#aew fic

[sydsaint]

I'm a sucker for an enemies to lovers + forced proximity arc, what can I say?

Summary: Reader gets an unlucky break when she gets stuck traveling with Tyler for a couple of weeks for AEW's tour of the Pacific North West before Double or Nothing. She and Tyler have never bothered to get along. But truth be told, she doesn't quite know why.

You read the text from your wonderful AEW EVP's over again, making sure that you've read it right. And unfortunately you have.

Somehow, after some kind of vague mix-up or other, according to the message anyway, you've been stuck with the infamous HOOK as a travel partner for AEW's PNW tour.

Begrudgingly, you collect your bags from the hotel room you're staying at and decide to meet your new travel partner in the lobby. You check out of your room at the main desk and glance around for any sign of Tyler hanging around. You spot Taz's broody kid leaning against a far wall in the lobby and head over to him.

"Hey, Tyler." You attempt to be civil since you're going to be stuck with him all week.

"Hey." Tyler nods to you, an emotionless expression on his face. He pushes off the wall and slings his bag over his shoulder. "You ready to head out?" He asks you. "We're due for a house show in Portland tomorrow. Drive is a couple of hours."

You nod and adjust your bag hanging off your shoulder. "Yeah, I'm ready whenever you are." You step off to the side and let Tyler lead the way.

Tyler leads the way out into the parking lot and over to a black SUV he's renting for the week. He pops the trunk open and tosses his bag into the back before moving off to the side so you can do the same. You toss your bags down next to his, your brightly colored luggage a stark contrast to his black ones, and Tyler slams the trunk shut.

"I'm driving." Tyler fishes the keys to the SUV out of his pocket and flashes them at you.

"Fine by me." You shrug and walk over to the passenger side of the car.

Both of you climb into the car in silence, and Tyler pulls the SUV out of the parking lot and out into the hectic Seattle traffic. Neither of you bother to make conversation, so Tyler switches on the radio to some random hip-hop channel.

"If you're not into the station, I'll change it here in a bit." Tyler speaks up after a couple of songs pass.

"This one is fine." You reply with a shrug.

Silence falls over the two of you again as the SUV flies down the road in the dark. You grow bored pretty fast and hum along to the radio for a bit while you scroll through your phone. What you don't notice is Tyler glancing your way once in a while as you quietly sing along to the radio when a good song comes in.

A couple of hours into the ride, Tyler stops off at some gas station in some nowhere off-ramp town.

"I'm gonna use the bathroom and grab some food." Tyler explains as he turns the car off.

"Cool. I'll do the same." You nod and unbuckle yourself out of your seat.

You and Tyler head inside and he heads to the bathroom while you make a b-line for the snack aisle. You grab an energy drink from one of the fridges on the back wall, then start looking through the chips and other salty snacks on the shelf in front of you.

Tyler comes back from the bathroom a few minutes later and you see him grab the same brand of energy drink out of the fridge as you from the corner of your eye. You pick out a small bag of chips before moving to the candy aisle for something sweet.

Once you've collected a nice round-up of snacks, you head up to the check-out and set everything onto the counter. Tyler comes up from behind you and sets his stuff down as well, and you can't help but notice that your choices in snacks are almost identical.

You fish out your wallet from your pocket to pay for your snacks but Tyler shoulders in front of you before you can pull it out of the confines of your pocket.

"I got it." Tyler mumbles as he pushes past you.

You stumble back a couple of steps as Tyler hands a couple of bills over to the cashier. The cashier takes the cash and returns some change to Tyler who pockets the extra's and grabs his stuff off the counter.

"...Thanks." You give Tyler a quick thank you as he steps passed you with his food and drink in hand.

You grab your stuff off the counter and follow Tyler back out to the car in silece. Tyler sets his stuff inside the car and turns back around to pump some gas before the two off you depart. You stop in front of the car and frown.

"You should have let me at least pay for some gas." You complain, feeling like a leech.

"Nah. It's my rental." Tyler replies as he leans against the side of the car. "Don't worry about it." He assures you.

You huff out a breath and watch the screen on the pump climb in price. "Well do you at least want me to drive for a while?" You ask Tyler, tired of feeling halpless this whole trip.

"Nah." Tyler replies again nonchalantly. "We're more than halfway there. It's fine." He insists.

"Whatever." You grumble to yourself at Tyler's aloofness and climb back into the passenger side of the car.

You climb into the passenger seat and settle into your spot. You glance out the window at Tyler as he finishes up pumping gas. Your phone buzzes and you check your messages. You find a text from Skye waiting for you.

-How the trip going?

-fine I guess. hes just so cold. idk what to do

-hang in there babe! u got this!

-I'll try. wish me luck!

Tyler climbs back into the car and you put your phone back into your pocket. He switches the car back on and pulls back onto the road.

Tyler drives for about another hour in silence before you can't take it anymore. You glance over at him and muster up the courage to say something.

"Are you sure that you don't want me to drive?" You ask. "I'm more than happy to take over for a while." You assure him.

"I've got it." Tyler shakes his head. "Besides, we're almost there."

You nod and bite the inside of your lip. "Are you sure?" You speak up again. "You've been driving for like 4 hours straight." You remind him.

"I'm fine, Y/N." Tyler insists. "If you want to help with something you can do me a solid and crack open my drink for me." He suggests.

"Yeah, sure." You nod and crack open his drink for him. "You need me to hand feed you Dorito's too?" You quip.

Your eyes are fixed on the road so you don't see the hint of a smile crack on Tyler's face at your quip.

Silence once again overtakes the car ride until you and Tyler finally make it to the hotel at around 1am. You grab your bags and head inside to the front desk. You get checked into your shared room and are given two keycards, giving one to Tyler when he joins you in the lobby.

The two of you head up to the room in silence. You make it into the room first and set your bags down onto one of the queen beds in the room. Tyler takes the other bed and the two of you silently unpack.

"I'm going to grab a quick shower before I go to sleep." You inform Tyler as you fish your sleepwear out of your bag.

You grab your comfy oversized tshirt and the comfy underwear you like to sleep in and head into the bathroom. Tyler unpacks his bag and changes into some more loose-fitting sweats before setting his bags down onto the floor and climbing into his bed for the night.

Tyler plugs in his phone and scrolls through it for a while. He can hear you singing to yourself from the bathroom and cracks a small smile.

"There's still hot water if you want to rinse off." You come out of the bathroom a bit later, toweling off your hair.

"I'll shower in the morning." Tyler shrugs and looks up from his phone at you as you discard your towel into the bascket sitting by the bathroom door.

You shrug and climb into your bed. "Suit yourself. I'm going to bed." You plug in your phone to your charger and switch the bedside lamp off.

Tyler does the same and you both get some sleep.

Much later into the morning you are woken up by the sound of someone rummaging around the hotel room. You yawn and prop yourself up in bed and check the time on your phone. 7am.

"Please don't tell me that you're a morning person?" You groan and sit up in bed.

You rub the sleep from your eyes and find Tyler digging through his bags for his gym clothes. Your breath hitches in your throat when your eyes land on his bare back, muscles flexing and moving with every movement. His sweats hang low on his hips, and you can only imagine what they look like from the front.

"Always have been." Tyler answers your question. "I'm going to change and then head to the gym for a couple of hours." He explains.

"Okay." You nod and stretch your arms above your head. "I think I'm just going to hang out here for a couple more hours. Maybe grab some breakfast."

Tyler nods and you watch him walk off with his gym bag slung over his shoulder. You lay in bed for another hour or so before you decide to get dressed and grab something to eat. You pull a cute outfit from your bag and strip off your sleeping shirt in front of your bed.

You switch your underwear and bra and are in the middle of squeezing into a pair of jeans when the door clicks open.

"I'm back. You in here?" Tyler steps through the door as you move to grab something to cover yourself up with. "Oh, sorry. I'll just, step back out." Tyler see's that you're changing and retreats back into the hall.

You pull your shirt over your head and call for Tyler to come back inside the room. He cautiously comes back through the door and tosses his bag onto the floor.

"Sorry, YN. I didn't mean to barge in on you." He apologizes for almost catching you naked. "I guess I should have knocked." He muses.

"It's fine." You shrug and zip your suitcase back up. "My ring gear is way more provocative, right?" You joke. "I was just going to grab breakfast at that place across the street. You're welcome to come if you want."

Tyler nods and grabs a fresh hoodie from his bag. He pulls it over his head and gets the door for you. "Sure, I could eat."

You and Tyler head over to the diner and eat in a comfortable silence. You eventually get him to casually chat with you about some stuff and learn that the two of you share a few hobbies.

After your breakfast has finished you reach for your bag to fish your wallet out of it and pay the bill. Tyler spots your gesture and grabs your hand that's still on the table.

"Hey, I've got it, YN." Tyler insists.

"Again?" You look back up at him with narrowed eyes. "Are you sure? I'm kind of starting to feel like a mooch." You admit, but you can see that Tyler doesn't plan on changing his mind any time soon. "Can I at least get the tip?" You ask him.

Tyler cracks a small grin and nods, letting go of your hand. "Sure." He agrees to let you leave a tip.

You smile happily and pull a couple of bills out of your wallet. You leave them on the table and head out with Tyler back to the hotel room. The two of you have different schedules for the show so you part ways for a few hours.

Much later into the night you are packed up and getting ready to head back to the hotel. You stop outside the arena where there are some fans grouped up and waiting to see some of the people from the show. You run into them and agree to sign a couple of things and take a few photos with some of the girls hanging out.

"What about me, beautiful?" One of the guys with the group of girls breaks through the crowd and approaches you. "Can I get a picture too?" He asks you with a cocky grin.

Reluctantly, you nod and agree to a photo. Normally you'd never agree to take a photo with some tool like this. But you don't want to make a scene in front of the girls that were being polite and waited so long to have a chance at meeting you.

"Sure, why not. One wont hurt, right?" You gesture for the guy to step next to you.

The guy eagerly fishes his phone out of his pocket and steps over to you. You force a smile on your face as he slings an arm around you for the picture. The scent of his nasty colonge assaults your senses but you bear it and wait for the photo to be taken.

The fan pulls you into his side as close as he can get and goes to take the photo. His hand thats slung over the back of your shoulders slides down your back and stops dangerously close to your ass.

You grimace and step away from the fan, intent on telling him off. But someone beats you to the punch. "Hey! What the fuck? Get off of her!" Tyler suddenly appears and stomps towards you and the fanboy.

The fanboy scoffs and turns to confront Tyler. "Excuse me? Do you mind, man? I'm trying to get a picture!" He nods toward you.

"Looks more to me like you were trying to cop a feel." Tyler replies and steps between you and the fanboy.

"What it to you?" The fanboy sneers. "You her boyfriend or something?"

You grab Tylers arm thats posistioned toward you and catch his attention. "Ty, it's fine." You assure him. "Come on. Let's just get out of here." You tug gently on his arm. "He's not worth getting into a brawl over. He's a loser." You shoot a glare at the fanboy. "Who thinks that he's way cooler than he is. Trust me bro, these girls? They know you're a loser too." You nod toward the group of girls standing silently a few feet away.

"Whatever, bitch." The fanboy snarls at you and Tyler takes a step toward him.

"Ty, come on." You give Tyler's arm another tug and he backs off the fanboy.

Tyler turns back toward you and the two of you walk off. "Whatever man. Let's get out of here, YN. Before I change my mind." He lets you drag him off.

"You two make a cute couple!" One of the girls in the group shouts as you drag Tyler away from the crowd.

You and Tyler glance at one another and you let go of his arm. You turn away first to hide the blush on your cheeks and don't notice Tyler's sly little smile.

"Thanks for having my back, Tyler." You thank him. "You're not so bad after all, mister cold-hearted badboy." You knock into his side playfully.

"I got your back, YN. No sweat." Tyler knocks back into you with a grin.

[mrsarcherofinfamy]

●Darby Allin x Reader●

Summary: You are bubbly and outgoing. Opposite of Darby. But Darby feels an attraction to you. Do opposites attract?

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"Hi Dad!"

I walk into my dad's locker room, smiling really big. My dad is the icon, Sting. Everything I know, I have learned from him. I am just starting to make a name for myself in ROH.

"Hello my favorite daughter!"

"Dad, I'm your only daughter."

"Exactly why you are my favorite!"

I giggle, walking up to him as he wraps me into a hug. I pull back, looking up at him.

"Let's get to painting that ugly face of yours."

He gasps at me which causes me to laugh.

"I may be ugly, but just remember. You look like me."

I gasp at him and he laughs at me this time. He walks over, grabs his bag with his paint supplies in it and hands it to me. He grabs a chair and sits next to the vanity as I lay out all the supplies. I grab the brush and start painting his face. About 20 minutes into doing his paint, he taps my arm.

"Honey, I need to go to the bathroom real quick."

I sigh looking at him moving out of his way.

"First, you made me mess up a little. Now, you have to go to the bathroom. I'm almost done."

He gets up walking to the bathroom. I set the brush down grabbing my phone. I start scrolling through my phone when I hear a faint knock at the door. I set my phone down on the vanity, walk over to the door and open it slightly. I see a man who is a little bit taller than me, half of his face painted, staring at me with wide eyes. I giggle looking at him smiling.

"Can I help you with something?"

"I was looking for Sting. We... we have a tag match in a couple minutes."

"Oh! You must be Darby! Come on in!"

I open the door for him, moving out of his way. He walks in and stops in the middle of the room, just watching me. I close the door and walk back over to the vanity, grabbing my phone. Sting comes out of the bathroom and sees Darby staring at me.

"Hey Darbs. I see you have met my daughter Y/N."

"Your daughter?"

"Yeah. Who did you think I was?"

I smile looking over at him. He awkwardly smiles back at me. Sting sits back down in the chair at the vanity.

"One of the makeup ladies or something."

Darby scratches the back of his neck looking over at us. I grab the brush and finish up Sting's paint giggling at Darby.

"Well, I'm a makeup lady for my dad."

"That's true Darbs."

There is a knock on the door than a backstage person yells that they have 2 minutes to get to gorilla. I hug my dad and he walks to the door. I turn, put my hand on Darby's arm and smile at him.

"It was nice to finally meet you. See you around."

I see him gulp, which makes me giggle. He shakes his head and follows Sting out of the room, who is laughing at him. I clean up his paint supplies than turn on the TV to watch their match. My mind keeps running about Darby.

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*at the hotel after AEW*

I grab my suitcase out of the back of the car as my dad grabs his suitcase and bag as well. We head inside up to the counter checking in. I look over at the waiting area seeing Darby sitting there looking upset. I hit my dad's arm than point over to him.

"I'll be right back Y/N. You grab the keys and stuff."

"Okay."

The lady starts giving me the keys and all the info when Sting walks back over with Darby.

"Hey. He will be staying in our room tonight."

I look at my dad than back at the lady behind the counter. She smiles and puts it into the computer. I back off letting my dad handle it looking over at Darby who is already looking at me.

"Long time. No see."

He slightly smiles, looking away from me. Sting turns around looking at us.

"Alright. Got it figured out. Let's go you two."

We grab our bags and head up to the room. Sting opens the door and lets me walk in first. I throw my bag on one of the beds as Sting throws his on the other bed. I look over at my dad than at Darby.

"Dad, where is Darbs supposed to sleep?"

He looks over at Darby than at me, pointing to my bed. I giggle looking over at Darby.

"Looks like we sharing Darbs."

"I can lay on the couch or the floor if you want."

I shake my head no smiling at him.

"We can share! It's fine!"

"Just no funny business. I'm right here."

"Dad. Gross."

Me and him laugh as Darby looks at both of us. I sit down on my side of the bed getting a shirt and shorts out for bed. I walk over to the bathroom, take off my bra, put on my shirt, and then my shorts. I walk out of the bathroom and flop down on my side of the bed. Darby takes off his shirt and pants only in his boxers and lays down on his side of the bed. I pull the blanket up and lay down. We all start falling asleep.

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*about 2 am*

I slowly wake up, moving my head slowly, feeling an arm around me. I see Darby's chest right next to my head, and his arm darped over me. I slowly slide my hand across his side and snuggle my head into his chest. I feel him move a little bit, snuggling his head into the top of my head. I smile closing my eyes falling back asleep.

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*later in the morning*

"Hey, you two cuddle bugs. It's time to get up."

I slowly move my head, moaning as my dad shakes both of us to wake up. Darby wraps his arm around me more, squeezing me into him.

"Leave us alone, old man."

I giggle, cuddling into Darby more. Sting sighs and goes to the kitchen. I look up at Darby, and he looks down at me.

"Can I tell you something, Y/N?"

"Of course."

"You may be the total opposite of me, but I like you a lot. These past 24 hours of getting to know you, I have felt this attraction to you that I have never felt before."

I giggle, looking up at him.

"Well, I like you a lot too, Darbs. One, you are very good with my dad which is a big thing to me. Second, you are a great cuddler."

I giggle, running my hand up his back. He smiles, looking down at me. He runs his hand up my neck, putting it on my cheek. He leans my head up and kisses me lightly. I kiss him back, still rubbing my hand on his back.

"Oh my gosh! Get a room!"

We jump, looking over at Sting standing at the end of the bed. I giggle, cuddling my head into Darby's chest. Darby huffs and pulls the blanket over our heads, causing Sting to laugh at us.

"Okay, well I'm gonna get going. See you guys later."

"Bye dad!"

I look up at Darby, and he looks down at me smiling. He leans down and kisses me again. I kiss him back, slightly smiling in-between the kissing.

I guess opposites do attract.

[cowboywritersworld]

May I request a Will Ospreay x Reader, where Reader fem!/Will wife is angry at Don Callis, after she finds out that Callis eventually acknowledged that he sent Takeshita to attack Will and Ricochet last week and then all of a sudden Don callis goes after Will wife reader about how it’s her fault for getting involved in Will business and even says how their kids could possibly not be will? Fluff please

This is too much

General Masterlist | AEW Masterlist | Will Ospreay Masterlist

Characters: Will Ospreay, Reader, Don Callis

Prompt: May I request a Will Ospreay x Reader, where Reader fem!/Will wife is angry at Don Callis, after she finds out that Callis eventually acknowledged that he sent Takeshita to attack Will and Ricochet last week and then all of a sudden Don callis goes after Will wife reader about how it’s her fault for getting involved in Will business and even says how their kids could possibly not be will? Fluff please

You have just finished breastfeeding your little girl, setting her to burp, when you finally hear Don Callis acknowledge that he had sent Takeshita to attack your husband and Ricochet, the week before. You are relieved when Annie finally burps, setting her down in her bassinet, looking over at your four years old boy.

