#cash wheeler x female!reader

[dirtywresling102]

So I know this is a bit of a odd combo, but could you do a Cash Wheeler x Hook x Christian Cage x MJF x Female!Reader where they’re all a mixed faction, but these men are also all fighting for the reader constantly? I actually really love these four and I’d love to see what happens when they’re all paired together

Pairing: Cash Wheeler x Hook x Female!Reader x Christian Cage x MJF

Warnings: Men fighting over their same crush, cussing, slight obsession towards reader, bets placed about sex

Imagine Requests: Open!

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"You think she likes you? Ha!" MJF laughed in Hooks face as Hook stood there with no emotion showing what so ever. "Kid, she runs from your goofy ass hair style."

"And like you don't have a goofy ass hair style?" Christian chuckled as he tightens his boots up for the night. They were getting ready to do a promo with you which started soon.

"Yeah, Christian and I are the only ones who have a decent cut, you both look like clowns." Cash laughed, shaking his head with a smile.

"Shut up, doesn't mean Y/N likes old geezers." MJF snapped towards the two older men. "Maybe she wants them young, like me."

"I'm pretty sure I'm younger than you." Hook raised his eyebrow.

"Maybe she likes them older." Cash grinned widely, clasping a hand over Christian's back.

"Yeah!" Christian agreed.

"I bet I can get her to kiss me first!" Hook blurted out making everyone stop and stare at him. Hook bit the inside of his cheek not knowing what to say.

"Oh yeah?" MJF stood tall in front of Hook, chewing his gum and smirking. "I bet I can get her to suck my dick first." MJF raised his eyebrow in a devilish way.

Christian and Cash shared a look, not saying anything. "I bet I can get her on my dick first." Christian engaged.

"I bet I can-"

You walked through the door making all the men shutting their mouths. "You bet you can what?" You laughed, raising your eyebrow to Cash who's face became bright red. "Woah," You looked around, noticing the mood changing. "Did I kill the mood?"

All the men exhaled a breath as they knew you had no idea they were making sexual bets against you. "Nothing." Cash nervously chuckled and scratched the back of his head.

"Whatever you weirdos, the promo starts in ten, meet me in catering." You waved them goodbye and left the room.

"Way to almost ruin our bets." MJF rolled his eyes towards Cash.

"I bet I can get her to come on my tongue and fingers first." Cash smirked darkly.

[daddyhausen]

• kinktober day three : sundress — cash wheeler •

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{ summary } — daniel could not keep his hands off you at your family get together upon noticing you wearing his favourite dress of yours

{ warnings } — 18 + { minors do not interact }, semi public sex, breeding, praise, body worship, groping, quickies, male + female orgasm, squirting, vaginal creampie, internal cumshots

{ word count } — 1k

{ pairing } — fem!reader x cash wheeler

{ genre } — smut

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he could not keep his eyes off of you

admiring the gorgeous yellow sundress you wore it was his favourite

the dress long and flowy, decorated with little pastel pink flowers throughout, the sleeves short and ruched same as the bust,

a slit down the side, not enough to expose anything but enough to get his imagination to run wild

a gulp grew thick in his throat, trying to not seem as intoxicated by your beauty as he would have liked to have shown.

he saw you with your niece across the yard, that natural maternal instinct running through you as she came crying to you

unknown as to why, he watched on as you consoled the little girl, planting a gentle kiss to her forehead, followed by a warm embrace

the act made daniel’s heart swell with adoration, a small smile forming across his lips

“you look so damn good in that dress, you know that” his voice deep and sultry, his arm wrapping around your waist, pulling you close, subtly grinding against your hip

his lips gently grazed the skin of your neck peppering small kisses to the flesh

“i know” you respond back in a flirty tone, it only fuels daniel’s desire

“y’know…” he began trailing off in thought for a moment.

“you look even better with it off, darlin’”

he moaned softly against your neck, his kisses more feverish than the last

“god…” he groaned, feeling himself grow hard against your hip “if i could take you right here, i would…”

as much as you enjoyed that sentiment. you would happily obliged if you were not surround by relatives

“daniel…we can’t…not now…”

you tried desperately to hold back a moan, his lips trailing down to your collarbone

he could tell you were enjoying yourself.

“come with me” he whispered, taking you by the wrist, dragging you back inside

the backyard had grown pretty crowded for his liking.

he dragged you to the bathroom, being the nearest room

quickly locking the door behind you. your back now pressed against it.

he did not hesitate to attack you with a flurry of kisses once more

his movements feverish, prying up the skirt of your dress until your panties were in view

“d-daniel…” you stuttered through a moan, the pads of his fingers tracing delicate shapes against your clit through the fabric

“shhh baby…don’t want to get caught now do we?”

you shook your head in response, shuddering as his fingers pressed harder against your clit

“gonna be a good girl for me and keep quiet?”

“y-yes daddy…” you stammered

he hummed softly with contentment, planting a sweet kiss to your lips.

“you look so fuckin’ good…makes me wanna put a baby in you”

daniel’s hand smoothed across your stomach, caressing it.

“you pulled him close, arms wrapping around his neck

“well what are you waiting for?” you retorted playfully, leaning in to plaster chaste kisses to his jawline

he tugged your panties to the side, without warning, flipping you around.

your head pressed against the bathroom door, pretty ass sticking out for him to gain some leverage

he slipped into you with ease, your cunt drenched from his constant pursuit of you

“oh god…you feel so good princess”

your hips bucked against his even before he started moving, just letting you grind against his cock as he gathered his baring.

he wrapped a hand around your mouth to dampen your moans, the reverb of the bathroom created a heavenly sound.

he delivered a particularly harsh thrust to begin with, a small squeak of pleasure left your lips

“be quiet, princess…” he reminded, to which you made futile attempts to silence yourself.

“gonna fuck a baby into you darlin’” he began, trailing off into his own thoughts, proclaiming them out loud

“you’d look even more beautiful with you belly full of my seed…fuck-“ he grunted, pausing stern the sentence to catch his breath

*you’d be the perfect mother, sweetheart…our kids will be lucky to have you”

he pulled you back against his chest, kissing you with such an intensity and passion that was not uncommon in your little endeavours

but this…it felt so much more intimate

“i love you…” you muttered against his lips

“i want nothing more…”

he increased the speed of his thrusts, enjoying the sounds of your muffled moans against his palm

how they grew increasingly louder and more desperate

“shhh princess…” he reminded, hearing the chatter of your relatives from outside

he could feel his pace faltering, his end nearing

he held you close by the waist, filling you up without warning

continuing to fuck you through his orgasm until you spilled over.

“god…i love you…” he panted, admiring the way you gushed around him. how his cum was dripping out of your void

you merely hummed contently. mind far too fucked out to even create a response.

he pulled out of you, fixing your panties, much to your dismay,

smoothing down the stray strings of hair that cling to your face with perspiration

“we should probably get back out there before your family gets suspicious” he chuckled nervously

“yeah we should…” you replied with the same on edge tone, quickly fixing the skirt of your dress to seem more presentable

“hey daniel…?” you questioned. he merely peered up at you with a gentle gaze

“round two in the car when we leave?”

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[fanficfanatic000]

(Handmade for me) E.M

Eddie Munson x best friend plus sized friends to lovers

reader 18+ don't read if a minor

Trigger warning ( read if you dare )

(Summary)is a plus sized young adult female Who lived in Hawkins her whole life was a outcast in school only has three friends Robin. Steve and eddie. But your best friend is eddie munson. Just your friend right???...You work at a bar as a bartender usually serving drinks from rugged bikers to just turned twenty one first drinkers... until that night.... when it all when wrong......)

