If You’re A Sap Then I’m A Sap Cause I Loved This Every Step Of The Way. The Way You Showed How They

Don’t mind me, I’m just over in the corner melting from the sweetness.

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Tyler Rust x Reader

content warning: simply just fluff literally nothing else besides maybe 2% angst

summary: tyler comes home with a wound from a match

a/n: i wrote this before he was released no I will not be changing his name

Tyler laid with his head across your lap. His eyes were focused on the television but you could tell he was barely clinging to consciousness. His golden hair was sprawled out behind him, creating delicate waves against your body. As you ran your fingers through the tawny locks he leaned into your touch like a contented cat.

There was a deep, burgundy and violet wound just below his eye, running down the length of his cheekbone. Black stitches were roughly sewn along the injury. You hadn’t expected him to come home like that.

You understood his job and the career path he had chosen. You understood it meant sometimes he got injured and sometimes he would bleed. He had come home with broken legs and ankles. Not very often but often enough that it wasn’t really anything more than a nuisance for you. But occasionally it would take you by surprise. He always tried to call you after the matches, to let you know how it went, to let you know if something had happened but sometimes he forgot. Sometimes he’d come home with a black eye or a laceration or a brace attached to a joint and it would catch you off guard.

That’s what happened yesterday.

The evening had crept along as you waited for him to return home. You tried to forget the nightmare of a day you had endured by losing yourself in the pasta sauce bubbling on the stove. You knew Tyler would be home soon and the tension would truly melt away the moment he had his arms wrapped around you.

The door opened and closed. A bag hit the floor.

“Hey, darling. I’m home.” He called out into the house.

“I’m in the kitchen.”

You could hear his footfalls approaching, his arms wrapping around your waist. He buried his head in the crook of your neck and took a deep breath before pressing a kiss to your shoulder. You smiled. He was home. Home and safe. Sharing the same space, breathing the same air as you.

“I’m gonna need you to sew my trunks. They got a little torn on the side last night.”

You nodded. You hadn’t gotten to see the match but mending his gear was commonplace for you. You could feel him relax against you and it gave you a sense of peace. Gently, you brought a hand behind you and ruffled his hair. You ran that hand down his cheek and felt him wince. The rough texture was strange and not at all what you had expected to encounter.

This caused you to turn. And there it was. The stitches. The bruising.

“What happened?” You had asked, a hand falling to your hip.

“Nothing. Just took a kick wrong.”

It wasn’t nothing. It was a massive wound that had clearly required the help of doctors to ensure its proper healing. A massive wound that had probably bled a lot. A massive wound that you weren’t there to worry about in the moment. And there was something about that that hurt you.

“Why didn’t you call me?”

“It was late. I didn’t want to wake you up when I figured I could tell you about it now.” His voice was gentle but it still upset you. He took your hand in his and he held it with the utmost care. “It’s fine though. Just a little cut, that’s all.”

It sat with you though. It was difficult to spend so much time apart and it was even more difficult to know there might be times where he got hurt and you wouldn’t know.

You weren’t able to enjoy dinner with the stitches staring back at you and you felt horrible that you couldn’t look past them to enjoy the night. You became withdrawn and decided against laying on the couch with him, opting to go to bed early instead. He found you curled up on your side, your eyes open and scrolling through social media. He leaned against the doorframe, his arms crossed. You were acting like a child but he still had a patient smile curling the corners of his mouth.

“Not gonna talk to me?” He asked.

“I’m just tired.” It was a lie and you knew it was and he knew it was but he tolerated it.

“I guess I’m tired too, then.” He shrugged, crawling in beside you.

You didn’t make a move, disinterested in breaking down the frustrated and begrudging wall you had built. But it meant nothing to him, his arms reaching around your side, pulling you closer. He peppered your shoulder with kisses, running them up your neck, to your cheek and back down again. You had to force yourself not to smile.

“Why’re you upset with me?” His voice was calm and kind.

“Why didn’t you tell me you got hit like that?”

“I told you. I figured I’d tell you when I got back here. No reason to make you worry when it was just a silly bump.”

