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bullet-clubs-bitch · 2 months

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AEW Wrestlers Pregnancy Headcannons

Summary: AEW Wrestlers (Ft. Zack Sabre Jr and Nic Nemeth) reactions to finding out you are pregnant

Wrestlers mentioned: Kenny Omega, Nick Jackson, Matt Jackson, Jay White, Zack Sabre Jr, Nic Nemeth and Samoa Joe

Part 1 Part 2 Main Masterlist

Kenny Omega

It wasn't a secret that Kenny didn't want kids

He didn't even want a long term relationship as he claimed he wanted to be 100% focused on wrestling.

That was until he met you, he was instanly headover heels in love with you. Yet his opinion on children never changed

When you found out you were pregnant you were terrfied

You didn't know how Kenny would react to the news.

When you told him he broke out in tears.

Deep down inside he always wanted to be a dad

Kenny would not leave you side during your whole pregnancy

He would talk to your growing bump and fall asleep listing to the baby's heart beat

Kenny is such a girl dad, he would be the best father

Of course his daughter would come out with Kenny's gorgous curls

Nick Jackson

When Nick found out you were pregnant he was in pure shock

The two of you always wanted children but it never seemed to work out

When you unexpectedly found out when you were pregnant you coudn't wait to tell Nick, knowing how happy he would be

Nick would be all over you during your pregnancy

He would'nt let you lift a finger, he would take such good care of you. He's such a sweetheart!

He would be a great father

Matt Jackson

When Matt thought you were messing with him when you told him you were pregant. He thought you were playing a joke, although there was a bit of fear in his eyes.

Not because you were pregnant but because you were just pregnant a few months ago. He was more confused on how you were already pregnant again.

Matt would definitely keep you locked away at home constany pregnant. I know he only has two kids but I know he definitely wanted like six.

He would show you off, he was so proud of creating a life with you

He would deffinitly brag about how he got you pregnant

Jay White

You stood looking at the pregnancy test in shock

You couldn't believe you were pregant, you were so young

Jay had just taken over bullet club, this was no time to be having a child

Jay had to find out the hard way that you were pregant because you thought it would be easier to hide it from him

When you confessed you were pregnant he was shocked on why you were so upset about it.

He thought it was a great thing that you were pregnant

Although young Jay (Jay without the beard) was not the best father he sure did try his best.

He loved playing with his son, the two of them were best friends and looked identical

You practically cloned your boyfriend

Zack Sabre Jr

When Zack found out you were pregnant he was confused, almost like he wasn't sure how the two of you could have possibly made a baby when he damm well knew how you made a baby.

Zack would be the paranoid dad

He would read every parenting book to make sure he was doind everything right

He would love that child to death and protect the hell out of them

At times it was like Zack was also pregnant because he swore he was getting your pregnancy symtoms

He would get you whatever you were craving at whatever time

Sometimes he would judge your weird food combinations

Zack is the dad who would be holding three cameras all at diffrent angles to get the perfect shot of your kids christmas concert

He would play with your kid for hours outside and whever you went out it was like he was preparing for a zombie apocalypse

The man carried everyting needed to preform open heart sugery on him at all times, it was almost concerining

Nic Nemeth

Nic always wanted to be a father but he accepted early on it just simply wasn't going to happen

Relationships just never seemed to work out for him, that was until he ran into you one day. And I mean ran into you. Nic had physically run into you at a show one day.

From the moment he saw you he fell in love, you were the girl of his dreams and he knew he couldn't mess this relationship up

For once Nic felt like thing would work out for him

When you told him you were pregnant it was the best day of his life

He coudn't wait to be a father! The thought of being a older dad never bothred Nic, he was just happy he could finally do the one thing he wanted most

He would build you a beautiful nursary and love that child so much

Samoa Joe

You just know Joe would be a massive teddy bear

He would take such good care of you and your baby

If someone even dared to look in your direction he would go into attack mode, he was exteemly overprotective in the best way possible

Joe would cater to your every need, going to get everything you were craving. Even if it was in the middle of the night.

Joe would be sympathetic during your pregnancy

He would probbaly eat all of your cravings with you so you didn't feel alone

He would confort you during all of your emotional outbirsts and show you so much love

This man's love language is acts of service and physical touch to you know he won't let you lift a finger during your pregnancy

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dirtywrestling · 2 months

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AEW Masterlist

Chris Jericho

Colt Cabana

Hangman Adam Page

Hook

Jon Moxley

Kenny Omega

Lio Rush

MJF

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heartsoulspiritelite · 10 months

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Saw the barbie move last Friday IT WAS AMAZING🫶

Matt Jackson x Nick Jackson

I cringed so many times writing this. IM SO ASHAMED. But likee :) jk but brooooooo. Maybe im projecting or sum (NOT THE INCEST PART) im sorry about this, Ive read too many fics on ao3..., I know it aint a big deal but i had to take multiple break while writing this because i felt like the ghosts of my relatives were watching, man i had to take screaming breaks ;-; the writing is terrible but still. ENJOY:)

Warning- Smut, spanking- punishment, slight smut, Sibling Incest

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Close Brothers

"Nick leave me the eff alone" Matt said sharply while trying to avoid the other bucks eye contact

Matt's been acting weird ever since they got back to their hotel and nows they're trying to pack up peacefully but Matt's attitude isn't helping.

"Matt just tell me whats wrong, Why do you have to be so frustrating" Nick almost yells.

Matt freezes at this and looks at Nick with a slightly hurt expression and runs to the bathroom and locks himself him. Why wont he just tell him whats wrong? They tell each other everything. Did he do something wrong?

"Matty please.." He pleads while sitting outside the bathroom door

Hearing the pleading tone in his younger brothers voice made him feel a tad bit guilty so he unlocked the door but didn't open it and returned to his previous position .

Once Nick heard the door unlock he took that as his cue to walk in.

The sight he saw before him made his heartbreak. He saw matt curled up in a ball beside the toilet with stray tears running down his pretty face, looking up at him desperately with his boo boo eyes.

"Please tell me whats got you acting like this?" Nick asked him as gently as he could while bending down infront of his older brother.

"W-why did you let her touch you like that" He whispered

"Who" Nick asked genuinally confused

"The girl we ran into while going shopping Nick dont act stupid" He said not even looking Nick in the eye

"The worker? Matt she was just talking to us about the shoes, why does it bother you so much?" He says standing up a little annoyed

"Nick she was FLIRTING WITH YOU, IDIOT" Matt yelled getting even more upset wiping his tears

About 2 hours ago the bucks went shopping, When they were looking for new shoes one of the workers came up and totally started hitting on Nick but Nick is god damn oblivious he didn't even think about her carressing his arm or looking up at him fluttering her eyelashes but Matt did. Plus she didn't even glance at him, she was a bitch.

