#jeff hardy oneshot

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Neighbors - Jeff Hardy (18+)

Pairing: Young!Jeff Hardy x Female!Reader

Summary: You gets a new neighbor who is bit of an asshole.

Warnings: None really, fluff, mention of death, foul language, Jeff lowkey being a dick.

Word Count: 2,675

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Living alone and being young had its perks; You could leave whenever you pleased, arrive home no matter what hour of the day it was, your money went towards your bills, food, and things for your cat, Snuffles. 

No parents nagging in your ear about curfew or other problems you didn’t care about. You weren’t a trouble maker: Straight A’s, great attendance, a goody two shoes, but you were tired of living under your parents rules and high expectations. 

Once you graduate you went full time at your job and searched for a cheap but nice apartment. Luckily, the one bedroom and one bathroom apartment was in your price range. While meeting up with the landlord to look at the apartment, you took it in a heartbeat.

While living in the small apartment, you decided to get some company. You went to the local animal shelter and asked about adopting a pet. Krystal, the one in charge of the shelter, talked about a stray they’ve had for some time now. “We don’t know how he’ll react to being an indoor cat but we’re going to be forced to euthanize him if he isn’t adopted soon.” She said as the two of you walked into the cat room. Your eyes were immediately drawn to some beautiful orange fur. Attached to the fur were some big green eyes that looked like emerald jewels. Your heart became so warm that it felt like it was going to burst out of your chest. “His name is Snuffles.”

After quickly filling out an adoption application, the shelter contacted you the very next day to bring Snuffles home. Ending the phone call, you quickly grabbed your keys and headed out the door to bring Snuffles home. 

You tried to maintain yourself, not wanting to scare the little guy. You placed his cage in the middle of the living room, opened it and walked away, letting him explore on his own. 

That was nearly a year ago. Snuffles got used to his new environment quicker than you expected. He realized he had a home instead of being cooped up in a small cage and only getting fed once a day. Snuffles quickly became attached to you and he loved to play with you and his toys. 

The neighbors in the apartment complex were nice as well. You visited a single mother that lived below you often. She gave you a plate full of cookies and left overs. Her 5 year old son was cute too, he loved Snuffles. Snuffles paid no mind to the toddler grabbing his tail or tugging at his fur. The old cat understood the child’s intentions. 

There was an elderly couple, The Johnson’s, across the hall from you. They were talking about leaving for a retirement home, which made you upset, but glad that they’d be in a home supervised and they wouldn’t get hurt in their apartment. 

Walking up the first flight of stairs, you frowned as EMT’s rushed past you, heading down stairs. Quickly jogging up to your floor, you saw a police officer by Mr. and Mrs. Johnson’s apartment. “What’s going on?” You asked, approaching the officer. 

“Do you know these people?” His voice was gruff with a stone cold look on his face.

“Well, they’re my neighbors. I’ve known them for almost two years now. What happened?” You asked again, getting worried. Your eyes darted to his name tag. D. Knicks. “Please, Officer Knicks.”

Officer Knicks sighed, taking his cap off and running his fingers through his thin dark hair. “Mr. Johnson,” He started, “he suffered a heart attack.” He placed the blue and black hat upon his head again. “I’m sorry, he didn’t make it.“ 

"And Mrs. Johnson, what of her?” You tried to get a look at the Johnson’s apartment, only to see an EMT zipping up a black body bag. Your face instantly becomes white at the sight. 

“She’s with her daughter. Mrs. Johnson is going to live with her for a while." 

You nodded your head in sorrow. "At least she’s okay.” You maneuvered your way past the tall officer, unlocking your apartment, you walked in and were greeted by Snuffles. “Oh Snuffles, Mr. Johnson passed away.” You bent down and patted his head. 

“Meow.” He rubbed his body against your leg as if he was trying to say ‘Don’t worry, everything will be okay.‘ 

“You’re right Snuffles, Mrs. Johnson is with her daughter, she’ll be alright.” You tried to reassure yourself.

Fixing up dinner later that night, You heard a knock at the door. “Coming.” You walked towards the front door, looking through the peephole to see your friend from downstairs, Lexi and her son, Dawson. 

Unlocking both locks, you swung the door open. “Y/N!” Lexi wrapped her arms around you. "I heard what happened to Mr. and Mrs. Johnson.” She released the hug and walked in, Dawson was already in the apartment looking for Snuffles. You sat down on the sofa and Lexi joined you. 

“They were just about to go to a retirement home together.” You explained to her in a sad voice. You don’t want to think too much about it, dying alone must be terrible. It encourages you to go out and start dating, to search for your soul mate. But only being in your early twenties, you brush off the whole dating idea and remind yourself that you’re still young. 

“Sad. Did you hear about their apartment?" 

"No?” You arched my eyebrow.

“Well, Mrs. Johnson has to get her things out before the end of the week because someone is going to be moving in.”

Your eyes widen. “How morbid!” You nearly shouted, the poor woman lost her husband and now the landlord isn’t giving her any time to move out. “Her husband just passed away.” You frowned. 

“At least she has her daughter. I’m sure they’ll figure something out.” Lexi patted your knee in comfort.

“Yeah, I guess so. No matter who moves in across from me, they’ll never be as nice as The Johnson’s." 

"Y/N, calm down. I’m sure whoever moves next door will be nice.” Lexi explained. She stood up from her place and picked up Dawson who whined slightly. “Well, it’s getting late. Somebody has school in the morning and if they don’t get enough sleep, they will be cranky.” Lexi groaned out. “Don’t have kids.” She whispered with a teasing wink.

You scrunch your nose. “No thanks, I’ll stick with my cat." 

"You’ll have kids, Y/N. You just wait.” Lexi headed towards the door, exiting herself out. 

“No, thank you.” You mumbled to yourself. 

The week went on and by the end of it you were exhausted. You ran to the grocery store to buy cat food, food for yourself, and other things that you ran out of. You were almost late for your shifts down at the cafe which made some coworkers upset. Some of your bills were almost overdue but, luckily, you paid them off right at the last second. 

Christmas was coming up and you had no idea what to get your friend Lexi or your family members. The Holidays were drawing near.

Stomping up the steps with your arms full of shopping bags, you tried your best trying to see where you were walking. You heard a door slam shut, you grew worried that someone was in your apartment. “Ooph!” You stumbled backwards, it was like you just walked right into a brick wall.

“Watch where you’re going.” A male voice snarled. 

You made a sour face. “Well, I would if I could.” You snapped back at the man. “But obviously my hands are a bit full." 

"Ever heard of a second trip?” He retorted back.

You turned your body to the side to see who you were dealing with. A young male that was nearly the same age as you or a bit older stood in your way. He wore a fishnet shirt that exposed his muscles and nipples, his hair was dyed different colors and shoulder length. His pants were black and ripped with a couple of chains hanging off of them. You scoffed. “Nice, did the circus come to town?” You snorted.

“No, I’m a professional wrestler.” He gloated, puffing his chest out as if you were supposed to worship him. “Jeff Hardy is the name.” He smirked, as if I should know who he was.

“Right, whatever Jeffy.” You pushed past him and to your apartment. 

“Don’t tell me you’re my neighbor, goody two shoes.” Jeff groaned.

Your blood boiled, this guy was your new neighbor?! You’d rather take back the Johnson’s. “You got a problem with it, then move.” You snapped, fishing your keys out of your pockets.

Jeff smirked, watching you struggle and trying to juggle the grocery bags in your hands trying to get your keys. He could offer to help but he liked to see you suffer already. 

“You could help instead of staring at me.” You stopped trying to fetch your keys. 

“Yeah, I could.” You heard Jeff chuckle. “Have a good one neighbor.” Jeff started to walk down the steps. 

