#wrestling fan fiction

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Voices Like Honey (18+ One Shot)

Pairing(s): Fem Reader/Damian Priest/Roman Reigns

Summary: Reader enters Liberacion looking for stress relief and light smut ensues.

Tags/TWs: 18+, acousticophilia, voyeurism, praise and humiliation kink(if you blink), first time kinkster, consensual kink, Liberacion AU.

DISCLAIMER: This is NSFW. If that's not your thing, keep scrolling. I try my best to tag things accordingly so use your own discretion when reading my work.

Word Count: 628

Acousticophilia- sexual arousal by sound or music.

Voyeurism: the practice of gaining sexual pleasure from watching others when they are naked or engaged in sexual activity.

There were butterflies running rampant in my stomach from the second I set foot through the doors of the hottest BDSM and Kink club in town, Liberacion, and all throughout the moment I was guided into one of the tastefully decorated rooms in the club that I had rented for the night. 

I knew the basics of what was about to happen but still, my heart pounded in my chest. 

I was to lay down on the bed and when the light above the bedroom door turned green, I was to grab the phone placed on the bedside table. I was promised that the men who would greet me on the other line were specifically handpicked for my specific desires and that both men were watching my every move from the room next door. And I was assured that I wouldn’t be disappointed…

As the seconds ticked by, the anticipation began to climb as did my arousal. I pressed my thighs together as my sensitive clit began to throb at just the thought of what was to come. 

I had never done anything like this before and I was kind of grateful that I was actually approached by the owner of the club who just happens to be a witch. She didn’t do it in a creepy way, but it was clear to her that I wasn’t going to take the reins of my pleasure myself. 

The second the light turned green, I felt a flicker of uncertainty, but I moved past it and I picked up the phone…

~~

“Hola, hermosa…”I heard a man purr through the phone.

“You ready for us, babygirl?” I heard another man say. Both men had voices that felt like butter and warm smoke that kissed my entire body. 

Fuck. I knew I wasn’t gonna last very long… but cumming right this very second would be incredibly embarrassing. And such a waste. No, I… I wanted to savor this for as long as I could.

Or, for as long as I had paid for, really. 

“Y-yes.” I responded, my voice breathy to my own ears. My chest heaved up and down softly as I let the deep and melodic tones of the strange men’s voices wash over me. 

“We can see that, beautiful.” One of the men chuckled huskily again and my entire body came alive. Unable to resist, I slowly brought one of my hands down between my legs and I rubbed the sensitive little nub filled with nerves that was crying out for attention. 

“There ya go, muñequita. Good girl… look at you, giving us a show.” One of the two men said through a rumbling chuckle.. I could only guess he was Puerto Rican and my back nearly arched off the bed as his voice hit my ears once again. I couldn’t do anything more than whimper in response as the pads of my fingers rubbed along my wet folds and swirled over my clit again and again until my thighs began to tremble. 

“We’ve already started and you’re already close, uh, babygirl?” The other man said, light amusement coloring his voice. 

God I could barely see straight… holy shit why hadn’t I done this sooner?!

“Mierda, it’s a shame this is only a phone call… slide those pretty fingers inside you, hermosa.” 

“Yeah, cum for us, baby. We know you want to.” 

I was practically riding my hand at this point, whatever hesitations I felt initially, had melted away the more these men's voices went on and intermingled to create a beautiful melody that brought me closer and closer to the stars…

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Than you for your kind reply about male/male. I'll go explore the rest of tumblr now 😂

You're welcome! Off the top of my head, I know that @wrestlezaynia is a wonderful ZOwens shipper.

Moots tag yourself or a friend for any m/m or slash shippers!

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Pliability Chapter 18 is live!

Timbaland is right. It has been a long time. And I shouldn’t have left you...left you without a new chapter to read, boo. 

I won’t lament about all the reasons this took four months. I just hope the block is behind me and I can try and get back on a somewhat regular posting schedule. 

Anyway, here’s the next chapter! 

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[gemzies]

Rating: Not Rated

Archive Warning: No Archive Warnings Apply

Category: M/M

Fandoms: Professional Wrestling, World Wrestling Entertainment, All Elite Wrestling

Relationship: Finn Balor | Prince Devitt/Kyle O'Reilly

Characters: Finn Balor | Prince Devitt, Kyle O'Reilly, mentions of Bobby Fish, mentions of Adam Cole, mentions of The Judgment Day

Additional Tags: Angst, Hurt/Comfort, Major Character Injury, Drinking, Panic Attacks, Canon-Typical Violence, Established Relationship, Developing Relationship, Kayfabe Compliant, slightly canon divergent, jumping between flashback and present time, a year in the life, Relationship Study, hastily written and barely proof read and I apologize, I Will Go Down With This Ship, Kyle had kind of a shitty year and Finn's wasn't all that much better until the end, set on December 30 2022, maybe a tiny bit of fluff hiding in there

Summary:

2022 had been a rough year, Kyle thought, and he decided to use the little bit of quiet he’d ended up with to contemplate a year that had a few more downs than ups for his liking.

A year in the life of a relationship and the people in it, told through the eyes of Kyle O'Reilly.

Part 8 of Colliding By Design

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Chapters: 2/? Fandom: World Wrestling Entertainment, Professional Wrestling Rating: Mature Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: AJ Lee/CM Punk/LA Knight/Finn Balor Characters: AJ Lee (Professional Wrestling), CM Punk, LA Knight | Eli Drake, Finn Balor | Prince Devitt, Scarlett Bordeaux, Rhea Ripley, Vince McMahon Jr., Shawn Michaels, William Regal, Triple H (Professional Wrestling) Additional Tags: Alternate Universe - Vampire, Alternate Universe - Medieval, Angst and Hurt/Comfort, Eventual Smut, Porn With Plot, Biting, Minor Violence Summary:

The Dark Queen has arrived in the kingdom and demands three virile young men to satiate her desire for blood - and for flesh! Seeing an opportunity to secure his political position, the King selects three rivals who pose the most threat to his throne.

