#jay briscoe fanfiction

[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?”

[plentyoffandoms]

I know I'm bombarding you but I came up with this at like 2 am when I woke up from a nightmare....can I get a story where the reader is Jay Briscoe's wife and she wakes up from a really bad nightmare and Jay soothes her with some sexy dirty daddy talking smut....

Please and thank you ❤️❤️❤️

Jay Briscoe x f/Reader (18+)

Main Masterlist ♡ WWE NXT Masterlist ♡ Jay Briscoe Masterlist

Warnings: Some swearing. Descriptive sexual acts. Oral (F receiving). Unprotected sex. (Remember to wear protection). Slight Praise Kink. Daddy Kink. Minors do not read.

Just like all my other stories, this has not been proofread, but please enjoy.

Gifs & photos do not belong to me.

Word Count 1058

Summary: f/Reader is having a bad dream & her husband Jay helps her to calm down.

Jay Briscoe's POV:

I woke up to YN groaning and mind automatically went to her having a sexy dream, but with one look at her gorgeous face, I knew it wasn't a sexy dream at all.

I was going to wake her up but she stopped moving and making the groaning noise, so I figured it was okay for me to try and go back to sleep.

But all of a sudden, she sat up and she was breathing heavy. I could see her looking around our dark room and her gaze finally landed on me.

I could see her looking at me from the only light source in our room, which was coming from the streetlight right outside our room.

"YN baby girl, what is wrong?" I gently asked her, not wanting to scare her even more.

Instead of answering me, she put her face into my chest and wrapped her arms around me.

I kissed the top of her head and started to rub her back until her breathing finally calmed down a bit.

"Do you think you can go back to sleep?" I asked her. My beautiful wife shook her head no into my chest and I wanted to tell her to go to sleep but I knew she was on her way to becoming wide awake.

"Want me to help you to go back to sleep baby?" I asked her as I pulled her head away from my chest.

"How?" YN asked me as she yawned.

"No more questions love, let Daddy take care of you."

~

"Too much." YN cried out from above me, her hands were gripping our headboard and her body had a slight sheen to it as I was trying to bring her to her third orgasm.

I slapped her thigh in warning but never once letting up as I continued my assault on her pussy.

My face was covered and beard is just covered with her juiced and I didn't want to stop. Not until she was a trembling, tired mess.

"Jay, please." YN cried out. Her saying my name had me pulling my mouth of her sweet pussy and manoeuvring her so she is now below me.

I am gripping her chin gently in my hand as I speak to her. "What did you call me baby girl?" Her beautiful eyes seemed confused until it finally dawned on her.

"I'm sorry Daddy."

"Shh, it's okay. I know you were just lost in your thoughts. First the nightmare and now this. Don't worry love, I got you."

I reached between our bodies and I groaned as I gripped my cock in my hand. I rubbed it against the outside of her pussy, getting it wet so I can easily slide in.

I slowly pushed in to her tight heat, the both of us groaning as the first inch slid in.

I let go of myself and brought my hand up to cup her face as I ran my thumb across her cheek.

Her mouth fell open as more of slid inside of her. I placed my thumb against her bottom lip and I all but growled as she wrapped her lips around my thumb and started to suck on it, all the while looking at me.

I was panting as I finally bottomed out but I didn't move. My own eyes were fluttering as her pussy seemed to grip me just right.

I could feel her hips lifting off the bed, trying to get me to move. "How do you want it love?" I didn't wait for her to answer as I knew YN is going to take whatever I give her.

I started off slow. Wanting her to feel every ridge and vein along my cock. I was whispering to her that everything is okay and no one was going to hurt her.

That it was just a bad dream and none of it was real. I kissed her hard to show her that she was infact awake my pace sped up.

YN cried out into the kiss as I continued to fuck her harder and faster. I unwrapped her legs from around my waist and put them over my shoulders. YN is practically bent in half and I was fucking her like there is no tomorrow.

The only coherent words falling from her mouth was the two words "Jay" and "Daddy."

"It's okay baby girl. Daddy's got you. I love you so much. You are taking me so well."

My pace never faltered as I continued to let her know she is safe and how much I love her.

The little gasps falling from her lips were bringing me closer and closer to the edge, but I needed to get her there.

I once again reached between our two bodied but this time to play with her clit. Her mouth fell open once I found it and started to rub it.

Her left leg was starting to tremble and I knew this was going to be a big a one.

"Oh fuck, you close YN?" Yes you are. Your pussy is trying to strangle my dick."

I couldn't help it, a few more hard, powerful thrusts and I stilled as I came deep inside of her. My mouth falling open as I panted.

I continued to play with her clit as I needed her to cum. "Come on baby girl. Cum for Daddy. Need to feel you cum around my cock baby." I ordered as I went back to thrusting. I was still hard. This happens to me sometimes.

"Come on baby. If you cum I'll let you sleep on me, buried inside you all night long."

That seemed to do it. Just the thought of me being buried inside her for the rest of the night had her crying out my name, her pussy spasming around my cock as she came.

YN's body was still trembling as I wrapped my arms around her and flipped us around. She is now laying on top of me, with me still buried inside her.

I put my hand on the back of her head and pushed it against my chest gently. "Go to sleep baby. I will protect you."

The two of us fell asleep with me still buried in her warm pussy, and her not having another bad dream.

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MASTERLIST!

Wrestling Fics

Marty Scurll - Moving On

Minoru Suzuki - Surprised

Minoru Suzuki and Midnight Walks (would include)

Minoru Suzuki and Pregnancy (would include)

Bushi and Spa Days (would include)

Tama Tonga - Sleepover

Tetsuya Naito - “Don’t Cry”

Hiromu Takahashi - “Stop Interrupting Me”

Minoru Suzuki - “Do you think I’m scared of a woman?”

