#jeff hardy smut

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Worthy of Her

(not my gif!)

18+, Jeff Hardy x Fem!Reader one shot

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Word count: ~3.2k

Tags: flirting, oral sex (female receiving), condomless sex, cheating (reader is cheating on her boyfriend w/ Jeff), slight angst, reader’s boyfriend is an asshole lmao

Summary: 

Jeff Hardy finally makes his move on you after seeing how badly your boyfriend treats you.

"No, I'm through with this back and forth shit you keep putting me through! I'd rather you leave instead of cheating on me all the damn time."

Your flip phone felt hot against your ear. Or maybe it was your ear that felt hot against your phone? Your mind buzzed with irrelevant thoughts. Anything popped into your mind to keep you distracted from your boyfriend jabbering away on the other end. He was being mean again and starting to yell. His voice sounded tinny over the little speaker and made you have to pull the phone away from your ear.

"Call me back when you wanna act like an adult!" You slammed your phone shut and clomped away from the dark corner you hid yourself in for the call. Your boyfriend was a referee when he bothered showing up for work. It was incredibly embarrassing to have him no-show. Your ambition bothered him enough to make him put his own job at risk for you to look bad. Tonight he didn't show again and Vince McMahon decided to blame you. He screamed in your face for a few minutes before leaving you with hot tears flooding your eyes.

You hated crying in public.

Deep down within you, you knew it wasn't a sign of weakness to cry in front of others. If anything, it could be strong. Letting your feelings go when they couldn't be held in any longer, damn the consequences or reactions was a very powerful act… for everyone else. For yourself? It made you a crybaby. A weakling. A little kid. Those thoughts playing on a loop in your head certainly didn't help your emotional state.

Unrolling the thin toilet paper from the arena's bathroom stall, you delicately patted your tears away from your face. The last thing you wanted to do at that moment was look at yourself in the mirror, but you knew your heavy eye makeup would be smudged. Luckily you'd already done your job as valet for the night so the fans didn't have to see you with raccoon eyes and a streaky foundation face. It was almost worse to have the other wrestlers see you like this instead. At least with the fans you could pretend.

The deep breath that filled your lungs and poofed out of your body with relief grounded you much more than you expected. No more tears. You had to push your personal life to the side for the time being. You faced the sink's mirror and carefully tried to salvage what was left of your makeup. It was a hatchet job you had to admit but nothing a little eyeliner and powder couldn't fix. The thin heels of your strappy sandals click-clacked on the tile floor, each sound filling you with confidence. Both hands pushed the bathroom door open with more pizzazz than necessary. Fuck it! Fake it 'til you make it.

"Quite an exit, darlin'. Or an entrance, maybe?"

Your hand shot up to your chest as you gasped.

"Jesus, Jeff! You scared the shit out of me."

Jeff Hardy was standing by the door of the bathrooms looking very relaxed. He'd been trying his best to not to hover around you since you'd debuted earlier in the year. It was getting harder and harder to stay away though. The one thing that always drove him crazy about you was the smell of your perfume. It was some kind of fancy, expensive scent that seemed like it was created just for you. It wafted in the air whenever you walked by. With you standing so close to him now, chest heaving and eye makeup a mess, the scent was even stronger.

"Sorry, my bad." He chuckled as you began to calm down. You figured if anyone had to see you in this state at least it was Jeff. The past few months you two had flirted with each other casually. A quick wave here and there or a playfully amorous compliment were shared between you two. It never went any further because of your relationship with your boyfriend. Jeff had met him and didn't have too high of an opinion of the man. He ran around acting like a big shot all the time. He tried to make himself the star of the matches. Sometimes Jeff wondered why he hadn't been fired yet. After hearing the tail end of your heated phone call with him it all made sense. You wouldn't let him get fired. No matter how much of a jerk this guy was, you cared about him and didn't want to be the reason he got let go.

Your glossy lips fixed themselves into a pout for a split second. They settled into a slight frown as the sudden burst of energy you had went pop . You didn't have to be "on" with Jeff. As the weeks passed you came to appreciate that about him. His light eyes searched your face and watched the little changes in your expression. You seemed to want to speak up.

"I must look crazy, huh?" You laughed at yourself in a self-defeating kind of way.

"Even if you did, I wouldn't tell you." Jeff moved closer to you. There was a great comfort in that closeness you two shared. It was nice to revel in it after such an upsetting conversation. "What's goin' on?"

"It's just my boyfriend. He's so stupid sometimes! He's got a great job here. A lot of people would kill to do what he does, you know? And what does he do instead of showing up like he's supposed to? He--" You didn't want to admit the last part aloud. He cheats on me. It made you feel like a failure even though it wasn't your fault. You shook your head, not able to complete the sentence. It hung in the air awkwardly.

"I hope you don't mind me sayin' this… but that man of yours is an asshole." Jeff's strong southern accent was always so endearing to you. You felt a little guilty getting turned on by it as often as you did. It was hard not to though, the sweet and occasionally sexually-charged words surrounded in his voice worming into your brain.

Your laugh twinkled around you and your eyes lit up at Jeff, happy to have been distracted by his presence. Without thinking you leaned into him to kiss his cheek, strands of his purple hair brushing by you. Tingles spread through your entire body at the contact. Jeff got overwhelmed at your gloss smudging against his cheek, the scent of your perfume wrapping around him, and your chest rubbing just the slightest against his. It took a lot of restraint to not pull you away into the nearest empty room and put his face between your thighs. Your boyfriend was now not just a nuisance but also an obstacle.

The kiss, as chaste as it was, turned your mood completely around. You broke away from Jeff and gasped.

"What do I have to do to get you to leave him?"

"Jeff--"

"I'm serious. I'll do anything."

"That's sweet of you. Really, it is. There's nothing you can do though."

"Nothin' at all?" Jeff's fingers began to play with the bottom edge of your shirt, the pads gently touching your skin. He reached under the fabric to caress your lower back. The fabric of his mesh shirt scratched a bit at you. His lips played against your neck, light kisses making your head swirl. His body was so warm, so warm that you thought you'd pass out right there.

You knew you needed to speak up and stop this. It wasn't right! You know how you felt when you caught your boyfriend in bed with other women. The way your heart dropped out of your chest every time made you feel guilty about the way Jeff touched you now. But did your boyfriend ever stop to consider your feelings? Did he ever stand up for you? Everything you did for him and he never even said thank you. A soft moan shook you from your thoughts.

"What the fuck is this?"

Your boyfriend seemed to appear from the ether. He stumbled in with his referee uniform wrinkled and a wild look in his eyes. Jeff pulled away from your neck with an excruciating amount of patience. Just as soon as he had you where he wanted you this guy showed up. You got wet at the look of anger on his face. Nervous too, hoping and praying this wouldn't turn into a brawl.

"What does it look like?"

"Jeff!" You breathed, surprised.

"I've been so sick of you, dude. You've been trying to fuck her for a while now and you finally caught her."

"Don't you have somethin' better to do like skipping out on work and fucking ring rats?"

Oh God, you thought. Alarm bells sounded off in your head. As nice as it was to be defended like this you didn't want to cause trouble.

Your boyfriend's wild gaze moved to you. His sweaty face moved into yours with shifty eyes assessing you deeply. With the way he was breathing you thought he was on the verge of a heart attack.

"Now you're telling all of our business. To him." His rough grip on your arm shocked you.

Just as soon as you began to worry about how close he was, his grip was released from you abruptly. A loud slam against the wall knocked the wind out of the sweaty man. Your eyes widened at the sight of him slumped against the floor. Jeff rammed him into the wall faster than you could blink.

"Don't you ever grab her like that again." Jeff growled into your boyfriend's face. He roughly pushed the man over onto his side.

You were at a loss for words. Your eyelids blinked continuously, tears once again welling up in you. This time though it wasn't from anger or sadness. Jeff's physical display of defense for you made you happier than you imagined. Your boyfriend looked pathetic lying on the floor. It finally began to click that he was a weak excuse of a man. Jeff had been around to support you like your boyfriend should have been doing this whole time. Jeff was more caring than your boyfriend had ever been and the two of you barely knew each other. Jeff's face contorted at the sight of your tears. He knew he shouldn't have handled your boyfriend like that.

"Honey, I'm sorry for that. I hope you're not too upset with me. I can call the doctor around for him." Jeff waved away the man on the floor.

"Upset?" Your bewilderment at yourself was rising. How could you be upset? "Jeff… I'm in awe. You did that for me."

"You deserve it. He doesn't know what a prize he's got." No longer angry, Jeff stared at you with an undeniable amount of lust in his eyes.

"Stay with me tonight." You returned his look. "I need you to stay with me tonight."