Which is how a self-proclaimed messiah desperate for glorious sacrifice, a cut-throat mercenary intent on discovering the secret to immortality and a 'noble' knight looking to rekindle his favour by slaying the monster find themselves at the sacrificial altar.

But when they come face-to-face with the beautiful creature herself, will they prevail in their missions or succumb to their inner-most desires?

Chapter 2 has now been posted! 

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New Spicy Oneshot has been published! ❤️‍🔥

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Older

Inspired by Older by Isabel LaRosa

Cm Punk X fem reader Word Count: 1300

Summary: Cm Punk was always jealous of the relationship between Y/n and Wardlow, he never understood their relationship. Sure he and Y/n had an 18-year age gap but he knew he would treat her so much better. When Wardlow cheats Punk knows now is his only chance to get with Y/n. “I can be your new Daddy” 

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Die For You (Pt 2) Obsessed (Part 3)

I knew it was wrong, everything about this was wrong. Y/n was young, way younger than I, 18 years to be exact but I couldn't help the feelings I had for her. I was jealous of the guys that spoke to her, they were head over heels in love with her and I couldn't blame them, she was the most gorgeous thing I had ever laid my eyes on. She was delicate like a flower, yet wrapped in barbed wire. She had a sensitive soul yet she hid it from the world, building walls around her years ago. I watched as the blond girl ran past me with tears in her eyes and I knew something was wrong. I walked to catering and noticed Wardlow trying to run after her. 

“What the fuck did you do?” I yelled walking up to the large man, stopping him in his tracks 

“It’s none of your damn business Punk” He spat, shoving me out of the way. Without realizing it I went to swing at the man when I felt someone grab me from behind. 

“Woah there big guy, he’s not worth it” I turned to find Cash and Dax, both having concerned looks on their faces. 

“What’s going on?” I asked the two men in front of me

“He cheated on her” Dax replied 

“What a jerk!-” I yelled

“Okay man, I love you but you are causing a scene” Cash interrupted me “Let’s talk somewhere else” I looked to see everyone looking at the three of us like we were madmen. 

We walked down a few halls to the private locker rooms and passed Wardlow pounding on Y/n’s door. “Y/n, I’m sorry, okay. Open the door” I gave him a nasty look before heading into my locker room. 

“Okay, what really happened?” I asked Cash and Dax, closing the door behind us

“Do you remember how she was upset after he had that fit at Revolution?” Cash said 

“No-” 

“Oh that’s right you weren't there” I gave him a nasty look. “My bad, so anyways he lost the TNT title, blew a fit and left right before Y/n won the title”

“What an asshole” I muttered under my breath

“So apparently when he left, he got with some groupie. Fucked up right, worst part is after she finally forgave him and everything because he was literally begging on his hands and knees for her to take him back he kept sleeping with randos in each town we went to” 

I said nothing, I just sat in shock, trying to comprehend what I just heard. I never understood the relationship between the two of them, she was too good to be with someone like him. Their relationship always seemed weird, like something was always off, but I could never place it. I was lost in my thoughts when I was interrupted by a loud knock on the door. 

Cash and Dax exchanged a confused look before opening the door, revealing a quite angry Wardlow. “What the fuck do you want?!” I asked the man who now stood in front of me. 

Sure the four of us were friends but for some reason I never quite liked Wardlow. I was always civil with him but maybe it was my jealousy that made me secretly despise him. 

“Can you get her to open up?” He asked, referring to Y/n who had understandably locked herself in her private locker room. “Why should we help you?” Cash asked, “Your just going to cheat on her again” I spat “You have no idea what you are talking about Punk” Wardlow spat back “This is none of your business” “Well it sure seems like my business if you are out here asking for our help” “Tell us why we should help you?” Cash asked, not buying a thing coming out of wardlows mouth. “She’s mentally unstable, she is literally crazy. I’m scared she is going hurt herself in there” I could tell his words were sincere, however, I did not buy the fact that Y/n was mentally insatiable. Sure her whole gimmick was being a hardcore Barbie but I knew deep down she wasn’t really crazy, or was she? 

We agreed not to help Wardlow but to help get inside Y/n’s locker room. “You two stay with him, I will check on her,” I told Cash and Dax, not trusting Wardlow within a square inch of Y/n. 

I carefully knocked on Y/n’s door, waiting for a response. “Go Away!” She yelled through the door “It’s just me” “What do you want Punk? I’m not talking to him” “This has nothing to do with Wardlow, I just wanted to see if you are alright. I saw what happened.” Y/n opened the door and let me inside. “So everyone saw,” she said as the tears began to reform in her eyes. “Don’t worry about them” I told her sincerely, joining her on the small couch which sat in the middle of the locker room. “So what happened love?” “I don’t wanna talk about it” I know I shouldn’t be asking such an invasive question but I just had to know “What do you see in him?” “What?” “Wardlow? What do you see in him? He is a big idiot with big muscles and probably a big dick” Y/n laughed at my comments, which made me happy to see her smile. “So you’re only interested in his dick?” I asked playfully “No” “Then what is it?!” “I dunno, he made me feel safe. I know that sounds stupid but it’s true. He’s huge, he kept all the creeps away, and the sex was a nice bonus” I mean it made sense. When they were first an item I noticed how protective he was of her, I wonder what happened. “I could take better care of you. I know I’m not as tall as him or as muscular but the difference between the two of us is that Wardlow is a boy and I am a man. I bet I could make you feel just as good as he did. I would do anything and everything for you.” Y/n said nothing, I knew she was shocked at my words. I knew I was better for her, I would spoil her with expensive gifts, and praise her every day. I knew she was into older guys, she and Wardlow had an eight-year age gap, the only thing the two of us would have was eighteen years. 

