#spin : pro wrestling

[kachowden]

Imagine reader pulling bunny yan (Jackal) ears to force them out of their room but jokes on the reader bunny yan (Jackal) is into it

Oh this dickhead was really pushing your nerves lately.

You weren’t sure why, but your roommate had become an increasingly bigger brat over the course of the last week or so. Almost immediately beginning after you had been gone for a night with some old college friends.

Dishes weren’t washed, clothes were tossed half assedly in the corner. He was stomping his foot every time you’d talk to him, and it had even gotten to the point where you’ve been exiled from your own bedroom!

And you had been sleeping in jackals room, till the asshole barricaded that door too!

So now, with a sore neck and stuff back, you’re having to march your way to your bedroom door and drag his cotton ass out for a civilized conversation.

“Jackal get out of-“

“No.”

Deep breaths. Deep breathes. The feeling of nails digging into the soft skin of your palm just barely kept you grounded.

“Jackal. Will you please-“

“No.”

“I’m gonna kick your fucking ass!”

Staying calm was not your strong suit. At least not with the six foot rabbit hybrid on the other side of the door.

“As if you could.”

This motherfucker

You almost wanted to laugh at the way he screeched when you kicked your own door down.

“Holy shit what the fuck are you?! the hulk?!”

Your lips pulled back in a mean taunting snarl, as you rolled up the sleeves of your shirt. Dark eyes following the exposing movement of your forearms, a button nose twitching just slightly.

Jackals dark black ears were perked in defense, and his stance made it clear he was ready to bolt any second.

So, with the practice of having chased down the hybrid before, you launched forward, letting out a mocking battle cry as your arms wrapped snuggly around his midsection and propelled him against the wall.

He let out a pained grunt, fingers twisting into the back of your shirt to tug you off but your pro-wrestling marathons did not leave you floundering. With your firm grip, you lifted the muscle bunny as much as possible before slamming him on the ground as your cushion.

Hands grabbed at fabric and skin, teeth barred from both party’s as you two wrestled across the floor of your bedroom.

“Calm the fuck down!”

“Me?! You broke down a fucking door and sumo’d me to the floor!”

Your fingers brushed past dark curls, before sliding against the cool interior of his twitching bunny ears.

And you tugged hard.

Though admittedly, the noise you heard was not what you expected in the slightest.

A high pitched moan, followed by bucking hips startled you enough to lose your grip for a moment. Foolishly. Large hands gripped your waist and pulled you flush against a heaving chest, before the world spinned and suddenly you were on your back again.

You could only stare with wide eyes at the panting bunny above you, who’s dark eyes had dropped almost tiredly, but glistened with a shine you weren’t sure you wanted to name.

His tongue darted across his full lips, as he stared down at you, and you shivered as his fingers rubbed circles against your hips.

Hot breaths fanned across your cheek as he leaned forward. “that was mean, roomie…”

The sudden shift in tone, both from the man before you and the air itself startled you slightly. Like a switch was flicked faster then you can react.

A hesitant scoff left your lips, though it sounded more wheeze like. “Didn’t sound like you minded…”

The air was so thick, you couldn’t tell if your heavy chest was from jackals body or the tension that bloomed between the two of you.

“Still hurt..” He tutted, nudging his face into the crook of your neck with a low chirp.

“You should make it up to me..”

The audacity of this guy! “Make it up to you??! You’re the one who’s been a dick all week!”

A nip at the skin of your jaw made you sputter for a moment, and your fist raised to smack him upside the head again.

“…”

But instead, you sighed tiredly. You had missed your roommate. He was a cuddly guy by nature (at least that’s what he told you), and you had quietly mourned the loss of warmth that you so often woke up to. Or the arms that circled your waist as you microwaved some leftovers. Or the couch cuddling during movie night.

You even missed the way he’d wait by the door for you to come home from work and smother you against his chest as he checked you over.

So,

You let your previous anger melt away, for now, and let your hand fall against the back of his head gently. Your back arched slightly as warm fingers slid underneath, pulling you nice and close to the big bunny man who stressed you to no end.

“We’ll..talk about your behavior later..I’m too tired.”

“That doesn’t mean you’re off the hook- GET YOUR HANDS OFF MY ASS-“

[damiansgoodgirll]

Hello, I came across your post for Damian Priest requests, and thought I'd drop by and make one.

If it isn't too much trouble, can you do Damian Priest being protective of the reader after they were injured? The reader nicknames him Harbinger of Doom in response to a nickname he calls the reader. Angst/Fluff. (I'm a sucker for a fluffy ending). It doesn't matter which version of Priesty it is. He's awesome through it all lol.

damian priest x reader

i’m so sorry i had no idea of how to use the nickname :(( i hope you like it anyway!

nothing to prove

being the youngest and the last member of the judgment day had its pros a cons. you loved how everyone cared about you, especially a cute guy named damian. you and him bonded immediately and even if it started as a simple and cute friendship, everyone knew that you were in love with him.

and everyone knew that he was in love with you.

you were the official couple in the squad, making the fans going crazy everytime you teased each other on live television.

the constant flirting and stolen kisses were enough for the fans to start calling you “mom and dad” and even if it seemed a little weird at first you ended up loving it.

but despite everyone loving you, you started to hate how they all became protective of you. you didn’t matter damian or rhea - mostly damian - throwing a tantrum everytime you got slightly injured, it was cute how he was protecting you but overtime you got bored and even if you told him that, he never stopped doing so.

one special night turned to be a living nightmare.

you were so happy to have your own match against zoey stark. you two were friends but you knew how she could get everytime she was wrestling. she would be brutal and she wouldn’t care if she played dirty, as long as she gets the win, everything is fine to her.

and that’s what she did.

it wasn’t supposed to go like that, you were supposed to win, it was an easy match but of course she played dirty and she slightly injured your back. but the constant hits on your shoulders and back made it hurt more that you could barely stand. you just wanted the match to end so you rapidly tap out, just to end everything.

you were in too much pain that you didn’t even hear rhea attacking zoey and damian kneeling in front of inside the ring.

“you’re crazy!” you slightly heard rhea yelling “i’m gonna make you pay for this” and you knew she wasn’t kidding. she was your best friend and even if that was all a play, you were injured for rhea and that was something she couldn’t forgive.

“mi amor are you okay? estas bien?” damian asked in a whisper.

your back was killing you and your head was spinning. even the fans realised something was wrong when they saw how you couldn’t even move nor stand.

you only felt damian scooping you up in his arms and taking you to get checked. your head was hurting and when damian laid you on the bed you drifted off. tired and in pain.

when you regain consciousness you watched in the small tv inside the locker room how rhea was attacking zoey and how damian was doing nothing to stop her.

referees were trying to stop her but they couldn’t get her away from zoey. damian was laughing and teasing her in spanish.

you didn’t want that to happen. you knew zoey overstepped but that was your business, not theirs. damian was only protecting you but he was acting crazy and you couldn’t handle it anymore so you violently turned off the tv and threw the remote somewhere in the room.

you waited patiently for their feud to be over so you could talk to damian - no, so you could scream at damian for his childish behaviour.

he definitely didn’t expect to see you awake but what he also didn’t expect was to see your pissed look.

“are you okay hermosa?” he slowly started walking towards the couch you decided to sit on.

“don’t come closer damian…”

“what? are you okay?” he asked a little worried.

“you gotta explain why you went all crazy on zoey…that was none of your business” you said. you were clearly still in pain and having a fight right now wasn’t the greatest idea you ever had but you needed to speak with him.

“why? the way your face looks in pain is the reason i went all crazy on her…” he tried to keep his tone low, as he hated fighting with you.

“i know but that wasn’t your business…i could have handled her”

“oh, could you ?” he said back probably too fast.

that was low, even for him.

“i didn’t mean it like that…” he immediately apologised but if you were pissed before, now you were completely mad.

“you know what? i can handle her and i can handle myself, i have nothing to prove, especially not to you damian so if you think i’m not good enough, you can leave…” you knew you were hurting him but his words already hurt you.

“i get it, you’re mad…you’re mad because i overstepped and i shouldn’t have…but i was here backstage watching you crying in pain and knowing that i couldn’t do anything for you was killing me. it took everything in rhea’s power to hold me back from running to you when she first hit your back, knowing that she shouldn’t have…” he started explaining himself and truth be told, you couldn’t stay mad at him for longer than 10 minutes “…i was scared when i saw you almost paralyzed inside the ring…and everything i told her was because she deserved it, i don’t care if she’s your friend, she shouldn’t have done that, so yeah maybe i’m too protective of you but it’s because i love you and i can’t fucking stand seeing you hurt and in pain” he slowly knelt in front of you, taking your hands into his bigger ones “i know you can handle yourself and you proved it so many times now, but if there’s a way i can protect you from getting hurt, i might get hurt from trying princess…” he whispered, bringing your hands to his lips.

you even forgot why you were mad in the first place “you would really get hurt for me?”

“i would take a hundred of bullets for you, i gotta protect what’s mine…” he slowly teased you.

“so i’m yours…”

“from the moment i saw you in the gym training with rhea” he helped you standing up “now…we’re gonna get you checked one more time and when you’re all clear to go, i’m gonna take you back to the hotel and we’re gonna have a very nice and cozy night in…just me and you” he proposed and you nodded.

happy that someone was there to take care of you, and that the person was damian himself.

[abadbitchblogs]

SOS

Part 1

Pairing: Jey Uso x OC x Damian Priest

Warnings: none

Word Count: 2.6k

a/n: Ya girl is alive y’all! I wanted to revamp this because I felt like y'all deserved more! Thank you to everyone who has supported me and my work. I love y'all!  All likes, comments, reblogs and feedback is greatly appreciated!

