#marty scurll fanfic

[spinebuster]

MARTY SCURLL FANFIC. IN 2023?!

[ghostofviperwrites]

Revelation

Not a request.  This is another one that has been sitting for a while.  Not sure if I should do a continuation or not.

Pairing:  Marty Scurll/FC, mentions of Kenny Omega

Category:   Smut

Warnings: Oral sex, interrupted sex, mentions of m/m sex

“Is that true?”  You asked as you walked into the apartment you shared with your semi-serious fuck buddy Marty Scurll.   You had been seeing each other since he moved in about seven months ago.  You weren’t technically committed or labeled, but when you were together in the same town, you were together.  Each of you understood that you both traveled a lot for your respective jobs and things got lonely on the road, so if there was an itch that needed to be scratched you both were free to hook up.   As you had walked in Marty had just divulged a very interesting tidbit and you were curious.

“Uh, we’ve got to go.”   Nick Jackson said jumping to his feet and pulling his brother Matt up and pushing him towards the door.  The two brothers made up the tag team The Young Bucks and were two of Marty’s closest friends and traveling partners.  

“Yeah, um, we have a thing.  Have to go right now.”  Matt seconded not meeting your eyes as they shuffled out the door with a hurried goodbye.

“So?”  You arched your eyebrow expectantly, your face not betraying any emotion or giving Marty the slightest hint of what you were thinking.  

He rubbed the back of his neck uncomfortably.  Marty didn’t want to lie to you, he liked and respected you too much for that, but he was hesitant to confirm what you had overheard.   He wasn’t ashamed of it, but wasn’t sure what you would think. It wasn’t anything the two of you had ever discussed and he didn’t know your views on the subject.  

“Yes it’s true.”  He finally confirmed with a nod meeting your gaze.  He watched as you put your bags on the dining table before moving to sit next to him on the couch.  

“So you’ve gotten a blowjob from a guy before?”  You double checked that you had heard correctly, seeing Marty nodding his confirmation from the corner of your eye.  “Recently?”  You asked.

“Depends what you consider recent.”  Marty said still trying to get a feel on the situation.  

“Since we met?”  You responded.

“Once” Marty answered nervously.  He drummed his fingers on his thighs impatiently as the silence dragged on. “C’mon Y/N you gotta give me something, I’m drowning here.  What are you thinking?”  He finally blurted out.  

When you looked up at him, your full bottom lip snagged between your teeth, he saw a familiar fire lighting in your eyes.  “What am I thinking?”  You murmured. “I’m thinking that is so fucking hot.” You growled launching yourself into his lap and straddling him before slamming your lips to his.   Despite his surprise Marty reacted quickly his large hands coming to grip your ass in the tiny cut off jean shorts you were wearing, pulling you tighter into his quickly hardening groin.  

“If I had known I’d get this reaction I woulda mentioned it sooner.” Marty said as your kiss broke, his hands moving to pull off the black tank top you were wearing leaving you in a lacy half cup pink bra, the tops of your breasts almost spilling over the cups.  Marty kissed down your neck, placing small bites along the way as he made his way to the swell of your breasts.  You moaned as he bit down hard and pressed yourself down trying to gain some friction from the bulge in Marty’s jeans.   He repeated the action on the opposite breast before yanking the bra off with a loud rip.   Each hand cupped a breast lifting them to his lips as he took turns flicking his tongue over the hardened nipples before sucking it into his mouth and scraping his teeth along them.   As you writhed and whimpered against him he laved attention on your breasts, teasing and biting them into swollen pink tips before he guided you off of his lap.

“Get ‘em off.”  He commanded unbuttoning his own jeans and sliding them off onto the floor, quickly followed by his boxers.  Marty stroked his cock as he watched you shimmy out of your little shorts and panties until you was standing bare before him.   With a crook of his finger he motioned you to get back on his lap, keeping you kneeling over him and not sitting flush to his body.  With a smirk on his lips Marty slid his fingers between your thighs ghosting over your dripping cunt, chuckling when you whimpered in protest when he barely grazed you.   A few more ghost like grazes of his fingers where you needed him most had you a trembling mess before him.

“Please Marty…” you begged trying to arch your hips into his fingers. “Please stop teasing me, I need you so bad.”  A loud moan escaped when his thick digits finally came contact with your clit, rubbing circles on the bundle of nerves, only to turn into a whine when they withdrew much too fast for your liking.   A pout formed on your lips as you looked down into the amused eyes of your lover. “Please?”  You said again jutting out your lip as you begged.  