“I mean it,” I told Y/n softly as I carefully lifted her chin so she could look at me. “I will give you the world. You will never have to worry about a single thing. I know you Y/n, you act all tough, you live for violence, love the taste of copper on your tongue. Fuck, I’ve seen your matches the title of ‘The Queen of Hardcore’ serves you well but I know that’s an act to hide who you really are. All you want is to be cared for. You like being with older men, the way they protect you, the way they love you better, the way they spoil you. You kill yourself in that ring to have someone like me put you back together, hold you close when you cry, love you to death. Tell me when I’m telling lies” I could tell by the look on her face that she knew I was right 

“Forget about Wardlow, I can be your new daddy” 

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Brats Have More Fun (Ch.4/?) (18+ Fic)

Disclaimer: This is NSFW. If that's not your thing, keep scrolling. I try to tag my work appropriately, so if you choose to click on my work regardless, use your own discretion. Thank you for the love always and enjoy this cheesy porno! 🥂

Pairing(s): Finn Balor/Fem. Reader

Summary: Bratty Reader has a tough day at work and takes it out on Finn. Sometimes punishments aren't what a bratty sub needs, and luckily Finn knows that...

Tag(s): 18+, bratting, Dom/sub dynamic, oral sex (f receiving), a bit of angst, fluff.

Chapter Word Count: 1,090

Prev. Chapter

I tried not to think about the incredibly shitty day I had at work today.

I really did.

But the second I got home to my boyfriend and Dom, Finn who had a couple of days off from his own job, I knew it was hopeless.

I was irritated with my now former boss and with the rest of the world, and Finn was unfortunately going to have to deal with it.

Still, I greeted my boyfriend when I walked into our home, kissing him on the lips and answering vaguely when he asked how work was.

Finn could tell that something was off. It was written all over our faces and Finn wasn’t having my attitude.

I didn’t wanna talk about it. I didn’t even wanna think about it.

But my brain and my mouth had other plans and Finn was going to get to the bottom of it.

“Grab me a water while you’re in there, babe.” He said as I walked towards our kitchen.

That… that set me off.

I usually took orders at work.

From customers, from my boss, etc.

So, for me, putting up a bit of a fight at home with my boyfriend/Dom felt like the most natural thing in the world.

But Finn would quickly realize that today was different.

I was looking for some release that I knew I should ask Finn for, but I just didn’t know how.

“Why don’t you get up and get it yourself?” I scoffed, immediately feeling terrible.

Yet secretly a spark of excitement erupted in my chest as I heard Finn’s footsteps immediately following me into the kitchen.

“What?” I heard him ask.

“You heard me, Sir. Get it your damned self. I’m not your maid.” I responded, shrugging as my defiant gaze met his stormy features.

“Who said anything about you being my ma-…” Finn trailed off, suddenly grabbing my wrists.

He practically dragged me to our room, quite literally kicking and screaming, before he picked up my wriggling body and carried me the rest of the way.

I let out a soft ‘oof’ as Finn deposited me unceremoniously onto the bed, both of us starting to pant as we struggled for control until he straddled my torso.

He had much more muscle than I did, and honestly, the day at work left me too exhausted to really put up a fight.

Another red flag for him.

“Are you ready to talk, love?” Finn asked softly, in a sweet tone I wasn’t really prepared for.

Shit.

No.

I could feel a knot in my throat, and I immediately cleared it away, willing my eyes not to water and Finn’s eyes softened even more, making me even angrier. But I knew it wasn’t gonna last.  

“Talk about what, Finn?” I snapped but it was as half hearted as the warning Finn replied with.

“Enough… I know something’s wrong, darlin’. Was it your boss? Did he do something?” He asked and that opened up the floodgates.

Tears poured and poured from my eyes and onto the pillowcase at an alarming rate no matter how much I wiped my eyes once Finn let my wrists go.

He carefully lifted himself off my torso and pulled me closer to his chest and I felt myself melt almost immediately.

“…I quit. I couldn’t take his shit anymore, so I quit.” I finally confessed. “Now what the fuck am I gonna do? I hated that job- he was a raging dickhead but-“ I sobbed but Finn gently shushed me and kissed the crown of my head several times.

“Now, we’re gonna calm down, and you’re gonna relax-“ Finn said, his tone and gaze now playful as I shot up from his chest to look at him.

He never did take life all that seriously and that was partly why I was head over heels for him.

In this moment I needed the reminder that things would be fine. And that I did the right thing in quitting.

He chuckled, rubbing my arms and my back.

“Lay back, love.”

For once I did what I was told, though I was still slightly perturbed by the fact that I wasn’t being punished.

I let Finn peel off the pj’s I had changed into upon returning home early from work and I softly bit my lip as he slowly spread my legs, trailing soft kisses along my inner thighs and along my abdomen.

His beard grazed over my ticklish stomach, making it visibly flutter and causing him to smile.

I matched his smile as I looked down at him and I grasped one of his hands in mine, gasping softly as his mouth began to trail over my waiting pussy.

My eyes fluttered shut and my back arched as Finn’s tongue teased along the outside of my pussy before he brought his tongue up toward my clit and back again, chuckling as I let out a soft whine.

But I didn’t urge him forward.

No, I wanted to bask in this for once.

The slower pace felt like a nice change of pace despite my impatience, and I secretly loved the way Finn was taking care of me, making my accelerated thoughts settle and focus on something much, much better, and sweeter.

Him.

I sighed deeply, sinking into our bed as his mouth finally closed over my clit, sucking lightly even as his tongue began circling that little, tiny switch that made my toes curl.

“Fuck…” I whined, clutching Finn’s hand firmly with one hand and holding the back of his head with the other and he slowly and with all the patience in the world, tasted me.

“There we go… I know you need to destress, love, and I’m happy to do that for you.” he said, pulling his mouth away from between my legs momentarily and replacing it with his fingers.

I could feel his eyes on me without even looking and when I opened my eyes for all of a second and locked them with his.

My thighs trembled at the sight of Finn’s quirked lips as his fingers slowly pumped in out of my inviting pussy.

