#switchblade jay white x you

[coleskingdom]

Care

Jay White x F Reader

For @madhatterbri I hope you love this.

@midwestmade29

“Make him care” that had to be the stupidest thing the bastard has ever told me. I’ve had nothing but time to figure out how best to make him care. I have Colten and Austin on Penta and Fenix. That’s business , they’re his friends but in this business friends come and they go. He’d expect me to pull something out of that playbook, the boys have orders just to watch them for now.

I sit drinking my scotch in the hotel bar contemplating I catch a reflection in the bar mirror, I can tell she’s hesitating because I’m sitting here. She’s pretty, in that classic real sense.I’ve seen her look at me, the way she bites her lip as we pass each other in the hallways. Though if I paid attention to that I’d have taken half of the roster to bed, or at least had them on their knees in front of me. I catch her eyes in the mirror I smirk as the prettiest blush tints her cheeks. I wonder how much the bastard cares for her, or she cares for him. She lifts her chin not to back down realizing she’s now been caught. If a game she wants a game we can play.

“Y/N” I say it as if it’s my favorite word in the English language as I nod to the seat beside me. She hesitates momentarily realizing I’m the best and safest option to sit next to. “Jay” she says as she does that three point look, I almost chuckle at how easy this is going to be . I offer my hand as she struggles to get up on the awkward barstool, I let my fingers trace the inside of her wrist as lightly and intentionally as possible. “What are you drinking? Y/N” calling the bartender over. “I , um a hard lemonade.” I try to keep my face masked to keep from laughing “She will have a lemon drop martini, on the sweet side. I’ll take another scotch neat.” I wait till she takes a sip to see the satisfaction on her face. “That’s really good” the surprise in her voice , I wonder what other experiences I could upgrade in her life. “To drink well, is to live well or something like that.” I smirk.

“ Where’s the bastard of yours?” figuring out what my next move might be . “ He , uh he headed home. He was pretty upset about tonight. He just texted me he was out , he knows I have a flight out tomorrow we were meeting here because our schedules are so busy” her voice hurt and irritated. “That’s really a dick move” I softened my voice, turning to face her. “A real bastard move is more like it” she said a hint of venom in it. Sad I won’t work with, spite is my specialty. We sat and talked had couple more drinks. I paid the tab as she went to the bathroom. I left my room key on the bar with specific directions to the bartender that if she didn’t take it then to destroy it and let her know the tab was taken care of.

I had just about given up when I heard the soft knock on my door. I answered the door in the towel, leaning in the open doorway. Y/N stood there looking at me, I watched her as her breath hitched as her eyes followed the trail just below my belly button. “Y/N when was the last time you got exactly what you wanted?” not pushing her one way or the other, it’s more devastating when it’s her decision. A man can rationalize a lot of things but when she decides it’s a hell of blow one that outside of my personal vendetta sounded like he needed desperately. That blush was back as if it was the first time she’d ever been asked. For all I knew it might have been. “Too long Jay, too fucking long.” her voice shakes with vulnerability of that truth. “What did you come here for?” moving and opening the door wider and she stepped through it. She holds up my room key “ To return this.” I eye her and I can see the shiver of desire run through her. I step closer to her “ Y/N , you could’ve turned that into the front desk.” Brushing her hair out of her face. She steps forward and kisses me, it’s been a long time since I’ve been kissed with more passion than skill. I bury one hand in her hair, tilting her head to the side for better access. Y/N moans into my mouth, and I slide my tongue inside to finally get a taste of her. It’s minty she went back to her room , then made the decision to come here.

“ I’m sorry “ she stammers turning her head away. I grip her chin between two fingers and get a primal sense of satisfaction when her nostrils flare and her pupils dilate. She wants me. I know it. She knows it. Now the question is— what are we going to do about it? I lean in kissing her again testing the waters. Her fingers grip my shoulders, pulling herself up to wrap a leg around my hip. My hand move to her lower back. Tearing my mouth away, I stare down at her kiss-swollen lips. “Y/N, unless you tell me no, I’m taking you. I’m going to make you scream my name, as I go down on you, till you beg me to fuck you. Then you’re going to come harder than you’ve ever come in your life. I’m going to feel all the ways your body bends to my will. How that blush floods your body, how you’re breathing changes as you learn to breathe with me. “

Y/N’s response is to tighten her hold on the back of my neck and hop up, circling both legs around me and pushing her skirt up her thighs.

My free hand finds the curve of her ass, cupping and kneading like I was made to touch her. I taste her jaw and her neck as the heat of her pulses against my stomach.

Y/ N moans and throws out a hand toward my left. I take one step in that direction, but the couch is closer and way more convenient. I lower us both, and her ass hits the cushion at the same moment my knees hit the floor. “He would never do this.” her words draw my eyes up “Because you don’t want him to or because he’s too much of a selfish prick to give you what you want.” my hands running over the top of her skirt. Her heated gaze, and the way she bites her lip is the answer I need.

Her non answer gives me a dark sense of satisfaction as I press her thighs apart.

"Slide that ass out, love, because it's time I taste how sweet you really are."

After a moment of hesitation, she follows my directions, scooting her butt to the edge of the couch. I expect to see the fabric of some sexy panties, but instead, all I see is bare, wet pussy. I also see her phone and the bastards face through the pocket, as I swipe to answer the call.

"Dirty girl, you’ve thought about this. You don’t come to King Switches room with a dripping wet pussy. I’m going to teach you how to breathe with me." wasting no time getting my mouth on her.

The second my lips make contact, Y/N arches her back off the couch, my name a throaty moan echoing in the room. The caller has not hung up as possessiveness overwhelms me as I tongue and lick and grind down on her clit until she's writhing beneath me. I stick one of my fingers gauging her reaction, teasing her g spot, with the come hither motion. “Y/N tell me that you need to come? “ I put my mouth back on her sucking and thrusting my finger in and out. “More Jay, please right there.” I insert a second finger and add a little pressure to her stomach. Her hands grab my hair as I groan into her and she shatters . Her words are in comprehensible pants. “ Jay, please fuck me.” her voice needy and desperate. The phone still lit and connected. That kinky bastard must be liking what he’s hearing or is still in denial.

This next part has to be perfect, especially if he insists that he remains on the phone. I stand and pick her up laying her down on the bed. I remove her skirt dropping it towards the top of the headboard. I kiss her to keep her distracted as her hands roam my body, teasing me with her nails as they drift up and down my abs running her fingers lower removing the towel as she parted her legs open welcoming me in between. A pang of guilt hits me briefly, I reconsider momentarily but a woman like her would view this as a rejection. I bring her up and lift her up to take her shirt off. No bra, she knew what she wanted when she knocked on my door.

I kissed her in no rush as the sounds fell from her mouth were quickly becoming one of my favorite sounds. My mouth kissing her jaw as my hands found her perfect tits. I pinched her nipple to see how’d she’d respond, her hips bucked up into me as she called out my name. I took the other in my mouth sucking on being rewarded again with the sound of my name from her lips and the roll of her hips. “What do you need Love? I need to make sure you’re ready. I’m going to need you to take all of me. “ I reached down and teased her clit again with my fingers as my mouth alternated between her breasts . “ How are you so good at this?”she panted as another orgasm crashed through her. “ Because I care Y/N” my eyes still seeing the call connected as I raise up over her aligning myself an enter just as the the aftershocks began to wane but now I slide in, in one full stroke.

Giving her time to adjust, I kiss her languidly my tongue matching, as I begin to move inside her. “I don’t think I can” breathlessly, I stop “can’t what love” I ask as I look her in her eyes. “Come again, but you go ahead.” her voice soft , “ Do you want to come again? Do you want to come around my cock? Tell me what you need and I’ll give it to you.” I kiss her again hoping she knows I’m sincere. “Yes I want all of it but I don’t know what I need. “ she turns her head away from me unable to meet my eyes. “Hey, it’s okay, stop thinking, comeback to me.” I kiss her again she wraps her arms around me pulling me closer I adjust her legs so that I’m hitting all the right spots. Fucking hell she feels good, and her body is so responsive in this position. I feel the beginning of her orgasm, I need her to finish first, I reach down between us applying a little more pressure, I hear her gasp as she shatters screaming my name, the force of her orgasm pulled me with her as I follow her with a final thrust. She begins to stroke my hair and run her fingers up down my back. I don’t know what she’s thinking, but she’s trying to take care of me. I glance at the phone the call has been disconnected. I break the moment kissing her again as I head to the bathroom. I start a bath for her, I grab a washcloth ,some pain reliever and a bottle of water . I see my own phone and I can’t resist.

I text PAC “ I bet you care now don’t you, bastard”

I turn off my phone, and walk back into the bedroom now.

[midwestmade29]

Stress Relief ❤️‍🔥

I'm still hung up on Jay White, but can you really blame me? 😂 I'll get back to writing my requested stories as soon as I stop swooning over this man 🫠 Word Count: 1.6k Divider by: @saradika-graphics *GIF is not mine Disclaimers: Cursing, unprotected sex. Read at your own discretion 🙂 When Jay is stressed, you help him relieve some of it...

Something seemed off with Jay when he sauntered into the kitchen after getting a phone call from Austin and Colten. He stood with his palms pressed against the counter, completely lost in thought while you put away some clean dishes.  “Penny for your thoughts?” you asked gently.

Your words seemed to grab his attention.

“What? Oh, sorry love. Just thinking over what the boys told me about Billy. I guess he was really pissed about us showing up unannounced at his house with a camera crew. Grouchy old man! I wish my bat would’ve gotten a taste of his oversized tv,” he said with a scowl. “He’s considering taking it up with HR,” “Would he really do that? You guys didn’t even do anything, just toyed around with a couple of his things and admired some pictures on the wall. No harm, no foul,” you shrugged. “It’s not like you to worry about such things though baby. What’s bothering you so much about it?”

Jay let out a rush of air, clearly growing more frustrated by the minute.

“To be honest, I’m not even sure. I’m letting this whole thing with Billy and The Acclaimed mess with my head. Ugh, I need some fresh air,” He threw his hands in the air as he made his way out the back door.

45 minutes had gone by with no sign of Jay. You had since finished up in the kitchen and started getting yourself ready for bed. You stole one of his wrestling t-shirts out of the dresser before brushing your teeth and turning down the bed. It felt odd laying there without him, so you went on a hunt to find him. You checked each room in the house before looking out by the pool with no such luck. A lightbulb when off in your head when you thought to check the home gym attached to the garage next. Sure enough, when you approached the door, you heard the weights on a machine clanking together and his favorite music blasting. You leaned against the doorway with your arms crossed taking in the sight of your man as he continued his workout.

He was wearing one of his cut off shirts along with a pair of shorts that were hanging off the v of his hips, his arms and forehead glistening with sweat as he pushed himself harder and harder. You were practically salivating! The grunts he made as he worked his body sent a jolt of lust straight to your core. After stepping away from the machine, he picked up a couple of the free weights and began doing arm curls with them in front of the wall of mirrors. You decided to make your presence known by walking up behind him and meeting his eyes in one of the mirrors. The smile that covered his face when he saw you in his t-shirt made you go weak in the knees! Jay was about to put the weights down when you yelled out over the loud music

“Don’t stop on my account! I’m enjoying the view,” He chuckled at your remark, not daring to disappoint you by ceasing his movements. You saw the remote to the sound system in the reflection of the mirror, so you grabbed it and turned the volume down while also changing the genre.

“That doesn’t sound like workout music,” he pointed out when he heard the tempo change. “Oh, but it is workout music baby,” you replied coyly. “Just not for the type of workout you’re doing currently,”

Jay sat his weights down in a hurry when he caught on to what you were implying before hopping over a weight bench on his way over to you. You were lost in a fit of giggles when he took you in his arms and began planting kisses up and down the length of your neck. He drug his long fingers up your bare thighs, bunching up your t-shirt with his hands before gripping your hips tightly with them. His accent was ever present when he whispered against the shell of your ear.

“And what kind of workout did you have in mind, love?”

Your brain instantly turned to mush from his words, making you lose your nerve. When Jay noticed your sudden shyness, he made sure to capitalize on it.

“Come on sweet girl, don’t back down now. Why don’t you tell me the real reason you came out here. Better yet, why don’t you tell me what was going through that pretty little head of yours when you were watching me,” You caught a glimpse of yourself in the mirror, swallowing hard when you saw how flushed your cheeks were. Your body was giving itself away from the color of your cheeks to your enlarged pupils, to the rapid rise and fall of your chest. Your fingertips seemed to tingle while they rested on Jay’s muscular arms, his scent was dancing around your nose. He was only mere inches away from your face, his breath tickling your skin, but that didn’t even feel like it was close enough! It was no surprise that he was having this kind of effect on you, he always has.

Your words came out rushed as you scrambled trying to find the right ones to respond with.

“I-I was just getting ready for bed. It didn’t feel right not having you next to me, th-that’s it,”

“I see. And is that what you’re still wanting? To go back inside and get some sleep?”

When you shook your head no, Jay pulled you flush against his body, using his  fingers to outline your jaw before running his thumb across your lips. You melted into his touch when he cupped your cheek with his hand, earning a small gasp from him when you turned and kissed his palm.