-divider by @cafekitsune

Everything felt like it was moving in slow motion as the entire roster hooped and hollered in  celebration of Trin’s return at the Royal Rumble. While shots, champagne and cocktails were being thrown back, all Amirah could do was watch the way her best friend humbly received the love she deserved with tears threatening to spill down her cheeks. It was such a full circle moment for her; comforting Trinity when leaving the company broke her, supporting her decision to join Impact! Wrestling, then experiencing the reception of her homecoming. Watching her fall back into the swing of things like she never left felt so satisfying. Before she could spiral into an emotional breakdown, a large hand waving in her face snapped her out of her thoughts making her scrunch her nose in confusion. “Aye, girl! You good?” Jimmy’s furrowed brows and jutted out bottom lip came into focus, immediately coaxing a laugh out of her. Jimmy was one person that you could count on to lift your spirits without even trying- he was the textbook definition of goofy.

“I'm good, promise!” If he doubted she was telling the truth, the content glimmer in her eyes deterred him from pressing the matter any further. Instead, she looped her arm with his and dragged him back over to their friends where they could enjoy their night out. Plopping down on the sectional next to Trinity, the group of superstars fell into easy conversation catching up with those who are on a different brand as they only see each other during the major PLEs. Somehow the chat turned into the couples pestering the single people; i.e Bayley and Amirah. Bay may have fought to defend herself, but she just found their concern amusing. “Listen. I don't treat being single like a punishment. I love being by myself. I aint gotta worry about nobody cheating on me, nobody resenting me for my career or trying to police my body.” No lies were detected as they all had no choice but to agree. Relationships in their business were hard whether you were with a fellow pro wrestler or a regular person. “Besides, the chances of finding real love like y’all are slim as hell!”

“I know that's right!” Bianca gloated; her and Montez’s reality show was doing so well that they were WWE’s IT couple. Mirah playfully chucked a straw at their girlfriend while Trin, Bay, and Jade were too busy laughing at her EST antics surfacing outside of the ring. “ What about you and Damian? I be seeing y’all posted up looking cozy?” The question got a chorus of ‘oooohs’ from the women, but Bayley  made a face of disgust at her friends’ insinuation. “Girl no. We're just good friends. That man doesn't have a committal bone in his body.” Amirah hummed in affirmation having heard the rumors about Damian Priest and his revolving door of women. “I'm honestly surprised that the two of you aren’t close. He's from New York, you're from New York. He's single and you've sworn off relationships. And I know you like them a little older.” The woman’s jaw dropped at Bayley’s insane attempt at matchmaking. “Girl are you trying to set me up with a sneaky link?” That sent all of the women into another uncontrollable fit of laughter. “You do need some dick.” Trin wheezed out, furthering Amirah’s appalled facial expression before she swatted her best friend’s arm. “You know what? I’m out of here.” A laugh bubbled out of her as she stood dramatically from their huddle only to turn and lock eyes with Jey Uso.

There he was hugging his twin with his chocolate orbs boring into her chestnut ones. Spinning on her heel,  she suggested the girls go down to the dance floor for a song or two. “Come on y'all. We can't let this night pass without shaking a lil something.” Clasping Trinity’s hands, she pulled her to her feet then tugged her towards the stairs with a “We’re going downstairs to dance for a little bit, Jim,” thrown over her shoulder. They scurried by without waiting for a response although she knew Jimmy and Montez were going to follow them anyway to keep an eye on the group. One of the things that Amirah and Trinity bonded over was their love of music and dance with both of them being former dancers. As much as Jimmy hated it when Trin showed her ass, he was going to have to suck it up tonight because they were owed some time to let loose. All that is holy must've been on their side because as soon as they made it to the center of the dancefloor, Twerk by the City Girls and Cardi B blared on the speakers. “Come on, Trin! Lemme see something!” It was always fun to get Trin and Bianca to cut up because Trin was going to kill it every time but Bianca had no damn rhythm. The club was playing banger after banger after banger after banger. If they weren't professional athletes, their feet and edges would be shot to hell. Amirah was throwing her ass back on Trinity, both of them cackling at Jade and Bayley trying to show B how to catch the beat when the tempo slowed to a ballad.  Of course it was a song that a nigga always dedicated to her to make her feel special and now it pissed her off.

This is for you, you, my number one This is for you, you, my number one Oh, yeah, yeah-yeah This is for you, you, my number one

Sucking her teeth as Jimmy giddily cut in for a slow dance with his wife, Mirah cut through the crowd to head back to their section for another drink when she bumped into the only person she did not want to see. His grills seemed to glow in the low light of the club but before he could get a word out, she took a sharp left in search of the restroom. A wave of nausea crawled through her body and she needed to gather herself after coming in contact with that parasite. Just when her hand grasped the doorknob of the ladies room for a moment of solitude, a large hand engulfed her other wrist pausing her movements. “Mirah…” She didn’t even need to turn around to know who the trifling ass voice belonged to. Calmly snatching her wrist from his hold, she shifted her weight to one foot with a snarl etched on her gloss coated lips. “I’m sorry. Do we know each other?” Jey’s eyes softened at her faux confusion as he took a step toward her and her, taking a step back to keep space between them. “Mirah, come on. I just wanna talk to you. I wanna explain myself.” His pleading only made the bile in her throat rise, making her face twist in disgust. 

“Nigga, you should’ve thought about talking to me before you just cut me off like I was some random bitch.” Her words dripped with malice in hope of it being enough to get him to leave her alone. “We ain’t got shit to talk about as far as I’m concerned.” Shoulder checking him as she walked by, not even wanting to be in the same building as him, Jey fought the urge to reach out to her again. He knew getting her to talk to him would be near impossible, but he was determined. Amirah was worth taking accountability and uncomfortable conversations. 

Amirah shuffled through the sea of bodies on the dance floor to find her friends and wish them a goodnight. Trinity spotted the agitated look on her best friend’s face immediately even though she tried to plaster a smile over it. “What happened, boo?” Trin’s brows furrowed in worry only to have Mirah wave it off. “Nothing! I’m good. I’m just going to call it night. That liquor ain’t sitting right in my stomach.” The lie came out faster than she could even register, but it wasn’t a total lie. That bastard did indeed make her sick to her stomach. “Oh okay! We’ll go back with you. I wanna make sure you’re okay.” Gesturing for Jimmy to come over to the two of them, Amirah shook her head in protest. “Hell no. You stay and keep celebrating. You deserve it! I’ll be fine! I already called an Uber and I’ll text you when I’m back in my room.” Pulling her bestie into a tight embrace, she gave her a fat kiss on the cheek before moving to hug their group of friends goodbye. Much to her delight, no one questioned her sudden decline of health too much, just the request of a text message to let them know when she got back to the hotel. With a promise that she would text them as soon as she got in, Mirah flew to the exit of the club like a bat out of hell. 

Sucking in a breath of fresh air, the feeling of relief washed over her soothing the queasiness that plagued her. The Florida streets were surprisingly peaceful at night, allowing her to fully collect herself and actually call an Uber so she just wasn’t standing outside of the club like a lame. As she pulled her phone out of her black purse, the club’s doors opened once more flooding the silence with music. A tap on her shoulder made her slap a friendly smile on her face in case it was a fan wanting an autograph or a picture. But, it was neither and her smile morphed into one of shock when she came face to face with Señor Money in the Bank. Damian was dark and broody so she did not expect to see him at a nightclub, but if his reputation precedes him then he was here for a woman- or two. “Señor Money in the Bank. To what do I owe the pleasure?” Wiping the shock off her face, she mirrored his playful and dare she say- flirty smirk. “Well I was by the bar when I saw you rush out so I just wanted to make sure you were okay.” Feigning surprise, Amirah placed a hand over her heart and cooed at his sweet gesture. “Wait until everyone finds out that Señor Playboy is a gentleman.”

Her teasing pulled a chuckle out of him as he cocked a brow in question. “Playboy huh?” “Mhmm I’ve heard about you.” Laughing once more, Damian accepted defeat but pushed for info on his supposed playboy reputation. “So you’ve been asking about me?” Zeroing in on Amirah’s smaller frame with his almost charcoal gaze, it was her turn to laugh. “You wish.”  His smile broadened at her bratty comeback before he very noticeably gave her a once over. “¡Te ves hermosa.” Damian’s eyes met hers again with his gravelly voice scratching her brain deliciously. Maybe Bayley was right; he was fun. “Oh I know.” Mirah shot down his suave Spanish approach smugly, crossing her arms over her chest. “¿Hablas español?” “No, but you pick up a few things when you live in Harlem for a while.” 

Both intrigued and amused by the other superstar’s answer, Damian vowed to get to know her better in any capacity. “You know I was actually heading back to the hotel myself. Why don’t we share a ride? Uber is already on the way.” After contemplating getting in a car with him, Amirah pointed an accusatory finger at him. “If you insist, BUT no funny business.” Raising his hands in mock surrender, he flashed another cheek numbing smile at her. “Promise. Cross my heart and hope to die.” Slapping his chest for his dramatics, she couldn’t help her own snicker which he ate all the way up. 

Their Uber pulled up two minutes later and like the gentleman he was, Damian had helped her climb into the truck before getting in after she was comfortable. “So do you still live in New York?” He pried quietly while they enjoyed their ride back to the hotel. “Sure do.” She replied proudly, watching the palm trees go by as the car rolled on. “Me too. Maybe we could be travel partners.” Humming in thought, she turned to him with a soft smile. “Yeah maybe. I don’t know how often I can be seen with you in public though before people start talking.” He chortled at the woman’s response before giving his own, “Fair enough.” The rest of their car ride was occupied with a game of 21 questions about themselves and their interests outside of wrestling. Coming to a stop outside of the hotel, the pair thanked the driver for his service and Damian exited the car first on the other side to come around and help her out. She could only laugh to herself about him turning on the charm heavily. When they entered the elevator, Mirah noticed that the taller man didn’t press a button for his floor so she shot him a quizzical look. “What kind of gentleman would I be if I didn’t walk you to your door?” 

