#jay Briscoe x reader

[omg-im-such-a-masochist]

maso my love <3

can we get some jay briscoe cnc headcannons?? 🥺

Uh Tahlia, babe…right in my weak spot: Briscoe and CNC 🤤. I gave myself the luxury to add a bit of degradation to the dirty talk because c’mon, it’s Briscoe! As always I let myself go when it comes to this man so it became a drabble *sorry not sorry*. Also not at all edited, because sometimes you must die by your mistakes like a proud woman should 😌.

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The nine letters word was spread around the bedroom, glued into the furniture and walls in bright neon yellow post-it notes. “Nectarine” could be read in the small pieces of paper, and even a few samples of the fruit were tossed around in strategic places by the reach of your hand, in case you couldn’t talk. The peculiar choice for a safeword had been Jay’s idea, since your “stop” was the synonym to “keep going” whenever you played like this. “Nectarines are like the closest thing to a peach. So whenever I’m going extra rough on my little peach” He bit your cheek softly “I wanna make sure that I’m not taking it too far”.

His hands pinned yours down on the bed, you were both fully clothed yet, just testing each other’s limits and will. Your hands fought against his grip, twisting and pulling hard enough for him to understand but not too hard to free yourself completely. Jay’s lips covered your neck, where he sank his teeth on your pulse point, quickly releasing you enough so you could slap his chest and push him away from you. He slapped you back, hitting your cheek with a low growl “I’m going rough on you tonight, my little peach” His hand closed around your neck, not applying any pressure yet.

“And what if I don’t let you?” Your words dared him to do something, so he just added the much needed pressure to the sides of your neck, and as always, it instantly made you wet.

“Then I’ll enjoy it even more” Jay grinned and rubbed his erection against your thigh. The feeling made you bit back a needy moan as he just kept going “I’m gonna fuck you whether you like it or not” He quickly stood up and pulled you further down on the bed by your ankles, dragging your skirt up your legs. Jay closed his fists around the red lace adorning your hips and with a sudden pull, he tore the flimsy piece of fabric and proceeded to place it inside his mouth. Jay moaned at the taste of your wetness that now covered the lace panties, “Taste so fucking good, like a good little slut should” He stated, before spitting the fabric in your face. “Fucking asshole” You spat, making him smirk before slapping your face again “Want me to fuck that tight ass too?” Jay mocked while taking a handful of your hair and tugging at your scalp. He made you get up from the bed until you stood before him “Nah, I don’t think you deserve it. That kind of reward is reserved just for the good fuck toys, not for a sour little bitch like you” Jay’s free hand covered your mouth until he let his middle and ring finger push past your lips, dragging his skin in and out of your lips until you bit down on his digits. “Oh you’ll regret that” He chuckled as you tried to gain some distance from him.

“Where do you think you’re going, huh?” He pulled you back by your hair before he pushed you face down on the mattress.

“Let me go, you fucking prick!” You tried to scratch his forearms as he grabbed and pinned them down on top of your head, “That’s right, peach. Fight me! Fight me, baby. It just makes me want to fuck you even harder” He whispered in your ear and you heard the sound of his belt being unbuckled.

“As if you have what it takes to fuck me hard, jerk” You rubbed your ass against his groin, making the both of you moan in response.

“Oh, I’m gonna fucking ruin you, lil peach” Jay slid in your void in one swift motion, your wetness made it incredibly easy for him to bury himself in you without any pain. “I’m gonna make this tight pussy take this dick until you’re begging me to fuck you through the mattress”

“Stop” You gasped, when he somehow managed to go even further “Shit, shit, shit. Oh fuck, stop” Your hands closed around the bedsheet, while you looked up at Jay with semi hooded eyes “Baby, please”.

“That’s what I like to hear” Jay grabbed your hips, gluing your ass to his pelvic bone “Shit, I barely even started and you’re already begging?” He bit your jawline and your cheek until your walls clenched around him.

“Shut up, fucker” You groaned, before pulling one of his hands away from your hip to place it around your throat.

Jay smirked and pressed his free hand against your tailbone, successfully keeping you pinned down to the mattress. He quickly thrusted in and out of you for a couple of minutes until he suddenly stopped “Wanna try that again, slut?”

“Please keep going, sir. Your cock feels incredible inside me” You panted heavily

“That’s more like it!” Jay kissed your temple before he aimed your head towards the mirror, where a post-it note was glued to it “Keep your eyes there, peach. In case you get too dumbfucked” His deep green eyes met yours in the mirror as a wicked grin took over his lips “We don’t want you to forget your special word now, do we?”

[daddyhausen]

• kinktober — day eight : cockwarming — jay briscoe •

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{ masterlists } | { kinktober 2022 }

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{ warnings } — 18 + { minors do not interact }, fem!reader, cockwarming, rough sex, biting, breeding kink, penetrative sex, vaginal sex, multiple orgasms, male + female orgasm, squirting, internal cumshot, vaginal creampie

{ word count } —387

{ pairing } — fem!reader x jay briscoe

{ genre } — smut

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the both of you laid breathless, bodies flooded with release

you steadied yourself on jay’s chest, cunt full of his cock

your warmth dripping with his cum

it was a comfortable silence that befell the bedroom

a thin layer of sweat coated his inky skin, making it glow under moonlight

you felt so full with him

literally

his size stretched your walls out so deliciously

he had an arm wrapped protectively around your waist

placing sweet kisses to your hairline

“i ain’t gonna stop until i fuck a baby into you, y’know that right?”

jay remarked with a small chuckle

that southern drawl you love so much radiating through your ears

you leaned into his chest, listening to the soft thrums of his heartbeat

your cunt beginning to pulse around his cock

an act which made him groan slightly

“i wouldn’t ask for anything else”

you leaned up to kiss him greedily

lightly rocking your hips back and forth

feeling his cock swell inside you once more.

“feel so fuckin’ good around my cock, baby”

his hands fell to your hips, holding you in place

his cock thrusting viciously up into you

you whined into his shoulder, biting the flesh to try and silence yourself

a primal growl ripped through his throat

your cunt gripping his cock tightly as you bounced up and down

“jay please…i’m so close”

“not yet, baby. hold on for me”

he thrusted into you with a force so strong that it made your thighs shake

he kept you still, holding you against his chest, arms wrapped around your waist

“fuckfuckfuck-“ he chanted, voice like sinful hymns

“jay…” you reiterated, desperate and on the verge of release

“cum for me now, sweetheart. fuck-“

his grunts were met with feverish moans on your part, slamming your hips down as you wetness gushed down your thighs

sweetness coating his cock as he emptied himself inside you

“oh fuck-“ you cried, collapsing into his chest

jay remained silent for the moment, focused on filling you to the brim with his cum.

he gave an exhausted exhale, a buildup of sweat glistening at his hairline

he kept himself inside you, leaning down to plant a soft kiss to your lips

“what do ya think, baby? how about round three on the front porch?”

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[judgementdaysunshine]

Crushed throat

Pairing: Adam Cole x Fem reader

Description: You get your throat crushed during a match only for you to stop breathing while Adam takes care of you

This match had been draining and you didn't know how you were able to still keep up a fight against two bigger men. There weren't really a lot of women on the ROH roster and since you had wrestled against men a bunch of times in your career, you just kept doing it and made sure that the men you fought weren't the tallest or biggest men cause you knew then that you wouldn't have a chance at all but unfortunately in this match you had to wrestle against Jay and Mark Briscoe along with Kevin Steen since he was the only one who stood up for you when you were attacked by the brothers lat week leading the two of you to challenge them to a tag team match which you knew they would try to get an upper hand but they weren't gonna do it in the way you thought. You stand on the apron in a daze after tagging kevin in not noticing that mark was gone until the next thing you knew was being yanked off the apron and tossed around leading you to run in the ring before jay grabbed and threw you out of the ring into the barricade where you hit your throat letting out a strangled yell of pain as Adam ran out and helped kevin before carrying you backstage, there was a bit of swelling and a bruise began to from along your neck but the medic determined that it was just a bounce off hit but to still keep a close eye on the swelling for the next few days which made a bit of relief flood through you as adam takes you back to his house since kevin won the match for the two of you and adam already had his match with Tyler Black. An hour later you were sitting on the couch while adam laid an ice pack on your throat to help with the swelling and making sure to prop you up so you could still breath without knowing what was to come, you felt like you were suffocating and tired all at once as your vision grows dim while adam was in the next room when he heard a loud thud which makes him run out only to see you on the floor unresponsive making him freak out as he called an ambulance and went with you only to lose it when the doctors told him your throat was crushed and closed off your airway to the size of a straw, you woke up to adam by your side who cried seeing you awake as he kissed your forehead while you tried to speak. "Don't speak, your throat was crushed and you stopped breathing cause your airway was so restricted" you spent the night in the hospital being closely monitored as the swelling went down and your breathing was normal again leading to you being released later on the next day and going to the next show only a week later where the roster surprised you on your return along with the briscoe's apologizing for what happened which you accepted and became their third tag team partner in intergender matches in between tagging with adam or kevin as more women are slowly added to the roster.