Your arms grew weak, the bags fell to the floor. Foods and gifts poured out of the ripped brown baggies. Groaning you glared down the steps to see that Jeff was already off of this floor and to the next. Ripping your house keys out of your pants you opened up the door to your small apartment. 

You hated your new neighbor, Jeff Hardy. He was obnoxious, loud and apparently, he had lots of friends because he threw parties almost every damn night. You called the cops but since you were the only one who complained. They told you to take it up to your landlord. You grit your teeth and do what they suggested. Taking it to your landlord, he just shrugged his shoulders and explained that Jeff was a paying tenant.

You couldn’t catch a break. You were losing sleep, getting headaches on the regular. You confronted Jeff about the loud noises, he promised to keep it down but he was just louder the next night, you didn’t think that was possible. 

“Dude, you look terrible.” Lexi said, smirking as she sipped her soda. 

“Don’t remind me.” You grumbled, drinking your beverage. 

Dawson chased Snuffles around the apartment, the cat meowed while the toddler giggled away. “Can you seriously not hear anything from underneath him?” You asked, eyes droopy. You thought you were gonna fall asleep in the middle of a sentence. 

“Not a thing.” She chuckled into her cup. “You should take a vacation, get out of town for a while.”

“I guess that sounds fun.” You murmured. Your attention went to Snuffles running underneath the coffee table. “But who would take care of Snuffles?” You looked over at Lexi, wondering if she’d do it.

“Nuh- Huh, I have a child to take care of. That’s already a handful. I have a friend, a guy friend.” She wiggled her eyebrows. “Maybe I can hook you two up when you get back. His name is Randy." 

You bit your lip, looking down at the hard wooden floor. You heard stories about Randy, you were scared he’d hurt Snuffles or throw a party in your apartment. Sighing out you scratched the back of your head. "I don’t know.” You sounded reluctant to have this man come to your apartment.

“I say yes, you’re going out of town for the weekend.” Lexi already had her phone pulled out, texting away to Randy.

It looked like you didn’t have a choice. “I do have the weekend off..” You trailed off into thought. What’s the worst that could happen? 

The weekend felt more like a week. You visited your parents a few towns over and all you did was text Randy. Not in a flirtatious way but questions about Snuffles. How was he? Was he eating? Can you send pictures? You knew you were annoying the man but you didn’t care nor did you have any interest in dating him. 

Walking up the stairs to your apartment, you faced your door. About to place the key into the socket, you stopped and listened. It was quiet. That was new. You turned your head behind you, looking at your neighbors, Jeff Hardy’s door. There wasn’t a peep coming from behind the wood. Raising your eyebrows, you grew curious but that left your mind as quick as it came. 

Twisting the key you pushed open the front door. “Hey Randy.” You greeted the man who was sprawled out on your leather sofa. You placed your bags in your room and looked around your apartment, there was no sign of Snuffles. You looked at his cat bowls, both the water and food were empty. 

His litter box was scooped clean and toys not even touched. Rushing back into the living room Randy still was in the same position. “Where the hell is Snuffles?”

“Who?” He asked groggily.

“My Cat!” You shouted, the man flinched, getting up and stretching.

“About that, he escaped." 

Your heart sank. "Escaped?” You whispered, almost in tears. 

“Yeah, bolted right out of the apartment the day you left.” Randy stalked towards you.

“That’s why you never messaged me back.” You looked up at the olive skinned man with the green eyes. 

“So, should I get my reward now or later?” He licked his lips, eyes shined with want. 

You didn’t believe what he said. You raised your hand, slapping his face as hard as you could. Randy stumbled back, shocked. “What the fuck!?” He shouted.

You approached Randy, grabbing him by the shirt and shoving him towards the door. “Get out!” You screamed. You kicked your foot at him, hitting his ass. 

“I’m leaving!” He hollered, Randy fell onto all fours when you kicked his ass “Crazy bitch!” Randy stumbled to get onto his feet and rushed to the stairs. 

Slamming your door shut, you covered your face, crying. Tears started streaming down your cheeks. You blame yourself for not getting Snuffles microchipped just in case something like this would happen. 

Three loud knocks came from the door. “I swear Randy, if that’s you." 

"It’s not, it’s me.” A voice with southern drawl said through the door. 

The door seemed like miles away, grabbing the handle you swung it open, the hinges creaked. “What do you-”

“This belong to you?” Jeff teased, holding out a big orange tabby cat. 

“Meow.” Snuffles purred.

“Snuffles!” I exclaimed, grabbing him out of Jeff’s arms. “What- How did you?” You looked at Jeff with sparkling eyes. 

“Well, that boyfriend of yours threw him out. I guess Snuffles here kept bothering him, then scratched him and Randy kicked him out of your apartment. Snuffles kept meowing, wanting back in but that douche wasn’t going to let him in so I scooped him up and let him stay here for the weekend.” Jeff smiled. 

“What about food or cat litter?" 

"I got a small bag of food and a litter box with some litter.” Jeff petted Snuffles head.

“Wh- Why?” You asked, “Why would you do it?" 

Jeff looked down, his eyes shining in the light. "Well, to be honest I know I was a big dick when we first met.” He sighed. “I just wanted to make it up to you." 

"By saving my cat.” You smiled. 

“What, you want me to bake you a fruitcake?" 

"Tis’ the season.” You teased.

Jeff rolled his eyes letting out a low chuckle. “If you say so." 

Snuffles jumped out of your arms and rushed over to the toys, pawing at them. 

"Well, I have pizza rolls in my freezer. It’s not a perfect dinner but I’d love to make you dinner sometime?" 

Jeff let out a hearty laugh. "Pizza rolls sound amazing right now.” He smiled down at you. “You got netflix?" 

"Of course I do." 

Jeff walked into the apartment, shutting the door behind him. 

"So, you say you’re a wrestler. Care to show me some moves?” You giggled.

Jeff Hardy's Masterlist

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I Should've Listened (Oneshot)

Pairing(s): Damian Priest/Fem. Reader

Summary: Damian and reader are both wrestlers. Reader makes an unwise decision in the ring during SummerSlam despite Damian and others warning not to, causing her to get injured.

Tags: tooth-rotting fluff, a smidge of angst, established relationship, arm injury, mild concussion, protective and concerned!Damian.

Word Count: 896

Tonight, was SummerSlam. My very first PPV as the newest member of LWO, actually!

…But I ended the night with a sprained arm and a mild concussion due to my bright idea of pulling a Jeff Hardy and doing a swanton from the tippy top of one of the structures in the arena, straight onto my boyfriend, Damian.

He didn’t wanna do it. He had advised me not to even think about doing something so insane when I had only practiced a few times. Jeff himself, despite his thirst for the extreme, told me that I should keep practicing and leave it for an occasion further down the line. But I swore that I was ready. And partly, I wanted to rub it in their faces, despite the fact that I had my own concerns in the back of my mind. I wanted to prove that I was ready. I wanted to prove that I was badass.

So fucking stupid…

So, here I was in my locker room, sobbing silently after receiving the verdict on my injuries.

“Dam- “I called out weakly the moment Damian walked into my locker room once the medics left.

I didn’t even want him in the room while the medics looked me over, not wanting to see ‘I told you so’ oozing from his pores, regardless of how much he begged the officials to let him in. But now as he walked in, all I wanted to do was bury my face in his comforting chest and apologize for thinking I was some type of superwoman.

I realized that I shouldn’t have caught him by surprise with a move like that. I should’ve at least doubled down and told him I was going to do it anyway, cuz then at least I wouldn’t be nursing these injuries right now. My thought process was that I didn’t want to be at odds with him. I didn’t wanna worry him before a match.

 So much for that now…

Now I was as pissed at myself as he seemed to be with me.

“What did the medics say?” Damian interrupted me in a clipped tone. I chewed on my bottom lip, watching his detached demeanor with sad eyes. I was a little bit taken aback by his red-rimmed eyes, though.