"Andrew, can you please take care of Annie for a bit? She is sleeping now and I'll send someone to take care of both of you, okay? Mommy and Daddy will be back soon though." You kiss him on the forehead, smiling when he nods eagerly.

"Of course, Mommy!" He kisses you on the cheek.

"Thank you."

You are not back on the roster, with Annie being born just a bit over three months ago, but you still follow Will around as much as you can. The little girl isn't accustomed to flying, you are introducing it slowly, when the places you need to be don't take too much hours by plane.

Now sure that both kids will be good, you leave the room, asking one coworker to please take care of them in the meantime. They are both very loved, so it is easy to find someone who will watch them.

As you reach Gorilla, you notice Don Callis getting back and shove him in the chest, really angry and pissed off at him. It seems to take him by surprise, the cameras are already rolling, but he smirks. You hate that smirk and if you could, you would slap it out of his face.

"So you were the one behind that all? You are an idiot! Do not ever touch him again!" You are fuming and Don just laughs at you.

"Why are you even blaming me, Y/N? After all, all this happened because of you. Ever since Will Ospreay met you, he changed, even more now that you gave him two kids." He smirks even more, knowing fully well how much you don't want him to mention them.

"Take our kids off your bloody mouth." You growl, trying to hold yourself back. "This has nothing to do with them!" You scream, shoving him once again.

"Getting involved in Will's business was the wrong move from you, Y/N. Getting involved in the Family's business was wrong too." He takes some steps towards you and you take two or three back. "Those kids sure are cute, but are we even sure they are Will's? He is always so focused on wrestling, when does he ever have time to make love to you?" His tone is so irritating...

You bite your lower lip, closing a hand to a fist and it takes all your willpower to not punch him in the face. "Annie and Andrew are his kids and you have no right to question such an important thing!" You are about to swing on him, but a hand poses on your shoulder and you smile, when you notice Will.

"Go back to our kids, I'll be there very soon, sweetie."

He whispers in your ear, giving you goosebumps, which thankfully are covered by the sweater you are wearing. You slowly calm down while you walk back to his locker room, taking a deep breath once you are in front of the door. You and Will both know that the kids are not someone else's, you have always loved him and never had sex with someone else, but it is difficult to stay calm. You purr when you feel Will's arms around your waist, sighing as you melt under his kisses on your neck.

"I talked to him, he'll never bring Annie and Andrew in this feud or any other, up ever again." Will whispers as he still kisses you, nuzzling into your neck.

"It was okay until he mentioned them. I don't care what he says about me, but there boundaries he shouldn't overstep." You say, turning in his hug, kissing him sweetly on the lips.

"It was hot seeing you step up to him, though." He chuckles, nodding serious then. "That's what I told him after the cameras went off. He apologizes for that." He smooches you on the nose. "Are you feeling better? I know it was hard for you to not punch him." He rubs his hands on your back, in a soothing way.

"I am feeling better. We should go now, I put Annie to sleep after feeding her and Andrew is surely tired." He would love to get intimate with him, but she is tired too. "Maybe we can order take-out and when we are at the hotel put Andrew to sleep. We can then have time for ourselves."

"That's a good plan. Let me order and then I can take Annie and drive us to the hotel. Love you, sweetie. You are a very special Mama and I am so glad you are our kid's mama. Thank you for choosing me to be at your side." He kisses you longer, both of you are panting when you finally part ways.

"Thank you too, Will. For being at my side, for our two beautiful children."

[toxicdolin]

Hey I was wondering if I could have a hook imagine if your open for request

basically me and him have dated since 13/14& grew up together and now we’ve turned in our 20’s and he wins the title against Jericho and we all celebrate and he asks me to marry him/ I find out I’m pregnant and everyone is happy for us & stuff

Hook: Fated to You

Summary: Hook has been dating his childhood sweetheart since they were teenagers and tonight is the night he wins back the FTW championship back from Chris Jericho and him and Y/n celebrate by him proposing to Y/n, but little does he know Y/n has a surprise of her own

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Masterlists | Aew Masterlist | Hook Masterlist

-ˋˏ [Word Count] ˎˊ : 936

-ˋˏ [Genre] ˎˊ : Fluff

-ˋˏ [TW] ˎˊ : Fluff, mistakes I might have, Chris Jericho, and this was not proofread before being published

-ˋˏ [Taglist] ˎˊ : @oblivionsera @nev-danielgarciawife

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It's a few weeks before All In where Hook will face Jericho for the Ftw title, you and Hook watch from his locker room as Chris Jericho's interview starts; Renee puts the mic to her mouth "at this time I am joined by the Learning Tree" "Hey guys!" he yelled as he waved to the camera. Renee tried not to laugh as she continued "How do you expect to beat Hook at All In?" she asked as she moved the mic to his mouth."Hey guys!" he waved again. He continued "Renee as you know All In is in a few weeks and I will beat Hook because he forgot the lessons I taught him. But the rest is secret thanks, bye guys!" he said the last part enthusiastically and waved before he left with Big Bill.

Bryan Keith waited back for a few seconds looking at Renee then leaning in close to her as he yelled “You better respect Chris Jericho!” before walking away. When it went back to the commentary table I look over at Hook and we both laugh at how stupid Chris Jericho is. "Are you scheduled to fight tonight?" "No but I have a promo scheduled later though" "what time?" "9:30." I sat down with him on the couch watching the show until it was time for his promo, when the clocks hit 9:30 he got up walking to the door holding it open for me then walking out the door behind me shutting it behind him. He held my hand all the way to where we usually did the interviews but he let go as soon as when the camera started rolling.

"I am joined here by Hook with Y/n, now Hook you heard what Chris Jericho said earlier in the night do you care to respond?" "Chris Jericho I will get back my Ftw title and cut down all your branches on the way too. All In." he said the last part pointing at the camera. When the interview ended Hook and I went back to his locker room for the rest of the show, he looked over at me "I fight Big Bill next week and you will stay here during my match" "but-" "no, do you understand me Y/n?" "yes" "now at All In you can sit at the commentary table with Taz ok?" "ok"

skip to All in

You stood with Hook in his locker room while he got ready, he looked over at you "what color babe?" he asked as he held up blue shorts in one hand and grayish-silver in the other hand. "Do the gray" you told him as you was getting TV ready. You fixed his eye patch to waste time as the Learning Tree did their entrance. When it was Hook's turn you walked on the side as he walked down the ramp, You sat at the commentary table next to your soon to be father in law Taz as Hook got in the ring. You put the headset on as the match begun, You look over at Taz "hi honey" "hi" you replied happily.

Towards the beginning of the match Jericho put Cricked balls onto the mat which made you question it, but learning from wrestling some things are just better not asked about or left unsaid. Hook got out the ring grabbing a Cricket bat and 'oh no' was all you could think to yourself. He started smacking everyone with it then started picking up the Cricket balls and started flinging them at all three of them, you couldn't hold in your laughter anymore. After he did that he went behind Jericho choking him with the Cricket bat yelling "hey guys! Hey guys!" mocking Jericho as you laughed harder adding in "hey guys!"

"C'mon Hook!" you yell to encourage him to get up as he was getting jumped by Bill and Bryan. Hook got back in the ring swinging wildly missing as he got smacked on the head with the trashcan, Jericho missed the Judas Effect going straight into a T-bone suplex by Hook. Hook go up taking off the eye patch yelling "I can see!" pointing at his eye. Towards the end of the match Taz got up putting Bryan in his submission letting Hook get the win by Red Rum. Taz backed up so you could hug Hook first, Hook walked up to you kissing your head then hugged you for a few seconds as you took off the headset.

He walked over to Taz hugging him until he decided to take you backstage, he wanted to be alone with you in his locker room. Even though he is very public about kissing your head or his arm being around you, everything else is behind closed doors; he is a very private person. He wanted to do this next part privately, you turn around to look for something and you couldn't find it so you turn back around to face him to see him down on one knee with a small box; it had the most beautiful engagement ring you have ever seen. You nod nonstop before he could even ask you to marry him, he stood up putting the ring on your finger as he kissed you softly.

When he pulled apart you looked at him "then this is the best time to tell you I'm pregnant" you laugh through the tears. He looked at you smiling big; that cute smile that he hides from the public. You're marrying your best fried, now you have all you could ever ask for in life.

[toriluvsnickwayne]

Good luck

Hook x (fiancé) reader

Requested : yes/no

Welcome to Forbidden Door where Excalibur, Taz, and Y/N are set to commentate on an exciting match. Competitors like Samoa Joe, Katsuyori Shibata, and Hook are introduced as they make their way to the ring. The crowd erupts with cheers as the match gets underway. Chris Jericho joins the mix, creating tension in the arena. Hook shares a sweet moment with Y/N before heading back to the ring. The match unfolds with intense action, showcasing the skills of each competitor. In the end, Hook emerges victorious with a pin on Jericho. Celebrations ensue backstage as Taz, Y/N , Joe, Shibata, and Hook plan to grab a bite to eat. Hook and Y/N share a romantic moment before heading out together.

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Y/N’s POV:

"Welcome to Forbidden Door, folks! I'm Excalibur, and joining me at the commentator table are Taz and Y/N! We've got a thrilling match ahead, so let's get ready to rumble!"

Justin Roberts, the "Dapper Yapper", steps up to the microphone to introduce the competitors.

"First, making his way to the ring, Samoa Joe!"

The crowd erupts as Samoa Joe makes his entrance.

Justin Roberts continues, "Next, from Tokyo, Japan. The Wrestler Katsuyori Shibata!"

Shibata's music plays as he makes his way to the ring.

Justin Roberts announces, "And finally, he is Hook!"

Taz exclaims, "And there's the bat symbol! Beautiful sight, folks!"

Y/N adds, "I'm so proud of Hook. He's ready to put it all on the line tonight!"

The crowd cheers as Hook makes his entrance, joining Joe and Shibata in the ring.

Just then, as Chris Jerichos music hit the arena erupted in boos as Justin Roberts' voice echoed through the speakers. "Ladies and gentlemen, please welcome the FTW Champion Chris Jericho!"

As Jericho's music played, Hook appeared beside me, his eyes locked on mine. "Hey, Mamas," he whispered, his lips brushing against my ear. "You look beautiful tonight."

My heart skipped a beat as he leaned in closer, his lips meeting mine in a soft, sweet kiss.

"Ah, damn, Hook! Save some of that love for the ring!" Taz joked, his voice breaking the spell.

Hook grinned, his eyes sparkling with mischief. "Can't help it, dad. My girl is a real work of art."

With one last wink, he turned and made his way back to the ring, ready to face off against his opponents. I watched him go, my heart swelling with pride and love.

"Looks like someone's got a fan in the commentary booth, folks!" Excalibur teased, his voice full of amusement.

Taz chuckled beside me. "Yeah, and that someone is clearly smitten!"

I blushed, feeling my face heat up.

(Go to break)

Excalibur begins, “Welcome back to Forbidden Door, folks! We've got a thrilling match ahead, featuring Hook, Samoa Joe, and Katsuyori Shibata taking on Big Bill, Chris Jericho, and Jeff Cobb! And Hook's got some extra motivation tonight, courtesy of a good luck kiss from his 'Mamas'... or should I say, his beautiful fiancée, Y/N?”

Y/N laughs, "Hey, stop it, Excalibur!"

Taz chimes in, "Leave my soon-to-be daughter-in-law alone, Excalibur! She's taken, by the way... by my son, Hook!"

Excalibur continues, "Well, Hook's certainly got the skills to take on this formidable team. But Big Bill's power and Jericho's experience are not to be underestimated..."

Y/N exclaims, "Oh, nice move by Hook! That T-Bone was flawless, baby!"

Taz adds, "Yeah, but Jericho's not going down without a fight. He's got some tricks up his own sleeve... but my son's got this, for sure!"

Excalibur announces, "Shibata's taking it to Jeff Cobb now! This match is intense, folks! The action's non-stop!"

Y/N reacts, "Samoa Joe's got Big Bill in a chokehold! This could be it... oh my gosh!"

Taz exclaims, "No way, Jericho breaks it up! But Hook's not giving up... he's fighting for his future wife's honor, and his own pride!"

Excalibur declares, "And there it is! Hook gets the pin on Jericho! What a match! Looks like that good luck kiss from his fiancée paid off, big time!"

(Cut to a video package for the next match, showing the six competitors for the TNT title ladder match.)

Hook walks over to the commentary table, grinning, and says, "Hey, what's up guys? Just thought I'd drop by and celebrate my win... and maybe get some commentary tips from my beautiful fiancée."

Y/N laughs and playfully rolls her eyes, saying, "Oh, Hook. You're such a charmer.”

Taz chimes in, "Yeah, yeah. Save it for the post-match interview, Hook."

Shibata and Samoa Joe appeared behind Hook, Shibata grabbing him by the arm, and Joe says, "Cmon, lover boy! Let her be, she's got work to do, and YOU have a shower to take! You're starting to smell like a wrestler."

Y/N and Taz burst out laughing.

Taz adds, "Yeah, someone's got to keep Hook in check!"

(After forbidden door is over)

Taz and Y/N head backstage, searching for Hook, Joe, and Shibata. They finally find them in a dressing room, with Hook munching on chips and Joe and Shibata deep in conversation.

"Hey, guys! Great matches tonight!" Taz exclaims. "How about we celebrate with some food? My treat! I know this great spot nearby that's open late."

Joe and Shibata nod in agreement, and Hook grins, "Sounds good to me. I'm starving! And I could use a drink or two."

They all head out to their cars, with Hook and Y/N riding together. As they reach the car, Hook opens the door for Y/N, and she slides in, smiling up at him. Hook follows, and they share a few kisses before he starts the engine.

"You know, I think we could be a little late to dinner," Hook says with a sly grin, glancing towards the backseat. "We could, uh, take a detour."

Author’s Note: Heyyyyy ik I took a little break n thank yall for being patient I’ve got over a full week of fics to publish so that should keep u all good and I’m gonna start writing the fic idea abt the live triangle w Dom, Damian, and Jey when I feel like it and any new request I have/will receive. Anyways lots of love as always - a very tired Tori💋❤️

[im-just-a-mississippi-girl]

Friends or More?

Pairing: Colten Gunn x female!reader

Category: Angst/Fluff

Word count: 1,467

Summary: Falling for your best friend is risky, even more so when he doubles as a coworker. After five months away, you return with a clear head, or so you thought. Will this turn into friends to lovers or will end in unrequited love?

Warnings: None

A/N: It’s been a while since I’ve been on here and I’m excited to be back! This is my first time writing for Colten so bear with me! @ylenyasstuff I hope you like it ❤️

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It’s been five months since you left your job at AEW and now here you are, back to give this another shot. Why did you leave in the first place? Because of Colten Gunn and it’s not in a bad way. You worked as a booker and little by little, day after day you noticed your feelings towards the oldest Gunn brother was changing.

You were on the verge of falling for him.

When you first arrived at AEW, you didn’t have any intention on falling for anyone but then came Colten Gunn knocking on your little makeshift office door. Austin was preset as well but, truthfully, you didn’t notice him at first.

“Welcome to AEW!” Colten beamed, arms outstretched as if to show off the place. “We couldn’t pass up the opportunity to be the first to give you the grand tour.”

You were taken aback at how excited he was to be given this task. You didn’t know what to expect when you arrived, especially with Tony Kahn being busy with boss man duties. He assured you that you would be in good hands for your first day. You expected him to send The Young Bucks or Kenny Omega or Britt Baker or Willow Nightingale to be the welcome wagon and your guide for today but lo and behold, he sent the Gunns. You’re not complaining but it definitely surprised you.

“Thanks for the warm welcome,” you smiled. Movement from behind Colten caught your attention and that’s when you finally noticed his brother. Austin was standing back watching the interaction, a small smirk playing on his lips. What’s that about? You shrugged it off and introduced yourself to them.

The Gunns showed you around and before long it felt like you all had known each other for years. It was comforting to have an instant friendship so early into your career at AEW.

Fast forward a few months and things were still great. You were booking huge matches and doing your best to help tell stories that people would remember and connect with. Your friendship with Colten and Austin was going great, although you ended up being closer to Colten in the end. Maybe that wasn’t as good of a thing as you thought.

As time went on, you began to notice your feelings changing towards Colten. No. You cannot ruin this friendship with unrequited love. You tried to bury those feelings down and pretend they didn’t exist. You couldn’t fall for arguably your best friend. Unfortunately, those feelings became too hard to hide and you knew you were in trouble. You were at risk of losing your rock. Your anchor. Your best friend.

Why are you stressing out so much about this? What if he feels the same and all is well and good? Well, you have a rule — Do not date your coworkers.

That rule is why you asked Tony Kahn for time away. You needed space from Colten to clear your head and forget about those feelings. Surely it was just some weird ‘I like him because he showed me around and has been there for me’ kind of thing. Right?

Time will tell.

You pushed open the doors to the arena AEW was at this week and started tracking down Tony. You finally managed to find him talking to some crew members on the ramp way leading to the ring. The conversation wrapped up and you cheerfully greeted him. “Hi Tony! What do you have for me?”

Tony filled you in on what’s going on in regard to your job and the matches that will be taking place tonight. He showed you to a similar makeshift office that you had on your first day. That’s when the memories came rushing back. All the times Colten hung out with you when he wasn’t needed for backstage interviews or matches. It’s all going to be fine. It has to be.

Thankfully you didn’t see Colten at all or Austin either. Some of your friends came by to welcome you back and expressed how happy they were to see you again. All felt right, even when you were packing up some things to head out in the next ten minutes…. Until Colten popped up in the doorway. Oh no. Breathe. It’s fine. You’re just friends.

“Sorry I hadn’t been able to come by and welcome you back,” he noticed your bag on your desk and you sliding your laptop in its case. “I’m about to be heading out too. Want me to walk you out?”

You tried not to look nervous as you zipped up your bag. “Y-yeah. That would be great.” Just friends. You’re just friends despite the fact that your heart is doing flips and your hands are slightly shaky. You threw your bag on your shoulder and grabbed your phone. When you looked up at Colten, he was watching you with a look you couldn’t quite place.

The two of you walked and talked about what you’ve missed. You couldn’t help but laugh at a story Colten told about how badly Austin embarrassed himself in front of this girl at a bar. “It couldn’t have went any worse. I swear his face was as red as lobster.” Colten laughed.