[spotofimagines]

That’s My Girl ~ Jay Briscoe

A/N: It’s his birthday and you bet I wasn’t gonna let the day go by without a fic for him. Requests are open!

Requested by: no one

Warnings: implied smut

Based on this song(That’s My Girl- JLS)

Summary: Everyone’s eyes are on you, one wrestler’s in particular, but only Jay gets to take you home and he loves that everyone knows it.

It was the night after Global Wars and, since both Ring of Honor and New Japan were together again, everyone had decided to go out to a local club. This only happened once a year so when it comes round, it is definitely taken advantage of. There were several people you hadn’t met properly yet, and you couldn’t wait to get to know them.

You were wearing a pink dress that was probably too short for anybody’s good. It hugged you waist and showed off your cleavage. You had matching heels and a sparkly purse too. On nights like this, you knew anything could happen, but one thing you knew for sure was that Jay’s jaw would hit the floor when he saw you.

“You ready to go?” Deonna called out. You checked your makeup one last time before stepping out towards the door where she was waiting. “Wow.” You giggled at her reaction and complimented her on her outfit as you walked to your cab.

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The music blared in your ears as you entered the club.  Your eyes scanned the building for Jay. You had greeted a few guys already who were smoking outside, so you knew exactly where he was.

“Ladies.” A strong British voice sounded from behind you as Deonna turned and excitedly hugged the man. “Hey, Marty.” You said offering him a fist bump which he took. “I’ll catch up with you later, I know where Jay is.” You smiled at them and made your way to the bar, opting to grab a drink before heading over to your boyfriend.

After ordering a drink you noticed the people next to you started talking oddly quietly. You moved your head to look at them and instantly recognised their faces. Evil and Sanada. You had never met them, so this was going to be fun.

When you saw the younger man studying your body, you turned and faced them fully. “Sanada.” You addressed him. “Y/L/N.” He replied, focusing on your face again. You shot Evil a smile and he nodded back at you, taking a gulp of his drink.

“I must say, Y/N, look absolutely amazing. Quite a change from what I’ve seen.” You had built a reputation at Ring of Honor for being the hardcore chick that beats the crap out of everybody, and it seems like it broke the walls of your company. You smiled down at the floor and quickly inspected his attire. He had a navy button up shirt tucked into black jeans with a leather jacket on top, his hair slicked down.

“I wish I could say the same, Seiya. You’re looking handsome as always.” He smirked down at you and moved a little closer to you. You peered over his shoulder at Evil who had started a conversation with someone else. Grabbing the collar of his jacket, you leant close to his face and stared deeply into his eyes as he put his hands on your waist.

“Too bad you’re not taking me home tonight.” You told him. He let out a breath that was warm on your face. “You bet.” He muttered. You stepped back and grabbed your drink off the bar, throwing down some money. “Til next time.” He nodded his head slightly, looking you up and down one last time before you left to talk to Jay. He watched you leave, staring at the way your hair bounced off your shoulders, and how your hips swayed. His hand brushed through his hair. “Damn.” He uttered to himself as he faced the bar again.

You walked confidently over to where Jay was sat with Mark and a couple others, finding him staring at you intently. You realised he must have seen the whole situation. As you got closer, he stood and met you halfway. He wrapped his arms around your waist as he kissed your cheek and nuzzled his head into your neck, your hands resting on his biceps.

He pulled his head up and looked all over your face before settling on your eyes. “You’re looking sexy as all hell babe.” He whispered to you. Laughing, you pecked his lips and thanked him. “I don’t like the way he had his hands all on you though.” His eyebrows furrowed slightly as his eyes grew darker. “Kinda makes me wanna take you to that hotel and remind you I’m your man.”

You move your hands to the back of his neck. “Maybe I’m not the one that needs reminding you’re my man.” A smirk appeared on his lips as he shook his head slowly, amusement in his eyes. “Those damn heels, they turn you into something else.”

Leaning closer to him, you whisper in his ear, “You should see what happens to me when they come off.” You feel him take a deep breath in as you nibble his earlobe. His hands twitch at the base of your back.

“Screw it.” You hear him mumble under his breath just before he went back to the table to tell Mark you were leaving. Mark put up a bit of a fight, claiming you had hardly even been here. He was right, you hadn’t even reached the table yet. You gave a small wave to Mark with a pleading look in your eyes.

“Yeah, fine, whatever. I’ll cover you.” Mark grumbled in defeat. Jay turned to you with a mischevious smile, grabbing your hand and leading you out the door.

When you left, you felt eyes watching you, some wandering down your body. Jay seemed to notice too as his hand got tighter around yours. Really he didn’t mind because he knew everybody was seeing you leave with him, and everybody knew that you were his girl.

[wwesmutdonedirtcheap]

The Other Guy

Prompt: Jay and Mark both like the same girl but she has eyes for Jay. They end up fighting it out. - Someone sent me this in a private message and now I can’t remember who it was. If it was you let me know so I can tag you here!

“Jay,” I mumbled softly against his commanding lips, as his hand crept up to prop on the door, beside my head.

“Come on,” he groaned, his knee pressing my legs apart as he moved closer.

“I have to go,” I giggled, as his mouth moved down my neck.

"You don’t have to do anythin’,” he growled against my skin “But stay right here…with me.”

"Jay,” I sighed, fidgeting beneath him, “I can’t.”

Every bit of me wanted to stay in his room but I knew better. We had only been on a few dates and I wasn’t about to fall into his bed when I didn’t know who else might be sharing it.

He raised his head up and ran his tongue along the inside of his cheek, frustration creeping across his features.

“I told you,” he sighed sternly “There ain’t nobody else.”

“I know,” I nodded breathlessly, as I pulled my skirt back down to hit above my knees.

“Ya don’t believe me, do you?” he smirked, his fingers gripping his jaw and running along the beginning of his new beard.

He had shaved his hair again and cut his beard back to practically nothing. He would be a liar if he said it wasn’t because I had mentioned I preferred that look on him.

“Jay,” I reached out, moving his hand away and grabbing hold of his face “It’s me, ok? This is all me.”

“So that’s it?” he huffed, his eyes darting around the room “It’s not you, it’s me. That bullshit, cop out?”

“It’s not a cop out,” I recoiled from him “It’s the truth. I need time to find my place here. Jesus, Jay I’ve only been here for three months. I want to be doing so much in the Creative Department and I have all these responsibilities…”

I felt my nose start to burn and I knew within no time a tear would start sliding down my cheek.

He recognized it immediately and let out a breath.

“No, no, don’ do that,” he reached for me and cupped my face “Don’t do that, ok? Sweetheart, I can wait. You wanna take this slow, then that’s we’ll do.”

I nodded, although I didn’t really believe him.

“I’ll do whatever you want,” he pulled me closer, his lips ghosting across the top of my head as he spoke.

“Are you still gonna see other people?”

I let the question hang in the air, like I knew it would. I felt him tense up.

“That’s what I thought,” I pulled back from him and bit down on my lip.

This time, the tears did start to slide down. Not a flood but definitely enough to make me embarrassed. I didn’t want to cry in front of him.

Jay might have feelings for me but I knew better than to think he would go without while I figured out what I wanted.

“Hey,” his thumb grazed one of the tears “We both got a lot to think about, right?”

I wasn’t sure how to answer him so I just continued to look up at him, tears streaming.

“Fuck,” he sighed, both his thumbs working to rub off the tears “Don’t, don’t do this shit…I won’t see anybody else, ok? I won’t.”

“No,” I shook my head firmly “You’re a grown man. You can do whatever you want….I guess whenever I figure things out…I’ll see if you still want me.”

He pulled back, running his hand over his face. He nodded, his eyes not meeting mine as I reached behind my back for the door knob.

“You gonna see other guys?” he finally looked over at me, as he stood sideways in front of me.

I did my best to avoid the ripples in his abs and his tattoos that were glistening in the light of the room. Jay shirtless was something difficult for me to ignore.

“I, I don’t…I don’t know,” I finally whispered “Like you said, there’s a lot to think about.”

Clearly, that set off a fire inside him and his whole face twisted in anger, that he was trying desperately to hide.

“Yeah,” he finally spoke.

Before I could make another move, he sauntered toward me. Our eyes locked and I felt a yearning I hadn’t in a very long time.

His mouth placed a soft kiss on my forehead as he held it between his hands, then the tip of my nose and lastly on my lips.

