{Warnings: Poly relationship, Kissing, Dom/Sub dynamic, Overstimulation, Forced Orgasms, Mainly Dom!Kenny and Dom!Nick. Matt is a switch, Fem!Reader, Collar, Fingering, Unprotected Sex..}
{Pairing: The Elite (Kenny And the bucks) x Sub!Fem!Reader}
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Your were... suffice to say, an accomplice of The Elite. You never mentioned it. You couldn't even speak of how you got your job. The unforgettable night...
Everyone in AEW always asked how you got a spot as a Manager.
But you had to follow the rule Nick and Matt told you. "No One Knows"
It seemed they didn't follow their own rule too much though, as they'd occasionally crotch crop in their entrance and turn to camera.
Mouthing the words 'ya like what you see Y/N?'
Holy shit... they had you super heated up sometimes.
The only reason you never appeared alongside them though. Is because of your special necklace and Collar..
That or you were busy. Because Kenny would force you to cockwarm. As you struggled for friction. Wanting to move. But the leash in Kenny's Hand would bring you back to reality
"F..Fuck... Please... let me move..." You begged
"Have you been good enough? Or should I make you wait for Matt and Nick? So we can all fuck you senseless over your desk?" Kenny asked
You chose the latter. To just wait it out, their match wouldn't be too long. Since they were fighting some local jobbers. You knew the match was over when the hit the BTE trigger.
They hurried backstage, Walking into your office. Kenny immediately put you over the desk.
"Which one of you wants to go first?" Kenny spoke coldly.
Matt nodded, which meant he wanted firsties.
Which didn't go down too good.
You were begging for mercy at the 8th orgasm of the night. 7 of them being forced.
Your body was going to collapse if they didn't ease up. But Kenny persisted in fucking you silly.
Of course he was always doing that. His dumbafiction Kink was put in overdrive hearing you beg for more and more.
Nick was also contributing, fucking your throat raw.
Matt eventually realized you couldn't take it anymore. He was the only one to ever stay in his ring gear. Since he only used his fingers.
He felt bad and told Kenny and Nick. They didn't care. Until you physically couldn't stand up.
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Matt was there for you, he has to help you stand up.
"What the actual fuck Nicholas? And you too Kenny. She can't even stand! Why the fuck did you do this?" Matt spoke
Matt quickly got you dressed and carried you out of the arena to his car. Putting you in the backseat since you wanted to sleep.
"Hey.. Adam? Is it okay if I bring Y/N to your house for the night? Nick and Kenny exhausted her and she can't even stand." Matt said to Hangman on the other side of the phone
"Uhm, sure.. I'll be waiting at the door for ya m'kay?" Hangman said
"Okay, I'll be over shortly. Because she's out like a light. Just asleep on the backseat. I'm sure Kenny and Nick will realize what they did in the morning and apologize to her."
Matt then hung up the phone and left the parking lot.
You were fast asleep, exhausted after the 8 forced orgasms and 1 actual one. From Matt.
You had to call off your relationship with Nick and Kenny. It was clear Matt was the one who cared about you.
But it was scary because Nick would use Matt to find you.
But you couldn't care. You had to break up. Because your body couldn't take much more of the abuse.
You had a hoarse voice all the time because of Nick, And you couldn't sit still because of Kenny.
You had to do it.. you had to be strong...
So when the next day arrived and you told them you just wanted to date Matt.
Everything got heated and shouting occurred. Your older brother Hangman stepped in though to save you. And told them it was your choice of who you wanted to date.
Nick and Kenny were fuming but there wasn't time since they had a match to fight in.
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You eventually told Matt what you did. And he was quite happy. Since usually during those "meetings" he'd only get 30 minutes with you.
But watching you fuck yourself on his fingers the first night of your relationship made him happy enough for life.
He was glad you finally broke free of the grasp Kenny had forced upon you.