“I’m not tired anymore,” you said suggestively. “I’d much rather help you relive some of your stress,” “I’m all yours sweet girl. You’re in control, do what you want with me. Make me forget all about anything and everything that’s not you,” With your palm flat on his chest, you backed Jay up until his calves contacted the weight bench. You hooked your fingers under the waistband of his shorts and underwear, pulling them down simultaneously. You instructed him to sit on the bench, his length standing at attention ready for whatever you had in store. He watched you intently as you pulled your own panties down, stepping out of them before straddling his lap.

Your entrance hovered above his tip, your arousal already making it slick. With your hands on his shoulders, you inched yourself down on Jay. He licked his lips and sighed at the feeling of you around him, the look in his eyes practically begging you to take the rest of him in. You had one more thing you wanted to say first.

“Don’t think baby, only feel. It’s just you and me, nothing else matters besides that,”

Your lips parted while you sat all the way down, the fullness you were feeling now was delectable! Your walls stretched around Jay as you found your rhythm, pleasure overtaking you. The string of pants and moans Jay let out as you rocked your hips was euphoric and music to your ears.

You had that man seeing stars! You pulled his hair tie out and tossed it to the floor, grabbing a handful of his sweaty locks with each of your hands and tugging. Your lips crashed against his before he had the chance to release a sound.

Jay wrapped his arms around your torso, pulling you tightly against his chest and nuzzling his face in your neck. The friction his body was creating against yours was sending you into overdrive, making you work harder and harder for the sweet ecstasy that your orgasm would bring.

“God love, you are incredible. Just look at yourself in the mirror! Look at you taking me so well, look at how perfectly we connect,” Jay murmured. There was something so very erotic and sexy about seeing things unfold in the mirror. It was nearly impossible to look away now! You both got lost in your reflection as you enjoyed the view. Jay could tell by the way your walls were tightening around him that you were moments away from unraveling.

“That’s it sweet girl, don’t hide from it. Don’t look away. Look how beautiful you are as you’re about to cum!” he encouraged.

With a few more rocks of your hips, you fell apart around him. You watched as your body and legs shook, how your mouth fell open, and how incredibly consumed with lust Jay appeared to be. His hands supported your back as you rode out the remainder of your orgasm, ultimately bringing him over the edge with you.

You smiled against Jay’s lips as you stole kisses from him while he tried to steady his breathing, still reveling in the way he felt inside of you. The two of you were a sweaty, sticky mess but it didn’t bother either of you.

“Feeling any better?” you whispered against his neck.

“So much better, love. I think all I needed was a dose of you. You seem to be the cure for all,” Jay replied, his words still a little breathy. “I don’t think I’ll ever get enough of you,”

With one last glance in the mirror, you removed yourself from Jay and the two of you made your way back into the house. When you were settled in bed, you snuggled in close and fell into a deep sleep. That night Jay had the best night of sleep he’s had in a while, waking up the next morning a little sore from is double workout from the night before.

[madhatterbri]

Captain | J.W.

Summary: Y/N is the lover of a man that is indebted to him. Jay White agrees to take you to settle the debt. Historical AU.

Author's Note: Someone once posted that Jay reminds them of a pirate, and I can't stop thinking about it. Listen, I don't want any smoke with the Darby girlies. He is in the GIF and it was just easier that way.

@plentyoffandoms @99hook @theworldofotps Mentions of Jay White, Austin Gunn, Colten Gunn, Darby Allin

Pure Fiction

A cool ocean breeze blew onto the docks as five pirates had a stare-down. The dimly lit lanterns flickered, trying to outlast the harsh wind. Despite the dim lights, the scowl on Jay White's face could be seen. Captain Darby didn't have the money with him.

Y/N stood behind Captain Darby and watched Captain White closely. He wore a black vest and a gold chained necklace. A knife hung from the gold chain. Black pants with gold and white hashtags shielded him from the elements. A gold bat laid limply in his hands. The two other men at his sides appeared calm at the news, yet they could pounce on Darby at any second.

Captain "Switchblade" Jay White was one of the most feared pirates in the Americas and Caribbean. Men, women, and children feared to even speak his name for fear that he would magically appear. Very few lived to tell the tale after crossing his path. Rumor had it he only kept a few survivors to spread the word about his cruelty. His boys, Austin and Colten, who stood by his sides, were known to have the same love for cruelty.

"You see, sir, I haven't enough money. We barely escaped with our lives last week when we happened on a British ship. Their defenses," Darby stuttered and snaked his fingers through his hair. Jay shifted once he found out he wasn't getting his money again. He shuffled his boots and looked down at the ground. He grabbed his gold bat and twirled it in his hands. The bat was going to be tasting blood tonight.

"That is a shame, you know? You have a nice ship, hard-working crew," he complimented. Austin and Colten nodded in agreement to their deranged captain. Jay took a step towards the right, and his eyes locked on you. An idea suddenly popped into his head. "A beautiful woman at your side,"

"Captain White?" Darby questioned as Jay strode towards you. Out of the corner of your eyes, you could see Austin and Colten stand over Darby to keep him quiet. You looked down at your feet. There was no use in running especially being outnumbered like this. Jay moved the bat under your chin. He raised your head up so the two of you were staring face to face.

"Prettier than any treasure I have ever seen. Tell me your name, darling," Jay instructed you. You told him your name without hesitation. He tried to catch his surprise reaction, but you could see it in his eyes. You weren't afraid of him despite the stories. Call it madness or brilliance.

His right-hand men smiled at each other. He spoke it back to you. The way it rolled off his tongue made you practically swoon. Jay looked down and rubbed his bottom lip with his thumb in more thought.

"She isn't part of this deal, Captain White. She was here for, um,"

"Support? Trust me, mate, I wouldn't want to let this one go either. But you, my lucky friend, have an amazing opportunity at your hands. One that I don't just let any bloke have, you understand?" He asked. The cunning captain acted like this was a deal of the century. You knew better. Darby isn't going to like this one bit.

"She isn't for sale," Darby defended you. Despite the brief courtship, he had become fond of you. The tiny moment of courage squashed when he looked at the disdain of the three men around him.

"You give her to me, and all your debts with me will be squared away," Captain White offered and stood between Austin and Colten. Darby looked down in shame. He wanted his debts with the captain squared away more than anything.

"You promise that you won't hurt him if I go with you?" You questioned. The captain pointed his bat at you and then at Darby as he spoke.

"If you come with me, I swear on my life that I will not lay a single finger on your beloved. He will get to have his ship and crew and sail around free of any worries as a pirate should in one piece," Jay promised and looked at his boys out of the corner of his eyes. You turned to Darby, who didn't seem to be against this idea. The Switchblade reached out his hand for you to take it. "Our bargain?"

"Deal," you agreed and shook his hand. Jay smiled triumphantly.

"Welcome to the Bullet Club Gold, love. Why don't you make your way up there? I will be with you shortly for your first command," Jay assured you. He stepped out of the way so you could walk the gangway back up his ship.

While walking the gangway, you noticed his black sails with gold and white hashtags like his pants. The number five represented in them the five captains that betrayed him. Supposedly, they left him to die on some island, but he was able to come back stronger than ever. Rumor had it the men were currently running from him like dogs.

Once you made it up the ship, Jay reached his hand out to seal the deal with Darby. Darby went to take his hand, yet Jay pulled his away. Darby looked on in confusion until Jay raised his hand up in the form of a gun. His index finger pointed right at Darby's forehead while his thumb was straight towards the sky.

With little hesitation, Austin and Colten began their attack on Darby. One punch knocked him on his ass and the brothers ganged up on him. All you could see were the two men on top of him.

Jay made his way up the gangway, whistling a jolly tune. The sounds of grunting and yelping farther and farther behind him. He didn't worry too much. The boys knew to keep him alive and in one piece as promised. His bat rested comfortably on his shoulder. You watched the beating in shock.

"You lied to me," you accused him. "We had a deal,"

Jay stared at you and raised his hand up for you to see. "Afraid not, darling. I promised never to lay a hand on him, and he would be in one piece. I kept my word. My hands are clean,"

[bullet-clubs-bitch]

King Switch 🩸🗡️

Jay White X Fem Reader

Jay White Masterlist Main Masterlist

Warnings: 18+ knife play, wax play, blood, unprotected sex, oral (f) receiving

Summary: It started off as a joke. Everyone always called Jay a knife pervert because he was a freak who wore a switchblade around his neck. Soon the nickname got to his head and Jay started feeling things he hadn’t felt before. Feelings that made him want to try new things in the bedroom.

An: I'm alive, I haven't posted anything in weeks because I have been so busy but I finally sat my ass down and wrote this fic I was meaning to write for months. Enjoy!

There was no secret that Jay White was different than other men. He was a total freak that was bat-shit crazy for you. Everyone knew about his things for knives but everyone assumed it was just a gimmick. It was for a while until it became much more than just an act. The first person to call Jay a knife pervert was Chuck Taylor, he said it jokingly at first but the nickname quickly caught on. One might think Jay was offended by the word, that he didn’t like the names but he loved it. The name was quick to get to his head, his freakish behaviors became more risky and noticeable. At times you had to beg him to stop, he couldn't just eat you from under one of the tables in catering. You could see the look in his eyes change every time someone mentioned the nickname. He became predatory, he looked psychotic, it turned him on. There were times when Jay refused to take off the switchblade around his neck. He liked the way the cool metal felt on his hot skin. He liked the sight of him pounding into you while the blade dangled from his neck above you, he loved the way you would sit on his cock, keeping him warm as you carefully played with the blade. At the end of the day it was a real knife he wore around his neck, he had to be careful he didn’t cut himself or you by mistake but he always wondered what if. Jay had become so fixated on being called a knife pervert that he knew he had to explore what exactly a knife pervert would do. 

When Jay texted you to come over you knew what he wanted. He had been texting you all day about how badly he missed you, how he was a starving man and your cunt was the only thing that would save him from salvation. Jay was never shy about how hard you made him, he always wanted you to know that no one else could make him feel the things he felt when he was with you. When you entered his apartment you were greeted by darkness. Just as you were about to call out his name you noticed the piece of paper on the floor. ‘Keep all of the lights off. Follow the candles honeybee’

You noticed the trail of candles that led to the bedroom. When you opened the door you saw him. Your boyfriend lay in bed, the thin white sheet had made a tent, he was extremely hard and was staring into your soul. The room was dark, multiple candles being your only light source. As you approached him you noticed handcuffs and a variety of knives on the nightstand. “What’s all this?” you asked nervously. “I want to try something new,” he told you calmly. He could see the fear in your eyes and was quick to calm you. “Don’t worry honeybee, I won’t be using any of this on you. I want- no need for you to do this for me. Do you think you can do that for me?” “I don’t want to hurt you,” you told him but he assured you he would be fine. 

You followed his instructions carefully. He watched you strip before him. How you slowly took off your shirt and pants. How you played with yourself as you took off your bra and underwear. He was salivating at the sight of you playing with your nipples, fighting back a moan. “Come here baby girl, I need to taste you,” He told you. You carefully climbed on the bed and sat on his face as he instructed. There was something about the way you came on his face that drove him to insanity. He was a madman who loved nothing more than to get drunk on your sweetness. He ate you like he was a starving man, like his life depended on it. He always knew exactly what he was doing, he knew what you needed without you ever having to say it and right now you needed to cum. Jay continued the assault on your pussy as your orgasm washed over you, making sure to lap up every drop. “Fuck, you taste so sweet,” Jay told you “As much as I want to eat you out to the point where you are crying there are some other things I want to do with you” 

You carefully placed kitten licks and kissed his hard cock before slowly sinking down on him. Jay handed you a candle and asked you to pour it on him. You hesitated at first before pouring the wax on his chest. You could feel how turned on Jay was as the hot wax landed on his skin, instantly hardening. “Fuck, it feels so good” Jay wined out. Next, you picked up a knife and carefully removed the wax from his chest. You left light scratches on his chest and arms with the blade, admiring the pleasure you were able to bring him. “Y/n…” Jay asked sheepishly. “Yes” “Do you love me?” “Of course I love you, what kind of stupid question is that” “Than I need you to do this for me”

You couldn't believe what he was asking you. He wanted you to take the blade he wore daily and create 5 deep cuts on his right peck. “Are you sure you want me to do this?” You asked him nervously. “I’ve never been more sure about anything in my life” You watched the beads of blood form as you made the first incision. You felt almost like a doctor performing surgery.  “Fuck” He grunted as his hips bucked into yours unintentionally. The blade was now covered in his blood as you created the second mark. Jay began thrusting up into you as you continued to draw blood. The two of you slowly became covered in his blood. You had never felt so full in your life. “I need more” Jay cried out once you created the third and fourth cut. The fifth mark was the hardest, the incision going diagonally through the other four wounds. The fifth wound was the deepest, you kissed him passionately to silence the moans and grunts that fell from his lips. You kissed the wounds and began to ride Jay hard and fast as you could knowing Jay was desperate for that release. You continued to ride him through his release which triggered your own, cumming for the second time tonight. The sensation that washed over you both was something you had never felt before. You carefully traced your fingers over the fresh wounds. Jay hissed at the touch, he was overstimulated and sensitive everywhere, never experiencing such a powerful orgasm. “You really are a knife pervert” you told Jay playfully as you put the switchblade around your neck. “I can’t wait to see what else this blade can do” He told mischievously.  