'Matt you're jealous" Nick stated coming to a conclusion

"Well no shit sherlock thanks for pointing out the obvious" matt replied

"Aww Matt you know im yours, you dont needa be jealous, Im sorry darling, i didn't realise she got that close" Nicks apolagizes before hugging him

He picks matt up from off the floor, brings him to bed, sits him down and stands infront of him

"But you're not going to get away with this attitude you've been pulling Matt, You've been acting like a little bitch ever since e got back. You dont trust me huh?" he says to him looking him straight in the eye, using his finger to lift his chin up

Nick knows what Matt really want, its obvious he knows his brother better than he knows himself and he can also tell because of dent in Matts pants. Of course he's going to give it to him, but not without a few punishments.

Matt freezes

"Nick i-" He tries

"Nuh uh that aint gonna fly here. Strip."

"Nick W-what?" He tries again

''What you want a audience or something? Taking your effing clothes of Matt" he orders him watching him closely

"Well i mean-" He laughs slighty before standing up to remove his shirt, then his pants, and underwears and puts them to the side then goes to stand infront of his brother and waits for his next order like a good boy would.

You'd probably imagine Matt being the top right? Well your so far from the truth. Matt loves the humiliation from the punishments, He loves being submissive. He loves letting Nick take control of him.

Nick sits down on armless chair in the middle of room after locking the hotel door and grabs Matts arms and pulls him over slowly

"Bend over." he orders

Matts wastes no time at all and bends over his brothers lap but not without putting on a little show, He makes sure his ass is perked up and bends over slowly, teasing Nick, Nick swats his ass hard and pulls him over her lap, Making him stop his actions.

He runs his hand over Matts ass and squeezes it causing Matt to moan.

"You know the safe word right" He asks just to make sure

"Yes its 'Stop' Nick" He replies rolling his eye

Nick sees this and pinches him in the side

"Ow im sorry, red means stop, yellow means slow down and green means yes" He rushes out

He doesn't want Nick to stop. he want's to be crying mess in his lap. He wants the aftercare, he wants the pleasure.

Without any warning he slaps Matt's ass. Hard.

"Count. We're doing 15, you miss a number and we restart"

Matt nods

He feels Nick pinch again

"Use your words"

"Okay daddy"

He feels Nick's dick harden beneath him and giggles

His laughter is cut short when he feels another smack on his ass

"1" he gasps

"You little slut, you love this dont you" He teases him then gives him another smack on the ass"

"2, Y-yes daddy. ohh i love it so much" he moans

He tries to hump Nick's leg to get relief

"Nuh uh, you dont get to do that get" He stops Matts movements with another harsh smack on the ass, making his own hand hurt.

"3, Oh my god oww" he cries

Nick smirks and undoes his belt, and then grabs it out of his pants

"Oh my god Nick-" Matt says watching his brothers every movement, his stomach getting worried, but his dick getting harder by the second.

Smack

"4" Matt sobs

he wants to so badly rub his ass but he knows he'll get in trouble so he refrains himself and bites his hand.

"You little whore, you love getting manhandled and put in your place huh, you love getting spanked by your little brother" Nick says to man over his lap, smirking

Matt just keeps sobbing

"Color?" Nick asks gently

"Green Nick oh my god its green please dont stop" He begs

He smacks Matts ass once again with belt then gives him a few seconds to breath

"5"

He puts the belt away and just spanks him 10 times fast.

spank spank spank spank spank

"6,7,8,9,10,11,12,13,14,15" Matt cries

he takes heavy breaths and sobs until the sting goes away a bit, his dick is still hard as hell

All he feels is pleasure. He loves this.

Nick gently helps him up until matt is straddling his lap and places his head into the crook of his neck.

He bends down and grabs lotion to rub on Matt's bottom to soothe the pain.

Matt sighs at the sensation of Nick rubbing lotion on his ass.

"You okay love?" He whispers

"Yes, thank you" He whispers back

"You're welcome but we're not finished yet baby" Nick laughs slightly at Matt saying thank you

He lifts him up and carries him bridal style over to the bed and lays him down.

Matt hisses at pain of having his ass rub against the bed.

Nick removes his clothes and joins his naked brother on the bed and crawls overtop of him.

His kisses Matt and rubs his hands over his brother pecks making Matt moan loudly.

Matt grabs the back nick's neck and deepens the kiss until he feels Nick break the kiss and lower himself down until he's face to face with his older brothers dick.

He licks a stripe down his dick and slowly licks a circle around his tip causing Matt to arch his back.

"Oh fuck" he moans grabbing at younger brothers hair.

He feels Nick mouth around his cock and pushes his head down forceably until he feels nick gag and lets go to pull his head back up a bit.

"Nicky- f-feels so good" he yells

hearing all of the noises of pleasure he brings out of his brother made him cum right then and there all over the bed.

Nick bobs his head faster down Matt's cock feeling him come close to his release.

"Oh my- im about to" he cries before cuming down Nick's throat

Nick stays in place and swallows it all down before he brings his head back up and smiles at his brother.

They both breath heavily until their breaths even out.

Nick comes to lay beside his brother and pulls him close

"Wait do you need me to" He asks refering to Nick's cock

"No no im fine i kinda already did while.." he trails off making Matt laugh

"But look im so sorry about earlier i really didn't realise what was happening, i love you so much Matty" He whispers into Matt's ear while laying on top of him.

"Its okay, i love you too" His whispers into the brothers hair, running his hands through it.

~Cross-posted on wattpad & ao3~

#matt jackson #nick jackson #young bucks #aew imagine #oneshot #smut #im sorry #aew

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lapseinrecs · 2 months

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Loyalty, Family, and Snarkiness

By CrimsonWriter @rubythecrimsonwriter

On Archive of Our Own

Status: Complete; Oneshot; 3,841 words; 3rd part of Fury’s Stresses series

Summary: Demigods are protective of their own. It's a fact of life. It's not one that Director Fury really appreciates, though. Especially not when there's a Norse demigod in the midst of all of this.

My thoughts: Very tell not showy because it mostly focuses on trying to explain demigods and the mythological world to Fury, but it’s also pretty funny.

#pjo xovers #mcu xovers #pjo x mcu #nick fury #percy jackson #complete #Oneshot #series #pjo #mcu #marvel #CrimsonWriter

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unoficialy-married-to-ace-austin · 2 years

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Can I request where nick manipulates the reader to stay in a toxic relationship with him

Crazy

Summary: four years, hundreds of conversations, lots of tearful nights, and tonight feels no different

Warning: toxic Nick Jackson, obvious emotional abuse, manipulation, reader not thinking clearly, and other Yandere vibes. If you will be triggered by any of this then please don’t read.

Taglist: @peachmango-kombucha @kcloveswrestling @bellalutionn @xkennyxomegax @tummyyellin @legit9thlunaticwarrior @auburnwrites @damnnhausen @thesusbunny @blaquekittycat @writtingrose

The house was a mess. Broken glass, multiple pictures smashed, and anything you could think of was thrown around. You couldn’t remember what had started the fight, but it had quickly escalated. You were unsure if where Nick was, but you didn’t care.

You had loved Nick at one point, at least you thought you had. Whatever was there before was clearly gone. You finished throwing the last of your clothes into the bag before forcing it closed. Your mom would let you stay with her, she had never really liked Nick anyway.

You grabbed the bag and made your way out to the living room, carful not to step on any glass in your thin shoes. Before you could get to the door a voice stoped you.