Bullet Club Gold kidnapped the Reader as a bargaining chip to worm Jay White into a championship match with Ricky. He’s supposed to have back-up. Family and friends that the Reader called in for such an occasion. But things go terribly wrong.
Pairing: Ricky Starks x Moxley!Reader
Warnings/Promises: canon-level hostage situation and violence, ANGST, choking, unhappy ending, whump in general
Word Count: 1040
Note: Yes, writing the reader as Jon Moxley’s cousin is my favorite trope. There’s just so many opportunities for angsty family situations that way. I’m not about to change now. Also, Ricky is really pretty when he's in distress. And I was in an angsty mood earlier this week. Happy, or unhappy reading!
The thin padding of foam under the ring’s canvas did nothing to protect your knees. You grunted when Juice Robinson dropped you, pressing a heavy hand onto your shoulder. On either side of you, Jay White and the rest of the Bullet Club Gold chuckled at your distress. You wouldn’t flinch. Wouldn’t budge. They could make all the demands they wanted, but you wouldn't let them use you to achieve their goals.
Still, tears burned behind your eyes at the scene in front of you.
Ricky’s chest was heaving. The dark bags under his eyes made him look like he hadn’t slept in weeks, much less the six nights since you’d been kidnapped. The championship dangled worthlessly in his hand. Like he’d drop it in a second.
You couldn’t let him do that.
As for the figures standing with him, they didn’t reassure you as much as you’d hoped. Your cousin, Mox, looked ready to hurl himself across the ring to bludgeon his way through your kidnappers. But Claudio’s hand on his shoulder kept him nervously in place. Yuta stood on Ricky’s other side. Cold. Calculating. Watching the ramp and the audience behind them for any tricks. But the way they stood apart from Ricky… The back-up was there for you. If things went south, you would be the only one looking out for him.
“You ready to… negotiate, Starks?” Jay laid a hand on the top of your head. Before his fingers could dig into your hair, you pushed it away. Juice’s grip tightened on your shoulder. “Here she is. Undamaged. Mostly, give or take a bruise or two. As promised.” Jay angled his head as a challenge. “You gonna hold up yours?”
Ricky looked down at the championship in his hand. Then he looked at you. Exhausted.
You shook your head. Not like this.
You yelped as Jay jerked you to your feet, hugging you close. His tight grip around your rib cage didn’t waver as you struggled for more room to breathe. “You don’t have to hand it over. Just agree to the match. Just you and me. Everybody else stays backstage. Your pretty one here,” he dug his nose into the space under your ear, “she can be on commentary though. Where we both can see her.” He passed you back to Juice, who held a hand over your mouth to keep you from interfering.
Still, you shook your head. Glaring at Jay, then at Mox, you did your best to signal to everyone you could that, under no circumstances, was Ricky to agree to any of these terms. Which would change the second that Jay needed them to whether that was now, or during the match.
You bit down on Juice’s finger, making him shout. “If you wanted a match so badly, why didn’t you ask Tony for a contract signing?” With a grunt, you continued to struggle to get out of the arms around your waist. “I know why. It’s because you don’t deserve one. There are better wrestlers with better winning streaks than you right now, and you’re not at the front of the line. So you’re trying to cut. It won’t work. I won’t let it-“
As Juice’s arm wrapped around your throat, you squeaked. Angling his body back, your feet left the canvas. He muttered “now I gottcha.” His mocking laugh buzzed in your brain as your oxygen depleted, and your struggling lessened.
“Alright!” Ricky tossed down the championship. Jay’s eyes greedily watched it crumple in the space between them. “She’s right, you don’t deserve one. But you can have a match. Right now. I don’t care.”
“No-“ Your vision began to spot.
“Let her go. And call a ref. For every bruise you’ve given her, I’m gonna break two bones in your body.”
The horror had only just begun.
