ever. She came strutting out with diamond-incrusted high heels, an off-white lace set and a single angel wing. I was stunned, I had no words. “Do you like it?” she asked nervously. “I love it Y/n” I responded. This was the surprise she was talking about, she had transformed into a one-winged angel. Most people wouldn’t get the reference but we did which was all that mattered. 

“Do you guys get it? One winged angel, Victoria Secret angel?” Y/n asked the other models backstage. “You look so beautiful Y/n” I whispered “Thank you, I hope you like my outfit. I designed it myself. This look took a lot of convincing” 

That night I watched my one-winged Victoria Secret angel open and close one of the biggest fashion shows of the year, I found myself getting a bit emotional over the look, the small gesture meant a lot. Once the show was over Y/n and I celebrated with dinner at one of our favourite restaurants in Soho. Before I knew it it was midnight. “Happy Birthday Kenny! I love you so much” Y/n told me “I love you too Y/n” I responded lovingly. “By the way….they let me keep the costume” I could feel my throat get dry. “I want to make sure this birthday is very special,” Y/n said in a seductive tone. This was going to be the best birthday ever! 

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[firelise]

Wanna go swimming? Sure.

[madhatterbri]

Marked | J.W.

Summary: Captain White and reader take a brief trip down memory lane.

18+. Pirate AU. 🏴‍☠️

Trigger warning: Flashback of being marked but no actual description.

Picture taken from @bullet-clubs-bitch

Happy Homecoming Collision Saturday, babes. ❤️

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Taglist: @theworldofotps @smallestsnarkestgirl @magicalbuttertarts @hodgepodge-musings @keytothewardy @cowboywritersworld @letsgivethisonemoreshot @breathewiththeswitchblade

"Come on, lass, you can't be mad at me forever. How was I supposed to know he would bleed out?" He asked. His infamous smirk and mischievous glint in his eyes nearly drove her to kill him. The innocent act was a sharp contrast to the man she witnessed that morning.

God, he's so annoying.

"You stabbed him ten times," she snapped.

He pointed to himself. "How was I supposed to know he couldn't take a stabbing? Honestly, darling, I have taken ten stabbings and lived to tell the tale."

Tale is exactly what she would call a good portion of his stories. A fabrication of the deranged pirate that happened to know her more than she knew herself.

"I am not forgiving you for this. You promised I could kill that man, and you stole that from me!" She snapped at him. The recently departed had been a noble in her father's court. All the times he made her feel uncomfortable. He deserved to die at her hands, not Jay's.

"I get very defensive of you, darling. Let me make it up to you," he told her. He sat behind her on the bed. His legs sat on the outside of hers.

Jay's face buried in her neck. Her muscles relaxed against his lips. Calculated kisses pressed against her sweet spots. She lolled her head to the side. Her body and mind are fighting with one another.

Her body wanted this more than anything. Her mind wanted to be angry at him for as long as she could. Jay loved to shower her with gifts when she was mad at him. Gold and expensive jewelry were the most common bribing pieces. When she moaned, he knew he had her.

"That's my good girl. I knew you wouldn't stay mad at me forever," he told her.

She whimpered at his words. Once a beloved princess to her people, she was now a queen to the most feared man of the seven seas. No one would describe her as good anymore, not that she cared. In Jay's eyes, she was good. His good girl.

Hands traveled to the hem of her shirt. They rubbed against her body with the shirt rising with them. She raised her arms to accommodate his latest whim. Within moments, her shirt pooled on the floor.

Jay's hands explored the well-known territory of her upper body. She nuzzled into his neck. Her hand rested against his neck. Breathy gasps tickled against him as he teased her nipples. Shivers ran down her spine when his thumb rubbed against the mark he gave her.

"Do you remember that night?" He asked. "Remember the night I marked you as mine?"

His words and the memory of that night burned her cheeks. That night would stay with her for the rest of her night. The night he brought the spoiled princess to his bed and made her his forever.

They were fighting, something they always did, but that time was different. The sexual tension boiled over between the two of them. The ice in his veins warmed by the passions they had that night.

As they cuddled in bed, her fingers traced the markings on his chest. The tally marks that he gave himself one night when he finished vanquishing the five captains that wronged him.