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You just stepped out of the shower and walked to your room to grab some clothes to change into. "so what should we do tonight y/n we could go get some snacks im kinda feeling snackyyy" you walked toward your drawer in your little white towel searching for your favorite loose t-shirt. Ripped jeans and bra and underwear.The dorky metal head laying on your bed throwing his arms in the air staring at the ceiling. "Well we could walk to the store after i get dressed since your snackyyyyyy" you giggle and his eyes shift towards you in that white towel your skin silky and your hip stretch marks slightly visible on your lower thigh then he quickly averted his gaze. Focusing on the ceiling instead of your curves. You pulled the clothing items out of your drawers and walk to your bathroom and got dressed. half dried your hair with a towel "ya ready edds?" He got up quickly. "Yepp! Letz gooo!"• He opened the front door for you and you started your short walk to the small store. Eddie walking next to you bumps into you slightly once and a while due to the small sidewalk him on the outer rim of the sidewalk remembering what he said the first time you two walked together -"look i would rather be hit by a truck then see you get hit because if you got hit id drop dead" his hand clenched his chest if he were dieing in a playfulness- "and we have arrived you first m-lady " he held the door his eyebrow crooked with his cute dimple smile the evening light making his eyes sparkle you walk through and he followed behind you. "So what type of snackys were you thinkin? Eddie" he hums thinking about what he wanted "slurpys and spicy chips! What do you think sweetheart?" You nodded yes "sounds good." Eddie and you make way to the slurpy machine waiting for Nancy wheeler and her little sister Holly to fill theirs. Eddie rocked on his heels waiting and looking at you he sticks his tongue out and then you do too. You and eddie were always dorks but dorks together ever since middle school. Nancy and Holly moved walking towards the counter to pay. Eddie hands you a large slurpys cup and you filled it with cherry and cola. And he filled his with the same and you stood there putting the lid on tightly when a hand hit the fat of your ass And a rough smooth voice says "well well well y/n Mickelson ya still look smoking!"You turn gritting your teeth "billy fuck head is that you?" Billy Hargrove this man child always made you uncomfortable in high school and when he sees you obviously he always asked you out then when you declined he'd call you a slut or bitch. eddie turns "Hargrove leave her the fuck alone man!." He says fist clenched stepping between you and Billy "maybe next time y/n" he flashed his stupid cocky grin as he threw cash on the counter and went out the door with his pack of cigarettes. "What an asshole.... thank God you're here edds or he wouldn't have left me alone that fast..." he puts the lid on his slurpy grabs the chips and two straws "yeah im glad i was here. Stupid asshole"You walk up to the counter to pay "doing anything fun tonight you two?" Joyce byers the mother figure of the town she watched you and eddie grow up since you two came there quite frequently and eddie has dnd campaigns that she drops will off at. "Mm we havent thought that far ahead yet.. eddie was just soo snackyyy. And here we are" you smile. And eddie laughs slightly "cmon i know you wanted some snacks also y/n " you giggle sliding the money towards Joyce "well dont have tooo much fun you two " she smiles and handed you the receipt.

Part two is out soon or now

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[that-one-weeb-buts-its-the-main]

Being Frank Castle's Daughter in Hawkins

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reader: female | Age: 17-18 range

Characters mentioned: Dustin (briefly, ST), Jonathan Byers (breifly, ST), Joyce Byers (brefily, ST), Steve Harrington (ST), Nancy Wheeler (Breifly, ST) , Billy Hargrove (ST), Frank Castle (MCU), Matt Murdock (MCU), Peter Parker (breifly MCU), Kate Bishop (breifly, MCU)

type: headcannons + drabbles,

A/N: When you hyper fixate on two very different shows so you put them together, basically a Stranger Things x MCU type deal, also i know timelines dont match up just. Let it happen. Also. This got really long

Warnings: typical violence from stranger things and marvel, mentions of weapons not the use of them but still

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So moving to Hawkins Indiana, was supposed to be "laying low" for both of you

As Known, he the famous Punisher: and with you: not being biologically his daughter, but barring his last name put a tag on your neck as well

Luckily you were trained well and had been through one or two superheroes in your life, like your father you're pretty morally gray

Hawkins was pretty cheap, depending on where you guys lived, there was no point in a big house either so you both lived someone in a cabin off the main road, it was small but better than run-down new york apartments with no windows

You bet to be sure as soon as mothers see the new truck they start talking.

"Not bad..." Y/n spoke looking around her room, "Hey, it's got a window."

Frank chuckled leaning against the door frame as he looked back at her, "You like it?"

"It's nice." Y/n told him setting a box down "It's gonna be weird being so calm..."

"Murdock's got the landline." Frank spoke, "He'll be beggin' for another fight. It won't be long before we're back fightin'."

Y/n nodded, "Gonna miss all those shit-head Avengers. Remember the battle with me and you, we were going against Cap and that Winter Soldier guy. Those guys would just not get off our asses."

"Good memories, you'll make more kid." He told, ruffling her hair, "Get your room together."

And with that Y/n was left alone in the room

You guys like, have to go shopping for food and you feel like you in a zoo

People staring oddly at you, and kids pointing at you

Franks at another store, and you're feeling slightly anxious as you're grabbing a few things for a quick dinner

Luckily the lady checking you out is sweet:

"Don't worry about them." She spoke scanning the items, "Nothing exciting happens around Hawkins, new faces it's like seeing a celebrity."

"oh, yeah...yeah." Y/n nodded watching the woman bag everything eyes not knowing where to fall she found the woman's name tag, "Thank you, Ms.Joyce."

She smiled sweetly, "It's no problem at all. Where you coming from?"

"New York City." Y/n started, engaging in the small talk.

"Hm, the big apple," Joyce smiled, "Must be quite a change."

"yes, Ma'm," Y/n responded.

"Well, we're open 24 hours here, " She started pushing some clanky buttons on the cash register, then hitting it aggressively, "Thing never wants to work- there we are. 5.96."

Y/n handed her the money exactly and Joyce thanked her, y/n said goodbye and left out the store with the two bags in hand.

Walking back to the truck you see a radio shack as you pass, Frank's not at the truck so you dip in for a quick look

So far all of the adults are nice, nice to see a new face and make small talk.

But soon you left and Frank was waiting for you in the truck

"Got it all."

"Yeah," Y/n responded as she got in closing the door behind her, it was silent as Frank drove off.

"Did you get stared and pointed at?" Y/n asked.

"yeah."

at least she wasn't alone there

So they got home and put all the groceries away, and that's when Y/n realized the bag.

"You know, this is making me think that you're sending me to school." Y/n started holding up the school supplies, "you're not sending me to school, right?"

"Independent study ain't gonna get you nowhere here kid-"

"Are you kidding!? You said I wouldn't have to go!" Y/n argued, "You said as long as I'm on an independent study I can go on patrols with you!"

"There is nothing to go after out here, kid! What are you gonna do? Go shoot every damn animal you see in the forest?" He argued back, "We're not in New York no more, No more patrol, no more independent study! You start Monday, that's it."

Already arguing on your first day in a new city, yay

You yourself end up skipping dinner and just finish putting your room together, after all, the day after tomorrow you are a damn high schooler.

He lets you calm down, and makes breakfast in the morning for the both of you

Well he said he got some construction or quarry job- something labor intensive so you're not the only one trying to go back to normal

The days spent cleaning again and putting the few things you own away

You go into town again the next day: you had both just bought stuff for dinner the other day, and you needed actual food in the house now

Hence the grocery store

You thought that small market where that lovely lady was filled with stares? Just look at it now

You guys stick together for this one, eyes are everywhere just stare at you

You're for sure not you're typical "girl" most are wearing skirts and nice blouses

You're literally dressed just like your dad, combat boots and all

Yeah you definitely weren't gonna be popular at school you could already feel it

"Get something for lunch tomorrow." and off to the fruit section y/n went, and quickly too, to pick up a bag of peaches and apricots

"Mommy, mommy, look at the pretty girl-"

"Don't look, sweetheart, that is not beauty,"

god people are such a-holes for no reason

"Don't worry." A boy spoke, "I think you're super cool. Like you're about to go monster hunting."

"Thanks?" Y/n spoke.

"Dustin Dustin Henderson." He introduced.

"Nice to see someone doesn't think I'm a psycho path." Y/n spoke, "Even if they are, what? ten?"

"I'm 13." "Close enough." Y/n shrugged walking off.

"Wait! Wait!" he called rushing after her.

"I heard you from across the sea, is it true?"

"What? No, I'm from New York." Y/n argued.

"That was going to be my second guess." He spoke, "And is equally as cool!"

"Look kid, I gotta get back to my dad." Y/n told him, "Can I help you with something?"

He looked at her and Y/n raised an eyebrow, "Okay I actually need something from the top shelf."

"Yeah, where is it, kid."

You helped him get what he wanted and he thanked you: calling you cool once more and then rushed off.

You had a feeling just deep down that was gonna come bite you in the ass later on, somehow, not sure how, but it would

You met back up with Frank and went to check out

Yes, great more stares, Women think Frank's good-looking and Y/n's just in the way of the view

Now you gotta go to school the next day and put up with the same shit

Literally Frank has to search your bag for weapons before you go: your so used to carrying concealed weapons because of Patrols and independent study it didn't matter, so he literally pats you down

"You can't take pocket knives to school!"

"I don't get it!? Why not!"

"It's not battle royal, it's who can get to the cafeteria first- that's it."

"Sounds pretty battle royal to me-"

"Get in the truck."

He drops you off and is really worried

not for you of course, for the other kids

yeah yeah, they should be scared.

Guess who you're lockers next to Billy FUCKING Hargrove

And some girls are too busy flirting to realize they're in your way

"Excuse me." Nothing.

"Hey!" Nothing

Okay now you're shoving them out the way

"Watch it." One girl ordered Y/n looking back at her, rolling her eyes

Billy can already tell your a city kid like him, it's a city kid thing.

and casually interrupts the a-hole girls to ask him where your classes were.

"Down the hall..." He spoke looking her over, "Brooklyn?"

"New York, Hells Kitchen." she responded, "L.A, San Fransico?"

"Guilty as charged city bird," he smirked

Oh that's a good shit disturbed friendship forming

well at least Hawkins wouldn't be as boring as you thought

No one really tried to introduce themselves to you

Yet King Steve the hair Harrington did almost run into you with his food tray but you stopped him catching his tray and handing back over before you go to sit down to eat

That's where you meet you guessed it: Johnathan Byers, seems like he's an eat-alone guy too

You guys don't really meet but acknowledge one another

Then some guy and his girl come to pick on him but you're not in the mood.