“Are you okay?” I asked softly and he let out a incredulous scoff that made me resume my lip-chewing. Damian was barely hanging on by a thread, I could tell.

I was scared of him, I knew that despite his hot temper, he’d never hurt or disrespect me. But that didn’t mean I wanted said hot temper to be directed at me- even if I did feel I deserved to get my head chewed out for doing something so stupid.

“Que si ‘I’m okay?!’ No. No, I’m not okay. Babe, I just watched you drop at least 20 ft from the air right onto me. I can see that your arm is busted, you definitely have a concussion. Te dije que esto iba a pasar! Te lo dije, y no me hiciste’ caso-“Damian began to rant until he noticed my eyes getting teary. Then, he brought me closer to him, wrapping his arms around my waist and he was careful with my injured arm.

I closed my eyes as he kissed the top of my head as if he were kissing a delicate rose. I sighed deeply, letting some tears fall, his shirt catching them as they fell from my eyes.

“I’m sorry, muñeca. You just… you scared the shit outta me. For a while you weren’t moving and I thought-“ I felt Damian shake his head as if to will those negative thoughts away and I held onto him tighter and he did the same to me.

“I’m sorry,” I said as I sniffled. “You and Jeff have been doing this much longer than I have and I should’ve listened. I know that now… I guess I felt I had something to prove. To you. To myself. It was a dumb move… they said my arm’s sprained at worst. And I have a mild concussion... And I’m sorry for not letting you in here. I know you were worried.” I whispered as I finally looked him in the eye, and I rested the hand on my uninjured arm on his broad chest. His heart was beating a mile a minute and it only made my tears flow even more freely now.

“I’m… As much as I hate that you’re hurt, I’m glad that that’s all it is. It could’ve been much, much worse. Don’t you ever pull that shit on me again. At least let me be there for you when you’re hurt. Okay?” Damian said as he kissed my forehead affectionately.

I nodded.

“Te amo, mi Dami.” I said simply, smiling softly as he whispered the same sentiment back to me and we drove to our hotel room.

“Does this mean I get to call you Nurse Priest while you nurse me back to health?” I said, cackling as he shook his head fondly, laughing as well despite not wanting to give me the satisfaction over such a corny joke. The concussion and pain meds might’ve been getting to me a bit.

“You can call me whatever you want, Mamita.” He replied with an amused smirk playing on his lips as he drove…

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wwe/aew - masterlist

nsfw / smut = ***

headcanons

nothing yet

oneshots / drabbles

best friend - jeff hardy

we make a good team - darby allin

see it in your eyes - cm punk

safe and sound - jeff hardy

wrong - jey uso ***

on your side - jey uso

ghosthunting - rhea ripley and dominik mysterio

remember me? - dominik mysterio

series

cold nights - cm punk

one

two

look after you - mjf

one

two

three ***

lowkey - damian priest

one ***

two ***

playlists

jeff hardy playlist

cm punk playlist

mjf playlist

darby allin playlist

jey uso playlist

pov: ghost hunting with rhea and dominik playlist

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Trust Me

Pairing: Jeff Hardy x Fem!Reader

Warnings: Angst, Smut. Cursing, Fingering, Fluff,  Oral, (Reader Receiving), Make Up Sex, Praise, Rough Sex, Soft Sex, and Unprotected Sex. Minors DNI 18+

Word Count: 1,888

Request/Summary: "Uhm can u do an oneshot for " Jeff Hardy x fem reader" which Jeff thought the reader is cheating on him but then the reader explains to him it was wrong... With arguments and smut. I'd really Appreciate it <3"

A/N: Requested by someone on Wattpad. Also, sorry it's very long. Hope You Enjoy!

When your phone dinged at an incoming message, you didn't expect the message to be from your friend of 10 years, Edge.

You haven't seen him in such a long time, so when he asked if you wanted to meet up at a local coffee shop, who were you to say no? But there was only one problem.

The problem was that Jeff and Edge never liked each other. It wasn't no secret that the two didn't like each other and it didn't help that you were best friends with one and dating the other.

You were getting dressed in a casual outfit when Jeff walked in and wrapped his arms around your waist. "Where ya going?" You smiled at the pepper kisses he placed on your neck. "Just to meet a friend, it shouldn't take long." 

You weren't gonna be specific on who you were meeting, knowing it would start something. "Okay, hope you have fun." He gave one last kiss before walking in the living room. You let out a breath of relief and called Edge. "He doesn't know I'm coming to see you. I'm on my way."

Little did you know, Jeff was on the other side,  listening to it all.

-

When you made it to the shop, you looked around for a second before catching the eye of the blonde boy. "Oh my god, Edge! Is that really you?!" Edge smiled, nodding his head. "Yeah, I'm back, baby." You hugged him, missing the feeling of him in your arms. 

You two sat down and began talking. "I have so much to tell you, but I'm a little hungry." You both ordered coffee and catched up on things that’s been happening over the years. 

"How's Christian been?" Edge shrugged his shoulders. "We haven't been in contact as much, but I can tell you he's doing great." You two kept talking about life, almost forgetting about Jeff until Edge mentioned him.

"So how's you and Jeff?" The tone of Edge's voice when saying Jeff's name didn't go unnoticed. "We've been good. I met his parents for the first time last month, so that's been great." Edge nodded his head at your statement. He then reached for something in his pocket. "Well, wanna play cards?" 

A smile rose on your face at his words. "You sure know how to bring back memories!" You and Edge used to play cards backstage at the arena to kill time before a match.

Edge pulled out a notebook to keep score. "Only 10 rounds, I gotta make dinner for Jeff." Edge out his hands up in surrender. "Yes Ma'am." 

-

After about 2 hours, Jeff started getting suspicious. You called someone and said that 'He doesn't know I'm coming.' and that 'I'm on my way.' And then you disappear. 

He checked the tracking app from his phone and saw you were at a coffee shop down the street. He walked all the way down there and was pissed off at the sight. 

You were playing cards with his known enemy, Edge while laughing at some joke he made, but all Jeff could do was watch. Watch HIS girlfriend with another man. 

Jealousy took over his body as he walked back home. He couldn't believe you were going behind his back to see someone like Edge.

Y'all were definitely gonna have a talk about this later.

-

Even though you both agreed till the 10th round, you ended up going to the 26th. You didn't realize until you looked down at the score. "Oh, we've been going at it for a while. Ready to head out?" You answered with a 'Yes', grabbing your stuff and making  your way to his car. 

The drive was short, so it was no surprise that you  made it there quickly. "Alright I'll see you next time you're here." As you were walking up the driveway a gush of heavy wind came by, making your hair go crazy. 

You searched for your keys in your purse, but the door opened revealing Jeff standing there with a cold expression. "Babe, what are you doing out" 

Before you could finish your sentence, he took you over his shoulder, carrying you to the room. "Jeff, babe, put me down!" You wiggled in his hold, but nothing worked. He turned around looking at you with anger. 

"Have fun?" Your face formed in confusion. "Have fun with what?" Jeff laughed, rubbing his beard. "Don't play with me, Y/n. I know all about you and Edge." You looked at him offended. "You think me and Edge are-" 

You stopped yourself from completing the sentence."Y'know what, I'm not even gonna continue this with you." You attempted to walk past him, but Jeff grabbed your arm. "No, we are gonna continue this. How did he feel? Did he fuck you like I do?”

You pushed him back, scoffing. "I did not fuck Edge. He's just a friend." Jeff rolled his eyes. "Yeah, just a friend, but you stay out until 2 in the afternoon and come back with messy hair."

"If you're gonna come after me, come after me right. Don't start these false accusations because you're jealous of me." Once more you tried walking past him, but this time he pinned you to the wall. "You need to watch who you're talking to." 