“I’m such a good Dom- such a good boyfriend. Aren’t I, baby?” Finn chuckled as my body began to writhe even more.

“The best...!” I moaned.

As I finally reached my peak with a choked off scream, a kaleidoscope of colors exploded behind my eyelids as Finn mouth slowly toyed with my clit once again, intensifying the onslaught of sensations coursing through my body…

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[84reedsy]

Ooh can i get a little something with Bret Hart using prompts 10 "I can't help but have naughty thoughts when you when look like that." and prompt 28 "I love seeing you so flustered." please

For some reason, you’d assumed a hockey arena wouldn’t be this cold. It was a lapse in logic, but since it was also a date with Bret, you focused more on wearing something that you knew would make him look. Short skirts always got his attention before he asked you out and had always helped you get your way since. "I can't help but have naughty thoughts when you look like that." Bret looked you over when he’d picked you up. You loved the way his eyes traveled over you and the way he licked his lips. Being objectified by him turned you on in return.

You sat in the front row, Bret beside you, squealing and curling up against him with the large, fast moving men slamming into the glass in front of you. The action was thrilling and had your attention, but you shivered often from the cool air on your bare legs. As distracted as you were by the Calgary Hitmen on the ice, Bret was focused on something other than the game. 

He held your hand, but his eyes traveled up your thighs. He wished he’d booked a suite instead - they’d offer far more privacy for what he would like to do to you. Crossing and uncrossing and shaking your legs to keep yourself warm was only drawing more of his attention. He let go of your hand as you went to tuck your hair behind your ear. He took the opportunity, sliding his hand over your thigh. 

Your breath caught in your chest as his finger curled around, grazing the inner sensitive skin. You bit the tip of your tongue when his hand slid up higher. His gaze was on the game, but his mind was on what lay under that short, short skirt. 

Your eyes were no longer forward, glancing downward to see his large hand slipping farther and farther under the hem. You no longer felt the chill of the arena, but the flush of arousal and the wonder of who might see. Bret leans over, murmuring into your ear.

"I love seeing you so flustered."  You can hear the smugness in his voice, the unfailing confidence. But you have no argument because you know he’s got you right where he wants you. You finally let out a shaky breath when his fingertips graze over the front of your panties. You wondered why you’d ever bothered putting those on in the first place.

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Teacher's Pet

Pairing: La Knight x f!reader

Warnings: 18 plus only! Minors DNI! DO NOT COPY. One use of Y/N. Teacher's pet trope. Age gap. Daddy issues. Fighting. Mentions of violence. Little bit of angst. Smut. Smut with plot. Oral. (F receiving.)

AN: I'm gnawing at the iron bars of my enclosure.

Word count: 3.1k

Summary: La Knight is your trainer, and one day, the two of you take things too far.

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You took a deep breath as you got up again. You were exhausted. Not just physically but mentally too. For the past four weeks, La Knight has been training you. Trying to get you ready for your debut on smackdown in two weeks. The closer it got to the date, the harder he was on you. The more he pushed you. The two of you working together to build more muscle for you. Focusing on the harsh and heavy moves that you struggled with.

"Come on." He said in frustration. Sighing and rubbing his hand on his chin. Standing in the corner, leaning against the turnbuckle as he watched you struggle. You shot him glare, then looked back to your opponent. You wrapped your arms around his waist, and you went for the suplex, but you couldn't do it. You thought you had it down expect for the part where you had to fall back. That's what you couldn't do. You let the guy go and you got down on one knee. Trying to catch your breath and thinking over the move. "What was that? What are you doing?" He was getting more frustrated. You've been at this for hours. Training all day. The both of you were over this. "I can't do it." You panted and you stood up. Resting your hands on your hips and looking at him. You were starting to get frustrated yourself.

"You have to get this down. Do it again." There was irritation in his tone, and he gestured his hand for you to go again. You rolled your eyes and turned back to the gym trainer. Getting ready to do it again. "And don't roll your eyes at me." He spoke. His tone a little harsher. Making you more annoyed. You took a deep breath, trying to focus. You went for the suplex, but you failed again. Your arms and legs getting weaker and weaker. Not allowing you to do this. "Damn it." He cussed under his breath, and he walked over to you and the other trainer. "Look." He grabbed the guy. Trying to show you what you needed to do. "You need to ground your feet. You're not grounding your feet. Look at how I'm standing." You looked at how he was standing, and his stare was heavy on you.

"And your grip. You need to tighten it. You're to lose." He told you and his eyes lingered on you for a second too long. "Watch." He spoke in a low and dominant tone. Then he suplex the guy. Throwing him back. He stood and he walked over to you. Towering over you. "Again." He simply said and you glanced over to the trainer, then you looked up at him. You were going to say something to him, but you decided against it, and you tried again. And you failed. When you once again couldn't do it, that was the breaking point for both you and him. "Look." He stood behind you. Pressing his body to yours. His arms wrapped around you. Putting you in the hold. Your breath hitching as he was suddenly so close to you. "You feel this? This is how it is supposed to be. This is how your stance and hold need to be. Once you have them in this, you simply lean back." He said and he held onto you for a second longer before he moved back.

"Leave." He told the trainer, and he did that. Now it was just the two of you in the gym because it was so late. "Come on. Try it on me." He moved his hand in a beckoning way. Motioning for you to come over to him. You glanced around the room before you looked at him. Looking at his arms in that tank top. You walked over to him. Standing behind him. You put your arms around him, and he immediately shook his head. "Tighten your hold." He grabbed your hands and made you hold your hands tighter. He then kicked your feet. "Spread your legs a little more. Bend your knees." You did so and he watched you closely. Looking at your body. Feeling your hold. He slowly nodded and he looked over his shoulder to you. "Better. It still needs a lot of work though."

