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even when he bleeds it’s a reference i feel like i’m going insane

So Strong now has got Adam Cole all kinds of tied up...

I don't know what this submission is called from Ring of Honor, sometime between 2012-2014

[I feel motivated to really GIF/clean out my clips and put them on here tonight, so we start with one I don't actually remember the specific source of :( It's one of the Roddy/Adam singles matches from 2013-2015, that's all I know. Also, anyone actually know what this submission is called?]

Yeah...he's evil. And a liar. He's no better than the guy with the crutches.

Adam Cole & Roderick Strong being evil besties from AEW Dynamite, 01/10/2024

[The footage for that last one nearly blew my ears out as I was trying to understand what they were saying, LOL.]

Trent?: can't we just tweet the Rock...?

Roderick Strong getting white boy wasted from Best Friends with Roderick Strong

[and this is why he was shirtless in the last GIF of the random closeup shots set I did that like 5 people saw LOL]

Finally, he had time to himself. Time to process. But it was weird. He couldn't think about it. He tried- Max's yelling, his betrayed face, his tears. It all felt weirdly out-of-body. He would have to watch the video later. His mind was so blank.

He took it as a blessing.

Within the time that he stared outside the window, Adam's mind drifted to the pleasurable thought that he was a complete genius. Max hadn't suspected him- not even for a moment. Those late nights where he held Max in his arms, scratched his back and stroked his hair and listened to him talk about the Devil until he fell asleep. He'd been underestimated, flown under the radar under the guise of love.

Max hadn't seen the smirk on Adam's face as he raked his nails through his short hair, had no idea he was lying on the chest of his greatest enemy in that moment.

hurt myself writing this so yall gotta see it too :(

Max recalled the events somehow just a little over two hours ago, of finally winning back his title from Wardlow, who had turned on the Undisputed Kingdom when Adam's ankle had finally healed enough for him to return and he had confidently asked for 'his' title. Max scoffed to himself at the thought, wondering how Adam could have been stupid enough to truly believe that Wardlow would actually just hand over the glorious Triple B like it was a football. It was dumb, uncharacteristically dumb for him, as Max had learned. And he had indeed learned it the hard way.

The betrayal at World's End was only a few months ago and yet the wounds were, as much as it pained him to admit it, still raw. Max hadn't trusted anyone since then, no. He had come back from his injury, his shoulder healing seemingly fuelled by the pure sting of betrayal, and he reclaimed his name. Slowly, slowly, but surely. His hair was shorter again, the sides buzzed; he was a man of dress shirts once more, having taken fabric scissors to those Better Than You Bay Bay and Double Clothesline t-shirts a long time ago. He donned his trusty scarf, having burned his favourite clone because no matter how hard he tried he couldn't get Adam's scent off it. He was, once again, in all purposes but physically, the Devil. Who needs a mask to show it? In all truth he was technically a babyface, but would he still hold those intrinsic values Adam had edged into him? Hell no. In this company you couldn't trust anyone, and Max hated himself every day for many months for not maintaining that strong view despite Adam. Adam's manipulation, his fucking game. No. Max worked best on his own. He was a true champ, and no one would ever take that away from him again.

a little snippet of a fic im working on because worlds end stuck a knife in my heart that i haven’t been able to pull out yet.

TheVoidVoyager on ao3

'Main Event' Jey Uso Royal Rumble 2024

blurring all the lines, you intoxicate me

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tagging: @imabillyami, @harmshake, @chatterskull, @moxleys-tits, @romoxsquad, @ambreiqns, @cookiethewriter, @catboymansion, @jackforshort, @shanie-the-komania-toyaddict, and @usosthetics! (let me know if you want to be tagged or not).

literally r u even friends if u don’t say ily to eachother??

the whole point of life is just knowing a bunch of weird stuff and being kinda flirty

OBSESSED

here is my chugs moments compilation pls enjoy <3

Beginner's Guide to Afterdarkprincess's Fanfics

Thank you so much @crxssjae for the tag!! 💖

intro: Hi I'm Taylor, but you can call me Tay (she/her), I'm 30 and I've been writing and reading fics for a very long time but only starting sharing them on tumblr and AO3 in the last year!

pairings: Samijey of course!! 💕 Along with Ambrolleigns (and any combination of those three) LA Knight/JD McDonagh, Jey/Cody, The Wargames Polycule lol, Zowens, and many others 😅

warnings: Oh so many lmao- the Majority of my fics are Explicit/18+ with sexual themes, all of them are tagged appropriately, read at your own discretion

where to start?