You tried pushing him back, but he was way stronger than you. "Jeff, we're not about to argue over some stupid shit. I did not fuck Edge, nor do I want to fuck Edge." You finally walked past him, entering the room, taking off your shoes. 

"Just admit it. Admit that you were cheating on me, and maybe I'll give you another chance." You looked at him with disbelief. "Jeff, I already told you that I'm not cheating on you. Why won't you believe me?" Jeff's eyes grew wide as his hands went to his hair. 

"What do you mean, Y/n?! You go behind my back, talking to someone you know I don't like, stay out with him until 2 in the afternoon, and then you come back with messy hair. What am I supposed to think?!" 

Although he did have a point, it wasn't what it seemed. "Jeff, it's not like that. I didn't tell you because I knew you would act like this. I didn't see the time because we were playing cards, and the wind got my hair messy. It's all just a bunch of coincidences!" 

Jeff wanted to believe you, but he couldn't trust you with all these 'coincidences'. "If you don't tell me the truth right now, I don't think you'll like what's gonna happen next." You let out a breath of annoyance. "No you won't like what's gonna happen next because if you can't trust me, then why are we still together?" 

Silence took over the two of y'all as you asked him that. "Why are you standing here arguing with me if you can't trust me? Just break up with me!" Your voice cracked at your last sentence, making Jeff's facial expressions soften. You grabbed some clothes and locked yourself in the bathroom. 

Jeff felt like a total asshole now. He walked over to the door, sitting on the ground. "Babe, I'm sorry. I-" He didn't know how to explain his thoughts. He already expressed it during the argument. 

"I trust you, it's just I don't trust him. I feel like he's trying to take you away from me and I got scared. I love you so much, just please don't leave me." 

Hearing his pleading made you feel slightly bad, but at the same time you didn't want to give in so easily. "Y/n, come out. Please." You opened the door and was met with Jeff, clinging to you. "I'm sorry, please forgive me." 

You rubbed your hand through his hair. "It's okay, I understand." You tried ending it there, but Jeff had other plans. "No, I need to show you how sorry I am." You were about to ask him what he meant until he picked you up and put you on the bed. 

He got on top of you, placing gentle kisses to your lips. His hands went down to your shorts and panties, pulling them down. As he slithered down your body, he kissed every place he could. "Gonna make you feel good, baby." 

Your hands went to his hair, guiding him to your wet core. He licked a small strip up and lips, humming at the sweet taste. "No teasing, please." He chuckled at your neediness, but complied, wrapping his lips around your clit. You grind your hips against his face as he lapped at your folds, moaning at the taste, but also giving you more pleasure from the vibrations.

Jeff showed much love to you as he ate you out. He tried taking his time with you, but you wanted more. "More, Jeff, I need more." Jeff pushed two fingers in, hitting your sweet spot. "Shit!" Your back arched off the bed, making Jeff pin your hips down.

He continued licking at your clit while fingering you fast. You were squirming all around, trying to run from him from all the pleasure he was giving you. Your hands were fisting the sheets as you felt your high coming near. 

Jeff stopped quickly, earning a whine from you. "Wanna make you cum on my cock." He took his pants and boxers off, pumping himself. You couldn't take it anymore after being cut off your high. 

You pulled him to you, forcing himself in you with a groan. "S-shit, Y/n. Such a needy thing, aren't you?" He stopped teasing when your thighs wrapped around his waist, trying to push him deeper. He gave slow small thrusts, not wanting to go too fast. 

You were getting annoyed and feeling so close. “C’mon Jeff, fuck me.” You moved your body, attempting to match his thrusts, but Jeff only slowed down. “If you don’t fuck me, I’m just gonna call Edge.” 

Jeff didn’t know what that sentence did to him, but next thing he knew, he flipped you over, planted his feet on the bed, and began thrusting up into you at a harsh pace. 

Your cries bounced off the walls of your home was sure to cause a noise complaint, but you could care less. He leaned up and sucked on your neck, so hard that you let out a broken cry. He made sure to leave a dark hickey, so everyone could see. 

Skin clapping and your screams were heard around the room as your high came back again. “J-Jeff, slow-” You couldn’t finish your sentence because of the way he was making you feel. “You gonna cum?” You nodded your head not trusting your voice. “Cum for me then.” 

His hand backed up his words, rubbing at your clit. Your vision turned white as you cummed, not hearing anything, but mumbled praises from Jeff. “Good girl, let it all out.” Your body went limp as Jeff’s thrusts slowed. 

You didn’t even know that he came until you felt his cum dripping out of you. You both laid on top of each other, catching your breaths. “I’m sorry.” Jeff apologized, again. “It’s okay, stop apologizing.” You rubbed patterns in his chest. 

“I just want you to trust me.”

[aritamargarita]

no pressure bby but are u still gonna do those oneshot requests 👀

YES YES I AM. I SWEAR I AM! they are in my drafts im so serious. when i did the poll thingy (the one shots didn’t win ☹️) and im not exactly sure which request i should put up. i want to get to the point where my requests are just always open but it’s a bit difficult and i want to get these out FOR YOUR ENTERTAINMENT!!!!!

anyway, enough of my ranting, here’s a all 8 of them,

jeff hardy x reader (love triangle with trish) THIS ONE IS LITERALLY ALMOST DONE LIKE ITS ON THE EDGE

undertaker x reader (nsfw) i am really struggling writing this to be honest because im not experienced LOL

brian pillman x reader (nefarious backstage shenanigans and trolling people) this one is in the works too

bret hart x reader (beef backstage but then we make out and it’s okay) this one is also on the edge of being done

kevin nash x reader (nash has a crush on reader and reader is painfully oblivious for the most part) i liked this one a lot but it is also still kind of halfway done

shawn michaels x reader (reader is jealous but shawn finds it pretty hot) literally this one is on the edge too

edge x reader (random stuff i decided to do headcanons of heel!edge x possible heel!reader) AND SPEAKING OF EDGE. i got him too

scott hall x reader (i freestyled with this on god, mootie requested this) i was on the dj booth so i did hcs for these too

[itjazzbicch]

Crushing Insecurities

Pairing: Jeff Hardy x Fem Reader

Summary: After seeing Jeff chatting with a fellow coworker, Aliayah, the reader, his girl, becomes very insecure, her fear turning into anger which becomes obvious. Jeff notices and finally finds out what's wrong, letting her know that he loves no other woman but her...

Warnings: SMUT! (18+ ONLY!)

Requested by: @hungmanhorsecarriage (I hope you enjoy it, love!)

Word Count: 1399

Tag List: @demonqueen29 @jessiebean00 @new-zealand-chic  @crowleysqueenofhell @unoficialy-married-to-ace-austin @thatpanpal @hungmanhorsecarriage @irish-newzealand-idian-dutch @linziland13 @xxx-jazz-xxx @writtingrose

I DO NOT OWN THIS GIF

Seeing Jeff with Aliyah never made me feel so insecure in my whole life. There was always this fear in the back of my head that he wouldn't want me anymore and go for a fresh, new hot girl.

I didn't let Jeff see that it bothered me and after a bit, that fear turned into some anger. Backstage, getting ready for a match, I saw her. My eyes couldn't help but look with disgust, sparking that anger.

Jeff just came back for his match, making me jump in my chair when his hand landed on my shoulder:

"You alright, baby girl?" He wondered, noticing the look in my eyes.

"I'm fine," I lied, standing up and kissing him, making sure Aliyah saw,

"I'll be right back as soon as I'm done."

"Alright," He sighed, knowing me too well and knowing that I was lying.

If that wasn't enough, my aggression in the ring proved it. The match was pointless, so I turned it into a squash match, about making my opponent one with the ring mat. Adrenaline made it easy, winning my match in less than ten minutes.

