#ricky starks fluff

[deepdisireslonging]

Necklace

The Reader is drenched in a sudden downpour. She has to borrow some dry clothes. Ricky likes seeing her in his things, and makes sure she know it in the most intimate way possible.

Pairing: Ricky Starks x Reader

Warnings/Promises: SMUT, boss/underling dynamic (consensual), oral (female receiving), P-in-V, Ricky’s hand as a necklace/light choking, cream pie

Word Count: 3330

Note: Holy shit, this is filth. Can you tell I miss seeing this man on my screen on Dynamite and the like? Also, I used to work at a place that sold those snap-sided joggers. They were murder to keep on the hanger, and probably annoying in practice. But in theory... inspirational.

Bonus: the gifset that inspired this fic

There’s nothing like getting caught in a New Orleans humidity shower. The weatherman can warn all he likes. They’re always sudden. They come out of nowhere. And you are guaranteed to be soaked in seconds.

Which was why Ricky laughed in your face when he finally answered his door.

“Sorry about that.” He stepped to one side so you could drip your way into his house. “I was on the back porch when you rang and—”

“Mhmm. Sure.” You playfully shot him a glare. There was a bucket by his door for such occasions. You rung out your shirt into it. Even having been in the deluge, you were still surprised how much water came out of the fabric.

“Strip.”

“I beg your pardon?”

Ricky laughed and stepped back. “You’re soaked through. Leave your clothes here. I’ll be back in a minute with a towel and some of my things.” He quickly kissed your cheek on his way out.

To his credit, he didn’t peek when he brought back a brightly colored beach towel and an extra set of his training clothes. The sweatshirt was oversized and would have been coverage enough. But Ricky’s house was equipped with that Louisiana AC. You knew the second you stepped into the living room, as damp as you were, you’d freeze. His long track pants were the kind that had snaps up the side. Easy to get out of for runners before meets, and for wrestlers before matches. You made sure they were snapped together at least as low as your knee, leaving the rest of the fabric to sway. As for your underclothes, you added them to the pile that you tossed into his dryer. When you stepped into the living room, you almost thought to snap the track pants down to your ankles and to ask for socks.

You sat on the edge of the couch where you could reach the coffee table. “Why do you keep your house so cold?” At your fingertips was all the paperwork planning and plotting out his next couple of feuds. You picked up the one closest: a half-baked plan to take revenge on Big Bill for abandoning him to join Jericho.

Ricky settled next to you in matching snap-pants and a tank top. “Because it’s hot outside. And it’s better to freeze the humidity in the house than to try and survive it. Trust me.”

“Whatever you say, boss.”

He bumped his shoulder into yours. “Don’t call me that.”

“Whatever you say. Boss.”

For the next two hours you two fleshed out the plans. Especially that first one with Bill. Together you came up with how to initiate the feud. The number of matches and how many weeks Ricky would take up screentime. You tweaked the climax fight, suggesting parallels to their tag matches, and adding moments to deal with Jericho at ringside. Bill liked you, and liked working with you when he and Ricky were a team. So, you had no reservations about pitching him some ideas later for promos and such.

About forty-five minutes into planning was when you noticed something hanging from Ricky’s neck. It was that little gold cross pendant. With the way he was leaned forward, it dangled into thin air. And your mind wandered. The pendant dangling in your face as he filled you, whispering the dirty things he was yet to do to you. But you had cleared your throat and moved on. There was work to do.

About twenty minutes after that, Ricky had released some of his snaps; up to his mid-thigh. Your mind wandered again. Riding that thigh. Rolling your hips as best you could, but his hands guiding your hips. All the while his mouth working miracles on your throat. But you shuffled the papers in your hands and moved on. It had been ages since you two had enjoyed each other’s company. And today didn’t have time for another fling.

Around the two-hour mark, he was animated and working through one of the promos you’d outlined. His hands moved through the air like punctuation. He didn’t speak at ring-volume. But you could still hear the passion in his voice. He ran through it a few times; adjusting where he added emphasis here, or lowering his voice instead of raising it there. All the while, you couldn’t take your eyes off his hands.

How they gripped the air. How his fingers splayed wide, or curled, or any other series of movements that made you shift in your seat.

He was oblivious. Until he came to the end of his run-through. “How was that?” When you didn’t answer, he finally glanced over at you, still holding up his hands where they’d been. “Hello?” Ricky’s slow grin spread as he followed you gaze. Bringing his posed hand closer to your face, he finally snapped his fingers. “Now, Ms. Y/L/N. What have I told you about objectifying me?”

Startled, you stammered. “I’m- I’m not objectifying you.” Clearing your throat, you sat down one stack of papers to pick up another. “I was… deep in thought. That last run was good. The pause was better than the last run.”

“Mhmm. Sure.” Ricky darted his tongue out to wet his lips, catching you staring from the corner of your eyes. “We should take a break.” Slapping his hands on the tops of his thighs, he ignored the way you jumped and headed towards his kitchen. “What’cha want? I made lemonade yesterday, or there’s always Coke…”

“No,” you squeaked. “I’m good.”

His silence lulled you into thinking he was long gone. You glanced over the sheets you picked up. Another half-baked feud. Wouldn’t take much to work it out though. Oh, but you’d have to call- You gasped as Ricky’s hands gently landed on your shoulders, sliding down your arms. They kept traveling down until Ricky could lean comfortably and press his cheek to yours.

“Perhaps you’d like a different kind of break?”

Your breath stuttered in your chest. All you could manage was to shake your head.

“Are you sure?” He nuzzled his nose behind your ear, smiling when you let out a shuddering sigh. “We’ve been working so hard. You deserve to take it easy.”

“To take what easy?”

Chuckling, he smiled against your cheek. “Mmm. I can think of at least one thing.” He began to kiss under your jaw. And to squeeze your arms still caught in his strong hands.

You tried, “it’s too hot-”

“You’ve been freezing since you walked in the door.”

“I wonder why that is?” you teased, glancing up at him. “Mr. Starks… have you been planning this since the beginning?”

He inhaled deeply, bobbing his head to one side in thought. “Not entirely. But I do feel bad that you got all wet,” he drawled. “Maybe I want to make it up to you.”

His kisses traveled from one side of your neck, back under your hair, to the other side. He stretched a hand across your chest to run over your collarbone. When it reached your other shoulder, you leaned into the forearm that caught under your chin.

“We should get back to work,” you breathed.

“We should.”

His hands caught your wrists where you tried to disengage yourself. Taking both into one hand, he held your arms to one side so the other could play with the neckline of your borrowed sweatshirt.

“People talk enough as it is.”

“Do they?”

“You’re my boss.”

“And what about it?”

His roaming touch dipped under the fabric to feel how your chest heaved.

“You’ll – you’ll stretch out the neckline.”

Ricky growled in your ear. “Does it feel like I give a damn?” He searched for your bra strap so he could snap it against your shoulder like he usually did. But all he could find was your flushed skin. “Where – where is it?”

“In the dryer with the rest of my clothes.”

“Hmm.” Sliding his hands under your arms, he lifted you up to sit on the back of the plush couch. He turned you around so he could slot himself between your thighs. To keep you from toppling backwards into the seats, he wrapped his arms around your waist. Which brough you nose to nose. “Tell me again. Whose been planning what from the start?”

Your lips trembled, and your hands flexed where they rested on his biceps. The hunger to kiss him as deeply as you were able was growing. “I wasn’t planning anything. I was just trying not to catch a cold.”

His lips ghosted over yours. “Alright. Then let’s warm you up, shall we?”

You met him tilt for tilt. While you leaned into his chest, he leaned towards you. It kept you precariously leaned back over the couch. The angle also further pressed your front into his, where you could feel what he had prepared. You dug your hands into his hair. Lightly dragging your nails across his scalp pushed his moan into your waiting mouth, and rolled his hips into yours.

“Ricky—”

“Hmm?”

“Need you.”

“You’ve got me.”

You had to roll your eyes. He knew he had you. But, like when you first started working for him, he didn’t have a more distant plan. You did. “No. Need you… on something flat.” Though he resisted, eventually you were able to push him away.

His head tilted to the side. “Flat? Like… the floor?” He wasn’t averse to the idea and was strongly considering taking you across his whole house when you spoke up.

“I was thinking somewhere more comfortable. Like… your bed?” Taking his wrist, you began to lead him that direction.

But he spun you, pinning you to the wall outside his bedroom door. “This is flat.”

“It’s vertical.”

His heated gaze across your skin took on a wicked gleam. Gently, he smoothed his thumb over your bottom lip. Softly he noted, “when has that ever stopped us?”

He had a point. There was that time in Nashville when he filled you against a bathroom stall wall in some honky-tonk. Or Toledo. When he was so jazzed up after his match that you didn’t make it to his dressing room, using some dark spot in a hallway. Or San Antonio. Where he ate you out while you were pinned to the inside of your hotel room door. You had held both hands over your mouth to keep from waking the whole floor. And there were so many other times. Most of them clandestine and hidden from the rest of the roster. But here of late, Ricky was less and less prone to hiding his feelings for you.

While you reminisced, Ricky’s hand slid up your front to around your neck. His thumb and forefinger squeezed lightly at your sweet spots to bring you back to the moment. His mouth hung open. With his eyes greedily drinking up how your body reacted to the memories. His tongue darted out to wet his bottom lip.

“No,” you murmured, “it’s never stopped us before.”

Just as you leaned forward to kiss him, he leaned back with a smirk. He dragged you the rest of the way into his bedroom. His mouth was all over before you finally toppled onto his sheets. He kept you pinned there, at the foot of the bed, instead of letting you shimmy your way up. Pulling the neckline of his sweatshirt to the side, he sucked what would turn into a dark mark into your skin. It would only be a little difficult to hide. His fingertips toyed with the bottom edge of the fabric.

“I like you in my sweatshirt. Maybe the next show, I’ll make you wear one of my t-shirts.”

“People might talk.”

“Does it look like I give a damn?” He smothered you with a deep, possessive kiss. But trepidation stilled his movements. He leaned back. “Do you give a damn?”

After a pause, you smiled. “Not in the slightest.” You dragged him back down to you. When you broke away for air, the cross pendant was dangling in your face. You were dazzled by it. Arching up, you nosed at it, making it spin, and caught it between your teeth.

Ricky watched you, enraptured. When he leaned down to press a chaste kiss to your forehead, the cool metal draped across the side of your face. His hands finally travelled up your torso under his sweatshirt. Flipping up the fabric, he was finally rewarded with one of his favorite views. His hands, warm and trembling against your skin, slid up to cup under your breasts. He kneaded them, squeezing them and rolling the buds between his fingers. You arched into each touch and shift. You twirled your fingers into his hair. With the way Ricky had his body leaning over you, you couldn’t roll your hips into his. So there was nothing to relieve the growing desire between your thighs.