“Where are you going?”

You cringed slightly at Nicks words, but didn’t turn around.

“I’m leaving.”

“Why?”

You still wouldn’t turn, knowing you would do exactly what you did every other time you tried ti leave. You would forgive him.

“Look around us Nick. Do you even remember why we were fighting?”

Nick absolutely remembered. Your mom wanted you to leave him, and he was tired of her telling you it.

“One day we are going to kill each other. We aren’t good for each other.” You whispered. You could feel your eyes filling with tears, but you quickly whipped them away. Nick, on the other hand, was fuming. But he knew he couldn’t just start yelling, if he did that he would just scare you off.

“So that’s it? I’m ne fight and you run?”

“What?” You spun around, still not looking at his face. “One fight? Nick, we’ve argued every single night this week! We’ve had to replace pictures over and over, how is this my fault?”

“I’m just saying, if you really loved me you would fight to keep this going,” he shrugged. Nick knew exactly how to play you, watching as you got more and more upset.

“I have! I’m just tired of fighting!” You yelled, throwing your bag to the ground. You were so close to crying, but you tried your best to hold yourself together. “Aren’t you Nick?”

“Y/n, I’m not. I love you, why would I pick a fight?”

“You- you started the fight!” Your words were shaking, you were becoming unsure.

“Y/n/n, would anyone really believe you if you told them I started all of this?” He motioned around him. He was right. People trusted Nick, he was the softest person ever. Would he had really done something like this.

“I- I don’t…” you brought a hand up to fist at your hair. What was happening? Why were you feeling like this?

Nick almost had you. One last thing to do. He walked over to a side table next to the couch, pulling it open to grab a ring box.

“If you really think I would do this, then I guess I shouldn’t have bought this.” He tossed the box to you, which you caught. You flipped it open, and were met with a beautiful Demond ring.

In that moment, it was all to much.

You collapsed to the ground, finally letting yourself cry. You felt like you knew nothing. Your name, where you were, who you were, it was all gone.

“Come here y/n/n.” You looked up to see Nick kneeling in front of you, his arms out for you to crawl into. You made eye contact with him, and his blue eyes seemed to pull you in. You basically threw yourself at him, gripping his shirt tightly.

“I’m sorry,” you sobbed while he rubbed your back.

“Shh, I know. It’s ok.” He promised. You both sat in the floor for a bit, him just holding you before he stood up, pulling you with him. “Let’s go.” He slowly led you to the bedroom, helping you lay down with him.

You were so worked up that you didn’t notice the sharp pinch in your neck, or how suddenly you got more tired. Within seconds you breathing evens out and Nick got back up. You would be out for hours, and it would be just enough time to get some help cleaning the house. When you did wake up, the whole night will have seemed like a bad dream.

While walking into the living room to start working, his mind was wandering. The main thing being what his plan would be for dealing with your mother. A shine caught his attention, and he saw the ring sitting in the floor. He grabbed it and slipped it into his pocket. He could do a better proposal when you aren’t so upset. They you will be tied to him. Forever.

#aew #fanfiction #request #yandere #nick jackson x reader #nick jackson #oneshots #aew oneshot #Yandere!nick jackson

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wintrwinchestr · 8 months

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lather (joel miller x f!reader oneshot) 18+

moodboard by @iamasaddie

summary: you decide to try shaving your pussy for the first time on your first night settling into jackson with joel. he accidentally nicks you while helping you shave, but he makes sure to kiss it all better <3

warnings: 18+, smut, early jackson joel, established d/s relationship, porn with some plot (probably too much), oral (f receiving), innocence kink/roleplay, daddy kink (bordering on ddlg), shaving, a bit of insecure reader, blood (tried to keep it short & not very graphic), sprinkle of humiliation, pet names (darlin’, baby, babygirl, lil’ girl, honey, sweet girl, etc), joel refers to reader’s pussy as she/her, spitting, reader can be lifted by joel and has hair that can be tucked behind her ear, implied *legal* age gap (reader went to school in the qz)

word count: 2.9k

a/n: this fic is based on an nsfw audio by u/organ_donor86 on reddit!! i went to reddit and found it again so i could properly credit them for the inspiration, but i haven’t heard the full audio in probably 2 years so this fic is only based on what i could remember of the premise <3 this is my first time writing smut, nice comments and reblogs are appreciated if you enjoyed!!

You were sat on the end of the first clean, comfortable bed you had encountered in twenty years, taking in the surroundings of the charming bedroom you now found yourself in: The deer antler lamp emanating a warm glow from the bedside table, the framed paintings of various Wyoming-native wildlife hung up on the walls, the earth-toned woven rug beneath your bare feet. You took a deep breath, savoring the smell of a house that had never known decay. For the first time since outbreak day, you felt safe. Truly safe. Of course, Joel did his best to protect you as you traveled together over the last year or so since you met him, but you were never really without a looming threat of danger nearby.

His familiar, comforting voice startled you out of your daze.

“Y’ alright, babygirl? Settlin’ in okay?”

You looked over to where Joel was standing in the doorway, freshly showered and changed into a clean flannel and jeans.

You smiled with a relaxed sigh, flitting your eyes around the room again. “Yeah, I like it here, it’s cozy… Can’t wait to finally get a good night’s sleep in this bed tonight.”

“I’m with ya, baby, Maria ‘n Tommy gave us a real nice place, huh? Speakin’ of which, it’s about dinnertime, I think they just started servin’ it up down at the dinin’ hall. Why don’t we all go get somethin’ to eat together, hm? I know you must be hungry, sweet girl.”

Your eyes widened and your smile dropped a bit at the prospect of socializing with strangers, especially after the exhausting day you’d had getting to Jackson. Joel clocked your expression immediately, approaching where you were sat on the bed with slow strides. He gently pinched your chin between his thumb and pointer finger, tilting your head up to meet his eyes.

“I know, my babygirl’s a shy one, huh? There’ll be a lotta people down there, I know…” He stroked a lock of hair behind your ear with his other hand. “Why don’t I go down there myself and see about bringin’ back some plates for us to eat together, just you and me? We’ll save the introductions for tomorrow, alright, darlin’?”

You nodded, your shoulders relaxing as your anxiety was soothed by his reassurances. He smiled down at you and pressed a gentle kiss to your forehead. “Alright, sit tight, honey, Daddy’ll be right back… We’ll have a nice lil’ night together.” Another soft kiss, to your lips this time, and he was gone from the bedroom, shutting the door behind him.

You got up from the bed and padded over to the window. Peering out to the main road, you could see a crowd of people lined up outside the dining hall to get their evening meal. You figured you had at least fifteen minutes or so until Joel returned, deciding to take the opportunity to explore more of the house while you waited.

You wandered out of the bedroom and down the hallway, peeking your head around the doorframe of the first room you came upon. You reached out your arm and blindly felt around for the lightswitch, flicking it on once you found it. You were still standing in the doorway, knowing by now to wait a beat for the roaches to scatter before stepping fully inside. But to your surprise, there were none. The fluorescent ceiling light revealed the room to be a bathroom, a clean one at that.