With a playful eyeroll she muttered a ‘whatever’ and let the space fill with a comfortable silence. At least she’d be able to get up early for a workout and the night turned out… interesting. A ding broke both of them out of their thoughts as they shuffled off the elevator on the 14th floor. Amirah could feel his eyes studying the swing of her hips while she led him to her room. Abruptly stopping at her door, Damian almost crashed into the back of her too focused on how she managed to walk in those killer shoes effortlessly. “This is me.” She stated, leaning against her door curious to see how the night would end. “Well I think my job here is done. You have arrived safely.” “That reminds me.” Before her friends put out an APB for her, she texted in their group chat that she had mad it back to her room. “Thank you for the escort. I appreciate it.” “It was my pleasure and if you don’t mind,” Damian carefully slid her phone into his hand and input his number. “You know in case I can be of service to you again.” Peering at him through squinted eyes she gave him a drawn out nod. “Riiiiiiiiight.” 

Smirking down at her for the last time, he gently took her hand and raised it to his lips for a kiss on her knuckles while gazing into her cocoa colored eyes. “M’lady, I bid you farewell.” And with that, he turned on his heel and disappeared down the hall in long strides. Entering her hotel room and shutting the door behind her, Amirah collapsed against the door like women in romcoms. Girl what the fuck just happened. Taking in another deep breath, she headed to the bathroom for a much needed shower and to wring her damn panties out. Wait until she tells the girls about what just happened. Before she climbed into the shower to wash off the scent of booze, lust and worn leather, she shot the mysterious man a text of what she meant to say before he left her utterly speechless. 

{Princesa: Goodnight 🖤}

{Papi Chulo: Buenas noches hermosa 🖤}

mirrormirah

mirrormirah Your favorite athlete's favorite athlete 🖤

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[solefae]

THE NEW DIVA. jimmy uso

SUMMARY ── jimmy can’t keep his eyes off the new diva

It was 2014 and Monday Night RAW was electric as always in the Allstate Arena near Chicago. Backstage, Zahra was buzzing with nerves in her debut match against AJ Lee later on. As the newest signee to WWE's roster of Divas, she was determined to show all the haters doubting the biracial beauty.

Of course, having the entire locker room behind her certainly helped calm the jitters. Well, almost the entire room - as Zahra stretched in the corner warming up, she couldn't help notice a certain blue chipper Samoan's lingering gaze from across the way.

Jimmy Uso had been in the company for a couple years now tearing it up alongside his brother Jey, and Zahra had admired him from afar since her FCW days. But this was the first time they were really interacting beyond friendly hellos in passing.

Her heart fluttered when he finally sauntered over, checking out her toned physique on display in her tiny wrestling gear unabashedly. "Aye girl you look ready to kill it out there. Mind if I spot ya?" Jimmy offered in that addictive baritone, already leading her over to the weights.

"Appreciate it, could always use an extra set of eyes. Especially from a pro like you," Zahra replied coyly, laying back on the bench to start pumping out reps under his watchful gaze. His large hands guided the bar smoothly, lingering a few extra beats each time she brought it down to brush her ample chest teasingly.

"Damn you strong too, know you gon hold that gold belt one day for sure ma. And definitely got them looks to match, bet all the fellas tryna holla," Jimmy flirted smoothly in return, leaning down to murmur the compliment lowly in her ear. Zahra shivered despite the sweltering heat coursing through her veins, equal parts nerves and want now.

"Maybe. But only got eyes for one man out here if he's interested too," she shot back playfully once he helped sit her up, unable to resist brushing her fingers along his bulging arm tantalizingly. The look Jimmy gave her in return had Zahra practically melting like putty in his strong hands already.

"Guess we'll have to continue this conversation after your match shawty. Break a leg out there - I'll be watchin extra close," he promised darkly, punctuating the offer with a lingering kiss to the back of her hand that had her head spinning the rest of prep. This match was about to be way more fun than anticipated now.

Sure enough, Zahra felt Jimmy's intense gaze burning into her the entire time in the ring against AJ. She flew around that canvas like the veteran she was training to be, putting on a clinic and thrillng the packed stadium. When she locked AJ into thesubmission for the clean pin, the roar was deafening as confetti rained down celebrating the new princess of WWE officially.

After a crushing hug from all her girls backstage in congratulations, Zahra began searching the crowded hallway eagerly for Jimmy, needing that follow up chat more than ever buzzing off her high. Spotting his towering frame leaned casually outside the showers, she sauntered over confidently, heart bursting.

"So you liked what you saw out there big boy?" Zahra purred brazenly, fisting her tiny hands in his open shirt to drag him into the empty locker room teasingly. Jimmy couldn't resist cupping her supple cheeks, eyes already lidded and dark like a starving man shown an endless buffet.

"Goddamn ma you know you take my breath away. Can't stop thinkin bout gettin my hands all over that sexy lil body," he groaned hungrily, backing her into the locker to hike her leg high around his muscular hips. Zahra whimpered helplessly feeling his thick manhood straining against her throbbing core through their thin barriers, lips locking desperately.

"Then take me already daddy, been wanting you forever," she urged breathlessly, tugging his jersey over his head eagerly. Their clothing disappeared in a flurry, lips and tongues mapping out every new inch of glistening skin fervently. Jimmy lifted her with ease, sinking home between her folds in one smooth glide that had them both crying out at the sensation.

"You feel so damn good n tight on this dick, fuck!" he grunted already, setting a blissful punishing pace in and out of her quivering heat. Zahra could only sob and beg shamelessly for more, hands clawing down his sculpted back as her first orgasm approached fast and mercilessly under his skilled ministrations.

Jimmy was determined to test her stamina after that electrifying showing, pounding into her greedy pussy relentlessly against the metallic lockers. Zahra came again and again, gushing around his thick member each time with increasing intensity until Jimmy finally spilled deep inside her with an animalistic growl of completion.

Collapsing in a sweaty euphoric tangle afterwards, neither could find it in themselves to regret giving into temptation so thoroughly. "Damn ma was worth the wait," Jimmy eventually mumbled against her hair softly, pressing sweet kisses along her heaving collarbones adoringly.

Zahra only smiled dreamily, tracing the lines of his handsome face tenderly as her heart swelled bursting with joy and belonging. "This is just the beginning for us. Who knows what we'll accomplish together," she whispered back confidently, knowing in her soul their story had only just begun unfolding...

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[flippinpancakes64]

Emmett with s/o who is a VERY good fighter

Emmett with a VERY skilled fighter

Thank you so much for being patient! This request was the last one in my inbox before I just reopened my requests. Sorry it took me so long lol I hope you enjoy this!

Ok so there are two ways to go about this in my mind

The first scenario is that you are a professional fighter

Like maybe a boxer, WWE, wrestler, or something else along those lines

In that case, I feel like Emmett would literally be ITCHING to fight you

I mean literally one the first things he did with Bella was have an arm wrestling contest

Maybe that's even how you guys met

He is not intimidated or emasculated by you being a fighter at all

Now if you're a better fighter than him?

His ego is bruised hardcore

He will challenge you to rematch after rematch until he eventually wins

Even if it has to be at something else

Like if he wins in like a rowing competition or something he will be so smug

The other way to go about this is if it's a total surprise

Like if you're just a regular person (or vampire) and he challenged you to something and you win

If his pride was wounded before it is absolutely shattered now

He could understand losing to a pro wrestler or smthn

But just to a regular person?

He is hurt

Like he actually might cry if he could

His head is literally spinning

His efforts are doubled to find something he can beat you at

But it's not all bad for him

He is extremely proud of the fact that his SO can beat anyone's ass

He definitely thinks of you two as the (literal) power couple wherever you guys go

And even though he acts super irritated whenever you beat him at something, on the inside he has so much affection and pride

So think of it as a mostly-love-sort-of-hate relationship with this aspect of you

He is bitter tho

But don't let him win

It's funnier to watch him suffer ;)

[senditcolton]

we’re a bad idea

Mat Martin was a bad idea. That didn’t stop you from wanting him. 

moodboard | playlist | word count: 5.6k

a/n: welp, here i am, back to posting things later than promised and not knowing what a blurb is. but like i said when i first posted about this concept: i was in a mood, okay!? i also realized this is the first time i’ve written smut in four months and... damn i missed it!

warnings: feminine reader, teammates sister, age gap. mean dom!Marty. smut! semi-public fingering. teasing, dirty talk, brat taming. slight age-play dynamics. plus degradation, choking, and size kink if you squint.

Disclaimer: Reading/creating content for married players isn’t for everyone. Please don’t read if you don’t vibe with it, but don’t attack me or others!

Being the sister of a hockey player comes with its pros and cons.

Pros: free hockey games, an automatic invite to nights out, and an immediate family outside of your immediate family. Con: Matt Martin.

Okay, Matt Martin wasn’t exactly a con. But your gigantic, massive crush on him had been a burden since Scotty introduced you. He was hot – there was no denying that. And you weren’t exactly subtle about your feelings.

Matt knew you had a crush on him. And he teased you for it – relentlessly. Part of you thought that he liked pushing your buttons, seeing you flustered. It was easy to make you falter. Or… it used to be.

You had returned to New York after finishing up university and you definitely grew up while you were away. You gained confidence, learned how to flirt, learned how to banter, and most importantly, gained a lot more experience in the… relationship department than you had before.

Now, tonight, you were armed with your best fitting jeans and your sleekest shirt as you accompanied Scotty to the bar where some of his teammates were waiting. You were excited to see a lot of the boys again, excited to hear about their lives and tell them about yours. You were also excited to show them the new you. The bolder, bouncier, cooler you.

And when you approach the table, you can’t stop the smile that forms when you hear the guys cheer at seeing you again. You greet each of them, laughing when Barzy scoops you up into a spinning hug, pressing a quick kiss to Grace’s cheek, before you depart to order your drink, promising them that you’ll be back soon.

You waltz up to the bar and grab the bartender’s attention, placing your order before leaning against the wood, eyes darting around the space. It felt good to be back in New York, that much was true. You couldn’t stop yourself from closing your eyes and pausing to soak in this moment: sure, the bar was a little cramped, the music was maybe a smidge too loud. But this was life. This was energy. This was excitement.