[im-just-a-mississippi-girl]

Been Far Away, For Far Too Long

Pairing: El Phantasmo x female!reader

Category: Fluff

Word count: 4,204

Summary: Working in a separate company than your boyfriend is difficult. A long distance relationship is had work, but it’s all worth it when you’re finally reunited after several months apart.

Warnings: Swearing

Requested by: anon — I hope you enjoy it! ❤️

A/N: I know what you’re probably thinking: Did she just use a Nickleback lyric for a title? The answer is yes! I love Nickleback and Far Away hit me as I wrote this so here we are, and here’s the song below!

You can find the original request here!

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It had been a little over six months since the Forbidden Door pay per view, the last time you had seen your boyfriend, Riley better known as El Phantasmo, in person. You were thrilled when the announcement was made that All Elite Wrestling was going to be collaborating with New Japan Pro Wrestling. You didn’t know who all would be participating from NJPW at the time of the announcement, but you hoped that El Phantasmo would be selected for the pay per view. You missed him like crazy, not being able to see each other everyday anymore was killing you.

Before you arrived in AEW, you were putting in the work in Japan with Stardom and making appearances as well as exhibition matches and even title matches in NJPW. Your first time there you had run into a variety of the New Japan guys from Hiroshi Tanahashi to Kota Ibushi, and some of the factions from Los Ingobernables de Japón to Chaos. You were feeling pretty good about working a New Japan show until Bullet Club circled you. You knew about Bullet Club, you had actually met the OGs leaving the dojo all those years ago, and the feeling of danger and the don’t-mess-with-me attitude stuck with you.

You remember looking around you at all the faces, most were familiar except for a few, and one of those few caught your eye. He didn’t give you the exact same vibes as the others did, it was something different but you couldn’t quite put your finger on it. You watched as Jay White approached you, only zoning out after the first couple sentences left his mouth because the man, you later learned was called El Phantasmo, had your attention. You studied his face and body language, he wasn’t too thrilled Jay was flirting with you or standing so close to you. When he noticed you were looking at him he gave you a smirk and wink before anyone could notice. That’s when you felt your heart flutter. After BC finally left you alone, you couldn’t stop thinking of El Phantasmo.

Each time you were on a NJPW show you always ended up running into Bullet Club. You and Riley would exchange glances in secret, not knowing how the rest of the club would feel, mostly Jay since he would make an effort to flirt with you when your paths crossed. Honestly, you kind of felt bad that he didn’t get the hint you weren’t interested, it just caused you to come out and say it one day.

Once you had told Jay you were interested in someone else, you saw Riley’s face light up, not only at your words but at the wink you shot him. He was quick to recover before Jay could catch his reaction. Your confession left Jay baffled. Who turns down Switchblade Jay White?

You and Riley had gotten close and had been out on several dates as time went on, eventually making it official. You’ll never forget the look on Jay’s face when he saw you and Riley walk in hand in hand, the man was speechless for once. Riley announced to the club that you two had been seeing each other for the past month and that you agreed to be his girlfriend. The club was happy for Riley, and after congratulations were over, everyone looked at Jay who had an unreadable expression but finally smirked saying, “If you ever break up, you know where to find me.”

Fast forward to the day AEW reached out with a letter expressing their interest in you. You were shocked because you still had another year left on your contract with Stardom and NJPW. Over the years, you had become an asset to Bullet Club, always being ringside for Bullet Club’s Cutest Tag Team, and ensuring they always win. You ended up becoming a member of BC not long after you started dating Riley. Jay was quick to notice not only what an outstanding wrestler you were but how valuable you would be for the club. Their hidden weapon, a pretty poison if you will.

You showed Riley the letter the moment it came. Tony Kahn had laid it all out for you, it was a good deal, a great one actually. Tony had written about how some fellow wrestlers recommended you when he mentioned he wanted to add one more woman to the division, and upon reviewing your matches, promos, and interviews, he agreed with those people — you were without a shadow of a doubt all elite. Thankfully, you didn’t have to give an answer right away and could think about what you wanted to do — accept or reject the offer. This gave you plenty of time to talk it over with Riley. You respected and valued his opinion, but not only that, this was a big decision that affected the both of you and your relationship.

The conversation took place over the span of a week. The discussion consisted of arguments, more than you cared to count. Near the end of the week, you and Riley finally decided to sit down and write it all out, the pros and cons, the concerns and worries. Once the lists were made and concerns were voiced and with the help of your boyfriend you finally had your decision — you were going to accept the offer and join AEW.

Riley knew this would be a good move for you and you would benefit from venturing into the states. He just hated to see you leave, wanting to be selfish and keep you in Japan with him, the place where you two met, where you two live together, and where you two work together. He knew his thoughts and feelings on the matter impacted your decision and the arguments prior showed that when you told him, “Maybe you’re right. Maybe I shouldn’t go. Japan has become my home, my home with you, and maybe leaving for some might-not-be-fulfilled promises is a waste of time.”

Hearing those words leave your lips was his wake up call, you sounded excited at first when the offer was made, but after the arguments with him, he heard how you sounded defeated, especially when he saw your face fall when he said, “AEW probably isn’t all it’s cracked up to be. I mean look at who works there.” Needless to say, he felt like shit seeing his words have that effect on you.

Once the decision was made, you were going to tell Bullet Club about the offer, and how you thought about it, and that you and Riley talked it over, finally reaching the agreement to accept. You were nervous about telling the club, you didn’t want them to to be mad at you, hate you, or kick you out because you were leaving. Riley knew exactly how to tell if you’re nervous and anxious about things. He watched you constantly wring your hands, he saw you biting your lip, how you just couldn’t sit still and your leg bouncing rapidly. Riley hated seeing you like that so he softly placed a comforting hand on your ever bouncing leg. “It’s all going to be fine, I’ll be right there beside you. They’ll be happy for you. Sure, they’ll hate to see you leave Japan but I don’t think they’ll hate you for it.” Riley comforted, removing his hand from your leg and wrapping his arms around you, pulling you into a much needed tight hug.

Riley was right. The guys were happy for you and this opportunity given to you, but obviously they hated to see you leave. They all assured you that you would always be Bullet Club regardless where you worked. Those words were confirmed when Jay agreed, adding that you would always be their pretty poison. It meant the world to you hearing the guys rally behind you and support you, especially since Jay was letting you stay in BC. You had grown to love those men and ended up being close — practically sisters — with Pieter. You’d miss her and hated leaving her alone with guys, but you knew she could handle them and if not, you would catch the first flight out to put them in their place.

When the day came for you to leave, you were a wreck, constantly crying and saying you changed your mind, that you wanted to stay. Riley would just silently pull you into a hug, rubbing your back the entire time while you clung onto him, soaking his shirt with your tears. You knew back when you made the decision to leave that you would be sad and what not, but you didn’t realize just how hard leaving everyone and everything would hit you. Luckily, you had been packed and ready for the past two days, quadruple checking your checklist of clothes, necessities, and other items. You remember like it was yesterday when you went to go over your checklist for the ‘billionth time’ as Riley had put it, you noticed Riley had snuck in a couple of his shirts and a hoodie, along with a bottle of his cologne. That was what started the waterworks. That one little gesture made your heart swell and made you wish he was coming with you.

As the day went on, you tried not to continuously cry your eyes out, sniffling and wiping your eyes to the point they were raw. Riley would make sure to be within arms reach in case you needed him, which you did — a lot. He tried to be strong for you, both of you crying would make things more difficult. “I’m always a call, text, and FaceTime away whenever you need or miss me. Day or night, I don’t care about the time zone difference. You’re my world babe, and no amount of distance will ever change that.” He reminds you as he pulls you into a kiss that made you weak in the knees from the passion. You knew where this kiss would lead — the same place it always did — the bedroom. You were correct as Riley’s hands roamed your body and began discarding your clothes, you doing the same to him. Before long the pair of you were a tangled mess in the sheets.

You ended up being thirty minutes late to the airport thanks to the sexy time you and your boyfriend had causing you both to lose track of time. Thankfully, your flight was delayed an hour due to some reason you didn’t care about because this meant you wouldn’t miss your flight and you also got to spend one more hour with your love. Or so you thought. You heard a group yelling and shouting at you from behind. Turning around you see all of Bullet Club rushing up to you, Pieter was the first to give you a massive hug thanks to her elbowing her way through the crowd of men. One by one they all gave you a hug and told you they’d miss you and wished you the best as well to call or text them. The sweetness was making you turn into a puddle of tears. You promised the men you call them and you promised Pieter you’d FaceTime her every day to tell her about your new adventure and her to tell you all about the chaotic schemes the guys come up with.

Shortly after that, it was time for you to board your plane. You took a deep shaky breath and opened your mouth to tell them bye when you were tackled into a massive group hug. You honestly wished the hug lasted longer, it felt like home because these devious little shits were your family.

You felt Riley pull you into a tight hug followed by one last passionate and loving kiss before you inevitably had to leave. “I love you. Call me when you land so I know you made it safely.” He sniffles, wiping away the tears that slid down his cheeks.

You nodded, quickly wiping your tears away as well. “I love you too. I— I have to go.” You whispered, not trusting your voice and knowing you wouldn’t be able to stop the tears. Riley gave your hand a final squeeze before letting you go and watching you board your plane.

That was the last time you saw your boyfriend in person. You talked to him every chance you got and he did the same. More often that not, the preferred method of communication was FaceTime. It made you both feel better seeing one another’s face, attempting to make it feel like you were still in close proximity to each other.

It was maybe five months after you joined AEW that the announcement was made for Forbidden Door, and you were excited, hoping that El Phantasmo would be on the show. Come to find out, he was and you were thrilled. You were finally going to see him in person again. The lead up to the pay per view went by slow in your eyes. You were so ready for it to be June 26th.

You didn’t have a match at Forbidden Door but that didn’t mean you wouldn’t be on the show. You were going out there like you used to back in NJPW — valeting Bullet Club, more specifically, your boyfriend. You thought you were thrilled before, now you were ecstatic. You had learned over the months that BC was going to be represented in a few different matches. El Phantasmo was teaming with The Young Bucks with you and Hikuleo ringside, and Jay would be defending his IWGP World Heavyweight Championship.

You remembered when Jay ventured over to AEW, you were happy to see him again, happy to fill him in on everything he needed to know about two of his three opponents for the pay per view — Adam Cole and Hangman Adam Page.

It was clear real quick that people knew where your allegiance fell, you were still a full fledged member of Bullet Club for crying out loud, and everyone knew, granted you never let them forget. Which is why Adam Cole was always trying to talk to you and talk you into some good deals if you stuck with him because, as he reminded you, Bullet Club is for life. At first you didn’t want to deal with him, but this little idea popped into your head. Everyone already knows my loyalties lie with the club, and Cole is so delusional that his little plan will work to get in Jay’s head, maybe I should have some fun with this. Poor Bay Bay won’t see this coming. That’s when you cooked up the idea to spy on Cole, to get him to trust you because you knew he didn’t know you as well as he thought. You knew the look on his face at the end of it all would be too sweet.

Your plan worked flawlessly as you relayed all the information over to Jay, the two of you coming up with how to reveal to Adam that he can’t outsmart the Switchblade as well as reveal that you were the X factor in all of it if he couldn’t put the pieces together himself. In time, all was revealed to Adam and the world just exactly what’s been going on. The look on Adam’s face was, indeed, too sweet.

All this was the buildup to Forbidden Door and that meant that you would be reunited with Riley soon. There’s not enough words to describe how happy you were. You stayed to yourself after the last Dynamite, ignoring all the chatter and rumors swirling about you and who knows what else. You didn’t mind it one bit, all you cared about was seeing your boyfriend.

The day Forbidden Door arrived was as chaotic like you had expected, the hustle and bustle of the crew and wrestlers were a big indicator. You kept your phone glued to your hand, impatiently waiting for Riley to call you, he told you he would call when he was on his way to the arena. Just when you were about to call him, hands covered your eyes and you were about to whip around and start wailing on the poor soul until you heard that familiar voice. “Guess who?!” Riley jokingly asked.

You wanted to be mad at him for not calling you, but you liked this surprise. Turning around to finally come face to face with him after all these months apart was unlike any feeling you’d ever felt. You couldn’t help but cry, and you didn’t care who saw. Riley pulled you into the same tight hug he gave you on the day you left. He pulled away after what felt like hours and wiped away your falling tears that you didn’t realize were there. You couldn’t wait any longer and pulled him into a passionate kiss that left the both of you breathless.

It wasn’t until Hikuleo coughed that alerted you he had been there the whole time as well as a smirking Jay. You just shook your head at Jay as he headed down the hall towards his private locker room. You and Riley followed after him, hand in hand, not caring what looks you received as you passed by your coworkers.