His laugh. His contagious smile. His gorgeous eyes. They were not helping you convince yourself that you and Colten are just friends. Get it together!

“I have a question.” Colten said once you both had arrived at your rental car. You motioned for him to continue, not trusting your voice to be steady enough to answer. “Why did you leave? Did something happen? Did someone say or do something to make you feel like you didn’t belong?” His face was covered with concern and a small mixture of hurt and anger at the thought of someone being the reason you felt the need to leave. Little does he know, he’s the reason.

You thought about how to answer for a moment, searching for the right words. “I..” you paused, taking a breath, knowing that what you were about to say would change everything. “I left because of you,” you quietly replied. You saw the look on his face — confusion, hurt, a flash of anger even appeared on his face. “It’s not because of anything bad!” You were quick to reassure him. “It was because I have this rule and you were going to make me break it. And I couldn’t do that. I couldn’t ruin our friendship.” You rambled, hoping he heard it all.

“What’s the rule?” Colten asked after a moment to let the information you just gave soak in. “I swear I didn’t mean to do anything bad or wrong or upset you.”

You took another breath and knew your rule was absolutely about to be broken. You knew in that moment your feelings for Colten weren’t going away any time soon, if ever. “The rule is don’t date your coworkers. I always prided myself on following that rule at every job I’ve ever had but then I come here and meet you and then little by little feelings changed. I could feel myself starting to—“ you cut yourself off. You didn’t want to scare him away, but honestly, it didn’t look like he was going anywhere as you finally looked into his eyes. He had this look that you’ve seen in movies. Admiration.

“You left because you were falling in love with me?” Colten’s eyebrows raised and he couldn’t resist the smile that made its way to his face. “I’ll be honest. I was miserable when you left and I thought it was just because we were close friends but the longer you were gone, Austin and Jay and Juice were convinced it was because I had fell for you. And finally, I didn’t argue with them anymore about it because I knew they were right.” Never once did Colten’s eyes leave yours. In the middle of his confession, he had taken your hands in his.

No unrequited love? No rejection? You wanted to cheer but refrained. This moment was too perfect to ruin. “I left to clear my head but now that I’m back, I know you’re worth breaking my rule for. Especially after what you just said. I was falling for you then and I’m falling for you now.”

“I’m happy you’re breaking your rule for me. I’m just curious about something though.” A smirk played on his lips. You didn’t know what he was about to ask but it was clearly going to be mischievous.

“What’s that?”

“How many more rules are you willing to break for me?”

A blush crept up on your cheeks as you playfully smacked his chest, a laugh escaping your lips. It’s clear you’re in for a ride with this one.

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[99hook]

Confessions

Synopsis: Hook is having a bad day and just wants y/n’s attention, but so does someone else

Warnings: cursing

A/N: literally something that popped into my head nobody asked for. I hope you loveee it! Happy Forbidden Door day loves

Hook was going through it today. From the moment his eyes opened in the morning, anything that could’ve possibly gone wrong; went wrong.

That’s why he’s got attitude written all over his face, more than the usual. A shattered phone screen from dropping it on the concrete outside his hotel, a large stain on his shirt and sticky skin beneath from spilling his drink and not having time to shower before needing to arrive at the arena and to top it all off, he rounds the corner and finds you laughing at something Jack says.

Jack isn’t even funny.

He watched as the two of you were cutting up about something that was probably just a way for Jack to try and make a move on you. You were his friend, just like you were Hook’s but something about the look in Jack’s eye paired with the heartfelt laughs echoing down the hall made Hook’s ears burn. He didn’t like what he was seeing.

He watched with narrowed eyes as Jack discretely took a step closer to you. The two of you were way too close for comfort and it was taking Hook’s bad mood and tripling it. If anyone knew what Jack was trying to do, it was Hook. It was obvious he was trying to make a move on you. The lame joke he probably told you was his first little attempt and even though Hook had no grounds to be angry about it, he still was, and he didn’t care if he showed it or not.

His feelings for you were secretly bottled up and it has been that way for months now. He’s come close to confessing but every time he does he gets tongue tied. Nobody knows that but him, so it wasn’t like he told Jack and Jack still tried to get with you. But still, wasn’t okay to Hook.

In the midst of another eruption of laughter Hook clears his throat from behind Jack and earns your attention. There’s a look on Hook’s face that screams pissed off and he doesn’t try to mask it.

“Hey man” Jack slaps a hand on Hook’s shoulder making him tense up immediately. He knows he has no actual right to be mad at Jack right now but that doesn’t stop him from jerking his shoulder to get his hand off of him before he might actually break it off.

There was a look that crossed Jack’s face but he didn’t ask what was wrong. Hook ignored Jack’s stare and focused on you instead. He already knew you could tell something was going on with him like you always did. One thing that draws Hook to you like a magnet is the fact you can read him like a book, even when he doesn’t understand his feelings himself.

One look at his dark eyes and the way his lips were pulled in a thin, tight line and you could see that something was bothering him horribly.

“Can I talk to you for a minute, Y/N?” Hook asked, emphasizing your name as a non suggestive way to get Jack to leave. He took the hint but not without shooting another questionable glare Hook’s way.

“I’ll catch you later, Y/N.” Jack muttered before he walked off, leaving just you and the boy glaring down at you for reasons you didn’t understand.

“You okay?” You asked, wanting to reach out and rub your hand down his arm, or something that could maybe comfort him in some way but your hesitation kept you from it.

Hook inhaled a deep breath and exhaled an annoyed sigh before he simply shook his head. Truth be told, all he wanted was to see you, be the one laughing in the hallway at some stupid joke with you because you always had a way of brightening his whole entire day no matter how horrible it might be, and now he’s realizing that he has to do something before someone else does. Whether that be Jack or anyone else in the world.

“Well, what’s wrong?” You asked, wanting to take a step closer to him, but feeling as though your feet were nailed to the ground. You weren’t sure how to act or what to say or do, because the way Hook is staring down at you with a look in his eyes you hadn’t seen from him before made you feel like he was angry with you, or something along those lines.

“Do you and Jack have something going on?” He mustered enough courage to ask, swallowing past the lump in his throat. He watched as your brows knitted together and a look of genuine confusion crossed your face. He didn’t expect that you would ever lie to him, but he searched for the signs anyway.

“What? No. Why would you think that?” You asked, noting the way he seemed to somewhat relax his clenched jaw and stiff shoulders.

“I saw y’all cutting up down here, so I just thought-“ he cut himself off, feeling both relieved and now unsure how to go about this conversation without seeming like a total dick.

“Is that why you’re acting weird?” You asked, unsure if you were piecing the puzzle together or not. Hook being jealous of jungleboy made no sense… unless.

“I’m not acting weird.” He deadpanned. “I was just gonna say hes my boy and all but I don’t really think he’d be a good guy for you, personally.”

You stared up at him, unsure if you believed anything that he was saying. Hook avoided your stare and instead averted his attention to the hallway as if he was waiting for someone to show up and save him from having to have this conversation that made him feel incredible vulnerable and nervous, which was unfamiliar and uncomfortable territory for him.

“Mm.” You hummed, and he heard the skepticism in your voice. He knew you didn’t believe the bullshit he was feeding you. You crossed your arms and he caught sight of the way you were squinting at him, which he knew was something you did when you were thinking hard about something.

“Why are you looking at me like that?” He asked, mimicking the way you were looking by squinting his own eyes and crossing his arms.

“I mean you’re obviously lying to me.” You chuckled, noting the way his cheeks tinge red.

“I don’t lie. Especially not to you.” He replied, suddenly feeling extremely nervous and maybe even a little shaky. He tucked his hands tight into the folds of his arms so you couldn’t see if they were starting to tremble or not. An affect only you ever had on him.

“No?” You tested, taking a step forward. His adams apple bobbed as he swallowed but he was doing his best to keep that poker face on.

“Nope.” He nearly mumbled, slicking his tongue over the dryness of his plump lips as he looked down on you, into your wide and round eyes he never seems to be able to get enough of.

“Mm.” You hummed again. Nothing but skepticism filling your voice and he acted like he didn’t notice it.

“Mm?” He mimicked. “Mm what?”

You couldn’t help but let a smile creep up to your lips, which confused him. “What?” He asked again.

You shook your head and rolled your eyes, realizing that what everyone had been telling you was true.

“Tyler-“ the use of his real name suddenly had his heart hammering in his chest. It wasn’t often that you called him that, but he loved it every single time.

“Y/N.” His voice was a little shakier than he would have liked. He instantly cleared his throat and hoped you didn’t realize that he’s a ball of anxiousness because of you right now.

“Do you want to stop playing games and tell each other the truth now, or what?” You took another step closer, leaving you only mere inches apart. Hook was taken back by your sudden boldness and was left tongue tied like he always gets when he’s so close to finally, finally confessing his feelings for you.

Looking up into his round, dark eyes you can see that he was having all kinds of emotions coursing through him and it was likely you weren’t going to get a confession out of him first.

“You know what me and Jack were talking about before you showed up?” You asked, watching as Hook’s brows knitted and that tension returned to his face at just the mention of Jack’s name.

“Hm.” He hummed sternly.

“We were talking about you, and how you and I need to finally stop acting like nervous middle schoolers and finally admit how we feel about each other, because apparently we’re a hot topic around this place. Apparently we’ve been madly in love with each other from day one and everyone knows it but us.”

You laughed your way through the confession that wasn’t as much of one as you wanted it to be, and Hook wasn’t sure whether to take that and run with it or keep those feelings bottled up inside. As much as he wanted to admit everything to you, he still wasn’t sure if you’d feel the same way for him, and the last thing he wanted was to lose his best friend completely.

“That’s- damn. Didn’t know we were like, talked about so much.” He shifted on his feet as the nervousness crashed through him in another strong, unsteady wave.

“Me either.” You suddenly felt too nervous to look into his eyes. Your attention adverts to the floor where the tops of his shoes and yours were just a few centimeters from touching. Picking your head up you realize he was even closer now, and there was so much to be said but suddenly you couldn’t even fathom a single word.

Hook’s calloused hands cupped your cheeks gently. “If you don’t want me to kiss you, tell me now.” His raspy voice let out in a low, strong whisper. Your lips parted as if you were going to speak but nothing came out and as he moved in closer, you raised up on your tip toes and there was only a split second that passed before you felt his soft, plump lips land on yours, and as gentle as the kiss was, it ignited something extremely powerful within both of you instantly.

The taste of two types of mints lingered and intermingled between your mouth and his and it was going to be a flavor you craved from here on out.

Months. You both thought about this exact moment for months and finally it was happening and it was even better than your dreamiest fantasy. Hook was gentle and slow and the softness of his lips paired with the rough stubble prickling your skin was an experience all on its own. It was everything you never knew you needed and when he pulled away, you instantly craved him again.

His hands stayed cupping your cheeks as his thumbs gently dusted over your smooth skin, admiring secretly how silky smooth it was beneath the calloused pads. There wasn’t much you two could even fathom at that moment, both way too taken back to form words, and you were about to lean in again when you heard slow clapping from down the hallway.

You two immediately broke apart and put as much distance as possible between each other, Hook’s cheeks reddened deeply matching yours when you saw that the claps belonged to Taz.

“It’s about damn time.” He belted out with a hearty laugh that boomed down the hallway. “I hate to break up this love fest but Hook, your match is up next.”

That’s when Hook glanced at his watch and realized the time. He had two minutes to get to the gorilla. “Shit.” He muttered. “Can I meet you back here afterwards?” He asked, and you quickly nodded, unable to keep your smile from spreading widely across your face. Hook nodded back, then leaned in and placed a quick peck to your cheek before rushing off down the hallway to a waiting, smiling taz.

He threw his arm around his son as they headed towards the gorilla, and before they disappeared you heard the words, “You finally did it son. Fucking finally!”

[coleskingdom]

Care

Jay White x F Reader

For @madhatterbri I hope you love this.

@midwestmade29

“Make him care” that had to be the stupidest thing the bastard has ever told me. I’ve had nothing but time to figure out how best to make him care. I have Colten and Austin on Penta and Fenix. That’s business , they’re his friends but in this business friends come and they go. He’d expect me to pull something out of that playbook, the boys have orders just to watch them for now.

I sit drinking my scotch in the hotel bar contemplating I catch a reflection in the bar mirror, I can tell she’s hesitating because I’m sitting here. She’s pretty, in that classic real sense.I’ve seen her look at me, the way she bites her lip as we pass each other in the hallways. Though if I paid attention to that I’d have taken half of the roster to bed, or at least had them on their knees in front of me. I catch her eyes in the mirror I smirk as the prettiest blush tints her cheeks. I wonder how much the bastard cares for her, or she cares for him. She lifts her chin not to back down realizing she’s now been caught. If a game she wants a game we can play.

“Y/N” I say it as if it’s my favorite word in the English language as I nod to the seat beside me. She hesitates momentarily realizing I’m the best and safest option to sit next to. “Jay” she says as she does that three point look, I almost chuckle at how easy this is going to be . I offer my hand as she struggles to get up on the awkward barstool, I let my fingers trace the inside of her wrist as lightly and intentionally as possible. “What are you drinking? Y/N” calling the bartender over. “I , um a hard lemonade.” I try to keep my face masked to keep from laughing “She will have a lemon drop martini, on the sweet side. I’ll take another scotch neat.” I wait till she takes a sip to see the satisfaction on her face. “That’s really good” the surprise in her voice , I wonder what other experiences I could upgrade in her life. “To drink well, is to live well or something like that.” I smirk.

“ Where’s the bastard of yours?” figuring out what my next move might be . “ He , uh he headed home. He was pretty upset about tonight. He just texted me he was out , he knows I have a flight out tomorrow we were meeting here because our schedules are so busy” her voice hurt and irritated. “That’s really a dick move” I softened my voice, turning to face her. “A real bastard move is more like it” she said a hint of venom in it. Sad I won’t work with, spite is my specialty. We sat and talked had couple more drinks. I paid the tab as she went to the bathroom. I left my room key on the bar with specific directions to the bartender that if she didn’t take it then to destroy it and let her know the tab was taken care of.

I had just about given up when I heard the soft knock on my door. I answered the door in the towel, leaning in the open doorway. Y/N stood there looking at me, I watched her as her breath hitched as her eyes followed the trail just below my belly button. “Y/N when was the last time you got exactly what you wanted?” not pushing her one way or the other, it’s more devastating when it’s her decision. A man can rationalize a lot of things but when she decides it’s a hell of blow one that outside of my personal vendetta sounded like he needed desperately. That blush was back as if it was the first time she’d ever been asked. For all I knew it might have been. “Too long Jay, too fucking long.” her voice shakes with vulnerability of that truth. “What did you come here for?” moving and opening the door wider and she stepped through it. She holds up my room key “ To return this.” I eye her and I can see the shiver of desire run through her. I step closer to her “ Y/N , you could’ve turned that into the front desk.” Brushing her hair out of her face. She steps forward and kisses me, it’s been a long time since I’ve been kissed with more passion than skill. I bury one hand in her hair, tilting her head to the side for better access. Y/N moans into my mouth, and I slide my tongue inside to finally get a taste of her. It’s minty she went back to her room , then made the decision to come here.

“ I’m sorry “ she stammers turning her head away. I grip her chin between two fingers and get a primal sense of satisfaction when her nostrils flare and her pupils dilate. She wants me. I know it. She knows it. Now the question is— what are we going to do about it? I lean in kissing her again testing the waters. Her fingers grip my shoulders, pulling herself up to wrap a leg around my hip. My hand move to her lower back. Tearing my mouth away, I stare down at her kiss-swollen lips. “Y/N, unless you tell me no, I’m taking you. I’m going to make you scream my name, as I go down on you, till you beg me to fuck you. Then you’re going to come harder than you’ve ever come in your life. I’m going to feel all the ways your body bends to my will. How that blush floods your body, how you’re breathing changes as you learn to breathe with me. “

Y/N’s response is to tighten her hold on the back of my neck and hop up, circling both legs around me and pushing her skirt up her thighs.

My free hand finds the curve of her ass, cupping and kneading like I was made to touch her. I taste her jaw and her neck as the heat of her pulses against my stomach.

Y/ N moans and throws out a hand toward my left. I take one step in that direction, but the couch is closer and way more convenient. I lower us both, and her ass hits the cushion at the same moment my knees hit the floor. “He would never do this.” her words draw my eyes up “Because you don’t want him to or because he’s too much of a selfish prick to give you what you want.” my hands running over the top of her skirt. Her heated gaze, and the way she bites her lip is the answer I need.

Her non answer gives me a dark sense of satisfaction as I press her thighs apart.

"Slide that ass out, love, because it's time I taste how sweet you really are."

After a moment of hesitation, she follows my directions, scooting her butt to the edge of the couch. I expect to see the fabric of some sexy panties, but instead, all I see is bare, wet pussy. I also see her phone and the bastards face through the pocket, as I swipe to answer the call.

"Dirty girl, you’ve thought about this. You don’t come to King Switches room with a dripping wet pussy. I’m going to teach you how to breathe with me." wasting no time getting my mouth on her.

The second my lips make contact, Y/N arches her back off the couch, my name a throaty moan echoing in the room. The caller has not hung up as possessiveness overwhelms me as I tongue and lick and grind down on her clit until she's writhing beneath me. I stick one of my fingers gauging her reaction, teasing her g spot, with the come hither motion. “Y/N tell me that you need to come? “ I put my mouth back on her sucking and thrusting my finger in and out. “More Jay, please right there.” I insert a second finger and add a little pressure to her stomach. Her hands grab my hair as I groan into her and she shatters . Her words are in comprehensible pants. “ Jay, please fuck me.” her voice needy and desperate. The phone still lit and connected. That kinky bastard must be liking what he’s hearing or is still in denial.

This next part has to be perfect, especially if he insists that he remains on the phone. I stand and pick her up laying her down on the bed. I remove her skirt dropping it towards the top of the headboard. I kiss her to keep her distracted as her hands roam my body, teasing me with her nails as they drift up and down my abs running her fingers lower removing the towel as she parted her legs open welcoming me in between. A pang of guilt hits me briefly, I reconsider momentarily but a woman like her would view this as a rejection. I bring her up and lift her up to take her shirt off. No bra, she knew what she wanted when she knocked on my door.