The kiss Ricky placed between your breasts stole your breath away. As did each following touch of his lips to your skin as he traveled down your body. He drifted fare enough down that your hands lost their grip in his locks.

The you heard the snaps.

One by one, Ricky worked his way up one leg, then the other, to help you out of his trackpants. Soon, only the four paired snaps kept the fabric attached around your waist. Instead of releasing you, he began to kiss up and down the inside of your thighs.

You groaned out, “Ricky—”

“Hmm?”

“Please…”

He smirked against your skin. “What, Cherie?”

Inwardly, your groan stretched out. He was planning something. Probably your sex-led demise. With a whimper, you thought about begging. “Why are you taking so long? I thought-“

“I said we needed a break. Maybe it needs to be a one-to-one break. We worked for a couple of hours, so now I can take a couple of hours to take care of you.”

With a groan, you fell back into the sheets. This man could accomplish a lot in just ten minutes. And infinitely more with hours to spend.

Distracted by that threat, you didn’t hear the last few snaps. Or feel Ricky smoothing his hands up and down your thighs. But when he dove in to flatten his tongue against your sex, you gasped loudly. His ministrations were just as loud. You covered your mouth so you could hear his pleased sounds.

“Nuh-uh,” he warned, leaning his head against the inside of your thigh. “Wanna hear you. Come on. We don’t have to hide here.”

Again, you thought about that time in San Antonio, pinned to the door inside your hotel room. But you also thought about that one time at the Buck’s summer party when he bent you over the bathroom sink while everyone else was outside watching the fireworks. And New Years in Atlanta. Counting down the seconds when everyone would shout, trying to time it to cover up your own shout of release.

Ricky was thinking about those times too. Among others. His devouring of you quickened. Eyes drifting shut, soon the only thing firing in his mind was the taste of you on his tongue, the sound of you on his sheets, and the pulsing of you around his curling fingers. You tried to warn him of your incoming release. But he knew you to well. He saw the signs. And sped up his movements until you fell apart. He grinned, hearing you cry out his name. Your release, he did his best to taste every drop of it. But now he couldn’t ignore the overwhelming presence of his own pressure. He let loose the last remaining snaps on his pants to give himself room to breathe.

But when he stood up, your thighs clamped down around one of his. Ricky watched as you slid your slick up and down his thigh. He leaned into it. When your whines finally passed through the haze glazing his view, he reached out to thumb over your clit. Here was another one of his favorite views. Looking up there was another. Your hair was slicking to the side of your face. Your eyes were closed. Your mouth open, panting and making the most adorable sounds. All for him.

“Ricky,” you breathed, cracking open your eyes, “need you. Please.” You held out your hand.

He slid his hand into yours. And slid his hard length between your folds covered in slick. Still sensitive, you shivered. But he kept moving. Each thrust of his hips sparkled your every nerve ending, while he frantically chased the sensation of you. You, just like this; already sexed-out and wanting more from him. More that he was very willing to give.

You clawed your free hand his bicep as he filled you. The stretch of him blurred your vision. Once he was completely surrounded by you, he braced his forearms on either side of your head. The necklace around his throat dragged across the valley between your breasts. Cool at first, it soon warmed. As if warmed by the friction of it moving across your skin. Or maybe it was warmed by the friction of Ricky filling and pulling away from you, and filing you.

Nose to nose, you tried to remember to breathe while Ricky had his wonderfully wicked way with you. He was whispering things into your forehead, and into the curve of your neck. But you could only catch every third word or so. “Mine,” and “so good,” and “perfect” and “mine.”

You also tried to keep your eyes open. But that was futile until he pleaded with you.

“Come on, baby. Let me see you. Open your eyes. So close. You gonna cum with me?”

All you could manage was to nod and rapidly blink your vision into focus.

Which is when he reached between you and heavily circled his fingers over your clit. Vision blurring again, it whited out at the corners. You dug your nails into his back, whimpering his name.

“There you are,” he said. “There’s my woman. Only mine.”

He kept moving.

You gave up trying to match rolling your hips to his pace. Ricky would be done when he was done with you. And that could be forever. But he wanted to see you.

Ricky’s hand gently settled at the base of your throat. The barest of squeezes helped you focus.

“Come on. Baby. Stick with me. Almost there.”

His grip tightened the closer he got. Your breath came out tighter and tighter. Each pant was shorter, desperate for air and his release.

As his pace statured, he let you go. Your whole body reacted to the influx of oxygen, and carried Ricky down into a spiral of relief. He did his best to not crush you underneath as his arms gave out. But you didn’t have a care in the living world. You were thrumming. And full of him. And glowing from the inside out. He heaved himself to one side, curling you into his embrace while you both caught your breath.

After a few minutes, Ricky got up for some running shorts. He came back with a warm towel, cleaning you up with a gentle tenderness. He also gently removed the snap-pants from under your body. Teasing, he tsked, “oh, no. You’ve made a mess of my runners.” He tossed the pants to one side and stood between your thighs. “I’m out of other things for you to wear. Whatever shall we do?”

You pushed him away so you could stand, if a bit wobbly at first. Staring him down, you tugged down his sweatshirt till it, barely, covered you ass. “We go over more paperwork.” You reached up to adjust his necklace so it didn’t hang sideways. He was close behind when following you back to the living room. And it didn’t take two hours the next time for him to lose composure and ravage you again.

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Stroke Daddy Knows Best

summary : You find yourself getting hot after watching one of Ricky's famous promos and he gives you something to suck on- pairing : ricky starks × afab!reader cw : mature, 18+, smut, fluff, oral (m!receiving), daddy dom kink if you squint a/n : It's been a long ass time since I wrote anything so please take it easy on me. 🖤 My writing is definitely not the best, but I hope some can enjoy it all the same. 😊 This is also my first time writing wrestling fanfiction. Reblogs are very much appreciated! No stealing my work! word count : 1,275 words tag list : @josiewrites gif credit : @allelitewrestlings

You watched Ricky Starks from backstage while he roasted Jericho on his promo. Tony Khan made you be Ricky's assistant for the time being, no matter how many times you told Tony it wasn't a good idea because of the the sexual tension which seemed to build between you and Ricky recently.

Tony had told the two of you that you would make for a cute couple but you were always shy compared to Ricky, so he had you work together and your confidence seemed to boost the more time you spent at AEW and with Ricky.

Sitting upon a crate backstage in the catering area, you crossed your legs while opening up bottled water.

Taking a big sip from the bottle, you looked up at the tv screen a few feet away.

Some of the other talent sat around eating, one person in particular took a seat next you but you couldn't really make out who it was just by glacing from the corner of your eye.

While watching Ricky's promo, you were used to his usual antics but when he tugged at the Gucci belt and said, 'But if you're looking for something to suck...' Your cheeks went from their usual shade to a pink hue.

A chuckle fell from your lips when watching JAS look disgusted, but your reaction was the complete opposite.

You spit the mouthful of water on the person sitting a few inches away from you who turned out to be MJF, soaking his suit.

This caused you to laugh even more but your cheeks were still flushed all from Ricky's promo who managed to get you all hot and bothered.

You splashed some of the water on your face but it only made things worse. To make things even more worse, Ricky was wrapping up his promo and he would be back any moment now.

MJF seemed a bit mad about his suit being soaked but also wanted to make fun of you, "Oh, poor Y/N. Spitters are quitters, you'll never have a chance with Ricky." He remarked with a scoff.

The New Orleans Native made his way toward catering. Taking a few breaths you managed to look less pink, but your cheeks still had a slight tint to them. You and Ricky had made lunch plans today, wanting to grab a bite to eat soon.

Your stomach began to grumble when walking away from MJF, thinking a few bites of food wouldn't hurt. Before you even made it to the catering table you felt yourself being grabbed from behind.

"Let me go before I give you a low bl-" Not having the chance to finish your sentence, you heard an all too familiar voice. Ricky. "Low Blow, Hm? So you did watch my promo then?" He teased, lifting you up off your feet.

You punched Ricky playfully, "Maybe."

"What can I say? You look absolutely stunning all dressed up. I'd love for you to tie me up with that Gucci belt of yours and fuck me relentlessly." You whispered in his ear, "Of course after I suck you good, my appetite is quite big."

Ricky licked his lips, "Y'know what else is big too, babygirl?"

You bit your lower lip, "Stroke Daddy's dick?"

He nodded, "Shall we take this back to my locker room and then go for lunch afterwards?"

"Of course, handsome."

One of your arms wrapped around his waist and the other gently rested on his neck.

"I never actually imagined this happening between the two of us. Even our own boss joked we would make for a cute couple. To think a year ago I was nervous to even say hi to you and now I'm hardcore crushing-" The words spilled from your lips.

"I'm so happy you decided to come over to this company, Y/N. You brighten everyone's day with your smile. Especially mine. I know you were hesitant of working with me at first but I'm happy to hear you have a crush on me - gosh, we sound like kids in junior high. Y/N, I have eyes for only you." He looked into your eyes before placing a kiss upon your cheek.

Moments later, the two of you reached his locker room and he set you down on your feet gently.

He locked the door and made sure you were comfortable before doing anything at all.

You were the first to slightly open your mouth and taste his lips with your tongue, encouraging him to let you in. Ricky opened his mouth soon after, as his tongue began to explore your warm mouth.

He sent shockwaves through your body, oh, how this man could make you feel such things from a kiss, was beyond you, but you loved every minute of it. Feeling a little bolder, you moved your hands from around his waist and began to take off his shirt which was tucked into his pants.

"Haven't you heard of the term, ladies first?" Ricky questioned with a smirk before pulling at the ends of your t-shirt, "May I?" With a swift nod of your confirmation, Ricky gently pulled the shirt over your head before peppering kisses along your neck.

Ricky's long sleeve shirt was discarded on the floor, revealing his muscular chest.

Ricky had revealed your extremely lacy bra, he licked his lips when seeing your nipples strain to tear out of the fabric. His face lit up when you stepped out of your shorts, revealing a matching thong.

The New Orleans Native wanted to put on a small show for you so he told you to take a seat on his sofa. With a gentle chuckle you closed your eyes for a brief moment and upon opening them you came to see Ricky doing his signature pose in boxers.

"You're such a goofball, but that's why I like you."

He grinned before walking over and pulling you into another kiss, "I like you too, Y/N. So much."

You both briefly took a breath of air before kissing again, then looking up at Ricky with seductive eyes as he gave you a gentle nod of permission.

You were quick to move your hand lower on his body, then finally cupping his growing erection.

"Oh", Ricky let out a moan as he bit down at his lower lip, to keep from being any louder. You slowly licked down his chest to his stomach and then lower, getting down on your knees. 

Looking up at him with hooded eyes, you hooked your fingers at the hem of his boxers and slid them down freeing his erection. Looking up in his eyes the whole time you lowered your mouth onto his cock. Ricky watched you wantonly and took a large gasp when he felt the velvet warmth of your mouth surrounding his cock.