Time came for Riley’s match and you accompanied him to the ring as his music played, the two of you sharing a kiss once inside the ring. Once the match was about to get underway, you slipped out of the ring and joined Hikuleo on the floor, ready to assist as needed while keeping an eye on Himoru who was on the floor across from you.

You did everything you could like always to ensure that El Phantasmo would win, but unfortunately, no matter what you did it wasn’t enough, resulting in a loss for your team. You were bummed about it but Riley draping his arm over your shoulders is what lifted your spirits. He was there with you, and the two of you were going to make up for lost time.

Typically you’d go out and have a drink or two at the nearest bar before going to the hotel to call Riley, but tonight Riley was there with you. The pair of you turned down Jay and Hikuleo’s invitation for drinks, wanting to spend as much time together as possible before he had to leave.

At the hotel, you led Riley to your room and no sooner than you were in the door, his lips were on yours. You missed the way his lips felt, the way they tasted. The kiss was full of love and lust. You instantly returned the kiss, fingers running through his hair as he hands glided down your back and to you ass. You jumped when you felt him give your ass a squeeze followed by a firm slap. You missed this, his playfulness all while being incredibly sexy.

You reluctantly pulled away from his intoxicating lips, taking his hand and leading him farther into the room, giving him a sultry smile as you did so. You gently pushed him onto the bed and kissed him like your life depended on it. Riley wanted this just as bad you, pulling urgently at your clothes then his own. It wasn’t long before the two of you were once again tangled up in the sheets.

The next morning Riley awoke before you, tracing feather light circles on your arm as he admired your beautiful sleeping form. He had never felt like this before, and sometimes — a lot of the time — it scared him. He wasn’t sure what exactly he was supposed do now that there was this long distance between you and him. He loved you and would always fight for you, he didn’t have a doubt about that. He just didn’t know what the next step was with your relationship, he never pictured himself settling down until you graced him with your presence those few years ago. Now he thought a lot about marrying you, he was still undecided on kids though. He never saw himself as a dad either but who knows, after you’ve changed his mind on settling down he knew you could change his mind on anything.

Slowly opening your eyes, you instinctively moved closer to your boyfriend, you didn’t want any amount of space between you two. You adjusted your body so you could lay your head on chest and drape you arm across his stomach. “I was afraid yesterday and last night was all just a cruel dream.” You admitted quietly, snuggling further into his chest. “I’m glad it wasn’t. I missed you more than you can fathom.” You confessed. You felt Riley’s arms tighten around your body and place a kiss to the crown of your head.

“I was afraid of that too, babe. I missed you so much the guys threatened to tape my mouth shut.” He laughed. Oh how you missed that laugh, it was music to your ears. “I never wanna leave this bed.”

You were quick to prop up on your elbow, eyes wide. “Did you just quote Maroon 5?!” You asked in shock, curious if your ears deceived you.

“I did and I hate it.” He sighed, never one to care for pop music despite you enjoying it amongst other genres, some he liked and others he didn’t. You couldn’t help but laugh at his disgusted expression.

You went to get up but Riley pulled you back down. “And where do you think you’re going?” He asks, wanting you to stay in bed with him.

“Bathroom. And to get dressed, I’m hungry.” You stated, once again trying to get out of the bed. This time Riley let’s you go.

“I already got my eye on dessert!” He called after you, admiring the view of you walking off. You chuckled to yourself and shook your head, glad to know he hasn’t changed one bit.

Once the both of you were dressed, a knock at the door startled you. You weren’t expecting anyone but thought that maybe it was Jay and Hikuleo. You took a couple steps towards the door when Riley stopped you. “I got it, babe. It’s a surprise.” He winked as he passed by you and reached the door. You were confused on what kind of surprise he had in store for you. Honestly, you were a little nervous about what it could be because knowing your boyfriend, it could be anything.

You watched perched on the edge of an arm chair near the bed, head tilted to the side, eyebrows furrowed. You watched Riley step aside as a hotel employee rolled a cart into the room, a dome covered plate with coffee, tea, and orange juice sitting around the plate. There were small bowls of various fruit strategically placed on the tray as well. You made note of the fresh bouquet of flowers on the cart, a mixture of your favorite flowers — colored roses, sunflowers, daisies, and tulips.

You were overwhelmed with emotion at Riley’s sweetness. “What’s all this?” You ask, softly, wiping away tears from your eyes. You were definitely not expecting this.

Riley shrugged. “Just felt right.” He said, nonchalantly as he made his way over to you. “I bet you’re dying to see what’s for breakfast.” He grinned, pulling you into his arms and placing a gentle, loving kiss to your neck.

“Obviously.” You chuckled, looking up into the most gorgeous pair of eyes you’ve ever seen. “Depending on what it is I might not share.” You joked, nudging him playfully.

He shook his head moving away from you and lifting the dome to reveal pancakes, French toast, eggs, bacon, and sausage. It was definitely way more food than you could ever eat.

“Considering how much food is here, you definitely have to eat some.” You said as you passed him a fork. “You didn’t have to do this you know. I would have been fine with a bowl of cereal.”

“I love you and you deserve it, babe.” Riley gave you another loving kiss, this time to your temple. “Nothing but the best for my girl, my queen. Now, dig in!” He exclaimed before taking a big bite of a pancake.

Like the Grinch, you felt your heart grow three sizes that day. The remainder of the day was spent just goofing off and sight seeing. You knew you missed your other half, but until that day, you didn’t realize just how much you missed him. You were determined to fly out to Japan and surprise him the first chance you got.

Now there you were on a plane to Japan to surprise Riley at Wrestle Kingdom 17 at the Tokyo Dome. Surprisingly, it didn’t take too much convincing for Tony Kahn to grant you this one thing.

Riley was the one for you — you just knew it. Little did you know he felt the same, a little black, velvet box sitting on the dresser at the home you two shared in Japan showed it. He was more than ready to pop the big question and soon too.

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Just The Two Of Us

Summary: Jay wakes up with Kimmie still by his side after their first time & they decide to enjoy the moment together.

Jay White x OC (Kimmie)

It was quite just like early that night all that you could hear was the cars driving up & down the highways. The moon was streaming through the clouds & even though the curtains. The moon light was shining on Jay & Kimmie who was still asleep after their first time with each other, Jay was still holding her close to his chest & Kimmie had her hand on his as she slept peacefully.

Shortly later Jay woke up from his sleep to see his sweet little sugar bunny still sleeping so peacefully but also so beautifully. Jay knew that the boys were probably worried & confused about where he was , usually when Jay was out late he either got in a fight or handling some late night business. So they wouldn’t be too concerned or worried about their leader, friend & brother he got his phone to text Tama, who was his second in command. “Hey don’t worry about me I’m just out in the city for tonight I’ll talk to you in the morning.” Jay sent the message to him before cutting off his phone to go back to bed but at that point he noticed Kimmie starting to wake up.

Jay gave her a kiss on her forehead as she was waking up causing her to blush once more than she did the whole night with him. “Hi bunny did I wake you up.” Jay asked holding her gently as he played with her hair like he did before. “Yes” Kimmie spoke she still had that sleepy & soft voice she even yawned before resting her head in the crease of Jay’s neck. “Sorry” Jay told her before he kissed her head again causing her to smile. “Was I good” Kimmie asked secretly wanting his praise & approval all she wanted to do now was to make him happy & proud of her. “Bunny it was wonderful, you did such a good job, you took it so well” Jay did exactly what she wanted to hear him praising her for how good she was. “I wasn’t too rough was I know that you’re small so I didn’t want or mean to hurt you if I did” Jay rubbed her cheek softly with his thumb. “No Mr White I… I actually like it rough” Kimmie giggled. Jay smirked at her “Bunny I thought you were innocent & naive” Jay laughed knowing that it wasn’t true. “Nooo” Kimmie sung and giggled.

“Shouldn’t you be getting back to your boys, aren’t they worried you’ve been here all night?” Kimmie asked while rubbing her hand over Jay’s chest & over his trademark switchblade scar. “No I texted Tama & told him that I’ll see him & the rest of the boys in the morning. What about you?” Jay asked confusing Kimmie . “Huh?” Kimmie asked confused. “I mean shouldn’t you be getting home?” Jay asked. “No, well I do have my apartment but it’s not the best it’s small & cramp.” Kimmie told him which made him feel a little bit sad such a nice & sweet girl shouldnt have to live in a small and crappy apartment complex it was located in a bad area of the city so that made Jay feel even worse. “You know if you don’t feel like going back to your apartment then you could come with me back to our hideout” Jay told her. “Are you sure that’s okay wouldnt your boys be mad?” Kimmie asked. “No they wouldn’t mind besides it’s big enough for you so it wouldn’t be too much” Jay told her making her feel safe & accepted.

“Thank you Mr White.” Kimmie smiled looking back up at him. “No problem anything for my bunny.” Jay told her before giving her a small but yet passionate and even affectionate kiss.

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#5

I got a Hikuleo idea. How about Hikuleo introducing them to his family, or Bullet Club?

Hikuleo x Reader

Introducing you to his family

Author’s Note: centering this more of him introducing his girlfriend to his brothers

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Nervous was an understatement. Hikuleo wanted you to meet his brothers. You knew who his brothers were. You just had never met them.

Hikuleo constantly reminded you that you had nothing to worry about…you didn’t believe him.

Tama thought it was HILARIOUS that you were nervous to meet him and Tanga Loa.

Tanga Loa was nicer than you thought he’d be.

Tama asked when you were gonna meet the rest of the family which made you even more nervous.

You and his brothers really got along well

Hikuleo was glad that you got along with his brothers until they started telling you embarrassing stories about him and showing you embarrassing pictures…which by the way…they absolutely did send them to you.

After getting back to your house, Hikuleo looked at you and said, “See. You had nothing to worry about. They loved you.”

23 notes - Posted June 25, 2022

#4

May I please request 5 with Jay White and spoken?

Prompt: “You’re the most amazing boyfriend-“, “Actually, it’s pronounced fiancé. Will you marry me?”

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You walked in Jay’s house not expecting to see it decorated for Valentine’s Day. You knew that y’all were going to be spending the day together, but you definitely didn’t expect him to do anything fancy. You had already left his Valentine’s Day gift(chocolate covered strawberries, his favorite protein powder, a new switchblade necklace) at his house that morning while he was at the gym before you went to work(photography studio)

When he got back from the gym, he showered and decorated the house along with getting your gift from where he hid it. Well, one thing he had to pick up today so that they’d still be good. He got you flowers, a new camera, and a ring that he didn’t give you until a few minutes after the other stuff.

When you saw the new camera and the flowers, you teared up immediately. Seeing how much detail he paid attention to especially when you talk about your favorite flowers meant so much to you. You started to say something to him, “you’re the best boyfriend-.” He cuts you off while down on one knee, “Actually, it’s pronounced fiancé. Will you marry me?”

You nodded and whispered yes while in tears. He put the ring on your finger and kissed you gently.

30 notes - Posted February 14, 2022

#3

Cash Wheeler x Reader

Description: Nobody could make him stay…nobody but her.

Author’s Note: This song made me think of Cash Wheeler.

Gif Credit: @thunderkiss86

@wheeler-omega-kingston this is the Cash fic I’ve been working on

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Cash Wheeler…no one thought he’d ever settle down and stay.

They all thought he’d leave again

Nobody knew what this girl did to make him stay. Cash didn’t even really know.

She understood him. She understood his need to travel. His need to be on the road.

She was a traveling photographer. She understood being on the road all the time.

“Cash, what’s going on with you?”, Dax asked really confused. “Seriously Cash. What’s going on in your head?”, Tully wanted to know. He had to know what was throwing off one of his top guys. “She is.”, Cash replied looking at Y/N. “Y/N?”, Dax questioned.

Upon hearing her name, Y/N walked over to FTR and Tully. “Hey guys.”, she said as she stood next to Cash. “Y/N, always a pleasure to see you.”, Tully stated acknowledging her.

“Hey, Cash? I was wondering if I could talk to you later after the show?”, Y/N asked because Tully and Dax had told her that Cash liked her. Cash simply nodded not able to get the words out. “Great! I’ll see you later!”, Y/N said as she then walked off to go find Anna and Tay to take their promo pics. And of course to tell them what happened.

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After telling the girls what happened and taking pictures most of the night, the show was finally over. Y/N was excited to finally have a chance to talk to Cash. She was really nervous as well.

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As soon as Y/N saw Cash, her nerves calmed down a lot. Cash walked over to you, “let me get your bag? Dax said you were staying at the same hotel as us and I was hoping you and I could talk on the way there? That is if you want to ride to the hotel together.. we don’t have to…it was just an idea.” You smiled, “that sounds like a great plan, but I can carry my own bag.” Cash shook his head and grabbed your bag from you, “What kind of man would I be if I let you carry your own bag? I got it.”

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After talking, the two of y’all found out there was a lot that the two of you have in common. You both also happened to find out that y’all lived in the same neighborhood. He laughed, “We literally live across the street from each other. How did we not know?”

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Three weeks later, Cash asked you out. You of course said yes. It’d be a lie to say that the two of y’all weren’t together almost 24/7 now.