Jeff nodded his head. A production assistant broke the moment up by tapping him on the shoulder, not sparing more than a second at the slumped man on the floor.

"You're on in five, Jeff."

He let himself get pulled away from you, turning his head behind him to catch another long look at you.

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The ride up in the hotel elevator was dead silent. The sexual charge between you and Jeff was palpable. The two of you stood side by side with each other, fingers almost touching more than once. Your emotions came and went in waves. Bouncing between guilt, anger, happiness, being horny, embarrassment was getting to be a little much. Jeff on the other hand had one thing on his mind. His eyes roamed along your body as you fidgeted around. The ding of the elevator made you rush forward and leave him behind. You so anxiously wanted to unlock your room door and let him have his way with you.

You frantically unlocked the door. Jeff's erection pressed into your backside impatiently. Your brain whited out at the feeling of it. It had been a long time since a man had displayed such powerful feelings towards you that you had forgotten what it was like. To be wanted so strongly could be scary.

The door clicked open. The both of you almost fell on the floor with the way you rushed in. Frantic hands roamed all over your body. For Jeff, feeling every inch of you was his dream come true. You pushed him off of you with little force.

"Close your eyes."

Jeff didn't hesitate, lids shutting closed in an instant. Him listening to you so easily turned you on even further. There were no big arguments with him. You stripped out of what little clothing you wore. The thin fabric of your shirt hit the floor first and was followed up by your tight shorts and lace bra. You left on your lacy underwear as a surprise for him.

"Open 'em."

Jeff's eyes shot open and stayed wide at the sight of you. You were gorgeous. He knew this already of course, but seeing you in all of your glory in front of him reaffirmed it. He approached you slowly. There was a deliberate attempt at trying to restrain himself. You appreciated that. A part of you wanted to scream at him that it was okay, it was okay if he just ripped your panties off and took you right there. Instead though you took advantage of having a man be so patient with you.

Jeff's arms wrapped around your waist. He pushed you down onto the bed gently to lay his head against your stomach. For a second he rested there to take you all in. The motions of your breathing both calmed him down and made him harder. His face being so close against you again was out of this world. He hadn't even done anything to you yet and you were on the verge of coming.

Your fingers tangled into his brightly dyed hair. The way he styled himself was so cool to you. The first time you ever spoke to him was to compliment his facial hair, some intricately patterned affair that was different whenever you saw him. He played it cool at your words. After you had disappeared from him though, he wore his brother down singing your praises. You'd finally talked to him and the first thing you'd said was a compliment. From that moment on he decided that he'd get you one day.

While you had gotten lost in your mind Jeff had pulled your panties down from you. You were open to him now. Your legs spread apart easily at his touch and your heart pumped a million miles a minute the closer his face moved into you. Those light eyes looked up at you the entire time his tongue began to move around you. Just with the simple movements of his tongue slowly licking up your outer lips you moaned more loudly than you had in years. Man, were you deprived. Humming noises escaped your mouth as he kissed your inner thighs before moving to your clit. Your fingers clenched more tightly than you expected at the roots of his hair as his tongue swirled anxiously around you. Your eyes shot around your head looking for a spot to rest your vision on the ceiling above you. They finally tired themselves out and your lids shut.

A deep pressure began to build below your stomach. It had been a long time since you'd felt it. Being fully engulfed between you, the scent and wetness of you taking over every sense of him made Jeff dig his nails into your hips and push your body further into his face. Your own fingers clenched the covers beneath you. Jeff's hand released itself from your hips and grabbed at one of your hands. The two of you interlocked fingers as he took you through one of the most intense orgasms you'd ever felt. Stars danced at the edge of your vision. Your voice called his name out over and over.

"Oh my God," You couldn't stop repeating yourself. Those three words just couldn't help but to keep falling out of you. Jeff pushed his pants off and threw his shirt on the floor. He was so handsome in the throes of lust. You breathed deeply at the feeling of him pressing his body weight against you. You returned his earlier favor of his lips against your neck by pressing yours against his. There was an all encompassing hunger that took you over now and it made you want to mark him up. You wanted everyone to know that you were with him. He could sense this feeling from you and let you leave a deep hickey on his neck. You nipped a bit at him when he entered you with a slow thrust. As badly as he wanted to push into you with his full length, he paced himself. The two of you had the whole night.

"Oh darlin'," He whispered in your ear. "I've been waitin' for you."

You were filled to the hilt. Something primal was gathering up in you. You wanted to scream at feeling this good. It wasn't fair that this is what you had been missing out on. You kept your eyes shut for fear of overstimulation. The feeling of your walls being massaged so perfectly was incredible. You whimpered with every thrust and the slow pace of him. You knew his eyes were staring a hole through your head but you just couldn't bring yourself to open them.

"Open your eyes for me. Please," His words came out so sweet that you instantly focused on him. It was hard to deny him. There were no regrets at opening them up. He began to move at a quicker pace from seeing you locked on to him. Your eyes shut again for a moment at the sensation. Jeff was bringing you to your peak again.

His own orgasm was approaching him too. The feel of your body against his, the way you responded to him, the inevitably dark hickey you left on him were getting him close. You were finally his and he was finally yours. The noises the two of you made were obscene. Your arms wrapped around his back and pressed him as close to you. Being pressed so deeply into the bed felt like floating on cloud nine.

As soon as it became too much to bear, you snapped. A crashing wave of pleasure overtook you. Your breathing was labored as every muscle in your body tightened and released. The stars from earlier now fully prickled your vision. The only thing you saw above you were Jeff's own eyes among the stars. Jeff's released inside of you as soon as you came, his chest heaving against you. Something inside you was elated that he didn't pull out. He let himself cover your insides fully.

Together you began to breathe in sync. Jeff collapsed on top of you and then rolled over onto his back to stare up at the ceiling. You were heaven on earth for him. Your hand rested on his chest to feel his heartbeat. It was beginning to slow down. His eyelids were droopy.

"I can--" Jeff yawned. "Stay here? Tonight?"

"Yes," you whispered. "Stay with me."

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jeff was a man of few words so it didn’t surprise you when a light slap was delivered to your inner thigh.

“stay still.” his command is muffled tongue caressing your pink folds as his lips settle on sucking your clit. you cry into the palm of your hand puffy lips drooling and pussy clenched around nothing.

if this was what you would get everytime he lost a match then truthfully you hoped he never won again. as much as you couldn’t take this you held on just for him.

a third orgasm looming as a familiar knot formed in your stomach. tattooed hands holding your plush thighs open, a trail of spit from your cunt soaking his beard as lewd noises fell from your plump lips.

“one more princess just for me.” his hazel eyes connect with yours two slender digits painted black sliding inside of you. he loves to finger you with rings on. buried to the halt as the cold metal stops just at your clit.

“yo-u said that be-f-ore.” is all you can moan. he coaxes you further fingers curling upward to massage your gummy walls. a white liquid coating his fingers as your pussy grips him embarrassingly.

“jeff!” you squeal cutely. he perks up at your voice the melody driving him crazy as he appreciates the way you take him so well. whether fingers, his mouth or dick you’re so obedient for him. only him.

his pretty little thing spread open. caramel skin littered in his kisses and love bites a messy bun atop your head as your features contort in pleasure.

he’s eating you again fingers moving at a speed that has you all fuzzy inside, and you think he could do this for hours infact you know he can do this for hours.

face buried into your wetness noisily slurping every so often as he mumbles incoherently. “dirty little girl, gonna cum in my mouth.” the phrase has you raking your nails through his blonde locks a streak of cobalt falling into his eyes as your hips grind carelessly against him.

“s-stop pleas-eeeee gonna c-“ jeff watched attentively knowing those movements only meant one thing. in no time a wanton sob erupted from you. cumming into his mouth as you squirted all over his fingers jeff drunkenly swallowing all you have to offer.

his hands swirl on your clit splashing your wetness with a devious smirk an obnoxious laugh knowing that he still wasn’t done with you.

“one more baby.” he pouts before licking a long stripe against your pussy the taste inviting as you squirm in defeat.

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CHAPTER I (PT. 2) DAMIAN PRIEST X OC

“ Your favorite! Don't drink too much before your interview baby doll. I'll be at the house if you need me.”