The attitude beaming off of me made everyone back away, getting glares and when I saw Aliyah again, all I thought about was squashing her, untying my boots, and kicking them off in the locker room, it knocking over some stuff.

In the bathroom, water was running, Jeff calling out, "Everything alright out there?"

"Peachy!" I scoffed, shaking off my knee pads.

"Your match wasn't very long," He noted, just for me to snap back:

"Was an easy match."

"Come in here," He demanded; At first, I rolled my eyes, but I listened, walking in to see a wonderful sight.

It boosted my mood a little to see him naked, under the showerhead; his face paint slowly washing off. Those stunning eyes of his still found mine, slicking his hair back when he said:

"Tell me what's wrong, baby."

Biting my lip, I looked away. I didn't plan on budging and that was obvious to him. So, he hit me with the one thing I couldn't resist and that was him. How his eyes went from serious to sexy, wet hair falling down his face, hand sliding down his stomach and finding his cock that was hardening, stroking it softly.

"Take them clothes off and come here," He commanded, "You know that I always know how to make you feel better."

"Why can I never say no to you?" I whispered, stripping out of my gear, water warm just how I liked it.

Jeff went right after me, skin against skin, letting the water run over me for a bit while his hands traveled along my backside, turning me around so I was against the wall, some kisses along my neck when he asked:

"You gonna tell me what's wrong, now?"

"I don't want to think about it," I attempted, hand going for his cock to distract myself, but he stopped me, saying:

"Ah-ah, no. Tell me what's wrong. I hate seeing you like this."

"When I saw you talking to that new girl," I admitted, looking down, "It just made me feel insecure. I'm not hot or anything special and seeing that made me scared."

"You better stop lying,' He scolded, holding my chin, his gaze deep, "You are the woman I love for a reason. A goddess, the most beautiful, amazing woman in this world. There's no need to be scared of anything. I ain't going anywhere, baby."

Jeff did truly, always know how to make me feel better, putting a brighter smile on my face, "I'm grateful that I have a woman like you, right here in front of me. Naked too."

That made me giggle, with that stress off my shoulders, I took the driver seat, turning him so that he was against the wall, smirking, "Well then, let me remind you of another reason why I am your woman."

"Feel free," He smirked, hand already in my hair when I fell to my knees, being kind and fixing the showerhead so that it was only on him, not afraid to make some noise while my mouth closed around his cock, sucking hard and deep throating him from the beginning.

I could taste the pre-cum already, sucking his tip hard and stroking the rest of his shaft while I was catching my breath, just to immediately have his entire cock down my throat again, throat flexing around it when I chuckled at him whispering:

"That's a damn good reason. Damn, baby."

Looking up at him and seeing his reactions to how fast my head could bob up and down, all the water falling down onto his body, wet hair down his face. It made me work harder, till I heard him chuckle:

"Trying to get me to cum and I haven't even got to the best part?"

"Tell me what the best part it is," I smirked, kissing his tip before I stood up.

"You know damn well it's that pussy," He chuckled, smacking my ass with some force, getting me fired up just like it always did.

"What are you waiting for then?" I teased, standing over his cock, rubbing myself against him so he could feel the wetness that wasn't from the water, that alone having my nerves bundle up.

I had my turn and I gladly let Jeff have his, doing one of his favorites and returning the favor from when I threw him into the wall, but had my chest against it, picking up my right leg, knowing the right position to let his cock stretch me wide, a swift thrust filling all the way up to my sweet spot.

"Amazes me how you squeeze me so hard, every time," He whispered in my ear, reaching to turn the knob and heat up the water, lifting up his head to get rid of the rest of his face paint, the water making another spank sting a little, getting another swift thrust.

"With the things you do to me, it's inevitable," I moaned, rocking back a little, "Now, how about a little less talking and a little more fucking?"

Jeff laughed loudly, hitting me with a rough thrust, grunting with a few more, growing faster, "Fuck you like that?"

"Mhmm," I hummed, feeling the steam building up around us, thankful for his support because he had me ready to slip and fall already.

It felt like he added to it a little on purpose, legs shaking uncontrollably when his hand reached around my thigh, finger finding my clit and rubbing it, in tempo with his thrusts, his voice growing deep when he growled in my ear:

"And to think you were scared. No need to be scared. There's only one woman I love and it's you."

"I love you too, Jeff," I moaned, smacking the wall when his tip hit my sweet spot hard, walls clenching tight and he loved the feeling, hitting it a little harder, getting a better stance, and moving faster.

Jeff made my orgasm come running after me if the water wasn't hot enough, more heat trapped in my body. Only he could make me sweat in the shower, moans and babbles coming out without thought.

"Jeff!" I gasped, feeling my orgasm almost there, "Faster, baby. Faster."

"Cuming already?" He chuckled, but listened, holding both of my hips, pulling me down onto his cock to meet his hips.

"Yeahhh," I whined, both hands on the wall, rocking back into him, almost screaming when I felt my stomach hit, tensing up, legs shaking worse than before, so close to being there, "It right there, baby."

"You got it," He cooed, fingers going after my clit again and pushing me further, "Cum, baby. Cum."

With a sharp whine, I began to fall down, but Jeff pulled my hips down and kept them pinned, pushing me up against the wall, panting in my ear while my walls spasmed and slick drenched his cock, being worked up from earlier making his cock throb hard, orgasm more intense when his clashed with mine.

"You have always listened well," He chuckled, kissing me softly, having a languid thrust, "Won't even let me go."

"You saying that like it's a bad thing?" I joked, smiling more when he kissed:

"Never a bad thing."

[komotionlessqueenmm]

Imagine # 720

Gif NOT mine.

If this gif is yours please let me know, so I can give you credit.

Gif credit goes to - @meenynero

Year posted 2020

[underatedcharactersunite]

Dear Santa Claus

Summary; Jeff helps your Son/Daughter write their letter to Santa. 

Dear Santa, 

I am writing to tell you how good I have been this year. I've done all of my homework and behaved as much as possible.

The first thing I would like for Christmas is Lego because I like to build things. Anything would do. I also would like a bike, so I can learn how to ride without stabilisers.

Also, I would like a John Cena doll, and a Roman Reigns one too. Also can I please have some new merchandise, but not Daddy's. I already have loads of that.

Thank you Santa, 

Merry Christmas, 

Love 

Your Son/ Daughter’s name. 

[wwekayfabequeen]

Made of Glass - Jeff Hardy OneShot (SMUT)

Jeff Hardy Oneshot as requested by xxghostnappaxx !

Disclaimer: I write all my stories in a kayfabe fashion where the superstars are true to their TV personalities unless requested otherwise.  

Warning: This story contains mature content (smutty af), adult language, unprotected sex, etc.

Background: OC (Y/N) is a female wrestler who has been good friends with Jeff Hardy for a couple years. They became close and began traveling together. While on the road one night they get into a fight about dangerous moves in the ring.  

--- This is the first time I’m publically posting smut, I’ve written a LOT of it but never posted before. I hope you enjoy! Also, I have two different Jeff Hardy stories started that I’ve been writing for a while. Anyone interested in me posting them? ---

“Do you have any idea how stupid that is?” Jeff asked, his words harsh.  

“I’m not made of glass, you know,” I retorted. I had thought that Jeff would have been more supportive when I asked him for advice about some high-risk moves that I was thinking of doing for my upcoming title match against Bayley. “I mean, what the hell? You do stupid shit all the time!”

“That’s not the point, (Y/N). I have the experience, I know what I’m doing,” Jeff shouted, staring straight out of the windshield. His anger emanated off of him. “You don’t know what the fuck you’re doing half the time anyway.”