“Alright. Since you asked so nicely I’ll stop teasing you.”  He chuckled.  A startled yelp flew from your lips as Marty manhandled you so you were squatting over his face while he lay flat on the couch.  “Give me that pussy sweetheart. Sit on my face.”   He punctuated the sentence with a firm slap to your ass cheek making you hurry to position yourself as requested.   You quivered with the first swipe of his tongue through your folds, hands flying to grip the arm of the couch to steady yourself over him.   You were already so worked up, it wasn’t going to take much to make you cum.  Just the thought of a guy on his knees in front of Marty made you weak.  

You moaned as Marty inserted two fingers into your hole while flicking his tongue over your clit before capturing it in his teeth and nibbling on the sensitive nub.  Detaching his mouth Marty worked your pussy with his fingers, thumb pressing on your clit as he added a third finger to your hole, stretching you as you pressed down into his hand.  

“So fucking wet, you’re dripping.”  Marty commented looking up at you from between your legs.  He always thought you never looked more beautiful than when your face was flushed with pleasure and on the brink of orgasm.  “You gonna come all over my face just thinking about some guy sucking my cock?”  

“Fuck, yes.”   You whimpered eyes slamming shut as the pressure from Marty’s fingers increased and he gave another lick across your folds.  

“What if I told you it was someone you know?”  He smirked against your folds as he heard your breath catch and your movements stuttered.  

“Who?”  You asked breathlessly eyes popping open to stare down at the man between your thighs. Your mind began racing through the possibilities.  You had met so many of Marty’s friends and you tried desperately to imagine which one had sucked off Marty.

“Kenny” Marty finally revealed burying his face in your pussy and lapping at your cunt.  

Your mind immediately filled with images of the very handsome and sexy Kenny Omega on his knees before Marty, with Marty’s thick cock in his mouth and you couldn’t hold back, coming with a scream as Marty ate you out, happily sucking on your clit and licking up the juices as you frantically rode his face.   You barely had time to recover before Marty had you on your knees, head bent back onto the couch cushions as he knelt over your face, rubbing the head of his dick along your lips.  

“Return the favor.”  He told you sliding past your lips as you opened for him.   You gagged as Marty thrust into back of your throat and harshly fucked your face, keeping you pinned to the couch as his hips pistoled in and out of your mouth, using you without care.   After several moments of intense action Marty’s hand gripped your hair wrapping it around his fist.  “Swallow” he commanded as he gave a final thrust, keeping himself buried to the hilt as he felt your throat reflexively swallowing against him.  With a content groan he pulled from your throat, leaning down to pick you up easily and carrying you into his bedroom.   Before long the two of you were cuddled up under his blankets and fast asleep for an afternoon nap.

A few hours later when they woke you idly traced your fingers across Marty’s chest, leg thrown over his thighs as your head rested on his shoulder.   Marty’s arm was wrapped around your waist holding you securely to his side.  

“So Kenny, huh?  Just Kenny?” You asked curiously. At his confirming nod you continued your questions.  “How many times?”  

“A couple.” Marty shrugged.  

“Details Marty.  I require details.”  You said playfully digging your finger into his side.  

“Yeah?  I give you details what do I get?”  He asked, the corner of his mouth upturning into a small smirk.  

“You saw how hot I got earlier at just the thought.   Imagine if I actually have a story.”  You responded shifting yourself so you were straddling his lap.  “I’ll do anything you want.”  You promised smirking as Marty nodded in agreement.

“Well, the first time was after a hardcore match at PWG.  Kenny was there with the Bucks, just hanging out watching matches.   I was sharing a hotel room with Kenny.  We were all planning on going out to a club after, but I was hurting.  Horny, but hurting.   Took a bad bump and I could barely lift my arms.   So they dropped me off at the hotel and went out.  Assholes that they are, they kept sending me pics of all the hot chicks they were scoring, girls flashing their tits and ass for the camera.  And I can’t do shit about it cause my arms are all fucked and now I have a hard-on that just will not go away.  No matter what I thought about it just would not go down.” Marty laughed ruefully before he gasped as you reached between them positioning his cock between your pussy lips and sliding his dick along them.  