His hands entangled into your hair, as he let out an unexpected moan while you took his entire member in, sucking on him lovingly. 

Ricky began to pant in pleasure as you continued to suck his length, making the 'pop' noise each time you would bob your head up and down on his cock.

You could tell Ricky was getting close just by the sheen of sweat covering his body as you moaned around his cock. You gagged on his length just to tease him which threw him over the edge.

You looked up at Ricky as he came in your mouth, swallowing soon after, and sticking your tongue out. Ricky then pulled you in for one of the sloppiest kisses ever, mumbling against your lips, "Now it's time for Stroke Daddy to please his queen."

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*Fans self from the heat* *dies from the cuteness*

You Are The Best Thing That’s Ever Been Mine

Pairing: Ricky Starks x female!reader

Category: Fluff/Light Smut

Word count: 1,512

Summary: When your boyfriend, Ricky Starks comes home a day early, you’re surprised and even more surprised with the gift he brings you. You want to show him just how much you love and missed him, and Ricky can’t say no to you and your loving.

Warnings: Swearing, light smut, female reader but no description of reader

Requested by: @rubyred1980 Hope you enjoy it! ❤️

You can find the original request post here!

A/N: Since you let me pick, I chose Ricky Starks because I’ve been on a Ricky kick lately, and I’ve also wrote a couple for Wheeler Yuta, and I only have one fic for Ricky. Also, yes I did title this after a line in Taylor Swift’s song Mine.

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Music was blaring from your phone as you cleaned — more like putting on a concert for your invisible audience. Using the broom as a microphone, you belted out the lyrics to your favorite song all while dancing around the living room. With every song that came on, you fell deeper and deeper into your own little world, not noticing the sound of a car pulling up in the driveway or the jingling of keys as the front door opened.

Ricky had pulled a few strings and made a few promises in order to come home a day earlier than originally planned, but it was worth it, especially when he entered the house only to see you singing and dancing like you were a superstar. In Ricky’s eyes, you were — even if you disagreed. He stood in the doorway of the living room, smiling ear to ear and watching you put on the show of a lifetime. He couldn’t fathom how he got so lucky.

You jumped, heart stopping momentarily when you finally turned around to see Ricky leaning against the doorframe. “Please continue. I’m enjoying the show, baby.” Ricky grinned as he gestured for you to continue with your performance.

Once the realization of Ricky really and truly being home sank in, you dropped the broom and rushed to him. You threw your arms around his neck, burying your face in the crook of his neck. “I missed you.” You mumbled.

Ricky wrapped one arm around your waist while he cradled the back of your head with his free hand. He had his face buried in the crook of your neck as well. “I missed you too, love.” He whispered.

You gently pulled back to look Ricky in the eyes, those beautiful dark brown eyes that you always get lost in. “Wait….. I thought you weren’t coming back until tomorrow?” You questioned as it hit you he was home a day early. “Not that I’m complaining, I’m just confused.” You clarified, not wanting him to think you didn’t want home him so soon.

Ricky chuckled. “Don’t worry about it, beautiful. All it took was a few promises.” He shrugged, leading you to the couch. “Here, sit. I brought you a surprise. You’re gonna love it!” Ricky exclaimed. He couldn’t wait for you to see his gift. As soon as he saw it, he knew he had to get it for you, it practically screamed your name.

“But wait, Ricky. What promises did you have to make?” You called after him, but it was too late, he was already out of the room and digging through his bag. You didn’t expect Ricky to get you anything — you never do, but he always does even if it is just a keychain from a gas station.

“Close your eyes! And no peaking!” He yells once he finally finds the little box containing your surprise. He couldn’t wait to see the look on your face when you open the box.

You two have been together for almost four years, and neither one of you could be any happier. There was instantly a connection between the two of you when you met all those years ago — not exactly the whole love at first sight cliché but something else.

You covered your eyes with your hands like Ricky asked. “Wanna give me a hint?” You asked, hearing his footsteps approaching. You were indifferent to surprises, on one hand you liked them because it meant whoever was surprising you thought about you, but on the other you didn’t like them because you got anxious about it — what if you didn’t like it or what if it was expensive? You hated people spending a bunch of money on you, and regardless how often you told Ricky, he always replied with telling you that you were worth every penny.

You felt the couch dip beside you, indicating Ricky had joined you. “Okay. Open your eyes.” You heard him say softly.

Removing your hands from your eyes and opening them, you see a small box in his hands. You gasped, pausing momentarily before turning to look Ricky in the eyes. “Ricky…. What is this?” You cautiously ask.

“Open it and find out!” Ricky urges. His reaction makes you think he’s more excited than you are — and he one hundred percent is.

“Okay! Okay!” You laugh, giving in and opening the small box. You gasp once more, seeing the beautiful bracelet he bought for you. It was a silver charm bracelet with the cutest music inspired charms on it. You couldn’t take your eyes off it. “Oh Ricky…. I love it!” You exclaimed after a minute, finally trusting your voice to speak. You were overwhelmed with emotion, a huge smile on your face and watery eyes. Looking up at Ricky, you see his smile matches yours, and with no hesitation, you pull him in for a love filled kiss — the first kiss since he’s come home.

Slowly breaking the kiss, Ricky clips the bracelet on your wrist. “I know how much you love music — singing, writing, playing, dancing, all of it. Your personal concerts are my favorite.” He fondly recalls the countless memories. “What do you say we put on some music, and I’ll be your backup singer and backup dancer?” Ricky suggested, standing and flipping through his phone to his music app and pressing shuffle.

To both your surprise, a slow love ballad comes on. Giggling and feeling like the luckiest woman in the world, you stand and wrap your arms around him, pulling him close. Ricky wraps his arms around you as well and begins to sway the both of you. As the song continues, it builds and soon Ricky’s twirling you around the room. No slow dance is complete without a dip, and no dip is complete without a kiss.

Helping you back upright, your eyes lock with Ricky’s. “Kiss me again, but this time, don’t stop.” You whisper, your face mere inches from his. You never have to tell Ricky more than once to kiss you. He always says your kiss are addictive, and he can never get enough. You always said the same thing about his kisses too.

Ricky crashed his lips against yours in a love filled kiss. You quickly reciprocated, not wasting another second. You pull Ricky closer to your body as you wrap your arms around his neck. You feel Ricky’s hands roaming over your back before settling on your ass as your tongues fight for dominance.

Reluctantly pulling away from him, you give him the best sultry look you can muster before turning around in his arms to grind your ass against his cock. You smirk when you hear his breath hitch and a low moan escape his lips. Ricky tilted his head towards your neck, peppering it with kisses, making sure to pay extra attention to that sensitive spot where your neck meets your shoulders. His kisses trail across your shoulder, and his fingers dance down towards your pussy. You're just getting wetter by the second, and you can feel Ricky getting harder by the second.

“Let’s move this to the bedroom.” You say, grabbing his hands and pulling him along down the hall.

“Thought you’d never ask.” Ricky teased, eyes never leaving your ass as he followed behind you.

Once in the bedroom, your lips are on Ricky’s, hands roaming all over one another before finally reaching the bed. Ricky makes quick work of removing your clothes and his too. He gently pushes you on the bed and climbs on top of you. “Let me show you how much I’ve missed you.” Ricky smirks, trailing kisses down your body.

“Not so fast.” You tell him, grabbing his arms to get his attention. “I wanna show you how much I’ve missed you first.” You say, giving him your best seductive look. “On your back.” You lightly demand.

Ricky groans at your demand, clearly you’ve discovered something new about him that you will definitely use in the future. “Yes ma’am.” He complies and follows your order.

Once on his back, you crawl up him, leaving kisses here and there. “Much better.” You whisper in his ear. “Just relax, babe. You’ll love what I have planned.” You wink, sliding down his body and settling in between his legs.

“Oh fuck.” Ricky moaned at the sight, knowing just what he was in for. He was no stranger to receiving oral from you, and he knew from experience that you knew what you were doing, leaving him completely blissed out once you finally finished.

“When I’m done, you can do whatever you want to me. I think that’s more than a fair trade, don’t you?” You said, before gently kisses the tip of cock.

“Yes… oh fuck, yes it is.” He groaned, head falling onto the pillow.

“Get comfortable, babe. I’m going to be here for a while.” You inform him, hearing his breathing instantly become heavy at your words.

Ricky was in for the night of his life, and he was glad it was with you.

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[mrsarcherofinfamy]

●Ricky Starks x Reader●

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*Ricky's POV*

There she is. The love of my life. My beautiful wife. Standing across from me as her, her dad Billy Gunn and The Acclaimed just interrupted me and Big Bill's interview. Billy has his arm around her neck on her right and Caster is standing on her left with Bowens right next to him. She points at Bill as Renee puts the microphone up to her mouth.

"You may be gigantic and muscular but you got no brains in that head. And you."

She points at me and I raise my eyebrow looking at her.

"You are...... you."

She makes a disgust face on the second you. I roll my eyes than look back at her.

"You better hold those tag titles very tightly because on Sunday at Full Gear, my boys, The Acclaimed, will be taking those titles."

She smirks and Billy leans forward looking at Ricky.

"See you than."

They all turn and walk away. I sigh and look up at Bill. The camera cuts off and Renee thanks us for our time.

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*Sunday at Full Gear*

*Y/N's POV*

After successfully retaining my AEW Women's championship earlier in the night, I change into my black ring gear. I fix my shorts and my top before putting a "Scissor Me Daddy Ass" shirt on. I fix my kickpads than walk out of the bathroom, seeing Bowens and Caster sitting on the couch and my dad pacing back and forth. He looks over at me and smiles.

"That outfit never gets old!"

"Thanks dad!"

Bowens and Caster stand up and we all head out to gorilla. I grab a microphone and hand it to Caster. We watch as Ricky and Big Bill are making their entrance. I feel a smile start forming on my face but I shake my head looking away from the TV so I don't get caught. The Acclaimed's music hits and we make our way out the tunnel to the top of the ramp. Caster starts his rapping as we walk down the ramp to the ring. I climb onto the ring apron looking at Ricky smirking and wave my fingers at him. He blows me a kiss and I make a disgust face getting off the apron. I walk over to our corner and the match begins.

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The guys have given their all in the match and I am standing on the outside trying to get a chair from under the ring. The referee has been taken out as I slide the chair into the ring and climb into the ring. I lift the chair up and go to hit Big Bill in the back when Bowens comes back into the ring standing infront of me.

"No! Don't do that. We don't need your help. We got this."

He turns to his back towards me and goes to hit Bill when I lift the chair smacking him straight in the back. The crowd starts booing and Bill looks at me shocked as I throw the chair out of the ring. He covers Bowens and the referee comes back into the ring hitting the one, two, three. Ricky and Bill retain their tag titles. Billy comes into the ring and gets in my face.

"What was that about Y/N?! You are my daughter! Why would you do that?"