“I’m not even kidding when i say I want to spend the rest of my life with you”, Cash said while laying under the stars with you. “Honestly, I wanna spend the rest of my life with you too.”, you replied. “That quote about the stars you like…from that poem… The Old Astronomer to his Pupil? What was it?”, he asked. Laying your head on his chest, you replied, “I have loved the stars too fondly to be fearful of the night.”

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Author’s Note: I’m not gonna lie, the writers block kinda took over for a bit so it took a while to write this. I also don’t know how this turned into what it did.

31 notes - Posted March 26, 2022

#2

Matt and Nick: *carrying all the groceries*

Hangman: *holds out hand to help*

Matt and Nick : *moves all the groceries to one hand to hold Hangman’s hands*

Dark Order: *drags Hangman away*

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@moxleyunstable this is for you

54 notes - Posted July 27, 2022

My #1 post of 2022

Daniel- I- Daniel…

256 notes - Posted May 31, 2022

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[omg-im-such-a-masochist]

It Will Come Back

Summary: Inspired by @auburnwrites

Word Count: 1640 words

Pairings: Yandere!Jay White x Bee (Reader)

Warnings: +18, smut (mentioned), cursing, mentions of murder, possessive behavior and jealousy

Editor: @thenightmareismyreality

Divider: @firefly-graphics

Tag: @writtingrose , @theworldofotps , @unusual-tomorrxw , @aerynscrichton , @new-zealand-chic , @alliwant456 , @wrestlersownmyheart , @sophiewolfheart-blog , @crowleysqueenofhell , @whenimakeitshine1234 , @irish-newzealand-idian-dutch

A/N: I love yandere characters, y’all. Sue me! 😂 If you’d like to check out my previous works, you can find them on my Masterlist

The opening and closing sound of his switchblade was the only noise inside the small apartment. The lights were off and the living room curtains were slightly pulled apart so he could get a better view of the sidewalk. Of where she stood with him.

Jay’s mind was racing with thoughts *There he is again. That fucking prick! Roaming around her, full of smiles, touches and soft words. Like a fucking sick mutt! As if I didn’t hate him enough, he now has to fucking WALK HER HOME?! I know what he’s trying to do and I know how this is going to end! If he thinks he can take her away from me, he’s wrong! SO FUCKING WRONG! I’ll deal with it…Yes, I’ll deal with him*.

Sighing as she opened the door of her apartment, Bee fumbled with the grocery bags in her arms while she tried to properly lock the door. The bag holding the eggs and carrots slipped, and Bee gasped thinking about the horrible mess and smell it would cause. Before she could react, a pair of hands snatched the bag before it could fall to the floor.

“Fuck!” She yelped, quickly turning around to meet the intruder inside her home. She took a deep breath once she met his sparkling blue eyes “Jesus fuck, you scared the shit out of me!”. Her eyes roamed from the black towel wrapped around his hips up to his chiseled torso.

Droplets of water fell from his wet hair, down to his neck and nipples, leaving a wet trail on each side of his obliques that were only stopped by the thick, black fabric. When her eyes finally reached his face, it didn’t go unnoticed to her the cocky grin he had on his lips.

“Enjoying the view, honeybee?” That voice, that teasing tone that never failed to make her blush, worked a shiver down her spine.

“You just caught me off guard, that’s all” She tried to brush it off as he placed the grocery bag carefully on top of the small kitchen island.

Jay did the same thing with the remaining bags in her hand before he turned around and pulled her towards him in a tight embrace.

“No, Jay. You just took a shower and I’m in my work clothes”

“Who cares? I missed you” His head dipped down and captured her lips for a loving, heated kiss. Their tongues danced to their own song, a rhythm that only belonged to the both of them. And Jay would die before letting anyone end what they had.

“I missed you too” She whispered against his chest before laying a peck on the mildly tanned skin. “You didn’t tell me you were coming home early! I could’ve picked you up at the airport”

“Yeah, I wanted to surprise you. I was actually planning on making you a romantic dinner but you ruined everything by coming home early” Jay teased and buried his face in the crook of her neck.

Bee cackled and took a deep breath once his soft goatee began to tickle her skin. She thought about just how much she had missed this feeling before answering his unspoken question.

“The big boss decided to not be a total bitch for once and let us leave earlier since it’s Friday. Jenna asked if I’d like to join them for a happy hour but honestly I just wanted to come home, take a shower and FaceTime you while I made dinner but this” Her fingers caressed his wet hair “is so much better than FaceTime”.

After her long, hot shower - accompanied by Jay - Bee sat on one of the island stools and watched him as he cooked. Jay was making their all time favorite: chicken pad thai, as they talked about their late week's events while sharing a bottle of Sauvignon Blanc.

Jay’s eyes were focused on the task of chopping the tofu as he asked “So, did you come back home alone since Jenna went to the pub for the happy hour?”

“I was going to, but Alex moved to one of those new buildings down the block, so we took the bus and then walked together for a bit. He dropped me off here before walking home”.

Jay’s grip on the knife handle became so strong at the mention of Bee’s coworker that his knuckles turned white. “Really? That’s so thoughtful of him” He smiled at her and turned around to toss the tofu on the frying pan. Once his back was facing Bee, the sweet smile disappeared and a cold stern look took over Jay’s features as he clenched his jaw.

A bright gleam caught Jay’s attention. The kitchen light was being caught by the blade of the knife he was using earlier, making the metal appear shinier. Almost like an answer to all of his unspoken questions…*The solution* He thought to himself as a wicked grin was plastered on his lips.

Jay turned around to face Bee again, his collected demeanor back again as he asked “And how’s that foreign girlfriend of his? She was Russian, right?”

“Oh, that one” Bee winced “She dumped him, the poor guy”

“Really? Wow. Could not see that coming” He spoke in fake shock.

“Yeah, she went back to Russia last month”

Jay hummed as he thought *Exactly when I went back to Japan, what a fucking coincidence*

“Well, that’s a shame. I hope he finds someone else. He’s a great guy and surely didn’t deserve something like that”.

If he was being honest to himself, Jay thought his acting skills should win a fucking Oscar! The way he was able to wish the guy best of luck while his thoughts revolved only around bathing in Alex’s blood had to be worthy of an Oscar.

Standing up from her stool, Bee walked around the island and hugged Jay tightly “Aww, baby. That’s so sweet of you!”

Jay’s fingers softly caressed her hair, as he drowned in her scent “You know me, honeybee, I’m nothing but sweet”.

The only thing Bee didn’t see was the contrast between Jay’s gentle voice and his vengeful blue eyes.

The rustle sound of clothes was what woke her up. Bee’s eyes adapted to the semi-darkness and she spotted a figure close to the wardrobe.

“Jay?”

“It’s me, honeybee”

Even in the dark room, she could hear the assuring smile in his voice. “What are you doing up so late?” She asked when she realized it was past 3 am.

“Jetlag. I woke up in the middle of the night and since I couldn’t get back to sleep, I went out for a walk”

When she was about to turn on the bedside lamp, he covered her body with his “But I don’t think that helped out much” His lips covered hers in a sensual kiss. His tongue took control of their actions as his hands pinned her wrists above her head “But I think I know what will”.

Jay rubbed his hard bulge against Bee’s inner thigh, making her moan softly.

“Baby, wait” She pleaded “Why do you taste like blood?” Bee’s hand quickly turned on the bedside lamp and stared at Jay’s face. There was no sign of injury visible, which made her frown.

“Fine, you caught me. I ate a piece of the cake in the fridge with my switchblade because I got too lazy to go grab a fork and I licked the icing off the blade”

“You cut your tongue?! Baby, I already told you to not do that!”

“I know, but I got hungry” Jay’s lips began to trace a trail down her neck “So hungry” His growl was almost inhuman once he reached her navel.

Minutes after his tongue softly licked her clit. She had already forgotten all about the blood…

Saturday morning, started lazy, with Jay on the couch browsing through the tv channels and playing with his switchblade as Bee read one - of the many - Manga collections he bought for her in Japan. She began to learn Japanese when she was only 4 years old - thanks to her best friend to this day: Asa. And ever since Jay went to Japan, he always made sure to bring her a big collection of Manga.

Jay suddenly stopped on the news channel as they were showing a picture of someone he knew “Isn’t that Alex?”

Bee’s eyes were fixed on the screen the minute Jay asked about the man, as the headline of the news announced “Young male is found dead in the back alley of his apartment building”, with a picture of Alex on the side of the screen.

“No, this is not possible!” Bee’s voice was strangled with tears as the reporter announced:

“A young male identified as Alex Murray was found dead this morning, his body was disfigured and the cause of death was over 100 stab wounds. Police have every reason to believe this was a homicide due to the amount of stab wounds, his wallet still being in his possession along with the money and his ID. People are categorizing this as a personal vendetta, as the word “mine” was carved into his stomach. Police are still investigating possible suspects, but as of late, there’s no apparent reason as to why someone would want to brutally murder Alex Murray”.

“Oh my God” Bee gasped “Why would someone do that to him?”

Jay pulled her closer to his embrace and allowed her to lean on him as she cried. He opened his switchblade and pressed the cold blade against his lips. He could swear it still smelled and tasted like blood.

“Shhh, it’s okay, honeybee. It will all be alright” Jay cooed as a smirk crossed his lips at the thought.

*He’ll NEVER touch you again! Because you belong to me! You are MINE!*

[waywardwrestlewritingwaif]

Divide and Conquer

Ok, I'm clearly on some sort of mean boy streak here, between the Eddie fic I posted and this one. But come on, who's a better mean boy than Jay?

Pairing: Jay White x OFC

Word count: 2,700

Content advisory: graphic sexual content, behavior that some people might find disturbing

It shouldn’t surprise you at all but you’re still dumbfounded. Almost ten years. A Bullet Club founding father. The one bit of continuity in Japan as the group devoured leader after leader and yet there was Tama Tonga, laid out in the middle of the ring, an easy pin for the Good Brothers, laid out by the leader of his own group, the guy he had helped bring into the fold. Jay White, the consummate bastard. Everything the guy touched turned to shit. Why should Bullet Club be any different?

You’ve been trying to ignore him and his poisonous influence ever since it had ceased to play a part in your everyday life. When he’d arrived at Impact, looking for a fight with David Finlay, he’d needed someone to have his back and so he’d recruited your then-boyfriend, Chris Bey. Things had been going well with Chris, or so you thought. It had been chill. It had been fun. Things had progressed to the point where you’d exchanged apartment keys. But as soon as the Switchblade made his entrance, it was like Chris suddenly had no attention to spare for anyone else.

Sure, it must have been flattering for him to be chosen but any idiot could have seen that Jay had just made an appraisal of the available talent, seen that Chris was at the top of the pile, and that he was a little insecure about where he fit in Impact. Jay had wanted a warm body to shield him from his enemies, nothing more. Towards the end, when things had really gone to shit, you’d been stupid enough to say that to Chris’s face and that was how things had ended.

“You’re smarter than this! You’re better than this! This asshole is going to drop you the way he drops everybody and you’re too starstruck to see it!”

Nope, Chris had not been ready to hear any of that.

Which somehow makes it incredibly depressing as you watch him celebrate with Jay and the Good Brothers.

He’ll do the same thing to you, you complete idiot.

But even if you said it out loud, he wouldn’t hear you. Even if you shouted it into his face, he wouldn’t hear you. Such is the power of Jay White. His desperate need to be adored makes less self-centered people to adore him.

He’d moved on Chris like you were his rival, acting annoyed when you’d want to spend time alone, making sure to point out every time a beautiful woman gave Chris the eye, so he’d know he had options, implying that having a relationship was splitting his focus and limiting his potential. At first, you’d let it slide, figuring that Chris would see right through it. By the time you’d started to object, it was too late. Your boyfriend was gone, at least on the inside. He continued to half-ass the role for another month or two before you’d had your final blowup. You’d thrown his keys at his feet and stormed dramatically away and it had taken you two days to remember that you hadn’t gotten yours back from him. You’d tried texting him to get them back, then tried confronting him at work, until he finally just spat that he didn’t know where your keys were and that he wanted you to leave him alone.

Those were the last words that had passed between you. He didn’t even say hello if he passed you in the hall. Then again, he’s so far up Jay’s ass these days, you doubt he can see you.

It does occur to you to wait for him to come backstage. Your match for the night is done, you don’t need to worry about keeping yourself in good psychological shape. Maybe it would be worth one last, desperate appeal to his humanity, maybe you could reach out and retrieve something of the man you’d liked so much. But as he strolls up the ramp with his new gang, you catch a look at his dark eyes and it’s like you don’t even know who that is anymore. It breaks your heart but there’s nothing you can do.

So you retreat to catering and chat with Jordynne and Mickie for a while, taking some encouragement from the fact that Mickie keeps hinting that you should be next in line for a shot at her title. You’re not sure you’re that high up in the pecking order yet but it’s incredibly flattering to hear. It is possible to be really impressed with someone and humbled by their attention without falling under their spell like you’re in some sort of cult, you reassure yourself. You’re doing it right now and Mickie James has been proving herself for a hell of a lot longer than Jay White.