While Ricky threatened Jay with every pain known to man, Claudio inched into his space. Juice released you just enough for your vision to clear in time to see the following struggle. Ricky’s mic dropped to the canvas with a bouncing thump. He flailed. His eyes bulged, then shut against the panic as the grip around his throat tightened. His nails clawed into Claudio’s forearms and shoulders where he could reach. Yuta watched on, glancing between Ricky beginning to fade and you. Finally, when Ricky stopped moving, Claudio released him. You cried out as his body landed in a heap.
“Alright.” Mox stepped forward, over the championship, into Jay’s space. “You gonna uphold your end?”
Jay grinned. Slowly, he looked at Juice.
You shoved him away when released. “What? Jon, what is this? Ow!” You were unable to dislodge his grip on your arm as he dragged you out and under the ropes. “No. Stop.” You glanced at the ring. Claudio and Yuta had left, working their way around to meet up with Mox. Inside, the Bullet Club Gold circled around Ricky as he started to stir. “Wait. We can’t leave him!”
“You shouldn’t be here to see this. Now come on. I’ve got you.” He nodded for Claudio to grab your other arm.
“You promised! You promised you wouldn’t do this. I asked for your help, to have his back like you’ve had mine. You promised!” You managed to break loose from Mox’s grip at that. In a terrifying mirror of your earlier position, Claudio wrapped his arms around your waist and began to carry you out of the arena. “NO! Please. Ricky!”
In the ring, the Gunn brothers had Ricky on his knees with his arms outstretched. He glanced up, his head lolling side to side as his brain tried to figure out which direction your voice was coming from. Looking for you, he didn’t see the danger. He didn’t see Jay with the championship in hand. He crumpled again as the metal plate on the belt crashed against his forehead. They backed off as a referee entered the ring.
Your vision began to spot again. Screaming for Ricky, so close after Juice had toyed with choking you out… it was too much.
The last thing you saw was Ricky on his feet, knees wobbling, fists up but punch drunk. The bell rang. And your world went dark.
Summary: After being burned in a previous relationship, you find it hard to trust, open up, and love again. Moving to a new city with a new job, you’re ready to begin again, leaving the past where it belongs and cautiously opening up to new adventures and opportunities. What happens when you meet your neighbor across the street? Can you learn to trust and love again or will you keep your guard up and push him away?
Warnings: Swearing, female reader but no description of reader
Requested by: @rubyred1980 I hope you love it as much as I do! ❤️
You can find the original request post here!
A/N: I thought about this for a little bit and ultimately decided that precious baby Yoots was perfect for this! Also, I feel SO HORRIBLE I completely forgot about this request! So to make up for it, I tried to make this as long as I could. Also, as I was writing this Taylor Swift’s song Begin Again popped in my head, and I thought it was a perfect fit so there you go! Oh! And bonus points if you can find the title reference to a previous Wheeler Yuta fic I wrote!
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A new job. A new city. New friends. It was time to begin again.
The job you accepted was located in Philadelphia, Pennsylvania. The neighborhood you took up residency in was calm and friendly, majority of you neighbors had stopped by to give you a warm welcome.
It wasn’t until a week later when your neighbor across the street pulled into their driveway, this was the last neighbor you had yet to meet. You stepped out onto your small front porch, casually watching while sipping on your tea, nestled in the comfiest chair you could find at the local furniture store. You almost choked on your cup of tea when you finally saw just who your final neighbor was — professional wrestler, Wheeler Yuta.
Wheeler had made a few trips to and from his car before he noticed you. He waved to you, smiling his adorable smile that made you stifle a giggle. You were a wrestling fan, having watched numerous companies and promotions over the years and still to this day. Needless to say, you were familiar with Wheeler Yuta. Never in your wildest dreams did you imagine that one day you’d be living across the street from him.
Yuta ventured over to your house, smile still on his face. You were so nervous but attempted to play it cool, even though you knew you would probably end up making a fool of yourself.