"You mind moving somewhere else?" Y/n called to the one and only Tommy Hagan.

"Aw, are we disrupting the new girl?" Carol laughed

"I'll be disrupting your fuckin face if you don't leave him alone," Y/n argued.

"Hey you don't talk to her like that," Tommy argued Y/n standing up.

"Or what? You're gonna punch me? Gonne slap me?" Y/n spoke walking closer to him, he stumbles back, "Gonna try and fight and you're gonna lose, you'll be on the floor within the second, I dare you, throw that punch."

Tommy had tripped over his feet falling to the ground, she had drawn unwanted attention as she towered over him in the center of the cafeteria, Y/n walking away from him to return to her food.

Johnathan thanked her and tried to introduce himself to her

Then PE happened, where she officially met Harrington.

Girls sat on the bench while they watched shirtless and covered boys play basketball

yet of course Y/n jumped in and played ball instead, girls officially hate you, being able to be that close with Billy and Steve,

the coach allowed you to play too: you only thought, he didn't want to hear about a nail being broken

Steve introduced himself during water break while, but then again you don't introduce yourself

"New Yorker thinks she's too good for us." Billy chimed in, "isn't that right?"

Y/n continued in drinking water with no response.

"Leave her alone." Steve defended.

"No let him keep running his mouth, maybe he'll finally speak some sense."

"I wouldn't get cocky with me City bird." Billy shot back

"Is that a threat?" Y/n deflected getting in his face.

"Maybe it is."

"Me and you on the court. Now."

Let's just say you really gave him a run for his money

Dude you robbed him of his money

The one-on-one game consists of you two shoving and pushing, trying to trip the other

"Is it just me." Steve spoke to a classmate beside him, "Or does the new kid seem."

"Over the top strong?"

"Yeah." Steve spoke watching Y/n knock Billy down, "i would hate to be on her bad side."

Yeah if you weren't already the talk of the school you are now

Steve once again tries to introduce himself to you.

"Steve Harrington."

"I know who you are."

"Wow, am I that popular?" He teased.

"What do you want."

"You don't take to new people very well."

Y/n opened her locker, "Okay, listen."

"All ears."

"You're the popular dude, who gets all the girls and has rich parents, yada, yada, yada, why are you talking to me. because I'm not sleeping with you."

"what? no! no!" Steve argued, "I thought you were really cool, the whole school saw you take down Tommy Hagan with just standing there. Not to mention how you took on Hargrove."

Y/n looked over at him, and he smiled trying to persuade her.

"Y/n. Y/n Castiglione."

You've officially had a "friend" according to Steve

When school's out, you're more than running to go home.

But Frank's at work, or whatever he does now and you're walking home

"hey!" Steve called, "Need a ride home?"

Y/n looked beside her, Steve driving alongside her: "Come on, Were friends now!"

Y/n sighed and walked over, opening the door, "Try anything Harrington and I'll stab you."

"Alright, Alright." Steve spoke, "Just watch the hair and the face."

The town werido and class king driving home together

But when you told him to drop you off he's confused.

"But there's no house here." Steve defended.

"I know." Y/n spoke getting out the car.

"Wait! Wait! Could I atleast get your landline?" He asked.

"What?" Y/n questioned.

"You know. The house phone." Steve spoke.

Y/n was silent, "...why?"

"To call you?" Steve questioned: what else would he need the house number phone, "You know. Invite you to go out with us. Have fun."

"In Hawkins?"

"Its not as bad as you think sometimes." Steve shrugged, "or we could, I dont know hang out somewhere."

"I give you the number you stop askin questions?"

"Absolutely."

So Steve got the land line.

Maybe having steve as a friend wouldn't be so bad.

But with Hw done and no libary card, you resort to calling Matt Murdock.

"Aw. Miss me already?" Matt chuckled.

"I would be lying if I said no." Y/n defended leaning against the wall.

"Come on can't be that bad." He tried to defend, "Make any friends?"

Y/n shrugged on her end, " Yeah I guess. This guy named Steve Harrington. Thinking about looking into him."

"Y/n you're making friends not finding people to background check." Matt defended.

"Maybe I wouldn't have to background check anyone if Frank would give me my damn knife back." Y/n protested.

"Y/n." Matt started, "I know it's hard to adjust. I do. But you're not gonna need a knife or pistol everywhere you go."

Y/n sighed. Matt was right, she'd have to adjust: and no not like you adjust on a mission, but genuinely adjust to the surrondings to a new daily life.

"If I can get Foggy to let me go I'll come visit you both." Matt told, "just because you've wiggled your way into my soft spot doesnt mean you're both not on my radar."

Y/n chuckled, Matt had become somewhat of an Uncle-ish dad-ish figure. Someone that calmed her down unlike Frank who was bad at it.

"Hey. Send me somethin local and maybe. Maybe. I'll send you somethin back?" Matt tried to suggest: keep her busy, "We could be pen pals."

Y/n smiled, "Yeah I'd like that."

He smiled, "Love ya kiddo."

"Love you too." Y/n responded and the call ended.

What you'd do to be in new york right now

Fighting crime, Sneaking out, eatting pizza from hole in the wall place, breakfast early morings after a busy night

Waiting for Frank seemed useless at this point: as early evening became late evening and late evening became night

And at 10pm steve harrington called.

"Hello?"

"Seems like I got the right number after all." Steve spoke on the other side of the phone

What you thought would be a short conversation turned into a full blown three hours,

Turns out Steve was alot of fun to talk too, all she had to do is open herself up a bit

He asked about her mostly, Typical new kid shit

Steve was a bit cocky still: but just for good fun and seemed Genuine

"You Y/n Castiglione seem like a bad ass."

"And why's that?" Y/n questioned.

"Well for one you stood up to Billy Hargrove."

Y/n chuckled, "You're still on about that?"

"Was that a chuckle? I heard a chuckle. I must be gettin' pretty good." Steve joked.

Finally you guys get off the phone

And you go to bed.

So. Maybe Hawkins wouldn't be too bad.

The first week seems Normal: Steve introduced you to Nancy Wheeler his girlfriend

You seemed off about her: she looked like one of the girls making fun of you at the store

You keep yourself quiet though, you also dont eat with them during lunch, but rather Jonathan, simply because you guys eat in silence

You and Billy contuine to go at it: occasionally shoves from each other in the hallways and eye rolls during class. You guys really go at it during PE, Especially when Wrestling came along

The girls think your aboustley imodest in your shorts and sports bra wreslting the boys

Most are just jealous your in such contact with the guys

At first there was the "that guy" who always has to make a comment about you but he really did shut up before you could even turn his world upside down.

Why? You honestly have no idea

But when the guy comes back that friday with a black eye you still have no clue

Alot of the girls sum it up to you doing it

You thought all would be fine, you feel like your being distanced from Frank though

With him working long days into nights you feel like that bond is wearing down.

But luckily Matt keeps in touch with you. Peter Parker's called you along with Kate Bishop saying they miss you

You miss them all too. But atleast Harrington calls you daily, same time: just to bullshit together

So your first week wasnt bad, during the weekend you and Frank Lazy around, playing a board game here and there

You actually send Matt that package he wanted so thats off your list.

You also go on your own little nature hikes and your not too far from the lake.

And when you come back you're weapons are displayed on your bedroom wall and you're so excited.

He says its somewhat of a present

And its not all your weaponary, just your favorites The rest is in the floorboard

Still: you put blood sweat and tears into those weapons so you were happy

Ah yes your pristine knife collection

Week one? If you had to rate it solid 7/10

Then week two starts

Oh god week two

Monday was good for no one: especially not you

She opened her locker, just for open cartons of milk and raw eggs to fall and splatter onto her chlothes, people starring and starting to laugh

Luckily you had extra chlothes in your pe locker

Or so you thought

Someone had broken into those and covered specifically the ass part of your shorts in red and brown paint and the same with your shirt.

So you just skipped Monday

It was actually as you were leaving Billy was just coming in.

"What the hell happened to you city bird?" Billy questioned getting no response as she walked past him, "City Bird!"

Still no answer he sighed, "Castiglione! Im talking to you!"

She looked back, "what the fuck does it look like Hargrove!" She argued.

It was silent between them, "Get in." He ordered, "But don't get any of that shit on my seats. Take your shoes off before you get it."

"I don't want a hand out."

"I didn't fuckin ask. Now get in the car." He told.

So he drove you home, all the way home.

You could careless at this point as he followed you in the house

He didnt comment about the house and followed you into your room

"It's either you're bat shit crazy or you're just crazy." He spoke looking at the knives on the wall as she grabbed some chlothes to change into.

She changed into a fresh set of chlothes with him in the room as his back was to her, he still looking at the collection she tossing the old chlothes in her hamper as she fell back on her bed.

"What the fuck are you wearing?" He argued.

"What?" Y/n asked looking at him, "whats wrong with what Im wearing."

"No wonder you look like shit everytime you go to school. Don't have a damn mirror in here." Billy spoke looking around, "Fuck you don't have one at all."

"Okay? And?" Y/n spoke.