Ricky comes into the ring, stands next to me putting his arm around my neck. I hold up my hand showing my wedding ring and Ricky puts his hand up showing his.

"I'm a Starks now. Not a Gunn."

Billy looks at us shocked when Bill hits him in the back and we start attacking them and The Acclaimed. After they are beat up, we stand over them holding up the tag titles.

Finally on my husband's side.

[wwenhlimagines]

#1 from fall fluff prompts with ricky starks x female reader?? like he makes their first (outdoor) date and then the rain hits but our boss ass bitch baddie reader finds something to do inside to make up for the date??

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I stood in front of my mirror, fidgeting with my hair and outfit when I heard a knock at my front door. I grabbed my phone and purse and made my way to the door, excited to finally go on a date with Ricky. We have been best friends for a while, and although we have gone on coffee dates, I know he actually put effort into planning this date so it feels extra special. I open the door to see him smiling, holding a little teddy bear.

I smile as he hands me the bear, and I cuddle it into my chest quickly. "When I was at the store getting everything, I saw that little guy, and I thought of you. Cute and cuddly, well when you want to be."

I set the bear down on the table by my front door before turning back to give him a hug. "Thank you, Ricky. That's so sweet of you. Now, how about we get this date on the road?"

He takes my hand after I lock the door, and we walk to his car before he opens my door for me. "Your chariot, m'lady."

I get in the car and wait for him to walk around and get into the driver's seat before leaning over, kissing his cheek. "Why, thank you, kind sir."

He dramatically shivers as if my kiss electrocuted him. I smile and try to look in the backseat to see what he had planned. "Nu huh nosey, it's all in the trunk. You just have to wait."

I sigh and turn back to face the road as he pulls out of my neighborhood. His right hand comes to rest on my left knee, and he gently squeezes it reassuringly. I let my hand rest on top of his for a moment before he intertwines our fingers and brings my hand up to kiss the back of it. If I wasn't already smitten with this man, he was making sure I had no doubts going into this date.

We drive for a few minutes before he pulls up to a park I used to go to with my friends growing up. We get out of the car and we grabs a cooler and some blankets out of his trunk before grabbing my hand again and leading me over to a secluded part on a hill where he lays one blanket down and wraps the other one around our shoulders as we sit down. "How did you know about this park?"

He smiles sheepishly as he starts pulling some sandwiches, chips, and drinks from the cooler. "I may or may not have searched through your Facebook and Instagram for ideas."

"You stalker... I'm glad you did because I haven't been here in a few years."

He smiles proud of himself as I start to eat my sandwich. We talked a bit as we ate before we saw the sky get darker and everyone running back to their cars. "I swear I checked the weather forecast, and it wasn't supposed to rain until later."

I giggled lightly as I grabbed my stuff and the blanket around my shoulders while Ricky collected everything else. "Well, welcome to my hometown. The weather has its own plans sometimes."

We get back to the car, and he groans before looking over at me. "I'm so sorry the date got ruined, I had so much planned, but it was all outside activities."

I see how much he is internally beating himself up about it, and I decide to place my hand on his cheek and pull him into a kiss. We both relaxed into the kiss as our lips molded together perfectly. I pulled back, and he instinctively tried to follow my lips, but I rubbed my thumb across his cheek soothingly. "How about we go back to my place and maybe do some more of that?" He smiles before quickly buckling his seatbelt and driving away from the park at a not so safe speed.

Back at my house, we quickly run inside and I offer to put his clothes in the dryer. "Are you just trying to see my naked?"

I roll my eyes as I quickly find some oversized sweats and a shirt that I like to sleep in. "You basically wrestle naked, so there isn't much left to see."

He laughs as he takes off his flannel and changes into the shirt. "I wouldn't be smack talking before you see the goods if I were you."

I blush and walk into my closet to change into a shirt and sweats as well. I walk back out and see he is changed and standing awkwardly in the kitchen with the cooler on the counter. I offered him something to drink and as I was getting my water I got an idea. "Since you had planned the date at a place that reminded me of my childhood, how about we make a fort and you can tell me what we would have done?"

He thinks for a second, "I'm going to save the details to surprise you at a later date, but I'm down to make a fort."

I squeal with excitement as I round up all of the blankets and pillows in the house before bringing them to the living room. Ricky has moved a few things around in the living room, so we have room for our fort, and he smiles, seeing me almost falling over trying to carry everything at once. "Why didn't you ask for help Y/N?"

I groan as I throw everything down into the middle of the living room. "I'm a strong, independent woman, and I don't need help carrying blankets and pillows."

He laughs and looks behind me "Well Miss Independent, you seem to have dropped a few on your way over here."

I groan about to go pick them up when he rushes past me and start gathering the rest of the blankets and pillows. I had started setting up the base when I felt a pillow hit the back of my head. I look up to see him quickly look away as if nothing happened before grabbing my own pillow and hitting him in the stomach. We have a mini pillow fight for a few minutes giggling and throwing harmless insults at each other until we get tired.

"We need to make our fort so we can lay down and rest from our pillow fight."

"Fine, but if you slap my butt again, I'm not helping you build it."

"Oh, come on, you love showing your ass."

"Right now, I do, but maybe I'll be more discreet and leave it all for you from now on."

My heart flutters knowing that he already sees us as a serious couple. A couple minutes later, our fort has been built, and we crawl inside. We sit down and lean back against the couch as we take it all in from the inside. His arm wraps around my shoulder and pulls me closer before he pulls the same move of placing a hand on my cheek to pull me into a kiss.

This time, we let ourselves get lost in the kiss for quite a while. Soft caresses and tongues tease each other as we test out the waters of the intimacy we haven't known before as best friends.

I was about to straddle him when he pulled back and rested his forehead against mine, and we took heavy breaths smiling at each other.

"Y/N, you have been my rock for so long. Always helping me get back up when I get knocked down and humbling me when I get too cocky. I have wanted this since the first day I met you, but I was scared you would reject me given my 'fuckboy' energy. We have the best time together, and you are truly my best friend. Will you make me even happier and also be my girlfriend?"

I smiled and let the tears that welled up from his confession fall down my cheeks as I quietly squeaked out, "I'd love to."

Our lips meet again in a much more passionate kiss and I take my chance to straddle him and lean into his chest as I wrap my arms around my boyfriend's neck and show him how appreciative I am of him and our blossoming relationship.

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[thesupreme316]

hiiiiii I hope you have a amazing day,

I was wondering how the Aew boys react if someone try to use you against them like during the matches with them or in backstage with them busy with a other match ( like the attacker interrupt the match to show you being attacked) , I hope this makes sense 😭

i gotchuuuuu sweetheartttt

AEW Stars React To: You Being Attacked by Their Opponents

Pairings: Kenny Omega X Reader, Ricky Starks X Reader, Hook X Reader, Darius Martin X Reader, Nick Wayne X Reader, Daniel Garcia X Reader, Eddie Kingston X Reader

Word Count: 1.2K

Supreme Speaks: Thanks to anon for this request (YALL KEEP EM COMING), this was really fun and a little bit different than how I typically post these. please know that you are loved and appreciated

Warnings: ANGST and fluff but ANGST, GIFS are NOT mine, not proofread

Taglist: @hooks-martin @hookerforhook @wwenhlimagines @eddie-kingstons-wifey @triscillal @cassie0sstuff @sheinthatfandom

**Every person has their own backstory (in a wrestling world where I am a fantastic booker/producer) and the person who attacked them are in ()**

Eddie Kingston (BCC)

This happened during Eddie’s match against Christian Cage

Eddie didn’t want you out there in fear that Christian might rizz you up (or even Luchasurus no judgment)

So as he’s about to finish the match; the titantron shows up with you on the floor as Wheeler Yuta and Claudio tower over you

Eddie goes berserk; he no longer cares about the match; fuck the match

He leaves the match to rush to your aid with a kendo stick; whacking and cursing anyone who dares get in the way

He gets to you and hits Claudio and Wheeler as they run away; he holds you with so much care and curses himself out too

“Fuck Claudio and his Yorkie bitch! Fuck, I should have kept an eye on you doll. I’m sorry, it’s my fault”

Legit feels bad about the situation (it almost reduces him to tears) as you are put in an ambulance

Looks at Mox and says “You betta pray that she’s okay or Renee won’t be able to recognize her husband”

Darius Martin (Kingdom)

Okay hear me out; the Kingdom attacks you and then throws you on stage during Darius’ match to distract him

He looks at Action Andretti and Matt Sydal as they tell him to check on you; Darius goes with you backstage as doctors check on you

He’s silent….which is unusual and almost unsettling for you; he’s really taking everything to heart and is angrily simmering

“I’m so sorry that they dragged you into my mess, but I promise I will fix this”

He really feels remorseful about everything and certainly disappointed with himself that he allowed this to happen

Next week; he comes out with a chair and whoops ass

But I think he would go so far to the point where Andretti and Matt have to come out and say stop

He calms down and sits with you backstage for the rest of the show (he prolly will never take his eyes off you again)

Hook (Jack Perry)

Mans is fucking up everyone in sight

Bad enough that Jack took his title and refused to give him a rematch; so Hook is wrestling a jobber

As Hook has his opponent in the Redrum; Jack pops up on the screen with Anna Jay who is just choking you out (wish it was me)

Hook keeps the submission on long enough for the bell to ring before zooming backstage; just as Anna and Jack getaway

He is livid and starts throwing people left and right until he realizes that you are still on the ground

I think he feels exposed at the fact you were attacked cause he really does care about you

He helps you up and is visibly upset; vows to get revenge but then has a better idea

Two weeks later; he returns with you in tow and you two start WHOOPING THOSE TRICKS (to the point where the FTW championship is on the line in a tag team match; ex Edge and Kelly Kelly vs Dolph Ziggler and Laycool)

Nick Wayne (Swerve)

THIS SWEET BABY

He honestly doesn’t know what to think (and what he did to deserve Swerve hating him so much)

I feel like as soon as he sees your unconscious self on the screen, he would immediately dash backstage (like Eddie)

He would run up to your body “Y/N! Are you okay?” Before getting attacked by Swerve and AR Fox; who would then be run off by Best Friends

As he falls to the ground and when he wakes up, Nick would think that he’s a failure (DESPITE NOTHING IS HIS FAULT)

It would really take you constantly reassuring him that he was fine and nothing is his fault

“Yeah sure, but if I can’t protect you from attacks; then what kind of a man and wrestler am I?”