- Daddy

The note brought a smile to my face as I popped the lid on the coffee canister, taking in the strong scent of coffee grounds as I began prepping the pot. Though I was a thirty-four-year-old woman, I still found immense comfort in knowing at least one of my dads gave a damn enough about how stressful today may be for me to stay planted at their home that was just down the hill. Knowing if this interview became too much, too hurtful, that I could go running into his arms felt like a security blanket. I examined the kitchen for the next five minutes while my coffee brewed, the pantry was stocked with food I’d eat, there were drinks and snacks in the refrigerator, and I knew that this had to of been the work of my fathers. Knowing them, they likely assumed I’d be too nervous and too dread-filled to go grocery shop for a house that sits empty until I pay a visit, and they were right, groceries hadn’t even crossed my mind. I considered making myself a meal, it was eight fifteen and I had plenty of time to eat before this interview happened, yet the thought of putting food in my system made me feel sick, so I chose to skip the meal and enjoy my hot black coffee all on its own. I opened the cabinet next to the fridge and pulled out a coffee mug, one of my grandfather's favorites. It was a large mug that had been in this house since before I existed. It had a weird yellow hue to it now, my guess from the years of daily use, and on the front had an old logo that had started to fade away. It was for an old diner that used to exist in town but had been shut down for years. According to my grandfather, it was where he and my grandmother went to breakfast after church every Sunday. He always said using this mug made him feel connected to her again, and now I’m using it to feel connected to him. I poured my coffee and decided to enjoy out on the front porch in one of the old rockers. As soon as I opened the front door, I was hit with the crisp fall morning air, something I missed being in Florida permanently now. I made my way to the closest rocker and curled up in the seat, taking in the view from my grandfather’s porch. The compound of more acres than I cared to know of land that my grandparents had bought in the early days of their marriage. Their house, a single-story, old-timey ranch home, sat on top of a rather large hill, and now, it overlooked two massive homes flanking either side in the close distance. My fathers lived in these homes with their respective families and children. I looked at both houses, trying to see if I could discern any activity in the homes yet but to no surprise, I couldn’t quite tell from this angle. I sipped my coffee and took in the morning as much as I could, knowing in less than an hour, I’d be in the most uncomfortable position I’ve ever experienced in my life. My phone buzzed in my back pocket, jolting me out of my doomsday thoughts. I immediately pulled it from my pocket and smiled at the incoming call as I swiped to answer it. “Mija,” the deep voice said happily, and suddenly, I was back on earth without a care in the world.

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Jeff Hardy W/ Breeding Kink

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An: First time Im writing for Jeff in a while

Jeff already knows he wants kids, and he told you that relatively early on

So It’s not much of a surprise that he gets off to the idea of you being pregnant

He would have your hips propped up by a pillow while cumming in you as many times as he could handle

“Such a good girl, taking everything I give you. Can’t wait to see you swell up with my kid’

If You eventually get pregnant He would be All over you constantly

His hands constantly rubbing your stomach and groping your breasts

“Should keep You like This all the time. So beautiful When You’re filled with my kid, complaining mine when you’re like this.”

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Attitude Era Wrestlers X Black 90's Male Celebrities

In life, there were people who never lacked money, who had plenty, but for other people, that money was scarce, and they needed to earn further. For example, there were certain problems with this business of fighters. The business looked like it went very well, with several fans watching the Wrestlemania season of the year 1999.

Therefore, there were several good incomes for this event that went really well. The truth is that they all liked this because it was their passion, what they really liked to do, besides that they were very good at what they were doing. However, in the world, there were always some problems. On this occasion, The WWF start having economic problems. This made it a serious problem that keep everyone in the business worrying. Fortunately, there were people with a lot of money who happily would donate money to support the WWF, who really needed that money.

The difficulty of the deal was that most of these donors wanted to receive a certain service. They weren't that interested in the wrestling, but in those wrestlers that were too sexy, and they wanted to fuck those tight muscle cunts. Now, it was clear that a lot of the fighters didn't want to do that kind of thing, but… they also needed the money to continue doing this thing they so much wanted to do. Because of this, some decided to accept this proposal. These donors were well-known celebrities, all of whom were black-skinned.

All these black men had too much money, and people with a lot of money tend to use it to…have the best sexual experiences. For this to happen, these male celebrities agreed to support the WWF, which had financial problems. They promised to donate large amounts of money to them in exchange for sexual experiences with the male wrestlers. With this deal accepted, several things were arranged.

Nobody would know of this whole business, with no one revealing what these famous men did with these wrestlers. Got a secret place for all this to be carried out, and the wrestlers got ready to get fucked by these black celebrities. They prepared very well because if the stereotype was correct with these black men, they would have big dicks that would fill the wrestlers' holes all the way inside. at least it wouldn't be more difficult for these wrestlers with good bodies, who would be fucked in a secret place where no one would know what happened. However, things got a little further complicated, because the donors had one special condition for this business. They did not want simple sex with these fighters. It was true that those muscular men were too sensual. With those really desirable bodies that were already so hot, This would complete a good experience.

But no, several of the black men decided to make it a condition to fuck them while they were wearing lycra suits. Those of the WWF thought that they referred to seeing the wrestlers in the clothes they wore when they were wrestling in the fighting ring, all while they fucked, and they were right…in the last part.

It turns out that these celebrities had the special kink of seeing these strong men dressed in lycra suits that represent distinct Superheros. Each of the male wrestlers would have to wear a different lycra suit of superheroes or characters from superhero comics. This isn't actually like it does the job worse, so, not giving so much interest or being so concerned about it. all those men, showing their courage, their strength, and their desire to continue in this business that they loved so much, made their latest preparations and went to this secret place. It was a private building that belonged to the WWF, being further well a type of warehouse, one that they arranged for this “business”.

In the center, with several lights illuminating, there was a big bed where they would do the orgy. In any case, each of these 90s wrestlers were going to be giving their special services to a certain celebrity, but these men wanted to do it in one room altogether. This could add a certain sexual arousal to the situation. And now the poor fighters would not only have to have sex with these wicked men, but now they also had to fuck in front of their partners, as well as watch the others get fucked while cosplaying as superheroes. But then, when the time came, there were the black celebrities, walking into the room dressed in expensive suits, only to start stripping down to their underwear. They settled on the large soft surface in the center, sitting and waiting for their precious sex toys for that night. In a few moments, the "Superheros" would give to these men the best pleasure in life... or at least would try, because they are not experts in being bottoms for other men.

There were the black male celebrities. LL Cool J, Taye, Method Man, Ginuwine, Tyson, Morris, and Shemar. They were the 7 famous black men who had given large sums of money to obtain this wonderful sexual feast.

Could enjoy the irresistible bodies of these men. Nothing better than having some sex with some men with muscular asses, maybe some with faces that looked too pretty to be in those fights. "But look what beauties we have here” That's what Method man said when he saw the wrestlers arrive at the place, wearing those tight lycra bodysuits. Each of those 7 wrestlers were so fucking hot like this. Christian wore a lycra suit that represented Venom, and he definitely looked good in black. Shawn was wearing a tight spandex Aquaman suit, and with that long hair, he had, he looked even better. Steve was Batman, in a tight black lycra suit that seemed to be perfect for him and his luscious body.

Jeff looked like Spiderman with that suit, and he looked even sexier, but maybe not as seductive as Andrew "Test" Martin, who definitely looked perfect wearing that suit of Thor. Although RVD looked wonderful in that lewd Booster Outfit Gold, just like Kurt did in that Captain America lycra suit, so tight and it fit him so well that it even showed a nice American ass. All seven fighters were ready to be used by those dark-skinned studs. I'm sure all those hot men in lycra will take a good pounding…of course, not the ones they were used to. Come on guys bring on those sexy asses here it's time for everyone you please Tyson commands the seven men in lycra. with a warm playful smile on her face. The fighters have no other option to obey. no, they could do nothing more than to obey their new masters. Hesitantly, the men in cosplay approached to the other black men who were sitting on that long bed.

Each of the WWF wrestlers got between the legs of one of the celebrities, with each of them being chosen by each one of the black men. Christian there was been chosen by LL Cool J, who look at him with a malicious smile, while this Chris caressed the rapper member over his underwear. “What is it bitch? Are you afraid that it is too big for you?” asks the rapper, mocking that muscular stallion, who was now nothing more than a simple sex slave who was going to get the hell fuck out of him. “It's…so damn big…it looks and…I can feel it…it's too big…maybe I will have problems getting it into my ass,” Christian admits, thus hoping that maybe the man in front of him would have some compassion. Unfortunately, that's not would change a lot. Those men were there to fuck, to satisfy their deep sexual fantasies. now that they had everything ready, they were not going to stop, because this was the beginning of their sexual debauchery.

The whole place was full of sexual sounds in just some mere seconds, whether it was fucking moans or the sound of hard and fast thrusting. Many of those wrestlers let out various grunts of pain, but if they were honest, there were also several loud moans of pure pleasure. It could be seen the lustful desire in the eyes of those muscular men who they stretch the lycra suit with their own muscles. The Muscle sluts were getting fucked for the first time in their tight, hot, delicious anal holes, but as expected, they just needed to get fucked for those huge cocks for some time, so they could start to feel that insanely good sexual ecstasy. Some big black cocks that could touch each of those good points that caused so much pleasure, so much it that could be compared with nothing else. Feeling their anal walls being opened by those tremendous juicy cocks that get in and out inside their virgin ass holes.