I kissed her in no rush as the sounds fell from her mouth were quickly becoming one of my favorite sounds. My mouth kissing her jaw as my hands found her perfect tits. I pinched her nipple to see how’d she’d respond, her hips bucked up into me as she called out my name. I took the other in my mouth sucking on being rewarded again with the sound of my name from her lips and the roll of her hips. “What do you need Love? I need to make sure you’re ready. I’m going to need you to take all of me. “ I reached down and teased her clit again with my fingers as my mouth alternated between her breasts . “ How are you so good at this?”she panted as another orgasm crashed through her. “ Because I care Y/N” my eyes still seeing the call connected as I raise up over her aligning myself an enter just as the the aftershocks began to wane but now I slide in, in one full stroke.

Giving her time to adjust, I kiss her languidly my tongue matching, as I begin to move inside her. “I don’t think I can” breathlessly, I stop “can’t what love” I ask as I look her in her eyes. “Come again, but you go ahead.” her voice soft , “ Do you want to come again? Do you want to come around my cock? Tell me what you need and I’ll give it to you.” I kiss her again hoping she knows I’m sincere. “Yes I want all of it but I don’t know what I need. “ she turns her head away from me unable to meet my eyes. “Hey, it’s okay, stop thinking, comeback to me.” I kiss her again she wraps her arms around me pulling me closer I adjust her legs so that I’m hitting all the right spots. Fucking hell she feels good, and her body is so responsive in this position. I feel the beginning of her orgasm, I need her to finish first, I reach down between us applying a little more pressure, I hear her gasp as she shatters screaming my name, the force of her orgasm pulled me with her as I follow her with a final thrust. She begins to stroke my hair and run her fingers up down my back. I don’t know what she’s thinking, but she’s trying to take care of me. I glance at the phone the call has been disconnected. I break the moment kissing her again as I head to the bathroom. I start a bath for her, I grab a washcloth ,some pain reliever and a bottle of water . I see my own phone and I can’t resist.

I text PAC “ I bet you care now don’t you, bastard”

I turn off my phone, and walk back into the bedroom now.

[hangmatts]

matt’s on the internet too much.

[ drabble. mentions of nsfw. ]

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“Jack?”

“Hmm?” Jack replied, fingers running through Matt’s hair.

Matt was laying on Jack’s bare chest, scrolling through TikTok. Their sheets were barely covering them and they weren’t bothered enough to clean up after having sex.

“You’re my pookie.”

Jack’s face suddenly changed from tired to confused. He looked down at Matt.

“What?”

“You’re my pookie. Am I not using that word right?” Matt frowned. “I thought I was.”

“No, you are- that doesn’t matter. Where did you learn that?”

“TikTok.”

“Okay, that’s it.” Jack took Matt’s phone, immediately clicking on settings

“Hey! What are you doing? Give me my phone back!” Matt climbed over Jack, trying to reach for his phone. His attempts quickly failed as Jack was surprisingly fast at moving the phone out of Matt’s reach.

“You’re on the internet too much. I’m putting a time limit on TikTok.”

“What? That’s ridiculous, I’m not a child!” Matt crossed his arms over his chest.

“I’m setting it to 30 minutes per day.”

“ONLY 30??”

“That’s me being generous. There’s also a password on the controls so you can’t change it, even if you tried.”

“You dick!”

“Really? Going to insults now?”

“I gave you a compliment and you changed the controls on my phone!”

“No, you called me a word you shouldn’t know and I changed the controls because you’re on the internet too much.”

“I am not!”

“Sure.” Jack handed Matt’s phone back. “Also, you passed the 30 minute limit.”

Matt looked down at his screen to see the TikTok app locked.

“Great.” He tossed his phone aside. “What am I supposed to do now?”

“Well…” Jack looked at Matt, who was still on top of him. “…You are in a good position-”

“Unbelievable! You think I’d do all the work after what you just did?”

“You never do all the work.”

Matt wanted to protest but Jack was right.

“I am so mad at you right now.”

“Mad enough to not fuck?”

“…No.” Matt moved off Jack and laid back in his spot. “But you’re doing all the work.”

“Of course I am.” Jack sighed

[sydsaint]

Friends to Lovers, anyone? <3

Summary: HOOK and reader have been best friends for a while now. But the reader slowly starts to notice that her friendship might not be the only thing that Tyler is after.

You sit in the plane terminal, headphones on, playing a game on your switch. Tyler is sat next to you on the floor, headphone also on and doing something on his phone. There is a comfortable silence between the two of you as you wait for your boarding time. Your legs are draped over Tyler's lap, his arm that's not holding his phone, drapes over them casually as he scrolls.

Daniel strolls up with Darius at his side. He spots you and Tyler and snorts, nudging Darius on the shoulder to get his attention.

"Check those two out." Daniel snickers.

"Who?" Darius replies and follows Daniel's outstretched finger. "YN and Tyler? What about them?" He turns back to Daniel.

Daniel shoots Darius a snarky look and drops his hand back to his side. "They look awfully cozy, don't they?" He points out.

"I guess, yeah." Darius shrugs. "They're friends, remember?"

"We're friends." Daniel corrects him. "And you don't see me all up on you like that." He nods back to you and Tyler again.

Darius roll his eyes at the observation. The two of them walk up to you and Tyler. You're busy with your switch so you don't see them approach, but Tyler spots Daniel coming and pulls out his headphones to greet his friends.

"What's up, Daniel? You waiting for your flight too?" Tyler asks Daniel.

"Yeah." Daniel nods. "What's up with her?" He nods down to you when you don't greet him and Darius.

Tyler grins and taps your legs, still draped over his lap to get your attention. "She's locked in on whatever game she's playing. Can't hear you." He explains.

You look up from your Switch when Tyler taps your legs, finally noticing Daniel and Darius. You pull your headphones out and smile at the pair.

"Danny! Darius! Hey, guys." You greet them both warmly.

"What's going on, YN?" Darius smiles back at you.

Daniel nods to you as well. "What's up, shortie?" He asks.

"Not much." You shrug. "Me n Ty are just waiting for our boarding time."

Daniel nods and sits down with Darius, so everyone can chat and wait together. You chat for a while and decide to make a quick bathroom trip as your boarding time nears. So you get up and dismiss yourself to the bathroom. Leaving the boys to chat without you for a few minutes.

"So." Daniel turns to Tyler as soon as you are out of sight. "You and YN seem like you're getting pretty close." He comments.

"Yeah, YN's great." Tyler nods.

Daniel snickers, clearly meaning something more. "Great, right. Yeah, I bet she is, man." He teases Tyler.

Tyler narrows his gaze at Daniel, not getting why he's laughing for no reason. Darius scoffs and pushes Daniel's shoulder lightly.

"He's trying to imply you got a thing for her." Darius explains. "He just ain't very smooth with it." He makes a lighthearted jab at Daniel.

"Hey!" Daniel protests.

Tyler cracks a grin as he watches his friends bicker. He goes to reply to Daniel's claim, but he spots you walking back over to the group and clams up, his gaze fixed on you as you make your way back to the group.

"Oh yeah." Darius cracks up when he notices Tyler's staring. "He's definitely got it bad."

Daniel notices as well and shares a laugh with Darius.

You make it back over to the group and sit back down between Tyler and Daniel. You notice the smiles on Daniel and Darius' face, and can't help but wonder what they talked about while you were gone.

"What's got you two so cracked up?" You ask Daniel and Darius.

"Just something Darius said." Daniel snickers. "An inside joke."

You nod and check the time on your phone. You notice it's almost time to board, so you start getting your stuff packed back up.

"That time already?" Tyler notices you packing up.

"Yeah." You nod at him.

Tyler sighs and moves to start packing up his stuff as well. He gets most of his stuff ready to go before running to the bathroom as well before you go.

"So, YN." Daniel wastes no time in grilling you about Tyler. "About you and Tyler,"

"Me and Tyler?" You turn to look at him. "What about us?"

Darius is the one to laugh this time. You whip your head around to stare at him, unsure what game he and Daniel are playing with you.

"Alright guys. What are you two doing?" You ask them.

"Nothing. We swear." Darius insists with his hands up.

Daniel snickers and nudges Darius in the side. "Yeah, unlike her and Tyler." He jokes.

You watch both men break out into laughter with a confused look on your face.

"Me and Tyler, what?" You ask them. "You two are fucking weird." You grumble after they don't answer and just keep laughing.

Tyler comes back over to the group and notices Daniel and Darius laughing hysterically.

"What are those two so riled up for?" Tyler asks you.

"I have no clue." You reply. "Come on, Ty. Let's go before they start being weird again." You pick up your bags.

Tyler nods in agreement and picks up his bags as well. The two of you walk away shoulder to shoulder.

"You think they know?" You glance at Tyler after you've put some distance between you and your friends.

"About us?" Tyler grins. "Nah, they're idiots." He muses and grabs your hand.

You laugh and nod at his statement about your friends being idiots. "Yeah...we are going to have to come out about it eventually, though." You remind him.

"Just say the word, baby." Tyler replies casually, interlocking your fingers with his.

"Really?" You look over at him.

Tyler cracks a grin and nods, bringing your hand up to his lips to press a kiss to the back of your hand. "I'd be a fucking idiot not to want to show you off." He teases you.

"Awe, Ty!" You gush with a wide grin.

[mrsarcherofinfamy]

●Kenny Omega x Reader●

Summary: You are his wife and it is everyone's first time seeing you because you don't like to be on camera.

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Standing outside of Kenny's room, I hear him talking about how he got hit with a bike during a match before. I knock on the door waiting for a response.

"Honey, do you need anything?"

I slightly open the door popping my head in as he turns around to look at me with a big smile on his face.

"No thank you baby. I am good."

He turns around back to his computer as I shut the door heading back to the kitchen.

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*Kenny's POV*

My chat, all of a sudden, is blowing up asking me about who I was talking to, who I called baby, why I've been hiding someone and more.

"Everyone in the chat. I can see you all asking about who I was talking to. I think it is time I introduce you all to her. Give me one minute."

I get up, take my headset off and walk out of my room.

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*Y/N's POV*

"Honey!"

I turn around seeing Kenny walking into the kitchen as I just finished washing dishes.

"What's up babe?"

"I want you to come be on my livestream for a couple minutes. Everyone is asking about you."

"Oh...ummm sure."

"I promise it will be okay. They just want to meet you and it will be just a few minutes."

I shake my head yes, he puts out his hand and I grab it following him to his room. We walk into the room and he sits back down on the chair putting his headphones on.

"Everyone, meet my wife, Y/N."

I stand behind him, wrap my arms around his neck and chest area and lay my head against his, smiling.

"Not only is she my wife but, she is one of the brilliant minds that writes for AEW. Lots of storylines that everyone loves are written by my beautiful, brilliant wife."

"Thank you honey."

I turn my head and kiss his cheek. He smiles and looks at the comments in the chat.

"Someone asked how long we have been together. We have been together for almost five years now. We just liked to keep things private and not have negative stuff said about our relationship."

I shake my head agreeing and rub his chest also looking at the comments. I see a lot of people calling me beautiful and thanking me for all the storylines I've written. Kenny looks over at me smiling.

"Someone asked what your favorite storyline you have written and produced is."

"Oh that's a good question.... ummm... I would have to go with a recent one that everyone loved a lot.... Swerve and Hangman. I am really proud of that one because they took my ideas and made them way better than how I had them written out."

Kenny looks at me smiling and I look at him feeling my face get red. He looks back at the camera smiling.

"She normally hates talking infront of people. Especially on camera. I think she is doing an excellent job."

"Thank you honey. I'm gonna go start making dinner. You have fun finishing up your stream."

I lean down as he looks up and we kiss lightly. I smile, wave bye to the camera than head out of the room to the kitchen. I hear him go back to talking to them and I smile to myself.

"I can't believe I just did that."

[cowboywritersworld]

May I request a Will Ospreay x Reader, where wrestler fem!reader is concerned and tries to calm down Will after the scare for Bryan Danielson due to the Tiger Driver 91? Fluff pretty please.

Everything will be fine

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Requests are: OPEN

Characters: Will Ospreay, Reader

Prompt: May I request a Will Ospreay x Reader, where wrestler fem!reader is concerned and tries to calm down Will after the scare for Bryan Danielson due to the Tiger Driver 91? Fluff pretty please.

AN: I know you didn't say anything about them having a kid, but I thought it would be appropriate.

You are sitting at the commentary table, while your husband - and father of your little bundle of joy - is having a match against Bryan Danielson. The more the match goes, the more you are in awe: they work so good together and they are both doing their best to pull off the match the fans want.

The end of the match draws near and Will set up for the Tiger Driver 91, but something is clearly off. From your position, you can clearly see Bryan Danielson falling completely on his head, in a strange way, immediately clutching his neck in pain. You gasp and stand up for a moment, a hand going to the headphone to take it off, but you wait as the match closes and the American Dragon gets help from medical team.

At that moment you finally take the headset off, getting into the ring with your husband, looking back at Bryan, worried.

"What happened???" Will asks you, once he finally realizes what is going into the ring.

"He hurt himself, his neck." You say, knowing that once he discovers what hurt him, it'll break his heart.

You all help him back and when Bryan is safely in the doctors' hands, you are quick to follow Will. You can clearly see his wide eyes, the frantic rasing of his chest and almost can barely keep up with him, as he runs towards the back exit of the Arena.

You kneel in front of him, slowly putting a hand on his knee, so that he can look at you at his own pace.

"Follow my breathing, babe." You breathe slowly and deep, which he does as well, until he is calm.

"I almost killed or paralyzed him." He starts saying, his body shaking. He raises and opens his arms, silently asking for a hug.

"You didn't, babe. It could have happened with anyone, it's not entirely your fault, just a bad landing." You embrace him and whisper those words, keeping him tight against you.

"Because of me he almost couldn't go back to his family and hold his kids in his arms. We have our little bundle of joy as well and it would kill me if I wasn't able to do that anymore." He sighed, holding onto your t-shirt like a lifeline. "Was it the Tiger Driver? Or the Hidden Blade? Damn, I haven't realised it! No matter which one it has been." He hides his face in his hair, some tears pricking at his eyes.

"..." You still wouldn't want to answer, but he'll eventually know it. "The Tiger Driver." You draw circles on his back, humming a song he loves.

"I'll retire it. I can't live with the thought of having risked him such a bad injury." He states, while standing up.

"Maybe at a later time you can find a way to protect your opponents. We can find a way together." You kiss him on the forehead and stand up as well. "Let's go back to our Isabelle, shall we? I'll treat both of you to your favorite restaurant, but first you need a shower, Mister."

You chuckle and follow Will inside, till you get to your locker room. Instead of getting inside, you watch Will and her hug and being sweet, letting them have some alone time, after the bad experience.

[rootedinrevisions]

Masterlist: WWE & Professional Wrestling

Step into the ring with my collection of professional wrestling stories! Most of my writing here is centered around the superstars of WWE, but you'll also find a few pieces featuring wrestlers from other promotions.

Whether you're a fan of the drama, athleticism, or the larger-than-life personalities in the squared circle, there’s something here for you. From intense rivalries to behind-the-scenes moments, I hope you enjoy these tales of wrestling’s finest. 💥(UPDATED 12.1.24)

ADAM COLE

Man Enough (Adam x Reader)

As the crowd cheers, you're focused on capturing the perfect shot of Drew's victory at NXT Takeover Brooklyn III, but the energy shifts when Adam Cole makes his shocking debut, attacking Drew from behind. You’ve seen Adam’s work before, but seeing him in person, up close, stirs something new in you. His confidence, his presence—it’s magnetic. As he stands over Drew, holding the championship belt, he catches your eye, and for a brief moment, your breath hitches. Later, backstage, Adam approaches you, his charm as undeniable as his performance. His teasing banter leaves you flustered, though you try to brush it off. But as he walks away, you realize that this won’t be the last time he’ll leave you feeling this way.

PART 1 I PART 2

ADAM PAGE

Unspoken (Adam x Reader)

What started as a casual birthday dinner with friends quickly took an unexpected turn the moment Adam sat next to you, his presence impossible to ignore. Drinks flowed, conversation sparked, and before long, you found yourself on the dance floor, the tension between you growing with each beat. He teased you with subtle touches and whispered words that sent your mind racing, yet you kept him at arm’s length, enjoying the game just as much as he did. By the time the night wound down, you assumed he’d let it go—until you returned to your hotel and saw him waiting by your door, eyes dark with intent. FLUFF.

DAMIAN PRIEST

Playing With Fire (Damian x Reader)

When a lingering injury leaves you sidelined from the WWE ring, you find yourself with far too much time on your hands. And what better way to fill that time than by teasing your fellow superstar, Damian Priest? Wearing his shirt, flaunting a dangerously short skirt, and pushing every button you know will get under his skin, you enjoy the game—until Damian decides he’s had enough. With patience wearing thin and his control slipping, Damian flips the script, and suddenly, it’s not a game anymore. Now, you’re playing with fire, and the real question is: how much heat can you handle?

PART 1 I PART 2

Up in the Air (Damian x Reader)

When WWE superstars find themselves with a rare day off, Rhea Ripley seizes the opportunity to play matchmaker at a local festival. As she drags her friends to food trucks, rides, and games, the sparks between you and Damian Priest begin to fly. With Rhea’s clever nudges and a series of comical misadventures, you and Damian are thrust into close quarters—sharing food, laughter, and unexpected moments of connection. But when a hot air balloon ride leaves you suspended high above the fairground, the thrill of the day turns into something deeper. FLUFF.

Perfectly Imperfect Proposal (Damian x Reader)

Damian has the perfect plan to ask his girlfriend to marry him. But what happens when nothing goes right and the universe throws a wrench in his plans? A perfectly imperfect proposal. FLUFF.

JEY USO

Oh Shut Up (Jey x Reader)

Jey Uso finds himself drawn back into the Bloodline’s chaos to protect his family’s legacy. But his girlfriend isn’t afraid to call him out, challenging his decision and testing the boundaries of their relationship. Tension rises, tempers flare, and sparks fly as Jey proves he’s always in control—even when the lines between passion and power blur. ANGST. SMUT KIND OF.

ROMAN REIGNS

The Tribal Pull (Roman x Reader)

You are a young, ambitious intern who is beginning her six month stint with WWE. Your only focus is making a lasting impression to jumpstart your career - until you catch the eye of Roman Reigns, the dominant and enigmatic Tribal Chief. What starts as professional interactions quickly turns into something more, as Roman's attention becomes impossible to ignore, and the lines between business and personal interactions blur. With each encounter, the tension between you rises, leading to a moment of no return when circumstances force them to confront their undeniable chemistry.

