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hey if ur a queer wwe fan pls like (and/or rb) this post

gotta stick together

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I've loved this man since day one 😩

Summary: Bron shares a quiet and intimate morning with reader at the hotel.

It's about 7 AM in a luxury hotel somewhere in Ohio. My phone buzzes on the nightstand, alarm echoing off the taupe walls.

"Mmm." I groan, eyes blinking open slowly.

My bare skin is cool against the silk sheets beneath me. I shift on the sheet, leaning back into the warm and firm body behind me.

"Go back to sleep." A gruff voice whispers in my ear, warm breath against my neck.

"I have meetings all morning." I protest softly. "Not all of us can parade around in a slutty singlet and get paid for it." I yawn again, rubbing my eyes.

"Oh?" Bron's rough morning voice deepens a bit, lips brushing against the shell of my ear. "You think I'm slutty, baby? Only for you, gorgeous." His lips trail down the back of my neck and to my shoulder.

"Doubtful." I quip back. "Manwhore."

Bron shifts against me, propping himself up on his arms so he's hovering above me. He looks down at me on my back below him, his dark eyes full of playfulness and affection.

"That's not very nice of you, baby." He brushes a stray strand of hair out of my face. "I might have to teach you some manners."

"Teach me, huh?" I roll my eyes playfully. "I'm your boss, remember? I teach you things. Not the other way around."

Bron grins, head dipping down. His lips brush my neck and collarbone. "Pretty sure that I could teach you a few things, baby." He takes my earlobe between his teeth, giving it a gentle tug. "You just gotta let me."

"Bron." I groan. "Come on, babe. I have meetings." I push at his shoulders to free myself from underneath him.

"Kiss first, dollface." Bron insists.

I roll my eyes, a small groan of annoyance leaving my lips. With a sigh, I wrap my arms around his neck, pulling him down. My lips meet his in a gentle and warm kiss.

"There." I pull back after a moment. "Satisfied? Can I go now?"

Bron chuckles, his warm hand caressing the side of my face affectionately. "Satisfied? With you, baby? Never." He grins. "I'll never get enough of you."

"Ugh." I groan. "Why are you so damn sweet?"

"You love me." Bron grins, face hovering over mine once again.

I roll my eyes again, rubbing my hands up and down the plane of muscles that is his back.

"Yeah." I smile. "I love you."

"Love you too, gorgeous." Bron smiles back, leaning down for one more kiss before he rolls off of me.

I stretch now that I have room again. With a yawn, I sit up and check my phone. It's around 730 now. I have to meet Pearce in the arena to go over the show at 9.

Bron settles onto his back next to me, wearing nothing but his boxers. He props an arm behind his head with a sigh, closing his eyes to relax.

"You shouldn't get to go back to sleep." I complain, dropping back onto the bed.

I settle against him, laying my head on his chest with a sigh.

Bron wraps his arms around me, his fingers dancing over my bare back. "Stay here." He suggests. "Pearce ain't gonna care if you miss one meeting."

"He will." I groan. "You know how he is."

"Yeah..." Bron sighs, an idea popping into his head.

I close my eyes for a second to enjoy the way his chest rises and falls against my head. So, I don't notice Bron picking up my phone and dialing a number until I hear the line.

"Pearce?" Bron speaks into my phone, clasping a hand over my mouth with his free hand before I can protest. "Yeah. I'm calling in for Y/N. She's not feeling well this morning. Oh, yeah. Puking up a storm. Hangover, yeah. So, she won't be in until tonight." He lies through his teeth on the phone.

Bron takes his hand away from my mouth once he's hung up the phone.

"What did you do!" I move to straddle his torso, grabbing at my phone.

"Helping." Bron replies with a cheeky grin. "Now you're all mine for the morning." He grabs ahold of my hips, turning me over onto my back again.

I gasp, settling onto my back. "God. You're horrible." I whine, putting my arm over my eyes. "I can't believe you did that."

"You get to spend your morning with me now, though." Bron grins. "And I'm gonna make it worth your wild, babydoll."

He presses his lips against my neck, trailing wet and warm kisses down my body. His lips make a path down my body, tongue darting out to swipe down the valley between my breasts. I gasp at the sensation, making him smirk against my skin. His tongue flicks down my abdomen, dipping into my bellybutton for a brief second.

"Bron!" I gasp, body shuddering under him.

"Yeah, gorgeous?" Bron sets his chin on my stomach, grinning up at me.

I narrow my eyes, looking down at him. "I hate you." I grumble.

"Nah." Bron hums, peppering my stomach in kisses again. "You love me, dollface. Can't get enough of me." He mumbles against my skin.

I sigh, knowing that's true. I do love and adore the man currently between my legs. I grab his chin, pulling him back up so he's level with me.

"Yeah, I love you. Dickhead." I admit before kissing him.

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will be thinking about this for a very long time

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#being a wlw in a nutshell AEW DYNAMITE | 05.07.25

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fraxiom debuting on smackdown the same week that ive been crawling hands and knees through their ao3 tag reading everything i can find . gay people WIN

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FRAXIOM MAIN ROSTER DEBUT ENTRANCE 😭❤️❤️

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fraxiom is here we cheer

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Fraxiom here to make you forget gravity exists.