“You’re so fuckin’ adorable,” he whispered in a gravely voice “I can’t stand the thought of someone touchin’ you.”

I forced a smile, opened the door and walked backwards out of it.

I hesitated outside for a second, just in case he came after me. He didn’t but I did hear a loud pop and watched as the door shook on it’s hinges. Jay had clearly punched it.

My breath caught in my throat and I contemplated going back but I forced myself to walk down the hall to the elevator.

I cared a lot about Jay. I was just scared. I knew enough about the business to know that guys in his profession would often play the field. That was why I knew when I asked him if he would stay single, he wouldn’t be able to tell me yes.

My job was my number one priority and I’d be damned if I let a broken heart drive me away from my dream career.

I could still feel his hands all over me as I stepped into the elevator.

A couple weeks went by and things stayed fairly normal between us.

We still talked, sometimes standing probably a little too close. I would catch him staring at me and there were times I couldn’t tear my eyes away from his lips.

One day, he was telling some outlandish story and motioning his hands around. I was supposed to be listening along with everyone else standing there but all I could do was stare at his fingers. All I could think about was how rough they felt when he slid them up underneath my skirt, how strong they were when he gripped my waist with them…I was pretty sure he noticed something was off but thankfully he couldn’t read my mind.

Later that night, the show wrapped and I was standing outside the venue waiting on my ride.

“My brother around?”

I jumped from surprise but when I turned around, I relaxed.

It was just Mark.

“Haven’t seen him since before the show,” I shrugged “Why?”

“I had a question for him,” Mark ran his hand up the back of his neck “I can ask him later.”

He continued to stand there and finally I glanced over at him, with a smirk on my face.

“Everything, ok?” I tilted my head questioningly.

“Yeah, yeah, everything’s cool,” he nodded, still fidgeting.

“You sure?” I turned to face him “If you need me to find Jay, I can go back inside and…”

“No, no,” he moved a little closer “I um, I guess you could say I wanted to talk to you.”

“Me?” I laughed “What for?”

“My brother said, that you two weren’t seein’ each other right now.”

"Yeah,” I sighed inwardly “We’re just…I’m just trying to take some time to myself.”

“So…If another man, who was interested in ya, asked you out…Then you’d say no?”

Had Jay sent him here to spy on me?

“No,” I answered quickly “It would depend on the situation. On the man…Why?”

“Just curious,” Mark lowered his eyes to the ground and shuffled his rolling suitcase around.

My phone lit up then and I saw my driver pulling up to the curb.

“You have a ride?”

“Hm? No, I was gonna call for one.”

“You can ride with me. I mean, we’re staying at the same hotel.”

Mark smiled eagerly at me and took my bag, placing it in the trunk of the car before getting in the backseat with me.

“You sure are a sweet girl,” Mark glanced over at me “My brother isn’t good enough for you anyway.”

I laughed, running my hand through my hair. I felt nervous now. I was almost positive Jay had planted Mark.

“Why do you say that?”

“Jay’s all rough and rowdy and got a mean streak in him two miles long,” Mark ran his hands up and down his knees.

“So do you,” I pointed out.

“Me?” he laughed “Not like him. My mean streak’s only half as mean as his.”

I giggled and I was pretty sure I saw his cheeks flush.

Before long we were at the hotel and he got my bag for me. Once we were inside the lobby, I turned to thank him for keeping me company.

He was staring at me. A longing in his eyes that I recognized because brothers have similar behaviors.

“Thank you,” I ignored it “I appreciated the company.”

He nodded, backing away slowly and walking down the hall.

Fuck.

The next night, the boys were running practice in the ring before the show, with Bully Ray.

I was sitting in one of the seats in the lower section, flipping through a stack of road notes.

“Break,” Bully raised his voice “Five minutes, boys.”

I glanced up to see Bully prop himself in the corner while Jay went to get both of them a bottle of water. Mark slid out of the ring and walked toward me.

I had on blue jeans and coincidentally enough a Dem Boys t-shirt, my feet propped on the seat in front of me. I felt myself tense just a little as he got closer.

“Hey,” Mark smiled, before stepping over the row and sitting down beside me.

“Hey…Mark,” I shut my folder and drew in a deep breath.

“Listen, uh,” he started fidgeting again and I could feel my face heating up “Last night, I wasn’t really looking for Jay.”

“You weren’t?” I pretended to be surprised.

“No, see I was lookin’ for you.”

As he said it, his hand reached out and tucked my hair behind my ear. He was being so sweet that I hated to pull away from him, so I didn’t.

“Me?” I shifted in my seat “Why?”

“Well, I was wonderin’ if maybe you would…”

His fingers were still lingering by my cheek just as an explosion set off on the other side of the room.

“What in tha fuck are you doin’?!”

We both jerked our heads around to see Jay storming toward us. Sweat and water were dripping down his chest, his eyes were lit up and I instantly felt worried for the both of us.

“You said you weren’t with her,” Mark stood up “And I kind of like her.”

“You son of a bitch!”

Jay’s fist connected with Mark’s nose and I screamed in shock as I jumped to my feet. He reached over and jerked Mark over the rows of seats to the concrete around the ring.

“Jay!” Bully shouted, but he didn’t move to do anything.

Jay slammed Mark’s back into the ring apron and I started jumping over the rows to get to them.

“She ain’t got a fuckin’ ring on her finger!” Mark shouted, getting in a good blow to Jay’s stomach as he stood to his feet.

“I told you!” Jay grabbed Mark’s unsteady face in between his hand “I told you how I felt about this girl. I told you to watch her. I didn’t tell you to try ta fuck her!”

Mark headbutted Jay and he fell down against the ring barricade.

“Mark!” Bully sighed “Mark, just cut this shit out!”

Jay quickly got back up on his feet and the two started trading blows ringside. Mark’s nose was bleeding and Jay’s knuckles were covered in it.

“Guys!” I shouted as I finally reached them “Stop!”

“You stay out of this!” Jay looked over at me.

As he turned his head, Mark landed a good punch on the jaw and Jay grunted in pain.

“Bully!” I shrieked, walking over toward him “Do something!”

“It’s best to let brothers just fight this shit out,” he shrugged, lifting his water bottle to his lips.

“You motherfucker!” Jay landed another shot to Mark’s nose.

“Hey, it’s not my fault you couldn’t keep tha girl around!” Mark screamed wildly at him.

Jay jumped him then, knocking him to the floor and pounding him even harder in the face with his momentum over him.

“Jay!” Bully finally threw down his water bottle “That’s enough man!”

“Stop it!” I followed him.

“Jay!” Bully pulled him to his feet.

Mark was all bloody on the floor and Jay had a busted lip.

“What is wrong with you two?!” I looked between them, as Mark made it to his feet.

“He touch you?” Jay pointed at Mark, who was standing nearest to me.

“What?” I gasped, laced with a laugh of surprise.

“Did my brother put his hands on you?”

“What difference does it make, huh?” Mark wiped his nose with his hand “She ain’t yours, big brother!”

Jay gritted his teeth and struggled slightly in Bully’s tight grasp.

“Get him away from me,” Jay managed to growl out “Now.”

Bully let go of Jay and took hold of Mark, backing him toward the door.

“Man, you gotta get your nose checked out,” Bully sighed.

I stood there in front of Jay. He was all bloody, sweat dripping down off him.

What was I suppose to say?

I’m sorry that I was nice to your brother?

“Jay,” I opened my mouth while still searching for the words.

“I can’t do it,” Jay held his arms up before letting them crash to his sides.

“What?” I furrowed my brow.

“I can’t work with you and not be wit you,” he walked closer to me.

“I, I don’t know if I,” I sighed.

“You can trust me,” he reached out, tugging me closer by my t-shirt “If that’s what you’re worried about.”

My eyes dropped to the floor because that was the main reason.

“Yeah, that’s it,” he groaned as he wiped the back of his hand on his pants before lightly brushing it across my cheek “You’re afraid I’ll run around on you.”

“You still have blood on your hand,” I whispered.

He chuckled, his other arm pulling me against his wet body.

“If I promise you, right here. Right now, in front of God and everybody, that I’ll be with you and only you…What would you say?”

“That I think you’re crazy,” I laughed.

“No, sweetheart, I’m not crazy,” he whispered, his hand stroking my cheek harder.

“You beat your brother up so bad you probably broke his nose,” I shook my head.

“If my brother comes near you again…I’ll do it again…I’d die for that boy,” he turned his hand over and held my jaw “But I’ll tell ya somethin’…He won’t take what I ain’t willin’ to give up.”

“But,” I started to protest.

“I never wanted to give you up,” he pressed his finger to my lips “That was all you, baby.”

I nodded slowly.

“Hey, Jay!”

Bully’s voice interrupted our moment.