Wheeler introduced himself to you, and you did the same. He was sweet just like you thought. You couldn’t bring yourself to tell him you already knew who he was. You were surprised that the conversation flowed so smoothly. Turns out Wheeler’s easy to talk to and you shared a few things in common, like your love for professional wrestling and that’s when you finally admitted that you were a fan of his. Boy, did you blush hard when Wheeler’s face lit up, that smile and those eyes were more than enough to make you swoon.
As the months went on, Wheeler would make it a point to stop by your house and let you know he was back home from the road, leaving you a little souvenir from whatever city he wrestled in as a thank you for watching his house while he was gone. You always told him not to get you anything, but your words fell on deaf ears every single time. The little trinkets or keychains would always bring a smile to your face and brighten any bad day.
You began missing Wheeler more and more each time he left, knowing you were doing the one thing you’ve been refusing to do for months — fall in love. Your last relationship was far from a fairytale. You found out after four months that he didn’t truly care about you but more about his reputation and appearance, and unfortunately, you were included in that reputation and appearance.
Your ex-boyfriend didn’t like a lot of the clothes you would wear, making side remarks until you finally caved and changed. He was never on time to anything, always forgetting dates, anniversaries, even your own birthday. He wasn’t very gentlemanly or chivalrous like he had been in the first two months. He was always so serious, never wanting to do anything fun unless his friends were around, and then the fun was at your expense more often than not. You found out on Instagram that he had been seeing another woman at the same time. He broke your heart, your trust, and you hate to admit, but he broke you. You’re still at a loss on why you let that relationship last so long, maybe because you had gotten used to it, or maybe because you were scared — scared to leave, thinking that you deserved that type of relationship.
As time went on, you and Wheeler grew closer, hanging out when he had a little bit of free time. Each time you would hang out with him, you always try to keep the conversation from drifting to the topic of love and relationships, you didn’t want Wheeler thinking negatively of you because of your ex or past choices. Little did you know Wheeler had some bad relationship stories of his own. He wanted to talk about them, you two had discussed everything except for that topic, but he noticed you always changed the subject or steered the conversation to something else. He didn’t want to push you to open up, thinking you needed time and knowing he would be more than ready to listen when that time came.
One night, while the pair of you were hanging out, you were the one to bring up your love life — well, with the help of some random movie playing in the background. You felt ready. You felt like you could trust him enough, that he wouldn’t judge you. You remember pouring your heart out to him, Wheeler gently pulling you into a hug, telling you that you didn’t deserve that, and that you deserve so much better. You couldn’t help but break down even more at how sweet and gentle he was being with you. It made you want to fall in love with him so much more, but you still kept your walls up.
Once you were calmed down, Wheeler told you some his bad relationship stories, hearing his stories helped, knowing he had been burned too, that it wasn’t just you. Despite your dating history being similar, there were some differences — your heartbreak and mistreatment was recent, still fresh in your mind whereas his had been a few years ago.
After that night, Wheeler would go out of his way to make sure you felt appreciated and cared for. He hated that you had been through all that; he wanted you to know you were important to him. He knew you weren’t ready for a relationship yet, but his feelings for you grew from friendship to wanting more. He knew after you shared your past with him that he loved you. The way you talked about what happened, how you let him see you all vulnerable, how you clung to him when he hugged you — that’s what made him realize he was in deep. All Wheeler wanted was to show you what true, healthy love was. He wanted to put your broken heart back together if you’d let him, and you really wanted him to. The thought of loving someone again, of letting someone in on that level, of putting your trust in someone else’s hands was terrifying let alone actually doing it.
Wheeler took his time with you, going at your pace, making sure not to rush or pressure you. He would do little things like checking on you during the day regardless if he was traveling or at home, continuing to bring you souvenirs from the road, taking you out on little adventures. He was doing all the things your ex refused or just wouldn’t do. Wheeler Yuta was making you slowly believe in love again.
You missed him like crazy when he was gone, constantly checking your phone for calls or texts from him, thinking about him when certain songs came on the radio or your playlist, counting down the days until his return. That’s when you finally decided to give in to your feelings for him — you loved him, and something was telling you to risk it, despite being scared. You decided you’d tell him of your feelings when he was home again.
