Shar? (Adam’s Version) | MET ADAM 07/11

• twenty three • metalcore enthusiast • Adam Copeland, Oli Sykes, and Will Ospreay apologist • wrestling • seeing MCR 08/21

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Adam Copeland

P*RNSTAR *

Older *

Guys My Age (feat. Christian Cage) *

Will Ospreay

One Of The Girls *

Who Do You Want (feat. Jon Moxley) *

Love On The Brain *

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Some photos of me from a year ago

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It would be amazing if he at least appeared in Michigan

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Love On The Brain - W.O.

Pairing: Will Ospreay x Female! Reader

Synopsis: One Tuesday night at your local Nando’s, you have an encounter with a charming Essex British man. You’d never thought that night would change your entire life.

Rating: Mature

Warnings: fluff, smut, first time meeting with Will, very brief mentioning of an injury, heavy makeouts, dirty talk, some praising, use of the names ‘’love’’ and ‘’darling’’, fingering, unprotected p in v.

Word Count: 2.7k+

You’d never thought your local Nando’s would change your life.

It was a random week night when you finally decided to go out and try a new restaurant that was local near you.

The aroma of peri-peri chicken and warm spices wrapped around you like a familiar hug as you stepped into Nando’s. The Tuesday night still felt young, the kind where the fluorescent lights felt a little too bright and the tables half empty. You seated yourself at a corner booth with your laptop perched onto the table and a lemon-and-herb chicken hoping for an hour of peace before the dreadful work week swallowed you whole again.

 

You didn’t notice him at first. Not until he walked past your table carrying a tray piled high with extra-hot wings, macho peas, and a side of fries. Tall, broaded-shoulder, that signature slicked back brunette hair that were once blinded curls and the kind of high energy that came from owning every room he entered.

He instantly caught you staring, a slow crooked boyish grin spread across his face.

“Alright?” he asked softly, voice warm with that unmistakable Essex accent. “You look like you need some company, yeah?”

You let out a low laugh, cheeks heating from embarrassment. “Maybe I do, maybe I don’t. But sure, come on over.”

He walked around the corner booth and sat down next to you, but not too close just to keep the vibe friendly.

“So, what brings you here to the one and only lovely Nando’s all by your lonely little self?” he asked, his blue ocean eyes twinkling as his focus was on you.

“Just to find some peace and quiet before my usual work week takes over,” you told him. “Work has been dreadful for me, I work as an office assistant.”

He smiled gently, nodding his head in approval.

“Office assistant, huh? I work as a full time professional wrestler, the company All Elite Wrestling as I call it.” he said with joy. “I’ve been carrying the company on my back for about a few years now, wrestling is actually my superpower.”

You were in awe at his sudden confession, you grabbed a piece of your lemon-and-herb chicken and took a bite out of it before continuing to carry on the conversation.

“That’s amazing,” you replied, studying his facial expression and the way he carried himself with such confidence and dedication into what he was doing. “What’s your name, by the way?” 

“Will,” he began, “Will Ospreay. Almost everyone around here knows who I am. Even when I’m not in the ring or cutting cheeky promos backstage.”

You told him your name as well. The two of you sat there like old friends and had a conversation about your dreams, accomplishments, and what you’d hope for the future.

It hit past midnight. You and Will were already on your way out of the restaurant.

“Here’s my number if you ever need someone to talk to,” he handed you a small piece of paper with his phone number written on it. “It was so nice to meet you, love. Don’t be a stranger.”

The word love made you blush, although knowing that British men had their own special way of communicating. You grabbed the piece of paper from him and extended a hand out to shake his.

“And it was nice to meet you, Will. We’ll definitely be in touch.”

The first month was careful, yet almost shy.

Will became a regular fixture at your and his Nando’s. He’d text you when he was in town between wrestling shows, short but teasing messages that made your phone light up at odd hours.

The regular conversations the two of you had slowly began to turn something into more personal, but not yet all the way. You and Will kept it light, sometimes with a hint of flirting.

“Wings or thighs? Don’t say both, liar.” He texted you one night, your fingers tracing across the screen as you and him were debating on which chicken was better.

“I’d say thighs,” you texted back. “But definitely not the ones where they’re too coated.”

The typing bubble came instantly. You were alone in your apartment living room with the distant blaring of the TV playing in the background.

“Good choice,” He typed back. “Although I’m still gonna have to say wings, but only the hot ones of course.”

You smiled to yourself. You knew Will was going to be someone special to you despite the chemistry the both of you already had.

You’d meet him at his wrestling shows after your shift. Sometimes he’d show up with a fresh bruise blooming across his arm from the match the night before. You’d tease him about it while stealing his halloumi fries off of his plate. He’d take the teasing in return by flicking peri-peri sauce at your nose.

What turned out to be innocent conversations stretched long after the food went cold and was forgotten. He’d tell you stories about the adrenaline crash after big shows, the strong ache in his body that quite seemingly never left. You told him about your dead-end office job, the way the city felt like it was dead and depressing. He listened to you like you were the most interesting person in the world.

On a rare occasion when the two of you would meet, he’d show up with light and visible bruises around different parts of his body but not being ashamed of doing what he was passionate about. He told you another story of when his neck got broken at one of his hometown shows, you were scared for him in a way, but admired his strong efforts into making his dream come true.

One night, rain hammering in the windows, he walked you to your car under his green and white jacket after the show had ended for him. Your shoulders lightly brushed against each other. His hand hovered near the small of your back, inches away from touching.

“You’re trouble, you know that?” he murmured, voice low and into that Essex drawl.

You looked up at him, heart thudding into your chest. “Trouble, how?”

His facial expression formed into a soft and gentle smile, but a little helpless. “Because I keep wanting to see you even when I should be sleeping off jet lag from my very busy schedule.”

He kept the vibe friendly and just right. He gave your hand a reassuring squeeze once before letting go.

“But I have to go now as well, I’ll see you soon darling.”

You watched him turn his back and walk away. You smiled to yourself, knowing this friendship was going to be something more.

As the months passed, the slow growth of your friendship had become a steady flame.