“Oh….oh fuck…gimme…gimme that dick…please…uh yeah baby…oh…damn” these moans came from Shawn, who was the first to break, accepting the fact that he loved that sexual pleasure. It was one that he didn't felt before, being probably better than fucking a tight pussy, because now for “Aquaman”, it was better than a long and thick black cock destroying his tight boy pussy that did not stop taking well those strong deep penetrations. “That's bitch, take this dick in your tight bitch hole…uh, too tight…like a virgin…of course, I am lucky to be the first to fuck this ass with my big thick dick” LL Cool J speaks dirty while he keep fucking Christian peachy ass, the latter being a complete mess of slutty moans. Even if Chris had begged before for the man to stop fucking so hard, he still let out some hot and cute moans that LL Cool J could hear very well, so he didn't stop fucking him so fast and hard.

No, the rapper would not stop, especially with that ass feeling just too good to stop ramming his dick in, and with the wrestler letting out some masculine but pathetic and exciting cries and moans. Internally, Christian loved how lt the black man was fucking this hole, rearranging his guts.

The famous rapper was wishing so much bust his huge load of white cum inside that fucking pink hole. If anything, the man dressed as Venom was learning to love that pain and pleasure, mostly the pleasure of having his ass fucked in such a rough but pleasurable way. Especially when that massive dark juicy cock hitting his special spot, doing it enjoyment like never before. They were in the cowboy position, but despite being in a position where the muscle slut would give more control, Christian wasn't doing anything, in this position, the dark-skinned man was the one doing those deep and hard penetrations.

“Oh, no…it hurts…it hurts…uh…mmmm, yeah…ahh, damn…oh…oh my…no…ohhh” The sweet grunts that came out of the sexy strong man were like music to the black man. And with those several hot moans of Christian, LL Cool J was getting more and more sexually aroused, who didn't want to stop putting his dick deep inside that tight hole. It was so damn perfect for the rapper's fat juicy dick. taking it the muscle bitch hips, the male celebrity kept the other still on top of him while he moved his hips toward up, then leaving his hips to fall down and then give more deep thrusts. It was almost as if with each of those thrusts, Christian let out a more moans that were even louder. LL Cool J couldn't really feel the sexy wrestler skin, because he only break a hole in that tight bodysuit to see and bang that pink fucking hole. even they had shaved those holes, being able to first rub the head of his massive dark cock before taking it in with a slow but long thrust.

"I know you like this, just look to you, you look like a real muscled slut who loves my big black cock” The man with a lot of money told him, while he kept roughly fucking that tight white ass. An ass that was so worth all the cash that the black gentleman had to pay. But its okey, now he could get his fat juicy cock inside that luxurious hole, with such big, round and squeezable buttocks. The rapper's hands landed on those two globes of meat that were nothing but fucking big.

That ass was big and firm, the result of all of Christian's exercises. while the man continue to move his hips, grabbing strongly that thick booty, the rapper could watch the wrestler face as he continue to feed that hole with his cock. The wrestler dressed as Venom couldn't not could stop enjoying that cock, whining, loving the huge length of the black man.

Christian, between moans of desired, he admitted quietly that he love that massive dark dick, not wanting to admit it. Even tho LL Cool J could hear him, and he could listen very well, and he could also see how much his massive throbbing cock was tearing apart the muscled man's insides. Christian not could stop moaning for that long member, with his hair wet of sweat, just like the rest of his body, and even there were tears of utter delight in his eyes. That man could not deny what was obvious, that he loved to enjoy that tremendous piece of meat that filled his body with the great pleasure of anal sex."The exciting noises they make are perfect proof that you're enjoying this, just admit it, admit that you love being my sex toy…only to…uh, get used to my throbbing shaft." Saying this, he spanked him hard, before increasing the speed of his lunges.

Of course, The sounds those two were making were really loud, but not as loud as Shawn was being, while being impaled by some huge black cock that was destroying his pink boy pussy. “Oh…yeah, please, keep fucking…break me…break my ass..please, oh please…break my boy pussy with your…fucking cock” The man was yelling, with several loudy moans and sighs. He felt like he was on heaven, felling how that incredible pleasure take over his whole body, and maybe mind. He could stop thinking about that great feeling it was made when that thick juicy cock entered his ass and touch his prostate. The man dressing in an aquaman lycra bodysuit was being fucked like he was just a fleshlight, witt Taye pushing his dick all the way inside. However, fucking in the missionary position, and in the way he fucked that man cunt, the black male could touch continuously the wrestler G-spot.

With the man in the tight suit, being drowned in all that satisfying feeling of pleasure, enjoying having his hole fucked by that fat black cock. Moaning until his last breath, just to feel the hands of the man being put on his left nipple. “What…ahhh..oh shit…ahhh…my…yeah, oh yeah” those were his moans, as he had the celebrity fingers on his pink and kinda sensible nipple, touching it in a really good way. “Oh yeah, you look so sexy like this, all broken for my big fat dick…uh, yeah baby, keep moaning for my, for daddys dick” Taye told the guy bellow him, seeing his perfect pretty face, all cover on joy tears and all those whiny but cute moans leaving his lips. “Are you liking that? Are you loving how my dick can make you into my pathetic slut? My god…oh fuck, you are such a tight muscle boy…but after this, you arent going to be that tight, just…wide…gaping open…for me”

Those dirty words made Shawn even more horny, even tho his mind was more focused on that good feeling that he was feeling. His bubble muscle ass was being totally destroyed by that sexy man, who was ramming his huge black shaft inside him until it was all inside. He was putting one of his hands on the bed, while with the other just kept playing with those soft and pretty nipples. Taye just continue moving his hips, fucking the wrestler ass. Just as the others, the black dude just break a hole in the lycra bodysuit, so he could see that virgin hole he was about to fuck and breed, of course he was going to breed that fucking ass with his creamy cum. Notting better than to pound that sweet firm ass, the man of someone who was once a straight wrestler, to be just a cock slut. Other people maybe never would know about how this man was actually a pathetic moaning bitch, so Taye and the rest were so damn lucky to hear him begged for more.

¿for more what? For more cock, for that cock that was inside his warm hungry cock to never leave him empty. “Please…please give…more…more trusts…i want all of you…all of your inches inside…love your…meaty, venous cock inside me…come one…break me…break this suit…I want you to touch me without the lycra covering my nipples…see how pretty and pink they are without…oh…oh lord” Shawn was just moaning and moaning, wanting to be used as a sex doll and nothing more. Most of this wrestler were completely mind broken, being turned into cock sluts. Just like Steve, dressed as batman and having the living fuck out of his perky bubble butt. “Dont even try to suppress those cute little noises, come on little slut, moan for me, moan for daddy” so it was clear that a lot of these men had a Daddy kink, with Method man, who dirty talk his slut that was now enjoying that massive dark cock in this ass.

They were on the doggy style position, with method man being able to look at his little muscle slut while the continue fucking that nice ass. The body of steve was a complet work of art, with that nice body being perfectly hug by that lycra suit. The black rapper just had to make a hole in that skin tight suit, but before he could slide his big dick inside, he quickly eat that ass hole for a few moments before he started to fuck the shit out of Steve. Those cute but masculine moans were so great, so hot that it made method man not able to resist and started to pound his thick juicy cake without mercy. “Oh my…my…ahhh…so good man…so…i didn't know how good it feel to be fucked…and…your dick is so big…and…It makes me go insane man” Steve was saying babbling a little between his words. These humongous black dicks were making those lewd fit wrestlers lots their minds. Now you have Steve, being the bottom of method man, craving for more of that insanely good pleasure that only a big black cock can give him.

“Oh, this is definitely a good sight, a big, strong, bald and masculine WWF wrestler being reduce to a simple cock whore…moaning and tightening his pink ass hole for me…ohohoho, men, you are going to be left gaping open by me, ¿you get it, little slut?” the man asked, by what “Batman” just said “yes daddy…yes, yes yes, give me that cock…give me that fucking cock…fill me with it…oh…yeah…” the man was being filled, not only by cock, but also by the incredible pleasure of being butt fuck. And hell yeah, his butt was some big voluptuous butt. Method man literally couldn't stop marveling to that fat ass, loving how it moved with his hard lunges. Even thought it would probably look better if he were naked without anything covering those meaty mountains. Those ass cheeks would probably giggle in a very sexy way, even more with Method man fucking him in a very rough way, and making sure to have a good sight of that handsome man being a sexy fucking slut.