You spent the rest of the week going over what you would say, preparing for the worst as you did so. When the time came, you were a nervous wreck, shaking, stuttering, your throat stayed dry no matter how much water you drank.
Wheeler pulled into the driveway of his home, not bothering to retrieve his bags from his car, but rather head to your house. He was excited to be home but more excited to see you.
You met him on the porch, nervous smile on your face, happy he was back but nervous about your confession. Wheeler pulled you into a bone crushing hug to which you returned with the same intensity, at least you tried to. “Can’t…. breathe….” You managed to choke out, tapping Wheeler on the back to better grab his attention.
He immediately let you go, looking embarrassed, “Sorry. I just missed you...” He paused, inhaling to settle his nerves. Wheeler knew he was falling for you, but he didn’t realize how much, until he was on the road the next day after he left.
“I missed you too…” You whispered in reply. You took a deep breath before making your feelings known to him. You can do this! It’s now or never. Don’t chicken out. This could be a wonderful thing. You’ll be okay if he rejects you. Come on, go for it! You gave yourself an internal pep talk, now you were ready. “Wheeler, I have something I need to tell you.” You inhale once more. Wheeler’s eyes locked on yours, confusion and worry were present throughout his features. He nodded and motioned for you to continue, not wanting to interrupt your thoughts and courage. “For the longest time I believed that love was a myth. Then you came along and proved to me that myths can sometimes be real too. I care about you. I trust you. I feel safe with you. You make me happier than I thought was possible. Life feels empty when I’m not around you, and I’m so scared that you’ll never want to hold my hand again…. and your hand is the only hand I want to hold.” You confessed, blurting all your feelings and emotions out before your turned into a stuttering mess like you had been earlier when you practiced your speech.
You couldn’t bare to look Wheeler in the eyes, too nervous and a little embarrassed to be honest. You were scared of what he reaction was. Did you just ruin everything? Will he run for the hills? Were you too damaged? Would he want to continue taking things slow with you? Would he really and truly want to help you trust and love again? Was his prior actions and words meaningless? Were they just to trick you into thinking he was worth a shot? Were you going to regret this? Would he laugh in your face and say it was just a game? You hoped your nerves and anxiety was getting the better of you, but after your previous relationship you couldn’t be too sure of anything anymore.
Wheeler was speechless. He was surprised you were ready to let him in, to let him take care of you the best he could, to love him, to begin again. He thought you would need more time before this moment, but he must have underestimated how much of an impact he was having on you. He knew he had to say something or do something quick before you ran off. He knew that confession was hard for you, and he didn’t want you to feel bad or panic and regret everything you just said, everything you two worked on and built up to this point.
Wheeler gently reached out and lifted your head up, his index finger under your chin as he did so. His eyes were full of emotion: happiness, hope, excitement, admiration, and love. He kept his eyes locked on yours, looking deeply. He saw worry, fear, anxiety, a hint of hope along with sprinkles of love. You wanted to cry, eyes welling up with tears that had yet to spill over. You hands were shaking, heart racing, mouth and throat excruciatingly dry. Why hasn’t he said anything yet? It must be okay. He’s still here. He didn’t look angry. He’s not laughing at you. This has to be a good sign, right?
You felt Wheeler’s finger leave your chin, his hands calmly and firmly encased yours. “I can’t stop smiling when I look at you. Your hand feels so natural in mine. It’s like the gaps in mine were made for your hand. I’ve never felt better than I do when we’re close. I want you by my side. Wanna know why?” He paused, a blush filled smile growing on his face. “Because I love you, every part of you. Even the parts you don’t like.” At this point in his speech, you didn’t notice that Wheeler’s hands had left yours and were now resting gently on either side of your face, caressing your cheeks and searching your eyes for any type of reaction.