Like Darius, Nick would never allow you to leave his sight

Not until he ended this feud with Swerve

Kenny Omega (Will Ospreay)

Kenny would be that person who would just fill his mind continuously

During his match against Jon Moxley (sorry), The United Empire shows up with you about to go through a table

He turns his attention as Jon rolls him up and wins; Kenny immediately runs to the back

The Bucks attack the group and you are dropped on the floor (not through the table); you have no injuries

As he approaches backstage, mans is worried and anxiety has filled his body

Subconsciously declares war with Opsreay and will allow guilt to take over his mind

“I swear to you that Ospreay, that son of a bitch, will pay for this shit. And he will literally pay for your therapy (bitch take the free therapy plz)”

So much to the point where he’s not smiling anymore and treats every match like a deathmatch

Tbh, as long as Will shows up, Kenny will attack him without fail

Ricky Starks (CM Punk/The Factory)

OKAY LISTEN TO ME I believe that CM Punk would do some fucked up shit (as a true heel)

So during after Ricky’s match on Collision (who hasn’t seen you all night), Punk would show the footage of you being attacked by The Factory

But then he would say; “but that was earlier tonight”

And then BAM Punk attacks Ricky from behind and leaves him the ring

Ricky is upset at himself for not recognizing that you were missing all night and mad that he allowed Punk to attack him and you

Immediately checks on you and apologizes profusely

“I’m so sorry; I should have noticed, I should have made sure you were beside me-” “Ricky, you have been saying I’m sorry for the past hour” “Because I am!”

Would cut a vicious promo on Punk that embarrassed and angered him at the same time

Vows to get his revenge and starts it by attacking Punk

Daniel Garcia (Chris Jericho)

OKAY WOULD LOVE TO DO A POST ON HOW I WOULD BOOK DANNY’S EXIT FROM JAS

Danny is on the verge of leaving the JAS due to differences and Chris’ power trips, and you are his escape from it all

Chris knows this and tries to use it to his advantage; he tries to talk to you about Danny and keeping him in the JAS

To which you disagree and say it’s his decision; to which he got angry….and to which he may or may not have hit you with the baseball bat (CAUSE HE’S A JACKASS)

All of this was shown during Daniel and Sammy’s tag team match; Danny immediately jumped down from the apron (essentially leaving Sammy hanging) and ran to the back

He would be so angry that he would quit the JAS right then and there

Time skip, you were okay; when Danny told you the news, you were happy but you wouldn’t show it to him, asking him if he was sure

“Y/N, your safety, and well-being is more important to me than Jericho’s trash ass club. And it always will be.”

The following weeks are filled with confrontations until Daniel joins the BCC (who are not complete assholes in this universe)

HES FREE

Thank you for coming to my TedTalk

[multi-fandom-things730]

Ricky Starks Saves The Day

Summary: Ricky refuses to watch his ship fall apart, and makes it his mission to get Y/N and Hook back together.

Warnings: angst, cussing, arguing, drinking, implied smut, fluff, lil bit of spice

A/N: I hope you guys enjoy this imagine!!!!! All the support on my last one has been SO amazing and I cannot express how grateful I am for it!!!!🥹🥰 I love all of you so so so so much!!!!! And once again, a special shoutout to my bestie @99hook !!!!! Ilysm bestie and thank you!!!!🧡🤍 If it wasn’t for you I wouldn’t be posting this🥹🩷

It was never a good idea to spew words without thinking them through while you're both furious.

Because when the feelings of anger fade, you are left with nothing but sadness and immense regret.

This was something Hook learned a little too late.

All Y/N wanted was for him to spend a little more time with her, and neither of them could even remember why it escalated like it had. But it did.

And then Hook decided to blurt that he thought it might be better for them to break up.

Now both of them were miserable, and everyone could see it.

But Hook was too nervous to approach Y/N, as she had avoided him entirely since that night.

And Y/N had been avoiding him because seeing him made her so sad.

It was just a cycle of sadness, that all of their friends were sick and tired of seeing them be stuck in.

Enter Ricky Starks; who made it his mission to get them back together.

He loved both Hook and Y/N dearly, and just wanted them to be happy. He wasn't gonna sit back and watch true love go to waste.

But at that same time, Y/N had decided enough moping was enough.

And with some encouragement from her best friend Kris Statlander, she found herself considering dating again.

So when Ricky walked into catering and plopped down next to the two women, their conversation almost gave him heart palpitations.

"I'm telling you Y/N, the best way to get over a guy is to get under another" Kris smirks.

Ricky starts choking on his food, making Y/N's eyes widen and she pats his back. "Are you ok Ricky?"

"Y-Yeah" he croaks out, clearing his throat. "You know, personally, I don't really agree with that philosophy"

Kris raises an eyebrow at him. "Oh yeah? And what would you suggest?"

"Um," Ricky falters, unsure of what to say. "I, uh… maybe some ice cream?"

"I like his idea way more" Y/N immediately says.

Ricky feels momentary relief, before Kris scoffs. "Ignore him. Look, just give it a try. Once you go out with another guy, you may realize that you don't miss him as much as you think"

Ricky cringes, as he can tell Y/N is considering it.

"But who would I even go out with?" She asks after a moment.

This makes Kris perk up. "Take your pick hon. I mean, honestly, have you seen yourself?"

"I don't know" Y/N sinks in her chair.

"Hey Y/N" She looks up when she hears her name and sees Darby Allin approaching them.

"Hey Darby, what's up?" She asks with a smile.

"Do you remember that one night you did my face paint when the makeup artist had an emergency and had to leave?" He asks nervously, rubbing the back of his neck.

"Yeah" Y/N answers.

"It's just.. the way you did it was really cool and I wanted to ask if you'd do it again?" He rushes out.

Y/N grins. "Of course I will!"

She sits her plate down and waves goodbye to Ricky and Kris. "I'll see you guys later"

With that, she walks off with Darby.

Ricky scoffs at the pleased look on Kris' face.

This causes Kris to raise an eyebrow. "What?"

Ricky shrugs. "Nothing"

Kris narrows her eyes at him. "Oh hell no! You wanna get her and Hook back together! That’s why you said all that stuff!"

"So what if I do?" Ricky challenges. "Her and Hook are true love! Hook made a stupid mistake, and he wants to fix it"

"Too bad" Kris immediately snaps back. "She is just getting better, and I'll be damned if I let you bring her down again"

"I ain't gonna bring her down!" Ricky defends. "I wanna reunite her with the love of her life!"

Kris scoffs. "I'll believe Hook is sorry when he starts showing it. Until then, expect me to run interference on whatever little plan you have cooked up"

Ricky leans back in his chair with a groan as Kris walks off.

It's then that Hook enters, and raises an eyebrow at the exasperated look on his friend's face. "What's wrong with you?"

Ricky glares at him. "I'm gonna punch you"

"There! All done!" Y/N grins.

Darby opens his eyes and smiles widely when he looks in the mirror. "It looks amazing! Thanks Y/N"

"My pleasure" she smiles back, leaning down to hug him from behind.

He puts his hands on top of her’s and leans back into her. "I have a question"

"Hmm?" Y/N hums.

"Would you like to go out after the show?" Darby asks.

Y/N bites her lip. "Darby.. you’re a really great guy. I just... I don’t think I’m ready to date someone else yet. I’m sorry”

"No!" Darby exclaims. “Oh my gosh, I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to say it like that. Not go out like a date. I meant just go out as friends”

Y/N lets out a breath, and they both laugh. "Then I'd love to”

"Yes! You're going on a date!" Kris exclaims obnoxiously loud, making Y/N quickly shush her.

But the damage was done, and Ricky overheard Kris' yells.

Ricky's eyes widen, and he scrambles over to them. "So Y/N, a date, huh?"

"No! It's not-" Y/N tries to explain, but is cut off by Kris.

"It totally is" Kris grins. "Y/N and Darby are getting drinks after the show tonight"

With that, she grabs Y/N's shoulders and guides her away, and looks back to send Ricky a triumphant smirk.

Ricky scoffs and runs off down the halls to find Hook.

He finds him sitting on a crate in the hallway, and Ricky snatches the earbuds out of Hook's ears.

Hook looks up with a glare. "What the hel-"

"No time for pleasantries!" Ricky yells. "You need to get off your ass and apologize to Y/N! I know she still has feelings for you, she's told me! And you still love her! You're just too chicken to tell her that you’re sorry, and she's about to go on a date with Darby so you have officially run out of time! You need to go get your girl and live happily ever after! I'll be damned if Kris will beat me!"

Hook stands up with a scowl on his face. "She's going on a date with that little prick?"

Ricky frantically nods and exasperatedly yells “Yes!"

"Where?" Hook demands, causing a smirk to grow on Ricky's face.

"How do you know they're here?" Hook asks as Ricky pulls into a parking spot at a busy bar.

"I asked her. You know, like talking to her" Ricky deadpans, making Hook shoot him a glare.

"Now get out of my car, and don't come back until you've professed your love to her" Ricky demands.

Hook does get out of the car, and takes a deep breath before entering the building.

Y/N and Darby were tucked away in a booth near the back, talking and laughing without a care in the world.

Hook can feel his face flush when he sees what Y/N is wearing, in both anger and attraction. He knew Kris must have picked it because she always needed to be hyped up a little to wear that damn dress. It was the definition of that little black dress every guy loves. It was a short, fitted bodycon dress, with a bustier top and ruched detail on the skirt that accentuated her curvy waist and hips.

That damn dress made her look both classy and sexy all at once, and Hook wanted to go snatch Y/N away from Darby and take her back to his hotel room and have her all to himself.

It was then that Y/N noticed Darby staring at something over her shoulder.

“What’s wrong? You got quiet” She leans in close to speak in his ear so he can hear, and places her hand on top of his.

Darby hesitates before answering. “Hook just walked in, and he’s coming over here”

Y/N’s head snaps around, and she easily spots Hook making his way through the crowd towards them.

Before she can debate between jumping up and running, or hiding under the table, he’s standing in front of them. “Hey Y/N”

“Why are you here Tyler?” Y/N asks with an annoyed expression.

“Can we talk?” Hook replies, shooting a rude look at Darby which only pisses Y/N off more.

“She obviously doesn’t want to talk to you, man. And we’re busy right now, I’m sure you can talk some other time” Darby says, a clear edge to his tone.

“I wasn’t fucking talking to you Allin” Hook snaps.

“Darby, it’s fine” Y/N cuts in, trying to prevent a fight from breaking out.

But neither one of them listened, and Y/N buries her head in her hands when Darby stands up and gets chest to chest with Hook.

She can’t hear what they’re saying to each other over the music and people, but she scrambles to get between them when Hook’s face hardens after Darby pushes him back.

“Hey! Enough!” Y/N exclaims.

But the two just continue to glare at each other over her head.

She scoffs and rolls her eyes at their childishness before reaching down to snatch up her purse and storm out of the bar.

She walks a little ways down the road, before stopping when she realizes she left her coat as a chill runs through her body.

“You left this” she hears Hook’s nervous voice behind her.

She turns, and the scowl on her face softens when she sees the sad look on his.

She takes the coat he was holding out for her. “Thank you”

“You’re welcome” He answers, shuffling back and forth on his feet.

The two of them stand in awkward silence for a moment before Hook speaks up. “Do you need a ride to the hotel?”