“Ouch,” I scoffed. I crossed my arms and looked out the window. The last 30 minutes of the drive was spent in silence. When Jeff pulled the car into the hotel, I immediately grabbed my bags and headed to the lobby to check-in, not bothering to say anything more.  

I was beyond frustrated. It was late, I was tired, and all I wanted was to be alone. After checking in, I went up to my room, settled in, and started the water for a hot shower. The way the water kissed my skin calmed me down, the steam clearing my head. After the water began to lose its heat I stepped out and wrapped myself in a towel, taking another towel to scrunch some of the water out of my hair so it could air dry.  

I stepped out of the bathroom when I heard a knock at the door to my room. I sighed, seeing Jeff through the peephole. I put a hand on my hip, opening the door.  “What now, Jeff?”

Instead of words, I was met with his lips crashing onto mine. I gasped in total surprise.

“I should have done that a long time ago,” Jeff said breaking away. His strong hands held me by the shoulders. “The reason I don't want you to do those dangerous moves is that I love you.”  

I immediately reached for him, kissing him again. I had the same feelings but never expected he felt the same way. His hands found my waist and began pushing me back towards the bed.  

Breaking the kiss again, he rested his forehead on mine, his eyes closed. “Are you sure you want to do this?”  

“Yes, I love you too Hardy,” I said, sliding my towel off.

He kissed me again, passionately, before gently pushing me back on the bed and taking off his shirt. In a second, he was on top of me, smothering my neck in kisses. I moaned, reaching for his belt buckle to undo it. Quickly he helped me remove his tight jeans and boxers, tossing them aside.  

“God, you’re beautiful,” he said with a smile, taking a moment to admire my naked form. I blushed, at his comment. He leaned down, this time kissing me softly. I wrapped my arms around his back, my fingers gripping him tightly. Spreading my legs with his knees, he took two fingers and began playing with my clit while his tongue explored my mouth. I moaned deeply at his touch, digging my fingernails into his back, earning a moan from him. My heart raced as I felt his cock slowly enter me, earning a sharp gasp as I adjusted to his size.

He began to thrust at a steady pace while we moaned together. “Fuck, sweetheart, you are so tight.”

“And you’re huge,” I whispered back through my moaning. “Fuck me hard.”

Jeff grinned at this, quickening his pace. His thrusts were deeper. Running my fingers from his back into his hair, I grabbed him, kissing him hard and biting his lip. Before long, he broke the kiss and flipped me over onto my stomach, without warning his length slammed into me, earning a scream. He used one hand to grip my hair. As I arched my back, his thrusts slammed against me. Reaching his other hand around my hips, his fingers found my clit again. My hips buckled as he found my sweet spot. As his fingers played with me, I felt an orgasm hit me. My walls clenching around him, making him let out a loud moan.  

“Fuck, baby,” Jeff said through gritted teeth. With a couple more thrusts, he let out a loud groan as he came inside of me. The warm sensation filling me. We both collapsed onto the bed as he pulled me close.

“Holy shit,” I said, breathlessly. “That was, wow.”

Jeff let out a small laugh, with a smile. He kissed me on the forehead. “I really do love you, (Y/N).”

“I love you too, Jeff,” I said, nuzzling into him.  

[dirtywrestling]

Jeff Hardy - Masterlist

💦 = Smut, 💖= Fluff, 🌩 = Angst, 🚫 = No Warnings

Series:

None

One Shots:

Neighbors -💖/🚫

Summary: You get a new neighbor who's bit of an asshole. (Fluff, No Warnings)

Tag Team Lovers -💖/🚫

Summary: Jeff Hardy is Nicole’s tag team partner and after being beaten on by the Wyatt Family, Jeff is worried that Nicole is hurt. (Commission, Fluff, No Warnings)

[unoficialy-married-to-ace-austin]

How about a Jeff Hardy smut in celebration of his AEW debut? I've had a crush on him since I was 11(all the way back in '08!) so I feel ya😊

Celebration (Jeff Hardy x Reader) 18+ read at your own risk

Summary: You and Jeff decided to have a celebration after his first match in AEW

Taglist: @fiskers7136 @peachmango-kombucha @kcloveswrestling @bellalutionn @xkennyxomegax @tummyyellin

Warnings: daddy kink, breeding kink, age gap, slight breath play, hair pulling, oral(male receiving), slight dom/sub tendencies

An: I combined this request with this one that was requested anonymously

IM ALWAYS DOWN FOR JEFF HARDY Anything and his tag is dead af but especially some smutty goodness (maybe age difference &/or breeding) sorry

“How’d I do?” Jeff mumbled against you lips, his fingers rubbing circles over your hips.

“Amazing.” You whispered back, letting your hand slid under his shirt.

“Do the two of you mind?” Matt asked. He was in the front of the car while you and Jeff had decided to sit in the back together. One of your legs was hooked over his, and neither of you had buckled up. “Acting like two dame teenagers.”

“To be fair, I’m only 25.” You offered, making Jeff chuckle against your neck.

“Ya, well you can wait until we are at the hotel before you try and fuck my brother. This is a rental.” The rest of the ride was quick, and once at the hotel you bid goodbye to Matt before going your separate ways. As soon as you got into your room he had you pinned against the door and his lips on yours.

“You look gorgeous in this, me and Matt should have you come out as out cheerleader.” He said, pulling lightly at your shirt. It was a tight Hardy boyz shirt that showed off your curves.

“I don’t know, you never seem to keep your eyes off me when I do wear it.” You moaned lightly, feeling Jeff kiss down you neck.

“Maybe, but I would enjoy it.” He picked you up by your legs and carried you to the bed.

When he set you down you pulled your shirt off as he did the same. You also pulled your pants off, leaving you in just your underwear. You sat up on your knees and Jeff stood in front of you. “I’ll never get tired of this.” He said, looking you up and down. His hand went to your hair and pulled it back lightly, leaning down to kiss you. It was rough, and your lips and teeth were clashing against each other.

As you made out you brought your hands to the front of his pants, starting to unbutton them. He pulled away and looked down at you. “What are you up to sweetheart?”

“We should be celebrating, right?” You asked, finally getting his pants down. His dick was causing a small tent in his boxers, which you palmed lightly. Jeff quickly caught your hand.

“Babygirl, don’t play with fire.” He warned, letting go of your hand. You pulled his boxers down, his dick standing hard and tall. You leaned forward, sticking your tongue out to kitten lick the tip lightly as you looked up at him. He sucked in a breath as you slowly took his dick into your mouth.

You let your hands rest lightly on his legs as you took as much of him into your mouth as you could. His hand went to your hair as his dick met the back of your throat. “Fuck baby.” He moaned, starting to move his hips slowly. You moaned, causing his hand to tighten in your hair. “Hope your ready,” was the only warning you got before Jeff was fully fucking your mouth.

You looked up at him through your eyelashes, drool running down your chin. “Look so good with my dick down your throat. God, I bet you would be happy if I just came down your throat.” You let out a moan when he said that, but before he could cum he pulled out of your mouth. “But, I want to cum inside of you.”

He pulled out and pushed you so you were laying on the bed and he was hovering over you. His hand went down to rub lightly over your underwear, making you whine softly. “Is my Babygirl this wet just from sucking me off?”

“Only for you daddy.” You whispered, kissing his Adam’s apple. He let out a groan and practically ripped your underwear off and thrust into you roughly. You let out a high pitch moan as your grabbed his shoulders to ground yourself as he thrust into you quickly.

“Fuck, make me feel so fuckin good. Gonna make me paint your insides white.” His thick southern accent coming out as he got closer to his release. You weren’t doing much better, your eyes rolling back at the feeling of his dick hitting the deepest parts of you.

“Please! Want it so bad daddy! Want your cum deep in me,” you begged, making him chuckle.

“You want it? Want to carry my baby? let everyone know exactly who fucks you this good?” His finger went down to rub your clit, pushing you over the edge.