You started seeing each other outside Nando’s. Almost daily coffee runs when he was home. Late-night drives where he blast his favorite music, bands like Oasis and One Ok Rock.

The song “Wonderwall” by Oasis pounded through the speakers of his car, the night became young but yet longing. His hand stilled on the steering wheel, with his hand inches away from your thigh enough to keep you in check.

You glanced over at him singing with purpose, a grin appeared on your face as you watched him in awe. You and Will drove through the city lights, not giving a care about anything else in the world.

To what felt to you for like hours the two of you spent in the car joking and laughing made time stop. You were enjoying his company, as what an ordinary friend would do.

Every now and then, he would glance back over at you and onto the road. His hand daringly inches closer to resting on your thigh.

‘’We should stop for a moment,’’ he announced.

He turned by a side street, pulling over and parking. He turned the engine off and turned his undivided attention towards you.

“I wanted to tell you something these last couple of months that we’ve known each other,” he started, “Ever since I’ve met you, you’ve brought nothing but joy into my life. The first night I saw you at Nando’s, I knew something within us was going to spark.”

You gazed deeply into his gorgeous blue eyes, his hand slowly creeping up to meet yours. He finally held your hand into his and interlocked his fingers into yours.

“But you deserve to know the truth about how I’m really feeling about you, love. I’m catching real feelings for you.”

A sudden moment of silence abrupted, your fingers lightly grazed over his calloused knuckles as your eyes met his. You smiled in response.

“I think I feel it too, Will.” you finally spoke, “That night at Nando’s changed my life for the better, I’m so lucky to have someone like you in my life and I wouldn’t ask for better.”

His eyes fixated on your lips, and then your face searching for approval. He finally pulled you flush against him and kissed you with deep, pure intentions.

Your body responded back, his hands traveled through your hair as his tongue traced the seam of your lips, asking. You opened for him with a shaky exhale, earning a low groan from him the sound sending heat straight to you.

The kiss began to grow hotter and wetter. His tongue slid against yours in gentle, deliberate strokes — teasing, exploring, claiming. He pulled you closer onto his lap in the driver’s seat, reclining it back for room for the both of you.

You straddled his large thighs, his hand traveling down to your ass, giving it a playful squeeze. Will’s breathing grew heavy, the growing bulge in his joggers swelled underneath you making you moan.

He flipped the both of you into the backseat of his SUV and hovered his bigger body over you. He helped you out of your shirt, followed by your bra shortly after.

“Been thinking of how well you’d come apart for me,” he panted against your skin, placing kisses along your shoulder blades. His thumb circled around your sensitive nipple, taking it in his mouth while he lightly sucked on it.

Your back slightly arched off the seat, your hands found their way into strands of his dark slicked back hair. He groaned above you, his fingers hooking themselves under the waist band of your pants pulling them off in a swift motion.

“Tell me you’ve been wanting this too, darling.” he said, his eyes searching for yours.

“I want this with you, Will.” you replied in between moans, “I want you to make me come apart.”

He wasted no time in unhooking your panties over your legs, the cool air hitting your drenched core. You let out a low whimper, he shedded his own clothes off while he drank the disheveled yet addicting sight of you in.

He glided his finger up your puffy slick folds, lightly teasing it before plunging it inside curving it against the velvety walls of your g-spot. Your thoughts went blank for a split second as you moaned aloud, your thighs beginning to tremble.

“This wet for me already?’’ he smirked against your warm skin, chuckling lowly. ‘’Cute.’’

Will began to pump his finger at a steady rhythm, adding another to stretch you out perfectly. Your thighs parted, moans pouring from your lips as you ached desperately for him.

He savored every slick sound, every clench of your walls around him. His calloused fingertips dragged against the sensitive spot inside you, drawing your orgasm out.

‘’That’s it,’’ he praised along your lips, voice wrecked. ‘’Taking my fingers so well, love. So fucking tight and wet. This pretty cunt was made for me, wasn’t it?’’

You could only nod, your orgasm arising. Your forehead was pressed to his as he worked you open more.

Your legs splayed wider across his lap, feeling his hardness against your thighs. The position was messy and cramped, but it made everything more intense.

Rain suddenly began to ponder down the windows. The car smelt like earth, arousal, and the leftover spice the two of you had at the restaurant.

He kissed you through it all — deep, devouring kisses that matched with the pace of his fingers. He fucked you with his fingers faster, curling relentlessly against that spongy ridge inside you, pressing with devastating precision.

Broken moans erupted out of your throat, louder now, as pleasure built higher. His breathing became ragged, one of his thumbs circled around your clit.

‘’Gonna come for me like this first?’’ he growled, applying pressure. ‘’I want to feel you soak my hand, love. Let go for me.’’

It crashed you over the edge, convulsating hard around his fingers as the orgasm hit you like a freight train, He kept kissing you through it, murmuring praise – ‘’Good girl.. So beautiful when you come apart for me’’ while his fingers slowly paced inside you but didn’t stop the movement.

He withdrew his fingers, a thin string of your arousal coating them. He brought them up to his mouth, his broad tongue swirling around them with a lustful groan.

His blue orbs bore into yours, his eyes filled with want and desire. He pulled you up flushed against his body to kiss you again, his hot mouth claiming yours as he let you taste yourself on his tongue.

‘’Need to be inside you,’’ he rasped, flipping you onto your stomach. He slightly held you up off of the backseat, kicking your legs apart to be fully exposed for him.

The flushed dark tip nudged at your entrance, his hands gripping either side of your hips hard enough to bruise. Your knees shook, he aligned himself up rubbing the thick head through your slick folds before slowly pushing in.

The stretch was intense. Inch by inch he sank into your pussy, both of you moaning at the feeling. He bottomed out, but held still letting you adjust.

Then he started moving.

It began slow — long dragging strokes against every sensitive spot inside you. The car began to rock gently in sync with his thrusts, his free hand gently wrapped around locks of your hair pulling your head back.

‘’Fuck, darling… you feel incredible.’’ he groaned, the Essex accent drawn deeper. ‘’So hot and tight around my cock.’’

Will guided you, spreading you open wider with every thrust. His cock continued to stroke deeper along your walls as pornographic moans split from you.