Y/N thinks for a second; while she is mad at Hook for coming here and ruining her fun, she’s also mad at Darby for pushing Hook.

“It won’t just be you and me” He elaborates. “Ricky’s waiting for me in the car”

“Why’d you come here Tyler?” Y/N asks after a short moment of thinking.

“I..” Hook falters, scrambling for an excuse before finally realizing he just needs to tell the truth. “Because Ricky told me you and Darby were going on a date tonight”

“So you came to crash it?!” Y/N snaps.

“Seriously Tyler?! You’re so fucking childish” Y/N rants as she starts speed walking to the parking lot, Hook following close behind. “You broke up with me, but you still think you can control who I go out with?!”

Ricky glances over when he hears yelling, and cringes when he realizes it’s Y/N.

She swings the passenger door open and plops down in the seat, before crossing her arms and leaning her body towards the window.

“Hello Ricky” she grumbles as Hook climbs in the backseat.

“I do not think I have any sort of control over you Y/N” Hook insists. “I just-“

“You just what?!” Y/N interjects, whipping around in her seat to glare back at him.

“I didn’t want you to go out with someone else! But that doesn’t mean I think I have control over you!” Hook yells back.

Ricky lets out an overly dramatic sigh as he starts the car and pulls out of the parking lot.

This was totally not going to plan.

Ricky practically dives out of the car when they get to the hotel, as Y/N and Hook take their time; more concerned about arguing than getting out.

Taz, who was also just arriving at the hotel, stops short of entering when he recognizes the voices of Y/N and Tyler fighting.

He walks over to Ricky. “What the hell’s going on?”

“I heard that Y/N was going on a date with Darby, so I told Hook. Thinking back I wish I hadn’t. And then I found out where they were going and me and Hook went to crash their date so he could tell Y/N that he’s still in love with her. He went inside and the next thing I knew they came out arguing. They’ve been arguing ever since” Ricky rambles out the entire story.

Taz scoffs. “You two are idiots. In what world was crashing her date gonna do anything except piss her off?”

Ricky rubs the back of his neck. “Our world I guess?”

Then Hook gets out of the car, and he goes to open her door but she swiftly opens it herself. “I don’t need you opening my damn door Tyler! I’m more than capable of doing it myself! Just like I’m capable of deciding who I spend my fucking time with!”

“I never fucking said you weren’t!” Hook exclaims.

“Then why even go to the bar?! You still haven’t given me a straight answer!” Y/N fumes.

“Because I’m still fucking in love with you!” He finally exclaims, stopping Y/N in her tracks.

The two stand in silence for a moment, before Hook lets out a shaky breath. “I’m still so in love with you Y/N, ok?” His voice cracks, and tears well up in both of their eyes. “That’s why I went to the bar. Because the thought of you being with someone else makes me feel like someone is trying to rip my heart out of my chest. I know I fucked up that night Y/N. I was mad, and I was just spouting shit, and I caused myself to lose the most important thing in my life. And I know you’ll never fucking forgive me; I know how much I hurt you. And I fucking hate myself for it! And I know you deserve to move on, and I had no right to go there tonight. But- fuck Y/N! I don’t know how to come to terms with losing you! I can’t..”

Y/N stares at him for a moment, and Hook feels like his heart is going to beat out of his chest from the anxiousness coursing through his body.

But Y/N was using that moment to attempt and find the right words to say. “It wasn’t a date..”

Hook furrows his eyebrows in confusion. “What? Ricky said..”

“He just overheard Kris” Y/N elaborates. “She’s been trying to get me to go out again. But I couldn’t do it”

“Why not?” Hook dares to ask as she takes a step towards him.

She puts her hands on his tense arms and makes eye contact before answering. “Because I’m still in love with you. And no matter what mistakes you made, I know that no one else will ever make me feel the way I do for you”

And with that, Hook sweeps her up by her waist and hugs her as tight as he can. She lets out a relieved laugh, and hugs back just as tight.

He places her back on the ground, and their lips collide in a messy, but sweet and passionate kiss.

They only pull away from each other when they hear an obnoxiously loud cheer from Ricky, and they turn to face him and Taz with amused laughter.

“Sorry guys! I didn’t mean to break up your moment. I’m just so excited!” Ricky bounces up and down, and Y/N laughs again when she notices he has his phone out recording them.

“Why were you recording us, Ricky?” She asks with a giggle, as Hook leans down to kiss her head.

“Two reasons. One, I needed footage of my ship getting back together. And two, I gotta show this to Ms.Statlander! True love prevails!” He yells with a victorious grin, before running into the hotel to find Kris.

After Ricky’s gone, Taz approaches them and places a hand on Hook’s shoulder with a delighted smile. “I'm glad you two are working this out. I missed you being around Y/N”

She smiles back. “I missed you too Taz”

With that, Taz bids them goodnight and heads up to his room.

Hook places his hand on the small of her back and guides her inside.

He places one more chaste kiss on her lips. “Now that I can kiss you again I don't ever wanna stop”

“Then don’t” Y/N quips back with a cheeky smirk.

He grins down at her when she pecks his lips once again.

“I gotta get us checked in; but after that, your cute little ass is all mine mamas” he whispers lowly in her ear, and his hand trails down to sneakily grab her ass.

“It’s always been your’s” She giggles and stays tucked into his side as they head over to get checked in.

Hook talks to the desk clerk as she pulls out her phone after it buzzes in her pocket.

She laughs when she sees a message from Ricky.

It was a selfie he took of a rather pissed off Kris, and him grinning like a kid in a candy store.

She shows Hook as they’re walking towards the elevator, and he lets out a hearty laugh. “He better stop messing with her before she knocks him out”

When the elevator door opens, they quickly slip out as Hook’s hands start to trail up and down her body.

They get to the room, but as Hook swipes the key card the two of them look up when a yell echos through the hall.

“I told you to shut up Ricky!” They hear Kris yell, followed by more yells from Ricky.

Y/N goes to walk towards the screams, but Hook snakes his arm around her waist and pulls her into the room.

“Tyler!” Y/N chides, but her protests get caught in her throat when he presses her up against the door.

Their bodies are flush against each other, and Hook immediately dips his head down to start trailing kisses along her neck. “They aren’t our problem right now mamas. All I’m concerned with is reminding you how good it feels when I make you scream my name”

[missprincesse345]

His island queen 🌺🌺

Summary: what happens when the elite & rest of the Aew roster meet the only other important person in Chris Jerichos life in the most surprising way.

Pairing: Chris Jericho x younger wife reader ❤️

Warnings: mostly fluff

Y/n fatu ( face claim India Westbrook)

Her tattoos: left hand

Right hand:

Back piece:

Pov:

For the past couple weeks going into the new year Jericho & the elite have been dealing with the Bcc’s unruly actions against them since Chris beat yuta for the roh championship then the elite beating mox,Claudio and Bryan for the trio’s belts. The feud has been getting worse by the second from sneak attacks to down right intentionally causing physical harm not only to them but everyone else randomly for no reason it was getting ridiculous, which is why they challenged them to a street fight on rampage 2 weeks from now sick of their tactics.

“ This has to stop!!! Just because we beat them clean at the beginning of the new year those pricks wanna throw hissy fits and attack us left & right then going around randomly injuring others on the roster” Nick Jackson said snarling sitting down the boys and Chris just got back from their 5 man tag match against United empire ,kip sabian, and Ricky starks. Which of course ended in another attack by the bcc after the boys that got slightly bloody resulting in some of them getting stitches no thanks to that damn screwdriver they’ve been using.

Wincing putting the ice pack on his shoulder “ agreed this shit ends after new week can’t afford anyone else getting injured or attacked by them” kenny said closing his eyes all of them understand what it’s like to lose championships every now and then but what the bcc is doing isn’t it. “ especially coming from me being the first victim *points to eyepatch * try explaining to your 2yr old why daddy is wearing a eyepatch I’m not waiting when the day comes moment we walk out and hit the ring I’m attacking” hangman said joining kenny on the other couch holding his husband lovingly.

When feud first started hangman came out to save Kenny and the bucks from a beat down only for the bcc to hold him down and stab him in the eye while the rest were tied up let alone to beat up to help. “ can’t blame you besides they’ve had the belts for to long, Chris you good dude been quiet since we came back?” Matt said looking over at Jericho who was packing his bags silently fuming completely in his own world “ huh ? * looks over his shoulder * physically no mentally I’ll be fine *sighs * okay no I’m not okay!!!” He growled.

“ who the hell do they think they are just because regal trained them then of leaving them high dry all of them are above everybody else?! No just some wannabe house of black knockoffs” Chris said it was true though especially No thanks Bryan Danielson’s hypocrite delusional nonsense and fake propaganda crap. “ Acting like they’ve never lost before doing the most over the top bullshit I’ve seen come rampage all bets are off!!! The want batshit crazy that’s what we’re going to give them those stupid idiots are in for a rude awakening” he declared as the others agreed after this street Bryan & the Bcc’s actions are going to finally catch up to them.

- 2hrs later-

Chris and y/n’s house:

Waving goodbye thanking them for the ride Chris made it home god it feels good to say that during the whole feud he always looked forward to decompressing from all of it relaxing and being wrapped in the warmth nurturing love with the one person that always brings happiness and joy to his life just when he feels like he wouldn’t find it again.

Walking up the stairs then inside locking the door behind him Chris chuckled hearing Sade playing through the house on low then the smells of delicious food filling the room he was at peace, after playing with the dogs for a little bit he walked further into the house finding the source Chris smiled fondly leaning against the wall watching his flower moving their hips to the beat her siren honey vocals matching perfectly to the music how did he get so lucky.

Y/n’s outfit (all sets made by me) :

“ Now how did I miss this little performance? Let alone my own home?” He said teasingly startling the woman a little bit before chuckling as she smiled big walking over hugging him tightly greeting him with a loving kiss.

“ we’ll if you got back earlier than you’d have still been able to catch the whole performance” the mystery woman smiled rubbing his cheek before kissing him again “ how you feeling pain level 1 to 10?” She asked looking at the small stitches on his forehead. “ 5 so not too bad but right now I’m here so that’s all that matters, mm is that what I think it is?” He said looking at the meal she was preparing. “ yes now go get cleaned up it should be done when you come back downstairs” she giggled swatting his chest playfully.

Who was the mystery woman you ask?

Well she is not only Chris’s new wife but also well known in the wrestling world as Desiree parks but most people that know her personally especially her family she’s y/n fatu , yep that’s right she’s the usos baby sister and Roman Reigns baby cousin that wrestles under new Japan wrestling/stardom.

The two met mid 2022/23 at jeys birthday to which he was invited after word got out about his divorce from his ex wife who treated him badly and cheated on the twins wanted him there getting his mind off things. And have fun little did he know he’d find love again let alone true happiness in their baby sister as if it was a soulmate like force that brought them together.