You stepped over the threshold, immediately taking notice of the charming basket of homemade-looking toiletries perched on the sink’s granite countertop. It might as well have been Christmas morning, the overwhelming joy you felt at the idea of getting to take a bath in a clean tub with soap after all these years.

You picked up a white bar of soap from the basket and brought it to your nose, your eyelids fluttering closed as you inhaled its sweet vanilla scent. When you opened your eyes again, you noticed something even more enticing in the basket: a razor. The QZ school you attended had allowed the boys to have them in order to keep their facial hair under control, but deemed them a non-essential for the girls. Which, you supposed, was true, but you had still always fantasized about having a smooth, hairless body like the girls you had seen in wrinkled magazines and faded movie posters.

Your newly acquired shaving supplies planted an idea in your head: you were going to surprise Joel by shaving your pubic area for the first time. You imagined what it would be like to make a move on him after dinner, getting him hot and bothered, letting him carry you back up to the bedroom to have his way with you, and the wanton look on his face when he pulled down your cotton panties to find your pussy glistening and bare for him for the first time.

You practically tripped over your own feet in your rush to close the bathroom door. You quickly stripped off your worn jeans and underwear, tossing them into the corner of the bathroom to be dealt with later. You plugged up the sink and began to fill it with warm water, hoisting yourself up onto the countertop.

You swished the bar of soap around in the water, then rubbed it on a small patch of hair to create some suds. You placed the razor onto your soapy mound, then dragged it upward along your skin toward your belly button. Removing the hair proved to be more difficult than expected, and you were surprised to find that it hurt. It felt like you had just ripped out the hair instead of shaving it clean off. Just as you had touched the razor to the same thatch of hair to try again, you heard Joel’s heavy footsteps approaching, returning with your dinner much sooner than you had expected.

He was slowly turning the knob before you had a chance to get up and lock the door. “You in here, darlin? I was callin’ your name but you weren’t respondin’, and you weren't in the bedroom…”

“Sorry, Daddy… I’m just, um… doing something…” you responded, not very convincing in your flustered state.

“Can I come in, baby?”

You hummed your permission and he pushed the door open. The concerned look on his face dissolved when he saw you, worried at first that you might have been crying. His eyebrows raised and his lips parted in realization as he took in the sight of you before him.

“What’re you doin’ in here, darlin’, hm?”

“I… I wanted it to be a surprise. Wanted to shave it for you…” you admitted with a defeated pout.

“Oh babygirl… you know I’ve never cared about what you look like down there, don’t you?” You suddenly felt shy under his gaze, beginning to regret giving in to your girlish idea.

“I know, but… just wanted to look pretty for you, that’s all… like the girls in the magazines…”

“Oh, baby… you’re already the prettiest lil’ angel I ever laid eyes on… But if you really wanna shave her, Daddy’ll help you, sweet girl, don’t gotta keep struggling…”

He pulled up the worn little wooden stool from the corner of the bathroom and took a seat between your spread legs, gesturing for you to hand him the razor and bar of soap. You gave them up reluctantly, placing them delicately into his calloused hand. Your lips were still formed into a little pout, upset that your surprise had been ruined.

He dipped the vanilla-scented bar into the sink again, then rubbed it back and forth along the same vertical strip of skin above the hood of your clit that you had tried to start shaving first. He took note of the shoddily clipped hairs and how the skin beneath them was already looking a bit irritated from your misguided attempt.

“Gotta shave in the direction of the hair first, honey… like this…” He swished the razor in the water, then demonstrated the technique. The fingers of his left hand were splayed out across your lower tummy, his thumb pointed down, tugging the skin up towards your belly button as he shaved downward with his right. “See, baby? Just like this…” He did a few passes over the area, rinsing the razor in between each one.

You were mesmerized by his movements, watching his expert fingers work to remove coarse hair, revealing velvet smooth skin underneath. His hands looked so strong and competent as they moved from one patch of hair to the next, his brows furrowed and his tongue peeking out from between his plush lips in concentration.

You felt your core becoming wet as he exposed more bare skin to the bathroom’s cool air, his warm breath ghosting over your clit with each careful stroke of the razor. As he pulled away to admire how his work was coming along, the focused tension between his eyebrows released, noticing your hole beginning to drip.

“Oh…” he breathed, gathering some of your wetness on his thumb and bringing it closer to his face, inspecting it. “What’s all this honey, hm? This just from Daddy helpin’ you shave your lil’ pussy?” He sucked his thumb into his mouth, his eyelids fluttering as he savored the flavor. “Taste so sweet, babygirl… always so fuckin’ sweet f’ me…”

You nodded and whimpered at his words, heat rising to your cheeks at his slight mocking tone. “Can’t help it, Daddy…” Your hips started twitching of their own volition, rocking upward toward where his lips were now curled into a faux-sympathetic pout. You knew this was part of a little game he liked to play with you, the one where he made you feel a little embarrassed for being so easily turned on by him.

“I know, honey, I know… Lil’ girl can’t ever help herself, always gets wet f’ me so easily, doesn’t she? But you gotta hold still f’ me, let Daddy finish helpin’ you shave, okay?”

You gave another quick little nod and a hum of agreement that came out sounding more like a pathetic whine, and tried your best to control the movements of your pelvis as he got back to work.

But his big, warm hand was spread out over the delicate skin of your tummy again, and his lips were so close to being right where you wanted them, and what little self control you had been able to muster was quickly beginning to slip away. You were nearly able to contain yourself for the rest of his shaving, but your eager hips betrayed you on what would have been the final pass of the razor, giving a swift little buck toward Joel’s face despite your best efforts to keep still.

He wasn’t prepared for your sudden movement, and the sharp blades nicked the skin of one of your outer lips. You let out a startled cry as a little crimson pearl began to bloom on your sensitive skin. Joel gasped and was quick to apologize, even though your injury was really due to your own desperation. “Oh, Christ… I’m sorry, babygirl, I’m so sorry… here, gimme a tissue, baby.”

With a shaky hand, you reached over to the box of tissues sitting on the back of the toilet, plucking one out to hand to him. He dropped the razor in favor of the tissue, balling it up and gently pressing it to the little cut. His free hand quickly came up to the side of your face, smoothing his thumb across your cheekbone. “You okay, babygirl? I’m sorry, honey, I didn’t mean t’ hurt ya… told ya to keep still for me, baby…”

He wiped away a tear that had slipped from your lashes as you sniffled. “I’m okay, Daddy, jus’ scared me… stings a lil’ bit…”

“Yeah, I’ll bet it does… my poor girl. Daddy shoulda been more careful, knew you wouldn’t be able to control yourself, needy lil’ thing… But you know what, babygirl? Daddy knows somethin’ that’ll help, that’ll make it stop hurtin’...”

“What is it?” you asked, soft voice still wavering slightly.

“Well, I read somewhere a long time ago… that spit can help a lot with lil’ cuts and things…”

You could tell this was part of one of the other little games you liked to play together. The one where you pretended to be innocent and inexperienced, when in reality, Joel had made sure you were anything but. But you liked this game, it put butterflies in your tummy and made your weeping hole quiver when you played the part for him.