And the man was also dressed in a black lycra bodysuit, which for some reason was really hot fo him, specially how the color of that dark skin-tight suit make contrast with the mans white skin. “Oh my….oh, oh my…fuck me…fuck me dude, come on, fuck this ass with all you have…treat me like your bitch…it feels too damn good…I want more cock” the man started yelling, at the same time some moans interrupt some of his words. Know he really was falling into that spiral of carnal pleasure. One were he entirely love how that man kept fucking his white virgin ass. So tight and so good, with the rapper fucking him really waiting to bust his big load of cum inside that bubble ass. While Method man was still ramming his big thick cock inside that beefy ass, he couldn't stop but to put his hands and grab some of that juicy meat. “wow dude, you have so much meat in that ass, is almost a crime that you haven't been fucked by a man before”

He just kept moving his hips while he still was inside him and while he was talking about how a straight man like him could have that thick white booty, luckily, he made him a favor by sticking his large and thick dark cock. “Huh…yeah…my big ass its just for you to completely ravage it…you…i love your cock…its just…so good…my…oh my…oh…just there…right there, please, it feels like my soul is leavin my body…oh…goddammit” the man dress as batman was trying his best to be a power bottom, a dom one that was trying to give his black top orders, but the true is that he was just being grabbed by the hips by him. The rapper could just stop do what his slutty bottom tell him to do, but at the end, he was just gonna do those things. He start hammering the part steve tell him to hit, and he did, multiple times, making the bald horny man started moaning like crazy, having a dumb smile while he cross his eyes.

On the other hand, there were other black studs who fucked their little and tight cock sleeves. Ginuwine was trusting into him, in the sideway doggy style, kissing his Spider-whore, who was Jeff, being fucked like he deserved. “Oh, thats it…my boy…just feel all of my cock…all the veins…just feel this hard fucking dick stretch your anal walls” This and more moans were leavint Ginuwine mouth, as he stop kissing the pretty lips of Jeff, who was using that extra tight lycra bodysuit of spiderman, that was so hot that the black man couldn't resist the urge tho fuck him right here and now…it eventually happened. In a few seconds, the two men were kissing each other while Jeff was putting his hands, caressing that big bulge that was growing in Ginuwine underwear. It was a immense bulge, pero Jeff know what he had to do to have all that money for the WWF. At the end, he could get some intense sweet pleasure, having his ass being brutally fucked like he was a sex doll.

Spider-Jeff first was in all fours, then, Ginuwide tore open a hole in that really tight bodysuit of spiderman, making it a little more bigger than the others. The singer wanted to first lick that hole and the rest of those soft ass cheeks, then he could give him a few spanks, making him yelp a few times, and the black man had to say, that he genuinely love having his thick bubble buttocks spanked, but he probably loved to be manhandled and putting him to the side, like if they were cuddling. Ginuwide was behind him, putting the head of his black dick against the already prepared ass hole of Jeff, with him and the rest of the wrestlers being prepared for that. So, knowing that they were prepared, the singer started pounding that fat juicy ass, kissing those pretty lips while they do it. The kiss was wet, with a lot of lustful energies on the two of them, neither being able to just not love what they were doing.

Jeff was feeling the perfect pain and pleasure, with that huge dick entering his ass, filling him all the way, and touching that place that make the man scream in joy. “Oh god…oh my…it feels so…so fucking good…i mean…shit, oh lord…just…keep…i want it…all of you” The mand in the spiderman costume told the other black man, who just continue putting all of his long sex muscle inside that beautiful ass. Ginuwine runs his hands all over that perfect ripped body, being covered by that lycra suit, but its touch was amazing. It feel amazing the great touch of those hard muscles, with the hands of the black dude being all over those abs, so then his fingers were up the nipples of Jeff. The latter let out some little moans when those hands were all over his luscious pecs, specially his now hard fingers. When the dark-skinned singer heard those cute precious moans, he decided to give him slow but consistent penetrations.

At the same time he fuck him good, with hard heavy trusts, Ginuwide fondle those man tits and squeeze them with forze. Not letting him even think right in those moments he tease the covered but hard nipples of the wrestler, who by now couldn't care about the fact that he was being butt fuck by another man. It feel just good…so right, at to be fucked in the same room with other people, also fucking like its the last day of the world, it was something very pretty at the sight of some of the black men that were in that place. Tyson, for example, he was just drooling in pleasure, sticking his dick inside a pretty tight ass until all of it was in. “Oh god…its like i was im in heaven…fucking some little…white angel…with a beefy body…and an even beefy juicy ass” Words of Tyson, who was know fucking RVD in the reverse cowboy position. In this way, Tyson couldn't really watch the wrestler face. A fantastic face that just showed how that anal sex pleasure really take over his body and mind.

A really sexy fit body and a straight mind, but probably not more straight now, considering how that pleasure felt. Those tight anal walls hugged Tyson dick, like if the wrestler dress as booster gold didn't want him to leave his little hole. “Yeah, come on baby, if you want this dick then…ah, then just…fuck yourself on it…do it and i will give you…such a big load, come on…baby..uh, boy” the black celebrity said while RVD face was covered in tears of pleasure, with several horny cries coming out of his mouth, moving his perky ass and taking all those inches of black cock. He now could just think straight, specially when he was being fucked by that fat dick. It made his body burn, and his mind was going wild. In fact, RVD body felt so hot, that he wanted to break apart this bodysuit. Or at least he wanted to free his hard cock, that was covering the lycra with precum. “Yeah…please…please man…give me some cum in my ass…paint my insides with your white seed…”

It wasn't like Tyson wasn't thinking about doing that, because he really was going to push a big fucking load inside of his warm little ass hole. Tyson just thought on this idea of “breeding” him and he just went even more hornier. The black celebrity just start moving at the same time RVD did, wanting even more friction. Just feeling the anal walls of a virgin wrestler were enough to send him over the sky. But of course, there were a lot of thing that were nothing but pure sex fuel. “…oh…ahhh…ahhh lord…ah please…oh yeah, give it to me” whiny cries of that handsome professional wrestler, that was enjoying how that tremendous cock was tearing his boy pussy apart. There was nothing more hotter for Tyson than some big muscle man moaning like a slut just by his big juicy cock. But still, something that was also really hot was probably the back of that man. Just as it was said earlier, the famous black man just loved seeing those back muscles while fucking that firm muscle ass.

“Take it…thats it…oh, look at those muscles, just…show of your fantastic and sexy body for my…do it” with that request coming from Tyson, the wrestler cock slut just do it, not thinking but doing it, jus following orders from his new master. A master that at least would give him more of that extremely good sexual pleasure he just discovered. Showing of his muscles, especially his back muscles as well as his big fucking arms, it was something nice for RVD. Nothing more than someone liking his body and praising him…just as he was also praising how good his tight hole felt. But leaving those two aside, we probably should focus on Kurt being absolute wreck by Morris big fat cock. “Just feel it, feel how your insides are rearranged by my big piece of meat I have” the black-skinned man was saying as he shoved his magnificent cock deep inside.

He loved those sweet and adorable moans that came out of that pretty wrestler's mouth, which would now be reduced to a simple cumdump. "Nothing better than showing these bitches who is a real man, I mean, just look at them, I can see that most of them have huge muscles...but...ugh, small dicks" Shemar said to Morris, while the two fucked their muscled sluts side by side. Morris forcefully rammed his cock, which was too big for that cute little hole that Kurt had, or it would be better to call it "Captain America." He did it in the missionary position, so it was easy for him to do it quite fiercely, not stopping, giving everything he had to that small but delicious hole that wouldn't stop swallowing all his black meat. "Oh my god...don't be so...it's so...too...strong, aghhh, it feels like...you're going to tear me apart"

They were the groans of the burly Kurt, who knew he couldn't do anything to stop Morris, after all, they had to obey these men if they wanted that money. That same Andrew kept in his mind because while he was fucked in the sideway piledriver position, he felt an immense pain, which in any case was going to be replaced with an immense and very pleasant feeling of sexual satisfaction. Morris took the liberty of continuing to say dirty things to his beloved Captain America, also spanking that American ass. Shemar, who kept fucking "Test" in that position, couldn't help but be amazed. This was definitely a fantasy come true. Andrew “Test” Martin might be a perfect man to play Thor in some future movie because seriously, this muscular stud would look great in the role.

Although now he himself looked better this way, being fucked roughly, sobbing as he slowly felt the pleasure fill his body, and soon he would end up begging for more cock. “Say you love bbc” Morris commanded his cumdump to say that, causing the man in the spandex suit to reply “I love bbc, I love it…Oh, I love it so much…yes…I want him, I want him always, I want your…big black cock inside me forever…fuck me…make me your sex toy forever. Nothing better than seeing a sexy masculine man like Kurt being transformed into a cock whore, Kurt having a goofy grin as he continued to be fucked, forcing him to moan with him not having a chance to resist. Just like Andrew, who at the end couldn't stop moaning from the incredible pleasure, he felt when Shemar touched that good spot inside him that drove him crazy, now he couldn't stop asking him to keep touching him there.