“Your brotha’s nose is gushin’ blood ‘ere. Ya think ya might wanna come help me? Seein’ as how you’re tha one who did it and all?”

“You should do that,” I whispered, motioning toward Bully.

“Yeah,” he ran his tongue over his busted lip “Guess I should.”

I reached my fingers up and slid two of them lightly over his lip. He winced.

“Think you might need some medical attention too,” I smirked at him.

I had just changed into my pajamas and was searching for my eye mask in my suitcase when I heard the knock on the door later that night.

I quickly grabbed the bathrobe in the closet and slid it on.

It was Jay.

I opened it and smiled softly at him.

“Hey,” he swung his arms with their balled up fists by his sides “Can I uh, can I come in a minute?”

He had a gash covered by two strips of tape above his eye and the other one was growing black and blue underneath it.

“Are you ok?” I gasped.

“Yeah,” he grinned, as I let him inside “You should see the other guy.”

“How is he?” I grimaced.

“He’s fine. He’s fuckin’ pissed as hell but he’ll get over it.”

We stood there staring at each other for a minute. My eyes started lingering on his lips, as they often did and I realized I was biting on my own.

“You wanna kiss me?” he growled.

“What?” I laughed.

“When you bite your lip like that,” he started untying the belt on my robe “You always start kissing me.”

“I do?” I whispered, as he pushed the robe off to reveal my nightgown.

“Mhm,” he nodded, raising his arms for me to pull his shirt over his head.

It was then I noticed the cuts and bruises on his knuckles.

“You sure you’re feeling ok for this?” I looked up into his eyes.

“Sweetheart, I’ve been waitin’ too long to let a fuckin’ black eye and some bummed up knuckles stop me from touchin’ you,” he moaned before he wrapped his arms around my waist.

I jumped, allowing him to lift me and I wrapped my legs around his torso. He pressed our foreheads together, his hand gripping the back of my head.

“This silky thing is fuckin’ sexy,” his other hand slid across my ass where the gown covered it.

“It’s not even lingerie,” I giggled against his neck.

“It is on you,” he whispered in my ear “Everything is sexy on you.”

I squealed as he dropped me onto the bed and started unbuttoning his jeans.

Once he was only in his underwear, his eyes caught mine again.

“Sit up,” he motioned softly and I did.

His hands slid the gown off me and he sighed, as he immediately began to glide them along my body.

“Shit,” he laughed nervously, his fingers colliding with my hips.

I wrapped my arms around his neck and pulled his mouth to mine. His tongue danced along the inside of my cheeks immediately, pushing against my own.

Before long, his kisses got more intense and I gasped for air between each one.

Jay’s fingers ripped my panties down off me and I smiled against his lips.

“That ok with you?” he mumbled against my mouth, before trailing his lips down underneath my ear.

“Yes,” I leaned my head back and sighed, as his mouth moved back up to circle around my ear and press against it.

“I wanna fuck your brains out, sweetheart,” he moaned as his wet tongue snaked along the curve of my earlobe.

“Please,” I giggled as I let him push me down on the bed.

I watched as his underwear fell to the floor and I smiled at what I saw. His hand gripped his dick and jerked it slowly for a few seconds. I sighed in pleasure when he slid me to the edge of the bed and dropped to his knees.

I sat up, placing my legs on either side of his head completely stretched out. I took his face in my hands, dipping my lips down to his. He was soon stealing my oxygen supply again as his hands moved up and down my thighs, his fingers digging into my skin.

Finally, he pulled his mouth away. His tongue slid down my body to the bottom of my belly and I whimpered when he moved further down once again.

Jay rocked me back ever so slightly and his mouth made contact with my clit. I felt a shiver run up my back.

“Jay,” I moaned, my hair falling in my eyes as I tried to watch him from his place on the floor.

He sucked me completely into his mouth, his tongue gliding across me rapidly. I felt my knees stiffen around his head. He was already bringing me to the point of orgasm and he had only been going for a couple minutes.

He moaned against me, his hands pulling my legs tighter around his head.

“Please…Right there…Oh my god,” a string of commands and praise resounding from my mouth as I wriggled on the mattress

Finally I felt everything build in my lower abdomen and as it flowed through my body, I let out the loudest scream I ever have during sex. I couldn’t stop myself.

It was that damn good. It felt that amazing.

I felt Jay’s tongue lick my thighs dry before he raised up and hovered over me.

“You liked that, huh?” he smirked, his forehead batting roughly against mine.

I was already exhausted and I managed a nod in approval.

He laughed, hoisting my legs around his waist. He wriggled me again down to the edge of the bed and stood to his feet.

“Please?” I panted again and he smiled, easing inside of me.

“Shit,” he groaned, his eyes practically rolling back in their sockets.

“You like that, huh?” I echoed his words.

“Fuck,” he grunted, his pace picking up “You were worth the wait.”

I arched my back, as his grip on my hips grew tighter. He was slamming me up and down on him.

“How’s that?” he asked and I knew he wanted the truth.

“Fuck,” I giggled in response “…Faster…Please?”

A smirk spread across his lips and he sped up again.

Jay raised my legs up a little higher and when he plunged deeper, I thought I was going to explode.

“Oh my god,” I whimpered “Don’t move…Fuck, stay there.”

I squeezed my eyes shut but I could hear him groan. Apparently, my responses were turning him on even more.

His speed was a furious pace now and I felt myself start to tighten around him.

“Am I gonna make you cum?” he grunted, his hand sliding down to squeeze one of my breasts roughly.

I nodded, unable to speak and he rammed into me a few more times. Another scream left my lips but his own lips capped over mine this time. I felt him push into me twice more and then he shuttered, moaning curse words into the confines of my mouth.

I tightened my legs around his waist and he laughed softly into my hair before I forced his eyes up to look at me. I ran my hand over the tape above his eye.

“You sure you’re, ok?”

He grinned, his lips kissing my forehead gently before he pulled back.

“I’m a million percent better than the fuckin’ other guy.”

[xfirespritex]

Updated Request Rules & Guidelines

My first set of WWE Fanfiction Requests!

Hey everyone, if you’re reading this and are interested in submitting a request here are the rules/ guidelines of my doing requests. I thought long and hard about doing this and while I’m nervous I feel like doing requests will give me a kick to write more.

Requests will remain open as long as I feel like. I have the right to close them but will give fair warning in advance of closing the request.

Rules/ Guidelines:

1.      All requests will be for male superstar / female reader (i.e. Finn Balor X Y/N). I have not written slash in a long time and am not prepared to jump back in. I will be dipping my toe back into that in the future but not now.

2.      No self-harm/rape/death stories. They aren’t for me. I can’t write them. Note: Other things such as depression, anxiety, etc. are okay and allowed to be a part of the request but I will not write extremely triggering things. It’s difficult to write for me and even more difficult for some to read.

3.      Requests will be filled as I am inspired by them. Not first come/first serve. You can’t rush writing.

4.      Relating to the above rule you must be patient. If you are pushy or flat-out mean about how long it is taking to fill your request I will not finish it, no matter how good an idea it is.

5.      I will write fluff, angst and smut. Be specific in what you are looking for.

6.      I will accept requests from Anonymous but please know that if I can’t reply to your request there is no way of notifying you when it’s going up/ if I would like clarification on your request.

7. If you request smut you must be 18 years of age or older (AKA off anonymous and someone that lists their age in their profile). Also, if you request smut I cannot guarantee it will happen. If it doesn’t fit the story I won’t just throw it in there. 

If you want to help inspire me:

1.      Submit a particular image/ lyric/song/quote you associate with the request. I will try and use that as a guideline for my story.

2.      Give me specifics. Don’t just say “A cute fluffy story with Pete Dunne, please and thanks!” That’s not enough.

Wrestlers I will write for: (Note, I know much more about WWE wrestlers than other promotions so please be kind if I don’t their characterization just right.)

·        Adam Cole

·        Adam Page

·        AJ Styles

·        Aleister Black

·        Alex Shelley

·        Andrade “Cien” Almas

·        Baron Corbin

·        Bobby Fish

·        Bobby Roode

·        Brian Kendrick

·        Cedric Alexander

·        Cesaro

·        Chad Gable

·        Chris Jericho

·        Chris Sabin

·        Cody Rhodes

·        Corey Graves

·        Dean Ambrose

·        Drew McIntyre

·        Elias

·        Finn Balor

·        Jason Jordan

·        Jay Briscoe

·        Jeff Hardy

·        Johnny Gargano

·        Kassius Ohno

·        Kyle O’Reilly

·        Mark Andrews

·        Mark Briscoe

·        Marty Scurll

·        Matt Hardy

·        Mojo Rawley

·        Mustafa Ali

·        Neville

·        Pete Dunne

·        Roderick Strong

·        Roman Reigns

·        Sami Zayn

·        Seth Rollins

·        Sheamus

·        TJ Perkins

·        Tommaso Ciampa

·        Tony Nese

·        Trent Seven

·        Tye Dillinger

·        Tyler Bate

·        Velveteen Dream

·        Will Ospreay

Note: If you have an idea for a wrestler not listed above send me the request but PLEASE include an alternative choice for the character. This list doesn’t mean I absolutely will not write for some people but this is who I feel I am comfortable writing.