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Mr. Sabin, my beloved ♥️

Summary: Reader, who is Chris' wife, stresses over his upcoming ladder match.

Your heart pounds against your ribcage as you stand backstage in the locker room area. 'Ladder matches. It's *always* ladder matches.' You think to yourself.

A few feet away, Chris is lacing up his boots with that carefree smile on his face that you adore so much. Your husband is absolutely oblivious to your silent plight.

"YN, baby. You seen my jacket?" Chris looks up from his boots once they're laced up. "Babe?" He asks again when you don't answer.

Chris looks up to find you mumbling to yourself in the corner. Concerned, he walks over, cupping your face in his warm hands. "Dollface? Where you at right now?" He asks you.

"Hmm?" You blink, coming back to reality. "Chris? What are you doing?"

"What am *I* doing?" Chris chuckles, thumbs brushing over your cheeks. "You're the one kvee here mumbling like a crazy person, doll."

You lean unconsciously into his touch, enveloped by the musky scent of the cologne you bought him for Valentines Day. "I was mumbling?" You inquire.

"Yeah." Chris nods. "Like a weirdo. An adorable, weirdo. But, still a weirdo nonetheless." He teases. "What's got you all in your head?"

"It's nothing." You gruff, pulling away from his touch. "I'm fine, Chris. You just focus on getting ready for your match."

Chris sighs. This isn't the first time you've avoided talking about your feelings with him. And it certainly won't be the last. But, damn, does the man love and adore you to no end.

"Hey." Chris snatches your wrist, gently pulling you into his chest. "Is this about the ladder match?" He asks you, wrapping an arm around your waist.

"I....maybe...." You bite the inside of your cheek in shame. "...am I not allowed to be worried about my husband?"

Chris scoffs, a smile breaking in the corners of his mouth. "Course you are, dollface." He assures you. "But, hey, look at me." He grabs your chin, tilting it up so you're looking in those baby blues you love so much. "I'm gonna be fine, YN. Okay?"

"It's a ladder matches, Chris." You sigh heavily. "And I know how you get around stuff you can jump off of."

"Guilty." Chris chuckles with a charming smile.

You huff, a pout on your face at his lack of concern. "It's not funny, Chris!" You pout.

"Right. Sorry." Chris coughs, turning serious. "C'mere doll." He pulls you closer, one hand moving to the back of your head. "It's all gonna work out fine. I promise." He holds you against him for comfort. "And if it doesn't? You can kick my ass later, okay?"

"Yeah, okay." You nod with a sigh, burying your face in his shoulder. "Just...be safe. Please. Be safe."

Chris nods, pulling away so he can look at you properly. "Always am, pumpkin." He kisses your forehead.

"You'd better not die." You manage a small smile to give him.

"And leave a gorgeous broad like you for Shelly to steal?" Chris grins. "Nah. You're stuck with me for life, baby."

That gets a small laugh from you. You shake your head, handing him his ring jacket. You help him put his jacket on, ruffling his hair for good luck.

"Love you, baby." You kiss his cheek. "Good luck and knock 'em dead."

"Always do, baby!" Chris winks before heading off to meet up with Alex before their match.

You stay backstage for the match, unable to bring yourself to watch the carnage that's undoubtedly about to unfold.

About 40 minutes later, you see the medical staff making a mad dash for the ring. Your heart sinks, a million thoughts in your head. As if on autopilot, you find yourself running toward the ring with them.

"Chris? Chris!" You call out in a panicked state as you near the gorilla.

"YN?" Chris's voice cuts through the chaotic noise of the crowd and babbling medical staff.

You see him break through the staff and rush towards you, looking relatively unharmed. "YN, baby. What are you doing out here?" He greets you with a hug, pulling you into his sweaty chest.

"I saw the medical staff all rushing the stage." You explain, squeezing him tightly. "God. I was so scared, Chris."

"Awe, I'm alright, dollface." Chris hums, rubbing your back. "See? Look. All good?" He pulls back so you can see his face.

You study his face intently. He's sweaty, with a tossled mess of hair and flushed cheeks. But, he's okay.

"Yeah. You're okay." You confirm, resting your forehead against his.

"Better now that you're here." Chris smiles.

You crack a smile as well, pulling back and shaking your head. "You're a moron." You muse. "Come on. You need a shower." You grab his hand.

"Yes, ma'am." Chris grins, squeezing your hand. "You gotta help, though." He winks as the two of you walk off.

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After like a 6-8 month hiatus, I am BACK to writing fics!!! Yay me. Expect the first one to be posted here soon.

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The tan leather jacket ❤️😮‍💨

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NOTICE: As more and more fanfic writers are using generative AI for their works (you uncreative dweebs), I hereby swear on everything I hold dear that I have not and will NEVER use generative AI in ANY of my written work. Everything I post will be organically and creatively my own.

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Mania weekend was HELL for me personally bro.

- Fraxium lost to fuckass Hank n Tank

-LA Knight dropped his title to Fatu

-Bron lost his title to FUCKING DOM MYSTERIO

-El Grande Americano storyline didn't end

-CM Punk lost his mania match

I am in wrestling purgatory bro.

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Should have been me 😤

can we talk about how seth was grabbing bron's tits like?????

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old stuff new stuff low effort

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Nigel that was SO sexy of you.

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