*Flashback*

Even though he wasn’t really up for getting out of the house mingling with other people Chris was actually enjoying himself quite a bit maybe this what he needed “ hey man there’s someone we want you to meet if that’s okay?” Jimmy said joining him by the bar “ sure I don’t mind” Chris replied taking a swig from his beer.

“ cool uce , hey !!! Sis c’mere!!! * y/n turns around smiling softly hearing her brother * hey Chris this is our little sister y/n” jimmy said introducing her to Chris whom became hot and bothered instantly seeing the Carmel skinned goddess standing infront of him.

“ hi Chris nice to meet you nice to finally meet from all the stories and music the twins tell me about great to see the man himself” she said her voice like honey making him snap out of his haze. “ it’s nice to meet you I’ve seen some of your work too very amazing” he smiled shaking her hand watching her face blush a little everything was going to be okay he thought.

*Flashback over*

The two have been married for almost three years now having a private ceremony in early 2023.

Handing him his plate once he came back all washed up and clean they migrated to the living room and caught each other up on everything going on since sometimes she would be wrestling while he was touring. After dinner and dessert they relaxed on the couch watching a movie just wrapped in each others embrace towards the ending Chris looked down chuckling noticing she’d fallen asleep on his lap.

Smiling softly he just traced her cheek softly how did he end up finding himself a modern Wonder Woman a woman with a simple touch could calm him down or able to always look at situations from both perspectives fixing the problem easily without any hesitation. Beats him but one thing he does know is that no matter what he’ll always protect her.

He’s gonna win for her the nights of fear & worries will be over he hated seeing her terrified crying because of the painful physical state he come home to.

2 weeks later

It’s time the night everyone had been waiting for the Bcc we’re going face their actions but most importantly Chris was going to make them for bringing tears to his wife. He had her stay in the back with Brandi & Britt watching not wanting her to get hurt very little people know about y/n & his relationship it’s not that he was afraid of what people would think Jericho just wants that part of his life private.

Cause now or day’s people can get to you any form especially in their line of work.

The match was just getting brutal at this point both teams were pulling out all of the stops yet nobody could blame them Bcc’s actions had gone to far it was time they faced the music. Jumping slightly as Chris was slammed into the tacs Y/n silently prayed to herself watching her husband scream in pain “ his gonna be alright they all are” Brandi said rubbing her shoulders in comfort “ I know * sighs * just worried i mean get it but i still get scared when he gets hurt doing matches” y/n replied with a small smile she was no stranger to these kind of matches having done a few through out her career.

“ And you’re winners of this match the Elite & Chris Jericho!!!” They announced as the arena cheered loudly the whole building shaking with excitement and applause it was over the bcc’s reign of terror was over. Y/n let out breath of relief cheering watching Chris standing tall alongside the elite in victory both knew that the win was needed , as the boys close out the show with Britt & Brandi Chris was finally going to show the world his good luck charm to the world.

“ Now as you know that through out this whole feud we conquered and fought taking down the bcc tired of being attacked let alone disrespected right?” Chris chuckled as the crowd cheered. “ thank you cause you guys never once stopped giving us that energy to keep fighting through the terror , they caused but as you can see all of these amazing hard working people in this ring have their loved ones with them right now well I have a special person here tonight with me as well” he said smirking as the crowd got excited wondering who the mysterious person was.

“ she’s literally been my rock through this whole roller coaster of pain and craziness literally has been my light for a while now and till the day i die my heart,my bestfriend and god so much more probably going to kill for outing her * crowd laughs * so with out further ado let’s give her a warm welcome” he said pointing to the ramps.

The crowd goes crazy watching y/n walk out smiling big shaking her head walking down to the ring “ it’s Desiree parks !!! The immortal goddess!!!” Taz said in shock as Tony & Excalibur agreed in complete shock.

Getting in the ring with the help of the young bucks Chris pulled her into a tight hug rocking her softly before kissing her head holding her close “ yep this beautiful woman has been with me through it all especially during the lowest months in my life but there is one special title that not only she holds but a title very close to my heart ladies and gentlemen she’s my wife!!” he said watching her blush as the boys & crowd went crazy as she held her hand up showing off her wedding ring.

“ And with that being said Tonight will forever be the most important nights of my career!!” He said handing the mic over to the announcer pulling her into a deep loving kiss while everyone cheered & wolf whistles for the couple.

No matter what came his way long as he had his island queen by his side everything would be okay.

The end ( hope you guys enjoyed it

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Y/n’s outfit:

[lawnmowereater]

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LGBTQIA+ stories

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[justanoasisimagines]

Current Requests

Hey my lovelies, below is everything I have the intention to write. Please be paitent with me as some will get written quicker than others.

Dc;

-Oswald Cobb - Marriage Headcanons (Requested by @pinktree26)

Once Upon a time;

-Rumplestiltskin Drabble - Reader is a nanny to three children, her and Rumple meet up for a picnic (Requested by @twilightlover2007) -Killian Jones - Honeymoon Headcanons (Requested by Anon) -Killian Jones - Fic - Reader is under the sleeping curse placed on her by Rumple, Killian and the Charming's finally defeat him. Killian's kiss wakes her up proving they are each other's true love (Requested by Anon) -KIllian Jones - Fic - Reader has nightmares about a fiery room from the sleeping curse and Killian comforts her until eventually the nightmares go away (Requested by Anon)

Game of thrones;

-Robb Stark - Fic - Vampire!Reader, she has the power to talk to Greywind and other animals. Robb is her mate/ they meet when Robb is injured when he's hunting alone with only greywind at his side. Reader begins to visit Robb at night, she's kept as a secret. However, Robb begs her to turn him but she doesn't want him to be a 'souless monster (Requested by Anon) -Grenn - Fic - Reader is the only girl at the nights Watch and they have a secret relationship (Requested by Anon) -Set B - Preference - Your like Margery Tyrell (Requested by Anon) -Eddard "Ned" Stark - Fic - Reader is Ned's second wife and all the kids cling to her even Jon and Theon (Requested by @roselyhills) -Jorah Mormont - Fluff Alphabet (Requested by Anon)

House of the Dragon;

-Aegon II Targaryen - Fic - Blood and Cheese occurs but Reader manages to save the child and how they cope with it. (Requested by @roselyhills) -Harwin Strong - Fic - Targaryen Princess Reader (Requested by Anon)

Harry Potter;

-Student!Remus Lupin - Fic - Smitten with Reader; Staring at her longily, walking into walls. Sirius finds it funny. Silly and fluffy (Requested by Anon) -George Weasley - First date Headcanons with Hufflepuff!hyper/chaotic midsize (Requested by Anon)

Chicago Fire;

-Matt Casey and Kelly Severide - Fic - New relationship, relationship is private, they tell the whole fire station and they're happy. Reader has an accident, and the Intelligence Unit is involved. Kelly and Matt are horrified are when they find out. At the hospital, Connor and Will treat her, she's inhaled a lot of smoke and has bruises. She also doesn't remember who boyfriend is so Kelly and Matt have to explain to her it's both of them. (Requested by @maximeseveridecasey)

The Walking Dead

-Daryl Dixon - Fic - Not together yet, but Daryl likes Reader, and does all these sweet things for her, Daryl gets all shy when she thanks him and calls him sweet. One day he can't take anymore and kisses her. (Requested by @iheartdilfs1204)

AEW;

-Ricky Starks - Drabble. He has a sinus infection Reader takes care of him (Requested by Anon)

Shadow and Bone;

-King Nikolai Lanstov - Fic - Reader and him are expecting a child (Requested by Anon)

Mayans Mc;

-Miguel Galindo - Fic - Spending family time with their son Cristobal Reading. Fluffy, suggestive (Requested by @pear-1206) -Hank Loza - Continuation of the love letter (Requested by @encounterthepast)

Station 19;

-Jack Gibson - Fic - Reader is a trauma surgeon and she's overworking herself and neglecting her relationship. She's burnt out and it's difficult to watch. Angst/ with a happy ending (Requested by Anon)

[p0isonyouth]

request info <3

here's who i will write for. . .

stranger things ( eddie munson, steve harrington, robin buckley, hopper, jonathan byers + kids (aged up or fluff only) )

criminal minds ( spencer reid, aaron hotchner )

marauders era ( sirius black, remus lupin, james potter, severus snape )

golden trio era (harry potter, hermione granger, neville longbottom, charlie weasley, fred weasley, george weasley )

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celebrities ( joe keery, finn wolfhard, gaten matarazzo, maya hawke )

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what i write. . .

headcanons

bullet lists of a certain character(s), a group of characters, or chosen character x reader. these will be based off a prompt provided in the request!

imagines

chosen character(s) x reader. a mini fic based off of what is given in the request.

drabbles

chosen character(s) x reader. a small to medium-sized fic based on what is given in the request. these may have multiple parts.

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nsfw

sfw

some dubcon

certain kinks

character x reader

threesomes, foursomes

cheating

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Masterlist <3

started: 6/6/24

last updated: 6/12/24

total fics: 2

masterlist for my fics

• Who I write for:

Wrestling -

~ men:

AEW :

- hook

- Wheeler Yuta

- Daniel Garcia

- Nick Wayne

- Austin Gunn

- Colten Gunn

- Dante Martin

- Darius Martin

- Ricky starks

- Will Osprey

- MJF

- Swerve Strickland

- Darby Allin

- Adam Page

- Danhausen

- Eddie Kingston

- Griff Garrison

- Isiah Kassidy

- Jack Perry

- Katsuyori Shibata

- Kenny Omega

- Lee Moriarty

- Max Caster

- Orange Cassidy

- Powerhouse Hobbs

- Wardlow

WWE:

- Austin Theory

- Carmelo Hayes

- Dominik Mysterio

- LA Knight

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Outer banks-

~ men:

- John B Routledge

- JJ Maybank

- Rafe Cameron

- Pope Hayward

- Barry

Stranger things -

~ men:

- Steve Harrington

- Billy Hargrove

- Eddie Munson

( even if who u want to request isn’t on my list still ask bc I prob forgot ppl + these are the ppl im most comfortable writing for so I might still do people off the list < 3 )

How to request: go to my page and press the “ Hey 💋 ” button put 1. Who you want me to write for 2. What genre 3. U can go into detail if u want 🫶

(S)= smut

(A)= Angst

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AEW:

HOOK: Hooked on a feeling (F) (A) [ pt.1 ]

Nick Wayne the secret (F)

WWE:

OUTER BANKS:

STRANGER THINGS:

[sunflw3r]

sweaters & jo malone

non!idol ricky x non!idol male reader reader prns: he/him word count: 775 college!au fluff

ricky’s sweaters always smell like home

content warnings: mentions of making out (sfw), ricky pulling off readers sweater

unedited</3

(masterlist)

a/n: wait this was so cute hold on

happy birthday ricky<3

ricky’s sweaters always smelled like ‘wild bluebell’ jo malone. ricky didn’t even wear the perfume himself, but whenever y/n would pull one of his soft wool sweaters over his head, the scent calmed him. small, dainty flowers laying in his hair, ricky’s charismatic presence a stark contrast to his gentle nature.

it was the simple things in life. the things that kept y/n grounded were the smallest ones, them somehow the most important.