Tonight was going to be one to remember.

It is when that thought passes through your mind do you feel a large, yet surprisingly delicate touch on your shoulder. It was a touch you were familiar with; a man trying to get your attention but not wanting to be too aggressive. The next thing that will come is a request to buy you a drink.

“You’re too pretty to be drinking alone.” The voice comes and your eyes snap open at the timbre, so recognizable and so intoxicating. Matt Martin circles around you, his sentence continuing. “Could I buy you a dr-”

That’s where his words end. Because that’s when his eyes connect to your face and you watch the recognition flash across his features. You are almost frozen, looking up at him with wide eyes, caught a little – no completely – off guard that this was how you were seeing him again.

Your brain was also still wrestling the fact that Matt Martin was just hitting on you.

The two of you stand there silently for a moment, still trying to compose yourselves and recover from the… interesting introduction. You somehow manage to regain some semblance of control first, your expression relaxing as your lips twist into a small smile.

Matt notices your grin and he returns it generously.

“Wow,” he mutters, quiet enough that you would’ve missed it if you weren’t hanging on to every word. “Look at you. Little Mayfield is all grown up now.”

He says those words joking, casually, like a family friend should. But the way his eyes are raking up and down your body tells you that his thoughts are anything but family friendly. Eventually, he opens his arms and murmurs a gentle “c’mere kid”, his hands moving in a coaxing gesture. You don’t have to think twice before you’re collapsing into him, feeling him envelop you in a hug, inhaling the scent of his cologne, welcoming the warmth of his body.

You pull away and if you notice the way his hands may have lingered a little longer on your hips before falling, you don’t call him out on it. Instead, you decide to call him out on something else.

“You still offering to buy me a drink?” you quip, a devilish smirk appearing on your lips as you glance up at him, the grin widening as you see the miniscule furrow of his brows at your words. Your energy.

He had a lot of catching up to do.

“You didn’t order one already?”

“No,” you reply and of course, that’s the moment the bartender finally makes their way back to you, placing the glass and your card down on the bar top. There’s a small flash of embarrassment that runs through you as you see Matt raise a singular brow.

“Fine,” you say, quickly calculating the tip and signing the receipt before turning back to Matt, drink now in hand. “But that doesn’t mean that I would say no to another.”

“Two cocktails in under 10 minutes? What would Scotty think?”

“I could probably drink him under a table now,” you scoff, your eyes rolling playfully as you poke fun at your brother. Which was easy to do when he wasn’t in earshot. “University changed a lot for me.”

“I can see that.”

His eyes are still on you, still scanning over your body and you can’t help but cock your head to the side, calling his attention to your face. You don’t say anything, just another small tilt and teasing look, one that Matt reads well enough.

“Well,” you say, taking a sip of your drink before angling your body away from the bar. “If you do decide to bring another gin and tonic to our table, I wouldn’t complain. Entirely up to you.”

That’s all you say before departing, not bothering to look back towards Matt. Mostly because you can still feel the heat of his gaze on you retreating frame. You make your way back to the table, slipping into the crowded corner booth, listening to the conversations around you, trying to slot yourself into one. You eventually start talking to Sebastian, your brother’s defensive partner, and it isn’t long until Matt comes back to the table, a beer in one hand and a glass in the other. He slides into the booth next to you, close enough that you can feel the heat radiating off his body before he’s sliding the glass towards you. You pause your conversation to send him a small thank you before returning to Sebastian.

You aren’t so completely absorbed in the talk with Seb that you don’t notice Matt swing his arm over the back of the booth, and in turn, over your frame.

The smile appears on your face without thinking, laughing to yourself at the fact that Matt seemed to want to remain close to you. As close a respectfully possible. So, you decide to give him what he wanted. And you don’t stop touching him.

You figure out how to do it in more casual ways; your leg pressed against his, a hand falling onto his knee when you laugh. Your boldest move is gripping his thigh in order to lift yourself up and lean across the table to look at the picture of Grace and Anders new baby. And if your angle also happened to give Matt a great view of your ass… so be it.

Eventually, the conversation loops around to focus on you and you catch them up on your life; schooling, major moments, exciting events.

“Any boyfriends that your brother has to scare away?” It’s Ryan Pulock that asks that question, a teasing and causal jab, said with a smirk and a drink of his beer. You respond similarly with a laugh and sip of your gin and tonic before responding.

“Not at all.”

“That’s surprising,” Matt says. You turn towards him, hair flipping and your eyes connecting to his.

“Really? How so?” you question, a teasing tone attached to your words. Matt doesn’t take the bit, shrugging and taking a drink of his own beer.

“Just seems like the kind of thing you’d experience in college.”

“Well, I did experience,” the last words lightly emphasized to imply the actual meaning. “None of them seemed to stick. Although,” you say, laughing and turning back towards the rest of the group, “if you met some of the boys I went to my school, you’d understand.”

“Oh, I totally get that,” Cassie says. “College boys are terrible.”

“So true,” you laugh, causing a few titters to go up around the table, plus a little nudge towards Anders who – as one of the few former college boys – looked to be a little offended.

“So, if boys didn’t stick,” Cassie continues, “did any other experiences stick?”

“I learned how to play pool,” you reply with a shrug, the first new, non-academic development you came to your mind.

“Any good at it?” Barzy asks, a smirk on his face, one which you gladly return.

“I could probably take you Barzy,” you tease, a chorus of oohs going up around the table at your challenge.

“I’d like to see you try.”

“Well then, lead the way,” you laugh. Matt accepts your jab, scooching out of the booth and down the hallway leading to the bars pool tables, with you following quickly behind. The two of you manage to make it about half-way through your game before Marty and Palms appear.

“Me and Marty are gonna play a round after you,” Kyle explains, settling into the small high-top table off to the side.

“Want to make it a tournament? Winner against winner?” Mat asks, leaning over and taking his shot. Kyle and Matt agree, their competitive personalities taking the lead which in turn, sets off a competitive fire in you. Fueled by a desire to prove yourself to the boys. So, you really focus in on your shots. And if you happen to throw a few flirting words towards Barzy to trip him up… that was just strategy.

You end up winning, celebrating with a small victory dance as you and Barzy trade places with Matt and Kyle, the two of sit and chat while they play. Matt is focused on the game from what you can tell and a small part of you wants to think that Matt was trying to win so he could play against you. But maybe he was always this serious when it came to pool.

Matt does end up winning and you watch as he reracks, watch as Kyle drags Barzy off for ‘consolation drinks’, leaving you and Matt alone. It starts off innocent… well as innocent as the night had previously been. A few heated glances, a few lingering touches. But neither of you pushed the limits.

Until you decided that you had enough of this tiptoeing.

You wander around the table, examining the cues, mapping out your possibilities before glancing over your shoulder at Matt, casually leaning against the wall watching you.

“Hey Marty,” you call to him, voice light. “I’m don’t know what move to make. Could you help a girl out?”

“And why should I help you?”

“Because you’re always so nice to me,” you reply, shooting him a sweet smile.

Matt lets out a small sarcastic laugh but he does give into your request shortly after, pushing off the wall before wandering over to you. His hands are on your hips and he guides you to the correct side of the table before they move to your arms, his body leaning against you and practically draping over your frame as he helps you line up the shot. He tries to maintain a polite distance between your body and you resist the urge to push back against him. Once he’s placed you in the correct position, he lifts himself up to allow you to shoot. You line up are about to pull the trigger when he speaks again.

“Were the boys at school nice to you?”

The cue balls ricochet off each other as you fumble your shot. Not because of the words said but because of how they were said: that heavy seductive tone telling you exactly what he was implying. You don’t give an immediate reply, just a small huff of breath and a quick glare in his direction. He only shoots a smirk in your direction as you sulk back, leaving Matt to survey the pool table.

You can tell that he’s proud of himself, a little cocky now that he got you flustered for the first time tonight, forced you back into your old persona, the one that he knew well.

He shouldn’t have been so confident. Because while the old you might have let the embarrassment flood your system and turn you into even more of a mess, the new you fought back.

So, you wait, patiently, until Matt is the same position you were; shot lined up, pool cue aimed and drawn back before speaking again.

“They were very, very, nice,” you say in that same heavy seductive tone. And just like you expected, your words have the exact same effect on him, the aggressive clatter of his ruined shot echoing. The look he gives you is dangerous in all the right ways and so you push on.

“Sometimes,” you continue, raising yourself off the wall and wandering over to him, “they were a little too nice.” A pause as you come face to face with him, looking up at him with your best bedroom eyes. “If you know what I mean.”

If he does understand the implications behind your words, he doesn’t show it as he moves away from you to let you take your turn. The rest of the game continues without words although the tension between you has been raised. It almost becomes unbearable but you move ahead, focusing on your next move and the next after that. And to your complete and honest surprise, you end up winning, sinking the eight-ball in one smooth shot.

“Congratulations,” Matt says, walking towards you. “Figured out what you want as a prize?”

This time, the words are not tinged with any weight or tone that would suggest more. He asks you the question as casually as if he was asking you about the weather.

But you’ve been a part of this; a part of the teasing, a part of this cat-and-mouse game that you two had been caught in since the night started. And that remembrance gives you the answer.

“I want the truth,” you say, watching as one of Matt’s eyebrows twitches upward in question. “What were you really thinking when you first saw me tonight?”

You can see the confusion on his face when you put the question forward and the confusion flows into his voice as he starts to give you an answer.

“I thought that you looked a lot different than I remembered, grew up as I said and –”

“No,” you interrupt. “I mean, what were you thinking about me, before you knew it was me? Y’know – when you so brazenly walked up and offered to buy me a drink. What was going through your head then?”

This was a bad idea. Such a fucking bad idea. But you didn’t care. You wanted to know. No – you needed to know. Needed to know that you weren’t overreaching, that you weren’t reading too much into every word, every touch that had been exchanged.