A final reminder: If the rules are not adhered to/ a request makes me uncomfortable I will not complete the request. You all need to understand that a request is just that, a request. I will do my best to fill them all but this is not a contract. So please, be understanding of mine, as well as all, writer’s limitations and guidelines.

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[thevirgovigilante]

Bruh, if I were to make a love story what should the couple be? (E.g. Kenny Omega x Reader, Marty Scurll x Reader, Jay Briscoe x Reader etc)

[omg-im-such-a-masochist]

after that dog collar match i’m gonna need some jay blood kink hcs good god !!

Maso’s Krampus Christmas 2022

I love my men rough and bloody in the good old fashion Briscoe style 🤤💦 TW: Blood kink and blood play

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Thick, red stripes of warm blood still ran down Jay’s face as he entered his locker room.

Your tongue darted out, momentarily wetting your dry lips. With a small, soft voice you asked “Where’s Mark?”

Jay tossed his new tag team championship title on top of the chair next to the door before taking slow, predatory steps towards you. “Chicken went to the doc’s office. His vision was kinda blurry or some shit like that”

“Didn’t you want to go with him?” You could feel the heat radiating from his sweaty tanned skin once he stopped in front of you on the couch.

“He’ll live…that boy’s tough and he’s a grown ass man, he can take a few punches here and there. It’s nothing serious, he’s just old” Jay leaned down until his face was mere inches away from yours.

“Just him?” You teased, while pulling him closer to you by his beard.

Jay chuckled before growling against your lips “You callin’ me old? I don’t remember you saying that last night though” His blood covered hand closed around your throat, leaving a dried dark crimson handprint behind on your skin.

“That’s because you were doing that special thing with your tongue that I love so much” Your tongue darted out to taste the blood coating his lips

Jay’s teeth tugged on your bottom lip, pulling the plump meat so hard it caused the delicate skin to break and blood to flow onto yours and his taste buds.

“And what about that thing I do with my dick, huh? When I put it in you nice and slow until you’re stretched enough for me to fuck you like a dirty little slut. What do ya think about that, lil’ peach?”

“I love that shit” A small moan escaped your parted lips, making Jay’s cock harden in his pants. Your voice was hoarse with desire as you collected some blood from his forehead and lifted your sweatshirt up to draw an arrow pointing down on your lower belly.

“Showing me where you want me, pretty thing?” He smirked

You gave him a small nod and whispered “You look so fucking hot covered in blood” Your hands tugged on his baggy pants, trying to slide them off of him.

“Yeah? You like your man covered in blood, don’t you? My peach loves a violent fucker, a man who can put up a fight, a crude hillbilly”

“Please, baby. Fuck me” You whined, pulling him by his wrists in an attempt to get him closer to you

“Fuck, I love when you beg me like that, peach” Jay licked from your chin to your mouth, where he captured your lips in a lustful kiss.

His hands roughly squeezed your breasts, pinching your nipples through your bra before sliding his calloused palms down your body. Jay separated your legs with his knee and pressed his strong thigh down to rub your slit and clit.

“Want me to fuck that pussy, baby?” He smirked and coated his index finger with some fresh blood as you nodded in agreement.

Jay pulled your jeans down your legs along with your underwear, and spread your legs further while using the blood he collected on his finger to write “JAY’S PROPERTY” on your inner thighs, close to your crotch. He grinned at the sight of his blood drying up on your skin “Now that my toy is properly marked I can make a good use out of it”.

Jay let a glob of spit fall on your clit and he rub it through your folds with his shaft, he slid just the tip in your void before stopping to look in your eyes “Beg me again, lil’ peach. Ask for it nicely like a good little slut”.

[omg-im-such-a-masochist]

Halloweek: Day 4

Editor: @thenightmareismyreality

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Shoutout to @letsgivethisonemoreshot for sparkling my imagination with her original idea

Everyone in Sandy Fork - Delaware knew about them. In fact, once you moved here two months ago, they were the only subject the town folk and neighborhood seemed to be desperate to tell you about - even more so because you now lived two houses down from theirs.

”Don’t go out at night or alone and don't ever go inside those woods…Lord knows what these people are capable of. I’ve heard things…screams and cries for help coming from somewhere inside those woods. Trust me when I say you might want to keep your distance from them” You’ve lost count of how many times you’d heard that phrase in the past two months. Having lived in Los Angeles for the majority of your adult life, you doubted there was something those crazy hillbillies could do to scare you.

People love to invent stories about others, of that you most certainly knew. And having encountered the Briscoes a handful of times since you moved, you could say they weren’t as bad as people painted them to be. Mark - the younger brother, was the one you encountered the most. Whether it was in the grocery store or coming home from work, you constantly bumped into the man. He sure is a bit funky but then again, you were from L.A. and used to eccentric people.

If you were being honest, the man wasn’t that scary. He helped you sometimes with your groceries and even offered to help when he saw you struggling with the lawnmower, plus he wasn’t that bad, with a few more regular showers, a trip to the barber shop and new clothes he would look quite presentable. But the one that sure was a sight for sore eyes was his older brother - Jay.

You saw him less frequently and your encounters had been a bit more weird than the ones with Mark. Jay was more reserved, not shy, but more so the quiet type. You only met him three times but those were enough to make his presence known.

The first time you met was when Mark introduced you the day he helped with the lawnmower. The younger Briscoe was the one who did all the talking, with Jay only saying a brief “Nice to meet ya” two minutes before leaving back to his house.

The second encounter was a month after you moved. You were finishing polishing your car when you felt someone looking at you, one quick look over your shoulder confirmed your suspicions of being spied on. Except your spy made no effort to make himself unknown.

Jay was leaning against your fence with no shirt on, sipping on a beer and intently staring at you. His green orbs were shamelessly glued to your curves, traveling up and down your body before they went back up to your face. A shiver of need went down your spine and even underneath the summer sun you felt goosebumps rising on your skin. After what felt like ages, you finally asked “Can I help you with something?”. The only response you got from him was a sly smirk before he walked away.

And the third and last encounter was two days ago. You had enjoyed a much needed night out in town at Earl’s bar and grill. You had a few drinks, some warm food and since it was still early and a warm night you decided to walk back home instead of taking an Uber.

On the way back, you passed by The Briscoes’ house and some movement by the window caught your attention. Looking towards the front window, you saw a naked woman pressed against the glass. Her long, blonde hair was wrapped around Jay’s wrist as he pounded her from behind. Her eyes were closed in pure bliss and her mouth moved with unrecognizable words, but his gaze was fixed on you. You felt your cheeks burning with embarrassment as he mouthed “I want you”.

You licked your dried lips and speed walked down the street towards your house, where you spent the rest of the night fantasizing about the handsome hillbilly.

You felt like a teenager all over again, being dared by your friend to go into the “forbidden woods” on Halloween night. Flashbacks of earlier tonight replayed in your mind…

“This is so stupid. There’s nothing in those woods! We both know the Briscoes are not the country version of the Boogie Man” You rolled your eyes in annoyance “Aren’t you a little too old to believe in neighborhood gossip?”

“Well, then prove me wrong” Mitch chuckled before making a toast with your beer bottles “Remember to call me if something goes wrong…I’ll make sure to call the police”

“I thought you were supposed to go rescue me! What kind of a man are you?” You joked with a smirk.

“The smart kind ” He laughed out loud and closed the front door of your house once he was out.

“This is so fucking stupid” You mumbled to yourself as the flashlight lightened the path inside the woods. The only sounds you could hear were the leaves moving on the branches due to the wind and the small twigs breaking underneath your feet. The more you entered the distant woods, the darker and creepier it got. The silence was deafening and successful in creating one of the most terrifying places you’d ever been in.

“Why am I doing this again? Oh yeah, because Mitch is a fool and I’m an even bigger idiot! This is so dumb and pointless” You stopped in your tracks as you continued to talk to yourself “You know what? Fuck this and fuck Mitch. I’m going home”.

When you were about to turn around to go back home, a loud scream came from further in the woods. *What the actual fuck? No…it can’t be true. Oh God, please don’t tell me that those crazy hillbillies actually kill people in these goddamn woods. Can you imagine a sadder death though? Killed by two psycho brothers in fucking Delaware of all places! Jesus Christ, I should’ve stayed in L.A.* The unspoken dialogue roamed your mind until another loud scream made you freeze in place. Your ears seemed to pick up on every little sound and it didn’t take long enough for you to find out what was happening in those woods.