Tears slipped from your eyes, a small smile making its way onto your face. “Wheeler…. kiss me better….” You quietly sniffled, wanting nothing more than to keep him as close to you as possible, to never let him go.
Wheeler didn’t have to be told twice. He initiated the kiss like you implied, slow and steady, head tilting to the side, nose gently brushing your cheek as he closed the distance. You froze momentarily before letting your eyes fall closed. His lips were slightly chapped but not unpleasant, a little rough but smooth enough to create the best sensation. You could hear your heart beating loudly and rapidly, so loudly you were positive Wheeler could hear it too.
Wheeler’s heart was pounding as well. He hoped you couldn’t hear it or feel it for that matter. He wanted to be cool, calm, and steady for you, knowing that’s what you needed — stability and reassurance. He wrapped his arms around you, holding you close to his body. You melted into his embrace, hands gliding up his chest to slip into his hair, holding firmly onto the back of his head, keeping him close as well, afraid he’ll slip away and you’ll wake up from some sick, cruel dream.
You didn’t want the kiss to end and neither did Wheeler, but unfortunately, your need for oxygen became too great. Slowly, the pair of you pulled apart, foreheads resting against one another, both your eyes still closed, savoring the moment you two just shared. As your breathing slowed, you finally opened your eyes to find Wheeler looking at you with admiration filled eyes, a wide grin full of happiness present as well. His smile was contagious. You studied him just for a few moments, really taking it all in. The more your eyes ran over his frame, the more your heart swelled, your mind traveled back to the beginning and all the little things he did for you over the course of these countless months. The little souvenirs, the sweet hang outs, the patience and gentleness he showed you, the phone calls and texts to check on you while he was traveling proved to you just how much he liked you and what you meant to him. All those things were exactly what you needed after the shitty relationship you were last in. You came to the final conclusion that you were in love with Wheeler Yuta, and you wanted nothing more than to take a chance on romance with him and to officially begin again.
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Who here are my fellow AEW angst writers? I need an aftermath of the Hangman Adam Page match. He lost a match to a guy that went in his house. We gonna be having some heavy feelings here.
I would love to see a reflection of after the match, on the way home, and seeing your name at home. I may do one myself but want to see if there would be any takers. Please wreck my heart. 🥲
greetings my jolly goobers :D i know i’ve been away for some time (oops) but i am proud to announce a new series i will be working on very intently :D it’s an mjf story (obviously) and it will feature doses of angst, fluff, conflict, and even some steamy scenes (like...really steamy. like full blown oxygen loss inducing smut scenes. be aware). the chapter titles are based on the song ‘fine line’ by harry edward styles, in which the complete fic gets its name. i hope you will enjoy the series, and it will begin to be uploaded hopefully soon :D stay tuned my dears. <3 (also if you have any questions feel free to ask meeeeee)
Behold an intrusive thought from a Yandere A-Z prompt list I found.
Warning for Dubious Content
Read at your own caution
Word Count: 713
I couldn’t think of anything else other than to run. Run to safety. Run to a nearby gas station or police station, I just needed to run. It was their fault I escaped, they left the bathroom window unlocked. I didn’t know if that was a test or not but I dared to take a chance. I knew they could kill me, they had killed everyone else.
I could hear the leaves crunching behind me, they were getting closer. I could hear my blood rushing in my ears, I could feel myself slowing down and getting tired. I could most likely outrun Uno, but if I knew them, they would’ve sent Ten after me, he’s the strongest of them. Anna’s the fastest so it would be all too easy for her to catch up to me.
I let out a squeal when I tripped over an exposed tree root and groaned when I tried to get up and my ankle twinged. This wasn’t good. Not at all. Without question they would find me now. I managed to drag myself behind a tree before trying to steady my breathing. My panting would surely give me away.