‘’Look at you, love… taking every inch like a good girl.’’

‘’You’re so deep– fuck, Will–’’

‘’That’s right,’’ he growled, breath falling hot on your neck, ‘’Say my name while I fuck you senseless.’’

The pace continued frantically, the rolling of his hips grew harder, deeper, the wet slap of skin and your shared moans filled the car. His chest was mounted to your back, his breathing quickened while he reached down to rub your clit in firm circles.

Pleasure crashed through you like waves, coiling tighter with every deep deliberate plunge of his cock. Your legs shook violently as he held your body up.

‘’Come on my cock, darling. Want to feel you milk every last drop out of me.’’

You came hard the second time, riding the highs of your orgasm with your walls clenching rhythmically around him. He chased his own orgasm moments later with a rough guttural groan, sheathing himself fully as he spilt inside you, hips stuttering through his release.

For a long while afterward, the only sounds known in the room were your deep breathing and the gentleness of the rain. Will gently withdrew himself from you and pulled you into his lap.

His arms enveloped around your waist, his head resting against your shoulder placing a soft and tender kiss to it. You smiled in return, his fingers tracing along your curves.

‘’Stay with me tonight,’’ he whispered, ‘’No more pretending this is just casual. I want to have something real with you, love.’’

‘’I’m yours, Will.’’ you replied, your hand interlocking into his.

What was meant to be a random Tuesday night at Nando’s would become something more meaningful and magical. 

And after all, Will Ospreay was going to be the one for you.

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Reblogging to reach more people

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Got to finally meet Erick Rowan, best moment ever!

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- made in hell but make it cute

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NOT ADAM AND CHRISTIAN LAYING LIKE THIS

THE BOYFRIENDS

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I’m sorry but why did this make me laugh like the looks on their faces 😭 (anyway stan the Canadian DILFS)

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- in a dreamy state of mind 💗✨

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It's Okay Love - Will Ospreay x reader

The bright lights of the stadium felt too bright as Will's match finished. The cheering crowd made my ears feel like they were going to explode from all the noise.

I push my way through the crowd to get backstage and to Will's locker room before the overstimulation could set in within my head and chest. The panic of everything being too much starts to crowd my brain as I attempt to fight it off.

I enter Will's locker room at tears stream down my cheeks.

"Love?" The distinct Essex accent rings in my ears and my tear-filled eyes meet his bright orbs.

"Hey what's got my Love in tears?" He asks, concern dripping in his tone as he pulls me into his arms.

"Too much." I mumble.

"Aw Love, did the stadium and crowd overstimulate you?" He asks gently while caressing my back.

I nod into his chest as the tears continue to fall at the overwhelming feeling that consumes my body.

"It's okay Love. I'm here now. Let me change quickly and then we can go to our hotel room. Does that sound good little Love?"

"Yes please." I sniffle.

We enter our hotel room 45 minutes later and Will helps me change into one of his large shirts.

"I'm really sorry." I whisper into his chest.

"Why are you sorry?"

"Because you just won against Darby and I ruined your celebration by having a meltdown."

Will lifts my chin so I meet his gaze.

"Love, don't you ever apologise to me for being overstimulated by a situation. I know how it feels and I would never be upset or angry at you for it. If I'm being completely honest I was also getting overstimulated in the arena because of the lights and cheering so I'm glad that we both didn't feel like going out and celebrating because I always prefer our comfort Greek food, movie night and cuddles."

I smile up at him before leaning up to place a kiss on his soft lips.

"That plan sounds great."

"Good 'cause I already ordered the food." He smiles brightly.

"I love you so much Love and I never ever want you to feel bad about being overstimulated because it's normal when things get too much. I signed up for it from the moment you told me and I promised to always be here."

"I love you too Will Ospreay and I am so proud of you for your win tonight. Thank you for being here to help me through the overstimulation."

"Always Love."

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Another cute fic!! I love how you write for Will, especially the part where you put “the distinct Essex accent rings in my ears and my tear-filled eyes meet his bright orbs” I loved this a lot!! Amazing job ❤️

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First Time - Christian Cage x virgin reader

18+ Minors DNI!!!

I enter Christian's house timidly, nervous about what I'm mentally preparing to admit to him and then ask of him. Christian and I have been together for 4 months at this stage and are yet to be intimate. Hence why I'm so nervous because I haven't had sex yet.

Before I can continue down the rabbit hole of thoughts, Christian's voice rings in my ears.

"Sweets? Is that you?" He calls from the kitchen.

"Yeah Baby." I answer and make my way towards the direction of his voice.

"Hi Sweets." Christian says as I enter the kitchen and he embraces me and plants a kiss to my lips.

"Hey." I respond nervously after returning the kiss.

"You okay? You seem a little nervous." He asks as his hands caress my hips.

"I need to tell you something but I'm scared of how you're gonna react." I answer picking at my cuticles which Christian stops by holding my hands in his.

"No need to be nervous Sweets. It's alright just take your time."

"I'm a virgin." I blurt out.

Christian pauses for a moment to process what I've just told him.

"You were scared to tell me that you're a virgin?"

"Well yeah. You have 30 years and a child on me so you obviously know what you're doing in the bedroom. And you gotta have needs especially 4 months in-" I rant anxiously.

"Sweets take a breath. It's okay. If you want to do anything we can take it slow. I'm not going to pressure you into anything."

I take a deep breath and calm down.

"I want to but I'm scared because my lack of experience."

"We can take it slow Sweets. I'll talk you through it."

"I'd like that very much. I really want you to take my virginity."

"I can do that Sweets. You want me to take it now?"

Christian's hands move to my ass and he gropes it roughly as he trails his lips across my neck.

"Yes please."

"Sir. It's 'yes please sir'."

"Yes please Sir."

Christian guides us to his bedroom and slowly trails kisses along my body as he eases me out of my clothing. He pauses once he's on his knees, face in front of my bare cunt, looking up at me for my consent.

"Yes Sir. Please." I whine as I weave my fingers into his hair.

He shuffles forward and his tongue meets my clit after he spreads my lips apart with his thumbs.

"Oh fuck. That spot feels really good."