“The guy could’ve taken your eye out.” You muttered into the pillow, your phone now down by your side.

Tyler brought the arm that originally lay against your waist, up and across your chest, as if it were a seatbelt holding you safely for the ride.

“But he didn’t.”

You didn’t say anything. He was also silent, the only sound between the two of you being rhythmic breathing. Finally, he let out a small sigh and relented in a way that was almost unnoticeable. You couldn’t feel it in his body or his arms but in his presence itself.

“Listen.” He turned you towards him and you unhappily felt your body roll accordingly to face the man you loved. “Sometimes this stuff happens. But it's okay. I’m safe. Nothing bad will happen to me.”

“It might one day.” You blurted out, your true feelings suddenly on display.

“It won’t.” His voice was firm and resolute. “As long as I’ve got you waiting for me at home I’ll always be coming back to you in one piece.”

He found your hands mixed in with the sheets and the duvet and laced his fingers through yours. He didn’t look you in the eyes right away, more focused on this moment of touch than anything else. When he did bring his gaze to meet yours it was clear, in spite of the darkness. His eyes were a gentle plea with you, asking you to understand he meant everything he said.

“I won’t let anything hurt me.” He murmured. “Only I can control that and I will for you.”

You waited a moment before allowing a small nod. A small acceptance of him, stitches and all.

So, there you sat. An evening removed from his return to the home you shared, his head on your lap, your hand in his hair. Occasionally, you took breaks from combing your hand through his locks to focus on finishing sewing the tear in his trunks.

With each movement of your needle, you brought them back together, into one whole piece. Back into one contiguous cloth, one unbroken garment.

Tyler looked up at you and sleepily smiled. You smiled back.

Back into one whole piece.

Goddamn that was hot. I love the guys arguing about the fact that Seth called her, and the bit about working out Roman’s muscles so he’s not as sore. Jesus this was so good.

Tied Up | Roman Reigns

Title: Tied Up

Pairing: Roman Reigns/Reader

Summary: Baron Corbin is acting manager and the Shield boys are arrested – it’s a less than successful night. Well, sort of.

Warning: Wrestling violence, and we got some lemony (are we doing this?) action. Oral sex - male receiving, homies. tying your partner up? a kink. do not look at me

Word Count: 3,867

A/N: Remember September 3rd, 2018? Where The Shield was coming out to confront Braun and his new lil posse and then Baron sent the entire heel roster out to demolish them and the Hounds got arrested? Remember when they came back the same night in badass fashion only to get their asses handed to them again? Well, I wrote this that night lmao and with some pushing from a few of my Tumblr friendos, here’s the never posted fic.

Also, if you expressed interest in my fic after I reblogged that gifset, you’ve been tagged temporarily!

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1) SETH IS HERCULES OH MY GOD I LOVE IT. PLEASE TELL ME SOMEONE CALLS HIM HUNK-ULES.

2) Dammit Finn, just go yourself! Show you care! She already knows you do, so why not grow up and talk to her! Granted, she could also just talk to him, but whatever, one of them needs to stop being so damn stubborn already.

3) Yeah, he’s clearly lying to push her away. Doesn’t mean that shit doesn’t hurt. Demon or no, that’s taking it a bit too far.

4) Well if Carman’s gonna cry I don’t feel bad I’m getting a little misty...

5) Yeah, saying you’re gonna die is definitely gonna bring down the mood, especially when the rest of the car can’t hear the other half of your conversation.

6) So, knowing that she still loves Finn, Seth thinks he’ll cheer her up by curb stomping him? Jesus, Seth, how does that make ANY sense?

7) Finn is finally showing he cares, but why couldn’t he have done this way been when that had been the actual plan? Instead, he comes out two months later during a segment that they had to plan because Finn kept ignoring her. *facepalm*

8) Well at least they both apologized.

Devil In Me Part 7 | Finn Bálor

Title: Devil In Me Part 7 (Part 6)

Pairing: Finn Bálor/reader

Summary: “If you’re going to make threats, follow through with them. Otherwise they’re just empty promises.”