“JEFF!” You moaned as you came, your entire body locking up. Jeff thrust a few times before cumming hard inside of you, the feeling making your eyes roll back. His head rested against yours before he pulled out, and cleaning you up.

Once he was done he laid down with you, pulling you against his chest which you have a quick kiss.

“If you fuck me like that again I’m gonna look worse then you after a ladders match.” You joked.

“Challenge accepted.” He planted a deep kiss on your lips before pulling you closer as he held you.

[bubblegumlefty]

New OneShot Officially Published!

Happy reading, everyone! ❤️

[snarkwriteswrasslin]

FFT: do i look lonely; jeff hardy

Notes:

As previously mentioned... I may have a slight teeny tiny.. itty bitty.. thing.. for Jeff Hardy. And when this came to me on the main from @kyleoreillysknee​ I had to do this idea when it hit. And naturally, I was not about to leave this off my wrestling fanfiction blog uh, duh? 

Summary:

Cheyenne is out at a bar and she’s dealing with a drunken idiot. Enter Jeff who basically tells the guy to gtfo. which of course, leads to Cheyenne and Jeff talking to each other and getting a little cozy.

Pairing:

Jeff Hardy x OFC, Cheyenne

Warnings:

alcohol tw - cos they’re at a bar, rude asshole drunk guy, flirting and fluff.

“You don’t have to sit over here all sullen and moody, Cheyenne.” Lita was by her side, trying to give her the subtlest nudge towards the inside of the bar. Cheyenne didn’t want to step foot inside. Truth be told, she didn’t want to be on the deck of the bar either, but here she was.

… Might as well make the most of it, Lita was nice enough to invite me on her date with Edge… and bearing that thought in mind, Cheyenne plastered on her most polite smile and urged her new friend to go back inside to her boyfriend.

“Edge said he’d call Christian..”

“No. No, no. No. I’m not.. I mean that’s sweet but he’s just not my type?” Cheyenne took a deep breath and nodded to the stage where some pop punk cover band was setting up. “If it’s okay, I think I’d rather stay out here. You know I’m not the biggest fan of heavy crowds and just going in through there to come out here kind of had me skittish..” she gave Lita a pleading look and Lita mulled it over. “Okay, but be careful, kid. Don’t leave your drink unattended. If you do, do not drink it. If you need me or you wanna go or anything.. Text me, please?”

“Lita, I’m not an actual child. I’m not that much younger than you.”

“You’re sheltered though. And given that I practically had to beg your mom to let you sign with the company in the first place…” Lita cringed at the thought of having to deal with Cheyenne’s loving but oh so very overprotective mother if anything were to happen to Cheyenne while she was on the road.

Cheyenne pouted and then sighed and nodded, giving her friend a sheepish smile. “Okay, alright, just go! Tonight is Valentines, you need to be inside there, with your man. Not trying to play mother hen with me.”

Lita eyed her friend and reluctantly, she turned and went inside, leaving Cheyenne to sit there, staring off into the distance. It was better than watching all the happy couples around her.

The band launched into a warm up set and it was all Cheyenne could do not to stand and jump over the half wall surrounding the patio of the bar and just bolt for her life. They weren’t the worst but… They definitely were not the best. She couldn’t believe Lita was putting her ears through all this for Edge, if she were to be perfectly honest.

“To each their own, I guess?” Cheyenne mused to herself as she waved over a drink server and placed an order. While she was busy doing that, she didn’t notice the guy lingering nearby, staring a hole through her practically. Until she turned and gave the guy an awkward wave trying to passively point out that his staring was making her uncomfortable.

He seemed to think that naturally, any interaction on her part meant she was desperate or lonely and it was his duty as a man to come over and talk. Just the thought had her rolling her eyes and bracing herself for not only now having her ears blasted with whatever this band called themselves doing, but having to find the best way to politely get the man sitting near her to leave her alone.

“I was kind of waiting on someone.”

“I can sit here til they get here. Pretty lil thing like you doesn’t need to be alone.”

... and you’re gonna save me from what, exactly? Because you’re literally the exact kind of man I prefer to avoid… the thought came but for once, Cheyenne didn’t say it. She could smell the booze on the guy and she didn’t want to risk it.

Or put him on his ass and get thrown out.

XXX

Jeff wandered the sidewalk aimlessly. It was one of those restless nights for him, so he figured he’d go do some sightseeing, maybe he’d find a bar and have a few drinks.

… maybe you’ll find the bar Edge took Lita and Cheyenne to… maybe you’ll casually bump into her and maybe this time, it won’t be a total failure… the thought took hold and Jeff found himself standing on the sidewalk, jade-colored eyes scanning in front of him and glancing back behind him. It was while he was doing this that he happened to spot her.

Or at least, he hoped it was her.

Was it bad that he was so into Cheyenne that he knew her by the back of her head? Jeff shrugged the thought from his mind. Then he happened to catch a glimpse of the bored expression on her face as delicate fingers drummed impatiently on top of the table. The man next to her was going on and on and on and he could practically feel the tension radiating off of Cheyenne from where he stood on the sidewalk below.

There was only one logical thing to do and Jeff Hardy did it. He scaled the half wall, clearing his throat from behind Cheyenne. Cheyenne jumped a little but turned around, her cheeks heating in a pale pink flush under Jeff’s intent and fond gaze. The corners of his mouth turned upwards in that cocky lopsided smile and Cheyenne bit her lip, fidgeting a little in her chair.

“This seat’s taken.”

“Yeah, if you mean by me, then sweet.” Jeff stood up, shoulders squared, doing everything he could to make himself seem like a threat to this stranger who was apparently making Cheyenne so tense. The guy wasn’t moving and Jeff stepped closer. “Am I not makin myself clear or somethin? I basically just told ya to get lost.”

“Jeff.” Cheyenne coaxed, her fingers curling around his wrist. The man stared him down and chuckled, nodding to Cheyenne. “Hey, if you wanna take a cold lay tonight, go ahead man.”

Jeff gave a quiet growl and shoved at the other man, putting his back against a palm tree. “A hint for the future, jackass.. If a woman looks like she’d rather be lit on fire than talk to ya, maybe just fuck off. And when a guy shows up and they obviously know one another, the polite thing to do is leave. Unless you just particularly enjoy pain.”

Having said his piece, he let the other guy go, sending him to the deck in a heap. Jeff sprawled down in his chair, legs spread, hands interlocked behind his head. “God, do I hate me an asshole.”

Cheyenne gave a soft laugh and took a deep breath.

Now maybe if Edge were offering to text Jeff, Cheyenne found herself thinking, maybe I’d have been interested. She held out her drink to him and he took it, chuckling when he realized there wasn’t even a hint of alcohol, it was literally just Sprite with cherries floating around in it.

Jeff cringed as the lead singer of the band hit a particularly bad high note and he shook his head. “Sounds like a bag full of dyin cats up there.”

“Exactly? I mean for fucks sake… What is this music, even?” Cheyenne laughed as she took her red cup back from Jeff and took a sip of her own, reaching in to pluck a cherry out with her fingers, raising it to her lips. As she chewed the fruit thoughtfully, Jeff watched her. The way the string lights and paper lanterns overhead washed her face in brilliant hues of red and orange and blues and purples. The way the light reflected off of her Doors concert tee shirt. He nodded to the shirt and in lieu of an ice breaker, he remarked casually, “That’s a good band, darlin.”

“Oh god, yes. The best.”

“ I know how to play a couple of their songs. Prefer writin my own though.”

Cheyenne bit her lip and swallowed hard because it was becoming crystal clear that Lita was… absolutely right about her. She had a clearly defined type.