"This is your clitoris Sweets. It's real sensitive, that's why it feels so good. And this spot-"

He thrusts his fingers inside me and curls them into a spongy part inside me that feels just as good.

"-this is your g-spot." I whine as he sucks my clit harshly.

He pulls away quickly and I pout at the loss of contact.

"I want you to cum around me for your first time Sweets."

Christian guides me to the bed before he strips his clothing and climbs onto the bed after retrieving a condom.

"Are you sure you want this Sweets?"

"Yes please Sir. I want this and I want it to be you."

"Okay. This is going to hurt a bit alright. I need you promise that you'll tell me to stop if it gets too much."

"I promise Sir."

"Good girl."

Christian rolls on the condom and lines up his large cock with my entrance. He slowly begins to push in and the stretch burns as I try to accommodate his size.

"It hurts."

"I know Sweet girl. I'm sorry." He pauses and meets my teary gaze.

"Hold my hand Sweets." He interlaces our hands above my head and I nod to signal for him to continue.

He stretches my walls to the limit as I take inch after inch. He pauses briefly and moans as he bottoms out and my walls strangle his cock.

"Fuck Sweet girl, you're so tight and taking me so well. I know, I know I'm big but you're taking it so well. That's it just breathe. I won't move until you're ready."

"Move Sir please."

Christian slowly pulls out so just his tip remains inside before he pushes his length back inside.

"Fuck. More." I whine and he begins to build a steady pace.

Christian angles his hips so his tip collides with the spongy area he said was the g-spot.

"THERE!" I scream as his tip pounds against it.

"Here? Is this where you need me to hit Sweets? Need Sir to hit your g-spot over and over again?" He teases as he brings his free hand down to rub tight circles on my clit.

"OH Fuck." He moans as my walls choke his cock as they spasm in pleasure.

"Sir?"

"Yes Sweet girl."

"I feel a pressure in my lower stomach. Feels like something wants to explode."

"It's okay Sweets. That's a good thing. It means that I'm making you feel really good and that you're gonna cum soon. When that pressure feels too much just let go and let it happen. I promise it'll feel good." He squeezes my hand in reassurance and he continues pistoning his hips into mine.

The overwhelming pleasure builds and I let go like he said. My vision clouds white and I scream his name as my walls spasm violently around his cock.

"Fuck Sweet girl. That's it. Such a good girl for me."

Christian stills and we stay like that for a moment before he pulls out. He ties and tosses the condom in the bin before he carries me to the bathroom.

"Wha-"

"It's okay, we're just doing some aftercare. You need to pee to avoid any UTI's and once you do that I'll run us a hot bath and I'll get you all cleaned up. Afterwards I'll order us some food and we can relax for the evening. How's that sound?"

"It sounds perfect."

And it is.

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This is so awesome!! You did a great job as always :)) I really loved reading this one, I found it really cute especially with the reader’s first time with Christian. 1000/10!

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Love On The Brain - W.O.

Pairing: Will Ospreay x Female! Reader

Synopsis: One Tuesday night at your local Nando’s, you have an encounter with a charming Essex British man. You’d never thought that night would change your entire life.

Rating: Mature

Warnings: fluff, smut, first time meeting with Will, very brief mentioning of an injury, heavy makeouts, dirty talk, some praising, use of the names ‘’love’’ and ‘’darling’’, fingering, unprotected p in v.

Word Count: 2.7k+

You’d never thought your local Nando’s would change your life.

It was a random week night when you finally decided to go out and try a new restaurant that was local near you.

The aroma of peri-peri chicken and warm spices wrapped around you like a familiar hug as you stepped into Nando’s. The Tuesday night still felt young, the kind where the fluorescent lights felt a little too bright and the tables half empty. You seated yourself at a corner booth with your laptop perched onto the table and a lemon-and-herb chicken hoping for an hour of peace before the dreadful work week swallowed you whole again.

 

You didn’t notice him at first. Not until he walked past your table carrying a tray piled high with extra-hot wings, macho peas, and a side of fries. Tall, broaded-shoulder, that signature slicked back brunette hair that were once blinded curls and the kind of high energy that came from owning every room he entered.

He instantly caught you staring, a slow crooked boyish grin spread across his face.

“Alright?” he asked softly, voice warm with that unmistakable Essex accent. “You look like you need some company, yeah?”

You let out a low laugh, cheeks heating from embarrassment. “Maybe I do, maybe I don’t. But sure, come on over.”

He walked around the corner booth and sat down next to you, but not too close just to keep the vibe friendly.

“So, what brings you here to the one and only lovely Nando’s all by your lonely little self?” he asked, his blue ocean eyes twinkling as his focus was on you.

“Just to find some peace and quiet before my usual work week takes over,” you told him. “Work has been dreadful for me, I work as an office assistant.”

He smiled gently, nodding his head in approval.

“Office assistant, huh? I work as a full time professional wrestler, the company All Elite Wrestling as I call it.” he said with joy. “I’ve been carrying the company on my back for about a few years now, wrestling is actually my superpower.”

You were in awe at his sudden confession, you grabbed a piece of your lemon-and-herb chicken and took a bite out of it before continuing to carry on the conversation.

“That’s amazing,” you replied, studying his facial expression and the way he carried himself with such confidence and dedication into what he was doing. “What’s your name, by the way?” 

“Will,” he began, “Will Ospreay. Almost everyone around here knows who I am. Even when I’m not in the ring or cutting cheeky promos backstage.”

You told him your name as well. The two of you sat there like old friends and had a conversation about your dreams, accomplishments, and what you’d hope for the future.

It hit past midnight. You and Will were already on your way out of the restaurant.

“Here’s my number if you ever need someone to talk to,” he handed you a small piece of paper with his phone number written on it. “It was so nice to meet you, love. Don’t be a stranger.”

The word love made you blush, although knowing that British men had their own special way of communicating. You grabbed the piece of paper from him and extended a hand out to shake his.

“And it was nice to meet you, Will. We’ll definitely be in touch.”

The first month was careful, yet almost shy.

Will became a regular fixture at your and his Nando’s. He’d text you when he was in town between wrestling shows, short but teasing messages that made your phone light up at odd hours.