When you heard him say that, you scoffed and shook your head as you let go of him. He furrowed his eyebrows and he turned and looked at you. "Is there a problem?" He took a step forward. Getting closer to you. "Yeah. Yeah, there is actually." You turned toward him so you could look up at him. The both of you had your hands on your hips. Standing tall and staring at each other. Trying to intimate the other. "I can't do the move and you know it. It's not my style. It's not how I wrestle. It doesn't work with my character. It's not what I'm built for." The irritation grew as you went on.

"You're right. You have the character, you can work a mic, you can put up a hell of a fight, you can't do the power moves... but I'm trying to change that. That's the whole damn reason I'm training you. To make it so you can do it in your sleep." He raised his voice a little bit and inched closer to you. The both of you were boiling.

"I can win matches with acrobatic attacks and fast combinations."

"You really think your little cartwheels and flips are gonna win you every match? I can tell you, it won't. You need the power moves. You need that strength."

The two of you kept getting closer and closer. Getting in each other's faces. The heat between the two of you starting to burn. He looked down at you, narrowing his eyes at you. He then grabbed you by your waist. Pulling you towards him until your small frame was pressed up against his big frame. Your hands going to his toned arms. His breath hitting your neck. "Let me tell you something...; this isn't gymnastics. You're not in college anymore. You're in professional wrestling and you need to start acting like it."

His grip was tight, and his words stung. He talked down to you as he mentioned your past of being a gymnast in college. He was slowly taking it to far and he knew it. But yet he said the words. He kept pushing you. "There are other ways things be done." You whispered and you tilted your head up so you could look at him better. You were getting more frustrated the longer this went on. But... you were also getting turned on. And that made you even more mad. The fact that that sharp stare and tight grip was getting to you. He was so close to you, and he was simmering with anger. Which only made him hotter.

And, the same goes for you. He could see the rage in your eyes. He could feel your curves. The sweat dripping down your body and your heavy breathing wasn't helping. He wanted to pin you down right now. He wanted to teach you lesson. He wanted to kiss every inch of your body and bury his face between your legs. But you were his student. He was training you. He knew it would be inappropriate. As badly as he just wanted to take you right here and now, he fought against it. He looked at you for long moment, then he nodded, and he stepped back. Holding his hands up in a defeated way.

"Fine. Be mediocre. Half ass it just like your Daddy did and never live up to anything." And that was it. That was when he took it too far. He just stepped over the line, and he immediately regretted his words the second he said them. He could see the hurt in your eyes.

"So, that's it. That's the game you're going to play. All that chitchat, that, that night we spent talking for hours, opening up to each other, you're going to use it against me." You paused for a moment. "I can't believe I was stupid enough to think you were being genuine. You, you know..., you really are a coward." You looked at him for a moment, then you got out of the ring. Grabbing your bag. You started to get ready to leave. You weren't going to give him the satisfaction of reacting. But what you didn't know was that this was worse than you just reacting and lashing out. "Y/n wait." He got out of the ring, and he came over to your side.

"I think we've had a full day. I need some rest." You spoke and you didn't look at him. This worried him and he tilted his head. Trying to look into your eyes. He knew he messed up. "Let me take you home." He offered, but you shook your head. "I'll walk." You put your bag over your shoulder, and you walked away without another word. He watched as you left and once you walked out the door, he cussed and kicked the closest thing to him. He knew he made a mistake. He knew he pushed you too far today. He did what he thought was best. Trying to help you. He sees the potential you have. Your already an incredible wrestler and he knows you could be even better. He knows you can be the best female wrestler on the roster. With the character you came up with and your abilities, he has no doubt that you can be the greatest there is. That you will quickly rise to fame and the crowd love you. He can see that, so he pushes you. He can't help but think about that as he drives and once he gets home, he gets in shower. His mind continuing to go wild as the hot water runs down his body. With a frustrated sigh. He shut the water off and he wasn't out of the shower long when he heard a knock at his door.

Furrowing his eyebrows confused. He wrapped a towel around his waist, and he went to answer the door. When he did, he was surprised to see you. You were still in the clothes you had on earlier. You were also just as sweaty, and you were panting. Your breath heavy. Your chest rising and falling with each breath. Before he could say a word, before he could ask you why you were here, you leaned up and kissed him. Standing on your tip toes and your fingers lacing through his hair as you deeply kissed him. Your action completely caught him off guard. He was in shock. His body tense and his eyes wide, but then he started to relax. His body melting, his eyes closing. Wrapping his hands around your waist. Pulling you to him so that your bodies were pressed together. His lips moving with yours. Kissing you deeply. You finally pulled away and you looked at him. The both of you breathing heavy after the long passionate kiss.

The two of just looked into each other's eyes. Knowing that what you just did was something that the both of you has wanted and something that has building between the two of you for so long. Then, your eyes traveled down and you softly gasped. Seeing water dripping down his abs. His toned body glistening. You noticed the towel around his waist. His v line. Fuck, his v line. Your thoughts were interrupted though when you felt his lips on yours again. Kissing you deeply. His hands traveled down your body until they were at the back of your thighs. He lifted you up. Your legs wrapping around his waist and your arms going around his broad shoulders. He kicked the door with his foot, closing it. Doing all of this while kissing you. Carrying you to his bedroom. Once he entered the room, he put you down. Kissing your lips one last time before he pulled away. Quickly pulling your tank top off of you and throwing it. Then he peeled your sprots bra off of your sweaty body.

He let out a low moan as he saw your chest. His hands slowly moving up your waist until he held your beast. Gently massaging them. He picked you up again and he laid you down on his bed. His lips going to your neck. Kissing and biting at your skin. He slowly made his way further down. Kissing your collar bones. Then he started kissing your chest. Licking your nipple. Making a chill run down your spin and a soft moan leave your lips. He played with your breast as he gently sucked at them. Looking up at you. At your face that was scrunched in pleasure. At your body that was arching and your nails digging into the sheets of his bed. He let go of your breast with a pop from his mouth. Then he suddenly grabbed your legs and pulled you to the edge of the bed. Standing over you, looking down at you with lush filled eyes. He grabbed your pants and he started to pull them down. Pulling your underwear off with them. He rubbed his hands up and down your legs for a moment before he dropped down to his knees on the floor. "Spread your legs for me sweetheart." He ordered you and did as you were told. Spreading your legs for him.