“It… it can?” you wondered with a naive-sounding lilt.

“Oh yeah, babygirl, you never heard o’ that before? Spit can help a whole lot, ‘specially Daddy’s spit, can make it feel all better, darlin’...” The stained tissue now discarded, his thumbs gently stroked the slick pink skin of your outer lips as he spoke, careful to avoid your little injury. “And your lil’ baby pussy is a real uncomfortable place to have a cut like this, too… Don’t want my girl hurtin’...”

Your eyebrows were knit together with need as you released a pathetic whimper, your breath hitching and heat rising from your fluttering tummy all the way up to your cheeks. He barely concealed a smirk as he noticed the change in your demeanor, knowing how this particular game had always affected you.

“Whaddya say, sweet girl, hm? You wanna give it a try? You want Daddy to kiss it all better?”

You nodded frantically, your mouth slightly agape as you began to pant out of desperation.

He was quick to deliver a small swat to your inner thigh at your unspoken answer.

“Words, baby, you know better…”

“Y-yes, Daddy, please, want you to kiss it better, make it stop hurting…”

“There you go, good girl. Spread your legs a lil’ more for me, honey, let me see her…”

You wiggled your thighs further apart on top of the counter, giving him full access to your now soaking cunt.

“There she is, baby, she’s cryin’ for me, ain’t she? Needs her Daddy to make her feel all better…”

He placed a few wet kisses to the afflicted area before looking up at you with apologetic eyes. “How’s that feel, babygirl? She still hurtin’?”

You nodded your head with a pathetic little cry, mindlessly chasing after his mouth with your hips. “Still hurts, Daddy…” you vocalized your answer this time.

“Yeah? Poor lil’ pussy… She need some more lovin’ from her Daddy? More of his spit to help make her feel good again?”

Another frantic nod, another eager mewl. “M-more… please, Daddy…”

“Alright, babygirl, don’t you worry, Daddy’ll give her some more…”

He latched his lips onto your swollen clit, alternating between sucking it into his mouth and giving it soft kitten licks. His large hands were firmly planted on the inside of each of your thighs, keeping you spread wide as he devoured you. You were already so sensitive from his teasing, it wasn’t going to take much more to push you over the edge. You were practically riding his face, your hips canting feverishly into his mouth with each expert drag of his tongue across your folds.

When he started fucking his tongue into your bitty hole, swirling it around and then licking back up to your clit to circle it, you knew you weren’t going to last much longer.

“Please, Daddy, please… feels so good, ‘s too much, gonna cum, Daddy…”

“Yeah? I dunno, babygirl, I don’t think she’s healed all the way just yet… might still need some more takin’ care of,” he murmured into your pussy before pulling his head away to spit directly onto your cunt. The lewd action was enough to launch you into your orgasm right then, his head still between your legs, slurping up the divine combination of his saliva and your sweet juices. As you rode it out, his tongue maintained a gentle, steady strum on your clit, eliciting breathy whines of please and yes and Daddy…

When you finally came down from your high, your breath catching up to you and your hips stilling, your pussy twitched one last time at the sight of Joel’s wrecked face. He was smirking up at you, his face soaked with your slick, thumbs rubbing soothing circles onto your thighs.

“Well, I reckon it worked, whaddya think, darlin’? She feelin’ better now?”

“Much better… thank you Daddy…” you sighed, still catching your breath.

“You’re welcome, babygirl, such pretty manners… Now, why don’t we get ourselves cleaned up and have some dinner, hm? I even brought back a slice o’ huckleberry pie for ya if you eat all your vegetables like a good girl…”

You lit up immediately at the promise, prompting Joel to reach into the basket and pull out a soft, cream-colored washcloth. He dunked it in the water, squeezing out the excess, and carefully cleaned up your now freshly bare pussy. When he was done, you took the washcloth from him, rinsing it in the sink before repeating his cleansing process on his own face. He helped you up off the counter before leaving the bathroom, returning promptly with a fresh set of clothes for you to change into. He helped you into a clean pair of panties, which you noted felt nice against your naked skin, then into a warm sweatshirt and comfortable leggings.

He carried you into the kitchen and sat you down at the little table set for two. You ate your dinners together by soft candlelight, relishing the feeling of having a sturdy roof over your heads and warm food in your stomachs.

You supposed tonight, and this little house in Jackson, represented a new beginning in more ways than one.

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#1 (Sing A Song of Seven)

Fandom: Percy Jackson and the Olympians Rating: Gen Genre: Family Characters: Lee Fletcher, Will Solace, Luke Castellan

A series of Cabin Seven oneshots. This time: A new arrival to camp.

Been considering doing one of these for a while and finally caved; Sing A Song of Seven will be an ongoing short story collection focusing on Cabin Seven (and their dad!). Everything in this collection will be canon-compliant up until the end of TOA, although absolutely full of headcanons, and the stories won’t be in chronological order. Timeline-wise, they’re likely to span from Lee’s arrival in camp through to the ambiguous “post-TOA”. All the canon Apollo campers will appear at some point or other, as well as a sprinkling of OCs where necessary. Other characters will also make appearances occasionally! Likewise, while Solangelo will be acknowledged, it will not be a focal point of the series. Prompts are accepted, but bear in mind there’s no guarantee I’ll write them, depending on my muses and if they fit my vision of cabin seven. Anything that ends up longer than 2k words will be posted as its own work, as will anything written to fill external challenges. No, I cannot be bothered to name these because naming is evil, so they’re just numbered.

Reminder that there’s now a discord server for all my fics, including this one! If you wanna chat with me or with other readers about stuff I write (or just be social in general), hop on over and say hi!

Young arrivals weren’t particularly unusual, but they weren’t overly common, either. Since Lee’s own arrival, he’d seen Annabeth, Clarisse and Michael spill into camp in various degrees of dishevelment – especially Annabeth’s arrival; as the healer closest to her age, he’d been the one prodded in her direction while she wailed about the now-a-tree daughter of Zeus. Most camp inhabitants had already reached double-digits before arriving, and the few younger ones tended to turn up with hell on their heels.

Lee had been an exception, with a near-enough peaceful arrival (he didn’t really like to think about why he’d ended up at camp so early, even six years later) with a satyr guide scurrying him past monsters who hadn’t yet clocked his scent, but it seemed like he wasn’t quite so much of one, now.

The newcomer was another child of Apollo, which was a little unusual because most Apollo kids were on the cusp of teenagerhood when they arrived, claimed in a shower of golden light and a lyre made of sunbeams over his head scant minutes after passing through the barrier. At a guess, he was probably seven or eight, with a wave of pale blond hair and light blue eyes that were looking around in awed confusion.

Lee could relate.

He wasn’t head counsellor for the cabin yet; another year and Emily would leave, passing the responsibility down to him because he had more beads than the rest of his half-siblings, but she hadn’t left yet and technically that meant greeting the new kids was her job. There was something about the small, bright child that drew Lee in, though. Maybe it was how much he looked like Apollo, moreso the rest of the cabin, who were a real mixed bag of appearances, or maybe it was because Lee remembered being seven and arriving in a new home which turned his life upside-down.