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my first fic: First WWE fic is Aftershocks, a Samijey fic set in the aftermath of Summerslam

my longest fic: That would be my current WIP Devil's in the Details (But You've Got a Friend in Me) which is an AU where Sami gets injured before he can betray Roman and the Bloodline. Jey assists in his recovery, slowburn friends to lovers. Currently sitting at right around 30k words.

my shortest fic: Sweet Like Justice a short lil Samijey ficlet inspired by the events at Crown Jewel when Sami stole Damien's briefcase

my most popular fic: my most kudos'd fic is Aftershocks, but tangled up with you all night (burning it down) is a very close second, a Ambrolleigns fics where 2012 Shield Era Seth meets 2023 Tribal Chief and Jon Moxley.

my personal fave fic: ... it's Ours - a Bloodline/Sami gangbang fic that was pure self indulgence. Readers beware it is VERY explicit.

About Me!

I am bi/pansexual, love anime, music, and wrestling obv. I've only been watching WWE for about a year, but it's completely taken over my life and rekindled my love of writing!

I've spent the last year really working on myself, getting into yoga, growing my confidence and making lots of new friends, so many of which I've gotten to know on here in our lovely little wrestling community 💘

Y'all are the absolute best and ILY ALL SO MUCH!!

tagging: I've actually seen a few people do these already so if you've done it already sorry lol BUT I'm tagging @feelschicken @elementaldoughnut12 @jeyuwuso @jeysbvck @harmshake @southerngirl41 @little-jey @theninthwonder @imabillyami and anyone else who wants to!

Which one of you bitches didn't show me the video of Jey holding Bayley's chair and didn't let go until she sat down?

Breaking Max [adamjf]

nsfw

I guess he is kinda cute when he cries. Just like the first time we fucked. Grateful, surprised I’d actually want to fuck him. I know Max has only been fucked a handful of times, most of that handful being myself actually. I know any sex he’s ever had in his life was probably him banging some easy chicks after wrestling shows or something, never meaningful. But when I fucked him for that first time, I think I made him feel something deeper than he’s ever felt before. Heheh. Deeper.

I blink back to the present when I feel Max pulling down my underwear just enough to get my dick out.

make sure u check out my new fic 😙

AYO NEW ADAMJF FIC DROPPED??

I tilt his face up by the chin with the tips of my first two fingers and he knows to meet my eyes. Max's sad, wet eyes look into mine. I can’t help the little tug at the corner of my mouth. With my thumb I stroke his cheek and I can see the almost not even there movement of him leaning into my touch.

“You’re pathetic.”

His eyebrows make a tiny sort of flinch into a furrow for a second and I see his eyes narrow ever so slightly. Aw.. he’s confused. I guess I can give that to him. I guess in his eyes there was no reason for me to turn on him. Classic MJF. Only thinks about himself.

PLEASE heed all the warnings. this ones a fuckin heartbreaker imo

HANGMAN PAGE BIRTHDAY WEEK

DAY 7: HANGMAN’S BIRTHDAY! + THEME OF YOUR CHOOSING

Keep your friends close…and your enemies closer

AEW Double or Nothing T-Mobile Arena • Las Vegas, NV May 28th, 2023

BTE 348 “Forbidden Door 2023”

Brandon: Was tumblr a thing [back when Hungbucks won the ROH 6-man titles the first time and Matt had fewer wrinkles and his back hurt less]?

oh boy.

nsfw//

“Suck me off.”

And Max just looks so pathetic. He uses his wrist to try to wipe his eyes red, blotchy, teary, and fixes them on my dick, blinking wet eyelashes. I hear him sniffle.

“What’s wrong, Maxie? You don’t wanna suck me off anymore? You used to leap at the chance.”

He lets out a sob and screws his eyes shut, turning his head to face the floor.

I gently run my fingers through his hair and I definitely don’t miss the keening sound that comes from his throat. He misses my touches.