"Don't worry whore, I'll make sure you enjoy this very well, maybe you even want this to be repeated" At the end of the day, he would be more than sure that most of these wrestling gentlemen would end up wanting more of this amazing sex. They didn't care anymore that they had to bottom. it was just for the best, especially when these muscular men were getting fucked by other men with huge black cocks that hit them in those hot spots. Those places made them scream and cry with pleasure. Just like Andrew "Test" did with his hair-wet sweat, with tears of the purest sexual pleasure, and with his mouth always being open from the many moans and sighs he always made. But surely the best of all this would be when at the end of the great sex party, all these wrestlers from the great world of entertainment would end up covered in cum.

Those big muscular and somewhat fat asses would be completely filled by the large amounts of cum that those black men brought in their balls. In the end, it would not be as if anyone was going to forget about this, or at least celebrities would never forget this great and satisfying sexual experience, which by the way, they would plan to repeat at some point. At least that moment was not going to happen for a while, because the WWF already had the money and they were not planning to let some other economic crises happen so they had to let their stars get fucked by other men.

But of course, now those wrestling stars were totally changed after that night. Sure, some of them would try to repress that need to be fucked by some big cock, but others would already be enjoying this new way of living. Being just some muscular whores, ready to serve black masters.

[bubblegumlefty]

❤️ New fic published!!! ❤️

Imma give a warning right now; this fic in particular is marked as rated s for spicy for a very good reason. This is rated X levels of naughty, so read at your own discretion, and feel free to let me know how much I need to compensate after you've finished. 🏥

For those under 18+, DNI!

[arminmiflaco]

I was thinking about CM Punk (Phil) as your boyfriend. Smut!(not much), mdni!!!, ⚠toxic behaviors⚠

He is so arrogant and stubborn that he thinks he is always right, even when he is not, and inevitably wants to control you. You will never be able to dominate him, even if you want to.

The typical alternative boy and bimbo girl couple, you so sweet and innocent. He, a very disciplined boy, but a troublemaker... too much for your good.

He thinks you are his property, his jealousy is something you don't want to provoke! And it's not for you, but for those innocent people who end up paying the price.

Punk hates Jeff Hardy. According to Phil, Jeff has been lusting after you for a long time. You're a very pretty girl and that only fuels his jealousy, he doesn't want anyone else to see you but him.

When he found out that you and Jeff were friends, he almost went crazy, he wanted to smash his face in and never see you out of the corner of his eye again. He was mad, he thought you already understood that you can't have anyone else but him! Why do you have to talk to other boys? He has to be the only one in your life! Don't you have enough with him?

You have to understand!! He is so in love with you that he can't stand the idea of you spending time with others :(

Phil sits you on his lap and squeezes your cheeks so hard that it almost hurts.

- Doll, I hear you're talking to Jeff.

- W-what?

- I thought we talked about this, I don't want you talking to other guys.

- But that's not fair, I want to have friends! It doesn't mean I want to be with them :(

- You don't, but they do. Men's minds are so sick. I know Jeff, he obviously just wants a chance to fuck you.

- That's not true, Jeff is a good friend, he never talked to me like that...

- Y/N, I heard him say it, he's just another asshole who thinks he has a chance with you.

Obviously this was a lie from Phil to get you away from Jeff, but you never thought about it because you always saw Phil as someone who would never lie to you, who only cared about your well being.

You feel your heart breaking, you really thought Jeff respected you like you respected him, now your perception has changed and you don't want to see him anymore.

Punk sees the sadness in your eyes and hugs and kisses you, telling you how much he loves you and that he will always be there for you because he is the only one who cares.

☆°☆~

Now your hips are in the air as Phil mercilessly spanks you once, twice, even ten times as he angrily and lustfully claims you as his own.

- No one will ever fuck you like I do. No one will ever be able to have you.

Then he turns you over and penetrates you quickly. You were already wet from the foreplay, but it was so rough and unpredictable that you couldn't help moaning from the slight pain, little tears coming out of your eyes, while Phil ruins you in a fast way, kissing you almost without letting you breathe, with one arm hugging you, bringing you closer together and the other touching your tits. He would only stop kissing you to say things in your ear, his most disgusting thoughts about his jealousy and what he would do to you scared the hell out of u :( but at the same time you couldn't help but get horny.

☆°☆~

I'm sorry, I know there are mistakes (English is not my first language)

[edgessunflower]

Header credits to @romanthereigns

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[99hook]

Comfort Zone

Synopsis: He lost the ftw championship and the only thing he wants is you

Warnings: angst, cursing, implied smut (not explicit), an appearance from Jeff Hardy, getting caught in the act & soft boyfriend!hook to end it all

A/N: to the anon who suggested this, thank you! That match had me alllll messed up but this was a good way to channel those feelings lmao. This was fun and I’m proud of it. I hope y’all really like it! Enjoy babes!

(Also for storyline purposes we’re gonna pretend that Jack wasn’t supposed to knock him out with the belt)

He walked through the door with nothing in his hands and a look of pure disappointment on his face. The title that he typically wears like a second skin is now draped over the shoulder of Jack Perry and all he can think about is the shame that it brings him, especially when you look up at him with those sympathetic eyes.

“Come here.” You whispered, patting the space next to you on the couch. You’d watched the entire match from the beginning in the viewing room, nerves absolutely wrecked at how many times Tyler hit his head on the floor, the canvas, the ring post, and especially when he was knocked out cold with his own title.

He held the back of his head as he slowly took a seat next to you. He didn’t know what to say and neither did you, since you’ve never been in a situation where he’s ever lost a match, let alone his FTW championship.

You noticed where his skin was quickly reddening underneath the sweaty locks of hair sticking to his forehead. There was definitely going to be a bruise in the morning, but the last thing you wanted to do was remind him of that.

It was silent for a few moments. The way he was tapping his fingers against his knee caught your attention. The repetitive tapping was something he always did when he was either anxious or angry, and in this case you assumed he was feeling both things and probably so much more.

“Tyler.” You whispered, reaching over and grabbing his hand, intertwining your fingers between the spaces of his own. “I don’t know if this makes anything better for you or not, but you really did do amazing out there. Win or lose, you still gave it your all.”

He glanced down at your hand in his and sighed. You felt him give your hand a gentle squeeze and he wordlessly leaned over and laid his head on your shoulder. You rested your cheek to the top of his head and raked your nails through his disheveled locks. The silence between the two of you was somehow comfortable even in the tense mood and you and Tyler both appreciated that.

After a couple of minutes of him rubbing his thumb over yours and you twirling the ends of his hair around your fingertips, he picked his head back up and turned to face you. You could see more clearly now that he had some swelling from the punches he’d endured and where Jack hit him with the belt. Tyler noticed the concern in your eyes and grabbed your other hand.

“I’m fine.” He muttered. “Physically, at least.”

He held onto your hand as he draped his arm around your shoulders and pulled you into his side. Your head rested on his chest, his slick skin felt hot and sticky against the side of your face but you didn’t mind it. Not in that moment.

“Jack wasn’t supposed to do that.” He said as he started tapping his foot against the floor. “Hitting me with the belt? That wasn’t planned at all.”

You peered up at him, noting the way his eyes were intensely trained on the door, as if he was waiting, maybe even hoping that jack would walk through.

“Why did he do it then?” You asked, watching his lips pull underneath his teeth as he shrugged one shoulder. “That’s a good question. I’m asking myself the same thing.”

You could hear the anger in his tone but also the way he was trying to restrain it. His right hand was balled in a tight fist but his left hand was gently holding yours. You could practically see that he was wanting a release for all that aggression but he was holding back, because he was with you and the level of aggression that he possesses is the last thing he ever wants you to witness.

“What are you planning on doing about it?”

At that question, Tyler’s brows knitted together and a lot of scenarios started playing like a movie in his mind. The first thing he wanted was to get his title back. The fact that it’s even in the hands of Jack made him absolutely sick to his stomach. His father never intended for that title to be in grimy, disgusting hands and he failed at that.

You suddenly saw a flash of pain cross his face. He was staring at the door still, somewhat looking lost in his own thoughts but letting his emotions blatantly play on his face. You could almost read his mind when he clenched his jaw and balled that right fist until his knuckles faded white.

“A lot.” He spat through gritted teeth, suddenly getting up from the couch and locking his hands together behind his head. You watched as he paced the floor, his eyes never once leaving the door.