He stepped forwards and crouched down a little to be at eye level with the new boy. Will, his satyr – Thistleberry – had announced in a shaking voice when he’d been claimed. Will Solace, son of Apollo.

“Hi there, Will,” he greeted with a smile on his face. “Welcome to Camp Half-Blood. My name’s Lee Fletcher; I’m a son of Apollo, too.”

Will looked at him with wide blue eyes. He wasn’t entirely uninjured, on closer inspection; small cuts and nicks littered his skin where it was visible, and a bruise was blooming on a shin, as though he’d been kicked. It was still impressively unharmed for a new arrival. Even Michael had had open wounds and blood trickling down the side of his face, and Michael had the fastest healing Lee had ever seen.

“Hi,” Will replied quietly, not that Lee could blame him when he was so clearly overwhelmed. He was missing one of his front incisors, leaving a gap in his teeth and adding a faint whistle to his voice.

“It’s a lot to take in,” Lee acknowledged, offering him his hand as he straightened. “How about we get you settled in, and I can answer any questions you have when you have them?”

Will looked around, visibly wilting at the fact that Thistleberry had beat a hasty departure – that was a little unusual; it was true that satyrs were always a little skittish after guarding Apollo kids, but they didn’t normally vanish entirely – but took Lee’s hand. He ran warm, just like the rest of the cabin.

“Okay,” he said, and Lee smiled at him.

“Do you want a hand with your bag?” he asked, eyeing the well-packed backpack the boy wore. It had a few tears and stains, but seemed to be remarkably intact overall. Will and Thistleberry must have been pretty lucky on their journey, wherever they’d come from. Will’s accent, from what little he’d heard the boy say so far, wasn’t from New York, so it had probably been a decent journey.

Will shook his head, and Lee couldn’t help but chuckle. “Smart kid,” he praised, gesturing over at where Luke was watching, surrounded by some of his cabin eleven siblings. “Don’t trust those guys with your stuff. They’re kids of the god of thieves; you’ll never see it again!”

“Don’t go ruining our fun, Lee!” Luke called back, mock-offended, and Lee just grinned at him, before glancing back down at Will, who was worrying his lower lip.

“They’re good guys really,” he promised. “Everyone here is. They’re just a bit like magpies and can’t resist shiny things.”

“Oi!”

To Lee’s delight, that got a small laugh out of Will.

“The god of thieves is Hermes, isn’t it?” his new little brother asked. “So everyone here really is a god’s kid?”

“Or goddess’,” Lee confirmed. “Did Thistleberry tell you that?”

Will nodded jerkily. “She said I was a demigod and I was going to a place for demigods. So did the other guy. Mom said they were right, but none of them would tell me who my dad was.”

Lee ignored the pang of loneliness that came with the word Mom with years of forced practice. “Knowledge is powerful,” he explained as they approached the cabins. “Once you know who your godly parent is, more things are likely to come after you.”

“Like the snakes?” Will asked, like Lee had half-hoped he would, because that made it easier to explain. Even Lee hadn’t dodged the snakes entirely, although that had been after he’d already been on route to camp. Will was pretty young for the snakes to come for him unprovoked, though.

“Like the snakes,” he confirmed. “Snakes are always the first one to come for Apollo kids, because Dad’s natural enemy is a big serpent. I take it Thistleberry got rid of them?”

He blinked in surprise when Will shook his head. “The other guy did,” he said.

Lee was certain it had just been Will and Thistleberry when they’d reached camp, and Will didn’t seem overly traumatised compared to the likes of Annabeth, so he probably hadn’t seen anyone die. “The other guy?” he asked.

Will lit up as he nodded. “Yeah! I thought he was just in my dreams but then he was there and all the snakes moved back when he picked me up and carried me home.”

Lee came to a stop just outside the cabins. “Did he give a name?” he asked, mind already jumping to the obvious answer – but even in his case, Apollo had never interceded in person, instead using satyrs as intermediaries.

Will frowned. “No, but Mom knew him. He looked like me, though. Do you know him, too?”

“I might do,” Lee hedged, mind reeling from the idea that Apollo might have saved Will personally. “He sounds familiar.”

“Oh.”

“Anyway,” Lee hurried on, deciding to shelve that particular conversation for a little later, once Will was settled in and knew more about the gods and their father, “here we are.” He steered the younger boy into the green. “These are the cabins where we sleep. There’s one for each of the Olympians.” He gestured at them all broadly before pointing at the golden one, “and that one’s ours. Cabin Seven, or the Apollo Cabin. We’ve got the second-most people, because Dad has a lot of kids, but there’s plenty of space for all of us. Including you, there’s twenty of us right now, although some of the older ones are leaving at the end of the summer for college. Don’t worry if you take a while remembering who’s who,” he added, seeing Will mouth twenty in disbelief.

“So many,” Will whispered. Lee smiled at him.

“One big, happy family,” he promised. “I didn’t ask – how old are you? I’m thirteen.”

“Eight next week,” Will told him, and Lee suppressed a wince. Being torn from his Mom a week before his birthday had to suck, although Will didn’t seem too cut up about it.

“We’ll make it a good birthday,” he promised.

“Will there be music?” Will asked, and Lee had to laugh as he pushed the cabin door open.

“Dad’s the god of music,” he told him. “If you want music, you are absolutely in the right place here. Do you play anything?”

He was a little taken aback when Will shook his head, thinking for sure that Will had to play something with that request. “Mom sings,” the younger boy said. “She’s really good. I’m not, but I like listening.”

Lee gestured at the various instruments scattered around the cabin. Reece was curled up on his bunk, tuning a lyre quietly as he chatted with Melody. Everyone else was out for the moment. “You’ll hear plenty here,” he promised. “Welcome to Cabin Seven.”

There was a single bunk left, their cabin almost at full capacity, underneath Michael’s. Lee headed for it, coaxing Will to follow. “How’s this one? It got made this morning.”

Will scanned the cabin, clearly realised it was the last empty bunk, and nodded. “It’s fine,” he said, putting his bag down on it tentatively before sitting himself. He pointed at Reece and Melody. “Who are they?”

Lee clapped his hands, catching the pair’s attention. “Introduction time, guys! This is Will Solace, he just got here. Will, meet some of our older siblings, Reece Gold and Melody York.”

The pair of them sent a grin and a wave over before returning to their conversation.

“You’ll meet everyone properly at dinner,” Lee promised when Will looked a little startled at the brief greeting. “For now, let’s get you settled in, then I’ll give you the grand tour.” As well as hunting down Emily, so Will knew who his head counsellor was before the call for dinner.

Not that Lee minded being the one to show Will around; from first impressions, he seemed like a good kid.

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#percy jackon and the olympians #percy jackson fanfiction #riordanverse #riordanverse fanfic #tsari writes fanfiction #lee fletcher #will solace #luke castellan #apollo cabin #cabin seven #original character #oc: reece gold #oc: melody york #sing a song of seven

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hunterofartemis151 · 1 year

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Hi! Welcome to my page!