Complaining about Jimmy's weight loss isn't the body positivity some of y'all seem to think it is

yall i just thought of the most heartbreaking adamjf idea and i started bawling out of nowhere in the middle of my room.

i need to draw them making out now.

check this owwwtttttt 🫶

Wrestling soulmates❤️‍🩹

fucked around last night got drunk and became an ordained minister. 🧍

now im writing samijey smut with a hangover

what an extraordinary life i live.

me: hhmmm.. i used to get ao3 notifs every time i opened my email... what gives?

ao3: last updated 2 nov

me: oh okay

submissive/bottom/feminine men get sm shit from “str8” dom/top men like…… baby if you wanna fuck me jus say :/ no need for all that..

all's fair in love and war- part 1

Relationship: Jey/Sami/Cody/Seth Rating: Mature (Part 2 will be Explicit) Summary: Aftermath of November 20th Monday Night Raw- Jey panics at hearing Randy Orton's name out of Cody's mouth. He's lost the advantage and feels less secure than ever in his position on their team, but Sami, Cody, and Seth are there to support and spoil him.

AO3 Link --- Later than I wanted to post this, but its here! 🌶️ spicy part 2 coming soon :)

tags for @feelschicken @elementaldoughnut12 @harmshake @jeysbvck @southerngirl41 @imabillyami (if anyone else would like to be tagged in my fics please let me know 🥰)

Cody’s voice rang through the arena, shouting about Legacies and Apex Predators. The crowd cheered, screaming the name that ran cold terror down Jey’s spine.

Randy Orton.

To some degree he should be pleased, right? They needed a fifth member for WarGames and Cody delivered. He lost the advantage match, and as much as he probably won’t be forgiving himself for that, having Randy on their side will even the odds considerably.

But…

The list of people Roman (and by extension Jey) has wronged over the years is long, and Randy might be at the top of it for how dangerous he is.

The sting of his defeat against Drew tonight is already proof of his past catching up to him, not to mention that he’s done the same or worse to everyone on his WarGames team.

In this loud booming ring, surrounded by lights and the crowd and the people he should be able to trust to have his back, Jey is afraid.

He stares down at the mat, trying to compose himself, trying to keep his breathing under control as beads of sweat roll down his face. He can’t do this right now, not out here where everyone can see, but he feels out of control even in his own body and it just makes him panic more.

Suddenly he feels a hand in his, grounding him, and he’s pulled into a tight hug with his face buried in warm flannel. The scent of Sami is all around him and it pulls him back to earth.

The embrace is brief, gotta keep up appearances for the crowd, but it helps considerably and Jey feels steadier on his feet now.

“You good, uce?” Sami asks, eyes full of worry and concern.

He nods, putting on a grin that he’s sure doesn’t quite meet his eyes.

They make it through the end of the show, Cody taking the lead for the most part in hyping the crowd up for the show this weekend. Despite the decision he made in bringing Orton back, he is grateful for Cody’s showmanship in that he doesn’t have to talk much before they finally head backstage.

As soon as they pass through the curtain, Sami’s hand is warm and steady in his own again. Their shoulders knock together as they navigate the dark hallways to their designated locker room for the evening.

People come up to them, producers with questions, compliments from some of the other members of the Raw roster, but Cody and Seth field them all, brushing everyone off with ease until they reach the locker room. Cody shuts the door behind them all and Sami immediately wraps Jey into his arms.

Safe again in the arms of his beloved, Jey’s hard mask breaks down. Tears leak from his eyes, falling and wetting the soft fabric of Sami’s shirt. Sami’s hands rub soothing circles into his back, but it only does so much as Jey’s mind continues to race.

Jus’ like las’ year, lost the advantage so they gon’ send me out first, just like Roman did. Everybody knows ‘m the weak link in this group. Main Event my ass, don’ mean shit when I can’t deliver when it matters. Don’ know how they all trust me after what I done. Jus’ a matter a time ‘fore they turn on me or I turn on them- and Orton? No way I ain’t gonna take an RKO in the near future.

His inner monologue races, drowning out the voices around him.

There’s additional pressure around him, either Seth or Cody hugging him from behind. And he knows it should make him feel better, that his friends are willing to comfort him when he’s upset, but it makes the guilt inside of him for his past mistakes even worse.

Jey’s breathing quickens and he can feel panic creeping in. He tries to open his mouth to tell them he needs air, but his tongue feels glued to his mouth.