Word Count: 5,402

Warning: angst

Tags: @calwitch | @rebelfleur22 | @xfirespritex | @blondekel77 | @alexahood21 | @taryndibiase | @isawthesights | @swedish-strong-style | @wrasslin-rollins | @megnog | @kitkat8 | @ellothelongwaydown | @wwesensualfanfics | @blueblazezz | @ratedrkohardychick91 | @wweburnitdown | @1dluver13xx | @nickysmum1909 | @balorismydemonking | @ifyouarentaprowrestlerthenleave | @alexekaydus | @cfloyd776 | @devittslegos | @bbmbabe | @finish-her | @kakakatey | @abschaffer2 | @ekayyla | @shieldgirl95 | @dreamlikemusings | @bouttogolinkurbitch | @moriarty-smarty | @warblersarelove | @leslie2898 | @neeadinghugs | @lunaticfinge216 | @lost-in-the-stories | @ohchristimhookedonhavocimsodunne | @viperslunatic | @earl-01 | @mersers-moonypadfoot-prongs | @crayzeebizkit | @soulofaravenheartofawolf | @superrezzy00 | @scuzmunkie | @astilinski24 | @leonusampurano | @onebigfanficworld | @fanfic-fanfic-everywhere | @boundtomyfate | @georgiadean37 | @florenceivy | @leteverythingexist | @sunflowers-and-swear-words | @ittybittywriter | @xxmaddhatter39xx | @mariejr88-blog | @themcmeggers | @grimbitch | @blue-eyed-boys | @ladywitheclecticheart | @dandelionw1shes | @gingertalksshit | Please let me know if I missed anyone or if you would like to be added to the list! Pardon the broken tags.

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Adam Cole: You Don’t Know Him Like I Do

Pairing: Adam Cole x Reader

Summary: When most people say “You don’t know him the way I do,” it’s easy to dismiss it as someone making excuses for giving their heart to the wrong person. But that’s not the case when it comes to Adam. You know a different side of him. A place grown from friendship from the moment that you met. Another big difference is that you haven’t given him your heart.

Or maybe you have and you just never told him.

Then again, maybe you have his without knowing it, too.

rating: G warnings: none notes: My first time writing anything with Adam Cole. Pls be kind. I typically stick to kayfabe personalities for fic, so not to blur lines. But c'mon, there’s some very lovable Chugs we just can’t ignore. Also this was completely spontaneously written on a whim and never on my WIP list because obviously I have no self-control.

tag squad: @gabbynorth98 @brokenglassslippers @alyhull @tryingtofindaplaceinthisworld @irish-newzealand-idian-dutch @sillynilly27 @from-wherever ​​ @estrella-brillar13​ @emmarablack13​ ​ @dancingwithsilhouettes @april-jeanette-wagner @summertimefun1982 @annajays​

Adam Cole: You Don’t Know Him Like I Do

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It’s 3 am and I am SCREAMING. SO MUCH JUST HAPPENED AND IT WAS ALL AMAZING.

Except that bit at the end about Nick. Adam’s right, he can fuck off.

Seriously though, how do you make every part even better than the last? I’m astounded by your writing ability every time. 

Bleed Into the Night

Title: Bleed Into the Night Part: Four / ? Characters: Hangman Adam Page x OFC Summary: She wasn’t looking. Neither was he. For a brief flash, they found each other. Word Count: 12,552 Warnings: Cursing? Masturbation Previous: Part One | Part Two | Part Three | A/N: :)

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This was so sweet and fluffy, a perfect little way to end this crappy year. 

“Chipped Tooth” - Timothy Thatcher x OFC

Title: Chipped Tooth

Theme: @12daysofchristmas Day 10 - Cookies/Baking/Gingerbread

Fandom/Character(s): WWE NXT/Timothy Thatcher x OFC

Warnings: None! Nothing but fluff here.