You hang around after the other women leave, playing with a napkin and ruminating over the fact that the son of a bitch has run through your life like a bus through a crowded intersection. You were collateral damage. You were a potential threat to his totally dominating Chris and he dispatched you like you were nothing. And on some level, that means you were nothing, because if Chris had had any deeper feelings for you, he would have fought to keep you, at least for a little while.

The worst part is that there is a little corner of your soul that is hurt that Jay never saw any use for you. He never saw any value in recruiting both of you to the Club. And that truly makes you feel like nothing.

It’s late by the time you drag yourself back to the hotel and although there are others gathered for a post-show party, you head straight to your room and crawl into bed. Everything hurts.

*

Getting home is more of a hassle than you’d anticipated because you’re bumped from your flight onto one that forces you to make a stopover that ends up being three and a half hours long. When you arrive, your luggage goes missing and although they’re eventually able to locate it, that takes another two hours, meaning that by the time you get to your apartment, it’s been a seven-hour day of discomfort and frustration. Never in your life have you been as aggravated that you live in a building without an elevator.

You trudge up the stairs and into your apartment, drop your bags and immediately scream.

There, sitting in your favorite comfy chair, looking like he owns the place, is Jay White.

“What the fuck are you doing here?” you rage, kicking the door shut with force.

“I didn’t think it was good that Chris had your keys and could just go running back to you at any moment, so I pinched them a while back,” he smirks. “I’d totally forgotten but I figured I should return them.”

“Get the hell out.”

“You look tired. Guess you had to take the long route. Not me. Flew first class.”

“If you’re not gone in thirty seconds, I’m calling the police. I’m sure they’ll send only the best squad car to haul your creepy ass to jail.”

He laughs and rises to his feet, approaching you like he has some sort of malevolent plan.

“You sure were hanging close to the entrance on Saturday night. You must have had a great view of everything. Lucky the camera didn’t catch your sad little face staring at us so longingly. Did you wish you could have been part of the big moment of the night? It was all over social media after. I didn’t see anyone mentioning your match, though.”

He comes to a halt in front of you and gives you the unkindest smile you’ve ever seen.

“Guess I pushed you out of the spotlight again, didn’t I?”

Your hand flies at his face before you even realize what you’re doing, the impact making a satisfying crack and a red mark on his cheek. But it doesn’t faze him. He just laughs a little.

“You’ve had your fun,” you snarl, trying not to feel embarrassed at how your composure has broken down, “now go.”

“No, I don’t think I will.”

He looms over you, hovering like a static cloud that confuses all your systems. You can feel those piercing eyes bearing down on you but you can’t bring yourself to look into them. It’s like you’re suddenly overwhelmed by a feeling of shame for no good reason.

“Come sit down, let’s have a talk,” he purrs, taking one of your hands loosely in his.

The prick is inviting you to come and sit down in your own apartment, on furniture that you paid for. But you don’t say anything, you just let him lead you over to the sofa and guide you where he wants you before he sits down next to you. He’s still holding on to your hand, turning it over and running his fingers over the inside of your wrist. With a cryptic little smile, he raises it to his lips, his grip tightening only when he feels you flinch.

“What are you doing?” you choke, your whole body going tense.

“Well, now that Chris is settled in where he needs to be, I don’t see any reason why the two of us shouldn’t enjoy each other’s company.”

“Chris left me because you basically made him choose between working with you and having a relationship.”

“Yes,” he chuckles, “I suppose I did. But I think the two of you are much more interesting separately than together. He can be the partner I need around the ring and you…”

He leans in, pressing his face close to your ear before he continues.

“There are lots of things I want to do with you that he was just going to make difficult.”

You twist your head but you don’t pull away, not like you should. He’s earned another slap but you don’t do that either. You just look down at the floor and try to keep from breathing too rapidly. He remains silent for a few minutes before taking your face firmly in one hand and forcing you to look at him.

“You said it yourself: he left you. You’re a single woman now and there’s no reason you shouldn’t move on. No reason you shouldn’t move up.”

“You can’t be serious. You destroyed my relationship and now you’re saying you want to fuck me?”

“One did necessitate the other.”

“Why would you even think that was remotely acceptable? Why didn’t you just leave things alone?”

“Because leaving things alone wouldn’t have gotten me what I want.”

There’s a sociopathic clarity to his voice and to what he’s saying. Why would he have let people be happy if their happiness was standing in the way of him having whatever he wanted?

He leans back a little and removes his shirt, tossing it aside like he belongs here, and crooks a finger at you. It’s not like you haven’t seen his body before, you’ve seen it on a weekly basis, but it still takes your breath away how perfectly chiseled everything is, like he’s some sort of ancient god brought to life.

“Kiss me,” he orders.

“No.”

You can feel something stirring in your core and you hope to god that he can’t pick up on it. The expression on his face makes you think he can but it’s also possible he’s just so used to being desired that he can’t envision any other reaction. He runs a hand between his legs and you can see the outline of his cock start to protrude from his pants.

He just stares at you, gently palming his cock and smiling in a knowing, infuriating way.

“I can wait as long as I need to. But I’m guessing that you haven’t had any since your breakup and that you’re feeling a lot more deprived than I am. I’ll bet you’re thinking right now about what I could do to you. And I’ll bet that if Chris walked in here right now and asked you to come back, it’s still my dick you’d end up sucking.”

“Be quiet you insufferable son of a bitch.”

He spreads his arms wide and thrusts his chin towards you. “Come get yourself something. No one has to know.”

You feel your strength ebbing. He’s right, you haven’t been with anyone since Chris and you have been getting edgier by the day. Worse, the temptation of that perfect body, attached though it is to the most arrogant man you’ve ever met in your life, is eating you alive. His expression turns knowing.

“The sooner you get over here, the longer we get to play tonight.”

It’s like your body moves and leaves your brain on the cushion behind you. Before you know it, you’re on his lap, lips passionately engaged with his while you grind against him, mewling in want as you feel him growing harder in response.

“Get your clothes off.”

You do as he tells you, feeling a little self-conscious, like you’re not nearly beautiful enough to be fucking someone like him. He slides his pants off, confirming that all of him is as beautiful as the parts you’ve seen. It makes you gasp and he smirks.

“Let’s have a quick one to start,” he whispers, pulling you back onto his lap.

His thumb immediately connects with your clit, moving in slow, delicious circles, making you moan and grind into his hand to increase the speed and friction. Within minutes, he has you so wet that it’s almost difficult for you to stay in place. His cock is slathered with your juices and the heat in you is still increasing.

So you raise your hips enough that you can settle onto him, the sensation of being stretched out again after a dry spell making you moan even louder.

“Oh god, Jay.”

“That’s it, say my name.”

He rubs you harder and you can feel the aura of your approaching orgasm, so close that you can’t help but beg him to finish you off. You scream as he does, the sensation of your body erupting from the inside out ripping through you. He doesn’t give you a second to recover, though, slamming his hips up into you, chasing his own pleasure.

“How does it feel,” he grunts, “riding the man you’ve been hating so much, knowing he’s going to come inside you?”

You grimace but you don’t stop moving. You can’t. As much of a soulless monster as he is, you want to feel him come, you want to please him.

You have to grab his shoulders tightly as he thrusts hard into you a final few times before you feel him release, his grip on your hips finally relaxing a little.

“Why don’t you get us some water while we recover for a few minutes?” he pants.

And once again, you do as you’re told, retrieving a couple of bottles from the refrigerator. He gives you a sly smile as he takes one of them, running it along the inside of your thighs. He laughs when the cold sensation on your heated skin makes you jump.

“Figured you needed some relief,” he smirks, pressing the bottle against your pussy, rocking it back and forth until you twist away, unable to handle any further stimulation. Then he grabs your wrist, opening the bottle with his mouth and downing half of it in one gulp.

“Take a seat.” He guides you back onto his lap and pours the rest of his water over your body, laughing as you scream and try to escape.

His tongue moves over your skin until he feels you relax again.

“What would people say if they knew you’d fucked me like a possessed woman? Or that you’re going to take me to your bedroom in a few minutes and let me do whatever else I want to you?”

“No one is going to find out about this,” you grumble, unable to look him in the eye.

He grabs a handful of your hair and forces you to face him.

“Not for now,” he hisses.

[domesticblisss]

Nice to Meet You

Jay White x Female Reader Requested Prompt: “Hello! Thank you for opening requests. How about one with Jay White where he’s in New Japan and reader is in WWE and they end up following each other on ig or something and after awhile of messages and such they finally meet and get together? You can change things up if you want I just love the idea of 2 people from separate companies getting together lol ❤️ ” Rating: PG-13 Word Count: 1306 Warnings: Nothing, fluff as fuck with a tiny little bit of angst and some between the lines pinning and a little cursing. Summary: Mutual friends aren't enough for you to meet, but the internet is. A/N: Sorry it took me so long to post it, work has been crazy, then writer's block hit and when the inspirations finally got back to me, I had the shittiest week ever so I couldn't bring myself to write it. I hope it's at least a little bit good, and that my dear requester and you all like it. 💕

He always heard about her and she always heard about him. Only good things.

Shelley always gushed about how their styles were similar, Sabin went off countless times on how they should wrestle as a duo, and against each other, and Candice kept mentioning how they would look cute together.

But the friends in common weren't enough to make them meet each other and their hectic schedule never coincided. Soon, Jay shipped off to Japan full time and she finally got her NXT contract signed.

Jay was the one to take the first step. It was on a late saturday night, one of his few days off, when he finally decided to watch her debut match against Asuka after seeing it trending across social media and different news outlets.

She lost the match, but she gave the NXT Women’s Champion a run for her money. Hard kicks after hard kicks, asuka locks being countered several times, and the most incredibly performed top rope DDT he had ever seen. It was the hardest hitting women’s match he had seen in a while and he was amused with her talent, so amused he had to let the world know.

“@thisisfuryWWE nxt debut match was the best one I’ve seen in a long time. Can’t wait to see more of you 😉”

The message made her smile, the recognition from someone she always thought so highly of warming her heart.

“@JayWhiteNZ thank you! this means a lot coming from the #switchblade 🔪❤️”

With that came the mutual following on social media, then the likes, the casual comments turned into dm’s, turned into phone number exchanges, and soon, they didn’t know a life without each other.

Every day a “good morning” text would be sent by whoever woke up first and “sleep well” texts closed off the night. The time zone was messy, but they always found a way to talk to each other, losing count of how many nights were poorly slept and the amount of coffee they drank on the morning after.

Little “this made me think of you” messages were sent whenever a dog picture or a meme came their way, friends' dinner/lunch dates through FaceTime became a thing and every Instagram post got commented with an inside joke. Friends and fans started to notice the change in their relationship and soon their mentions were bombarded with speculating questions.

“Are you guys together?”

“When are the two of you getting married?”

“@thisisfuryWWE and @JayWhiteNZ get a fucking room already”

“I would if she was near me 🙄”

She was the one who took the second step. After a lot of talk with Candice, she finally realised her true feelings towards the kiwi. It wasn’t easy accepting them at first, she took longer to respond to his messages, the “good morning” texts were no more, and her answers were always short, until the fateful day where she completely stopped answering him.

→ I don’t know if I did something wrong, and I am so sorry if I did, but please talk to me.

She knew that ghosting him was wrong and that she needed to tell him the truth, even if her anxiety got the best of her.

The clock on her phone announced that it was 12:45pm, meaning it was almost 2 in the morning for him and that he probably had just gotten back from the monday tapings, tired and wanting to sleep. “Fuck it, he texted me. It’s now or never.”

Ring.

Ring.

Ring.

He picked up on the third ring, his long, dyed black hair wet, sticking to his forehead, the droplets of water running down his chest.

“Hey! Sorry it took me a while to pick it up, I was just taking a shower. How are you?” He panted like he had just ran a marathon to pick up the phone. “I missed you.”

She had never seen him so vulnerable, the small tone of his voice shot a tinge of pain to her heart. “Can we talk? I need to talk to you.”

“Sure, just let me put some pants on.” Jay laughed.

He sat the phone down on the nightstand and she kept staring at the cream ceiling of his hotel room, thinking about everything and nothing at the same time.

“Is everything okay, I was worried about you.” Noises of shuffling fabric were noticeable in the background, paired with a string of curses after what she was pretty sure was him bumping his pinky on some furniture.

“Everything is fine. Is your toe still alive?”

“Yeah, yeah…”

She looked at him, really looked at him. The dark hair dryer, messy and no longer sticking to his forehead, probably the work of him aggressively running the towel over it. His fair skin pink after a hot shower, blue eyes shy, almost anxiety ridden with anticipation of what could happen next. She let out a modest smile, running the words she had thought about telling him countless times in her head.

“What is it, honey?”

“Jay, I- I need to tell you something. I don’t know how to say it but just let me finish first or I’ll die.”

He only nodded.

“I like you. Really, really like you. That’s why I’ve been off these past few days, I’ve been trying to understand my feelings and I ended up scaring myself because I’ve never felt this way for anyone.” she stopped for a few seconds, hands running over face and hair, taking a moment to breath. “Jay, I– fuck, I appreciate our friendship so, so much and I don’t want to ruin it, but I get it if this makes you uncomfortable and if you want to cut ties.”