He spilled his story to her something that rarely happened unless the person so happened to be the Gunns or Juice Robinson. The Captain promised that if he marked her, she would be kept safe for all his days. With little doubt in her mind, she told him to mark her.

"And have I kept you safe?" He asked. She nodded greedily. His hands worked her just right. A hand fondled her breast while another slid down her stomach and inside her pants. Experienced fingers rubbed the bundle of nerves between her legs. His name spilled from her lips like a prayer.

"Now let me treasure what I have marked."

[springgirlwaiting4fall]

Beach/Body Insecurities-Being Reassured by Cash Wheeler

Idea and Requested by: @princessmermaid1289

Trigger Warning: The main female character does think negative thoughts about her body.

Please remember all bodies all beautiful

Movies, restaurants, coffee shops were what you thought of for third date locations. A crowded beach on the Carolina Shores in August was not what you would think of. Or a place that you would ever think of agreeing to. Sure you loved laying out in the sun, the sand between your toes, ice cream, and swimming. Having a date see you in your bathing suits made your stomach turn into knots. But it seems like Cash could ask you to go anywhere and you would follow him.

Cash Wheeler is handsome, kind, and funny. He is tall, but doesn’t tower over your tall. Fit with blonde hair and dark hazel eyes. He is an actual professional athlete. It was still hard to believe he was interested in you and this was not some type of prank show with hidden cameras. Its not like you are some Quasimodo. You’ve had boyfriends and other men interested in you. But those guys would say you were cute. Your body could be described as soft and a little jiggly.

You shake those negative thoughts from your head and focused on Cash. He was talking about how in the off season dogs are allowed on he beach and how the two of you should take his bulldog down for the day. Warmth and excitement raced through you as Cash talked about his future and how he planned to include in you.

“That would be great Cash,” you smiled at him. He pulled into a parking spot and turned his truck off.

You tried helping him carry the beach chairs, his book bag, and your bag; but Cash is a gentlemen he insists on doing it himself all while holding our hand. The two of you find a spot on the beach among the crowd of other beach goers. After unfolding both chairs, Cash pulls his shirt off. You have seen him wrestle on tv, seeing him in person however is a whole new experience. He makes your knees weak and mouth go dry. From the corner of your eye you spot a group of women who also notice your date. They are younger than you. One is wearing a “finally 21,” birthday sash over her string bikini. Each one is gorgeous, tall and thin, with thick bust and bottoms. You can’t stop thinking that one of those girls should be here with him.

The birthday girl must think so too, because she saunters over to Cash without even noticing you. Her voice is smooth and confident. “Hey! My friends and I are going to the bar.” She shakes her head to the left where about a mile away there is a bar and restaurant in the sand. “You want to buy me a birthday shot?”

Cash doesn’t even give her a second look, “no thanks.” He grabs your hands and laces his fingers into yours.

Birthday girl looks at your intertwine hands, pouts for a second, before smiling again. “Your sister can hang with us too.”

Cash’s voice is harder now, more firm, his southern politeness is gone. “Listen my girlfriend and I just want to spend the day alone.” He turns his back to her and faces you. The woman stalks away back to her friends. “Sorry about that,” Cash voice is softer and unsure now. “I hope that didn’t freak you out.” His face is red and you want to tell him not worry. You are not surprised by other women hitting on him, but he keeps talking. “I know your not my girlfriend, and this is only our third date, but hopefully not out last.” It hits you that Cash is trying not to freak you out about him referring to you as his girlfriend. Seeing Cash embarrassed is new to you and its adorable.

You look down at your hand that is still holding Cash’s and smile “its okay.”

He clears his throat the red on his face fading away. Both smiling at each other for way too long. Only breaking apart when a mom holding hands with her toddler walks by and the little boy yells out “look mama their holding hands too.” Cash squeezes your hand before letting go. He walks over to his book bag hanging off his chair opens it and pulls out sunscreen.

“I figured we might need some.” He offers the bottle out to you. Cash is only in his pink swimsuit and you still need to undress. You tell him to go first, and have to stop yourself from panting as he rubs his whole body down. “Can you get my back?”