Word Count: 1,841

Notes: For the Thotchers! And me, because I’ve been toying with the idea of reviving my OG OFC, Hannah McMahon, and this was the perfect excuse. If you’re interested, The Shield fics I wrote back in the day featuring Hannah are still up on my (inactive) FanFiction page. For current fics, find my masterlist here.

Enjoy!

Tag squad: @champbucks @freshlysqueezedmox @hotyeehawman @comeasyoudar @irish-newzealand-idian-dutch @exe-sadboi-exe @librathepheonix13 @gabbynorth98

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This was so cute oh my god I love it!!!!!!! And Brandon getting some love made my heart grow too. 

“Personal Snow Globe” - Brandon Cutler x OFC

Title: Personal Snow Globe

Theme: @12daysofchristmas Day 4 - Snow

Fandom/Character(s): AEW/Brandon Cutler x OFC

Warnings: None! This fic is a big ball of fluff.

Word Count: 1,537

Notes: @champbucks wanted a Brandon fic, so I had to deliver. I must say, this is probably the SOFTEST thing I have ever written, but I’m quite proud of it. I hope y’all enjoy!

Find more of my fics here.

Tag squad: @hotyeehawman @freshlysqueezedmox @gabbynorth98 @comeasyoudar @irish-newzealand-idian-dutch @librathepheonix13 @exe-sadboi-exe

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I’ve never really been a huge fan of Big Cass, but holy shit that was insanely hot goddamn. I’m also just a massive sucker for friends that are oblivious for years until something just pushes one of them to say something. Thank you for writing this!

Satisfaction

Fandom: WWE

Pairing: Big Cass/Female Reader

Rating: Holy shit M.

AN: Tagging @tox-moxley and of course @hardcorewwetrash as is my custom! And! I’m thankful for all of YOU! I hope you had a great Thanksgiving. Enjoy!

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1)  Dean having a trickster god inside him makes so much sense. He’s basically a trickster himself haha.

2) WHO IS THE VOICE IN HER HEAD????

3) Must be a witch of some kind if she can make Balor calm down with just a few words, right?

4) She is a witch! Called it. I’ve never heard of Carman, but she sounds badass, and terrifyingly beautiful.

5) Damn, Balor, using sex magic on her just to piss Finn off? I get you’re a demon but that’s a bit fucked up. No surprise Finn was screaming at you. Hopefully her passing out will make him feel at least a little bad.

Devil In Me Part 2 | Finn Bálor

Title: Devil In Me Part 2 (Part 1) 

Pairing: Finn Bálor/reader

Summary: “Bay is a symbol of glory and heroes. I suppose it’s only fitting for Finn, right? With his past and all I mean.”

Word Count: 4,670

Warnings: bit of violence

Tagging: @rebelfleur22 | @onebigfangirlworld | @fanfic-fanfic-everywhere | @swedish-strong-style | @boundtomyfate | @georgiadean37 | @nickysmum1909 | @xxmaddhatterrxx | @florenceivy | @artgurl559-blog | @superrezzy00 |

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Ok, this was already so fucking cute, and then you had to go and end it LIKE THAT. Holy HELL that was hot. Don’t get me wrong, though, I would have loved it even if it had ended right after the party. The entire story was so adorable. Mutual pining is always a great basis for a story, particularly when a holiday is thrown in! And Kevin and the Iiconics gossiping together about you two fucking killed me. I don’t remember them ever really interacting on tv, but now I really want to see it. Thank you for writing/sharing!

Holiday Spirit (Drew McIntyre/Reader smut)

Summary: Drew hates the holidays. Reader loves them. Reader plans to try and make him love them as much as she does, and maybe some feelings will be discovered along the way…

Word Count: 11,566 (jfc somebody help me this is my longest fic to date)

Warnings: filler, endless piles of mutual pining, oral (female receiving), fingering (female receiving), multiple orgasms, FLUFF, and did I mention that there’s a shit ton of filler in here already?

(A/N: my entry for Day 5 of @toxiicpop’s 25 Days of Chrismuts this year! Merry Christmas and happy holidays to everyone!)

(A/N #2: I may make a part 2 to this if people want to see that lol ^^;)

(Y/n): your name

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