I use this page for my fanfic writing. You can find me by this name on ao3 and Wattpad, and by CrofterKing on ff.net.

These are the fandoms I will write for:

Harry Potter (any gen)

Percy Jackson, Magnus Chase

Marvel (Primarily MCU)

Hunger Games

Heartstopper

Wednesday

Sanders Sides

Ted Lasso

Our Flag Means Death

Hazbin Hotel

Dead Poets Society

What will I write? Great question! Here's a list:

Anything LGBTQ

Reader insert

Depending on the prompt, smut

ALL THE FLUFF AND ANGST YOU CAN HANDLE

Disabled characters

Age appropriate relationships (same age to five or six years between depending on younger person's age)

Time travel! This means based on the above I may write a fic between to characters if the younger person time travels back to meet with the older person back in time.

Most common AUs. Just ask!

Imagines

Blurbs

What WON'T I write? Here's my list:

Child (under age of consent) with an adult in any romantic or sexual relationship. If they're old enough to be the younger person's parent I don't write it. See above for my comfortable age range, and the one exception (time travel) to the rule.

Certain kinks. I've read a lot of shit and I... will not write stuff. If your prompt is ignored and you've put in kink specifics don't re-submit it. I may add a list here later.

Hateful content towards any specific person or community.

IF THEY'RE RELATED IT AIN'T HAPPENING

Nothing sexual with age regression

What ships I'll definitely write for:

Wolfstar

Moonstarchaser

Jily

Jegulily

Jegulus

Solangelo

Percabeth

Pernico

FierroChase

Hearthblitz

Stony

Stucky

Stonucky

Brutasha

Spideypool (NOT TOM HOLLAND RYAN REYNOLDS)

Pepperony

Steggy

Cartinelli

Katniss and Peeta

Haymitch and Effie

Charlie and Nick

Tao and Elle

Darcy and Tara

Wenclair

Any sanders sides ships except Creativitwins

Tedependent (TedTrent)

Roy, Jamie and Keeley

Keeley and Rebecca

GentleBeard / BlackBonnet

Radioapple (With immense respect to Alastor's sexuality and romantic orientation)

Dusthusker/Angelhusk

Anderperry

Reader with a character/character(s)

Maybe more, just ask!

This list may change, and I'll alter it as I get requests!

I'll post it on here with links to the other sites I write on.

Unless I get a prompt that sticks in my brain, it'll be oneshots.

I in no way endorse the actions or thoughts of JK Rowling.

Also I'm in school so that will take precedence over writing.

Cheers!

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ao3feed-peterstiles · 2 years

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Oneshots and Crossovers

Read it on AO3 at https://archiveofourown.org/works/42479007

by EddieXSteveFan1991 (MunsonHarrington1991)

Oneshots of my Choosing and Crossovers

Words: 2196, Chapters: 1/?, Language: English

Fandoms: Christine - Stephen King, Scream (Movies), Stranger Things (TV 2016), The Black Phone (2022), The Lost Boys (Movies), Final Destination (Movies), Teen Wolf (TV), The Vampire Diaries (TV), The Originals (TV), Bullet Train (2022)

Rating: Not Rated

Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings

Categories: M/M

Relationships: Arnie Cunningham/Buddy Repperton, Dennis Guilder/Richie Trelawney, Billy Loomis/Randy Meeks, Wes Hicks/Vince Schneider, Billy Hargrove/Mike Wheeler, Tommy Hagan/Eddie Munson, Albert | The Grabber/Finney Blake, Robin Arellano/Bruce Yamada, Dwayne/Sam Emerson, Edgar Frog/Shane Powers, Carter Horton/Ian McKinley, Nick O'Bannon/Andy Kewzer, Peter Hale/Stiles Stilinski, Liam Dunbar/Gabe, Jackson Kenner/Lucien Castle, Klaus Mikaelson/Alaric Saltzman, Ladybug/Tangerine (Bullet Train), Ladybug/The Wolf (Bullet Train), Arnie Cunningham/Buddy Repperton/Dennis Guilder, Billy Loomis/Stu Macher/Randy Meeks, Wes Hicks/Richie Kirsch/Vince Schneider, Billy Hargrove/Steve Harrington/Dustin Henderson, Eddie Munson/Jason Carver/Mike Wheeler, Bruce Yamada/Griffin Stagg/Robin Arellano, Albert Shaw | The Grabber/Finney Blake/Vance Hopper, Chris Emerson/Jon/Shane Powers, David (The Lost Boys)/Dwayne/Sam Emerson, Alex Browning/Carter Horton/Ian McKinley, Andy Kewzer/Hunt Wynorski/Nick O'Bannon, Garrett Douglas/Derek Hale/Stiles Stilinski, Liam Dunbar/Gabe/Theo Raeken, Malachai "Kai" Parker/Alaric Saltzman/Damon Salvatore, Jackson Kenner/Klaus Mikaelson/Lucien Castle, Ladybug/Tangerine/The Wolf

Additional Tags: Hurt/Comfort, Self-Harm, Protectiveness, Crossover Pairings, Love Confessions, Blood and Injury, Ghosts, Alternate Universe - Modern Setting, Alternate Universe - Soulmates, Alternate Universe - Fantasy, Alternate Universe - Everyone Lives/Nobody Dies, Alternate Universe - Vampire, Werewolves, Car Accidents, Alternate Universe - Future, Mermaids, Breaking and Entering, Time Travel, Suicidal Thoughts, Murder, Trapped, Falling In Love, Other Tags May Be In Description

Read it on AO3 at https://archiveofourown.org/works/42479007

#ao3feed #teen wolf #steter #fanfic #peterstiles

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bullet-clubs-bitch · 13 days

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You scared me

Nicholas Jackson X Fem (wrestler) reader

Summary: Y/N scares Nick during her match.

Warnings: Mentions of blood steel cage death match type shit :)

Masterlist

I watched the cage lower from above, the steel shining in the arena. Tonight we would see the TBS championship being defended in a steel cage match. Normally I woudn't think much of a match like this, I was familuar with the cage and I trusted Y/n. However with Adam Copeland breaking his leg in that same cage not even a month ago had me on edge.

"Stop worring Nicky, I'll be fine" Y/n told me reassuringly as she kissed my cheek. "You know you're not supposed to be calling me that, you must call me by my god given name" "Well Nicholas, you know these kinds of matches arn't new for me. Willow and I will go out there and protect each other, you know that" "Just promise me you'll be careful, no stupid moves off the cage" "I promise I will be carefull but I don't know about the other part" Y/n told me playfully, I however did not find her joke funny. "You're out in 30" called one of the members on the production team. I gave Y/n a quick kiss before letting her get into posistion for what would be yet another history making moment in AEW.

"Jesus Christ!" Matthew called out "Did you see that!" Everyone was gathered around to watch the match from a monitor backstage, everyone wanted to see the bloody brawl that was about to take place. I couldn't watch, the sound of the steel chair cracking Y/n's skull made me sick. The blood poured out of her head leaving a puddle in the ring. "Nicholas! Are you even watching?" Matthew asked me "This is kinda hard for me to watch" I told him. "Think about all the stupid things you do that Y/n has to deal with, you should be watching!" He had a point.