Hiromu Takahashi - “Stop being such a baby”

South Pacific Power Trip and Valet (would include)

Nick Jackson - “It’s not what it looks like”

EVIL - “Who hurt you?”

Minoru Suzuki and Dating (would include)

Taichi - “I Could So Kill You right Now!”

Hiromu Takahashi - “Why are you naked?”

Tetsuya Naito - “Are you going to talk to me?”

Matt Jackson - “I’m Tired of Being Your Secret”

Chuck Taylor and Dating (would include)

Minoru Suzuki - Whine (smut)

Matt Jackson - More than One Surprise?

Kota Ibushi - Drabble

Adam Page - Drabble

Jay Briscoe - Drabble

Zack Sabre Jr - Drabble

The Adventures of Hiromu Takahashi and The Cats - Part 1

Kazuchika Okada and You Having a Bad Day (would include)

Kazuchika Okada - Unlovable

Adam Page - Unburdened

Sanada and Evil - Drabbles

Evil - Drabble

Hiromu Takahashi - Hope

Minoru Suzuki and Tetsuya Naito - Pain

Jimmy Havoc - Broken Glass

Marty Scurll - Running

Tetsuya Naito - Tailspin

Kenny Omega - A Little Slice of Hell

Jimmy Havoc - Blood Thirst  Interlude

Kazuchika Okada - In The Wrong

El Desperado (Kyosuke Mikami) and Minoru Suzuki - Busy Night

Nick Jackson - You Won

Minoru Suzuki (With Zack Sabre jr and El Desperado) - Home Safe

Home Safe Alternate Ending

Bushi and El Desperado - Masked Mischief 

Naughty Hearts Are Fickle 

Chuck Taylor - Naughty

Trent Baretta - Affairs of The Heart (sequel to Naughty)

Chuck Taylor - Painful Heart (sequel to Affairs of The Heart)

Chuck Taylor - Revenge Sometimes Hurts (sequel to Painful Heart)

[houndofjustice-imagines]

Fake Snap Summary -  Camping with Jay Briscoe @heathslaters

Fake texts and Snaps are Open so if you would like one please feel to send them in and we’ll get them done for you ~Kayys 

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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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[eyesoflilin]

Tumblr insists every day that I want to read Jay Briscoe self insert fanfiction and it’s troubling to say the least

[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

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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”.

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

Hi darling 💕 Ugh, yes! 🤤

Gif: My dear friend Google

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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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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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“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”

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No One Else (Part 1)

Eddie Kingston x f/Reader

Just like all my other stories, this has not been proofread, but please enjoy.

Warnings: Some swearing. Jealous Eddie.

Gifs & photos do not belong to me.

Story idea & request by @ecarroll1978

Main Masterlist ♡ AEW Masterlist ♡ Eddie Kingston Masterlist ♡ No One Else Masterlist

Summary: f/Reader & Eddie have been dating for awhile now but Eddie doesn't like how close Jay Briscoe are. They eventually get into a massive fight.

Eddie Kingston's POV:

You know, I wouldn't consider myself the jealous type, at least I don't think I am. I have no reason to be jealous.

YN is mine and I am hers. We have been together for almost three years now and I know she only has eyes for me.

But whenever I see her around Jay, something just eats away at me.

Maybe it is because of their history together. They grew up around each other. They went to the same schools and even lived together at one point.

YN has always told me that Mark and Jay are like brothers to her. How they always looked out for her and had her back.

But whenever Jay looks at YN, I just have this feeling that he wishes he was with her instead of me.

Maybe I am reading too much into it but their friendship just drives me insane. Because of how long their friendship actually is, whenever they are in the same town as one another, they get together and have lunch and just do stuff together.

YN always asks me if I wanted to join them but I never do.

Like today for example, Jay has come for a visit and the two of them have gone out to lunch together.

"Are you sure you don't want to come baby?" YN asked me as I kissed her goodbye.

"You go and have fun. I know you like to catch up with him love." I told her.

"You know you can always come along Eddie. Haven't hung out with you in awhile." Jay said to me.

"Nah, I'm good. You two have fun. YN bring me back a burger." I told them. With one last kiss, I watched as YN got into his rental car and drove off.

So I kept myself busy. I decided to catch up on some TV shows that I have recorded and that YN doesn't like, so this is the perfect time for me to watch them.

But it only took my mind about thirty minutes to come up with what they are doing.

I turned off the TV and walked to our room and grabbed her tablet and opened the 'Find my phone' app she has on there.

I was fighting an inner battle with myself. If I do this, there is no turning back. There is absolutely no way I will ever get her trust back.

But the other thought of her cheating on me is driving me insane, so I did it. It only took a few moments to tell me where she was.

My heart sunk when I realised where the two of them were.

The hotel where he is staying at.

Y/N'S POV:

It was nice hanging out with Jay, but I wish Eddie came with us. He never wants too. He just tells me he wants to stay home and to watch some TV but it still hurt when he didn't want to hang out with us.

"What is going on in that head of yours?" Jay asked me as we ate our lunch.

We went to the hotel where he staying as they have a few restaurants on the main floor.

"Just wish Eddie could of come. He would love it here."

"I know YN. Maybe next time he will come out."

I smiled softly at Jay. He always knew what to say to me.

We spent the rest of the afternoon shopping and I picked up some new shoes for Eddie, knowing he will love them.

We stopped by the hotel restaurant before I went home to get Eddie's burger and onion rings.

I made sure to get two burgers because I know one won't do him.

Jay dropped me off at home and I walked in the front door with a huge smile on my face, knowing I get to come home and spend time with my man.

What I was not expecting was to see a very angry Eddie standing there with his arms crossed.

"Where the hell have you been?"

Part 2

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Opening Requests

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.

 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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