PART 1 I PART 2 I PART 3

[toriluvsnickwayne]

Totally Worth It

Hook x (Shibata’s sister) Reader

Requested : yes/no

Sequel to Worth It

Masterlist

Y/N prepares nervously for her date with Hook, with her brother Shibata offering reassuring words. When Hook arrives, looking dashing in his suit, Y/N feels a bit more at ease. They head out for a fancy dinner at a Michelin-starred restaurant, where the conversation flows effortlessly. As the night progresses, Y/N becomes more comfortable with Hook, enjoying his humor and attentiveness. After dinner, they stroll through the city, stopping for ice cream and laughing together. As the sun sets, Hook suggests heading to the beach, making the evening even more magical.

Y/N’s POV

Y/N stood in front of the mirror in her hotel room, her heart racing with excitement and nerves. Her brother Shibata sat on the bed, watching her with a knowing smile.

"Hey, sis, you look amazing," he said, his voice calm and reassuring. "Hook's a lucky guy."

Y/N took a deep breath, trying to calm her jitters. "Thanks, bro. I'm just really nervous. What if this date is a disaster?"

Shibata chuckled. "It won't be a disaster. Hook's a great guy, and you two have a connection. Just relax and be yourself."

Y/N nodded, taking another deep breath. She finished getting ready, her hands shaking slightly as she applied her lip gloss.

Just then, there was a knock at the door. Shibata got up to answer it, and Y/N's heart skipped a beat as she saw Hook standing in the hallway, looking handsome in his suit and tie.

"Hey, Y/N," he said, his eyes sparkling with excitement. "You look stunning."

Y/N blushed, feeling a little more at ease. "Thanks, Tyler," she replied, using the name she knew him by.

Shibata gave her a reassuring smile. "I'll let you two lovebirds get going. Have a great time, sis."

Hook offered Y/N his arm, and they headed out to a fancy dinner at a Michelin-starred restaurant. The food was exquisite, and the conversation flowed easily.

As the night went on, Y/N found herself feeling more and more comfortable around Tyler. She loved the way he made her laugh, the way he listened to her with kind eyes.

After dinner, they strolled through the city, enjoying the sights and sounds of the bustling streets. They stopped for ice cream at a popular shop, laughing and joking like they'd known each other for years.

As the sun began to set, Tyler suggested they head to the beach. Y/N agreed, and they walked hand in hand along the shore, watching the sky turn pink and orange.

Tyler turned to Y/N with a warm smile. "Y/N, from the moment I met you, I felt a connection that I couldn't ignore. I love spending time with you, and I feel like we have something special. Would you like to be my girlfriend?"

Y/N's heart soared, and she nodded. "Tyler, I'd love to."

Tyler grinned, pulling her into a tender kiss.

After the beach, Tyler took Y/N back to his hotel room, clearing it with Shibata first. They fell asleep together, wrapped in each other's arms, their hearts full of joy and happiness.

The next morning, Shibata texted Y/N, "How was the date, sis?"

Y/N smiled, snuggled up in Tyler's arms. "It was amazing, bro. I think I'm in love.

Shibata replied, "I knew it! Hook's a great guy. I'm happy for you both."

Y/N smiled, feeling grateful for her brother's support. She knew she could always count on him to be there for her, just like she knew she could count on Tyler to make her heart skip a beat.

Author’s Note: Hey lovely people of tumblr who read this this is the end of the mini series if u could call it that since it’s only 2 parts not rly anything to say for tonight. As usual, lots of love- Tori 💗

[faggotmox]

title: eyes wide shut, i promise not to fall awake rating: explicit pairing: Wheeler Yuta/Jon Moxley, Wheeler Yuta/Bryan Danielson, Wheeler Yuta/Claudio Castagnoli, background Yuta/Mox/Claudio/Bryan/Regal word count: 11,526 warnings: rape, past rape, abuse, non-consensual drug use, drugged sex, non-consensual bondage, delusions, drug abuse, budding drug addiction to be clear, mental health issues, inability to distinguish reality from not reality, fantasizing, distant partner, come play, blood play. blood kink, arousal from rape, topping from the bottom, daddy kink, domestic issues, dirty talk, free use (kinda), William Regal Haunts the Narrative, post-traumatic stress disorder, Dead Dove: Do Not Eat notes: shout out to sarah for helping proof this :D more notes under the cut, more tags on ao3 link summary: There's a match Saturday on Collision against Anthony Henry, but Yuta can't even remember what day it is anymore. series: the ancient art of quiet rape, part two

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more authors notes: I strongly urge anyone with issues reading about the experience of not being able to distinguish reality from not reality may not want to read this fic. Through out the work Yuta will be unable to remember a lot of things, and struggles with figuring out whats real and what isn't.

To be clear about some of the above tags: Yuta will be drugged during part of this fic. In other parts he will be popping pills. Yuta does not remember the events of the hospital, or that he was raped. He thinks its just a nightmare. During certain parts of this fic Yuta will fantasize about raping another character, and have dreams about being raped. Mox will mention his past with being raped in an erotic way. Yuta will be aroused by being raped.

I do feel it necessary to explain all of this since this is sensitive. I want people to enjoy this work about erotic rape and erotic abuse, not be hurt by it! (cringe shit I say but mean even though it's cringe).

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"Learning to perfect the ancient art of quiet rape, You've always been so warm and calculated, I owe you a thanks, Eyes wide shut, I promise not to fall awake, Lick the guillotine and tell you how the gasoline tastes, The grass is always greener on the other pesticide." --Eyedea & Abilities, 'Burn Fetish'

The house was always quiet. It never used to be like this, but then again there used to be a few more people around. Instead it’s just Yuta, living like a ghost in Bryan’s house. That’s what it is now. Just Bryan’s place. None of them had ever officially moved in but for some reason everyone mostly gravitated to staying there. Yuta just felt like a guest now.

Mostly Bryan was resting. Especially the first few days. There was a lot on his mentor’s mind as he tried to recover, there was a title to defend after all, but they weren’t really speaking. Sure Yuta asked what Bryan needed, how he was doing, what they would have to eat, and so on. Bryan answered. Sure they spoke here and there, but they didn't talk.

The thing was, Yuta knew he was acting strange. Lately everything made his skin crawl, every sound made him jump. Anything salty was likely to tip him into an anxiety attack. He felt like a shell of a person, terrified of nothing he could understand. Most of the time he was barely present. All day he spent checking on Bryan or training, at night he couldn’t sleep so he watched matches.

In the mirror Yuta could see the toll of sleeplessness. The nightmare plagued the young man even when he was awake. Every reiteration left Yuta with less memory, but more of a vivid feeling. Something that couldn’t be shaken off. Clinging to him like plastic, suffocating and uncomfortable.

There was so much Yuta couldn’t hide, and while he knew Bryan was recovering as well as dealing with his own trauma, the man never seemed to notice. For Yuta’s own health he had to write it off as Bryan just dealing with his own stuff. Sure, that was understandable. After all, it was Bryan who actually went through something.

“Hey, Wheeler?” Bryan’s still hoarse voice asked over the sound of cooking.

“Hm?” Yuta wasn’t actually listening, he was paying attention to the pan as he made dinner. Not really, he was actually completely zoned out.

“Why haven’t you been staying in the bed with me?” Bryan asked but he wasn’t looking at the younger man. There was a slight uncomfortableness to him even bringing it up.

“Hm.” Yuta just shrugged, not hearing the question.

“Yuta.” Bryan’s voice was louder, a little mad now. It snapped the other out of it.

“What? Sorry. My head’s somewhere else, Bryan,” Yuta admitted, glancing over to see how much he pissed his mentor off.

“Yeah. I noticed.” The slight snark to it made Yuta wince. “I just asked why you hadn’t been staying in the bed with me.”

“I…” Yuta put the spatula down so he could lean on the counter. “Just figured you needed space while you recovered.”

“Thoughtful of you,” Bryan mumbled sarcastically.

There was something that just snapped in Yuta. Hands balling up into fists as he tried to control himself. A few deep breaths until he was able to turn off the stove. Yuta turned sharply to face Bryan sitting at the breakfast bar.

“Honestly, I can’t fucking sleep, Bryan. I didn’t want to be keeping you up. So fuck you.” Yuta made sure he didn’t raise his voice, forcing the rage boiling inside of him to a simmer.

“Hey, hey. I’m sorry.” Bryan got up to come hold Yuta. Normally it’d be sweet but today it made Yuta want to scream. “You are being thoughtful. I just…missed you in bed.”

“Oh…” Yuta shrank into the hug, putting his arms around the shorter man. “Sorry.”

“It’s a two way street, right?” Bryan kissed the younger man’s cheek. “Have you tried taking your Xanax before bed? They make you really sleepy.”

“Not really. They’re for panic attacks so I didn’t think about that,” Yuta admitted, realizing he could do that. “Fuck it. Haven’t slept since you were released. I’ll take one after dinner and we can go to sleep.”

“Only if you think it’ll help. It was just a suggestion.” Bryan finally let go.

“Yeah. I do think it’ll help.” Yuta nodded, sure that it couldn't hurt at least.

Right after they ate, Yuta took a pill before cleaning up the kitchen. Bryan said he had a little headache so he needed to lay down. That was fine, Yuta wasn’t too worried about it. For a while he’d work on the dishes and when he got too tired he’d go upstairs.

The slow ascent up the steps exhausted Yuta. Each foot weighed down by dread. Despite this being what he wanted from Bryan, wanting to be noticed in his own suffering, it just felt bad. Anxiety and worry were overpowering even the medication the closer he got to the bedroom.

It felt strange, almost dreamlike to walk into the bedroom. Everything was practically how it was the last time Yuta was here. Like a time capsule of before. The sheets were different than they had been before the weekend. It was jarring to see that none of Mox or Claudio’s scattered things weren’t thrown out or even put away.

Yuta was too exhausted to think about it as he sat on the edge of the bed, opposite where the sleeping Dragon laid. House shoes kicked off, Yuta slid into bed fully clothed. The room was cool but not cold enough for a hoodie, sweatpants, or even his socks. He made sure to stay out of the covers, pushing them over towards Bryan who was already asleep.

Even with the Xanax sleep was elusive. Every so often he’d nod off but he wouldn’t sleep. As the minutes ticked by, Yuta lost more and more patience. The room was too quiet; the sound of Yuta’s racing thoughts were loud like bumps on the mat. The temperature of the room seemed to fluctuate between way too hot and slightly too cold.

In an act of frustration Yuta fished the pill bottle out of his pocket. Shaking out two more light blue pills to go into his mouth. There had to be relief somewhere, right now it looked like it might be at the bottom of the bottle. Yuta remembered Mox half jokingly telling him that if he chewed the pills up they’d hit faster, so he did that.

To balance out the advice from the other man, Yuta started doing some of the breathing exercises Bryan taught him. Slowly things started to even out as the combination of breathing and chewing the pills sent the tingling of calm. Closing his eyes, Yuta was finally met with darkness instead of ghosts.

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As soon as Yuta woke up he knew something was wrong. This wasn’t the same bedroom he had fallen asleep in. As he looked around, heart beating out of his chest he realized that he was at…Claudio’s place? It was the guest bedroom that nobody really used. Except most of Yuta’s things were there. Everything that was important to him seemed to be in the room.

Panic was flooding the young man as he got out of the bed, the covers were thrown back violently. Yuta ran towards the door, but his heart sank when the handle didn’t move.

“What the fuck, what the fuck.” Yuta rushed around the room but couldn’t figure out what he was looking for.

It felt like hours went by, but Yuta ran out of steam early. It seemed impossible. Everything was surreal. Like the fact there was a bathroom he didn’t remember from before. The door was heavy and he knew he wouldn't be able to get it open. He thought there was a window in this room but it was nowhere to be found.

A loud knock came at the door finally. The silence had lulled Yuta into a dreamlike state and the noise made him jump up to his feet, stumbling slightly. The hinges to the door didn’t make any noise as it opened. On the other side was Mox, a big grin on his face as he strolled inside. Jeans slung low with a sway to his hips. No shirt for some reason, giving Yuta a glorious view of his hairy chest.

“Hey, kid. Glad you’re up. Feeling okay?” Mox didn’t seem to mind the door latching behind him as he got closer. “Gave you a bit to cal--”

“What the fuck is this, Jon?!” Yuta shouted, so much anger welling up.

“Um…it’s the thing you wanted, man. I didn’t decide on this. I didn’t come up with it, or let myself be here. You wanted this.” Mox frowned, a look of hurt coming across his face. “Remember? At the hospital when we talked about this?”

“What? What hospital? I don’t know what the fuck you’re on about, Jon!” Yuta snapped. “Why are my drums here? Why is my computer here? All my clothes, books, movies, what the hell is this! Answer me!”

“Fucking christ. You gotta calm the fuck down. We got your fuckin’ pills too.” Mox pointed towards the nightstand. “If you relax, I’ll refresh your damn memory.”

“Calm down? You’ve got me locked in some damn room--” Yuta’s fists balled up as he contained his rage at being cut off.

“Just shut up for a minute.” Mox waved him off. “When we were at the hospital in Chicago we talked about how we wanted to keep you locked up, free to use whenever we wanted, the only time we let you out is to go wrestle.”

“Wha…” Yuta’s brain was flooded with all that memory. “We didn’t agree-- I didn’t--”

“We all know this is exactly where you want to be.” Mox sighed as he glanced back at the door. “I’ll go, if you still need to adjust. I just wanted to get my dick wet, honestly.”

“You just wanted to get your fucking dick wet? Do you hear yourself?!” Yuta took a step closer.

“I hear myself, kid. I know exactly what’s going on.” Mox’s face darkened as he stepped closer too. The threatening action made Yuta pause. “This is the whole reason you’re here. It’s what you’re good for. So I can go, give you more time to relax, but the longer you make me wait the worse it gets.”

The hospital came to mind as the threat set in. The violent violation by his fellow faction mates allowed cracks to form in Yuta, hairline fractures that weakened him as a whole. Mox knew that, even if Yuta didn’t. A little pressure on the right part would cause him to shatter. Being blindsided by his own mental state, Yuta just stared. How could this be real? Surely Bryan would notice he was missing or something?

One large hand landed on Yuta’s shoulder, moving around to the back of his neck. Gripping, holding tight but it wasn’t rough. Mox wasn’t hurting him, just pulling him closer and closer.

“Bryan ain’t coming to find you. You’ve already been gone for three days, kid.” Mox spoke quietly, slowly like he was breaking bad news.

“No, no. That’s…Bryan wouldn’t…” Yuta started to shake his head but he knew it was true. He knew that Bryan may not even notice he was missing because his mentor didn’t really care.

“I could give you your phone right now and there wouldn’t be a missed call or text from daddy.” Mox tacked on the last part just to be cruel, to really drive it home. That broke Yuta more as he started crying. “You don’t got a match for a while either, so no one at work is wonderin’.”

“Jon, please,” Yuta begged as everything inside of him crumbled.

“So, is it now or later? I’m getting impatient here.” Mox sighed as he let go, finally looking away.

Yuta stared at the older man as the gravity of the situation started to sink in. This was his new world. It felt insane to just drop to his knees but what other choice did he have? Eventually they’d just take what they wanted from him; that much Yuta learned the night at the hospital. At least he could save himself some pain maybe if he just sank to his knees now.

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The bedroom was bright and sunny, a window open to hear nature’s tune. Light sparkled through the currents. Sheets and comforters cocooned Yuta in the empty bed. It was hard to orient himself but Yuta focused on slowing down his breathing. Something was making the bed shake, it took a moment for Yuta to realize it was him.

Shaking like a leaf would be an understatement. Yuta was trembling. Even being all wrapped up, with the addition of his heavy choice in pajamas, didn’t stop it. In fact Yuta could feel himself sweating profusely, his heart jackhammering like he’d just spent an hour running the ropes.

As everything eased back into reality, Yuta was able to slowly get out of the bedding. The clothes he wore to bed were drenched in sweat, but at least it wasn’t on the bed. Cool air ran past his body but did little to quell the heat.

Once Yuta was up on his feet he noticed how bad he felt. Maybe he’d caught something. His throat felt raw and scratchy, all his joints were aching, and he had a headache despite just waking up. The clothes were sticking to his skin uncomfortably.

The hoodie was stripped first, tossed to the side as socked feet took Yuta to the bathroom. It was too bright but Yuta couldn’t do anything about it. His balance had yet to even out so he held onto the sink as he walked by, glancing at his ghostly form in the mirror.

Cold water ran into the sink, swirling down the drain as Yuta started at himself. He looked awful. Even though he slept his eyes still had bags under them, he was pale, and looked vaguely sick. Yuta could admit the look in his eyes was bad, he looked like he’d given up. Something was broken inside of him but he had no idea what.

At this point Yuta couldn’t remember basically anything from the nightmare he’d had at the hospital. Now he could barely recall the one that had just happened. It was starting to really piss him off that he just had no recollection of the things haunting him, he couldn't see them so he couldn’t deal with them.

“Stress, huh.” Yuta rolled his eyes, remembering the nurse expressing concern about his stress.

Finally, Yuta bent down to wash his face off. The cool water added a refreshing relief. Everything else started cooling down too. Getting all the grime and sweat off his face made Yuta feel significantly more human.

“Where is Bryan?” Yuta muttered to himself as he dried off his hands.

It wasn’t like Bryan was supposed to be anywhere. Bed rest had been prescribed for nearly a week. The first thing Yuta did was find his phone on the bedside table. The battery was low since the night before he hadn’t cared much if his phone was charged. The display didn’t have any messages, nothing from his mentor.

There was the possibility that Bryan was somewhere downstairs but after a quick sweep there was no one. Not even in the garden. Both of their cars were there, which was good since Bryan wasn’t supposed to be driving.

It annoyed Yuta to wake up alone. No message or indicator of where his injured partner was at. Of course Bryan just took off, that was just what he was good at. Yuta groaned to himself as he tried to back track that line of thought. After all, Bryan probably just didn’t want to wake him up since he knew Yuta hadn’t been sleeping. Not that it was even good sleep. Yuta felt more tired than he had the day before.

After some contemplation Yuta decided to just go take a shower. That would probably do him some good, right, and he’d find some fresh clothes too.

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The hot water cascaded over Yuta’s body while he ducked under the spray. It was probably too hot, his skin already taking on a pink tone. Something needed to be washed away, even if Yuta couldn’t articulate what it was that he needed to clean off himself.