“Sure.” Helping someone apply sunscreen isn’t a big deal, or at least it shouldn’t be. But with Cash it feels intimate. The farthest the two of you have gone is a couple of kisses last week in Cash’s truck after dinner when he was dropping you off at home. And now here you are behind him taking time rubbing lotion on to his neck, over his shoulders, down his back, over his ribs, down right to wear his bathing suit starts. You take longer rubbing in where his tattoos are. You barley recognize your own voice at how sultry it is when you whisper in Cash’s ear your all done. But you do notice the small hair on Cash’s neck raise and that he takes two slow deep breaths before turning around.

“Thanks,” he is waiting for you. Its time for you to get out of your t-shirt and jean shorts. Your mind races with all the negative things you see when you look in the mirror. You slide out of your flip flops and unbutton your shorts. As you bend over to pull them down, you notice that Cash is looking anywhere but at you. You pull your shirt over your head and quickly stuff your clothing into your bag, Why did your roomie insist you wear the high waisted two piece. Now everyone will see how much you miss match with Cash. He finally looks back at you. “Damn,” he flinches at his curse. “Sorry. You look really nice.” Your right arm wraps around your midsection the insecurities in your head are telling you that he is surprised by how bigger you look this close to being naked. (Anybody else who heard Cash would be able to tell he was amazed at how good you looked.) “Do you want some help?” Cash is holding out the sunscreen bottle. The idea of Cash feeling how soft and squishy you are compared to his muscle body makes your stomach turn. You shake your head no. Cash takes your hand that isn’t hiding your stomach and leads you to the water.

The water was cool, but thanks to the blazing sun it feels amazing. The two of you began to go deeper and deeper until you were as far out as the lifeguards allow. With the water going past your shoulders you are able to stop focusing on your body and focus on having fun with Cash. You let the smaller waves wash over you. With the bigger waves Cash and you body surf. It seems like when your with Cash the idea of time disappears and you aren’t sure how long the two of you were swimming for. At one point a wave unexpectedly knocks you under. Before you can really comprehend what was happening Cash’s hand wrap his hands around your waist and pull you up. “You okay?” His face frowning.

Without second guessing yourself you wrap your legs around his. “I’m good.”

Cash holds you in his arms before lightly kissing you, “I really want to kiss you more; but you really should put on sunscreen.” He starts walking towards the beach. When Cash is in knee deep water you tell him he can put you down while laughing. “I could, but I don’t want to.” He carries you until he is standing in front of your chair. Cash gently puts your feet onto the sand, before grabbing his towel. He started drying the top of your head than the end of your hair, neck arms, stomach, back, legs all the way to the top of your feet. Without words he grabs the sunscreen and begins applying it all over you. His hands move gently, his fingers linger over your neck. He drops to his knees to get your lower half, tickling the back of your knees. Cash finishes up by standing up and applying the lotion to your face. “You are beautiful Y/N. Absolutely stunning. I love how your body feels in my hands. You are gorgeous inside and out.” The words make you light headed, because not only did his words sound so sincere, you felt loved. Which is crazy. You cant fall in love with someone on a third date. Or maybe you could? You blink and Cash is standing in front of you, his shirt back on. “Hands up.” You do as he asked and he carefully slides your t-shirt back on. “This is because I have to go to Canada tomorrow. And I wont be able to help put aloe on you until I get back on Sunday. Its not to hide your body. Okay?” You smile and answer Cash with a kiss on his lips.

Together the two of you have an amazing lunch, before sunbathing and taking a nap. After reapplying sunscreen onto each other, Cash and you head back into the water. The two of you stay in the ocean until the lifeguards call everyone out of the water because the sun is setting.

“How about a ride on the ferris wheel or a walk on the boardwalk?” Cash asks as he carries everything back to his truck.

“Not tonight.” This time you take Cash hands into yours. Today was a perfect day and you were proudly holding his hand with your shorts pulled over your wet bathing suit bottoms and your T-shirt stuffed in your bag. “Im pretty tired and you have flight tomorrow. So why don’t we watch a movie at my place instead?”

Cash looks over at you surprised, but excited. “Just you, me, and a movie sounds amazing.” Cash loads the bed of his truck, than opens the car door for you. He gets in on his side and starts to drive back to your place; for snuggling, a movie, and while he didn’t know this yet. Maybe even a bit more than kissing.