"Good girl." His voice was soothing and you softly gasped. Looking down at him as he started to kiss your thighs. Letting his lips drag against your skin. His arms came up and he wrapped them around your thighs. Holding you in place. He licked up your lips once. Making your body shiver. He chuckled and without any more teasing, he dived into you. His tongue rubbing circles on your clit. Making your stomach twist and your eyes roll to the back of your head. But that overwhelming pleasure you were feeling got worse when he started to gently suck on your clit. Making your legs shake and your body tingle with pleasure. It was so overwhelming but in the best way possible. He was sucking your clit just right, making you feel amazing. Doing everything just right. Touching and licking in the most perfect way. His tongue starting to quicken as he rubbed fast circles with his tongue on your clit. Then, he slowed it down a little bit and moved down.

His tongue starting to lick your entrance. Doing fast up and down motions. A loud moan leaving your lips. Moaning his name and trying to grind your hips but his hold on you keeps you in place as he eats you out like you're his last meal. His mouth working and working until your panting and your body won't stop shaking. When he knows your close, he slows his movements down. Then he comes to stop. When he raises up, he licks his lips. Looking down at you with seductive eyes. You raised up. Kissing his stomach. You grabbed the towel on his waist, and you pulled it off of him. Tossing it to the ground. You looked up at him as you started to stroke his cock with your hand. Licking up his long cock with your tongue. Kissing the tip. Just as you were about to take him in your mouth, he tilted your head up. Stopping you. "I want to come inside you." His words were almost a whisper and before you could react, he stood you up. Giving you a kiss. Y'all's tongues clashing for a moment. Being able to taste yourself on his lips. He pulled away and he opened the drawer to the bedside table. Grabbing a condom.

He teared it open with his teeth. His lips meeting yours again for a deep passionate kiss as he pushed the condom down on his cock. Then he turned the two of you. Laying down on the bed and pulling you down on top of him. Putting you on his lap. With one hand on your hip, he used his other hand to push his cock into you. The both of you letting out a moan as he rested his hands on your hips and guided you down until he bottomed out in you. Completely filling you up. Your walls clenching around him. You started to slowly grind your hips against him. Moaning and letting your head fall back in pleasure. Keeping your movements slow but steady. Riding his cock. His and your breath getting heavier. Your stomach whirling with pleasure and his cock twitching.

His hands traveled up your body. Letting you ride him how you want. His hands going up to your chest. Toying with your breast for a moment before his hands traveled back down your body. His hands finding a home on your ass. Giving it a light slap before he gently gripped it. Looking down at your hips moving in a forward and backwards motion. His climax building and yours too. You looked down at him. The two of you looking into each other eyes. As you looked at him, you decided to change up your game. Lifting up your hips and starting to bounce on his cock. He let out a strained groan as he gripped your ass harder. Your action making him more flustered. Your walls clenching around him again. His cock throbbing inside of you. Seeing your breast bounce each time you dropped down on his cock. Your moans filling the room. It was starting to get to him. He was getting dangerously close to his climax.

And you were to. His actions from earlier starting to catch up with you. Your climax building again. Your walls clenching around him even more and you started to bounce on him even faster. "Come with me sweetheart." He spoke and after a few more moments, the both of you were coming. Him filling the condom full and you soaking his cock. Your cum running down him. The both of you were breathless now and you laid by his side. The both of you taking a moment to catch your breath. Sitting in silence. But it wasn't awkward. It was nice. And you sat in this moment for a while until he turned his head to look at you. A shine of mischief in his eyes.

"Again?" He said with a big cocky grin, and you smiled. Once he saw that smile, he hoisted you up in his arms and he went into the bathroom with you.

[crowleysgirl56]

Ok, hear me out: Good Omens Human AU: WWE professional wrestling.

Has anyone done this yet? Ok, here is my stream of consciousness:

I imagine Crowley to be the high flying, heartbreaking, stunt type character. Like a Jeff or Matt Hardy, or a Shaun Michaels. He’d be the young newcomer breaking out into the business, gaining massive popularity, adored by the fans and potentially the new face of the business.

Aziraphale would be a more established, professional, and experienced performer. He’d been old school, like a pure striker, but also maybe slightly flamboyant like a Ric Flair or Dusty Rhodes. He’d be initially skeptical of Crowley’s character and disapprove of the suggested changes to the business. He doesn’t want to move with the times and stuck in his golden era ways.

Plot points:

Enemy to lovers - Aziraphale would be annoyed with the idea of Crowley being “the new guy” not playing by the rules, but over time comes to appreciate what he can bring to the business and also admire his immense talent. Crowley would be annoyed with an “old” fuddy duddy unwilling to move with the times or diversify for the sake of the business, but comes to appreciate Aziraphale’s experience and encouragement and what he can learn from him.

Road to Wrestlemania - obviously they’d have to face off in the main event as their characters would continue to be sworn enemies.

Secret relationship - this would develop and deepen over time, and they would be terrified of it being revealed and breaking kayfabe. How could they possibly overcome the media and scrutiny. Possible themes of homophobia could be explored.

Alliances - Crowley would probably be part of some sort of team dynamic involving Beelzebub and maybe Shax and Dagon. Some kind of demonic themed characters.

Overcoming injury - Crowley might suffer a possible career ending injury, either sustained through interference from another jealous wrestler (Gabriel or Hastur?), or protecting Aziraphale from a dangerous move, or from Aziraphale failing to perform a choreographed stunt correctly. Each possibility would lead the subtext of the story in three different directions so not sure which would be best?

Bittersweet ending? - I imagine that either they would get to maintain their relationship but one or both their careers would end. Or they would keep their careers in tact but the relationship would end.