"Well get ready City Bird." Billy told, Y/n raising her eyebrows, "You're dumbass is going shopping."

"Hah." Y/n laughed, "no."

Oh no

You dont get it, he picked up your ass, and DRAGGED you

"Billy!" Y/n defended, "the fuck! Unhand me! You peice of shit!"

"Stop fuckin trashin' we're going." Billy protested throwing her into the passanger seat.

So now instead of being in school you're shopping, for chlothes with Billy Fucking Hargove.

Alrighty then

He thinks you have a horrible sense of style

And you do? Kinda? You do wear just Frank's old chlothes

Atleast he got you out of cargo pants and into some denim jeans

He's got you in style now

Accidentally matching him one day will end up being a problem.

So you spent your monday bullshitting around town with Billy becoming actual friends

Not telling Frank that you skipped your second Monday wont hurt him.

Part two

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Tags: @raelwrites

[im-just-a-mississippi-girl]

Maybe We Should Argue More Often

Pairing: Cash Wheeler x female!reader

Category: Smut

Word count: 2,340

Summary: After an argument with your boyfriend Cash, you both find yourselves giving one another the silent treatment. Cash gets fed up with the childishness of it and wants to apologize, but you aren’t having it just yet. Cash decides it’s time to take matters into his own hands.

Warnings: Swearing, my attempt at smut, female reader but no description of reader, she/her pronouns, protected sex, dirty talk/praise, my attempt at Soft Dom!Cash, brief fingering, p in v sex

A/N: I haven’t ever written smut, so this is my first attempt! I hope it’s at least semi good. 🤞🏻

Requested by: @wheeler-omega-kingston Hope you enjoy it hun! 😘

You can find the original request post here!

You can find the prompt list this request is from here!

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Smut Prompt #14 - “Bite me.” “If you insist.”

You and Cash had an argument earlier in the day, and you honestly couldn’t remember what it was about; you just remember that you’re pissed at him. The pair of you had been giving each other the silent treatment as well as avoiding one another as much as possible in your shared home. What you do remember is Cash shouting at you, and he never shouts at you; he doesn’t even raise his voice at you. That hurt, stung even, but you also remember him saying, “I wish you’d just leave me alone!” so you’re doing just that, what he more or less demanded.

The longer you and Cash kept the silent treatment going, the more guilty he felt. He doesn’t remember what the argument was about either, much less who started it, but all the things he said to you were eating away at him. He hated you being pissed off at him, especially considering it was a rare occasion. He decided enough was enough and stood up from the couch, heading to the bedroom where you stormed off to.

He stopped in front of the bedroom door, listening to gage what you could be doing. Should he knock? Should he just barge in? How should he start the ‘I’m sorry’ conversation? It’s extremely rare these arguments happen, and Cash is at a loss on how to approach you, how to apologize after some of the things he said in the heat of the moment. He kept listening but never heard you move around the room, talking on the phone, or the water running in the bathroom.

He finally decided to knock. He waited a few minutes, maybe you were in the bathroom, maybe you were reading, or maybe you were changing clothes. He continued to wait until he had enough. After five minutes, he didn’t care what you were doing; he just wanted you happy again, to apologize, to do whatever it took to be in your good graces again. He turned the door knob and barged in, only to find you still fuming on the bed, scrolling through your phone.

“Can we talk? I want to apologize. I’m sorry for all those things I said. I should’ve thought about it more before I let them slip out. I hate you being pissed at me.” He cautiously sat down on the edge of the bed, eyes never leaving your face. If he was being honest with himself, he thought you were sexy when you were mad; he just didn’t like that you were mad at him.

After he finished his little speech, you glared up at him, still fuming. “Bite me.” You growled, not ready to forgive him just yet. You watch your boyfriend’s face slowly turn mischievous, the sexiest smirk on his lips.

“If you insist.” He voice deepens and his eyes darken with lust, taking your words as a challenge. He grabs your phone from your hands and places it on the bedside table, turning back to you. You haven't moved an inch, too turned on by the dominance that’s radiating off Cash. You bite your lip, trying to keep it together the best you can; you don’t want him to win just yet.

Cash takes in your appearance, anger finally gone, replaced with want and lust. He knows he’s got you right where he wants you. He sees the way you’re biting your lip, the way your eyes are trailing over his body, the way your fingers are twitching, just dying to to touch him. He slowly climbed on top of you, arms on either side of you, caging you in. He swiped his tongue across his lips, wetting them. “You’re just being a brat now, you know that? Challenging me, not accepting my apology, ignoring me, avoiding me. Maybe you need to be reminded who I am, who you are, how all this works.” Cash taunts, ever so subtly leaning down towards your lips as he speaks, eyes never leaving yours. You remain frozen and swallow, finding your mouth and throat dry and dangerously close to caving and kissing him with all you have in you.

You open your mouth to speak, but no words come out. Cash brings his mouth to your ear. “What’s the matter, love? You know I like when you use your words.” He whispers, his breath tickling your ear. You nod, closing your eyes, reveling in the moment. Cash brings his head back up, and gently yet firmly grasps your chin. “Open your eyes, love.” He commanded, a stern look on his handsome face. You obey, eyes popping open to be met with his, and you’ve never felt more turned on in your entire life. “That’s my girl. You gonna listen to me now?” He asks, still holding your chin.

“Y-yes.” You managed to stammer out. You couldn’t keep fighting him any longer, and if he hadn’t had a hold of your chin you would have had your lips on his in a heartbeat. Finally caving in completely, you let out a whine and attempt to lift your hips up to meet his, forgetting about the fact that you’re both fully clothed.

Cash lets out a low chuckle, removing his hand from your chin and sitting up, straddling you; he keeps his eyes on yours shaking his head. “Patience, love. It’s all gonna be worth the agonizing wait.” He tells you as he makes a show of ridding himself of his shirt, showing off his strong, muscular upper body. At this point, you’re all but drooling over him. You know you shouldn’t, but you sit up and quickly latch your lips onto his, clinging to him as you did so.

He gives in momentarily, kissing you back with want and need. He eventually pulls away, a wicked smile on his lips as he shakes his head. “You did it now, love.” Cash makes quick work of ridding you of your clothing, but continues his little strip tease from moments ago. He knows your dying to get your mouth on him, or your hands, whichever you manage first. He pushes you back down on the bed. His eyes trailed down your body, his desire for you building with each passing second. He leans down, lightly dragging his fingertips along your skin, first from your cheek to your chest, pausing to admire your breasts. He can’t help but to get his hands on them, kneading, kissing, licking, and sucking on them both.

You gasped as the feeling of finally having his hands and mouth on you. “Cash….” You moan in hopes he’ll slip a hand down between you both, to give you some sort of attention where you dripping with desire for him.

Cash trails kisses this time from your breast down to your stomach, his hands still on your breasts. You attempt once more to lift your hips up, to get his attention, to get some sort of relief, some sort of friction in between your legs, but you have no such luck. Cash removes his hands from your breasts and places them on your hips, gripping firmly. “Patience, love.” He almost growls. “I’ll give you what you want soon enough. Now be a good girl for me.” You whine in protest which earns you gentle yet firm slap to the thigh, close your core.

“Cash!” You moan out in pleasure and slight pain. You know he’d never hurt you intentionally, no matter how good either one of you were feeling. That wasn’t the type of guy was in or out of the bedroom. He loved you, respected you, and he would do anything for you.

He finally moved from your stomach down to your core. He placed a feather light kiss on the inside of each of your thighs. You struggled to not press your luck, especially with him right there. He glanced up at you, smirking, knowing you wanted to all but shove his head down to your core. He slid a finger in you, slowly, feeling just how soaked you were for him. “Damn, baby. Who did this to you?” He asked, pretending to be clueless all while a shit eating grin played on his lips. You were trying so hard to focus on staying still because you know the more obedient you are the quicker he’ll give into you, and trying to gather your thoughts to answer him.

Any other time, you would have rolled your eyes at him. “You…” You breathlessly whispered.

“I didn’t hear that, baby. What did you say?” He questioned, adding a second finger and entering you, pumping his fingers in and out of you at a slightly quick pace this time.

“You, Cash! You!” You shouted as you felt him add a second finger and finally give you some type of friction, even if it was slower than what you wanted.

“You’re damn right it was me.” The smug look on his face would have earned him a smack to the back of his head, but in this situation, it was hot. He knew how much he turned you on just like you knew how much you turned him on. He was hard, painfully hard, but he couldn’t pass up teasing you. He continued to prep you, and when he knew you were ready, he withdrew his fingers, earning a whimper from you. “Relax, baby. You’ll love this so much better.” Cash reached over and opened the top drawer of the bedside table, retrieving a condom, rolling it on. He lined himself up at your entrance and slowly eased himself into you.

“Oh, fuck…. Baby…” You moaned at the feeling of his size slowly entering you, filling you up completely, like you two were meant to be.

You had your head thrown back and back arched, nails digging into Cash’s back, eliciting a moan from him. “Fuck, baby. You feel so good.” He praised. He waited for your cue to move. Thankfully, he didn’t have to wait much longer.