I watched as Willow pulled out a large black bag that was wedged between the cage and the ring. My first thought was thumb tacks but I felt my jaw drop when Willow dumped a variety of mouse traps in the ring. "Jesus" I mumbled under my breath. I watched Willow Suplex Y/n into the traps. Some stuck to her skin while others were left with chunks of skin.

The crowd was going nuts, the women were left covered in blood, welts and bruised scattred their skin. They were proving once again that the women can do death matches. Everytime I thought it was over I was shocked by the last minute kick out. My worries had disappeared, I was on the edge of my seat wanting to see what would happen next. Just then I saw Y/n start to make her way up the steel cage and that nervous feeling returned. The arena went scilent as Y/n stood atop of the cage. They watched as Y/n took a few moments to compose herself, talking in the view and how quet everyone had become. They were showing their respect, allowing total concentration for what was about to occur. I watched Y/n execute a perfect corckscrew shooting star press (Pac's black arrow) but to my supprise Willow moved out of the way at the last second. Y/n went crashing hard into the table she had set up. Everyone was in shock with what we just witnessed. Y/n lifeless body lied in the middle of the ring as Willow went for the pin. 1...2....3...

Y/n didn't move a inch as Willow celebrated with her new title in the ring. "She's dead" called out another wrestler. "She's not dead, chill out" Matthew spat but I coudn't help think that maybe she was injured. She hadn't move at all. Medical staff tended to her as I ran towards the entrance way to make sure she was okay. They carried her backstage and I was to greet her. "What the fuck where you thinking" I asked Y/n as I held her tightly in my arms. "Owww" she called out "Sorry, Sorry but like what the fuck Y/n!" "I'm fine, don't worry about me" "You are not fine, you're going to need stitches and you just fell 15 feet to your death. You scared me Y/n!" I told her "I'm sorry I scared you" she told me "Please tell me you won't do something stupid like that again" "No promises"

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heartsoulspiritelite · 11 months

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Nick Jackson x Kenny Omega

Summary-

Nick Jackson finds himself torn apart as he navigates his feelings for Kenny Omega. Unable to express himself, he wrestles with loneliness until Kenny's senses catch onto the unspoken emotions circling between them.

I love you!

Nick Jackson sat in the corner of his hotel room, staring at his phone as he mindlessly scrolled through various social media platforms. His heart felt heavy, and the loneliness threatened to consume him. Every laugh and touch between Hangman Adam Page and Matt Jackson served as a constant reminder that he hadn't yet found someone to share his affections with.

Kenny Omega had always been his closest friend, and partner besides his older brother. They had formed an incredible bond during their journey together as The Elite, and Nick cherished their friendship more than anything else. But lately, Nick had started to develop feelings for Kenny, and it scared him.

He felt a lump in his throat as he contemplated revealing his emotions to Kenny. But the worry of losing his friendship held him back. What if Kenny didn't feel the same way? It was a risk Nick wasn't willing to take, fearing that such a confession could potentially ruin everything they had built together.

The longer Nick kept it in, the more his emotions intensified. He watched as Kenny's eyes sparkled every time he interacted with Hangman, Matt,Kota and just his other close colleagues and jealousy gnawed at him from the inside. Nick found himself hiding his emotions behind laughter and smiles, fearfully locking away his affection for the sake of preserving their friendship.

One evening, as The Elite gathered backstage, Nick noticed Kenny studying him with a curious gaze. It was as if Kenny had caught on to Nick's loneliness, Studying the carefully concealed emotions haunting his fellow Bullet Club member.

Later that night, as they both sat on the rooftop after an event, Kenny broke the silence. "You've seemed distant lately, Nick. Is something bothering you?"

Nick's heart stopped for a moment, his emotions threatening to burst through the wall he had built around them. But instead of revealing his deepest secret, He chose to lie.

"Im fine, Kenny," Nick sighed

"No you are not Nick, You don't have to lie, its just me" He said trying to comfort the younger buck.

"Thats the problem. You're you Kenny, i can't tell you alright so just drop it" He says irritated

Kennys face twisted with hurt and confusion

"Nick what the hell" Kenny asked confused, his voice laced with disappointment

"Im sorry" He whispered

"Are you Nick, Are you?, i don't think you are"

With that Kenny stood up and turned around and was about to walk away when

"Kenny i love you!" Nick shouted panicking

Kenny froze.

Nicks heart started beating faster and faster while he waited for Kenny to reply

"What?" was all Kenny could muster up as he turned back around

"Kenny im so-"

"ALL THIS TIME?" He shouted

"huh" Nick said confused not knowing if he meant that in a bad or good way

"ALL THIS TIME YOU"VE FELT THE SAME? I WAS SUFFERING FOR NOTHING?!"

"You-You feel the same way?"

"of course i do you idiot"

They both smiled like geeks and hugged the life out of each other. Now that the cat was out of the box they could both move on without having this on their shoulders all the time.

kenny pulled pack from the hug and gently put his lips on Nicks.

Right as they started kissing the other two members of the elite decided to interrupt.

"Hey there you guys-woah" Matt said in shock once he and hangman got on the roof

both stared in shock until they shouted

"FINALLY! YES!"

~Cross-posted on wattpad & ao3 ~

#kenny omega #nick jackson #the elite #young bucks #the cleaner #aew imagine #oneshot

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unoficialy-married-to-ace-austin · 1 year

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Wrestling Masterlist Part Two

Request are open

Main Masterlist

wrestling Masterlist Part one

Do not rewrite or post my stories anywhere, even if you give me credit. I do not give permission for you anyone to do that. Reblogs are always encouraged.

Any stories with ❤️ are smut

AEW-

Kenny Omega

Headcanons:

Facefucking❤️

Pretty picture❤️

William Regal

Headcanons:

Sexual punishments

Jungle Boy

Headcanons:

Sexual punishments

MJF

Oneshot:

Support is two sided: Reader is worried to come out to her brother, but he approaches her first(MJF x sister!reader)

Nyla Rose

Oneshot:

Christmas Eve: while at a Christmas party you get a little tipsy and your mouth ends up with a mind of its own.

Christian Cage

Drabble:

Flowers(v-day request)

Matt Jackson

Headcanons:

Spending Valentine’s Day together(Young Bucks)

Nick Jackson

Headcanons:

Spending Valentine’s Day together(young bucks)

Matt Hardy

Drabble:

Dark!Matt w/breeding kink

Jeff Hardy

Headcanons:

Breeding Kink

WWE

Cody Rhodes

Headcanons:

He comforts a depressed reader

Beth Pheonix

Drabbles

Soft!mommy Beth❤️

Austin Theory

Oneshot

Please the Champ❤️:After another successful defence leads to a celebration together after

Rhea Ripley

Headcanons:

fluff with judgment day

Damian priest

Headcanons:

fluff with judgment day

Finn Balor

Headcanons:

fluff with judgment day

Dominik Mysterio

Headcanons:

fluff with judgment day

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