The footsteps got impossibly closer and I put my hand over my mouth as if to silence my breathing. Then it got quiet, too quiet. “Here kitty, kitty.” A voice cooed. Anna. She was always the smartest of the lot, and I knew she would be the one to catch up first. “Here kitty, kitty.” She called again, this time her voice was closer. Too close for comfort. I placed my other hand over my heart as if to silence the pounding beat that I’m sure everyone could hear. “Come on kitten, that wasn’t very nice. We’ve been so good to you and this is how you repay us? By running away?” Her voice was way too close now, she was within feet of me and I could feel myself trying to mold into the tree, hoping she would turn and leave.
It got quiet again, the kind of quiet that you can hear a pin drop, the kind of quiet that you could hear the thrumming of a rapid heartbeat. I couldn’t help the shriek that rose out of my throat when someone yanked me from the side. Even in the darkness, and even though he wore a mask, I could see the unforgiving eyes of Ten. I was right, they sent their smartest and strongest after me, knowing they would catch me. Anna’s silhouette was soon in my line of vision and there was no mistaking the smirk that was on her face.
“Silly little kitten, making us chase you. You know we like games, this one might be our favorite yet now. But you cheated, Kitten,” I swallowed slightly, I knew they didn’t like cheaters, especially during a game. “And cheaters never win.” Ten said in that deep baritone voice that made me shiver. He rarely spoke but when he did, I was certain to send a shiver down my spine.
Ten tried to move me again but I let out a small yell when my ankle twinged again, the pain much sharper than the last.
Anna opened her mouth to say something else but I quickly muttered “yellow” and the atmosphere shifted entirely. “What happened?” Anna immediately asked as she put her hands on my cheeks. “I tripped over a fucking tree root, I think I messed up my ankle.” Preston without question, hoisted me completely into his arms as if I weighed nothing. “We’ll put some ice on it back home. I’ll go ahead and let the others know we’ll pick this up another time.” My girlfriend said but before she could leave I grabbed her hand.
“Sorry we couldn’t finish the scene.” I said, disappointedly. This was our first time trying this kind of kink and mother nature ruined it. “Don’t apologize, Princess. It happens, we’ll try again once you’re all healed up.” Preston said as we could see the lights of the house getting closer. I didn’t say anything but just snuggled deeper into Preston’s chest as we went back home, and prayed for the healing process to be quick.
Keep Your Heart Off Your Sleeve and In Your Chest Where It Belongs - Part 1: He Can Never Know
Pairing / Form: Kenny Omega x OFC / Drabble?
Genre: Angst
Warnings: Angst; presumed unrequited love, age gap mention (but everyone’s an adult)
Word Count: 599
Plot: The Young Bucks’ little sister thinks about all the reasons she shouldn’t be in love with their best friend, and all the reasons that no one can ever know she is.
Part 2
The trouble with loving Kenny Omega was you weren’t the only one.
Not even close - even if you discounted the hundreds of fans carrying a torch for him, it was a crowded category to find yourself in.
Kenny’s heart, of course, was spoken for, even if he didn’t admit it.
That was okay with her though, because it made him less likely to ever find out she was among those who loved him.
He could never know.
Being the little sister of the Young Bucks came with plenty of positives, of course, but it also meant that she’d known Kenny for years. And like so many, she'd found herself getting lost in his kind smile, his sparking eyes, his soothing voice. And even though she knew nothing would ever come of it -that nothing ever could come of it - she fell anyways.
She was always careful to keep her heart off her sleeve, to hold the butterflies he summoned to her stomach at bay. No lingering glances, no longing looks, no sighs, no swooning. He could never know, and neither could anyone else.
Why?
A hundred reasons. A thousand. A million, but mainly these three:
1. Kenny’s heart, as previously mentioned, was already spoken for. Whether they were happily teaming in DDT, pushed apart by ambition, or separated by the sea, as they were now, you’d have to be exceedingly ignorant to not see that “Golden Lovers” was more than a tag team name. And she did not begrudge them that.