“Move. Please move, baby.” You whimpered desperately, once you adjusted to the size of him. You needed him to move; you’ve been patient like he kept emphasizing. Cash’s lips found yours, kissing you with so much need, want, desire, and passion you weren’t sure how much longer you could last.

Cash began moving like you practically begged him to. He started off slow but after a few thrusts he was picking up the pace, moaning and grunting against your lips. He moved his lips down to your neck, and you knew your neck would be littered with hickeys, love bites, whatever you wanted to call them. He kept a decent pace, not slow but now too fast, much to your dismay.

“Faster… please….” You begged him to pick up the pace. You could feel your orgasm steadily approaching. Cash could feel his own orgasm approaching as well, so he complied, thrusting faster and shifting the two of you so he could go deeper. He had no issue finding that sweet spot, and you knew you really wouldn’t last much longer now.

“Feels so good, babygirl. Look so…” He trailed off focusing on hitting that sweet spot to hear you scream his name. “Pretty begging for me…” He finished his dirty praise in between thrusts.

He accomplished his goal of getting you to scream his name. He hit that sweet spot over and over. “Fuck! Cash!” You scream in pleasure, closer and closer to your release with every thrust.

Cash wasn’t far behind. Your walls clenching around him, the sounds you were making because of him, and that dirty talk had him inching closer and closer as well.

Cash picked up the pace more, moving fast and rougher now, not able to hold on too much longer. He knew you were right there with him by the way you were squirming and the sounds you were making, your breathing matching his.

You had drug your nails into his strong, muscular back, leaving scratches each time he hit that sweet spot. You weren’t sure who would have it worse when it was all over, you with your neck covered in hickeys, or him with his back covered in scratch marks. At this moment you didn’t care. You only cared about how good you were making each other feel.

Cash slipped a hand in between the two of you, rubbing quick circles on your sensitive bud, thrusting a fast pace. “Come on, love. I’m so close.” He pleaded desperately, not wanting to release without you.

Just a few more thrusts hitting your sweet spot and his fingers rubbing you at the same time was overwhelming you. Upon hearing the desperation in Cash’s voice, you knew he was more than ready and so were you. “I’m so close too, baby….” You panted, your walls tightening around him. He hit that sweet spot once again, sending you over the edge. “Fuck… Cash!” You screamed out as you hit your climax.

Cash thrust one final time, feel you tighten and clench around him, and your juices spilling onto him; it was all it took for him to climax as well. “Fuck!” You both rode out your highs before Cash pulls off the condom, tossing it into the trash can by the bedside table, and collapsing on his side of the bed. The pair of you were exhausted and out of breath.

“Damn. Maybe we should argue more often.” He joked, still catching his breath. You looked over at him, still catching your breath as well, and smack his chest, letting out a laugh.

“We can do that whenever you want, big boy.” You winked, half-joking.

He laughed, pulling you into his arms. You rest your head on his chest after you place a kiss over his heart. “I love you.” You whispered, adrenaline wearing off, and your eyes slowly closing.

“I love you, beautiful.” Cash replied, placing a soft kiss to the top of your head, sleep beginning to overtake him as well.

[keysgrave]

Wrestlers I Write For

I write for both aew and wwe now!

* indicates my favorites to write for

Keep in mind I usually only write female or gender neutral reader as they are easiest for me

I'll also write certain ships(I added those at the bottom

AEW:

Kenny Omega

Hook*

Adam Cole

Adam Page

Chuck Taylor*

Trent

MJF

Danhausen*

Kris Statlander*

Cash Wheeler

Dax Harwood

Wardlow

Kyle O'Reilly*

Orange Cassidy*

Nick Jackson

Matt Jackson*

Ricky Starks

Eddie Kingston*

Powerhouse Hobbs

Kip Sabian

Ruby Soho*

Athena

Buddy Matthews

Malakai Black

WWE:

Daniel Garcia

Jamie Hayter*

Toni Storm*

Austin Theory*

Johnny Gargano*

Drew McIntyre

Roman Reigns

Jimmy Uso*

Jey Uso*

Shayna Baszler

Indi Hartwell

Seth Rollins*

Sami Zayn

Kevin Owens

Dominik Mysterio*

Rhea Ripley*

Damian Priest*

Finn Balor*

Bayley*

Dakota Kai*

Iyo Sky (Io Shirai)

Naomi (idk if she still counts as wwe tbh)

Alexa Bliss

Asuka

Liv Morgan*

WHO I WONT WRITE FOR:

I will not write for any of the following

Sammy Guevara

Tay Conti

Anna Jay (it depends tbh, I'm willing to just not alot)

Jake Hager

Chris Jericho

Bryan Danielson (I dont like writing for him sorry)

Sting

Darby allin (I dont like writing for him)

CM Punk

Max Caster

The Miz

Dexter Lumis

Ships

Hook x Danhausen (hookhausen)

Trent x Chuck (best friends)

Dax x Cash (FTR)

Orange Cassidy x Chuck Taylor

[unoficialy-married-to-ace-austin]

Can I request a Cash Wheeler x Female reader story? Something like Cash’s favorite thing besides wrestling is just being with his girlfriend? Please?

An: I hope you like it! This is my first time writing for him so I hope it ok 🤞😁🤞

Summary: Every one assumes the only thing that matters to Cash is Wrestling, but when he gets injured everyone finally meets you.

“Ma’am, I’m really sorry but I think you have the wrong area.” Cody was basically pleading for you to leave. You had argued for a good 20 minutes with a secretary guard, and when he got Cody Rhodes, you still weren’t willing to fold.

“You have no idea what your talking about. The one time I find the time to come watch my fiancé he gets injured and I’m not even allowed to see him!” You we’re slowly loosing your patience. Cash had practically crushed his knee and you just wanted to see him.

“Ma’am, if you don’t leave eventually I will have to call he cop-“

“Y/N!” Both of us turned to see Dax jogging over. “Let her back Rhodes.”

Cody looked confused, but when he looked at you he realized you weren’t going to leave anytime soon.

“Stay with him.” Cody mumbled stepping out of your way.

“Took you long enough.” You snapped at Dax as you jogged right behind Dax, him leading the way.

“Sorry, I was helping them get him back there. Doctors with him now.”

As you got to the medical area you could see a group of people around the door.

“Dax, who is this?” A man asked walking up. You immediately recognize him as Matt Jackson. He had been in the match.

“Y/n, l/n. I’m Cash’s fiancé.” You explained shaking his hand. Matt raised an eyebrow at that, stealing a glance at Dax.

“Come on man, she’s been waiting long enough.” Dax said, pushing past Matt while pulling me along. He pushed a door open and I saw Cash laying on a table, and ice pack on his leg.

“Babe!” You practically shouted, running to his side as he looked up.

“Hey baby girl,” he said, giving me a small smile. “Took you a while.”

“Talk to your boss.” You snapped, taking his hand in yours. “Are you ok?”

“Takes more then a Jackson brother falling on me.” He joked, but it just made you roll your eyes.

“Says the guy who probably won’t walk out of here on his own.” You mumble.

You slid down so that your kneeling next to him, your hand holding his tightly. Your head rested on the bench he was on, and you could feel a few tears escaping. You didn’t want him to see you cry, but there wasn’t much you should do to stop it.

“You scared me.” You felt his hand on your chin forcing you to look up.

“Baby girl, please don’t cry. I’m tough as nails remember?” He said, giving you a small smile.

“I know.” You smiled, ruffling his hair a bit. “And of course you get hurt the one time I can come watch you live.”

He just laughed at that, shaking his head. “How ironic. But actually, why did it take so long?”

“No one would believe that I was your fiancé��.” You explained, shrugging a bit.

“He’s never mentioned it before.” You both looked up to see Matt and Nick standing in the door way.

“We work in a business where people love to get at you any way they can. I prefer to keep her name out of y’all’s mouth.” Cash said.

“We can understand that. Sorry it took so long for her to get back here.” Nick apologized. “To be honest, I don’t think any of us thought you would settle down with someone. You always make it so clear that wrestling is the most important thing.”

“You can have more than one important thing in your life. Also, I think you’ve got one more thing to apologize for.” Cash chuckled as Nick turned slightly red.

“Oh ya! Sorry for cursing your knee man.”

“Don’t worry, I should have known a young buck wouldn’t know how to wrestle.” Cash shrugged, making both brothers role there eyes.

“I don’t know what you see in him.” Matt said, detected at you. But you smirked at him.

“I’m probably meaner then he is.”

[domesticblisss]

Cool | Don’t Speak PT.02

Timothy Thatcher x Female Reader (Mentioned Female Reader x Cash Wheeler) Rating: PG-13 Word Count: 778 Warnings: Angst? Fluff? Bittersweet? Inspired by Gwen Stefani’s “Cool” A/N: Yeah. Pt.01

Eight months. Eight months since they broke up. Eight months since Tim last saw her. Eight months since he last heard her voice. Eight months since they kissed for the last time.

He would be lying if he said he doesn’t regret it every day. The first two weeks were easy for him. It was the period he stayed over at Oney’s house, just long enough for him find a new apartment and settle in and for his routine to fall in place.