Suddenly the pressure eases, the contact reduced to just Sami’s hand on his cheek, and his voice cuts through the noise in his head.

“Jey, sweetheart, talk to me?” The look of worry is evident on Sami’s face, but his tone is calm and soothing. “How about some slow breaths? Breathe with me, baby.”

Sami takes some slow exaggerated breaths and Jey puts all his focus on Sami’s lips, copying him and taking in slow drags of air until he doesn’t feel like he’s falling apart anymore.

Cody and Seth are hovering behind Sami, concern on their features.

“Better, Uce?” Cody asks.

Jey nods. “Sorry-“

Sami cuts him off, “You don’t have a single thing to apologize for, Jey.”

Jey sighs and gives him a small smile. “Yeah alright, boo.”

“Wanna tell us what happened out there, pal?” Seth asks, his brow furrowed.

Jey shrugs, “Don’ know, man. Just- I let y’all down tonight. An’ knowin’ that Randy comin’ back, like I appreciate it Cody, I do, but-“

“You’re worried he’ll turn on us.” Cody finishes.

He nods, “An’ that’s gon’ be on me too. Me n’ Jim, we put the hurt on ‘im back then, he ain’t jus’ gon’ forget that.”

Cody hums thoughtfully. “If that happens, we’ll deal with it.” He takes a few slow steps closer to where Jey sits and puts a cautious hand on Jey’s shoulder.

Jey winces, but allows the touch. Cody’s other hands joins it, rubbing into his shoulders and giving him a massage. “And what we gon’ do for the match, you gon’ have me go first?”

Sami’s face turns sour and he frowns, knowing where his train of thought is going, but Seth interrupts before he can speak.

“If you want to to prove a point, sure, but we’re not gonna make you go first.” Seth kneels beside Jey, hands resting lightly on his thigh, inches away from the exposed skin of his belly.

“We’re not Roman, uce.” Cody says, bending down to press a brief kiss to the top of Jey’s head. “We’re not gonna punish you for losing tonight, you know that right?”

Jey feels relief wash over him, the tension that he’s been holding melts away under their touches. He goes to speak but his eyes are brimming again with tears and he closes his mouth and just nods.

Sami brushes a few tears away with his thumbs. “Let us take care of you tonight, mon chou"

He takes a deep breath in, fighting against the urges inside of him that tell him to flee, that showing emotion like this will make them think he’s weak, that everyone in this room will turn on him and leave him in the end and what good is it to pretend anything different. But Sami has never led him astray, and he’s been happier these last few months than he has been in a long time, and Jey is so tired of being afraid.

“Please?” Jey looks at each of them in turn; Sami who’s eyes hold so much love, Seth who looks at him with hunger, and Cody with his hands still firmly holding him. He can’t believe how lucky he really is.

With his permission now, there are hands all over Jey’s skin. Cody resumes giving him a deep shoulder massage, bending down to press soft kisses to his skin as he goes. Seth’s fingers dance up his thigh and roam along his stomach with light and teasing pressure, getting close to his nipples but not quite.

Sami stands, running his hands up to move through Jey’s hair, gently scritching at his scalp.

It’s overwhelming for Jey, but in a good way. He feels safe and comfortable enough to give up the reigns and let them do as they wish.

Jey dips his head back, exposing his neck to Sami and hoping that his lover understands what he wants.

As usual, Sami reads his mind, bringing his lips to the delicate skin of Jey’s neck, peppering it with soft kisses before he bites down gently on his pulse point.

Seth deliberately makes a pass over both of Jey’s nipples with his thumbs, and the sensation causes him to let out a low moan, sinking his head back even further as his mouth goes slack and he feels his dick stirring in his still on ring gear.

Cody laughs behind him, “Maybe we oughta take this back to the hotel, eh boys?”

Jey looks back at him, eyes pleading. “Yea, Uce. Sounds good.”

“I bet it does, we’re gonna treat you right, baby doll.” Seth lets out his signature cackle.

Jey can feel the heat of the blush in his cheeks as Sami’s hand finds his again and helps him to his feet. Sami presses a kiss to his cheek and murmurs, “You deserve it, Jey.” ----- Thank you for reading!

Next time: Sami, Seth & Cody take Jey back to their fancy huge hotel room and spoil him absolutely rotten 💖