Thank you for reading my ramblings. Am I insane? (Probably)

(Was inspired because Wrestlemania was on the weekend and I apparently cannot separate Good Omens from any other aspect of my life now 🤣)

[coleskingdom]

Letting Someone Go

Adam Cole x F Reader

Minors DNI 18 + NSFW

@midwestmade29 @madhatterbri

Summary : Revenge and Sad Songs leads to betrayal

Coles POV

Finding her was never hard when Jay was out of town, she liked a drink and a country cover band at the place in town. She sat at the back by herself with her vodka and soda. She looked more relaxed when she wasn’t around him softer, prettier not that any of that mattered for my plan to work. Jay had made all of this personal, first with the concussion he gave me, then the constant condescension, and finally only half heartedly coming after me as if I wasn’t a threat to him. I needed to hurt him mentally, I needed to shatter his soul, to hit him in his known weakness her. She was going to be collateral damage.

My POV

I saw him when he walked in, this wasn’t Cole’s scene. I wondered what he wanted, why he was here. I kicked out a chair, “ Adam sit” I said cooly,” what do you want?” . His eyes showed a slight surprise I clearly had interrupted his thought process. “ what would Jay say about this? You asking me to sit“ the smirk on his face. “ I didn’t ask I’m pretty sure I told you.” my tone unamused. “ Besides, I do this thing called whatever I want. “ raising my drink at him. He didn’t need to know that I had just had a fight with Jay, that we’d been fighting for weeks. He sat down and flagged the waitress down for another round.

“So?” I said eyeing him, his brown hair slicked back into a pony tail, a black v neck shirt, jeans and boots. He was attractive always had been, his eyes a light blue, the lines around his eyes told me he laughed a lot.

Adam’s POV

Fuck, this isn’t going to be as easy as I thought. She’s waiting on me to say something . “ I thought I’d come out to have a drink” I said wondering if I could charm my way in. “Really?” She questioned “ This bar tonight? When I thought you were looking for little ol me” her over emphasized twang making me laugh. “ What? Why?” I asked “Oh I don’t know, Jay is my boyfriend, you have a vendetta against Jay, you want to get at him by irritating me.” She said “ That’s it isn’t it.” as my face was clearly shocked. “You’re all the fucking same.”

My POV

“You can have the table, I’m done.” anger rising. “I swear to God it never fucking stops. Between the time away , the travel, the kayfabe that turns into a shoot. It’s too fucking much. I can’t even come out for a drink and a sad fucking song without his shit following me. Fuck.” Adam’s face fell, “ Hey, I’m sorry” he said his tone sincere, “Are you okay?” “If I wasn’t why would I tell you?” Wiping a tear from my eye. “No, I’m not okay. I just wanted a drink, to get away from all of the bullshit.”. taking a swig of my drink. “ How about a dance?” he said “ Your serious?”I said looking at him quizzically. He offered his hand, I accepted even if it was the worst dance ever it’d be funny. He led me to the dance floor the band started a cover of “PBR promenade ” he pulled me close and he led me in a two step, he didn’t say anything just led me across the dance floor.

Adam’s POV

There it was her walls coming down, I danced her across the floor. A little spin, my hand appropriately placed with just enough pressure to seem like I was enjoying this. Nothing like a soundtrack of cheating and heartbreak songs as a sound track to this plan, maybe it makes it easier, the idea of lost love, dreaming of someone else than who you’re with. She does feel good in my arms , she’s feisty but just wants someone to meet her half way. Her soft clean perfume, made me pull her closer, as the song ended. I held her a little bit longer. “ Thanks for the dance “ she said pulling away, her face a mix of emotions. “No problem” I said my hand lingering in hers. “ What’s one more dance?” pulling her back in, she nestled her head on my shoulder,I heard her sigh. My head and heart at war with each other. “You’re okay” I don’t know if the words whispered were for her or me. I felt her tears on my shirt, the words of the song hitting her , the only lyrics I heard were her soft breath and sighs as she pulled me closer.

My POV

“You can't lie to yourself

After loving something true

And I've never loved a soul

Quite the way that I loved you

You told me you despise

Everything that I've become

How we always turn into

Everything we're running from”

Why did he feel so good and why did I not feel guilty ? I’m crying in the shoulder of the last person I should be, but he’s here, and his hands feel good. It’s just a dance I can leave as soon as the songs over. I can tell Jay I danced with him, I can tell him he won’t be happy. He smells good, he’s so warm.

“Take it slow as you leave me

Don't you go home this evening

With someone

You're acting like is me

And I will try my hardest darling

Wait on a star that's falling

And I will wait so desperately

One thing I have quickly come to know

Nothing kills you slower than

Letting someone go”

The song ended, the last line of the song, the double meaning as I let go of his hand. Walking from the dance floor, grabbing my purse and out the front door of the bar. I got to my truck, I couldn’t breathe. I heard his footsteps, “I can’t let you leave like this” Adam’s voice soft, “let me drive you home.” his hand soft on my face. I looked into his blue eyes, there was a sadness there I recognized. I kissed him, his mouth reluctant,before giving in and pushing me up against my car as his body pressed closer into mine.

Adam’s POV

“Listen, I need to tell you something” I said needing to tell her what my plan was, I needed absolution from this. “ I don’t care, whatever it is I don’t care” she said cutting me off. Kissing me again wrapping her arms around my neck. If she doesn’t care then who am I to force the issue it’s what I came here to do. I kiss her deeper bringing her as close to me as I can. “ Honey, we can stay here, I can take you home, or you can come home with me.” In her ear.

My POV

I should just go home, I should just go home but why does he feel so good? Jay would forgive anyone but him, I’m not going to delude myself into thinking he wouldn’t find out. He presses me further against the truck, parting my legs with his, kisses move down my jaw, and to my ear I barely recognize the noises coming out of my own mouth. “Adam, truck please” he moved me barely catching my breathe to the side as he opened the truck door and climbed in the drivers side, he chuckled and smiled as he looked at me as he moved the bench seat back before helping me up and settle on his lap. Face to face in the truck it feels more intimate than it should, he kisses me again bringing me back to the moment and my overwhelming desire for him.