The regular conversations the two of you had slowly began to turn something into more personal, but not yet all the way. You and Will kept it light, sometimes with a hint of flirting.

“Wings or thighs? Don’t say both, liar.” He texted you one night, your fingers tracing across the screen as you and him were debating on which chicken was better.

“I’d say thighs,” you texted back. “But definitely not the ones where they’re too coated.”

The typing bubble came instantly. You were alone in your apartment living room with the distant blaring of the TV playing in the background.

“Good choice,” He typed back. “Although I’m still gonna have to say wings, but only the hot ones of course.”

You smiled to yourself. You knew Will was going to be someone special to you despite the chemistry the both of you already had.

You’d meet him at his wrestling shows after your shift. Sometimes he’d show up with a fresh bruise blooming across his arm from the match the night before. You’d tease him about it while stealing his halloumi fries off of his plate. He’d take the teasing in return by flicking peri-peri sauce at your nose.

What turned out to be innocent conversations stretched long after the food went cold and was forgotten. He’d tell you stories about the adrenaline crash after big shows, the strong ache in his body that quite seemingly never left. You told him about your dead-end office job, the way the city felt like it was dead and depressing. He listened to you like you were the most interesting person in the world.

On a rare occasion when the two of you would meet, he’d show up with light and visible bruises around different parts of his body but not being ashamed of doing what he was passionate about. He told you another story of when his neck got broken at one of his hometown shows, you were scared for him in a way, but admired his strong efforts into making his dream come true.

One night, rain hammering in the windows, he walked you to your car under his green and white jacket after the show had ended for him. Your shoulders lightly brushed against each other. His hand hovered near the small of your back, inches away from touching.

“You’re trouble, you know that?” he murmured, voice low and into that Essex drawl.

You looked up at him, heart thudding into your chest. “Trouble, how?”

His facial expression formed into a soft and gentle smile, but a little helpless. “Because I keep wanting to see you even when I should be sleeping off jet lag from my very busy schedule.”

He kept the vibe friendly and just right. He gave your hand a reassuring squeeze once before letting go.

“But I have to go now as well, I’ll see you soon darling.”

You watched him turn his back and walk away. You smiled to yourself, knowing this friendship was going to be something more.

As the months passed, the slow growth of your friendship had become a steady flame.

You started seeing each other outside Nando’s. Almost daily coffee runs when he was home. Late-night drives where he blast his favorite music, bands like Oasis and One Ok Rock.

The song “Wonderwall” by Oasis pounded through the speakers of his car, the night became young but yet longing. His hand stilled on the steering wheel, with his hand inches away from your thigh enough to keep you in check.

You glanced over at him singing with purpose, a grin appeared on your face as you watched him in awe. You and Will drove through the city lights, not giving a care about anything else in the world.

To what felt to you for like hours the two of you spent in the car joking and laughing made time stop. You were enjoying his company, as what an ordinary friend would do.

Every now and then, he would glance back over at you and onto the road. His hand daringly inches closer to resting on your thigh.

‘’We should stop for a moment,’’ he announced.

He turned by a side street, pulling over and parking. He turned the engine off and turned his undivided attention towards you.

“I wanted to tell you something these last couple of months that we’ve known each other,” he started, “Ever since I’ve met you, you’ve brought nothing but joy into my life. The first night I saw you at Nando’s, I knew something within us was going to spark.”

You gazed deeply into his gorgeous blue eyes, his hand slowly creeping up to meet yours. He finally held your hand into his and interlocked his fingers into yours.

“But you deserve to know the truth about how I’m really feeling about you, love. I’m catching real feelings for you.”

A sudden moment of silence abrupted, your fingers lightly grazed over his calloused knuckles as your eyes met his. You smiled in response.

“I think I feel it too, Will.” you finally spoke, “That night at Nando’s changed my life for the better, I’m so lucky to have someone like you in my life and I wouldn’t ask for better.”

His eyes fixated on your lips, and then your face searching for approval. He finally pulled you flush against him and kissed you with deep, pure intentions.

Your body responded back, his hands traveled through your hair as his tongue traced the seam of your lips, asking. You opened for him with a shaky exhale, earning a low groan from him the sound sending heat straight to you.

The kiss began to grow hotter and wetter. His tongue slid against yours in gentle, deliberate strokes — teasing, exploring, claiming. He pulled you closer onto his lap in the driver’s seat, reclining it back for room for the both of you.

You straddled his large thighs, his hand traveling down to your ass, giving it a playful squeeze. Will’s breathing grew heavy, the growing bulge in his joggers swelled underneath you making you moan.

He flipped the both of you into the backseat of his SUV and hovered his bigger body over you. He helped you out of your shirt, followed by your bra shortly after.

“Been thinking of how well you’d come apart for me,” he panted against your skin, placing kisses along your shoulder blades. His thumb circled around your sensitive nipple, taking it in his mouth while he lightly sucked on it.

Your back slightly arched off the seat, your hands found their way into strands of his dark slicked back hair. He groaned above you, his fingers hooking themselves under the waist band of your pants pulling them off in a swift motion.

“Tell me you’ve been wanting this too, darling.” he said, his eyes searching for yours.

“I want this with you, Will.” you replied in between moans, “I want you to make me come apart.”

He wasted no time in unhooking your panties over your legs, the cool air hitting your drenched core. You let out a low whimper, he shedded his own clothes off while he drank the disheveled yet addicting sight of you in.

He glided his finger up your puffy slick folds, lightly teasing it before plunging it inside curving it against the velvety walls of your g-spot. Your thoughts went blank for a split second as you moaned aloud, your thighs beginning to tremble.

“This wet for me already?’’ he smirked against your warm skin, chuckling lowly. ‘’Cute.’’

Will began to pump his finger at a steady rhythm, adding another to stretch you out perfectly. Your thighs parted, moans pouring from your lips as you ached desperately for him.

He savored every slick sound, every clench of your walls around him. His calloused fingertips dragged against the sensitive spot inside you, drawing your orgasm out.