What you learned to be a female voice screamed and moaned while she begged for the younger Briscoe to “please, go faster”. You held back a loud laugh of relief upon understanding what they actually did inside those woods, “If the people only knew” You whispered to yourself before walking back towards your house. The fit of laughter soon died on your lips when you noticed the living room light on, *I didn’t leave it on. I turned off all the lights before I left* The thought roamed your mind and anxiety creeped up on you.

Your breath left in shallow pants as you walked up the four stairs of your front porch. The front door was partially open and when you stepped inside your living room, you quickly took one of the iron fire pokers and called “I’m armed, asshole! You got two minutes to get out through the kitchen door unless you want to celebrate Halloween in the ICU!”

The house remained dead silent as you walked towards the dining room area. As soon as you stepped inside the cozy room, a pair of arms hooked around yours, keeping your arms glued to your body and preventing you from defending yourself. You kicked and fought against the man’s grip, trying your best to set yourself free.

“Ya know, when they say city girls are damsels in distress they clearly haven’t met you yet” The unmistakable voice and accent somehow eased your anxious self and made your breathing normal again. “What are you doing in my house? I don’t recall saying you could come in” You looked over your shoulder at the green eyes that now stared back at you with malice

“But you did want me here” Jay smirked as he loosened his grip around you so you could turn around to face him. “I might be ignorant, but I think that the copy of your front door key placed on my window sill kinda speaks for itself, don't ya think?”.

“Have you ever thought it could be for Mark, not you?”

“If it was for Mark, you’d be the one screaming inside those woods right now” He pushed you back until your lower back bumped against the dining room table “But we both know that’s not what you want…No, you want - need something beyond that…something Mark can’t give ya” Jay leaned forward, tracing the pulse point of your neck with the tip of his nose. “But you know that I can. I can give you what you want and so much more, right, little peach?” His lips now hovered above yours, beard tickling your skin as he whispered “Isn’t that what all of you city girls want? A rough, crude hillbilly to give you the time of your life. Do you in a way none of those playboys can? Treat you like you’re nothing more than a pretty and preppy fuck toy. Toss you around, slap ya in the face, shove you face down on the mattress, spit in your mouth, pull your hair, spank you and watch the posh girl melt away with that pretty makeup on your face”.

“Jay” His name left your lips in a begging tone. Despair, need and want were written all over your eyes as you placed your hands on his biceps “Please”.

Jay’s smirk turned into a toothy grin as he clasped his hand around your throat “Shhh, shut up” His free hand roughly groped your breast, earning a soft moan from you. “I hope you know what you’re in for, peach. Because once I’m done with you, you’ll never want anything but this hillbilly’s dick inside of you”.

[omg-im-such-a-masochist]

Day 1: Malakai Black

Day 2: Demon Bálor (Finn Bálor)

Day 3: Jay White

Day 4: Jay Briscoe

Day 5: El Phantasmo

Day 6: Wardlow

Day 7: Matt Jackson

[omg-im-such-a-masochist]

7 days…

One week…

7 stories…

From October 25th to 31st Halloweek will come along…

Finn Bálor, Jay White, Matt Jackson, El Phantasmo, Wardlow, Malakai Black and Jay Briscoe will have their stories told.

But the question is: Are you ready to come along in this Halloweek journey?

Grab your drinks and Jack-o’-lanterns, folks. Because we’re almost there..

🎃

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[omg-im-such-a-masochist]

Hey love..can I get a smutty, nasty dirty talk headcannon of this with Jay Briscoe and his wife....👅🥵👅🥵

Hi darling 💕 Ugh, yes! 🤤

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It was supposed to be a chill night. You, Jay, Mark and his wife went to one of your favorite local bars in Sandy Fork, Delaware.

The boys just got home from the road and had managed to get a week off work. So this was your celebration for those much earned days at home.

The plan was: go to the bar, have a few drinks, eat some mozzarella sticks, have a few laughs then come back home. At least that’s what you had planned to do.

What you didn’t count on was for the Bahama Mama’s to hit you a little too hard…

You came back from the ladies restroom with your sister-in-law when Mark took her hand and dragged her to the open space between the tables and the bar so they could dance. Your glossy eyes were one of the signs of how tipsy you actually were “Hi” Your smile was lazy and content, making Jay smile widely in return and chuckle “Hey” He pulled you down so you could sit on his lap “Wassup, my lil peach?” His teeth softly scraped against your jaw. “Oh, nothing!” You tossed your arms around his neck “I was just wondering when can we go home so you can use me all night long?”

A low growl rumbled in Jay’s chest and his hand came down to possessively rest on your ass “Fuck” He squeezed the supple meat before swatting it hard, making your skin prickle from the impact and causing a loan moan to leave your lips. “I don’t know what’s gotten into you tonight, but I like it!” Jay grinned “I like it a lot”.

He tossed a few dollar bills on top of the table and tossed you on top of his shoulder, making you giggle as you waved ‘bye’ at Mark and his wife who stared at the both of you with a confused frown. You’ve never seen, in all those years together, Jay drive as fast as he did to get you home quickly.

The minute he tossed you on top of the bed, you pulled your black vinyl skirt up your hips while he got rid of his black tank top. Your eyes were fixed on him and you watched those forest green eyes turn almost black with lust as you slowly spread your legs to reveal your nakedness. Your giggle was a perfect mix between innocence and teasing “Come get your pussy, baby”.

Jay grabbed a handful of his erection, squeezing his cock through the baggy jeans before adjusting himself “Do you want to feel me inside you slow or fast, peaches?” He asked, while pushing his jeans down his thighs torturously slow. “Both” You whined at his teasing and slid down a finger so you could play with yourself, but as soon as he saw what you were about to do, Jay slapped your hand away “Don’t touch my pussy. That’s my pussy, do you understand?” His thumb brushed against your sensitive nub “And you’re not allowed to touch my pussy. Only I get to touch my pussy!”.

“Jay, please” You tugged on his beard, trying to pull him closer to you and eliciting a snarl from him at the slight pain. One of his hands closed around your neck, applying a small pressure on the sides and making you smile at him. “You’re so fucking hot” He nibbled on your ear lobe “Make my cock so hard for you”.

“Fuck me, baby. Please, I need you so bad” Your legs crossed around Jay’s hips, trying to keep his body glued to yours, but it was pointless. He was stronger than you, therefore, he effortlessly slid down your body. He kissed all over your exposed skin until he reached your mound.

He kissed your outer lips before spreading your folds with his thumb and forefinger “So beautiful”, Jay placed a chaste kiss on your engorged nub, making you moan his name. His tongue feasted on your juices, grunting and lavishing on your taste. His hands gripped your hips, pulling you closer to his mouth so he could sink his tongue in your core.

“Jay, please” Your whining made him pull back from your folds “Shhh, peaches” He kissed your inner thigh “Don’t worry, baby. I’ll make you cum with my tongue before I put you to sleep with my cock” He smirked before dipping his head down between your legs again.

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One Last Time

Summary: He promised you he would never go down that path again. But when the truth proved itself to be the opposite of what you believed in, how will you react when you have to choose between your heart and your mind (also, wow! When your summary has more plot than the actual story 😂 This is basically smut with no plot)

Word Count: 2110 words

Pairings: Jay Briscoe x Reader

Warnings: +18, smut, explicit sexual content and a shit ton of dirty talk

Editor: @thenightmareismyreality

My undying supporter and plot Beta: @letsgivethisonemoreshot

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A/N: So here’s the thing: Jay Briscoe’s fandom is incredibly small (do I hear crickets? 🤔🤣) and I’m proudly a part of it. I love this man and there are so little stories with him out there and it makes me so sad 😢 I’m gonna be real and say that this will probably never reach beyond 4 notes or something, but you know what? Whatever! Because I’m going to get this out of my system and profess my undying love for this man. So if anyone out there loves him too, you’re not alone ❤️😂. If you’d like to check out my previous works, you can find them on my Masterlist ❤️

Gif by: @gangstanappah

I knew it would end like this. When I met Jay, something inside me told me to watch out. He smelled like trouble, looked like trouble and I felt drawn to him because of it.

Getting a little taste of the “forbidden” soon became an addiction, and boy I was hooked. His taste, his words, his touches. Everything he did was borderline maddening because he did it so perfectly. My very own twisted fairytale felt like it could go on forever, until it didn’t.

Police broke into my house to arrest him and I was shocked. Of course I knew he was bad news, but not THAT bad.

Still, I stood by him. Every Saturday I went down to James T. Vaughn Correctional Center to visit him. He always swore to me that this would be the only time I went near a prison because of him.