You needed to know if Matt Martin wanted you… the same way you wanted him.

The silence that stretches between you is tighter than every before, a rubber band waiting to snap. You aren’t backing down. Matt isn’t budging, although from the way his jaw clenches, you feel as if he is biting back his words.

The truth.

As if he didn’t want to say it out loud. As if he knew that as soon as the truth was said, there was no controlling what would come next. So, you take the initiative again.

“If you want to continue this discussion somewhere a little more private, I’ll be waiting in the bathroom.” You start walking away, moving towards the private bathrooms near the far end of the bar, before turning back to him.

“Five minutes Marty. That’s your window to tell me the truth. That’s all you get. Five minutes.”

You leave him with the ultimatum, disappearing from his sight. You try to causally make your way to the bathrooms as to not draw attention to yourself. But as soon as you reach the bathroom, shutting and locking the door behind you, the façade drops and a whoosh of breath escapes. Immediately, you rush over to the sink and splash some cold water on your neck in a feeble attempt to cool the blazing heat running through your body.

What the fuck where you thinking?

This was insane. You were insane. There was a line and you were sure that you had crossed it. Not only crossed it, you full on leapt over it. Made an embarrassment of yourself. You definitely couldn’t face Matt again after tonight. You’d have to leave New York, relocate to Los Angeles or even Europe just to put a full ocean between the two of you. There was no way that this night wasn’t completely ruined. You utterly fucked up, to the umpteenth degree; you fuc-

A knock on the door interrupts your racing thoughts, your head swiveling in the direction of the noise. In a rush, you remove your phone from your back pocket, realizing that you had been freaking out for almost five minutes. The allotted time you gave Matt. That meant that the person on the other side of the door could be another patron.

That’s what you believe until the second knock comes. This time accompanied by the husky tone of Matt Martin saying your name.

Your heartbeat upticks as you walk across the tile, the journey there feeling like it stretched for miles instead of a few short steps. The metal of the handle is cold against your skin as your hand reaches up towards the lock, the anxiety of whatever was to come vibrating through you.

The echo of the deadbolt unlocking hasn’t dissipated as Matt pushes into the room, slightly knocking you back before he spins and clicks the lock home again. You barely manage to get a single syllable out before Matt is turning towards you, his large hands cupping your face.

And then he is kissing you. Fiercely. Passionately. He’s. Kissing. You.

The action catches you so off-guard that you can’t stop the gasp that falls from your lips and Matt takes advantage, deepening the kiss as his large body presses you further into the room until you feel the back of your thighs hit the cold stone of the counter.

It takes you this long to fully register what is happening, for you mind to wrap around the turn of events, a situation that seconds ago you thought would remain in your wildest fantasies. But when you finally grasp that this is real, it is happening… your inhibitions disappear.

Your hands scramble against his body, gripping onto his shoulders, lifting into his hair, attempting to pull him closer, to pour as much passion into the kiss as he is. One hand falls to the counter as you try to hoist yourself up on to the marble to lessen the height advantage he has on you. It’s a desperate attempt, one that you blindly fail at. That is, until you feel Matt’s hands sink down and grip the back of your thighs.

Another gasp escapes you as he lifts you up onto the surface and your knees easily part to accommodate the size of his body between your legs as he leans his weight forward, pressing you back until you feel the cold mirror against your scalp.

Matt eventually removes his lips from yours but they don’t travel far. Instead, they press against your jawline, down your neck. It’s when they are pressed against your collarbones does he finally speak.

“You want to know what I thought about when I first saw you?” he asks and you have to force yourself to focus on his words instead of the way his body feels pressed against yours.

“I thought about how fucking gorgeous you looked. And I knew I wanted to take you home and see if you looked just as pretty underneath me,” he confesses, his mouth finally departing from your skin as he lifts himself up to lock eyes with you before continuing. “And then, when I realized it was you, the baby sister of my teammate? I felt fucking filthy for thinking those things.”

His hands trail downwards as his words fall, cascading over your ribs, the small of your back, your hips until they manage to slip into your back pockets, his fingers tightening around your ass, giving it a firm squeeze as he pulls you closer, your hands flying to his shoulders to keep your body upright.

“But that shy, sweet, innocent girl that I knew… she’s gone. Isn’t she? Instead, what I got was a fucking minx, who doesn’t know when to stop pressing her luck.”

His words spark that challenging fire in you and you somehow manage to regain your voice through the haze of his hands on you.

“You love it though,” comes your sharp retort, the grin playing on your face as your eyes spark with defiance. Matt mirrors your smirk, although you can tell that his is more casual, natural, like he’s been in this place before. His next words confirm that assumption.

“I do. I like brats like you,” he says and you barely catch the hardening of his gaze before he is manhandling you off the countertop, spinning your body abruptly, the front of your thighs hitting the hard edge as your hands fly forward to stop your momentum. His body presses against you and the whimper that leaves you is in direct response to the feeling of all of him against your back. He leans in, his breath ruffling your hair as he whispers hotly in your ear.

“I especially like putting them in their place.”

Your whimpers turn into a full-on moan as he rolls his hips against you and you can feel the hardness of him against your backside.

“What was that sweetheart?” he murmurs, his hips still moving as he hands starts to wander once again. “No more smart remarks for me?”

The only sound you can manage is more whines as you feel a hand sneak under the hem of your shirt, a shiver as his fingers climb their way up your torso before he takes one of your breasts in his grasp, squeezing, while his other hands remains on the edge of your jeans, running teasingly over the delicate skin of your hipbone.

“What happened baby? You were so confident before.”

“Fuck you,” you manage to breath out. The words were hollow, with no real malice behind them. They were just spoken in hopes of regaining some power. Or, at the very least, to ground yourself and keep your bearings on this battle that you were swiftly losing.

Matt sees through the remark with ease, his immediate response a dark chuckle before he speaks again.

“I’d much rather fuck you.”

You don’t have time to wrap your head around those words before the hand that was on your hip flies up to rest on your neck, fingers pushing your jaw upwards to angle your face back towards Matt so he can once again crash his lips to yours. He kisses you fiercely and you whimper as you feel the hand underneath your shirt start to sink lower and lower until it hits the waistline of your jeans, moving to deftly undo the button with a practiced ease. His hand dips underneath the fabric and you widen your stance without thinking to give him more access, causing him to chuckle against you.

Another gasp falls when his hand slips in between your thighs, cupping your still covered center. A groan rumbles from his chest as his fingers press against your slit, feeling how the dampness of your arousal has already flooded the soft cotton of your underwear.

“Fuck sweetheart,” he curses, lips and hand pulling away from your face and your head falls forward to its original position as he continues its movements against your core. “Ruined these already, hmm? Been dripping for hours?” The only response you give is another whimper as you roll your hips forward, chasing his fingers, a silent request for more which he doesn’t give.

“Come on kid, use your big girl words,” he mutters before moving his fingers the short distance upwards to press against your clit.

“Fuck,” you cry out at the feeling, the tension from the entire night culminating, heightening every move Matt makes against your body, every word he speaks. You hear him chuckle and it sends a hot wave of shame through your body, a sensation you weren’t familiar with but one that you were surprised worked so well in combination with your need.

“Not exactly what I meant.”

“Matt…” The word is elongated as the whimper of his name escapes you, another desperate attempt for mercy, for him to give you want you wanted. He doesn’t give in, his will apparently much stronger than yours. His fingers just lazily return to stroke your slit, winding you up more. It’s the steadily building desire with no payoff that finally makes you snap. “Godammit, Matt, stop fucking teasing me.”

As soon as those words are spoken, his fingers glide underneath the fabric of your panties before plunging into your center. You moan at the sudden intrusion, that full body rush of heat moving through you at the feeling of him inside you. It’s a split second before he moves, his fingers gently starting to pump into you, reaching deeper, the calloused skin of the heel of his palm catching against your clit. The cant of your hips forward is involuntary as you chase the feeling, a hiss escaping him as your movements push the sharp corner of the counter into the tan skin of his forearm, a momentary lapse in his control before he regains it.

“That desperate for me, huh?” he teases you, aiding your motions and pressing his hand against you. “This what you wanted sweetheart?”

“Want your cock more,” you manage to moan, this time your hips moving backwards to press your ass against his groin to punctuate your words.

“Oh yeah? Just want to feel my dick deep inside this perfect cunt?” You whine in response as you grind against Matt’s hand, wanting more, your blatant desire causing Matt to chuckle again. “Well, darling, you can have it. All you got to do is say please.”

The gasp escapes you as your eyes fly up to connect with Matt’s gaze in the mirror, the sound not only a response to his fingers managing to graze that one spot inside of you that made you see stars, but to his demand.

He wanted you to beg for it. To plead with him to give you want you wanted. To submit.

That’s one thing that you refused to do. You had spent all those years away building up your confidence and control that you weren’t about to relinquish it that easy. But then Matt moves again and you can’t stop your head from falling forward, another moan reverberating against the walls of the restroom.

“Come on babygirl. Let me hear you say it.”

It’s torture. It is utter torture, the feeling of his fingers moving within you, so good but not enough, not what you really wanted to the sense of relief you were chasing. The relief that would only come if you relinquished the last sliver of control you had.

“Please…”

The word is practically wrenched from you, like you had to grab it and drag it from your throat and past your lips. You feel Matt lean in, his body coming to drape over yours once more, his lips finding the familiar spot behind your ear.

“No.”

The word that came from him was the exact opposite of what you were expecting and the force of which your head snaps up to connect with Matt’s reflection is sharp and sudden. The bewildered desperate look in your eyes is a stark contrast to the calm and collected look in Matt’s.

“I don’t think you’ve earned it yet. In fact, I don’t know if you’ve even earned the right to cum.”

That suggestion is what does you in. The thought of all of this being for nothing? For you to be pushed this close to edge and not achieve a release of this surmounting pressure? You couldn’t handle that. The mere implication sends any last ounce of dignity you thought you had flying out the window.