‘’That’s it,’’ he praised along your lips, voice wrecked. ‘’Taking my fingers so well, love. So fucking tight and wet. This pretty cunt was made for me, wasn’t it?’’

You could only nod, your orgasm arising. Your forehead was pressed to his as he worked you open more.

Your legs splayed wider across his lap, feeling his hardness against your thighs. The position was messy and cramped, but it made everything more intense.

Rain suddenly began to ponder down the windows. The car smelt like earth, arousal, and the leftover spice the two of you had at the restaurant.

He kissed you through it all — deep, devouring kisses that matched with the pace of his fingers. He fucked you with his fingers faster, curling relentlessly against that spongy ridge inside you, pressing with devastating precision.

Broken moans erupted out of your throat, louder now, as pleasure built higher. His breathing became ragged, one of his thumbs circled around your clit.

‘’Gonna come for me like this first?’’ he growled, applying pressure. ‘’I want to feel you soak my hand, love. Let go for me.’’

It crashed you over the edge, convulsating hard around his fingers as the orgasm hit you like a freight train, He kept kissing you through it, murmuring praise – ‘’Good girl.. So beautiful when you come apart for me’’ while his fingers slowly paced inside you but didn’t stop the movement.

He withdrew his fingers, a thin string of your arousal coating them. He brought them up to his mouth, his broad tongue swirling around them with a lustful groan.

His blue orbs bore into yours, his eyes filled with want and desire. He pulled you up flushed against his body to kiss you again, his hot mouth claiming yours as he let you taste yourself on his tongue.

‘’Need to be inside you,’’ he rasped, flipping you onto your stomach. He slightly held you up off of the backseat, kicking your legs apart to be fully exposed for him.

The flushed dark tip nudged at your entrance, his hands gripping either side of your hips hard enough to bruise. Your knees shook, he aligned himself up rubbing the thick head through your slick folds before slowly pushing in.

The stretch was intense. Inch by inch he sank into your pussy, both of you moaning at the feeling. He bottomed out, but held still letting you adjust.

Then he started moving.

It began slow — long dragging strokes against every sensitive spot inside you. The car began to rock gently in sync with his thrusts, his free hand gently wrapped around locks of your hair pulling your head back.

‘’Fuck, darling… you feel incredible.’’ he groaned, the Essex accent drawn deeper. ‘’So hot and tight around my cock.’’

Will guided you, spreading you open wider with every thrust. His cock continued to stroke deeper along your walls as pornographic moans split from you.

‘’Look at you, love… taking every inch like a good girl.’’

‘’You’re so deep– fuck, Will–’’

‘’That’s right,’’ he growled, breath falling hot on your neck, ‘’Say my name while I fuck you senseless.’’

The pace continued frantically, the rolling of his hips grew harder, deeper, the wet slap of skin and your shared moans filled the car. His chest was mounted to your back, his breathing quickened while he reached down to rub your clit in firm circles.

Pleasure crashed through you like waves, coiling tighter with every deep deliberate plunge of his cock. Your legs shook violently as he held your body up.

‘’Come on my cock, darling. Want to feel you milk every last drop out of me.’’

You came hard the second time, riding the highs of your orgasm with your walls clenching rhythmically around him. He chased his own orgasm moments later with a rough guttural groan, sheathing himself fully as he spilt inside you, hips stuttering through his release.

For a long while afterward, the only sounds known in the room were your deep breathing and the gentleness of the rain. Will gently withdrew himself from you and pulled you into his lap.

His arms enveloped around your waist, his head resting against your shoulder placing a soft and tender kiss to it. You smiled in return, his fingers tracing along your curves.

‘’Stay with me tonight,’’ he whispered, ‘’No more pretending this is just casual. I want to have something real with you, love.’’

‘’I’m yours, Will.’’ you replied, your hand interlocking into his.

What was meant to be a random Tuesday night at Nando’s would become something more meaningful and magical. 

And after all, Will Ospreay was going to be the one for you.

[cagewaynelover]

Hold My Hand - Adam Copeland x virgin reader

18+ Minors DNI!!!!

Adam was sitting on the back deck, sipping fresh lemonade and enjoying the summer heat when I decide to approach him.

"Hi Sweetie, how are you?"

"I'm okay." I mumble, anxiously picking at my cuticles.

"What's going on Baby?" Adam asks as he kneels in front of me and takes my hands in his large ones.

"I-I'm ready." I meet his bright hazel eyes and he meets my y/e/c ones.

"Ready for what Sweet Girl? I'm gonna need you to use your words."

"I want you to take my virginity."

"Are you sure Baby?" Adam asks, checking my eyes for any doubt or hesitation.

"Yes. I've been thinking about it a lot recently and I want to take that step and I don't want to wait any longer."

"Okay Baby."

Adam guides us to the main bedroom and helps me undress. Afterwards he guides me to lay on the bed before he strips off. I watch his movements as he moves to lay between my thighs and looks up at me for consent.

"Do want to continue Baby?" I nod.

"I need words Sweetie." Adam says as he trails kisses across my thighs.

"Please Adam. I want to continue." I whine as his breath fans over my clit.

Adam licks from my entrance to my clit and I moan at the sensation. Adam reaches his hand up and interlaces our fingers. I squeeze his hand as he continues to circle my clit with his tongue forcing a string of moans from my lips.

"Adammmmm." Adam works 2 fingers into my entrance and I whine at the small stretch.

"It's okay Sweetie, just hold my hand Baby girl."

I squeeze his hand harder as Adam's fingers curl into the spongy spot inside that makes me moan louder. My walls spasm around his fingers as he sucks gently on my clit.

"Adamm it feels really good." I moan as pleasure builds inside my lower stomach.

"You gonna cum Sweetie?" Adam thrusts his fingers hard against my g-spot and I cum.

I nudge Adam's head away as I grow sensitive. He crawls up my body still holding my hand. He reaches over and grabs a condom from the nightstand and rolls it on.

"I'm gonna go slow but tell me if you need me to stop okay?"

"Okay."

Adam guides his thick cock into my entrance and I squeeze his hand at the stretch.

"Fuck you're so big. Shit Adammmm."

"Do you need me to stop for a second?"