Did I believe him? Yes

Was I wrong? Absolutely!

Two years after he was free, police arrested him again. I only found out because he called me from the police station. I let him say his piece, and hung up the phone without speaking.

For my own good I had to cut all ties with him. He called repeatedly from prison but I never answered. He left messages in my voicemail - I listened, cried like an idiot, and deleted them. He somehow even got a phone inside the prison - which I’m sure his brother Mark arranged - and kept texting me, so I just ignored it all.

A few of his things were still in my house so I just placed them inside a cardboard box and shoved it in the small closet underneath the stairs.

Even though it pained me to do it, I had to, for my own good. I loved Jay more than anything else in the world but you know what they say: sometimes love is not enough. And in our case, that phrase was a perfect fit.

One year later

For most people, Friday night was a party night. For me, it meant Domino’s pizza, cheap wine and Netflix.

I was waiting for Tony - the delivery guy - as I scrolled through my phone. I was hungry and the pizza couldn’t come fast enough, when someone finally knocked on the door.

“About fucking time!” I groaned to myself as I walked towards the front door.

I grabbed 20 bucks and opened the door “Damn, Tony. What took you so long?-” The words died on my tongue while I stared into Jay’s green eyes.

Fuck, he looked even better than before. His tanned skin was complimented perfectly by an oversized white shirt and baggy jeans, and paired perfectly with his yellow timbs. His beard was longer, and his buzz cut was neatly trimmed. He had a few more lines around his magnetic green eyes, but it only made him look more handsome.

“Tony still takes over forty minutes to deliver pizza?” He asked with a faint chuckle.

I didn’t know why, but his “pretend that nothing ever happened” demeanor deeply annoyed me, and I did my best to mask my excitement to see him behind a frown.

“What are you doing here? I thought you were locked up”

“I was, but I left this morning. I went to Mark’s and took a decent shower and had some sleep in a real bed. Although it wasn’t the bed I wanted to be in” He groaned while eyeing me from head to toe.

Even though I was in a pair of black yoga pants and matching black tank, I felt incredibly exposed.

“What do you want, Jay?” I tried to sound annoyed, even though on the inside I wanted nothing more than to jump the man.

“You. I want you” He stepped closer to the doorstep andI could smell the cologne radiating from him “365 days and you were all I could think of. I thought about you night and day. I dreamt about you. Rubbed one off thinking about you” His hand cupped my cheek “My peach”

I could feel it. The warmth of his skin, his scent drowning me, his lips so close to mine…

“My juicy lil’ peach” His tongue softly darted out and licked my bottom lip “So sweet” He repeated his actions again “And all mine”.

With that specific word, my eyes snapped open and I pushed him away.

“No, Jay” I took a step back from his inebriating scent “You promised me that it would be the first and last time you would go to prison and you lied! You told me I would never have to see you behind bars again, and two years later you were calling me from the precinct saying they would take you to Vaughn again! I couldn’t do that anymore. What was I supposed to do? Watch them take you away and applaud? Visit you every Saturday again? Listen to a bunch of cop-outs of how it will never happen again? That it will be the last time? I can’t do this and you know it” My voice was nothing but a whisper at this point “You promised me it would never happen again. You knew I didn’t want you in the middle of whatever the fuck your brother and his idiotic friends do. You had a choice, Jay. I gave you a choice. And you made it, so now you have to live with that”.

My heart sank with every word. I wanted nothing more than to say “fuck it” and take him back in my life. But I knew better than that. Accepting Jay would be the same as saying “do whatever you want, I’ll always wait for you”. Although a part of me knew I probably would, it wasn’t the right thing to do. But why must the right thing feel so wrong?.

Jay nodded and asked “Can I at least grab some of my stuff? If you still have it, that is”

I agreed and let him, pointing towards the small closet underneath the stairs where the box containing his belongings was. At the same time, Tony brought the pizza and left. When I closed the door, placed the pizza on the coffee table and turned around, Jay was staring at me. He was leaning against the wall, arms crossed in front of his chest, green eyes staring at me so intensely…Like he had done so many times before.

He pushed himself off the wall and walked towards me. “Your hair is different” Calloused fingers were now playing with my soft strands “It’s longer. I like it” His fingers roamed up to my scalp.

He took a handful of my hair before tugging it “I get a better grip now” Jay pulled my head back so I could look into his piercing eyes “It makes it easier to keep you in place. Toss you around. Make you look up at me when you suck my cock. And pull you towards me as I fuck you from behind, just the way you love it”.

A shocked gasp left my lips when his free hand closed around my neck “You’ve always liked it dirty” Jay smirked. “You like when your man gives it to you rough, don’t you, peaches?”

“Jay” My voice was faint and I gathered all of my strength to attempt to stop myself from falling into his web “I told you-“

“I know, little peach, I know. But don’t you think we deserve a proper goodbye? After all we’ve been through together, we deserve it, don’t we? We deserve to officially say goodbye to the way our bodies move together, to how nicely your pussy milks my cock, to how full your mouth gets when I bury myself down in your throat, or how much I can make you squirt when I eat you out”.

Jay quickly turned me around and pressed his front against my back “C’mon, peaches. Just one more time” He pushed my hair to the side and kissed the side of my neck “You know you want it, baby. Say it! Say how much you want your man”.

He walked us forward until I was trapped between the back of the couch and his toned body. His beard scraped against my neck as his hands roamed down to my hips, where he squeezed the supple meat and held me in place as he rubbed his erection against my ass.

“Jay” I gasped “You need to leave” My mind flooded with memories of how perfectly Jay fit inside of me.

“Do I?” He nibbled on the pulse point of my neck “Are you sure you want that, peach?” Warm, calloused hands roamed up to cup my breasts through the tank top “I know you better than you do. And I could be wrong but something tells me you don’t actually mean that, do you?” His tongue darted out and traced the outer part of my ear shell before nibbling on it softly.

“Now, I might be overstepping here and if I am, you just say the word and I’ll leave. But didn’t you miss me? Not even a little bit?”

My silence was enough for him to continue and so, Jay dipped his hand inside my yoga pants “Yes, you did” He whispered but soon the soft whisper became a growl when he found no barriers between his hand and my damp folds.

“Fuck…no panties?” His middle and ring finger began to circle my clit “You were secretly waiting for me, weren’t you? You knew I was leaving today, and knew I would come here after you” He panted “You’re so fucking wet…my little peach” Quickly removing his fingers from my pants, Jay took his juice covered fingers to his mouth and sucked them clean while humming “I missed how sweet my peach tastes, so fucking delicious”.

Not able to contain myself anymore, I rubbed my ass against his clothed erection. *One more time. Just one more time* I mentally repeated to myself like a mantra.

“Fuck yes, baby. Rub yourself against me” His hands had a stronger grip on my hips this time “Feel what you do to me”.

Following a natural instinct, my hands went to my back until I felt the buckle of his belt. My fingers fumbled with the cool metal until Jay’s warm fingers covered mine and helped me free him from his pants. At first contact of our skins I moaned as my hand softly pumped him up and down. My body buzzed with excitement of having him in me again. His size, his girth, everything about him was perfect and made me scream internally.

Jay’s hands pushed my pants down my legs as he whispered in my ear:

“Put me in ya” He panted “Put my cock inside that sweet, warm, tight pussy, baby”

I slid his cock between my folds to lube him up before pressing his tip against my entrance and slowly sinking down on it.

My hands gripped the backrest of the couch as I felt him stretching me. It felt so familiar and yet so foreign. Jay’s hands tightly gripped my hips as he pushed me up and down on his cock while growling “Fuck, peach. The tightest pussy I ever fucked” His hand slammed down on my ass hard, surely leaving a red handprint behind “And all mine, right baby? This sweet lil pussy is only mine”.

Unable to stay still anymore, I leaned forward on the backrest of the couch and began to move my hips back to meet his thrusts.

“Fuck yes, stick that sexy ass out, just like that” I felt another sting on my ass as he moaned. “Fuck yourself on my cock, baby. That’s right, make good use out of your man’s dick”

Jay watched me move up and down his length until he felt my walls tightening around him. I gripped the couch cushion as I felt the sweet release approaching me.

Jay covered my body with his, held my hips in place and began to thrust in me from behind at a frantic pace.

“That’s it, peaches. Make a mess on me” His hand roamed down and rubbed my sensitive bundle of nerves “Milk my cock, baby. Make me cum with that tight lil pussy”. His words triggered something deep within me, and as he commanded, my body obeyed.

“Fucking hell, you squeeze me so fucking good” He moaned and kept thrusting in as his cum filled up my walls.