“I lost something that meant everything to my family.” He groaned, his chest heaving with every shallow breath.

“You didn’t lose it, Tyler.”

“Yes I did, Y/N. You saw it!” His voice boomed off the walls and you were unsure whether or not you should say anything else to him now or wait for him to calm down.

“That fucking kid used my own title against me. He was never supposed to bring it into our match. He made this shit personal. It’s on a deeply personal level to me now.”

Your eyes stayed trained on him as he shifted on his feet. He ran his hand through his wild hair and tugged at the roots in frustration, inhaling a deep breath but barely exhaling one at all.

“He thinks it’s over.” He darkly chuckles, “But it’s only getting started. When I get my hands on him he won’t even be recognizable anymore.” He cracks his knuckles, his adrenaline pumping so strong through his veins and all he wants is for Jack to come up to him one time, say one word or even glance in his direction and it’s over.

“Tyler-“

“Don’t tell me to be the bigger person right now Y/N.” He holds up his hand. “I know you think that’s the key to life but this shit isn’t going to slide with me. I can’t just let that punk ass boy run around here bragging about having my title and beating my ass with it. It’s not fucking happening.”

“I wasn’t gonna say that at all.” You piped up, standing up and slowly approaching him. He had more sweat grazing his tanned skin now than he did when he first walked through the door.

His eyes fell on you, his lips parted as he blew hot air through short breaths. You glanced down at his heaving chest and gently placed your hand over it, feeling the heavy pulsations and thick chest hair underneath your palm.

“Your heart is beating like crazy.”

“I’m mad.”

You gave him a look before you let your hand roam down his torso, fingertips dancing over the indentations of his abdomen before they found a resting place just on the waistline of his shorts. He glanced down at your wandering hand and then back in your eyes with a look of confusion.

“Yes or no?” You quirked a brow, tracing the HOOK on his waistband with your pointer finger. The look dancing in your eye suddenly had him feeling weak in the knees and somehow, the anger that was previously boiling through his veins was dissipating, only to be refilled with desires stronger than the former.

“Yes or no, what?” His voice was suddenly ten times lower and fifty times raspier than before. His breaths quickly became short, labored and shaky and that’s just one of the many affects you tend to have on him.

“Don’t play dumb with me, Tyler. Do you want to pace the floor yelling about what happened tonight, or do you want me to be the one yelling your name so loud the entire arena will hear?”

His adams apple bobbed in his throat once before he wrapped his large hand around the back of your neck and pulled you into him, crashing his lips to yours in a hungry, devouring kiss that left the two of you completely breathless and nearly gasping for air.

“In here? Right now?” He muttered against your mouth. You nodded, glancing at the way his lips were suddenly puffy and red.

“Mhm.” You eagerly wrapped your arms around the back of his neck and he made quick work of picking you up and lowering you both to the couch, you straddling his waist as you kissed down his neck, earning a few relaxed sighs and low groans.

Just as soon as he got your shirt halfway up, exposing your lower back, the door opens and in comes Jeff, who was immediately red in the face, just like you and Tyler.

“Oh shit, I’m sorry man I- shit-“ jeff stuttered as he turned his back to the two of you.

“Shit” Tyler grunted as you quickly hopped off of him. “You’re good man, my bad we were just- we just- uh-“

“Sorry” you said as you fixed your hair and pulled your shirt back down in place.

Jeff turned around and hesitated to open his eyes. “It’s cool, it’s alright, shit happens I get it. Uh- just- I have a promo to shoot in here in about five minutes, so-“

“Yeah, sure man our bad.” Tyler quickly stood up and outstretched his hand, which you took abruptly and held your head down to hide the redness of your cheeks that were quite literally burning your skin.

“No worries.” Jeff nodded but it was clear he was completely taken back and the second hand embarrassment was definitely written all over his face. You and Tyler passed him and headed through the door, as soon as it closes behind you, you look up at him and he looks down at you.

And then you both burst into a fit of laughter, unable to control yourselves like two lovesick teenagers who just had their first awkward kiss.

“Oh my God.” You breathe out when you finally catch your breath. “I can’t believe-“

“I know” Tyler clutches his side as he attempts to catch his own breath.

“What if we actually-“

“Oh God, I know.” Tyler groans, but as soon as the laughter dies down as the two of you head down the hallway, you feel Tyler’s fingers intertwine through the spaces of yours and he stops in his tracks, making you do the same.

“Y/N-“ his voice suddenly lowers. You turn to face him, and feel his lips land on your forehead, lingering against your skin for a moment before he pulls back and looks in your eyes.

“If it wasn’t for you I would probably be sitting in my locker room thinking about how disappointed my family is gonna be in me, and all the shit I can’t control right now that’s inevitably gonna eat my ass alive until I get my hands on jack,-“ he slicked his lips with his tongue and paused for a moment, eyes scanning your face.

“But you always seem to know how to make things better. The world could be ending and you would somehow make us have a decent time while we’re fighting off zombies or what the fuck ever.” He chuckles and you do too, dropping your head to hide the blush on your cheeks but his finger cups your chin and raises it so you look at him again.

“I really needed that tonight. Really needed you.” He whispers, his thumb stroking your cheek once before he places another lingering kiss to your forehead.

“You always have me, Tyler.” You whispered back, closing your eyes at the feeling of his soft lips lingering against your heated skin. “Always.”

[officialchristiancagebbgirlblog]

Can I have prompts 15, 34, and 69 with early 2000's Edge plss where she is scared to be in love with them because of trust issues but sweet smut unfolds as they let the feelings out between them?

15: “I’m so scared…of you”

34: “shh it’s okay, I’m here now”

69: having your first time in bed with each other

Tag: @judgementdaysunshine

Word count: 2058

Warnings: mild swearing

Fic type: fluff and smut

Link to masterlist

Reader will be a wrestler, 2001. Will use Adam’s name. Feels silly saying Edge in this context. Christian will just be called Christian as using his real name doesn’t feel right for fics!

Being at large events was always difficult for you. Even if you did know most of the people there. You were still relatively new, only having been there for about three years about the same time as your friends, Adam and Christian. The three of you didn’t go in together. You had met them on your first day actually and hit it off with them immediately. They always had your back both within matches, and backstage. Being quiet made you an easy target for certain wrestlers to pick on you; they’d pull pranks (sometimes cruel ones) on you, be rough with you in the ring. It wasn’t the best time to be a wrestler but you weren’t about to quit. Plus, the two boys would back you up and protect you as much as possible, alongside two other friends, Jeff and Matt Hardy.

The event in question was an after party, following a successful episode of Smackdown. You hung around Adam and Christian who were talking with Kurt Angle and a few others, sticking closely to Adam’s side, while they chatted with other wrestlers. It wasn’t something you admitted to anyone just yet, but you had found yourself with feelings for Adam. There was something about how protective he was over you that just made your heart swoon and your body feel so…safe? Was that the feeling? It was hard to come to terms with how you felt. So many times had you been let down or betrayed by your previous partner that you didn’t know if you could go through with another relationship again. He had broken you in more ways than you’d let on to anyone. The idea of dedicating yourself to someone or letting someone into your heart terrified you.

“We should probably get going!” Adam nudged you, hoping you’d agree. He was enjoying the socialisation but in reality, he felt more comfortable in the idea of heading back to the hotel room you two shared. Saving as much money as possible was at the top of both of your lists so you had agreed to share with him. Tonight would be your first night alone with him, and a big part of you was scared. You nodded, agreeing that it was time.

“I’m going to stay a bit longer,” Christian said, giving you both a quick hug, “but I’ll see you guys later on!”

Exchanging goodbyes with the group, you both headed out to the car park to get a taxi back. Adam left the keys with Christian so he could drive back.

“I think…I might just shower and then sleep when we get back.” You told Adam in the car, sitting a seat away from him in the back, leaving the middle seat free.

“Oh. I was thinking we could watch a film but…yeah sure, if you’re tired, do what you like!” He replied, smiling weakly.

It was a strange response, you had thought. A part of you thought that maybe he was hoping for something more but you didn’t want to jump to conclusions. The rest of the ride was quiet, relaxed. Watching him from the corner of your eye, you made a mental note of the outline of his face from the side. There was no denying that he was gorgeous. With the way his long hair framed his face, the little point at the end of his nose. And his body! His arms were strong yet soft to the touch, very welcoming. Perhaps that’s why she always felt so safe? It definitely was his kindness that helped too. You didn’t realise that you had turned your head to get a better look at him, staring with a sparkle in your eyes. He turned to look at you with a smile and pink cheeks, winking slightly. You quickly looked away in embarrassment of being caught staring, hearing him chuckle at your reaction.