Wake up. Train. Watch tapes. Eat. Train again. Sleep.

No more laughter. No more pop music he didn’t understand but liked because it made her happy. No more waking up in the middle of the night with her holding him close after a nightmare.

Just one empty house. Just like he deserves, in his own words.

He got bits and pieces of information on her given by Oney and Drew during their sparring sessions.

“She adopted a dog.”

“She’s dating that Cash Wheeler dude.”

“She finally got that promotion.”

“Her and Cash moved in together.”

“They got a new dog.”

“Cash proposed to her.”

“Wait... did she say yes?” Tim asked.

“Yeah, of course she did.” Oney answered.

“You know, she is really happy with him. Happier than I’ve seen her in a long time.” added Drew.

“Good for her, she deserves the best.”

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Three seconds since he last saw her. He shouldn’t be counting time as she is right in front of him. In this exact moment. Yep, he is seeing her. No magic tricks.

Red dress hugging her figure perfectly. The shade of red that always made him lose it. Her hair was down, shorter than he had ever seen it. She finally had the guts to chop it off. He couldn’t help but think of how it made her even more beautiful.

Cash is right by her side. Hand on her hip, whispering something in her ear that makes her smile the brightest of smiles.

All Tim can think about is how he wishes it was him making her smile.

She eventually spots Tim, a smaller smile is given to him, paired with a shy nod, to which he responds with an equally shy nod and a raise of the beer he nurses. He needs to sit down, mind going miles per hour.

Tim finds himself on Oney’s garage/gym, sitting down on a bench.

When Oney told him he had invited her for his engagement party, he didn’t think she would come, let alone bring Cash with her.

“You still hide out on the quietest room, huh?” she interrupted his thoughts, a playful tone to her voice, and sat by his side on the bench.

“Yeah, well, somethings never change. How have you been, doll?”

“Good, I’ve been good. And you?”

“Alive.”

She smiles at him and bows her head down. Tim does the same as the awkward silence surrounds them. He can’t help but stare at the rock sitting on her ring finger.

“So, Mr. Wheeler, huh?” the man asked, breaking the silence.

“Yeah, it just... it just happened.”

“I’m happy for you doll, he’s a nice guy. You deserve it.”

She keeps looking down, smiles trying to hold in the tears that were threatening to spill. She grabs his hand, the one that sat by hers, holds it tight, thumb running over his palm.

“Tim, would you please look at me?”

She is met with a pair of tired brown eyes. The signs of his age around them making him look even more charming.

Her free hand goes to his hair, short like he always kept. Then to his lips, almost covered by his beard, thick, like she always asked him to keep it. She scratches it, earning a fond smile from him.

She kisses him. A shy, innocent kiss. A mere peck on his lips, to which he responds just as shy, as innocent.

She looks at him once again, smiling.

“You are the love of my life. You’re a beautiful man who deserves only the best. Maybe it didn’t work out with me, but it will with someone else. Allow yourself to be happy, Tim. Maybe it wasn’t with me, but there’s someone out there that will love you and you will love them back. Or maybe we will meet again along the way. We are young. Who knows what life will offer us.”

He smiles at her, his emotions at ease with her admission but all he could say was “I love you too. Forever.”

“Forever.” she nods. “I probably should go. Cash will start wondering where I am. See you around, yeah?”

“Yeah, see you around.”

→

[freefallingforfanfiction]

Super Strange Things

Chapter One: The Mission

Pairing: Eventual Johnathan Byers x Reader

Overall Summary: Y/N Winchester, middle child of John and Mary Winchester, arrives in Hawking’s with her family to investigate a series of disappearances and hearsay of a strange, faceless monster, along with a girl who can supposedly move things with her mind.

This Chapter: Y/N Winchester and family roll into the seemingly quite town of Hawkins, Indiana. The siblings face their first day at yet another new school and John Winchester goes to work with the Hawkins PD. 

Warning: Warped time line.

MasterList 

“Y/N!” your elder brother called from the kitchen of the small rent home that your father had paid for in cash, his voice booming off the walls. “Would you hurry the hell up?”

“I’m coming, I’m coming!” you huff out in annoyance, your fingers swiftly braiding your H/L, H/C hair into a loose French braid. You had already applied mascara onto your lashes from the single tube of the liquid substance that you owned, which had been snagged from a gas station one night while your father wasn’t looking. You quickly shimmied into your black denim jeans and shrugged on a loose black shirt and stepped into your ankle high black boots. You complete the dark look with a single pop of color, a green plaid shirt, which you promptly tied around your waist instead of slipping it onto your arms.

You snatched your army green bag from the floor of the makeshift room you were sharing with your little brother, Sam, since it was only a two roomed rent house, and tossed it over your shoulder, running out of the room.

“Here, you’re going to have to eat in the car,” Dean grunted as he handed you a plate of scrambled eggs and a few slices of bacon.

“Thanks,” you said as you took the plate from him, carful to not let the plastic fork drop to the ground.

“Sammy’s already in the car,” Dean said.

“Since when are you so eager to be on time?” You asked as you shove a fork full of eggs into your mouth.

“Dads orders,” Dean said.

You snorted, “Again, since when?”

Dean rolled his eyes at you, but put his arm around your shoulders as to usher you out of the house faster.

“I don’t know, but he wants us to behave this go around,” Dean explained.

“And by ‘us’ I assume he means just you and me?” You ask.

Dean smirks as he opens the door to the impala, “You know it.”

You chuckle slightly as you round the car to take your place in the passenger side seat. Sammy had always been the picture of innocence, he always took the classes he was put in seriously, liked to do his homework, and generally enjoyed the normal life.

You and Dean however, well, that was another story.

While you were slightly more behaved than Dean, you were nothing compared to Sam. Your grades were good enough to pass you, which is more than you could say for Dean most of the time, but they were not honor, nor banner, roll material for that matter. You preferred to spend the time you should be paying attention to your teacher drawing in your sketchbook or skipping out on classes to go sketch out the scenery elsewhere. Dean, however, enjoyed spending his time making out with random girls in the janitors closets or vacant classrooms.

“Alright, is everyone clear on their job?” Dean asked.

“Mhm,” you hummed.

“Yeah, yeah,” Sam muttered from the back seat. He had his elbow on the arm rest, and his face laying on his closed fist, brown puppy eyes staring blankly out the window.

“What’s wrong little one?” you asked, shifting around in your seat as Dean cranked the car, the engine sprang to life with a comforting purr.

“It’s nothing,” Sam muttered.

“Obviously not,” you countered, “You look like you just lost your best friend.”

“I don’t have a best friend to lose,” Sam sighed, “I hate bouncing from school to school. I don’t even know how to make friends! How am I supposed to get those kids to like me when they’re just going to think I’m trying to replace their dead friend?”

“We don’t know that the kid is dead, Sammy,” Dean muttered from the driver’s seat as he sped down the road ways to the school. You had no idea how Dean always knew the location of everything, but he always seemed to know where he was going. You had a suspicion that it was some kind of super power.

“Yea, we don’t know what happened to any of those missing people,” you said, quickly backing your older brother. “He’s only been gone a few days. He could even just be lost in the woods.”

“Yea, whatever you guys say,” Sam said as he turned his attention back to the scenery rolling by outside of the car window. You sighed at your little brother and fixed yourself in your seat, making brief eye contact with your older brother, a look you knew the meaning to all too well, as it had been drilled into your head since before you can remember.

Look out for Sammy.

All eyes followed your brother’s sleek impala as it pulled into the school parking lot, everyone’s normal morning activates came to a halt as they traded them in to watch you two of you get out the car, which had previously been blaring ACDC. Dean, as always, was the first to get out. He slammed the door shut, and suddenly, every pair of female eyes had turned to him, small smirks growing on some of their faces.

Dean sent a flirtatious wink to a group of four girls giving him the once over, who all busted out into girly giggles at the action. You rolled your eyes lightly but still chuckled at your brother’s behavior none the less.

You got out the car next, Sammy had already been brought to the middle school side where you three had spotted the Wheeler boy and his two friends, Sinclair and Henderson, getting off of their parked bikes. Sam had sighed dramatically at both his siblings encouragement to “go get them tiger” before you had let him out of the back seat, all three of his targets eyes swept over the impala and watched you leaning over to let your younger brother out. When you had seen them, you threw a wink at the young curly haired boy who turned red in response. When you and Dean pulled off, you could see the same kid approach Sam.

Now, you were the one slipping from the car. You rested your arms on the top of the impala, watching through your dark octagon sunglasses (also stolen from a gas station) as heads turned your way. The girls were quick to size you up and you saw more than a few of the boy’s checking you out. You resisted the urge to crinkle your nose at them. Unlike Dean, you were not flirtatious.

Not that you weren’t sexually attracted to people, you just didn’t see the point in forming a romantic attachment with someone when you knew you wouldn’t be staying around long. And you got attached a lot faster to people than you’d care to admit aloud, which is why you didn’t typically bother making friends either.

Your E/C gaze swept over the campus, mentally mapping it out and taking special precautions to note every exit you could see. Slowly, you rounded the car after shutting the door to meet Dean. The bell ran in the distance, and the two of you began to make your way to the building, where you would have to find the principal’s office to get your schedule and be ushered to your respective classes.