"No, please keep going."

He continues sliding inch after inch into me before he bottoms out. He stills once he does to give me a moment to adjust.

"Please move. I need you to please move." I whine.

Adam slowly pulls back and thrusts back in. I moan at the feeling of his tip brushing against my g-spot.

"Oh fuck! So big. More!"

"You need more Baby? I'll give you more."

Adam picks up his pace and I moan loudly as Adam moves my thighs to wrap around his waist which makes him go deeper.

"THERE! PLEASE! Please don't stop." I scream as Adam drills his tip into my g-spot.

"It's okay Sweetie, I'm not stopping." Adam squeezes my hand gently and kisses me softly.

"I think I'm gonna cum again."

"Cum Baby girl."

I squeeze his hand tightly as the pleasure washes over me as my vision turns white and I cum with a pornographic moan falling from my lips. Adam groans and cums. He slowly pulls out and discards the condom in the trash in the bathroom.

Adam cleans me up with a warm cloth and grabs a glass of water and some snacks before pulling me into his arms.

"How are you feeling Baby? Did I hurt you at all?"

"That felt amazing. It hurt for a second but that was it." I answer honestly as I eat the snacks and play with his hand.

"It helped holding your hand. Made the nerves of it disappear." I continue.

"I'm glad it felt good Baby girl, I never want it to feel bad or hurt." Adam responds, peppering kisses to my shoulder.

"I love you Adam."

"I love you too Sweetie."

I move to lay my head on Adam's chest as we cuddle in bed for the remainder of the day, having a few more rounds of fun as well.

[metalcoreegirlie]

The word “sweetie” has a chokehold on me 😩 I literally loved that he held hands with her during sex and the baby girl part was so cute too!! An amazing job again!!

[cagewaynelover]

Please Daddy - Adam Copeland x reader

18+ Minors DNI!!!

Adam was sitting on the couch as I approached him nervously.

"Hi Baby Girl." He pulls me into his lap and kisses me softly.

"Hi." I bite my lip nervously, struggling to meet his hazel gaze.

"What's going on it that beautiful head of yours Sweetie?"

"I wanna try something but I'm nervous to ask."

"What is it?"

"I-I want your hands."

"Where Baby girl?"

I move his hand to my throat, too nervous to say it aloud.

"Aw Baby girl. You want my hands on your neck while I fuck you? Is that it?

"Please Daddy." I whimper as Adam adds the slightest amount of pressure.

Adam picks me up and carries me upstairs and gently tosses me onto the bed. He makes quick work of removing his clothes and tugging his large shirt off my body.

"Before we do this I need a safe word."

"Maple."

"Okay Baby girl."

Adam flips me onto my stomach and pulls me up against his chest before thrusting his fat cock inside me.

"FUCK." I moan.

"Shit Baby Girl, you're so tight." Adam moves one of his enormous hands around my throat, adding the slightest amount of pressure.

My walls spasm around his thick shaft and I moan loudly at the pleasure.

"Fuck! Had I known this made you squeeze my cock like this, I would've done it a lot sooner." Adam moans before trailing kisses across my neck and shoulder.

Adam's pace is near animalistic and all I can do is moan as his tip assaults my g-spot. My head rests against his shoulder and my eyes roll back at the ongoing pleasure.

"Close!" I warn as the familiar knot builds in my stomach.

"Cum Baby Girl! Cum all over my cock."

Adam's hips begin to stutter as he gets closer to his orgasm. My walls spasm and white floods my vision and I cum around him. Adam stills as he spills his load into me.

"You okay Baby Girl?"

"Yeah Daddy."

"So you have a thing for my hand on your throat?"

I blush and nod burying my face into the pillows.

"It's okay Baby Girl, I like it too."

[metalcoreegirlie]

"What's going on it that beautiful head of yours Sweetie?" MY GOD Adam called me sweetie and literally I started smiling like an idiot when I read that line

His hands are in fact huge because I’ve gotten the privilege to hold his hand at the photo op and shake his hand.

Fuck man this fic was amazingggg

[metalcoreegirlie]

I love Adam Copeland your honor. ❤️

[cagewaynelover]

Put That Mouth To Use - Adam Copeland x reader

18+ Minors DNI!!

Adam stormed into the house, a bad attitude radiating off of him.

"Hi Honey. You okay?"

"Do I look fucking okay to you, Y/N?"

"Oi! Don't take your shitty attitude out on me."

He halts his movements to look at me.

"What?"

"I said don't take your shitty attitude out on me. I understand that something happened at work to piss you off but don't you dare storm in here and have a go at me for trying to comfort you. You want to take that bad attitude out, go somewhere else but if you plan on staying here to get over it then put your mouth to good fucking use and get on your knees."

Adam stares at me for a moment before he makes his way over to me where I'm seated on the couch. I watch his movements and he comes to a stop in front of me before kneeling.

I spread my bare thighs, giving him the perfect view of my uncovered cunt, hidden under one of his large cope/cage shirts.

"I-"

"Shut up and put that mouth to use Adam." I command.

He listens and pulls my thighs over his shoulders as he buries his face into my cunt and slides 2 fingers into my entrance. His tongue dances across my clit and I moan loudly as I grip his hair.

He sucks harshly at my clit as his fingers curl against my g-spot. I move one hand to his shoulder and dig my nails into it.

"Fuck, there." I moan loudly, holding his to my cunt.

He continues eating me like a starved man and thrusting his fingers into my g-spot drawing me closer to my orgasm.

I don't bother warning him of the orgasm as the pleasure consumes me and causes stars in my vision. Adam continues through the first orgasm straight to a second one. He wraps his arms around my thighs locking me into place and I moan loudly at the blinding pleasure.

Orgasm after orgasm, Adam continues until I physically pull his head away. He meets my gaze with his beard drenched and a smirk on his lips as he sucks the remaining juices off his fingers.

"Did you fix your attitude while down there?"

"Yes Baby Girl. I'm sorry for being an ass when I got home."

"Don't let it happen again or next time you're sleeping at Jay's."

"It's so fucking hot when you're bossy Baby Girl."

"Give me like 10 minutes to calm down and hydrate then you can fuck me all you want Big Guy."