After arriving at the hotel, you both made your way up to the room and you rushed in the bathroom to get to the shower to wash away the naughty thoughts that began to cloud your mind. You got undressed with haste and stood under the warm running water, trying to clear your mind. It was getting harder to hide your feelings and anxiety built up in your chest over that fact. You were terrified of a repeat of last time. Deep down you knew he was different but still. What if he secretly was a terrible man? What if he was secretly just as horrible but was fantastic at hiding it? The thought was too horrible to imagine so you tried to ignore it, washing your body and your hair, imagining you were scrubbing that idea away.

Not spending long in there, you dried off and climbed into clothes that you had left folded in there before you left, ready for your evening shower. You looked into the mirror and took a deep breath, calming yourself so Adam wouldn’t ask any questions. You left the bathroom and made your way over to the desk where your hairdryer was ready for you. Except it wasn’t just that there waiting. Adam stood, holding your brush and motioning for you to sit down.

“I know you’re tired but I can…do this for you if you like?” He smiled sheepishly.

Returning the smile, you sat down in front of him. As he began you felt your cheeks and your body become warm with appreciation, the naughty thoughts coming back. He was so concentrated on making sure your hair was fully dry and brushed that he didn’t even notice you staring this time. After about 15 to 20 minutes, he shut the dryer off, just pulling the brush gently through your smooth and shiny hair.

“Can I ask you a question?” He asked, finally looking up at the mirror to make eye contact with you. Adam noticed the nervous look that suddenly crossed your face, and he took a second to squeeze your shoulder to assure you that it was okay. Swallowing hard, you nodded.

“Um…are we just…friends? Or is there something else that you want to try?” He asked, his voice quiet and soft. You felt your throat run dry as the words settled in your brain. He decided to continue on with something that probably shouldn’t have shocked you all that much but it still did regardless.

“Because I don’t know about you but…I definitely have. Feelings. For you.”

You didn’t know what to say. Well, you did, but you were scared of saying it. Your silence scared Adam as he stood there still looking at you, waiting for you to just say something. Anything.

It felt like an eternity before you opened your mouth to speak to him.

“Adam…I’m not going to lie to you because I appreciate you and…what you do for me.” You started with a deep breath. It wasn’t fair to lie to him on how you felt nor was it fair to not tell him why you were afraid of it.

“I’m so scared…of you-“

“Of me? Why?” He interrupted, the shock breaking his heart in two.

“Let me finish, please.” You begged.

He became silent, placing both hands on your shoulders, letting he brush fall to the floor with a dull thud.

“It’s not…really you. It’s the idea of you, and liking you. I want to let you in but I’m scared of what will happen if I do. The last person I let into my heart treated me terribly. I know you’re not that guy but I don’t know if I can let myself trust someone again. I am so terrified that…it will happen again.”

You felt the tears well up in your eyes, sliding down your cheeks rapidly. Just admitting why you were afraid of love somehow felt worse than keeping it secret. It was the shame of talking about it out loud, and now crying about it. Let alone someone who had just admitted they had feelings for you!

You felt his arms wrap around your shoulders and his cheek rest on the crown of your head, Adam gently whispering ‘shhh’.

“I’m sorry,” you choked out, “I-I know I’m a mess right now and this isn’t what you want to see and I’m sorry I-“

“Shh it’s okay, I’m here now.” He muttered, rocking you side to side.

“I don’t know exactly what happened before in your last relationship,” he gently pulled on your arm to turn you around on the chair to face him, “but I am not him, okay? I need you to understand that. I can love you so much more. In the way you deserve. You just need to let me in to do that.”

He cupped your face, wiping tears away with his thumbs. You both stayed there, gazing into each other's eyes for god knows how long before you both leant towards each other to share a kiss. When your lips met in the middle, your body rushed with tingles as the familiar sensation came back. You hadn’t realised how much you missed kissing!

It wasn’t long before you were standing up in his arms as he led you to the bed, lips still interlocked as you both removed each other's clothes. You both mumbled sweet nothings into each other's soft lips as he pulled your legs apart, aligning himself with your wet and ready entrance.

“Are you ready, baby girl?” He asked, stopping to look at you. You nodded, throwing your arms around his neck as he slowly slid in, keeping his eyes on your face the entire time.

“Tell me if it hurts or if it’s too much. We can stop if you need it.” He reassured, kissing your cheek once he was all the way in. Adam stayed unmoving for a moment to allow you to get used to the feeling of him inside you, not wanting you to be in pain. After signalling to him that it was okay, he began to thrust, being slow and gentle. He buried his face in your neck as the pleasure and your warmth took over his body.

“Faster, please!” You called out to him, gripping his shoulders as the feeling of pleasure overtook your body. Adam picked up the pace while still not hitting too hard, groaning against your skin.

“You’re so gorgeous,” He muttered, littering your skin with small wet kisses as his hands caressed your soft body, “God, I’m so glad I told you…how I feel.”

Just hearing him speak those words sent your heart flying. You had completely forgotten what it felt like to be praised in this way. And to have it from Adam just made it that much sweeter. Already you felt yourself getting close to the finish line, him following behind closely. Wrapping your legs around his waist, you moaned out his name as you drew closer and closer.

“Let it out for me, baby.” He whispered, his lips just barely ghosting the skin of your ear. You gasped as your orgasm hit, Adam holding on to you tight as he continued on with whispering encouraging words of love to you while you rode it out. As you came down, he muttered a quick ‘oh fuck’ before pulling out, cumming on your stomach with a grunt. After finishing, he leant down to give you another kiss before getting up to grab tissues to clean you up.

“Sorry, I didn’t want to…you know…do it inside of you.” He smiled sheepishly, his body pink from the afterglow of sex. You smiled and told him that it was okay, you didn’t mind too much. Once he got you cleaned up, he crawled into the bed next to you and pulled you in for a cuddle.

“I meant what I said earlier, you know.” He said, turned your head to look at him. It had finally set in that Adam just wanted to love you in every way possible. It was still hard to believe that you could be loved that way after before, but you were willing to let him try. Smiling wider, you both shared another kiss, already becoming obsessed with the way you both tasted.

“Let’s give it a try. See where it goes. I…I think I’m ready for you to show me what it’s like to be appreciated again.”

[davemustystain]

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Hey i’m maia, i’m very new to tumblr but i’m here to make new friends and make fanfics ! I’ve been a fan of metal for about 2 years now and i’ve been a pop fan since i was like a baby ! I love anything to do with music, i listen to everything from pop,country,metal you name it ! I also play guitar because i’m just cool like that 😋 !

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ALICE IN CHAINS-

Layne Staley

Jerry Cantrell

Sean Kinney

Mike Starr

THE LOST BOYS-

David

Dwayne

Paul

Michael

METALLICA-

Cliff burton

James Hetfield

Kirk Hammett

Lars Ulrich

Jason Newsted

Robert Trujillo

MEGADETH-

Dave Mustaine

Marty Friedman

David Ellefson

TYPE O NEGATIVE-

Peter Steele

Kenny Hickey

LED ZEPPELIN

Robert Plant

Jimmy Page

John Paul Jones

GUNS N’ ROSES-

Axl Rose

Slash

Duff McKagan

Izzy stradlin

Steven Adler

LYNYRD SKYNYRD-

Allen Collins

Ronnie Van Zant

Gary Rossington

WWE-

Edge

Jeff Hardy

Lita

The Undertaker

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Ozzy Osbourne

Taylor Swift

Lana del rey

Chappell Roan

Billie Eilish

Eddie Munson

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watersports,scat,whips,50 shades of grey type shit (too corny to write sorry), male reader (i’m afab and i just don’t think i would be able to write it good enough !), blood,noncon.

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[amrcnnightmre]

hi sweet friends!! sorry about the delay but i’m in the midst of writing my first proper request :) a lil cm punk x reader from a prompt i was given! i’ll be writing up my master list soon so you can see who i write for & what kind of things i write! but i’m open to most, im so excited people are finding my account 🎀

[ms-wwe]

CHAPTER 11 IS COMING TODAY PEOPLEEEEEE

Yall gonna love this one 🤌🏽🤌🏽

[haddonfieldwhore]

wwe/aew - masterlist

nsfw / smut = ***

headcanons

nothing yet

oneshots / drabbles

best friend - jeff hardy

we make a good team - darby allin

see it in your eyes - cm punk

safe and sound - jeff hardy

wrong - jey uso ***

on your side - jey uso

ghosthunting - rhea ripley and dominik mysterio

remember me? - dominik mysterio

series

cold nights - cm punk

one

two

look after you - mjf

one

two

three ***

lowkey - damian priest

one ***

two ***

playlists

jeff hardy playlist

cm punk playlist

mjf playlist

darby allin playlist

jey uso playlist

pov: ghost hunting with rhea and dominik playlist