You let out a lengthy sigh, “How mad do you think dad would be if I skipped out of the first day?”

“I’m going to go with very.” Dean answered. “So don’t even think about it. We have orders to behave.”

You snorted, always the perfect soldier, that one.

“Whatever you say, big brother.”

The trip to the principal’s office was uneventful. You and Dean had each been given a copy of your schedule and were taken to separate classrooms, as Dean was a year older than you. You were lead to a class room with an older woman at the head, who made you say your full name and where you were from and asked if you had any specific hobbies, which you had answered, the latter of the questions being drawing and the violin.

You were then seated by a boy with long brown hair, who was staring intently at his text book, a faraway look on his face. From the photos that your father had shown you, you knew him to be Johnathan Byers, your mission. By the time the lunch bell rang, you had already planned your first move.

Your E/C eye quickly scanned the school yard, looking for the boy you had seen earlier in home room, Johnathan Byers, elder brother to Will Byers, the missing kid. From the few times you gazed had skimmed over him today, you had quickly discovered that he was a loner. He never interacted with one, never spoke out in class, or did anything to make himself stand out.

Your gaze soon washed over him, finding the boy sitting at a picnic table, characteristically by himself. He appeared to be flipping through something, you couldn’t make out what from this distance, but you soon planned on finding out. Every other table in the yard was full, friends had already clicked off and were going about their lunch, nibbling on the food their mothers had packed and catching up on the latest gossip the day had brought.

Heaving your school bag higher on your shoulder, you began making your way over to the table. Johnathan paid you no mind as you approached, most likely thinking that you were just a passerby. However, you stopped before him, the shade your shadow provided causing him to look up curiously.

“Mind if I sit? Everywhere else is full and loud.”

The boy blinked up at you a few times in shock before he slowly nodded, motioning for you to sit down. “Yea, go ahead.”

“Awesome, thanks.” You grinned.

You placed your bag down on the bench with a thunk and soon seated yourself. You began to dig through your bag, looking for the lunch Dean always packed, a ham sandwich in a plastic bag, a small bag of chips and a banana, all stuffed inside a brown paper bag.

“How come you’re not sitting with the others?” you asked casually as you slip the sandwich from your bag.

“Not much of a people person,” Johnathan responded.

You took a bite out of your sandwich, “I can respect that.”

The boy looked up at you from under his long bangs, “What about you?”

“Never stay in one place long enough to bother making friends,” you say nonchalantly, fishing around in your bag for the bottle of water Dean had also probably placed there. He was such a mother hen.

You soon found it and let out a satisfied, “Aha!” causing the boy to look up at you. You grinned sheepishly, “Sorry. I knew my brother put it in here. I just have a mess in this bag, kinda makes it hard to find things.”

Johnathan nodded, returning his attention to the thing he was flipping through before. Now that you were up close, you could see that he was flipping through a set of photos. It was then that you noticed the camera sitting beside his bag. So he’s in to photography…

“You have photography classes here?” you ask, your interest was peeked.

“Yea,” Johnathan replied, “Nothing to fancy, just the basics. And we have a dark room on campus.”

You bobbed your head up and down in recognition of his words, “I’d always wanted to learn how to develop pictures, but we don’t sit still long enough for me to learn. My dad’s a traveling detective,” you explained, hoping to peek the boy’s interest.

“A traveling deceive?”

“I don’t think that’s the actual term for it, but that’s what he does. He’s a member of the FBI that specializes in strange cases.”

Johnathan’s eyes flickered over you for a moment before he glued them back to the table. “What weird case is he working on here?”

Got him.

“There’s been a string of missing persons throughout the area. In this town Will Byers, but here’s been a bunch more in the surrounding towns. People just vanishing into thin air. No bodies, no signs of where they went.”

You took another bite of your sandwich.

“Dads says there’s gotta be a reason bodies aren’t turning up, whatever’s going on, whoever is behind this, he’s keeping them alive for a reason. At least that’s his figuring,” you explained further, opening your bag of chips.

You popped a Cheeto in your mouth and watched Johnathan’s brain reel from across the table as he soaked in the bits of information you had fed him. His fingers had long since stopped flipping through his collections of photos to simply rested upon them, unmoving.

“What do you think happened to them?” Johnathan ask quietly, his eyes glued to the grainy wood of the outdoor table.

“I think that my dad is the best at what he does, and I think he’s going to bring these people home to their families.” You met Johnathan’s gaze as he lifted his head and gave him a reassuring smile.

“Will is my little brother,” the boy admitted quietly.

“Well,” you paused, remembering he hadn’t actually introduced himself to you yet, “I’m sorry I’ve been chatting with you but I forgot to ask your name?”

“Johnathan Byers,” he introduced.

You smiled once more, “Well, Johnathan, my dad’s going to bring your little brother home.”

[im-just-a-mississippi-girl]

If He Was Yours, You’d Do The Same

Pairing: Cash Wheeler x female!reader

Category: Fluff

Word count: 1,648

Summary: During a conversation with your best friend, Anna Jay, you can’t help but ramble about your boyfriend, Cash Wheeler. Meanwhile, Cash has a similar conversation with his best friend and tag team partner, Dax Harwood.

Warnings: Female reader, uses she/her pronouns when referring to reader, minimal swearing

Tagging: @wheeler-omega-kingston Hope you enjoy it! I changed and added so much, I hope it turned out well.

A/N: This was inspired by the song Bragger by Kelsea Ballerini. I listen to this song quite often, and it’s been stuck in my head for the past week. So, I ended up playing around with some ideas using some lyrics from this song, and this was created. Here’s the inspiration if you wanna give it a listen!

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You were currently sitting backstage with your best friend, Anna Jay chatting away, catching up on what happened since you saw each other last week. Anna was telling all about how she finally decided to give a show that everyone’s been gushing over a chance; turns out she hated it. As she continued to fill you in on her dilemma of not knowing which nail polish color she wanted to get when the two of you went for your monthly manicure and pedicure, you attention was directed towards the door upon hearing that all too familiar laugh, Cash Wheeler.

You had been dating Cash for the past year and a half, and it’s the best relationship you’ve ever been in; you couldn’t be happier. Cash was everything you had ever dreamed of and then some. He’s got the look, he’s got the touch, he’s got the arms that make me clutch…. he deserves the spotlight…. and he knows how to treat my body and heart right.

You didn’t realize Anna had asked you a question and when you didn’t answer she tried calling your name to grab your attention, but she had no luck. Out of ideas, Anna stood up from her chair and moved to stand in front of you, blocking your view to you the most handsome man you’ve ever seen. When your eyes met hers, she had this look on her face letting you know what you very quickly realized; you completely forgot about the conversation the two of you were having, ultimately ignoring her.

“I’m so sorry Anna. I didn’t realize—” You began to apologize; your head hung in guilt, but she cut you off. “Relax. I’m not mad. Honestly, I knew you weren’t listening when you heard his laugh, and truthfully, I suppose it’s what I get for doing it to you when Jack enters the room.” She admits, letting out a chuckle, causing you to do the same.

You resumed your conversation with Anna and, as the topics came and went, Cash couldn’t help himself from stealing glances at you, seeing you so absorbed in your conversation with Anna and hearing your laugh was not only music to his ears; it made his heart flutter. He hadn’t felt like this in years. You made him feel appreciated, cared for, and loved; loved like he’s never felt before.

“Come on, man.” Dax snapped his fingers in front of his best friend’s face. “You can drool over her when you get back to the hotel. We got to got over our plan for our match tonight. I ain’t loosing to the Ass Boys and neither are you.” Dax half joked, nudging his tag team partner with his elbow before tugging him along to the locker room. Cash knew Dax was right. FTR doesn’t loose easy, and they damn sure ain’t loosing to the Ass Boys anytime soon. Titles on the line or not; it was never gonna happen. Cash nodded and let Dax lead him away from you, down the hall and around the corner.

The topic of your conversation with Anna turned into the two of you sharing stories about your respective boyfriends. You leaned forward giving her your undivided attention as she told you all about how Jack is super thoughtful when it comes to important dates; she mentioned how he always makes her birthdays feel so special and that those were her favorites. You smiled as she gushed about Jack. When she finally finished all she was saying, she quickly realized just how long she had been rambling about Jack. “I didn’t mean to get carried away like that.” She apologized with wide eyes.

“Don’t worry about it. It’s only fair that you listen to me gush about Cash now.” You joked, sticking your tongue out at her as she agreed, laughing as she did so. Once the laughter died down, Anna leaned forward like you had done when she began talking, letting you know you’ve got her full attention. “I don’t wanna be a bragger, but my man’s a heart attacker.” You paused to gage Anna’s reaction, and when you see her grinning and motioning for you to continue, you oblige. “I know everyone gets sick of me showing them pictures of Cash and talking about him whenever I can, but I can’t help that I flaunt him all the time. I know a lot of people would agree—do agree, according to the internet, that he’s hotter than a Saturday night. You know what I’m talking about because you do the same with Jack. Honestly, if he were a wine, he’d be the shelf at the top, and if he were a house, he’d be the end of the block. I get none of that probably makes sense to you but, to me, it does.” You didn’t realize you had been staring off in space at some point during all that but, whenever your eyes meet Anna’s, she’s nodding along all giddy that it sounded like you finally found your prince—no your king because that’s exactly how you treated him, and he treated you like you’re his queen; Cash would be quick to tell you that, to him, you are one.