[metalcoreegirlie]

This is so hot!! I LOVE THIS!

[metalcoreegirlie]

Finally met Adam Copeland. He was amazing not only did he hold my hand but he gave me a hug and called me “sweetie”.

He loved my portrait tattoo of him he even had to call Beth over to see it, so thank you Beth for the hype and thank you to Adam for such an amazing experience. 🫶🏻

[cagewaynelover]

Our Champion - Adam Copeland x reader x Christian Cage

18+ Minors DNI!!

Christian and I enter the hotel room to the greatest sight imaginable. Adam laying on the bed naked, cock in hand and moaning our names.

I look at Christian to see him matching the smirk that's spread across my lips.

Lost in his pleasure, Adam still hasn't noticed his audience.

"Fuck. Y/N. Christian. Shit." His moans send a burning heat to my core and I can see the bulge in Christian's jeans.

Adam's hand speeds up, signalling that he's getting close to finishing. As he draws closer to cumming, I quietly move to the bed and carefully shift my weight onto it, trying not to disturb Adam from his pleasure.

His hips thrust up quickly and I wrap my lips around his tip just in time to catch his load.

"FUCK!" Adam moans loudly as his eyes shoot open and his gaze locks on mine.

"Jesus fucking Christ Sweet girl. Can't just do that without warning." He says as he caresses my cheek.

"You gonna swallow that?" He asks and I shake my head as I make my way to Christian, pulling him in for a passionate kiss and exchanging some of Adam's seed and saliva.

Christian moans and we both pull apart to swallow.

"Holy shit that was hot." Adam says moving towards us as I hold my hand up to stop him.

"Wha-"

"You had your fun so now you watch. Sit." I say firmly pointing to the chair besides the bed before turning my attention back to Christian and pulling at his belt after removing his shirt.

"Fuck it's hot when you get bossy Baby girl." Christian whispers as he tugs the zipper of my dress down and it slips down my body.

"Yeah? Get on your knees and put that mouth to use." I command and Christian listens immediately.

He lifts one leg over his shoulder before licking a stripe from my entrance to my clit and sucking.

"Fuck, yes. Don't stop." I moan as I thread my fingers into his short hair.

"Can I please join?" Adam whines as a pout forms , struggling to stay seated.

"No. You can wait. You made the decision to play by yourself instead of waiting for us to get back so you can watch until I decide you can play. Don't even think of touching yourself again Adam otherwise you won't join at all."

He nods as his pout grows and Christian sucks harshly at my clit as he slides 3 fingers inside my entrance and curls them against my g-spot.

"Holy fuck. Don't you dare stop Christian." I hold his head against me as he moans.

I moan loudly as his fingers repeatedly connect with my g-spot and the clitoral stimulation forces me over the edge.

"FUCK" I cum on his fingers and tongue, soaking his beard as he holds me to him to keep me steady.

I tap Christian on the shoulder when I come back from the pleasure and move over to Adam.

"You wanna join us?"

"Yes please."

"How should we have him Christian? After all you're the champion, you should decide how you want us." I smile at him as he removes his jeans before making his way over to us.

"Well I'd love to be in between you two." Christian answers, wrapping one arm around my waist and dragging the other hand up Adam's thigh.

"Anything you want Champion." Adam stands from the chair and pulls Christian into a deep kiss.

I move to lie on the bed and watch the action in front of me. Adam lets Christian go and moves to me.

"Am I allowed to touch you now Sweet girl?"

"Yes."

Adam grabs my waist and pulls me into a burning kiss. I bite his lip softly and he moans.

We break apart and Christian pulls me to the end of the bed as Adam moves behind him. Christian thrusts into me easily and I moan at the stretch to accommodate his size. He squeezes his eyes shut and moans as Adam preps him and trails kisses down his neck.

"Relax Champion." Adam grips Christian's hip as he enters him.

"mm fuck." Christian whimpers as Adam bottoms out and I clench around his cock.

Christian grips my thighs roughly as he begins to thrust deeply, forcing his cock to hit my g-spot every time. Adam syncs his thrusts which results in us moaning like pornstars.

One of Christian's hands finds my throat and he applies gentle pressure which makes my walls suffocate his enormous thick cock.

"FUCK MORE." I moan and Christian adds slightly more pressure as Adam fucks him rougher which forces Christian's thrusts to hit harder.

"ADAM RIGHT THERE!" Adam smirks and slams brutally into Christian again.

"Right here? Is this the spot you need me to hit Champion?" Adam teases.

"YESSSS" Christian whimpers pathetically, nothing like his in-ring persona.

"Keep fucking our girl and I'll keep fucking you here." Adam brings one hand down hard against Christian's ass as the other curls around his throat to mirror Christian's hold on mine.

"SHIT I'm gonna cum. FUCK." Christian's hips begin to stutter and he shifts his other hand to my clit.

"Need you to cum first Baby Girl, please."

"SHit Christian. FUCK so close" I whine.

Adam slams into Christian at a borderline animalistic rate which forces Christian's tip against my cervix and I squirt around him onto the sheets, moaning both their names.

Christian follows behind quickly, whimpering and moaning as he collapses on top of me.

Two more thrusts and Adam shoots his load inside Christian and leaves hand shaped bruises on the slightly younger man's hips. Adam slowly pulls out making Christian whine.

"Hold on Champion, I'll clean you up." Adam kisses his spine before grabbing a clean towel to clean the mess dripping down Christian's thighs.

"You okay Sweet Girl?" Adam asks, cleaning me up once Christian rolls onto his side after pulling out.

"Yeah Baby, I'm okay."

"You still mad that I didn't wait for you guys?"

"I think you made up for it." I place a kiss against his lips and pull him down onto the bed by his hips.

Christian cuddles in closely and Adam and I pepper kisses across his face and chest.

"We're so proud of you! You deserved that win so much Honey."

"Thank you Baby Girl. I couldn't have done it without both of you supporting me."

"Our Champion" Adam singsongs, making us laugh.

[metalcoreegirlie]

Oh wow that’s… interesting yet different literally caught me off guard with that one. But I loved it!