“Honey , you’re gonna be the death of me” as he bucked his hips in to me making me whimper. He continues his ministrations kissing down my jaw and neck as I grind against his lap, the combination of his jeans and the seam of my shorts the friction on my clit was addictive. I reached around and pulled his hair down. As I pulled away from his mouth on my neck reaching for the hem of his v neck, as I pulled it up over his head. His chiseled chest and arms further stoke the fire inside. He hums as I run my hands down his chest letting me take my time. “Honey, as pretty as you look in this top, I’m gonna need it gone as I’m much more interested in what’s underneath.” I raised my arms so that he could take it off.

"Honey you're fucking perfect," Adam pulls your hand that was going to cover yourself and places it between both your crotches onto his hard cock. You both moan out at the sensation. Adam reaches up to unbutton your shorts and you aid him in pulling them down and tossing them to rest with your discarded shirts. Only the black lace thong remained. The phone rang in my purse but I ignored it.

Adam’s fingers toyed with the edge of my panties before he pulled my panties to the side to catch a glimpse of your wetness.

"All for you Adam," Adams whole body audibly twitched at that admission and he pulled me in by the back of the head for another deep kiss with his hand that wasn't between my legs. As you kissed messily with your free hands palming over his length Adam increased his speed and plunged his middle finger into you. I moaned against his mouth at the intrusion and whimpered trying to find something coherent to say.

"Adam please I'm so close,"

"I know honey, please cum for me." Adam begged whilst he circled my clit once more with his thumb. Feeling myself clench around him Adam repeated his actions over and over as I moved against him as pleasure overcame me. Breathing hard. I kissed him, parting from the kiss, he stuck his fingers in his mouth and licked them clean. His blue eyes focusing on mine as the phone rang again. “ You probably should get that , he’s gonna keep calling.” his cocky tone bringing the gravity of what we just did to the forefront of my mind. I dug for the phone and tried to get off his lap his hands held my hips in place.

I answered “ Hey Jay, sorry I didn’t hear the phone in the bar.” trying to compose my voice, Adam mouthed put it on speaker, I mouthed no . He reached for the phone and hit the speaker button. Adam heard Jays explanation for the fight and the generic I’m sorry. Adam bucked up into me causing a laugh curse moan to fall from my lips. “Are you okay he asked?” his voice concerned. “I’m tipsy, and I just kind of tripped.” trying to not moan again. He chastised me for being out tipsy, that I should be more careful. “I’ve got to go, we will talk when you get back.” as Adam found the place on my neck. I hung up the phone finally releasing the breath I held. “Oh Honey, did you think I was going to say something?” I nodded, “ Why would I do that? When your neck has the imprint of my lips on it.” his cocky tone replacing the soft sweet tone, that he’d used earlier. I got off of his lap and put back on my clothes refusing to meet his eyes. “Honey don’t be that way, we had fun, I know you did. “his grin caused a shiver down my spine. “This is all up to you, you can tell him break his heart, I can tell him, or I’ll make a one time offer we don’t tell him and we do this again sometime.” his voice fully composed and with an edge. “Adam” my voice pleading with him not sure what I was agreeing to. “ I’m gonna say you’re gonna pick the first or last option, no need to answer now. You’re too feisty to let me be the one to do it, but you do have a self preservation instinct. However , I think you liked this more than you’re going to admit” as he reached for his shirt putting it back on. “Get out” refusing to look at him. “ Honey, I’m going” he turned my face to his and kissed me again deeply and possessive before getting out of the truck and shutting the door. I didn’t know what I was going to do. As I started the truck and drove away.

Adam’s POV

The mix of emotions that were warring inside was not what I expected. I expected to feel satisfied instead, I missed her, and realized that I wouldn’t hurt her, even if it furthered my goal. Though something told me she’d be back as I watched her peel out of the parking lot.

Song list

PBR Promenade American Aquarium

Letting Someone Go Zach Bryan

Something in the Orange Zach Bryan

Sun To Me Zach Bryan

City Lights American Aquarium

[gemzies]

Title: Ex-Miss

Relationship(s): Finn Balor | Prince Devitt/Seth Rollins | Tyler Black (past), Finn Balor | Prince Devitt/Kyle O'Reilly (Mentioned), Becky Lynch | Rebecca Knox/Seth Rollins | Tyler Black (mentioned)

Characters: Finn Balor | Prince Devitt, Seth Rollins | Tyler Black

Additional Tags: Hurt/Comfort, Unexpected Conversations, discussions of past betrayals, comforting an ex-boyfriendOld Feelings, Closure, understanding the truce is probably short lived but not caring, set prior to the December 18 2023 episode of Raw, hastily written and barely proof read and I apologize, Kayfabe Compliant (for the most part at least)

Summary: Seth was feeling festive as he wandered off into the arena to plan what he wanted to say during his promo that night.

Festive enough, apparently, to offer comfort to the ex-boyfriend who had tried to destroy him just a few months prior.

[thlayli-ra]

Would you offer your throat to the wolf?

Rating: Explicit

Pairing: Drew McIntyre/CM Punk

Characters: CM Punk, Drew McIntyre

Chapters: 1/2

Words: 6,157

Tags and warnings: Graphic depictions of violence, Hunter/prey AU, Hunted for sport, Predator/prey, Predator!Drew, Prey!Punk, Abduction, Blood and torture, Hurt no comfort, Obsessive behaviour (tags will be updated when needed)

Summary: 'So here's how this is going to go; you start running like hell, I'll give you, what? An hour? Hour and a half? To get as far away from me as possible. Then... when you're time is up...'

He lifted the rifle up, peering through the scope to capture his bedraggled prisoner in his crosshairs.

Admiring the whites of his panicked eyes when he mimicked the sound of gunfire under his breath.