“No. Please, please Matt. I need it. Please,” you unabashedly beg, words now falling freely.

“Well… since you asked so nicely.”

Matt moves again, his ministrations increasing as he drags you closer and closer to that edge. You can no longer bite back the moans that he pulls from your chest and you don’t try to stop them, too overwhelmed with pleasure to even keep your eyes open. You are so caught up in the feeling of Matt’s hand between your thighs that you don’t bother keeping track of the unoccupied one until it’s coming to wrap around your throat, pulling you upwards until your body is once again fully pressed against him.

The heat of him against your already scorching skin is almost unbearable and when Matt’s fingers guide your head to look forward into the mirror, you know he can feel your pulse jumping underneath his grasp.

“Open your eyes,” he whispers, the complete control he wielded giving you no option but to obey as your eyelids fly open and immediately connect to the reflection of you and Matt in the mirror. You were an absolute mess: pupils blown, hair mussed, chest heaving. But you couldn’t even bother focusing on your appearance. All you can do is let your gaze trail down to Matt’s arm, seeing where it disappeared underneath the denim of your jeans. Watching how the muscles flexed as his fingers reached deeper, curling to constantly graze that damnable spot that made full body shudders run through you.

“Look how fucking perfect you look,” Matt groans into your hair, his movements never ceasing. “Come on sweetheart. Show me how pretty you look when you cum.”

His gentle demand is what sends you over the edge, your orgasm hitting you like a freight train, mouth opening into a near silent scream. One of your hands flies to his forearm, nails digging into his skin in a vice like grip while the other tightens around the solid marble edge of the countertop – a feeble attempt to steady yourself. You were certain that if Matt’s arms weren’t tight around you, you would have collapsed to the floor.

The vibration of Matt moaning at the feeling of your pussy clamping down on him adds another delectable sensation against your body. You do not fight it when Matt’s grip on your jaw angles your head back so he can capture your lips in a feverish kiss, swallowing every moan and whimper you give as your high fades.

His fingers slowly, painstakingly withdraw from you before he breaks the kiss, his hand moving against your oversensitive core to push your underwear back in place before attempting to wipe off his finger on the cotton. It’s a completely lost cause based on how soaked you are, another laugh escaping Matt as his hand finally retreats from the confines of your jeans. He buttons them back up, pressing a soft kiss against your shoulder before moving away from you.

A panicked part of you thinks that he’s going to leave you here, alone in a bar bathroom as you fight to regain composure. But instead, he just moves to the sink next to you, turning on the tap to wash his hands. The half-hearted huff of laughter escapes you but you can barely dwell on it, instead focusing on taking deep breaths in order to recover.

Eventually, you lift your body up and examine your disheveled appearance. It takes another beat before you start to piece yourself back together: smoothing your hair down, readjusting your clothes, wiping away any errant makeup from your skin. It is when you are taking a drink of water to soothe your parched throat does Matt reappear behind you.

“I was right,” he says. “You do look just as pretty underneath me,” he explains, recalling his confession to you at the very beginning of this bathroom rendezvous. You roll your eyes at his cocky words, your previous confidence returning as you spin to face him.

“I look even prettier on my knees,” you quip, falling back into that teasing energy that led the two of you here. A laugh rumbles through Matt as he takes your chirp in stride.

“I’ll believe it when I see it.”

“Well then, I guess you’ll just have to take me home to find out.”

“What about your brother?” Matt asks, reminding you where you were and who you accompanied to this bar. Your non-committal hum is your only response as your eyes trail lazily towards the bathroom door before returning to Matt.

“What he doesn’t know won’t hurt him.”

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[dragon-communion]

While on the one hand, Fia’s sessions of “taking lifely vigor” from the Tarnished are definitely implied to be sex, and I find it hilarious that this is a situation where the devs probably bapped GRRM on the nose and told him to calm down, what if I roll with the implication?

It’s implied in a previous version of the Turtle Neck Meat item that people in the Lands Between just don’t have sex anymore. It’s too feral. Bestial. Might even have something to do with the birth of Omen children, actually, considering how such an animal act might bring one closer to the Crucible.

So what if extended hugging sessions are that scandalous and vulgar? Spending a minute in the arms of another person being worse than a glimpse of Victorian ankle has some fascinating implications for society in the Lands Between. If physical contact itself is base and hedonistic, can you imagine how touch starved everyone is?

One of the major problems in modern day America is how distant everyone is. While the Lands Between might not have the same issues with a lack of third places or the consequences of car-focused city planning, our level of general societal paranoia compounded with the advent of COVID means we just don’t touch eachother at all ever. This is grossly simplified because I’m too lazy to go get sources, so feel free to fact check me, but part of the focus on getting yourself a romantic partner is so folks can finally have someone it’s acceptable to get positive physical touch from. Failing that, getting into a sport at least earns you a more violent facsimile of that.

In the Lands Between, where society is focused on being a civilized as possible, it would make sense (a la Brave New World by Huxley) for society to try to eliminate sex and its trappings. Given Elden Ring’s heavy Catholic themes, celibacy also takes on a religious twist- Augustine of Hippo “taught that original sin was transmitted by concupiscence”, or physical desire and longing. To quote briefly from Wikipedia, “The view of the Church is that celibacy is a reflection of life in Heaven, a source of detachment from the material world which aids in one's relationship with God.”

Looking at Queen Marika the Eternal makes it painfully obvious to the player that she’s not even a creature of flesh anymore, twisted into something like a glorified clay pot or even a reliquary for the Elden Ring. We don’t know much about what she was like beyond a few queenly speeches, but whether she was always literally a vessel like that or not, the no doubt popular image of her as a vessel of life could have easily changed over the years from something very physical to the more chaste implications of the female water-bearer statues or iconography of her pouring out a chalice. People do still swear by Marika’s tits, so obviously physical desire might still exist, but my recent theorizing on crystal tears and amber babies really puts me in mind of the sterilized process in Brave New World where disembodied ovaries are fertilized in a lab via cloning. There’s something there in the imagery of the baptismal fonts around the Erdtree collecting tears that become new births.

The whole arrangement might also put a new spin on the gladiatoral games in the Coliseums, and to some extent Marika’s warlike drive. People crave contact, and the high of violence can be close enough to sex to mimic it, though poorly. I think everyone has probably made jokes about how American football has some undertones, and pro wrestling is the same. The most obvious example is dog collar matches, which look so close to BDSM as to be nearly indistinguishable to me.

With all of that in mind, the unmistakable intimacy of Fia’s actions might actually be as degenerate and twisted to modern Lands Between sensibilities as pup masks and handcuffs to the modern day American. What she offers is a gentle hug, perhaps even extended cuddling, and pillow talk. It’s stated that Rogier says “all sorts of things” abed, and while it’s easy to take that to a more physical interpretation, it could actually literally be Fia playing with the man’s hair for an hour until every single thought falls out of his head. When she makes the offer to you, she has to couch it carefully, framed in the ideas of a foreign interpretation of the sacred as if the only way it can be legitimate is if it is a sacred act, as if that’s the only way you’ll be able to understand it. Like when we argue for gay marriage and couch it in the language of romantic equality, because surely everyone can empathize with romantic equality, when the real physical benefits involve insurance and hospital visitation rights.

Anyway, it’s just something I’ve been thinking about.

[fantasyfantasygames]

The Fall of the House of Crusher

The Fall of the House of Crusher, Wild World Entertainment, 2018

No connection to Wesley or Beverly.

I have been very happy in the past decade to see more and more games that get outside the traditional RPG box. I like fantasy adventures and sci-fi merchant ventures and maybe some modern fantasy, but we have a lot of that. So when other kinds of games come along, even if I wouldn't play them myself, I'm always intrigued.

The Fall of the House of Crusher (FoHoC, pronounced like faux-hawk) is a drama that follows a pro wrestler and his family as events unfold and unravel in their lives. The eponymous Crusher has been a heel for years, both in the ring and out. His wife is cheating on him with his best friend and he knows but hasn't called them on it yet. His daughter, "Generation", also a wrestler, is infatuated with a new wrestler who's a face in the ring, but Crusher knows he's an asshole outside it. You pick up the pre-gens and make a few tweaks (including gender options). Then play what is assumed to be a three-part game, whether that's three acts in one day or across multiple sessions.

One of my favorite bits is that all of your moves (this is a PbtA-type game) are both wrestling moves and emotional moves. It's not that you have to choose which version you're using - every move does both things at the same time. So the DDT dazes someone, which switches their stance to "unready", which means your next move is more likely to land. Then you can hit them with a Giant Swing, which forces them to Reset, losing any momentum they had. That can be physical, with the slam and the spin, and at the same time it can be emotional, where you stun someone with a revelation and then turn the tables on them to force them out of the argument they've been building.

Another cool piece is how you switch from playing your character to playing the crowd. When you're in the limelight, it's assumed that you have an audience. It might be a wrestling match, an argument at an outdoor restaurant, an argument at an outdoor restaurant that devolves into a wrestling match, a date at a movie theater where the other moviegoers are heckling you and it becomes a wrestling match, etc. There's a lot of assumed wrestling is what I'm saying. The mechanics only cover wrestling.

The game definitely has a good ending and a bad ending, and several mixed ones. They give short suggestions for other ways things might go, but honestly I think "the wedding" and "the divorce" cover a lot of ground.

In the end this might make a better LARP than tabletop game. The story could be condensed, the mechanics could be adjusted, you could keep the PC/audience switching for major events... I could see this running at Intercon very nicely. You just need a strict reminder that no actual wrestling moves are to be performed.

[windex-for-blood]

Today in "Games That Will Never Be Made"

Aggrivated by Smash's absence from the EVO main stage and legally forbidden from killing Sakurai Masahiro in order to make a new installment, Nintendo decides to semi-revive the NES fan favorite Pro Wrestling with the reveal of a new Mario Sports entry.