2. She’d make a fool of herself. Kenny’s friendship might not be all she craved, but it was too precious, too long standing to throw away over a doomed confession. And even if the mere thought of his reaction and the mere concept of parting their ways wasn’t heartbreaking, there was the Bucks. Even if she could stomach the pain of losing Kenny, there was no sane way to avoid him, to give him space from her shame, to give her space to heal. He was too enmeshed in their lives.
3. She was too young. Yes, she was an adult, but when she’d first met him, she was just sixteen. She’d always be the Bucks’ kid sister, and even if he didn’t care, others would. That was part of why she was so careful to never let her feelings show. What if someone wrongfully accused him of making advances on her years ago when she was a minor? He’d only ever been respectful and friendly, but rumors don’t care what actually happened.
So because she knew his eyes were cast across the sea, because she knew she couldn't escape his presence, because she knew she couldn’t risk his reputation, she held it deep within. A secret that felt dark and dirty but only seemed to grow with the pressure of denial.
It wasn’t just him she had to hide it from - no one could know. Not the Bucks, not the other girls backstage, no one. So yes, it hurt, but she would carry on. She would stand by his side, she would listen to his rants of both pain and passion, she would help him spray tan his back, she would laugh with him at 3AM with her brothers, she would cheer for him at ringside, she would clap at his wedding one day.
And maybe, maybe someday, she would be able to cut him out of her heart’s desire and truly see him as just a friend. Maybe she would find someone who she could love out loud.
Hey guys, I’m choosing to open up my requests again, so I’ve compiled some writing prompts y’all can choose from to send in with any wrestler of your choosing from the following list of wrestlers and prompts:
*Note: I can write for other people as well just feel free to ask me. Also, you don’t have to necessarily choose a prompt from this list, I can be anything really, a fanfic, a one shot, anything; don’t be afraid to ask!
Wrestlers I write for:
Adam Cole
AJ Styles
Angel
Big E
Boa
Buddy Matthews
Butch/Pete Dunne
Ciampa
Damian Priest
Drew McIntyre
EC3
Finn Bálor
Flash Morgan Webster
Humberto
Jey Uso
Jimmy Uso
Joaquin Wilde
Jon Moxley/Dean Ambrose
Jordan Devlin
Keith Lee
Kenny Omega
Kofi Kingston
Malakai Black/Aleister Black
Mark Andrews
Mustafa Ali
Pac/Neville
Sammy Guevara
Samoa Joe
Seth Rollins
Shawn Spears/Tye Dillinger
Shinsuke Nakamura
Trent Seven
Tyler Bate
Xavier Woods
Writing prompt List:
Fluff:
1. You're jealous aren't you?" "I'm not jealous."
2. "Shhh, come back to bed."
3. "It's ok. I couldn't sleep anyway."
4. “You're adorable when you are sleepy."
5. “You're everything to me."
6. “You're not going to lose me.”
7. “Hear my heartbeat? Just focus on that.”
8. “I promised to love you forever.”
9. “Why do we have to keep hiding? I’m tired of being kept a secret.”
10. “Who said I ever stopped?”
Angst:
1. “How much of that did you hear?”
2. “Stop pushing everyone away.”
3. “It's better this way.”
4. “Don’t make this harder than it already is.”
5. “It wasn’t your fault.”
6. “Just talk to me please.”
7. “You’ll find your way back to me, I know you will.”
8. “Because I fell for you, isn’t it obvious?”
9. “Because I know when I open my eyes this will all turn out to be a dream and I’ll lose you again.”
10. “Is it worth it? Risking everything just for a chance.”
Smut:
1. “I could’ve helped.”
2. “All you had to do was ask.”
3. “Are you just going to stand there and watch, or are you going to come join in?”
4. “My tongue can do more than just talk, you know. Care to find out?”
5. “I love it when you touch yourself while thinking about me.”
6. “No one’s here. we can be as loud as we want.”
7. “You can be rough. I can take it.”
8. “If you called just to get off on my voice, I’m hanging up.”