"flower, here." ricky smiled, passing a cream cashmere sweater to y/n, the soft fabric gentle against the skin of y/n's hands. "thank you." y/n mumbled, his arms pulling the soft fabric over his tank top, calming the shivering of his shoulders. his skin, littered with goosebumps and soft purple marks, now hidden under another token of his partner's appreciation.

"thank you ricky." y/n whispered, the open textbook holding up his wrists also hiding his phone from the librarians gaze. "any time." he replied, his gold necklace laying over his collarbone, black long sleeve hugging his arms.

there was something enchanting about the way ricky's black glasses laid on his nose, his loop earrings slowly swaying with each soft breath. the way the bridge of his nose caught the LED light bulbs glow, the golden glimmer illuminating his gentle features. his lips were a perfect shade of rose pink, y/n still not knowing if it was natural or a mild lip tint he bought.

there was nothing more than y/n wanted at all times of day than to kiss those lips.

"flower, you're staring." ricky whispered, the librarian walking around to make sure the students were actually studying. his dimples peeked on his skin, his teeth gleaming in the break of his lips. y/n snapped out of his enamored viewing of his boyfriend, rubbing the nape of his neck with his knuckles. "you're just really pretty."

ricky's smile only grew, a soft pink filling out his cheeks that matched the shade of his lips, confirming y/n's suspicion the pink color was natural. "thank you." a sudden rush of a strong emotion zipped up his spine, y/n confused if it was confidence or rash infatuation. his mind was turning off, his body leaning closer into ricky's face, his fingers wrapping around ricky's blond hair.

"i think i want to kiss you."

a net of butterflies was unleashed in y/n's stomach as ricky's head tilted to his right, eyes slowly blinking like a cat taking in it's environment. "what's come over you flower?" he questioned, the smooth tone of his voice making the swarm of butterflies even more intense, their wings flapping against the walls of his stomach.

was ricky making him insane?

y/n shakily breathed out, trying to find fluttering words to articulate. “i’m not sure.” he spoke, ricky taking y/n’s hand that laid in his hair in his own. “then why don’t we fix it, hmm?”

y/n couldn’t decide if he wanted to throw up or make out with his boyfriend right then and there.

ricky laughed softly, the notes a melody that made y/n’s heart swell as ricky took them away. finding their favorite hidden corner in the back of the library, the couple now sat among dusty books, y/n’s face inching closer to ricky’s.

the scent of ricky’s perfume became the only thing y/n could process. “bluebell?” he muttered softly, ricky running his fingers along his boyfriend’s cheek. “your favorite.” ricky whispered, his eyes glowing as he gazed into y/n’s, the mole under his eye a place y/n wished to softly peck.

y/n’s eyes crossed as ricky got closer, his sharp nose knocking into his own. slowly, y/n moved to press their lips together, ricky pulling himself closer by lacing his fingers together at the base of y/n’s back. the cashmere sweater lifted up from it’s resting spot, the warmth replaced with ricky’s presence.

ricky always felt like home.

from his perfume that filled his nose when he and ricky were laced together to his soft lips that locked against his, ricky was home. when ricky couldn’t be there, his soft sweaters brightened y/n’s day, smelling like little blue flowers that made y/n smile.

”i love you.” y/n spoke, dragging his lips away to press a kiss to ricky’s mole, ricky’s lips meeting y/n’s throat. “i love you too.” ricky replied, moving his hands up the sweater to meet y/n’s shoulders.

and somehow he lost the sweater, the warmth staying as ricky grasped at his torso, the scent of bluebells floating around them.

RAH HAPPY RICKY DAY & 520 DAY!!

[im-just-a-mississippi-girl]

Wrestling Masterlist

f - Fluff, c - Comfort, a - Angst, s - Smut, h - Hurt

Wrestlers organized by alphabetical order

Fics organized by oldest to newest

Updated every time a new fic is posted!

Austin Gunn

Painted Him Perfect *a

Cash Wheeler

If He Was Yours, You’d Do The Same *f

We Should Argue More Often *s

Christian Cage

Love Me Like You Do *f/s

Never Gonna Be Alone *c/f

You’re Still the One *f (part 2 of Never Gonna Be Alone)

Chuck Taylor

I Know I Can Treat You Better Than He Can *h/c/f

Brownie Points *f

Colten Gunn

Friends or More? *a/f

Daniel Garcia

That Should Be Me *a

Darius Martin

Thank You for Being a Friend *f

Eddie Kingston

Ride or Die, ‘Til the End of the Line *f

Blood Looks Good On You *f

El Phantasmo

Been Far Away, For Far Too Long *f

Sweet Surprises *f (part 2 of Been Far Away, For Far Too Long)

Energy Drinks *f

Brother’s Best Friend *a/f

Hangman Adam Page

Cowboy Take Me Away *f/s (light smut)

Kenny Omega

Destination Relaxation *f/c

I’m Giving Up On Love ‘Cause Love’s Given Up On Me *a

Since You Been Gone *a (with happy ending) (part 2 of I’m Giving Up On Love ‘Cause Love’s Given Up On Me)

Matt Jackson

I’ll Be Your Cryin’ Shoulder *h/c/f

Through Thick and Thin *a/f (slight angst)

The Best Surprise *f

Tear in My Heart series masterlist *f/a

Nick Jackson

You’re More Than Enough *c/f

I Still Get Jealous *f/a (slight angst)

The One Where They Fall in Love *f/a (angst if you squint)

Birthday Surprise *f

Orange Cassidy

It’s Always Been You *f

Ricky Starks

I’ve Got Your Back Like You’ve Got Mine *f

You Are The Best Thing That’s Ever Been Mine *f/s (light smut)

Trent Beretta

Home Is Wherever You Are *f

Be Careful What You Wish For *s

Wheeler Yuta

The Most Interesting Date *f

That Should Be Me *a

We’re Proud Of You *c

Taking A Chance On Romance *f

Begin Again *a/f (slight angst)

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[wwenhlimagines]

Flufftober!

Prompt 10 + Ricky Starks 😍💜💜💜

Love you!!! 💜💜💜💜

"I think I deserve a kiss for this."

You smile as you watch your boyfriend hang up your new fall decorations from HomeGoods. He is standing on the ladder waiting for your instruction to move one way or another. The "Happy Fall Y'all" sign is in his hands as he tries to figure out where to place it.

"Right there is good, babe."

He sighs and places it on the wall as you watch his butt wiggle slightly from the hammering. You can't resist, so you reach up and grab his ass smirking up at him. He looks down at you with one eyebrow raised.

"Do you mind?"

You giggle and try to play it off "I'm just adding extra stability for you."

He rolls his eyes and finishes hanging up the sign before stepping down the ladder. You reach behind you and pick up a garland of leaves and twigs showing it to him with a big smile on your face. "What else do you have back there Mary Poppins?"

"That's all...for now. I just want it along the banister going up the stairs."

He playfully rolls his eyes and places one hand on your waist. "I think I deserve a kiss for this."

You smile and oblige kissing him lightly at first until his hand grabs your ass causing a moan to come from your throat. He winks as he pulls away and grabs the garland walking away to finish putting up your "ridiculous" amount of decorations.

[lancearcherinrippedjeans]

Insult to Injury

Pairing(s) - Ricky Starks x Reader

Category - Fluff, anGsTiSHHhHhhH

Warnings/Promises - Uh, slight injury?

Summary/Desc - Reader is a face, but when she gets hurt during a match, her boyfriend Ricky comes out to save her.

Requested by anon

A/N - I wrote this while sleep deprived 😃👍

“I’ll be fine, Ricky. Can you stop worrying for one second? Please?” I asked. “Only if you promise to put on a helmet.” “Are you seriously-”

This was normal for me. Being a wrestler, people worry about injuries. But when your significant other has been in the same kinda matches before, it’s a very annoying argument. “I promise, promise promise promise I’ll be fine. It’s one no holds barred match.”

“So does that mean me and the rest of Team Taz can interfere.” He put on a dopey grin. I rolled my eyes, “No. You’ll break kayfabe and our little “secret”.”

Yeah...did I mention I was a huge babyface? But, a bit of backstory, when Ricky and I started dating, we made the decision in order to not break kayfabe, we wouldn’t post/be public about our relationship.

I looked at my phone, “I gotta go. It’s about time for my match.” I gave him a quick peck on the lips before running towards the face tunnel.

If there was one thing I disliked about not breaking kayfabe with Ricky, it really was not having him at ringside. With Penelope having Kip, who knows what could happen? I watched them walk towards the ring.

I figured they would just make their normal entrance, so I began to adjust my boots. All I heard was boots running towards me, and when I looked up, Penelope kicked me on the side of my face, causing me to crash into the turnbuckle.

I held the side of it, but stood up. “If that’s how it’s gonna be, let’s go.”

*match thingy things*

Numerous chairs, a broken table and a few broke kendo sticks later, we were both in the middle of the ring struggling to stand.

I finally found my strength, to climb to the top rope, to finish this.

Remember what I said earlier about Kip at ringside? This is why.

I was stood up, when I felt myself getting pushed off, I turned around and saw Kip on the apron. But it was too late.

I was hoping I could just land on my feet. Which I did, but wrong. I fell to the ground, holding my leg in pain. Ref Knox kept asking me if I was okay to continue the match, I shook my head and he called for the bell.

I thought I could finally get out of there, but Penelope dragged me away from my curled up state, grabbed a chair and put my leg in between it. She was about to stomp on it when referees and security guards emerged from backstage, separating her from me. I removed my leg from between the chair, and looked up at the figure standing over me.

“Ricky?” He didn’t respond, but stood me up and wrapped my arm around his shoulder.

I could hear all the comments from Tony at the commentary table, “That’s Ricky Starks, yadayadayada, Ricky Starks is helping Y/N L/N exit the ring.”

When we reached the backstage area, I was immediately guided to the trainers office.

The examined it, and it was just sprained. Thankfully. The trainer left the room and I turned towards Ricky who was with me the whole time.

“What was that?” He grabbed my hand and looked at me, “Y/N, I just wanted you safe. I don’t care about kayfabe, I care about you.”

I smiled, “Well, I guess I should thank you, but now you’re gonna have to bridal carry me out of here.”

He shrugged, “I’m alright with that.”

Ricky picked me up, bridal style, and carried me out the room. We had just left when the booming voice of Taz yelled, “Starks! What happened.”

He was startled and just for insult to injury, he dropped me. He looked down, “Are you okay?!”

I just held up a thumbs up, “Yeah, but I’m about to make Taz carry me instead.”