Ever since the PPV it was like a layer of filth was stuck to Yuta’s skin. Each shower did nothing to rid him of the disgusting feeling. Something was weaving its way through his skin, sewing patches of filth over the cracks. Every pore felt like it was seeping and oozing.

Without looking, Yuta reached over to the shelf to grab body wash. A few bottles clattered over, one even rolling off. It stayed at the bottom of the shower; Yuta was too preoccupied to care. The faded red washcloth was lathered up quickly, and taken to his own skin like sandpaper.

Every inch of tan skin was scrubbed red raw. The strong smell of sandalwood emanated from the suds, a tiny hint of vanilla. It was hypnotic, and Yuta paused with his chest and arms done. The bubbles were washed off patches of raw skin as the smell lingered, assaulting Yuta’s memories like a punching bag.

“Fuck, Mox.” Yuta’s moans echoed in the tiled shower.

Yuta could recall the scent well. Even during training, all sweaty and wet, Yuta could smell the lingering notes of sandalwood and vanilla on Mox. It was one of the things he loved when Mox would cuddle up to him or sit too close. Comfortable and safe, until a few days prior.

Looking down, Yuta saw himself getting hard at the memories of Mox. Strong muscle, coarse hair, and the smell. Cigarettes, sandalwood, and just a little vanilla. As Yuta’s cock filled out his mind brought up images of Mox, but he fixated on a memory he had of the other man.

Hand on his cock Yuta envisioned Mox, in some nondescript hotel room with sheets to match. Sometimes if Mox was tired enough he’d fall asleep in his towel after a shower. Laying face down on the bed, Mox’s back glistened, still damp and warmed from the water. Yuta thought about all the details.

The way Mox’s scars caught water, how his body hair dried. The way the sleeping man had both arms under his head as a pillow. One foot slightly off the bed. Peaceful slumber painted his face as Yuta stepped closer and closer. One hand undoing his belt, quietly pulling it through each loop.

The tantalizing scene in Yuta’s head played out as he stroked his throbbing cock. A light hand worked his shaft so he didn’t get too excited. This was a fantasy he wanted to actually experience instead of rush through. It wasn’t something he’d ever indulged with before now, and he didn’t know why that changed.

In his mind Yuta started undoing the button and zipper of his jeans as he got to the hotel bed. One knee planted between Mox’s legs as he reached up to bring the other man’s hands down. It took a few seconds to thread his belt around Mox’s wrist until he was tied up.

“Yoots?” Mox muttered, his tired face turning towards the younger man.

“Yeah, Mox?” Yuta started to peel the towel back to reveal one of the best asses he’d ever seen. Thick muscles sculpted into two beautiful globes. “So hot.”

“Wha’s up?” Mox shook his wrists, sleepiness still affecting his judgment.

“Don’t worry about that, baby,” Yuta assured the other as he moved around.

“‘Kay.” Mox let his head fall back onto the bed, eyes closing because of the trust he had in his young boy.

Yuta mounted Mox with ease, his cock slipping between the other’s cheeks. The rush of power and euphoria made Yuta’s head spin. There was a slight grunt from Mox as the weight settled down and the rough material of jeans scratched his skin. It didn’t matter, not to Yuta, and neither did the uncomfortable position his prey was in.

Below him there was some shifting from Mox as he realized how uncomfortable the position felt. A slight strain of the back and tensing of muscles let Yuta know the other was exactly where he wanted. Hands started tracing the damp scars, finding nonexistent patterns and shapes.

“Hm?” Mox tried to look back.

“Ready for me, baby?” Yuta grunted as he sat up on his knees, pushing the other’s legs further apart.

“No? I don’t…wha?” Mox shook his head as he felt the pressure against his hole.

No lube or prep went into it. It took a lot of effort to push in, and when he did Mox howled in pain. The belt was tugged and pulled but kept Mox immobilized as Yuta fucked into him. It felt so good, Yuta thought, as he slammed into the man below him.

“Fuck! Wheeler!” Mox cried out. “Please!”

“Please what, bitch?” Yuta was breathless, losing all composure.

“Stop!” Mox cried. “It hurts. Please?”

“Stop? You want me to stop?” Yuta breathlessly spoke as he leaned over Mox’s back. “No. I’m taking what’s mine.”

The hot water of the shower washed the seed away as Yuta came hard into his hand. It was good, even satisfying, Yuta realized as he came down from the euphoria. The fantasy stayed there, playing more even after Yuta finished. Thinking about the way Mox would fight back, wiggling to get away maybe. The violence of the situation made Yuta feel like he could go again.

Before he could delve more into this newly uncovered fantasy, the bathroom door opened. Yuta jumped, turning to look even though the glass of the door was fogged over. The place was filled with steam from the too hot shower, even wiping the glass didn’t help. For some reason Yuta’s anxiety ramped up thinking it was maybe Mox or Claudio, he wasn’t exactly sure why that also made him even more horny.

“Wheeler?” Bryan’s voice called. “You better be in there. That’s a lot of water to wa--”

“I’m here. Yeah.” Yuta squeaked, quickly reaching out to turn the temperature down. “Are you okay? You weren’t here when I woke up.”

“I’m good.” Bryan’s cheerful voice played over the rushing of water. “I went for a run af--”

Yuta threw the door of the shower open frantically.

“You went for a run? Bryan, you’re not cleared!” Yuta shouted, suddenly unreasonably angry. “What the hell is wrong with you? After what happ--”

“Wheeler, Wheeler. Relax.” Bryan frowned. “I went this morning while you slept after I got medically cleared to start training again. I’m fine.”

“That was today?” Yuta looked the other man over. Seeing his boyfriend in running gear made his stomach knot up. “I-I was supposed to go with you.”

“It was just a doctor’s appointment. You were asleep finally so I didn’t wake you up. Wheeler, you’ve got a match soon and you’ve not slept at all.” Bryan cocked his head to the side. “You don’t even know what day it is.”

“I-I-” Yuta closed his eyes tightly as he tried to focus and figure out what the fuck was happening.

“You’re wasting water, Wheeler,” Bryan pointed out with disappointment.

“Sorry.” Yuta turned to get back in so he could turn the water off completely. “I just wanted to be there, Bryan.” The fluffy blue towel wrapped around Yuta’s waist as he hung his head.

“You leave tonight for Ohio,” Bryan sighed as he finished undressing.

“I do?” Yuta considered the days, frowning at the mirror. When had he lost so many days? “Uh, wh-who am I--?”

“Fuck. You don’t even know? I need you to focus, Wheeler, okay? Do you understand me?” Bryan’s stern voice felt like a cheese grater. “You’re wrestling Anthony Henry in Ohio on Collision.”

“Okay. Well.” Yuta shrugged, finally standing up right. “I can beat Henry.”

“Not if you’re going to be this distracted. Not knowing what day it is, who you’re matched up against, not training, not sleeping. You’re going to forget your boots too.” Bryan rolled his eyes.

“Fuck you. I’ve been--” Yuta paused, unable to articulate anything.

“You’ve been what, Wheeler?” Bryan shook his head. “You’ve been distracted. Figure it out. You can’t let what happened distract you. Got it?”

The nerve of Bryan saying that struck something in Yuta. For a moment he just stared at the other man, trying to figure out what was going on. Maybe Bryan was in denial or something, Yuta couldn’t just ask. Neither one of them was ready to talk about it. Clearly.

“Got it.” Yuta nodded curtly before exiting the bathroom.

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Traveling alone, to Ohio no less, was a tough experience. Even though Yuta had traveled by himself before this felt different. This was alone. There wasn’t going to be anyone waiting for him here or on the connecting flight, not at the hotel or even the arena. Even Bryan couldn’t do the drop off since he wasn’t supposed to be driving yet.

Not that Bryan seemed to want to take his prodigy. That was something Yuta had to just chalk up to Bryan still being messed up from Chicago. That was what he had to keep telling himself about a lot of things.

The whole trip was numbing. No excitement or anxiety bubbling up. Granted that could have been the excess of pills he had been taking. By the time Yuta got into his hotel room he was ready to pass out. At least he hoped he was, because he still hadn’t slept. The night before didn’t count because he woke up still exhausted.

In the morning Yuta had to get up to work out, something he promised his mentor. Now he was thinking about just skipping it. No one would notice. Sleeping was probably more important. Another pill was popped while the rest sat on the bedside table.

Despite best efforts, Yuta tossed and turned unable to fully rest. There weren’t any vivid, unrememberable nightmares this time. Small things to be thankful for, he thought while staring at the shadows passing across the ceiling. Yuta tried not to think about how the morning would come soon, leaving him unrested for his match.

Yuta let his mind wander since nothing else was working. Slowly his eyes drifted closed to the fantasy he had about Mox while in the shower. The way Mox looked while struggling, the sounds he was making. It was easy to conjure up the scene, after all Yuta knew Mox pretty well at this point.

It had never occurred to Yuta he may have a rape kink, but here he was fantasizing about just that. Yuta also didn’t take long, just thinking about Mox begging him to stop sending him over. Come spilled over into his hand with a grunt, still thinking about forcing Mox.

Getting up was out of the question so Yuta just cleaned himself off with his t-shirt. The smear of come across the old BCC logo wasn’t lost on him. Settling back in Yuta realized he was still thinking about it. What would it be like to force such a strong man? Make him beg and cry?

As Yuta pondered just those things he started to drift off, finding peace as he fell asleep. Actually fell asleep, and the sleep was good. Relief and recovery flooded Yuta, he was sure he could have slept for days if not for the courtesy call from the front desk. The one Bryan made him set up just to be sure Yuta got some training in and didn’t oversleep.

Training was the last thing the young man wanted to do. The hotel gym was empty since it was so early. Yuta tried to motivate himself through the workout by telling himself he could go straight back to bed until it was show time. There just wasn't anything there. No drive or focus.

“I can beat Henry,” Yuta mumbled to himself.

The reflection from the mirror caught the haunted look. The stress, pain, and disconnection all etched into his face. Exhaustion stayed creeping around the edges, threatening to reinvade. Breaks in the mask that Yuta put on for everyone else, little fractures that would soon become a serious threat.

Considering how he had been eating lately, which was nothing at all, Yuta realized he needed to eat if he was going to wrestle tonight. Even though Yuta wasn't hungry he figured that could be why he looked so terrible. There wasn’t much he had been eating lately. Once up in his room Yuta called for room service, ordering a decent sized breakfast and coffee. The likelihood of him eating everything was slim but at least there would be coffee.

By the time the bell boy came by with Yuta’s breakfast he was showered and watching some movie. After handing off the tip Yuta sat down as the guy left the room. None of the food looked that good to him as he stared down what he ordered. After heavy consideration the coffee and the waffles were taken first. Settling back on the couch to watch the movie, so he had a distraction while he ate.

“Nothing?” The head FBI agent asked in the movie.

“Nothing,” the main guy responded.

“Go home, kid. Get the hell outta here. Get some sleep. You look like shit. They get anything even resembles your guy, I'm on your beeper. Here. You like feta?” The boss agent was offering food to the main guy.

“Feta. My favorite.”

Yuta wasn’t paying much attention, but he realized he’d seen this movie a lot. Like a lot. Enough to remember most of the lines.

“Johnny…” the boss agent said as Yuta finally looked up at the screen, drinking his lukewarm hotel coffee. “All I wanna know is one thing, why didn't you just take the shot?”

“I don't know,” Johnny responded.

“I see why Mox thinks this movie is hot,” Yuta mumbled against the ceramic edge of the cup as the next scene rolled around.

Most of the coffee was gone so quick, Yuta figured it was time to dive into the food. Nothing looked good, but nothing had for days now. The first bite of waffle was actually fantastic. Yuta moaned softly as he started eating quicker. The sweet fluffiness filled Yuta up. New life came over him as he felt warmer and happier as soon as the food hit his stomach.

Even Yuta’s anxiety and depression were lifting. The slow, deep ache he was constantly feeling started to recede. Weight was taken from his shoulders allowing him to actually relax, sinking into the couch as the movie flashed interestingly in front of him. Food practically forgotten about, his entire existence changed.

The couch was breaking away leaving Wheeler feeling like he was floating in water. Gently drifting along the surface in the calm, cool currents. Waves gently rolling onto the beach. A liquid lull that nearly pulled Yuta into blessed sleep. Eyes and body getting heavier like sand washing up on the shore.

The movie played on regardless of Yuta’s state. Mesmerizing colors traced across the scene. As the weight of exhaustion dragged Yuta down he finally drifted off for a moment, thinking about how he needed to set an alarm. Just in case he overslept, but he couldn't will his body into action.

Just as the last bit of consciousness left Yuta he could have sworn he heard the mechanical lock whirling to life on the door. Someone was coming into the hotel room. Even the threat of an unknown person in the room couldn’t motivate Yuta into doing anything more than tip his head to the side to try to see.

“Hey, you’re watching my favorite movie, prince.” Mox’s voice floated through Yuta’s psyche.

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Stress. It was all the stress. Like the nurse had said back when Bryan was in the hospital, stress is a very serious thing. This was another stress nightmare. That was the only way Yuta could accept what was happening. Even everything felt the same as that night, as fleeting as Yuta’s memory was of that event.

Slowly waking up to a much darker hotel, it was difficult for Yuta to adjust. The TV was still playing the movie, the food was still out, and he was still on the couch. Somehow it felt different, even looked a little different. Like a dream.

Just like a dream Mox was standing there. Beautifully basked in the glow of his preferred movie, attention captivated by the moving frames. The three quarter profile really showed Mox off to Yuta as he scanned over the shirtless frame of his boyfriend (yes, ex). The trim waist made Mox’s ass pop. Yuta’s eyes hovered over the thick muscles of the other man’s backside before moving up to examine his abs and the way muscle flexed around Mox’s ribcage, and perfectly defined pecs covered in wiry hair.

On screen the final fight between the two guys played, Mox’s eyes locked onto the image. While Patrick Swazye and Keanu Reeves backdropped each other, Mox started undoing his jeans. There was an audible sigh from the pseudo king at the relief. The light blue jockstrap peeked out from under the jeans slipping down his hips.

“This has gotta be a dream,” Yuta muttered as he let his head fall back.

“There’s my prince.” Mox easily tore his eyes away from the screen to smile at his young boy, preferring Yuta to his own favorite movie.

“Wha’s goin’ on, Jon?” Yuta hated not being able to speak well, his words bleeding out at the ends.

“You have a match tonight,” Mox mentioned as he walked around to stand over the other. “You almost done?”

“Wha?” Yuta blinked a few times before he heard another voice.

“One minute and I’ll be finished, King.” Claudio’s voice came from behind the couch.

“Wha’ the fuck?” Yuta jumped, trying to move but nothing moved. In fact something pulled.

“Don’t start that, sweetheart.” Mox reached out to run his fingers through Yuta’s hair, pacifying the panic with affection. “Claudio’s just making sure you’re secure, then it’ll be just the two of us.”

“Jus’ t’two of us?” Yuta blinked up at the other man. Feelings came back to him as he remembered the hospital, instead of being afraid he was confused and horny. Just like now.

“Finished.” Claudio’s voice came over the room once more.

“That was exactly one minute.” Mox grinned over the couch at the other.

“I know,” Claudio acknowledged as he walked around to look at the young man on the couch. “We didn’t want you to strain yourself before your match.”

Mox nodded along, hand coming up to cup the back of Claudio’s head to pull him down for a kiss. Just as they had at the hospital the pair bit more than kissed. Mox did all the biting as he bit into Claudio’s mouth until the larger man bled. There wasn’t as much red as there had been but Claudio wore it proudly, stars lighting up his eyes as he looked down at Mox.

“You’re good,” Mox muttered against the other’s lips.

“I am?” Claudio’s whisper made Yuta feel like this was a moment he wasn’t supposed to experience. It felt odd, out of place. It kind of made the younger man feel even more like he was in a fever dream.

“You are.” Mox placed the larger man’s hand over the tacky cross necklace he had been wearing.

“Thank you, King.” Claudio bowed his head to the other man before starting to step back, but the ‘King’ stopped him.

“If you’d like to say anything to him, give him a little something.” Mox nodded towards Yuta. “Want him to remember who cares about him after all.”

“It is your night--” Claudio shook his head humbly as if he couldn’t even consider taking this time away from his king.

“Remember when it comes to the prince, he’s ours,” Mox insisted.

Yuta was sure he was in some sort of fever dream now. It wasn’t just the fog in his brain. It wasn’t often Claudio was vulnerable like that, in so few words. To Yuta that wasn’t something his old boyfriend would do. Or maybe he was just in denial about what was happening? Thoughts raced back and forth until Claudio came over.

“Sweetheart.” Claudio knelt down, one knee on the carpet just like a knight paying respect.

“Claudio?” Yuta felt teary eyed for some reason.

“I want you to know something very important.” Claudio made sure they kept eye contact, making sure their young boy was listening. “You are an incredible wrestler. Accept your violence. I can tell no one has been taking care of you during this time.” There was a pause where the Swiss giant had to collect himself. “I know you must be exhausted, but you have tonight under control.”

“Wha’?” Yuta recoiled at the faithful trust the other still had in him.

“You can beat Henry any day of the week, under any conditions. I know you can because I trained you.” Claudio bowed his head. “Do not let anyone make you believe you can’t handle what you’re doing tonight. You’ll win, sweetheart.”

“I-I-” Yuta felt himself start to cry a little. Crisp, high emotions soared through every space in his body as the words being directed towards him. “--love you.”

“I love you too.” Claudio leaned forward to catch the other’s lips in a sickeningly sweet kiss sealed in the older man’s blood. “I’ll leave you two to it.”

The tall man stood up from his place kneeling in front of Yuta. Walking away towards the door like a ghost leaving the scene of a haunting. Every weird, strange feeling Yuta had been grappling with welled up like a tsunami, crashing against the sides of his skull. Yuta felt like he might drown in it.

Suddenly it all stopped. Calm waters washed over the shores. Yuta felt himself coming back down from the emotional high. The strange confessional left Yuta heartbroken and motivated in what he previously considered wrong directions. He closed his eyes, letting his head fall back.

At some point it permeated Yuta that Claudio had been tying him up. The crafty freak was able to tie him down. Arms stretched over the back of the coarse hotel couch, wrists tied. There was just enough slack to not strain him. Both ankles were tied in some web Yuta couldn’t figure out. Probably anchored to the feet of the couch, but he wasn’t exactly sure.

What Yuta was sure about was that he was naked. All the clothes he had been wearing seemed to have vanished when he woke up. Not only was he nude, but his cock laid half hard against his thigh. Clearly interested in whatever this was, after all he had been jerking off to the reverse of this not long ago. (Maybe it was a wet dream, Yuta tried to convince himself).