“It makes total sense! That’s exactly how I feel about Jack too!” Anna exclaimed, happy that finally she knows how to put her feelings into words about her boyfriend. You were beyond relieved that she understood what you were trying to explain the best you knew how. You were happy you had Anna because if anyone understands how you feel and what you’re going through; it’s her, and you love her for it.

“I know there’s always those negative and nasty comments online about Cash and me, but none of that matters. Wanna know why?” You watched her eyebrows furrow and her head tilt. “‘Cause all that really matters is he’s mine.” You finish, proud to know for a fact that he wants you and only you.

Back in the locker room, Cash just couldn’t focus. Dax tried everything to keep his best friend’s attention on their game plan, but, of course, he failed much like Anna did at keeping your attention previously. Dax knew there was no point in continuing their little meeting. “Alright, talk to me. I know you’re thinking about her so spill.” Dax more or less commanded, reaching over and making Cash look at him.

“Hmm?” Cash slightly jumped, bringing himself back to reality. “Sorry. I don’t mean to be ignoring out meeting, but today is one of those days where she’s all I can think about.” Cash responded. “Are you sure you really want me to talk about her? You know how I can get.” He joked, laughing and remembering all the times Dax has teased him for being “hopelessly in love”. He heard Dax joining in with the laughter, most likely remembering the same things.

“Yeah, I’m sure. I tease you about it because it’s been too long since I’ve seen you this genuinely happy, and honestly, I’m beyond happy for you. She’s good for you.” Dax commented, truly happy his tag partner, best friend, and brother finally found you. Dax saw how the two of you looked at each other, how you two treated each other, and how in love you both were. It was reminiscent of him and his wife—true love, if he had to label it.

Cash nodded, “Just remember, you wanted to know.” He chuckled before beginning to collect his thoughts. “The way she makes me feel is like I can do anything, you know? I love how she’s always looking out for me, how she genuinely cares about what I’m feeling, how she listens—she’s my rock. I don’t know how I made it this long or this fat without her. Everything I do for her, she does for me, and I believe that’s something special.” Cash looks at the man he considers a brother when he’s done talking, only to find Dax with the biggest smile on his face.

“Yeah. You’re in love and, if you ask me, you just found your future wife.” Dax beams. Obviously, he’s known Cash for years, but in the few short years he’s known you, Dax and you have become close friends therefore, he knows all too well how you feel about Your boyfriend. You’ve gushed to Dax on a few occasions about Cash when Cash wasn’t in the room along with text messages and phone calls. “Let’s go.” Dax stood and began heading for the door to exit the locker room.

“Where are we going? What about our meeting for our match?” Cash looks at Dax, confused and curious on what was running through his friend’s mind.

“Figured you’d wanna be with your woman before we get pulled into different directions. As for the meeting, we didn’t necessarily need it… at least not this second. So, you coming or am I gonna be hanging out with my future sister-in-law and Anna alone?” Dax questioned, opening the door and heading back around the corner and down the hallway where the pair last saw you.

Cash didn’t have to be told twice. He was out of his chair and almost caught up to Dax before Dax could round the corner. Cash’s face lit up when he saw you again, still sitting with Anna and chatting away. “I don’t wanna be a bragger, but my girl’s a heart attacker. She’s hotter than a Saturday night.” Cash avowed, joining you, Anna, and Dax at the table; you blushed at his words while Anna stifled a laugh, partly for your reaction and partly because you stated the same thing earlier in the evening.

You and Cash found yourselves wrapped up in your own little world while Anna and Dax shared a knowing look; you and Cash were meant to be.

[domesticblisss]

4 in the Morning | Don’t Speak PT.03

Timothy Thatcher x Female Reader (Mentioned Female Reader x Cash Wheeler) Rating: NC-17 Word Count: 778 Warnings: Tiny tiny bit of angst, fluff, mentions of smut. Inspired by Gwen Stefani’s “4 in the morning” Pt.01 | Pt.02

Toss and turn. It is 4 a.m and her night got summed up in a game of toss and turn. The events of past 24 hours kept replaying on her mind and how she should be getting up in a couple of hours to go and get ready for her wedding day. She gives up and picks up her phone, opening WhatsApp and scrolling back to their conversation. 

Toss and turn. It is 4 a.m and his night got summed up in a game of toss and turn. Oney had showed him the beautiful kraft paper card, the cream pearly wax seal holding a single Baby��s Breath branch on the envelope’s opening. Her wedding is about to happen in a few hours and there’s nothing else he could do anymore except wish her happiness. 

Reviving his old, lost instagram account, he looks for her profile, scrolling endlessly and marvels at her beauty, thinking about what a stunning bride she would be and how he envies Cash for being the one to do it. He notices how far back he went and sees that she hadn’t deleted the pictures of them together. His phone buzzes as a WhatsApp notification appears with her name on it. All he can think about is did he accidentally like one of her pictures. He doesn’t waste any more time and finally opens it, a thirty second audio staring back at him. 

“Hi, Tim. You are probably asleep by now... I– I don’t even know why I’m sending this, but I just... fuck I miss you. I really liked seeing you that day at Oney’s. I don’t know where I’m going with this... I should probably delete it. I’m sorry. I hope you’re happy. Bye.”

He replays it a couple times, the tone of her voice worrying him. He looks up to her contact name and sees that she is online and on impulse, he calls her. 

It rings twice before she picks up. 

“Hey dove, what’s up? Is everything ok?”

“Hi, Tim. Everything is fine.” her voice is small, hoarse, like she had been crying. 

He sighs. “I know you, I know that voice. Did anything happen with the wedding?”

“The wedding...” she laughs. 

“Dove, c’mon, talk to me. What happened?”

“I called it off, Tim. I called it off yesterday. Cancelled the whole thing.”

“Did Cash do anything?”

“No. Cash is the nicest person ever, he was actually pretty understanding.”

“So what was i–“

“He’s not you, Tim!” she interrupted. “I can’t see myself doing this with anyone but you. I thought I could go through with it but then I saw you that day at Oney’s and I just... Fuck I miss you so much, I need you, I–“

“Where are you?”

“My old place, why?”

“I’ll be there in 20.”

The longest 20 minutes of their lives. She kept pacing around, almost carving a hole on the path between her living and her door. All traffic lights between his and hers apartments were red, making him stop more than necessary.

She sprinted as she heard his characteristic knock on the door, opening it as fast as she could and being met with the sweetest, most beautiful pair of brown eyes. 

“Hi.”

“Hi.”

The two-letter word was the only one exchanged between them, silently agreeing on not wasting anymore time, both simultaneously going in for the kiss. Tim gently lifted her up, her legs attaching themselves on his waist and her hands going straight to his hair, pulling him even closer. 

The kiss tasted bittersweet, washing away the longing that grew intensely each day they spent away from the other. 

He sat down on the couch with her on his lap, his hands roaming freely around her body as he broke the kiss. 

Foreheads touching, giggles coming from both parts, two soulmates finding each other once again. 

“I’m sorry I was such a prick to you, dove.” Tim spoke first, gently caressing the head she laid on his shoulder. 

“It’s fine, love. I’ve forgiven you ages ago.”

“No, c’mon, look at me.” he waited for her to get up and look at him. “I was a complete asshole for how I acted, and I am deeply sorry for it. I could go on saying how it was new to me and that I was scared, which is the truth, but it still isn’t an excuse. I regret all the pain I caused you, and I love you more than anything.”

“I love you too, more than anything.”

They stayed on each other’s arms for hours, feeling the other’s presences, catching up, kissing, making love. 

It is dawn, Tim is lying face down on her fluffy carpet while she peppers kisses down his naked back, when a thought ran through his head. 

“Did you cancel everything?”

“What do you mean?” she asks confused. 

“Did you cancel everything from the wedding? Catering, venue, whatever you guys had going on.”

She sat up, staring at him unsure of what he had in mind. “Well, everything is cancelled except the catering and some of the decoration. Why?”

He was the one to sit up this time, and asked her “Do you wanna get married?”

“What? Tim, are you serious?”

“Of course! We set up everything on the backyard, call up our five friends and our parents. Drew can officiate it, Oney can pretend he knows how to sing. What do you say?”

“Yes!”

→

[dirtywrestling]

Hi! Anyway you can do a Cash Wheeler x Female!Reader? Maybe the reader is the Manager for FTR (and Cash’s girlfriend) and they have a real funny yet cute moment after last weeks segment after he bounced the water bottle off of Blade’s head?

Bam! Enjoy!!

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[dirtywrestling]

Could you possibly do a Cash Wheeler x Female!Reader x Dax Harwood imagine where the reader is the third member of FTR and also their real life girlfriend and celebrate after their AEW Debut?

Enjoy! 

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