The opening cinematic is a swooping shot of four wrestling rings (arranged like a D-Pad), in which four matches are already happening. A panning shot starts on Mario and Bowser doing standard Mario vs. Bowser shit (dodging fireballs, getting swiped at by claws), moving to King Boo and Petey Piranha pushing and palm-striking each other sumo-style.

The camera stops and goes out of focus, as Luigi and Waluigi comically enter the frame. They're having the cliched nerd slap-fight, with Luigi wailing miserably as Waluigi laughs spitefully.

Pushing his opponent away, Luigi suddenly stops, looking between Waluigi and the ring his brother is in, with Kevin Afghani giving his most Martinete-esqe "eh?"

He makes a time out motion to Waluigi. A speech bubble hovers near his head, containing an icon of a red nose with a spikey mustache next to a question mark. Luigi points to the bubble. Walugi's eyes narrow in annoyance, and he points to the fourth ring with a distinctly unimpressed "weh".

A sudden cut shows Wario, in a shoddily modified Warioman outfit, leaping from the top rope onto an unseen opponent, who is represented by a first-person camera. Wario lands atop his foe, and begins throwing man-sized punches at the opponent. After a few blows, a frying pan pops up and blocks his fist. As Wario leaps sway, clutching his hand, the camera spins to reveal he has been pummeling none other than CAPTAIN SYRUP. She kips up and starts running towards her archenemy. With a shot from between Wario's legs, we watch Syrup slide to a stop kneeling on one knee, and she reels her arm back with the distinctive sound of a shotgun being cocked. The next shot is a close-up of Wario's suddenly blue-tinged face, with tears shooting out of the ducts and bullets of sweat on his brow, the upwards-shooting speedlines confirming that he had clearly been crotched, Chyna-style. A jagged shout-bubble shoots out of Wario's mouth, revealing the title:

SUPER MARIO GRAPPLERS

[hardcore-gaming-101]

Ryu ga Gotoku Kurohyou

While Sega and the Like A Dragon people were working on consoles, they contacted a studio named Syn Sophia to work on a spin-off series. While they were known mainly as the Style Savvy people at this point in time, they were once known as AKI Corporation, and were responsible for countless pro wrestling games and the Def Jam series. They had what it took, and delivered an authentic Like A Dragon experience aimed for a younger audience. Ironically, they accomplished this with a far more violent protagonist – which might have more been an idea from the RGG people (Nagoshi is listed as the writer on Wikipedia, but there’s no source as of writing).

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[justforbooks]

When Carl Weathers auditioned for the role of Apollo Creed, the prizefighter who gives an untried contender a shot at his heavyweight title in Rocky (1976), he was asked to read opposite the film’s writer. “Now – I’m ignorant – and as I finish reading, I say, ‘Well, wait a minute, if you can get me a real actor to read with, I can do this a lot better.’”

Unbeknown to him, his scene partner was the newcomer Sylvester Stallone, who had not only written the script but was playing the title role. “Somehow I got the job,” said Weathers.

A 6ft 2in former NFL linebacker, Weathers, who has died aged 76, brought the full force of his charisma to a role that could in less skilful hands have prompted straightforward hisses and boos. There was a depth and kindness to him that no amount of on-screen braggadocio could conceal. He spoke, said one LA Times reporter, with the “overly concise diction of a TV evangelist”.

To prepare for the role of Apollo, Weathers watched old Muhammad Ali fights for inspiration. Shot for peanuts, the film grossed $225m, won three Oscars, including best picture, and spawned four sequels. A further three films in the spin-off Creed cycle featured Michael B Jordan as Apollo’s son Adonis.

Weathers was taken aback by the instant fame that Rocky brought him. The day after the film opened, he said, “I was out for a walk in Manhattan and street vendors are yelling, ‘Yo, Apollo.’ That is scary. You are not prepared for that.”

He reprised his role in the first three Rocky sequels. Rocky II (1979) begins immediately after the events of the original film, with both fighters in wheelchairs, coming face-to-swollen-face with one another in the hospital.

“Get up out of that chair, chump, and let’s finish this fight right now!” Apollo demands, having won only on a split decision after 15 rounds. Later, there is a moment of tenderness when Rocky, bandaged and slurring, wheels himself to Apollo’s hospital room late at night, nudges open his door, and asks whether Apollo really gave the match his all.

Though they decide initially against a rematch, Apollo becomes incensed by the hate mail he receives branding the fight a fake. Rocky II ends with the opponents bloodied on the canvas. Struggling to his feet, Rocky is declared the winner.

In Rocky III (1982), Apollo trains Rocky against a vicious new opponent, Clubber Lang (Mr T). The old adversaries get back in the ring at the end of that film for a friendly sparring match, the outcome of which remained a secret until Rocky revealed to Adonis in Creed (2015) that Apollo had clinched it. In Rocky IV (1985), Apollo is brutally trounced in a bout with the Russian boxer Ivan Drago (Dolph Lundgren). He dies in Rocky’s arms.

Weathers found many of the subsequent roles he was offered to be “pointless and meaningless”. But he enjoyed squaring off against another of that decade’s action heroes – Arnold Schwarzenegger – in the fantasy thriller Predator (1987).

In their first scene together, the men greet each other with a handshake that develops into an impromptu arm-wrestling contest. It is won by Schwarzenegger, his bicep bulging monstrously in close-up – a clear case of the more famous actor literally flexing his celebrity muscle.

Weathers later meets a sticky end during an encounter in the jungle with a shape-shifting alien. He loses an arm – his finger is still firing the trigger of his automatic weapon even as the limb falls to the ground – before expiring with a blood-curdling scream.

During his down-time on Predator, the actor developed with the film’s producer Joel Silver a lead role for himself as a Detroit detective in his own shoot-’em-up adventure, Action Jackson (1988), though a hoped-for franchise never materialised.

He acquitted himself well in the Adam Sandler golfing comedy Happy Gilmore (1996) as a pro golfer whose hand is bitten off by an alligator; in one scene, he sits at a grand piano on a golf course playing We’ve Only Just Begun. He reprised the role in Sandler’s Little Nicky (2000) but was even funnier as a tight-fisted, cost-cutting version of himself in four episodes of the sitcom Arrested Development between 2004 and 2013.

Weathers was born in New Orleans, the eldest son of a labourer father. He won a sports scholarship to St Augustine high school, then attended Long Beach Poly high school and Long Beach City College. He made it to San Diego State University on a football scholarship and graduated with a degree in theatre.

His professional football career began in 1970 with a single season with the Oakland Raiders. After being dismissed for being “too sensitive”, he played for two years with the British Columbia Lions in the Canadian Football League. “How good was I? I was good enough to make it … But I was never dedicated enough. I was never in love with football.” Acting, he said, was “a lot more fun, and I ache a lot less.”

He retired from football in 1974 and won supporting roles in television series such as The Six Million Dollar Man (1975) and Starsky and Hutch (1976), and with Pam Grier in the blaxploitation thrillers Bucktown and Friday Foster (both 1975).

After Rocky, he starred with Burt Reynolds and Kris Kristofferson in the football comedy Semi-Tough (1977); with Robert Shaw and Harrison Ford in the Guns of Navarone sequel Force 10 from Navarone (1978); and alongside Charles Bronson and Lee Marvin in the thriller Death Hunt (1981). He also wrote and performed the 1981 soul single You Ought to Be With Me.

Television work was plentiful, though attempts to fashion a long-running TV vehicle for him were hit-and-miss. In Fortune Dane (1986), he played a political troubleshooter battling white-collar crime; the show lasted six episodes. Its producer Barney Rosenzweig called Weathers “one of the more intelligent people I’ve ever been in business with. But he’s a physical animal. He’s gorgeous … The guy looks like a Greek god.”

He was a regular on Street Justice (1991-93), In the Heat of the Night (1993-95), inspired by the 1967 Sidney Poitier film of the same name, and Chicago Justice (2017).

Weathers also provided the voice of Combat Carl in Toy Story 4 (2019) and played the bounty hunter Greef Karga in the Star Wars spin-off series The Mandalorian (2019-23).

Weathers’ three marriages ended in divorce. He is survived by two sons, Jason and Matthew, from his first marriage, to Mary Ann Castle in 1973.

🔔 Carl Weathers, actor, born 14 January 1948; died 1 February 2024

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[blizzardsuplex]

For the AU game, can we get some fun facts/ideas about the shadowboxverse AU that you’ve maybe not shared yet? :)

Hey Izzy! Sorry it's taken me so long to get to this, I literally could only think of some new facts (to you especially LOL considering where SBV started) to share rn:

NGL wrestling licenses are probably still a thing in the SBV (especially in warier states) because of the whole shadows of the same person potentially running amok and confusing people thing. "No need to fear clones or doppelgangers or spies or aliens, the two similar people running around the street together are just pro wrestlers and they have the license to prove it". Ofc some people slip between the cracks though.

Backyard wrestling doesn't often produce splits; relatedly a lot of weekend warrior-type wrestlers don't split either, even if they do a heel or face turn. A lot of the kids/people just never reach that extreme desire threshold for prowres long enough to form even a weak heel or face shadow.

When they say that the heart is one of the prizes of pinning your shadow (the other, as you know, being fronting/control/personahood)...you literally have to reach into your shadow's chest, take it out, and push it into yours. No blood but it can HURT (depending on how used you are to it but also how much resistance/struggle the shadow you're taking it from is putting on).

What do hearts look like? In the arena, or at the moment of transfer, they look like...well, heart-sized balls of light in whatever color, too brilliant to even really look at directly. If they're brought outside the arena and kept but not slotted into a shadow (so to speak) for some reason, they look like... some sort of charm, small enough to string on something or attach or whatever. For reference the "classic" look, as in generic wrestler portrayals back in the day, is like a barbell or those trapezoidal weights. Oh, but they're really really REALLY heavy for their size, no matter what they look to be made of. ;)

Finally, spinning off from above...theoretically, could a third party steal/keep someone else's heart?...well. :)

[springgirlwaiting4fall]

Eddie Kingston Imagine:

Winning The AEW Championship

Idea by @sheinthatfandom

The feud between Eddie Kingston and AEW World champion Claudio Castagnoli was slow building. But it was about to come to the end at the main event at Full Gear; where The winner would take the championship.