“Hey, baby.” Mox smiled fondly as he walked over to his young boy. “How’re you doing?”

“Don’ know.” Yuta admitted as his eyes honed in on the other man’s crotch. “Wha’s goin’ on?”

“I just wanted to see you before your match,” Mox admitted, a little shrug. “Been thinkin’ about you.”

“Huh.” Yuta couldn’t think of much more to say because Mox looked genuine. The cute puppy quality to the man’s eyes was there. It was the first hint Yuta really saw of his old boyfriend.

“I know you’re going through a lot right now. Everything seems too big and terrifying, I’m sure. Just trust us, okay?” Mox was in nothing but the jock that Yuta was pretty sure he got for the pseudo king. “I wanted it to be just the two of us right now.”

“Trust you?” Yuta laughed at that, maybe that wasn’t fair in such a tender moment but he couldn’t stop himself.

“Yeah. Trust us.” Mox frowned, reaching out to stroke Yuta’s beard. It was untamed at the moment. “Same way you trust Claudio to do your beard on match days.”

“I donno,” Yuta admitted, his eyes growing soft and heavy until he let them close. It was nice to feel affection again that didn’t make his skin crawl.

“That’s okay. I know. Claudio knows.” Mox let his hand drop to the back of the couch so he could move onto the couch himself, settling right on top of his young boy’s lap. “You’re ours, Wheeler. You belong with us. Sooner you realize that the better.”

There were too many words swimming around so Mox leaned in to kiss Yuta softly. Easy and calm, nothing like Yuta was expecting. Their lips danced together, tongues meeting. It was so good, lighting everything up for the younger man as he gave himself over. Slowly Mox started rocking his hips, allowing Yuta to rub his cock against the exposed ass on top of him.

Soft moans were exchanged as they both got into it. The ropes tugged when Yuta tried to move to touch the beautiful body above him. Mox snickered a little at Yuta’s whine. Large hands started to explore since the younger man clearly wanted to. Some kind of denial torment that made Yuta’s pulse quicken. Just the right kind of touches to really stir his appetite.

The hands stayed gentle as Mox’s mouth descended on his young boy’s neck. The rough bites and nips were playful. It felt good enough that Yuta tipped his head to the side so that the other had more skin. Mox was easily entertained, much like a puppy with a new chew toy, just gnawing at the hard muscles.

“Been worried about ya.” Mox finally stopped the oral assault to speak. “Like our big guy said, no one’s been taking care of you.”

“M’fine,” Yuta muttered, his hips rolling as his aching erection called for more attention.

“Don’t lie to me.” Mox cupped the younger man’s cheek, making them see eye to eye. “You don’t have to.”

“I--” Yuta’s head was so foggy he had no idea what he was thinking. “Dreamed o’you?”

“Asking or telling me that, kid?” Mox sat up, shifting back on the lap he was perched on.

“Tellin’.” Yuta blinked a few times, willing the haze to go away. “Oh fuck, Mox.”

A wet, warm hand wrapped around Yuta’s aching dick, a light squeeze that sent sparks all over his body. He felt heightened. Just that touch nearly had Yuta ending prematurely. The gentle glide of Mox’s hand was all he could focus on anymore.

“Feel good, baby?” Mox grinned, leaning in for another kiss. This time it was quicker. “Tell me your dream.”

“Ah. Dreamin’ righ’ now.” Yuta shrugged, or at least attempted to.

“That what it feels like, Wheeler? You’re dreamin’?” Mox questioned.

“Yeah. It’s ’ll warm an’ soft.” Yuta moaned at the skilled way the other knew his way around the cock in hand. “Feels good.”

“Tell me about your dream, sweetheart.” Mox returned to the topic at hand.

“S’not very nice,” Yuta admitted.

“Good. I like it when you’re mean.” Mox let go of his young boy’s cock.

“No,” Yuta whined and opened his eyes.

“Relax. Tell me the dream anyways.” Mox pushed as he repositioned himself over the hard dick he just had in his hand.

“Fuck, Mox.” Yuta was paying more attention as he felt the head of his cock press against Mox’s wet hole. Slight pressure. “Please, please, Wanna fuck you again…”

“You will, sweet prince. You will.” Mox groaned loudly, totally unashamed as he slowly took Yuta’s cock.

“It-- I--” Yuta could’t focus but he wanted to answer. Actually wanted to reveal himself to his tormentor.

“That’s it, Wheeler, fuck. You fill me so fuckin’ good.” Mox let out a sigh of relief as he seated himself fully on the younger man.

“R-Raped you,” Yuta confessed as they looked into each other’s eyes, deeply connected via each other’s bodies.

It wasn't just that Yuta saw how much that turned on Mox. He could feel it too. The insanely tight passage clenched around Yuta’s cock. There was a slight swivel of hips too. The aggressive hunger on Mox’s face pried more details out of the younger man.

“T-Tied your hands…up.” Yuta bit his lip as the man in his lap started moving. “W-With…my belt.”

“Fuck, Wheeler, I’m--” Mox shook his head as he started to really fuck himself. “I wish you had.”

“Fucked,” Yuta said breathlessly, not able to put the phrase together without a pause. “Dry.”

“Bet you did.” Mox groaned, one of his hands lacing through Yuta’s locks at the back of his head. “Fucked me dry until I cried, huh?” The hand tightened, pulling the younger man’s head back hard. “That’s so fuckin’ hot, you don’t even know.”

“It is?” Yuta couldn’t believe that but he thought it was hot obviously.

“Fuck, yeah. You wanna rape me, Wheeler? Make me your bitch? Maybe pay me back for all the shit I did?” Mox grinned at the wide eyed look directed at him.

“Yes!” Yuta nearly found himself shouting, trying to thrust up into Mox but finding little room.

“I want you to too,” Mox confessed right in Yuta’s ear.

Yuta felt his eyes roll back in his head. It was too much. Everything was too hot again. There was a burning inside of the young man, a need to take something back. All he wanted was to be able to break free of the ropes and throw Mox onto the floor. Hell, it seemed like even Mox wanted that. But the ropes didn’t budge. Of course not, Yuta thought to himself, this was exactly where he wanted to be after all.

For some reason Mox started to slow down. A slow, gradual rocking of the hips. It was good, teasingly tender and Yuta wanted to cry. This soft side was too reminiscent of before. Mox’s head was practically resting on Yuta’s shoulder, so the younger man tipped his head in to nuzzle Mox. There was a soft hum of approval that made Yuta smirk as he bit down hard on whatever he could find.

Mox growled in pain as he stopped moving. One rough hand landed on Yuta’s neck while he latched onto the underside of Mox’s jaw. The hand started to squeeze. At first Yuta thought Mox was about to choke him, but that wasn’t it. There was pressure at the bottom of Yuta’s jaw making him slowly unclench his jaw. The way one would do to a dog.

“Disappointing.” Mox grunted as he set up but kept a hand on his captive’s neck. Checking his own neck he touched the bite mark only to find saliva. “No blood?”

“I--” Yuta tried to say something, what he wasn’t sure of, but thankfully Mox stopped him before he needed to think of more words. The hand on his neck moved to tightly hold his chin. “Huh?”

“If you’re gonna hurt me, Wheeler,” Mox grunted as he wiped the spit off his neck onto his hand, “At least make it worth it. Make me bleed. I know you’re better than this.” Mox wiped the bit of spit across Yuta’s face. “You’ve made me bleed plenty of times. C’mon.”

“Fuck…you.” Yuta growled, tugging again at the ropes. “If--If not-- I’m tied down!”

“And I gave you the perfect opportunity to rip my throat out. Take it.” Mox growled.

Something inside Yuta woke up, a fire rekindled. Mox was right. He was capable of hurting the man on top of him, even bound, there were plenty of times Yuta was able to inflict violence. The first thought was to headbutt but they were too far apart with too little slack. Instead Yuta worked up all the spit he could. The medium sized glob landed on Mox’s cheek, catching in the ginger beard hairs.

“Atta boy.” Mox grinned down at his captive. “That’s what we want outta you.”

“Little closer,” Yuta said as he bared his teeth. “I’ll show you more.”

“You better, kid.” Mox winked.

Their lips met suddenly, a hard crash of teeth that pushed Yuta’s head back. The wet spot on the other man’s cheek smeared across Yuta’s darker beard. Tension amped as Mox prepared himself for whatever the younger man was going to do, but Yuta just kissed back.

Slowly Mox untensed, his body going slack as he started to ride his young boy again. The hand on Yuta’s jaw went lax too. An opportunity happened the moment Mox gave up on there being some sort violence. Without hesitation Yuta bit hard into the other man’s lip.

The taste of rich copper was well known to the both of them. Mox gave an initial jerk but Yuta didn’t let go. Sharp teeth dug in deeper the louder the older man moaned. It was hard but Yuta tried his best to buck his hips too. The little bit of room was just enough to send his message.

Blood was in Yuta’s beard now. Instead of pulling away Mox tried to lean in, less tension but it just gave Yuta the opportunity to latch onto another part of the torn lip. For a brief moment Yuta wished he would be able to inflict enough damage to cause stitches, but he doubted he could do that in his current state. Still he tried. His cock throbbed each time he heard the pained whimper from Mox.

One of Mox’s hands was on his own dick, while the other was pushing on Yuta’s shoulder again. Trying to create space or end their bloody kiss all together. It wasn’t going to be on Mox’s terms though. The more the older man tried to get out of the kiss the more Yuta kept his hold firm.

The static electric pleasure was bouncing off the both of them, wiring them together. Against his stomach Yuta could feel how rough Mox was being with his own dick. Hips moving up and down in quick, little motions that were driving Yuta insane but probably did wonders for Mox. Finally Mox dragged his hand over to Yuta’s throat and started to squeeze. A warning to let go.

Yuta did not let go. There was no warning he was willing to heed at this point. He snarled as the hand gripped tighter. The throb of Yuta’s pulse rushed in his ears, keeping time with the ache in his cock. Buried deep inside the man choking him, that man’s blood between them. They fucked as they fought, struggling in a strange display of parallel dominance.

Stars started sparkling in Yuta's vision as darkness carved out the edges. Carefully breathing through the choking was ingrained in the young man, but it was eventually too much. Mox’s bloodied mouth was released, Yuta’s head falling back as he searched for air. Once released Mox let go of his young boy’s neck.

The entire time Mox had his hand on his dick. After a few seconds Yuta could barely open his eyes, looking up at the pseudo king. Red smeared, some even dripping. Mox looked so pleased, so turned on. Finally the hand on his dick stopped only to come up to collect some blood and reach back into his jock.

“Fuck,” Yuta muttered, opened-mouth breathing because of all the blood and spit.

“What’s wrong, kid?” Mox smirked like he had achieved something but the younger man just shook his head.

“It’s hot,” Yuta admitted, his eyes trying to catch sight of the inside of the jock. “Lemme see your hand.”

“Sick fuck.” Mox once more brought his hand out, presenting it to Yuta.

All of the mixed fluids gathered in Yuta’s mouth were spat into the awaiting hand. It wasn’t going to be good lube; there was something disgusting and hot about Mox smearing his spit and blood all over his dick. The look of pleasure that came over his face made Yuta moan too.

“S’hot. H-Hard--” Yuta tried to encourage. “Harder.”

“Hm. Demanding brat.” Mox’s tongue stuck out a little as he kept the pace and depth he was at.

“Fuck you,” Yuta grunted, trying to hold onto the anger in the sea of pleasure. “What’d’you wann’ from me?”

“Tell me you’re gonna win. Tell me you’re going to fuck Henry up.” Mox looked sternly down at the other, their eyes staying locked. “All I want is you to win and keep winning.”

“Weird…way’o showin’ it,” Yuta muttered, trying to shake off the hand.

Something dark took over Mox’s face. It wasn’t anger, but Yuta had a feeling he was in trouble. The hand returned to the younger man’s neck, holding him still as Mox leaned in. Slow tantalizing rock of their hips kept the pleasure heightened. Blood-wet lips pressed against Yuta’s ear.

“You have no idea.” Mox’s husky voice echoed through his young boy’s ear. “Think I haven’t been where you are right now? Where do you think we learned it all from, kid? You’ll understand, soon. Just enjoy it, like you have been.”

“Don’ wan’ this.” Yuta tried again but his dick was still rock hard inside the other.

“Neither did I,” Mox admitted, his teeth nibbling on his young boy’s ear. “It was still hot as fuck. It didn’t matter what I wanted, it was about giving me what I needed. I had no choice in the matter because Lordship knew best.”

“Jon, please.” Yuta tried to shake his head.

“It’s okay. You can imagine it,” Mox teased, deciding to pick up the pace now. Powerful thighs working to bring him further up and back down. They moaned together.

“Fuck.” Yuta’s broken sob came from his chest. Somehow Mox knew that he was getting off to this. His brain conjured up the exact images he needed to imagine the scene Mox was telling. It made an intense guilt pool with the horniness.

“The first time was in the locker rooms. It was fucking insane. We fought, but of course I couldn’t win.” Mox kissed down Yuta’s neck. “Not when my head felt like yours.” Teeth scratched at Yuta’s pulse. “We’re different, Wheeler.”

“Different.” Yuta had closed his eyes long ago, violent pornographic scenes playing for him. There was something that needed to be reconciled deep within, some sort of split that Yuta needed to stitch together.

“Fuck me. You remind me so much of Claudio.” Mox panted, really working himself up now. “You just think you have to be such a nice guy, baby, but you don’t. It took so much to break that nice guy act down, but once you get underneath? There’s so much more. He just never knew it either.”

“Mox?” Yuta grunted, pushing against the hand. “Mox?”

“Hey, relax.” Mox let go of his young boy’s face, and pulled away so he couldn’t be attacked. “What?”

“I’m gonna win. I’m gonna fuck Henry up. Doesn’t matter-- forgot my boots or not. Fuckin’ win.” Yuta forced the words out as he looked up into the king’s face.

“God damn right,” Mox growled. “You’re fuckin’ perfect, Wheeler.”

Their foreheads came together, nuzzling at each other as if this were the ring. They shared each other's air and space. Despite being joined they weren’t close enough. Mox scrambled, grabbing and pressing himself fully against his young boy, blood and sweat allowing their skin to slide together.

Tears caught in the corners of Yuta’s eyes. There wasn’t anything wrong, he wasn’t hurting or upset. Were they were happy tears? Yuta had to admit they were. The emotion welling up inside him at Mox calling him perfect stitched the broken parts of Yuta back together. He felt so raw and new, like a freshly healed wound.

The rough way their bodies were moving together was countered by the soft kisses Mox laid across his young boy’s cheek. Their lips ended up together again, rough but normal aside from the blood. A shaky half moan, half sob wormed its way out of Yuta’s chest.

“Let it out. No one else’ll know,” Mox spoke, still lip to lip, muttering in barely audible words. “Want us to come together, baby.”

“Please, Mox, please.” Yuta begged for release as the tears started to slide down his face.

“Fuck. Good boy. Look at you.” Mox watched the tears slipping down Yuta’s face, he hadn’t stopped really working his hips but he was finally starting to ride his young boy properly. “You’re so fuckin’ pretty, baby.”

The more Mox said the more of Yuta’s tears slipped out. More compliments, soft words following. The unshakable faith Mox had in his young boy, what he saw in his young boy, all the while riding Yuta to the breaking point.

“Ah, fuck. Come on. Be a good boy, and come with daddy, yeah?” Mox growled, his hand being shoved back into his jockstrap.

“Daddy,” Yuta hiccuped between his moans and crying.

“Yeah, baby, c’mon. You’re all pent up.” Mox was breathless as he sweet talked. “Ain’t no one been takin’ care of you, huh? And I’ve been playing with you far too long. Fill daddy up, Wheeler. Be a good boy.”

The words were going straight to Yuta’s cock. Sure there were plenty of times Mox begged to be bred, but this time he wasn’t begging. Practically ordering his young boy in the nicest way. Yuta felt his balls tighten as Mox purposely squeezed around him, making himself tight.

Yuta snapped at the tight feeling squeezing his cock, coming deep inside the tight passage. They shared more fluid as Yuta felt his seed flood Mox. Somehow Mox managed to shoot off at the same time causing senstational spasms through him to Yuta’s cock, massaging and milking him. They slumped together but Yuta could still feel his cock twitching and leaking.

Despite not wanting this Yuta was desperate for more, he even wished Claudio was there to take a turn. His cock was aching for more action. Mox was slowly rocking on his hips in Yuta’s lap.

“You’re a good boy, Wheeler,” Mox muttered. “But you’re only a good boy for us. Understand?”

“Yeah.” Yuta responded automatically as he floated through his post orgasm bliss. At this point he'd agree to practically anything.

“You belong with us.” Mox reiterated as he slowly kissed up Yuta's neck.

“You sure?” Yuta moaned softly at the teasing kissing.

“I'm sure.” Mox kissed the shell of his young boy's ear. “Been sure since those first forty seconds, baby.”

+++

Brrring. Brrrring.

A calamity of noise loudly rang out in the near empty hotel room. Cold food sat out since the morning, but the TV had turned itself off after a few hours. Everything was nearly pitch black.

Brrrrring. Briiiiing.

There was a heavy fog settled over Yuta’s mind, even trying to wake up in panic didn’t work. A clammy, cold sweat took over his entire body as he laid on the couch, slumped over from sitting up while he fell asleep. Everything moved like a washing machine so Yuta laid back down on the couch for a moment. The noise continued but Yuta was finding himself drifting back to sleep.

Brrriiing. Briiiiing. Briiiiing. Briiiing.

Finally it stopped so Yuta closed his eyes completely to let himself go back to sleep. There were thoughts swimming around that he couldn’t make heads or tails of at the moment. It was too much to try to decipher currently as words and images played out. And just as Yuta shoved those things out of his mind enough to sleep another noise started.

Knock. Knock.

That was at the door. It dawned on Yuta that the weird sound before had been the hotel phone and now there was knocking on his door. Slowly he started to get up, the rushing world around him blurred as he tried to get upright. A coffee cup was knocked over on the table but Yuta didn’t pay any mind to it.

Knock. Knock. Knock. Knock.

“Comin’.” Yuta finally found his raspy voice. It sounded like he’d slept with his mouth open, scratching his throat.

Knock. Knock. Knock. Knock.

“Coming!” Yuta stumbled step by step to the door, using the wall to help him. The door was finally opened. “Hi?”