Jay kept quiet, staring at her through the small screen, smile getting bigger and until it turned into full, hearty laughter.

“Jay, this is not funny. I’m not–“

“This is why you vanished? God, can’t you see I fucking love you too, you idiot?!”

Silence engulfed the pair again as they looked at each other, not believing what had finally happened. They exchanged smiles and lingering stares before continuing the conversation.

“I’m crazy about you, honey.”

“And how are we going to do this, Jay?”

“I am constantly going back home, you can come over when you have some free time. We will figure it out, baby.”

Three weeks of messages and video calls, three weeks of “I love yous” and “can’t wait to see you”, three of the longest weeks of their lives until they finally meet each other.

Jay opens instagram, her story bubble being the first one to show up. He clicks on it and is met with a picture of her in a red envelope dress and white converse, the same one he was wearing, and a caption that said “today is going to be a great day! ❤️🔪”.

🔥 reaction and a “see you in forty, love” reply sent, her phone vibrated in her purse just a few meters away from him. Little did he know she was waiting for him in the landing room, holding a small poster with “Mr. White” written and little switchblades drawn all over it.

She grew anxious as everyone but Jay left the plane, checking the time and if she was on the right gate constantly.

Five minutes passed, five minutes that felt like hours, and Jay finally came out, with sunglasses covering his eyes and his denim jacket in hand. He stopped dead in his tracks when he saw her, a smile growing on his face as she ran to him. He engulfed her in a tight hug, kissing her lips in small pecks that grew into one big slow kiss.

They touched foreheads after, smiling and laughing, not believing they were finally in each other’s arms.

“Hey, stranger.”

[coleskingdom]

Not My Blood

Jay White x Female Reader

NSFW 18 +

@midwestmade29 @madhatterbri

“Go get him” I plead with Juice. “It’s over, just go get him.” Grabbing him by the vest now. “No, I get that you love him and I do to but going out there and carrying him back here isn’t happening.” He put his arm around my waist “Your not going out there either. You’re full of fury because this is personal and if you don’t think he didn’t go out there to handle business you’re fucking crazy. He smeared that man’s blood on himself for you to be your warrior, sure they’ve got history but this new shit the blood is on you. So if he wants warriors death you give it to him. Besides if we had gone out there he loses and what was all this for. “ the nonchalance infuriating me.

“You’re still the Elites bitch. You’ll never get away from them no matter how hard you try. Matt owns your pathetic ass..“ I yell at Adam as he walks by, he turns and the deadness in his eye “Darlin, I know you’re not happy but I’ll remind you to watch your tone. I could’ve done so much worse to him.” his voice hoarse, “You’re a fucking coward. Christian coming to save your ass because everyone knew who the better man is even your best friends. “ he stepped closer “Christian did what?” Backing me up into Juice and Colten. “ I said Christian speared Jay. That’s how you got the pin , because even Matt and Nick know that you couldn’t get it done.” He turned walking away putting his fist into a wall. “ The elite the the elite. “ I mocked as he walked away

“You can’t stop yourself can you.” Juice chuckled before seeing Jay limp to gorilla , we both took an arm walking him back to the locker room. “ Out” Jays voice commanding and deep. I started to walk out of the locker room my heart breaking for him, but understanding his need for space. “Not you” his head turning towards me. Juice and the gunns patted me on the shoulder. “What do you need ? What can I do?” Kneeling in front of him my head in his lap. “You” he said softly, I moved to untie his boots remembering what Juice had said about him being my warrior. “Hotel, please, just get me to our room.” I gathered everything throwing it in bags. He stood draping an arm on me, with me supporting him, to the hotel across the street.

Once in the room he slumped on to the bed. “Are you okay? his concern on me. “Let me take care of you please” calling down for ice and unpacking the heating pad. “Answer me” his eyes following me around the room. “ I’m fine, I’m good. I mean it’s you sitting here with his blood on you.” my voice betraying me and it caught in my throat. He opened his arms pulling me into him. “I’m fine, I’m sore I’m bloody but Sweetheart it’s not my blood. His head resting in my abdomen. I bend down to kiss his forehead. My lips touching the dried blood. “ an unexpected tear fell from my eye.

I got up and went to the bathroom and began running a bath for him. I felt him watch me as I ready things for him. “You don’t have to do all of this.” My hands frantically checking the water. “Get in please.” He stripped down and slid into the warm water. I wet a wash cloth, watching it turn pink as I washed his face . “Hey, I’m okay.” stopping my trembling hand. “And it’s okay if you’re not. Just talk to me, fussing over me isn’t what I need. “ I dropped the wash cloth. “ Juice said the blood was my fault. That the blood in this feud now is on me. “ not meeting his, “I’m washing the blood of someone I loved once off of you. I need you to let me wash him off of you, off of us.“ I continued to wash the remaining off of him , the bath an eerie pink color. He pulled the drain as I looked at the water going down. “Get me a towel would you.” I handed him a towel as he dried himself off. Wrapping it low on his waist as he stood in front of me“You know I was trying to impress you.” his lips finding my ear. “And I think I upset you instead. Let me make it up to you.” a shiver running down my spine at the heat in that request. “Jay, you’re sore you said it yourself. You don’t need to.” He put a finger to my lips . “ I’m going to say this once and only once. Let me fucking take care of you. I saw the text from juice about you going after Page, if I’m okay with you getting involved with my business. And Sweetheart it is My business.This started long before you, and it’s going to continue. He doesn’t have a place in this.” He moved his fingers holding my chin. “Understood “ before kissing me deeply. My arms wrap around his neck pulling him to me needing him. “Now you have far too many clothes on for how I’m going to take care of you. “ my breath hitched as his hands went to the button of my jeans taking my panties with them, his hands gliding over my hips and down the back of my thighs offering me a hand to step out of them. Then the hem of my shirt was moving up my body as his thumbs traced up my abdomen as I raised my arms. “Good girl, I’ve got you.” His fingers flicked the frame by of the bra and it fell away as his gaze became heated. His hips move forward,as he picks me up his lips on mine and carries me to the bed, sitting me down on his lap. I set my hands on his shoulders and straddle him, kissing him deeply again. We're all tongue, teeth, and nails — two people warring to take care of the other.

"Fuck," he breathes against me, pressing his lips to my jaw and dragging them down my neck when I throw my head back. "Jay, yes," | gasp, my hips begin moving against him of their own accord.

He grips my thighs harder and bites the tops of my breasts, as he moves his thumbs upward on my inner thighs, drawing slow circles that drive me crazy. I'm so drunk on him that I may come just from that. When he finally reaches where I want him, he brushes his thumb over me. He inhales sharply against my mouth and pulls away. I make a sound when he stops moving his hand.

"Fuck, sweetheart ," he growls. "You’re already so ready for me. You liked the way I manipulated him, the mind games I played. The way I took from him. You liked that didn’t you?"

I grind my hips, gasping when his thumb presses against my clit at the movement.

"Tell me." He strokes me and I throw my head back, my eyes instantly rolling to the back of my head. "Yes. Maybe. I don't know," | say, breathing harshly. “It’s only me. You can confess, I’ll take it to the grave.” he asks, the low gravel voice making me rock my hips again. “Yes Jay you did the things I wanted to do to him. I wanted to make him suffer to break him the way he broke me.” my admission rewarded me with his fingers again and I felt him twitch against me. "Fuck. Don't stop," I moan, grinding. Oh my god, he just needs to move his finger up a little. The tension builds in my stomach, coiling, and pulling. "Please don't stop.

Please don't stop."

"Tell me you're mine." He pulls my bottom lip into his mouth, sucking it hard as he moves his finger slightly, brushing just where I need him and keeping me just at the cusp of an orgasm. "Tell me you're mine and only mine, and I'll make you come. Fucking tell me." My breath is ragged as I try to move my hips again, but he holds me with his other hand, stopping my movement completely.

He undoes the towel, I rock my hips forward, my wet folds sliding up and down his velvety, hard length. My breath quickens as the tension continues to build. He hisses and stops me with a grip on both my ass cheeks. I gasp loudly. "Jay, please." “Just say it, say that I’m yours and you’re mine. That tonight proved it.”He stares at me, his eyes searching mine. His lips come down on mine again as he lifts me and positions me right at his tip.

“Yes Jay I’m yours” He loosens his grip on me and I start sliding down. He stretches me so much that I have to bite my lip hard to keep from screaming. “Fuuuuuuck," he growls against my neck as I finish seating. I clench around him, still adjusting, and his hands grip my ass tighter. "I'm never going to get enough of you. “ I start moving slowly, up and down, throwing my head back as I ride him. My stomach clenches, and when he brings his hand between us and finds my clit as I rock my hips, I have to bite his shoulder to keep the scream inside. The bite sets him off. He starts lifting his hips and using his grip on my ass to control the pace, going deeper, harder, faster.

My entire body coils and starts to shake. He stops so suddenly that I whimper. "Please," I cry out, lowering my head and looking at him. "I can't take anymore."

"Keep your eyes on mine," he grunts as he starts fucking me again, grabbing my hips so hard, I know he'll leave marks, but damn.. “I know it feels good, you’re doing so well for me. Look at me when you come for me, sweetheart . I need to see you." I do and I stop breathing. On his next thrust, I feel my orgasm go off inside me. I shake uncontrollably, he thrusts a few more times, going deep as his thumb finds my clit again. I'm so sensitive there. I don't think I can take any more, but he feels too good. “ I’ve got you, just a little more, my sweet girl taking it all . I promised I’d take care of you.” I sink my hands into his hair and start rocking against him to meet his thrusts. My eyes screw shut as the feeling in my core starts again.

"Jay please ," I chant, beginning to clench around him as he slows his thrusts.”Open your eyes," he says huskily. I look at him and come so hard. My body spasms as he empties himself deep inside me. We stay like that, our foreheads touching, as we try to catch our breath. He cups my face in his hand and tilts my head up, pulling back just a little so we can see each other better. He pulls away slightly, his thumb drawing slow circles on my cheek as he searches my eyes. He leans in and gives me the slowest, longest, sweetest kiss l've ever experienced in my life.

[midwestmade29]

Frustrated 😏

Feral mode was activated tonight...that's all I have to say 😂🫣

Word count: 838 Divider by: @saradika-graphics *GIF is not mine

Disclaimers: Unprotected sex. Read at your own discretion 🤷🏻‍♀️

Jay comes home in a foul mood and decides you're the one to help him relieve his frustrations...

You knew when Jay got home, he would likely be in a sour mood after the night he had. BCG defended their trios titles only to be attacked afterwards by the next set of men looking to steal their shiny gold belts. He’s a well calculated man, always one step ahead of everyone and not easily surprised. From what you could tell on tv, he seemed fine physically, but you knew his ego had taken a big hit.

You were in the laundry room when you heard the familiar sound of a roaring engine pull into the garage. Just as you turned around, Jay surprised you when he stood in the doorway.

“Hi love, how are-” you tried to say in greeting, but Jay cut your words off when he closed the gap between the two of you and crashed his lips against yours.

He picked you up and sat you on top of the washer with a thud, eyeing you hungrily once the kiss was broken. Your body flushed from the intensity of his gaze.

“Are you okay? You asked breathlessly.

He placed his pointer finger over your lips to silence you, the words he spoke next making you gasp slightly against it, “Ah, ah, ah love, no talking. I’m sure you saw the night me and the boys had, and it’s left me feeling a bit, troubled. Now, are you going to be good for me and let me have my way with you? I can assure you tonight I have no plans to be gentle,”

While you knew Jay wasn’t set out to hurt you, the thought of him using your body in any way he needed caused your arousal to increase tenfold. He lowered his finger from your lips, and you nodded slowly.

In the blink of an eye, his lips were on yours once more, his hands doing everything they could to remove your clothes as fast as possible. The groan he let out when you palmed his hard length through his pants was damn near animalistic and primal.

“Hop off and turn around,” Jay instructed firmly.

You did as you were told, leaning over the washer and anticipating what was to happen next. Your bare ass was instantly met with the sting of a hard spank from his hand. A jolt of excitement went through every fiber of your being making you practically beg for another.

“More,” your request breathy.

Jay rubbed the sensitive area before striking it again. When you moaned his name, you heard him shuffling behind you.

“I’ve barely been home 10 minutes and look how ready you are for me. So wet and your skin is turning the most beautiful colors. I’d hold onto something if I were you love,”

Your legs nearly gave away when you felt Jay rub the tip of his cock all around your clit. His pre cum and your own arousal allowed him to glide with ease as he teased you like that for a few moments before positioning himself at your entrance. When he pushed himself all the way inside of you, it nearly took your breath away.

Your back arched from the sudden fullness, a whine escaping your lips as your walls were forced to adjust to Jay. He pulled back until his tip was the only thing resting inside of you before thrusting again just as hard.

He grabbed your hair and pulled as he leaned over you and whispered, “I’m not playing nice tonight, love. You’ll be sore in the morning,”

It felt as if with every thrust Jay buried himself deeper and deeper inside of you. The sound of his hips connecting with your backside filled the room along with your moans and whimpers. He kept your hair in his fist while his free hand gripped your shoulder. The pressure that had built up in your core was ready to be released, Jay taking notice instantly.