The set up couldn’t get any better; the pay per view was happening in Philadelphia. The home of Chikara Pro where Kingston and Claudio both started. Tony Khan even assigned Bryce Remsburg a former Chikara referee to officiate.

The match wouldn’t have any gimmicks or distractions, it would be a classic wrestling match. The crowd and people watching at home did not have high hopes for Eddie.

It was known that Eddie didn’t typically win the big ones.

The lights in the arena dimmed for a minute before coming back on. Eddies music began to play and he practically ran to the ring.

Claudio took his time to the ring, the crowd booed and yelled insults at him. They were still angry he turned on The Blackpool Combat Club.

Justin Roberts began announcing this was Full Gears Main Event and it was for the AEW World Championship, before introducing the challenger and defender.

The bell rang.

It started with a classic lockup, Claudio easily overpowered Eddie. Basically just dragging him around the ring with punches, kicks, and a German suplex.

Eddie found himself in a corner, out of breath and defeated. But that changes when Claudio tries to mock him with chops to the chest.

This awakens Eddie. He chops back harder and faster. Lowering his singlet off his shoulders and asking for me. Until both men a back in the middle of the ring.

Eddie is able to take Claudio down with a butterfly suplex. And he leans against the rope, waiting for his oppenet to get back up.

When Claudio is on his knees, Eddie runs towards him going to for the kitchen sink. But Claudio catches him.

Unbelievable Claudio is able to get to his feet while holding on to the back of Eddie’s knees. He pulls Eddie up with him.

The crowd can’t help but count out loud as Claudio swings Eddie around 20 times.

But their astonishment turns to boo as Claudio hits the neutrlizer

1…2…

Eddie raises his shoulder just before Bryce hand hits the mat for the third time.

A cocky Claudio thinks he’s won and demands the refreee raise his hand. Bryce explains that that match is still on.

Claudio turns back around but is quickly knocked down by a spinning back fist.

Eddie doesn’t go for the cover though. He hits Claudio with two more back fist before applying the stretch plum.

Claudio tries breaking out, but Eddie tightens his hold and will not let go.

In the middle of the ring in front of the thousands watching in the arena and the millions watching at home. Claudio taps out.

The bell rings.

The crowd is so loud that nobody can hear Justin Roberts announce the new champion.

Even the people in the front row don’t notice Claudio roll under the bottom rope and out of the ring.

All eyes are on Eddie as he falls to his knees and tears filled his eyes.

He stands up and Bryce hands him the belt.

Eddie proudly holding the championship belt over his head as confetti falls down over him, is the last image before the pay per view feed ends.

Eddie Kingston is The NEW AEW Champion.

[blowflyfag]

Pro Wrestling Illustrated : APRIL 1996

close-up: THE KID

Part 2

Transcript Below!!!

At 6’2” and 212 pounds, The Kid hardly looks like the typical professional wrestler … But he isn’t typical: the six year veteran is a high-flying, high-risk, aerial artist who has scored several shocking upsets simply because he’s willing to take chances … Spent most of his early years competing for Minneapolis-based Pro Wrestling America … As The Lightning Kid, he won the PWA light heavyweight title in both 1990 and 1991 … He also held the PWA tag team title (with Jerry Lynn) and the PWA TV title … Moved to texas and won the Global Wrestling Federation junior heavyweight title twice in the second half of ‘91 … Later accepted an offer to wrestle in Japan and battled such superstars as Jushin Liger, El Samurai, Ultimo Dragon, and The Great Muta … Lost most of those matches, but gained valuable experience … arrived in the WWF in April 1993 hardly made a splash … Lost his debut match to Louie Spicolli … Also lost to mid-carders such as Doink the Clown and Mr. Hughes, The Kid scored one of the biggest WWF upsets ever by pinning Razor Ramon on May 17 WWF Monday Night Raw … Kid seemed as shocked as everyone in the building … From that point on, fans called him the 1-2-3 Kid … Also pinned Terry Taylor and Ted DiBiase on several occasions … Just as impressive were two victories over former AWA World Champion Rick Martel … Jerry Lawler started poking fun at him on segments of “King’s Court” … Moved up as high as fourth in the WWF ratings in 1993 … Was pinned by Irwin R. Schyster at SummerSlam ‘93 … Lost by countout to Marty Jannetty in a thrilling match on August 31, 1993, in Grand Rapids, Michigan. Kid was injured when he misfired on a daring dive and hit a steel railing. Jannetty helped him back to the dressing room … Went in a slump after suffering a series of embarrassing losses to Doink … Also lost to Bastion Booger because of interference by Johnny Polo … Polo pushed Kid off the top rope, leading to the pin … Helped protect Ramon from an attack by Schyster, Diesel, Adam Bomb, and Martel after Ramon won his first Intercontinental title, on September 17, 1993 … At the 93’ Survivor Series, he teamed with Jannetty, Ramon, and Randy Savage to defeat IRS, Diesel, Martel, and Bomb … Wrestled well, but made one mistake too many and lost a crucial RAW against Shawn Michaels … Michaels twice power-bombed Kid before Ramon came to his rescue … Won his first major title on January 10, 1994, when he and Jannetty teamed to beat The Quebecers for the WWF World tag team title; Kid pinned Jacques following a flying bodypress from the top rope … Lost the belts back to The Quebecers one week later … Kid stunned Jeff Jarrett in the quater-finals of the 1994 King of the Ring tournament, but was piledrived by “Double-J” three times afterward … There was no doubt as to whether Kid would be ready for the semifinals later that evening, but after a bried delay, he came out and lost a tough match to Owen Hart … Owen went on to win King of the Ring … Had a thrilling match with WWF World champion Bret Hart on July 1, 1994. Kid kicked out of several pin attempts, shocked Bret with a spinning savate kick, but erred by trying a dropkick from the top rope. Bret moved out of the way and Kid landed on his back. Bret won by submission to the “sharpshooter” … In a battle of aerial artists on August 15, 1994, Kid won by disqualification over Owen Hart after Jim Neidhart interfered. Owen then locked Kid in a “sharpshooter” for several minutes … Teamed with Ramon, Fatu, Davey Boy Smith, and Sionne to beat Jarrett, Diesel, Neidhart, Owen Hart, and Michaels at the 94’ Survivor Series. The Kid, however, was one of the first wrestlers eliminated … Teamed with newcomer “Man O’ War” Aldo Montoya in matches against The Heavenly Bodies and others … Teamed with Bob “Spark Plugg” Holly to beat Bam Bam Bigekow and Tatanka in a tournament final for the vacant WWF World tag team title at the 95’ Royal Rumble … But glory didn’t last long. One night later in Palmetto, Florida,The Smokin’ Gunns beat The Kid and Holly for the belts …

[youngbuckisms]

Thanks for 300!

Hello! So, I did a g!veaway when I got to 200 awhile back and I had no idea that I got to 300, until today! So, thank you for following and reading my drabbles, silly headcanons, my rants about my favs, everything! So, as a thank you, I will be doing another!

What are the rules?

US only

Do not enter if you are under 18

This is not administered, sponsored, endorsed by, or associated with Tumblr

Entry time is from the time this posts to December 1

There will only be 2 winners

What is the prize?

Great question! I will purchase and send you a piece of merch of your choosing from the AEW shop or Pro Wrestling Tees! It cannot be greater than the price of a t-shirt, so the merch you pick has to be $30 or less!

How do you pick a winner and how do I know if I won?

I will put all the usernames into a spin-the-wheel website, where it will pick at random. I do not choose myself who wins, as I want this to be as fair as possible. I will tag the 2 winners and send a private message to both of them. Winners will have 48 hours to respond, if you do not respond within 48 hours, I will pick someone else.

Okay, so how do I enter?

Another beautiful question! Everything listed below is 1 entry, so if you do all of them, you can get up to 4 entries!

send me an ask (cannot be anon) or a direct message to let me know who your favorite wrestler is and why

tag a friend to this post

join the discord server, where you can go to the giveaway channel and leave your tumblr username

send me or tag me in your favorite fanfic, drabble, headcanon list, or edit

If you have any questions, let me know! And another thank you for following! It means a lot to me!

[spnfanficpond]

Weekly Pond Newsletter

Guess whose birthday is coming up! Let us know if you're planning on celebrating and how!

Old Business:

The New Member Spotlight post was not posted as we expected. We'll get it up eventually! Promise!

Last week's #tweetFicTues prompt (via @writerswritecompany):

New Business:

Paul Carella and Stageit have mended their relationship, so keep an eye out on our Google calendar for this week's shows!

Michael Rosenbaum and his band Sun Spin have an online concert on Stageit scheduled for Saturday! Click here for info and to buy a ticket to the show!

Next weekend is Fishing for Treasures weekend at the @fanficocean! May's theme is Ships! They will be celebrating non-reader insert fics, especially rarepairs! Get your links submitted to the Ocean by Friday at midnight, Eastern US time and they will reblog them! Click here for more info and to find out how to submit your stories!

Angel Fish Award nominations are due soon! Normally, we'd say they were due at midnight, Eastern US time tonight, but we're gonna be real, here. The New Member post comes first, so y'all have a few days to get your nominations in and earn your entries into April's raffle! Don't know what the Angel Fish Awards are? Click here to learn how to participate!

Next weekend is Contropolis Pennsylvania! Jake Abel and Kim Rhodes will be there, along with lots of other stars from Clerks, M.A.S.H. and pro wrestling. The convention is being held in Oaks, PA, about an hour outside downtown Philadelphia. Admin Michelle is planning to be there, so be sure to stop her and say hi if you see her! Click here for more information about the con and head into the con's channel in our discord server to meet others who are planning to attend.

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