“Mr. Yuta.” A woman about Yuta’s age stood on the other side with a concerned smile. “Our front desk attempted to call 3 times for your wake up call,” she informed him as she took a look at him. “So I came up to make sure you’re okay.”

“Oh. Fuck.” Yuta rubbed a hand over his face. “Yeah. I’m okay. My sleeping has been messed up a lot from all the traveling. Thank you for coming up.”

“It’s no problem, sir. Can I get you anything?” she asked as he gave the young man another look over.

“Um.” Yuta froze for a few seconds but then nodded. “Coffee?”

“Sure. I’ll have it sent right up, sir.” She smiled, gave a little bow, and took off.

The door clicked shut, the auto lock turning with a whirl. Alone, Yuta stood there for a moment with his forehead pressed against the cold metal door. Flashes of what he could only assume was another stress nightmare plagued his eyes. Slowly he turned around to slump back against the door.

Resting against the door Yuta looked down at his hands. There were no marks from fighting back. No rope burn or bruising on his wrists like he expected from being tied to the couch. Nothing. Not even irritation or muscle strain. The young man forced himself off the door too quickly, everything swam around his vision as he stumbled back towards the cold food on the coffee table.

Frantically Yuta started stacking the plates to put the room service cart in the hall. Secretly he was searching for some hidden clue that the dreams he was having were real. Nothing. Again there wasn’t anything abnormal about the coffee table. Attentions were turned towards the couch, but there wasn’t any evidence there either.

Vaguely Yuta could remember blood and come during his dream. Blankets of craziness started to suffocate him as he rushed into the ensuite bath. The bright lights bounced off the shiny mirror while Yuta’s eyes took too long to adjust. Most of his weight bared on the sink counter as he stared the reflection down.

Other than the horrible bags under Yuta’s eyes there weren't any other signs of distress or activities. It was hard to fish for pieces but Yuta tried remembering. No bite marks or bruises. Hell, Yuta didn’t even feel like he had some freaky sex.

“It was just a nightmare,” Yuta muttered to his reflection.

All those movie scenes where a character punched their mirror all made sense in that one moment. Everything about the reflection was something Yuta hated. The exhaustion in his dark eyes, the palness, the waning muscles. It all made a rock of self hate settle in the young man’s stomach. The reflection wasn’t who he truly was, but every day he was feeling more and more like the ghost before him.

“Fuck you,” Yuta growled at the man in the mirror. “You’re weak. You wouldn’t be able to beat Henry.” He narrowed his eyes, anger and pain starting a fire. “But I can.”

The lights were cut off sharply as Yuta left the room. Whatever fog was lifting as he came out of the bathroom to get dressed. Everything was coming into sharp focus, something inside him shifted into the right place. There was a sense of confidence that was back.

All Yuta needed was his bags and he went to leave. Along the way he passed the hotel employee bringing up the pot of coffee, but Yuta didn’t have time to lament the lost coffee. He pulled the hood over his head as he got out to his car to leave for the arena.

+++

Once at the arena Yuta was hit by a wave of longing for his team. Hesitantly he pulled his phone out to check the messages he knew Bryan hadn’t sent. There was nothing new. As he opened up the message field to type something out a text came in at the top. Yuta blinked a few times as his blood ran cold.

It took a moment to build up the courage. As the screen with Bryan remained unchanged, a text from Claudio awaited. Closing his eyes Yuta took a deep breath before pulling up the new message.

“You’re going to win tonight. Remember Anthony Henry isn’t someone to be taken lightly, but you are the better competitor. You are stronger, more violent, and technically sound. Remember your training. Good luck, Wheeler. Not that you need it.”

This was the message that Yuta carved from Bryan. The advice and support that could be easily given. All of the earlier clarity was receding, leaving a void of emotion as everything settled in. There was no reason for Yuta to be getting supportive texts from Claudio but not Bryan. This couldn't just be about Bryan being hurt right now, even though he’d gone running and to doctor’s appointments.

With a scowl Yuta returned to his message with his mentor. The letters appeared under his thumbs as he let his emotions drive his actions. Hitting send without even considering otherwise. There was something deeply wrong and it was breaking inside Yuta.

“I’m going to fucking win tonight.”

The car door slammed. Anger and confusion swirling around in Yuta’s head as he made his way inside. Everything was feeling numb and far away. Just before the corner that led to the locker rooms Yuta felt his phone go off, he stopped to open the message. A small smile spread when he saw it was from Bryan.

“I’d hope so, Wheeler. It’s Anthony Henry.”

That was all. Yuta closed his eyes, counted to ten and put his phone away. Being immediately accosted by the media team made Yuta shut down. He could hear words but they didn’t make much sense. Expect the word Bryan. Somehow he found himself talking, but he wasn’t exactly sure what he was saying either. The words weren’t anything.

The jab Bryan made about forgetting his boots played over and over in his head for some reason. Even as he spoke quietly about Bryan’s condition. As the zipper came apart Yuta instantly realized he somehow did forget his boots. They weren’t tucked away in the under pocket of the gear bag meant for them.

Panic set in as Yuta walked away from the conversation. The one thing. The stupid one thing that he just couldn’t forget. Once in the empty locker room still labeled BCC Yuta paced around as he tried to remember if he just left them in the hotel or all the way at Bryan’s place. There was a memory Yuta had of packing the boots but not taking anything out at the hotel so nothing was forgotten. It wasn’t like Yuta’s memory was super reliable.

“Fuck, fuck.” Yuta shook his head. Anything else could have been forgotten but not this. “Maybe uh…the tailors?”

Without much thought Yuta went along to find the costume, wardrobe, and tailor people. It wasn’t a fruitful journey. Wrestlers were too particular so they didn’t keep any kind of boots on hand or shoes for wrestling in general. Too many varieties, they said as Yuta walked off in a semiconscious state.

The lonely, cold locker room was depressing. A lot of ideas were running through the young boy’s head, like did he have to wrestle shoeless? Rage was washing up on the shores of Yuta’s emotions until he noticed something sitting by his gear,

“What the actual fuck?!” Yuta screamed as he saw a pair of his boots tossed near his bag. “I don’t fucking--”

Deep heavy breaths started to help there be some level of calm. Enough to go look at the pair. They were just some random pair of his boots, but not the ones he thought he packed. Leaning down Yuta realized there was a piece of paper tucked inside the right boot.

Heard you were missing boots. You left these in my truck last time we were in Ohio together. You’re gonna fucking kill Henry tonight. --MOX

Upon closer inspection Yuta could remember leaving these. They weren’t his favorite, for some reason the instep was too narrow on the right foot. Last time these boots were on his feet was in Ohio, he remembered tossing them in annoyance in the back and refusing to get them as a joke. If Mox was in the building, he would have driven here in that truck and saw Yuta’s interview moment. It made sense, it made perfect senses.

But Yuta was pretty sure he packed his fucking boots.

[haddonfieldwhore]

if we’ve got eachother - mjf

mjf x gender neutral! cole! reader

part one here • part two here

word count: 2.5k

warnings: not edited, bit of family drama, angst, language, nsfw themes/implied smut !

a week had gone by since adam found out about you and max, and you and your brother were effectively ignoring eachother completely. him and max had to be at least professional enough to do their segments together, but didn’t speak to eachother outside of work business. you hated that you had come between their friendship, but you also felt like adam was overreacting. there was a week long break coming up, and you knew adam was going him to see your parents; usually you would go with him, but this time you weren’t sure you really wanted to spend seven days in a house with him, along with your parents asking why you were fighting. your mom had actually been calling and texting you, asking if she could expect you home for the break, but you had ignored all of her messages.

“what are you thinking about?” max asked, snapping you out of your trance as he walked out of the bathroom, fresh out of the shower. his skin was still damp, nothing but a fluffy white towel around his waist as he used a smaller one to dry off his curly hair. max had been travelling with you rather than adam since things kind of exploded last week.

you raised an eyebrow, unable to stop yourself from staring at his chiseled abs, and the happy trail that started at his naval and disappeared under the towel.

“well now i’m thinking about something else…” you said, sitting up on the bed as max walked over to you, leaning down to kiss your lips.

“oh yeah? what’s that?” he smirked, and your hands reached for the towel that hung low on his hips. his hands cradled either side of your jaw as you let the towel fall to the floor, and he kissed you deeply. max pulled your shirt over your head, before wrapping a hand around your throat and pulling you up onto your knees, kissing you again. your hands tangled in his damp curls, and his tongue slipped past your lips to explore your mouth, that taste of mint toothpaste on his tongue.

you were interrupted by a knock at the door, and max sighed, kissing you one more time before he turned and started walking towards the door. you slid your shirt back on, making yourself look at least decent.

“i’ll get it,” you laughed pushing him around the corner out of view of the doorway, and throwing the towel at him. you were still smiling when you opened the door, but it disappeared completely at the sight of adam.

“y/n,” he began, greeted you with an awkward nod. you shifted your weight nervously back and forth on your feet.

“so you’re talking to me again?” you asked, and adam sighed.

“i … don’t know. i do need to ask you about next week though.”

“so mom sent you? that’s adorable,” you laughed, annoyed.

“can we set this aside- for one week; for her sake?” he asked, and you laughed in disbelief. of course you wanted to see your parents, but you were stubborn to your core.

“i don’t know adam. you’re the one who has an issue with me and max being together.” he sighed, running a hand through his long hair.

“i have an issue with the fact that you and my best friend betrayed me-“

“oh get over yourself. we didn’t get together just to spite you, adam. do you hear yourself? yes, we were wrong to hide it from you, i can admit that; but i wouldn’t take back what i did.”

“so you aren’t coming home?” he asked.

“i’ll think about it.”

“no you won’t. you’ve already decided; i know you.” adam spat. “at least call mom and have the guts to tell her you’re choosing a guy over your family.”

“don’t talk to them like that,” max appeared behind you, his lower half dressed in a pair of shorts.

“max,” adam greeted awkwardly. “this is a family conversation.”

“oh- please continue,” max taunted, not leaving your side.

“actually i think we’re done here,” you said, closing the door on your brother. max turned you to face him, and you wrapped your arms around his waist, pulling him into a hug.

“you okay?” he asked, kissing the top of your head. you nodded into his chest, before pulling back to kiss his lips softly.

“yeah. thank you for having my back, even though you don’t have to protect me from adam.”

“i know,” he said, kissing the top of your nose. “are you going home next week?” he asked, and you sighed flopping onto your stomach on the bed.

“i don’t think so. i don’t want to spend a week with someone who won’t talk to me,” you mumbled. max crawled onto the bed, hovering over top of you and placing kisses along your shoulder and up the side of your neck to your ear.

“come home with me instead,” he whispered, nipping at the shell of your ear. you couldn’t hold back the moan that left your lips as max pressed himself against your backside. max rolled over, pulling you with him until you straddled his lap, his arms wrapping around your waist and holding you close.

“you don’t think we’ll get sick of eachother if we spend a week together?” you teased, as max placed wet kissed on your neck, finding your sweet spot with ease.

“fuck no,” he laughed.

•••

you had in fact decided to spend the week off at max’s house with him, and the two of you had just arrived, pulling into the driveway in max’s blue camaro. when you entered the house, a fluffy white and tortoiseshell cat ran up to max, weaving in and out of his feet and meowing.

“hey piper,”max laughed, bending down to pick up the cat. “daddy’s home. did you miss me?” he bombarded the cat with kisses on her forehead, and you laughed.

“daddy?” you raised an eyebrow.

“shut up, you love it,” he smirked, and turned the cat towards you. “this is piper.” you extended a hand gently for the cat to sniff, and she let you pat her on the top of the head.

“hi piper,” you smiled. max placed her softly on the ground, and led you further into the house. it was minimally decorated, which made sense considering how many days of the year he would actually be home. there was a large cream coloured couch in the center of the living room, that had a wall of large windows.

“you’re gonna have two cuddle buddies now,” max was still talking to piper as you sat down on the soft couch, and the cat hopped up into your lap. “she likes you,” max smiled, and sat next to you in the couch, tucking you under his arm. piper walked back and worth across both of your laps, before laying down on the arm rest.

“she’s cute,” you beamed, and max kissed your lips softly.

“you’re cute.” you giggled as he kissed your forehead and then your lips again.

“did you hit your head or something? what’s got you in such a good mood?” you laughed, although you weren’t complaining; you could get used to the softer side of max.

“no,” he smirked, easily pushing you over to pin him underneath you on the couch. “why, how do you want me to be?” he stared down at you, his brown eyes darker than usual.

“i just didn’t know the devil could be such a softie, that’s all,” you explained playfully, knowing you were pushing his buttons.

“careful,” he warned, a hand wrapping gently but firmly around your throat as you stared up at him, your eyes wide with excitement. “you’re gonna get yourself in trouble. unless that’s what you’re trying to do?”

“you tell me, daddy.” you teased, and he groaned, his grip tightening around your neck before he relaxed.

“you are driving me crazy,” he rolled his eyes, leaning down to kiss you. your teeth pulled at his bottom lip as his hand moved from your neck to cradle the side of your face.

“i can’t believe i get you all to myself for a whole week,” you exhaled as max left a trail of kisses down the side of your neck, leaving soft love bites behind.

“i hope you don’t like walking-“ you interrupted him with another kiss, and you could feel him smirking against your lips. your phone began to ring in your bag, and you sighed heavily. “don’t answer that,” max whispered next to your ear, his hands trailing down your sides to pull you hips upward against his.

“what if it’s important?” you asked, letting out a moan as he rutted his hips against yours.

“it can wait,” he growled, and his fingers began undoing your pants.

“max…”

“tell me if you want me to stop,” his voice sent a shiver down your spine as he slid your pants down, biting down on the skin below your jaw.

“fuck- please max,” you begged, unable to think straight.

“please what, baby?” he asked as his hand disappeared into your underwear.

“don’t stop.” max smiled before kissing you roughly, as your phone stopped ringing.

•••

you were peacefully face down in max’s bed, the soft blankets the only thing covering your body as you lay there, waking up from a nap after max had given you a very… thorough.. tour of his house. your eyes fluttered open at the sound of max getting out of the shower, the bathroom door opening with a soft click, and you looked up to see him, only his lower half dressed as he walked over to you. max leaned down and gently kissed the side of your head, and you smiled, waking up fully and rolling over to sit up against the headboard.

“hey sleepyhead, late night?” max teased, and you looked over at the clock that read 11:23 am, meaning you had only been asleep for about an hour, having fallen asleep after you and max had spent the entire morning breaking in his new mattress so to speak.

“shut up, don’t tease me when it’s your fault,” you pouted, pulling the blanket up higher. max laughed, raising his hands in mock innocence, kissing you sweetly on the lips.

“i’m sorry baby. you feel okay?” he asked sincerely, and you nodded.

“yeah, i’m great,” you smiled. “are you okay?”

“yeah baby i’m okay,” he smiled, kissing your forehead and then your lips again. “by the way, your phone has been going off for like an hour.”

you sighed, and max handed you one of his tshirts to wear as you got out of bed. max smiled to himself at the way your legs wobbled slightly as you walked, but didn’t mention it, deciding he had teased you enough. you walked over to your suitcase and dressed the rest of your body in your underwear and some shorts, before digging you phone out of your bag and checking the many notifications you had missed. there was about 20 text messages from your mom, a few from adam, and about 12 missed calls between the two of them. the ones from your mom were asking where you were, with increasing concern; you gathered that adam hadn’t told her you weren’t coming. reading through the ones he had sent confirmed your suspicion. you sighed, but clicked on your moms contact and put the phone to your ear, listening to it ring until she answered.

“y/n! sweetie i’ve been calling you! did you get my texts? why aren’t you home for the break?” she asked, concern in her voice.

“relax mom,” you laughed. “i’m sorry, adam was supposed to let you know i wouldn’t be there this time. i’m sorry to worry you,” you lied, only feeling a little guilty about throwing your brother under the bus.

“oh - he said he thought you were coming. i’ll have to talk to him,” she said. “anyways, what’s keeping you away? is there a boy?” she asked in a playful tone, and you smiled, looking over at max who was on the other side of the room, scrolling through his phone, paying no attention.

“yeah, actually - there is.”

“that’s great honey! are you spending your vacation together?” she asked.

“yeah, i’m actually with him at his house for a few days,” you explained. you knew she didn’t watch the show every week, but still hoped she didn’t ask too many questions about max. his reputation, at least in regards to the character he portrayed, wasn’t the best and would definitely concern your mother; nevermind the fact that him and adam were friends. thankfully, she didn’t ask for too many details.

“well i’m sad we won’t be seeing you, but i hope you’re having fun sweetie! be safe, and if something happens and you need to come home you’re always welcome.” you felt a pang in your heart, missing home and your family.

“thanks mom. i love you, and i promise next time i have time off i’ll be there.”

“i love you too, honey. me and your dad will see you then. maybe you can bring this boy of yours next time.” you smiled, glancing over at max again who looked up at your and sent you a wink, and you laughed softly.

“we’ll see mom. i’ll talk to you later okay?”

“bye sweetie,” she replied before you hung up. you considered calling adam as well, but decided you didn’t want to speak to him, sending him a text instead.

‘talked to mom. she’s happy for me.’

you put your phone back in your bag without waiting for a reply, and walked (still with some difficulty) over to max, who looked up at you from the chair he was sitting in.

“all good? your family’s not gonna send the cops here to arrest me for kidnapping you?” he asked, and you sat down in his lap, and his arms wrapped around your waist immediately.

“no i think you’re safe for now. unless adam calls them,” you joked. “my mom wants me to bring you home, so i think she’s on our side. i didn’t exactly tell her who you are though.”

“what can i say, moms love me.” you slapped his chest gently as you both laughed. “she’s doesn’t need to know all the little details just yet.”

“agreed. i just hope adam calms down about it. i hate that i’ve come in between you guys.”

“i know baby. he’ll get over it,” max said, kissing your cheek.

“i hope so,” you sighed. “enough about my family drama. what’s the plan for today?”

“hmmm i think we can do whatever we want,” max said, kissing your neck softly.

“i like the sound of that. i need to shower first though,” you giggled as his kissed tickled your skin. max let go of you, allowing you to stand up and walk to the bathroom. you turned the water on, before peeking back out into the bedroom.

“you coming?” you smirked, and max threw his phone aside and hurried over to join you, and you smiled. things may not be perfect, but you were happier than you had been in a long time, and as long as you and max had eachother, you knew you would be fine.

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