And Jeff Hardy happened to fit that type like a glove. … obviously that’s why I have such a huge thing for him.. the thought came and went and Cheyenne found herself scooting a little closer, staring up at him as he launched into some crazy story about a time he’d done a talent show back in his hometown and his pants fell on stage and then his guitar string broke in the same set.

Jeff realized she was staring and he started to apologize, thinking his rambling was only boring her further, but she shook her head and giggled softly, leaning in a little more, shifting her entire body to face him. “No, no… Don’t stop.”

… if you say you can listen to him all night long… don’t you fucking dare embarrass yourself… and almost as if by default, the second she opened her mouth, the very thing that came out after urging him not to stop was a particularly brazen “ you realize your accent is a panty dropper, right?”

And yes, she automatically put her head down on top of her arms and groaned quietly at her actually saying it aloud. Jeff chuckled to himself and took the opportunity while she had her head down to lean in a little and mutter next to her ear, “See, darlin.. when you say things like that.. Kind of gets me all sorts of curious.”

She gasped as his mouth brushed right against her earlobe and sat up in her chair. “Oh? Well then, what are you curious about, hm?”

Jeff leaned in, that cocky and lopsided grin only growing a little more. “More than you can ever answer for me in one night, darlin.. But, we can start workin on that by getting outta here..” his fingertip rested against her lower lip and he gave a quiet chuckle when it quivered at the touch and she sucked in a sharp breath. “And I can take ya somewhere quiet… We’ll watch the stars. I can even play you a song if you want me to.”

She leaned in even closer. “What are we waiting on, Jeff?”

“Nothin at all, darlin. Anytime you’re ready.” Jeff stood and held out his hand. Cheyenne took hold of it and he pulled her up, scooping her into his arms as they found a back way out of the little bar….

[medusa-says-imagines]

Masterlist

Baron Corbin

   Finding You Series

Part 1

Part 2

Bobby Roode

You’re My Family

Corey Graves

Worried

Dean Ambrose

Reconnect

Jeff Hardy

Dance All Night

Can’t Watch

[windhamsrotunda]

Willow's Peak - A Jeff Hardy Fanfiction

Pairings: Jeff Hardy x Willow (OC)

Summary: It's the month October and Jeff and Willow attend a party, Willow has to deal with her drunk boyfriend who is careless about his drinking problem.

Warnings: Language, Alcohol Use, Angst.

Word Count: 1k+

Requested by: @cheycheyporter .

A/N: This is my first Jeff Hardy fanfic I have ever written, sorry if it sucks but - I tried. 😂

It was the middle of October, Willow and her boyfriend Jeff were at a party.

“Come on, Willow! Come join in on the fun!” Jeff hoisted his glass up in the air as Willow glared at an almost drunk Jeff Hardy. She wasn't a big fan of drinking, besides, she wanted Jeff to stay sober and not get pulled over after the party.

“No thank you,” She stated, turning her back in embarrassment. Jeff snarled, he stumbled over to his girlfriend who wasn't buying any of it.

“Just one sip please.” He begged, holding her arm tight and leaning up against it.

A firm “No.” was said by Willow. She pushed him off of her and  ran out the door, leaving her boyfriend behind the crowd. The purple led lights shone in the crowded room full of strangers, he didn't know where he was at the time due to the fact he was drunk.

 

“WILLOW!” He yelled, falling to his knees and weeping uncontrollably, causing the people to stop and stare over his panic episode.

“Done with you, Jeff.” Willow said to herself, plopping herself down on the grass outside and sat there for a good 10 minutes.

Soonly getting up, Jeff tied his hair into a bun, calmly walking outside still drunk.

“Hey!” He exclaimed, standing outside the slider door, already making a scene.

“What?” Willow growled, standing up from her spot and walking over towards him. She poked his chest with her finger hard, causing him to wince.

“The fuck, Willow?” He growled back at her, pushing her away.

“That was for a reason, because your hard headed ass won't stop drinking for a living,” She snapped, bawling her fists up at a drunk and a  “no idea where I'm at” Jeff. “Let's get home.” She stepped inside where he was barely standing, snatching the keys off the kitchen counter. Dragging a lifeless Hardy to the car, she was in embarrassment of how drunk her boyfriend was.

“Nooooo,” He wailed, eyes barely opening.

“Get in the car. Now.” She forced him into the car as she got in herself and drove off with speed.

“I don't give a damnnnn. I wanna go to the barrrr,” He slurred, feet up on the dashboard and singing to himself.

“Damn it, Jeff!” She swerved to the right side of the road almost crashing into a tree. “Almost gotten us killed!” She yelled, distracted by Jeff's loud and obnoxious singing, then stepping on the brakes to stop the car.

Jeff looked at her with bags under his eyes, smiling half, he pulled her close as Willow struggled to get out of his embrace.

“You stink like fucking alcohol and I don't like it!” She boomed.

Giving him a glare, he laughed at her.

“Stink like alcohol? Who me?” He bursted into laughter, Willow banged her fist on the steering wheel in frustration. Before starting up the car again, she said:

“You're going pass the line of being “sober”.

Jeff looked at her as if she was a lunatic, not believing what she's saying. “Willowww, I love youuuu.” He said, longing it out.

“Uh huh.” Willow rolled her eyes, now  starting up the car to drive to her house.

***AT THE HOUSE***

Extending a hand out to Jeff, he shook his head in defiance. Acting defiant whenever he was drunk was the way in order to make her mad.

She set her bags down across the table, kicking her heels off. Jeff’s eyes scanned her body, he raised an eyebrow.

“Why don't you get that body over here?” He said aloud, rubbing his hands together.

Willow chuckled, she shook her head and headed over to the burgundy couch where she sat down. She replied:

“And why don't you just get rid of your drunk state of mind?”

Cackling at her response, his hazel eyes bore into her's deeply, he softly caressed Willow's cheek.

“Doesn't work that way, my sweet Willow.” Whispers in the wind during the Fall time was always meant to be whispers of sweet nothings. With Jeff Hardy, he was another different type of man who can snap his fingers and make you jump for him, even fall for him instantly.

His long flowing hair was like a sawnton bomb erupting through your ribs, his hand calloused Willow’s to make sure she wasn't going anywhere; Drunk or sober, he did not care about the situation.

Jeff smiled, “Honey, I'm falling for you.” He glanced down at the ground, eyes meeting up at her's again to not break eye contact for long. Butterflies exploded inside the guts of Willow, her curly hair mercilessly fall onto his collarbone whenever she puts her head on his shoulder.

“Enough with the talking for now, Willow. Drunk or not, I don't give a fuck. I can show you the whole world.”

Kissing her delicately on the lips for a minute, he pulled away, smiling.

“I love you a lot, no lie.”

“And I love you more, Jeff.” Willow intertwined her hands with him and her arm  hung onto his shoulder.

The October rain plopped down on the porch, he ran away with Willow outside in the pouring rain, kissing and hugging holding each other in a strong embrace. Jeff's alcohol smell breath disappeared shortly as raindrops fell onto his tongue. They walked for many miles, getting lost in the streets of North Carolina. The two didn't speak upon much, they were filled with happiness and hope left into their relationship.

“Jeff, you promise you're gonna stay sober for me?” Willow's breath brushed up against Jeff’s left cheek. The cold and crisp breeze almost had him shivering down from his head to his toes.

“I promise.” He looked straight into the eyes of his girlfriend, because alcohol wasn't the answer to his problems all the time.

Waking up the next morning, he slung an arm across Willow's chest. With her sound asleep, he removed his arm over her chest and stood up from the bed, feeling so hungover, he groaned.

“Goddamn,” He complained, massaging his forehead as he slipped his shoes on, leaving a note by the nightstand for Willow to find it after she wakes up.

“Willow, I'm going to the airport to go to work, I will be back whenever you need me the most. P.S, sorry about last night and the drunk me.”

~ THE END ~