Jay kissed from my shoulder to my temple and the only thing I could say in return was:

“Welcome home, my love”

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Jay Briscoe kinks

This will be fun 😈

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Primal Play: Focuses on raw feelings and actions that are evoked by natural impulses and urges. Is about tapping into your basic, primal - and sometimes animalistic - urges.

Jay’s teeth sank into your shoulder, the growl followed by a harsh bite made your walls clench around his length. Your nails scratched his forearms, leaving burning trails on his tanned skin. Jay snarled in your ear, before biting your ear lobe “Scratch me again, peaches”. You happily obliged, sinking your nails into his skin again. “Harder” His hips snapped against your ass, moving at a frantic pace. Your hands roamed down to his thighs, repeating the same actions from before…

Dirty talk: Involves talking about sex acts with your partner in an explicit, arousing way before or while engaging in sex acts.

You placed your Ipad on top of the bathroom counter so you could continue to talk to Jay while you did your night routine. Your turquoise silk robe - Jay’s favorite - was partially open and gave him a nice view of your breasts. “Hey, peach. Why don’t you open that up for me, baby?” You could see him taking his shirt off and sinking his hand down to his boxers. Slowly, your hands opened the robe completely, making him moan “Fuck, I wanna slide my cock in between those perfect tits, babe”, when you cupped both of your breasts in your hands and got closer to the camera so he could get a good view of your fingers playing with your nipples. “I wanna cum in your mouth while my cock is trapped between your sweet tits…fuck me”...

Degradation: Consensual practice of using derogatory names and phrases (bitch, whore, idiot…) to humiliate and degrade your partner during sex.

“That’s my perfect little slut” Jay tugged on your hair and sank his cock deeper in your throat. “Look at how good you can take this cock. Fuck, peaches” His forest green eyes were fixed on your face “That’s why you got me hooked, baby. No one can suck a cock better than my favorite fucktoy”...

Impact Play: Sexual practice in which one person is struck (usually repeatedly) by another person for the gratification of either or both parties which may or may not be sexual in nature.

“Faster” The impact of his hand against your ass cheek made you gasp loudly. The prickling feeling he left on your skin made you momentarily lose track of what you needed to do. His thumb caressing your chin was the silent warning for you to relax your neck before the next slap hit your cheek. “I said RIDE ME FASTER! Are you fucking deaf?!” Jay pulled your torso down to his chest while he frantically thrusted into you. His free hand slapped your ass several times before he pushed you back to a seated position “Now ride me like you fucking mean it!”...

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NSFW Alphabet with Jay Briscoe, please 🥺👉👈

Of course, babe. Ugh, I need a new pair of pants after this one 🤤

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Gif: By our good friend Google

✨NSFW Alphabet✨

Jay Briscoe

A = Aftercare (what they’re like after sex)

Jay likes to spend sometime cuddling after sex. He likes the sweet caresses and words followed by a power nap.

B = Body part (their favorite body part of theirs and also their partner’s)

His favorite body part is his abdomen - mostly because of his tattoos. Now his favorite body part when it comes to you is all of you. Jay loves everything and can’t choose just one thing.

C = Cum (anything to do with cum, basically)

He loves to cum in you or in your mouth.

D = Dirty secret (pretty self explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs)

Jay secretly has a corruption kink. You look so innocent and pure to him that the mere thought of turning such a sweet girl into an ultimate slut has his cock hard in less than three seconds.

E = Experience (how experienced are they? do they know what they’re doing?)

Extremely experienced. So much that at some point you’re sure he knows more about female anatomy than you.

F = Favorite position (this goes without saying)

Flatiron and doggy style.

G = Goofy (are they more serious in the moment? Are they humorous? etc.)

No goofing around. He’s completely serious and focused.

H = Hair (how well groomed are they? Does the carpet match the drapes? etc.)

Jay is very well groomed. And mostly because he knows you like it this way.

I = Intimacy (how are they during the moment? the romantic aspect)

Jay is a man of actions, not words. He lets his body do the work, his hands, touches and thrusts do all the talking, although from time to time he’ll say something sweet.

J = Jack off (masturbation headcanon)

Masturbation to Jay is part of his daily routine. It’s a part of his day to day ever since he was a teen and still masturbates everyday. Although after you two got together he must confess that he prefers sex with you instead of masturbating.

K = Kink (one or more of their kinks)

Corruption kink, dirty talk, humiliation/degradation kink, power play, exhibitionism and face slapping.

L = Location (favorite places to do the do)

Literally anywhere. The man has fucked you in the woods, abandoned building, dead end, hotel fire escape exit, bed, couch, living room rug, kitchen floor…you name it and he’ll do it.

M = Motivation (what turns them on, gets them going)

Besides you, your words and your body, there’s one thing that lights up a fire in Jay like nothing else does and that is: your eyes. As he says, and I quote: “Those fucking bedroom eyes are going to get you in trouble, peaches”.

N = No (something they wouldn’t do, turn offs)

Threesomes or sharing. That’s a big no-no to him.

O = Oral (preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc.)

He loves both. But there’s nothing that turns him on more than eating you out. He could spend days only going down on you and listening to the sounds you make for him.

P = Pace (are they fast and rough? slow and sensual? etc.)

On rare occasions he’ll be all slow and sensual. But his preferred pace is rough and fast. There’s nothing that makes him harder than the loud sound of skin slapping skin.

Q = Quickie (their opinions on quickies, how often, etc.)

He loves it. Although he would never choose a quickie over a long sex session, they still have a special place in his heart.

R = Risk (are they game to experiment? Do they take risks? etc.)

Jay loves to take risks and try out new things. He also has a special love for risky, outdoor sex.

S = Stamina (how many rounds can they go for? how long do they last?)

His stamina is over the roof! He can easily fo three long rounds before needing to stop.

T = Toys (do they own toys? do they use them? on a partner or themselves?)

Although he won’t admit it, Jay likes using toys every now and then. But still he prefers to use his body only to give you pleasure.

U = Unfair (how much they like to tease)

No teasing. Jay is an “ask and you shall receive” kind of guy. So no teasing is allowed.

V = Volume (how loud they are, what sounds they make, etc.)

This man is LOUD! Louder than you actually. He has a problem of keeping it down because, and I quote “You’re too fucking skilled for your own good, peach”.

W = Wild card (a random headcanon for the character)

“You want me to keep going?” His growl was low in your ear “Such a slut for me, aren’t you, peaches?” Jay buried himself deep in you, so deep that you could almost feel him hitting your cervix. His weight on top of you and the heat radiating from his tanned skin was making your walls close around his cock.

“Who would’ve thought that such a preppy little thing would’ve become such a needy whore…my needy whore” A soft caress on your cheek was the sign for you to relax your jaw for the slap that was about to hit your face.

X = X-ray (let’s see what’s going on under those clothes)

Big. Not crazy big that makes it uncomfortable, but big enough to make you gasp and moan at how full he can make you feel.

Y = Yearning (how high is their sex drive?)

Incredibly high. He can easily go at it several times a day.

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Can I please a smut imagine or headcanon of Mark Briscoe where the reader keeps testing him by acting bratty? I have no good ideas I’m sorry

It’s okay, babe. We all confuse them sometimes 😉😂

And I love how more people are appreciating the fine breed that is Jay Briscoe 🤤

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Gif: Good ol’ goggle search

“Get your ass back in here, girl!” Jay’s accent echoed through the arena hallway as he followed you towards his locker room

“Girl, you better stop playing games or I swear to God”

You giggled and ran inside the locker room while quickly tried to close the door before Jay could enter

But when you were an inch apart from fully closing the door

You spotted his green eyes through the small crack and squealed, giving a few steps back before Jay kicked the door open, making the doorknob forcefully hit the wall

His calloused fingers closed around your throat and pushed you back against the couch

Before you could even think about escaping

He shoved you down on the brown leather and straddled your hips

One of his hands pinned your wrists on top of your hand

As the other remained tightly around your neck

Adding enough pressure to make it slightly difficult to breath

“You think this is fucking funny? Huh? You think is funny to go around fucking flirting with every men in this fucking arena?!”

Your hips began to wiggle in an attempt to try to make him get up

But it only served to piss him off even more

Jay added more of his weight on top of your hips, now completely submitting you to him

“I asked you a fucking question!” He growled in your face, which only served to make you grin in response

“Yeah, you think this is funny, don’t you? Fucking teasing brat” He let go of your neck to quickly slap you across the face before his hand closed around your neck once more “I’ll give you lesson you’ll never forget, girl”

Your laugh was weak due to the pressure around your neck, but that didn’t stop you from further teasing him

“Lesson? You can give me a lesson, once you learn how to hit like a real man”

The smirk on his face showed how much he was enjoying this

“Oh, you fucking bitch” Jay laughed before trapping your lips in an aggressive kiss “You’re gonna regret this”