“I feel what your body is telling me, but I want to hear you say it. Tell me what you want, sweet girl,”

You barely recognized your own voice when you cried out, “I-I want to cum, Jay! S-so badly,”

When he circled his thumb around your clit, you were done for. Your walls tightened around Jay before starting to contract as your orgasm ripped through you. He didn’t let up on his pace as he fucked you through your release, quickly finding his own. His hot seed filled you, his breathless grunts vibrating off your shoulder blades when he collapsed on your back.

Your hands gripped the top of the washer to help steady your shaky legs while Jay pulled himself out of you. He turned you around to face him and he kissed you more gently than earlier. He picked you up and carried you right to the bathroom and began running a hot bath for the both of you to enjoy. Hopefully the heat from the water would soothe some of the soreness you were already starting to feel.

[madhatterbri]

Thanks | J.W.

Summary: Jay White tells you what you should be doing for the dominator king switch. (Suggestive)

Author's Note: Listen, I got nothing. 😂😂 Just in a silly goofy mood at 3 AM. Came from the 2:45 time of this video.

@plentyoffandoms

Pure fiction

"I can't believe you guys are having a BBQ after what you guys did last week," you pointed out and crossed your arms. Your brothers shrugged as they lounged in the pool with their belts. A skeleton figure representing Darby was also there. It was just a little BBQ to celebrate a win over Darby Allin and the break away from the Acclaimed. Nothing serious, at least to them.

"Come on, sis, lighten up already," Austin groaned and splashed some water towards you. You quickly moved away from the water and crossed your arms. You didn't want to take any part in the celebration.

"The old man needed to retire anyways," Colten pointed out about their own dad. "Leave the wrestling to the younger crowd,"

"Besides, Jay saved Darby's life. He was never going to nake it out of Everest. No one has bothered to thank him. It's kind of rude if you ask me,"

You rolled your eyes yet decided to drop the subject. The boys would never agree that what they did was wrong. Hell, none of the men would ever agree they did anything wrong. Wrestling was every man for themselves.

"Hey, what's with the long faces? This is a party," Jay asked once he stepped outside. Your boyfriend wore a white buttoned down shirt and white pants. He left the buttons open to reveal his perfect upper body. You couldn't help but stare. He noticed you with a sour look on your face and your arms crossed.

"I think our sis needs a lesson on being thankful," your older brother teased and exaggerated your pout. He stuck out his bottom lip and crossed his arms over his chest.

"What you guys did wasn't right. Our dad and Darby didn't deserve this,"

Your brothers laughed in the pool and attempted to splash you to "cool you off." Jay smirked. A plan suddenly popped into his head. He was going to show you how to be more thankful.

"Enough, boys. Why don't we talk about this inside, darling? Come on. Let's let the boys have their fun," he waved his hand towards him. The boys agreed, and you huffed yet followed him inside. Jay closed the door behind him and led you to the bedroom. He closed the door behind him so the two of you could have some privacy.

Once inside, he grabbed your wrist and led you to lean against the wall. You faced him as he stared into your eyes. You gulped as his hand wrapped around your neck. He didn't squeeze it, but you knew to listen to him closely. His thumb rubbed across your bottom lip before his hand found its way to the back of your neck.

"No more of this kind of talk, darling. You should be getting on your knees in front of the King Switch and thanking me. Look at me with those pretty eyes and say thank you, and afterward, well, since you are down there, you know what to do,"

He smiled once he saw the realization flash before your eyes. Slowly, you dropped to your knees and obeyed him.

[bullet-clubs-bitch]

Mine

Jay White X Fem Reader requested by: @switchbabeeexo

Jay White Masterlist Main Masterlist (word count 1,200)

Summary: Ever since Jay joined the AEW roster he has gained the attention of the female talent. The girls backstage are drawn to his foreign accent and mysterious personality. It doesn’t matter how many times Jay tells you he’s not interested in those girls you still find yourself growing insecure. What happens when the voices get too loud and you need that extra reassurance? 

I was well aware of all the new attention Jay would get once he joined AEW so why was I so shocked when the women backstage threw themselves at him? This wasn’t something new, in fact, it happened all the time in Japan. The difference was the girls here were different, they were special, they were gorgeous. I watched every week as different women tried to flirt with Jay, they were practically foaming at the mouth. “Oh my gawddd, your accent is so hotttt” many of them would say as they leaned on his shoulder. You could tell that Jay coudn’t give a fuck about these girls, he never fed into their fantasies. Instead, he would brush every comment off like it was nothing. He knew I hated it, he found it amusing how much I cared about the comments when he didn’t.

I sat at catering staring daggers at Jay and Harley Cameron, she was attempting to flirt with him. Her hand was on his chest as her breasts fell out of her top. Jay on the other hand was completely ignoring her. Just then Jay and I made eye contact. He could see the anger in my eyes and was quick to excuse himself from Harley. “You know I wasn’t even paying attention to her right?” he told me. “I don’t even like any of these women” He knew I was mad and wound’t forgive him that easily. “Y/n I’m sorry, you know I love you” “Why is it that I can’t even talk to Will Ospeary without you wanting to kill someone when you get to flirt with the female talent” I asked him. “That’s different-” “No it’s not!” “Will is in love with you, he wants to fuck you” “Don’t you think those girls want that too. Look at Harley over there, she was just eye fucking you” “Come on Y/n, you’re being ridiculous” “No, I’m done” I yelled before walking out of the building. “Don’t worry JayJay, you can sleep in my bed tonight” Harley said to Jay. “Fuck off” Jay spat back. 

On my way out of the arena, I ran into no other than Will. “What’s wrong love? Did the switchblade finally cut you?” he asked. “I don’t want to talk about it” I told him, trying to leave as fast as I could. “Are you sure, you look like you’re about to cry” he told me sincerely. Next thing I knew I was in his hotel room in tears as he held me. “I can’t believe someone would say something like that. That’s complete bullshit” Will told me “What did Jay say when you told him?” “He said I was overreacting” “I’m really sorry Y/n, you didn’t deserve that” I don’t know how or why I was venting to Will but it felt good that someone was finally listening to me. I couldn't stop thinking about what I overheard a week prior to this mess. I had heard the other girls talking shit about me and when I told Jay about it he just brushed it off like it was nothing. The conversation was between Harley and Saraya. “I can’t believe Jay is still with her. You would think once he made it he would get rid of her” Harley said “Like I get they have been together for a long time and everything but let’s just face it, he could do better” she continued “I don’t even know what it is that he sees in her? She’s not pretty, she’s boring, there is nothing special about her. There are so many other people out there, look at all the models that want him and yet he’s still with her” I was trying not to cry as I heard Harley’s words. Sure they hurt but who she was talking to hurt more. One of my best friends Saraya stood next to her, listening to the conversation. “Once you get to know her, Y/n is really nice Harley. You don’t even know her!” I listened as Saraya defended me but that didn’t take away from the hurtful words. 

Once I left Will’s room I returned to my own hotel room. All I wanted to do was have a hot shower. I opened the door expecting to be alone since Dynamite was on the air but to my surprise, Jay was waiting for me. “Where were you?” he asked calmly “Does it matter where I was?” I asked him “You were with him weren’t you?” “Maybe I was, maybe I wasn’t. Why should you care, at least Will cares about me?” I could see the pain in his eyes “I do care about you Y/n, I love you. I’m sorry about earlier, I really am” I knew he was sincere but I still wasn’t convinced he was sorry. “Do you know how gorgeous you are? You are the most beautiful girl I have ever seen” he told me “I don’t care what those other girls think, you are the only person I need. You’re not boring Y/n, they are just jealous of you. Jealous of how naturally perfect you are. Look at the girls that flirt with me, they are all fake, they are not real. Fake tits, fake lips, fake everything. They are so ugly both inside and out that they need to do all of these things to at least have a chance against you. You have perfect plump lips that I love to kiss and bite. I would be scared Harley’s filler would explode if I did that to her. Your chest is warm and soft, those girls have fucken hard boulders in their tops” I couldn't help the laugh I let out at his comments. “It’s true! You are just perfect, I love every single thing about you. All of your ‘imperfections’ are perfections.” I didn’t even realize I was crying until Jay wiped away my tears and held me close. “I know, I know baby, I’m sorry” Jay and I stayed like that for a while, in each other’s loving embrace before sharing a hot shower.

I let the hot water burn my skin as Jay rubbed bubbles all over my body. “I don’t think you understand how obsessed with you I am. I love every single part of you Y/n” Jay told me as he began placing kisses all over my body. “This scar you claim to hate, love it,” he said as he kissed the deep scar on my side “Your hip dips, love them, stretch marks, love them, your beauty marks, obsessed” Every single ‘flaw’ I had pointed out over the years Jay told me he loved, kissing every single one lovingly. “You know how much I love you when I’m on my knees for you Y/n,” Jay told me, his eyes now dark. “Do you forgive me?” he asked “Yes, I’m sorry Jay. I love you too” “No, I’m sorry Y/n. I hope this will make it up to you” 

[debbiechanclub]

I am Switchblade Jay White, and New Japan has come to me and begged me and pleaded with me to talk to you about my favorite finish to a match. And so here it is, and it’s not only my favorite finish to a match; it’s one of the most significant and important finishes to a match in all of New Japan history. And you can trust and believe it because those words are coming from my mouth (x).

[sweetdreamhellofanight]

Practice

Jay White x Reader Warnings: None Word Count: 756 Summary: That was your Jay, everything else was just a front. 

You made sure to stand behind him so he couldn’t see you. The door was open wide, but the way he stood in front of the mirror was just enough so that you could crouch and be hidden from view. 

You couldn’t stop smiling as you watched him, his voice rising and rising as he spoke, until he was yelling so loud you had to cover your ears, only for his pitch to change immediately, his body language changing, too. 

The louder he got, the bigger he made himself, arms spreading out, back stiffening, as if sizing someone up. 

As he quieted, he leaned forward, speaking with his hands, more, getting closer and closer to the mirror until all he saw was himself. 

And once you were sure he was only focused on himself, focused wholeheartedly on his words, on the way his hands moved, on the way he was finally convincing himself of his own words, that’s when you finally moved behind him. 

Your steps as quiet as possible, light on your feet as you walked up behind him, hands shaking with anticipation. 

“So why don’t you pull the strings you’ve always pulled, after ALL-”

You grabbed him by the waist, your fingers squeezing into his side, making him shriek, not even finishing the words as he doubled over, 

“FUCK!” he yelled as you wrapped your arms around him, your laughs muffled as you pressed your face into his back, warm and sweat-slicked. 

He hadn’t showered yet, but you still kissed his spine, listening to the way he laughed, the way his heart raced, and how he huffed, trying to steady himself, his hands covering yours. 

“You’re a sneaky little one, aren’t you?” he asked as you poked your head out from beside him, looking at him through the mirror. 

You smiled, nestling your face against his body, 

“I couldn’t help it,” you said, “you were so focused and you looked so cute I just had to.” 

“You saw me focused and you had to break that?” he asked. You smiled up at him and for a moment, he tried to be serious, tried to keep a stern face, but the longer you looked at him, the harder it became for him to do that. 

Finally, he broke, and smiled back at you. He turned himself so that he was leaned against the counter, his arms wrapped around you, pulling you close, 

“When did you get in?” he asked, 

“A few minutes ago. I heard yelling and I figured you were practicing,” you said, shrugging. He smiled and rolled his eyes, 

“How did it sound?” he asked. 

“Threatening and hot,” you said, leaning up to kiss him. 

A small peck on the lips, and he smiled at you, 

“I think I need to keep working on it,” he said, 

“I think you need a shower,” you replied. 

“Yeah yeah I’ll get to that but I need your opinion,” he said, rocking you with him as he fidgeted in his spot. “How was it? Really?” 

You sighed. 

He had been working on this one for a while, and he only had until tonight to get it right, so you took pity on him, 

“It’s perfect. It’s better than yesterday, for sure,” you said. 

He let out a relieved sigh, smiling as he slumped back, one hand coming up to cup your cheek, 

“You’re coming tonight, right?” he asked. 

You nodded, 

“Wouldn’t miss it,” you said. 

“I’m so glad you’re here,” he said, softly, pushing your hair back behind your ear. 

“Me too,” you said, pulling his hand back and lacing your fingers together. “I can’t wait for everyone to hear this version.”

“Promise you won’t grab my waist during it?” he asked, leaning down, resting his forehead against yours, 

“Can you blame me? You got this rocking bod and you want me to just not grab it?” you teased. 

He closed his eyes, laughing quietly, warm breath on your face, but all you could watch were the crinkles around his eyes, the way his cheeks flushed with a little more color as he laughed, even beneath the rat’s nest of a beard on his face. But more than that, you watched switchblade fall away, until all you were left with was Jay, hot and sweaty and nervous and jittery even as you held him. 

That was your Jay, everything else was just a front. 

A very loud, obnoxious, and handsome front for the man that you loved more than anything or anyone else in the world.