“At some point I drifted off, but woke when Kenny returned to the room.  I’d known Kenny was bisexual Kenny and knew he found me attractive, but he had never made a real move so it was just kind of an unspoken thing.   I still had that damn hard on and his eyes zeroed in on it and he offered to take care of it for me.”  Marty continued his story, pushing down on your hips so you were putting pressure on his cock.

“And…”  You prompted increasing the speed of your movements slightly.  “You just told him to go to town?”

“Not right away.  I actually turned him down.  Told him I didn’t feel right him doing that when I didn’t know if I would ever return the favor.”   Marty admitted.  “Anyways he laughed and looked me dead in the eye and said ‘Marty…do you know how many times I’ve dreamed about going down on you?  I don’t want anything in return; just let me suck your dick.’  So I’m sitting there tired, hurt and horny with an attractive guy offering to suck my dick.  So I let him.  And damn if it didn’t feel good. The man is magic with his mouth.  So every now and again he’ll make the move and offer to go down on me.   Mostly in our hotel rooms.  Once in the car.  Once in the locker room.”    

“Have you ever done anything to him?” You asked receiving a negative head shake from Marty.  “Would you?”

“I might.”  Marty smirked.  “Now, about that promise you made earlier.”  He said, flipping you over intent on making you honor that promise in some very creative ways.  

A few months went by in your arrangement.   It had been over month since you and Marty had even been in the same state, let alone same room.   Marty was currently in Japan on a talent share between New Japan and Ring of Honor and was working tag matches with various Bullet Club members.  

You had been on the west coast for work.   You were one of the most highly sought after security consultants around and had flown around the globe throughout your career.   You had just wrapped up your work and returned home to the apartment when you received a call from Nippon a major corporation near Tokyo who wanted to fly you out to revamp their security measures.   After you hung up you checked the time, seeing it was early enough that Marty should still be awake.

“Hey beautiful.”  Marty answered seeing you were calling.  

“Hey Marty” you replied.   “So I won’t keep you long, I know it’s late, but I just got a job out in Tokyo and was wondering if you wanted some company?”  You asked.

“Hell yeah!”  Marty enthusiastically agreed.  

“Alright then. I’ll call you in a few days when I’m settled.”  You said before disconnecting the call.  After landing in Japan and spending a few days diving into your new job, you were in a position to have a free night to spend with Marty.   You were somewhat nervous, as it was a completely different culture from what you were used to and you had never met most of these guys before.   You were also going to be introduced to the remaining members of the Bullet Club you had yet to meet as they mainly wrestled overseas.  Checking in with the front personnel you received your pass and began following the attendants directions back to the Bullet Club locker room.  You had made it about halfway by your estimations when a man stepped in front of your and blocked the way.  

“Well look at this sexy thing wandering around by herself. “  He said stepping into your personal space.  “I can give you a tour darling, show you a real good time.”  You scrunched up your nose in disgust only to startle when a heavy arm draped across your shoulder.  From your peripheral vision you saw Matt Jackson glaring at the man and Nick moving to your opposite shoulder.  Coming up behind the man were two other men you didn’t know, wearing black and white face paint and bullet club t-shirts.  

“Back off Davey.”   Matt warned.  Davey Boy Smith glanced nervously at the Young Bucks before quickly taking a step backwards.  He paled when he bumped into a solid chest and looked over his shoulder to see Tama Tonga and Tanga Loa standing behind him arms crossed over their thick chests.   As his eyes darted around he saw Cody Rhodes heading across the room towards the group as well.  

“She belongs to Marty, which means she belongs to the Bullet Club.”   Nick warned the man.  “Don’t make us tell you again.”   Holding his hands up in a placating gesture Davey slowly backed away from the group, muttering apologies as he went.  When he was clear you were escorted the rest of the way under the watchful eyes of the Bullet Club until their locker room door shut firmly behind them.

“Tama, Tanga…this is Y/N, Marty’s girl.” Matt introduced you to the two men in black and white paint.  “Y/N, meet Tama Tonga and his brother Tanga Loa, the Guerrillas of Destiny.”   You nodded your head in greeting to the men who looked you up and down in appreciation.

“Marty o se tagata laki”  Tama said to his brother with with a smirk “I te faapa’o le shit outta e pussy.”   Tanga nodded in agreement.   (Marty is a lucky man.  I’d bang the shit outta that pussy).

With a smirk you arched an eyebrow before responding. “E te laki te le o faigoofie ona faatiga.  Ma ioe o ia o se tagata laki.”  (You’re lucky I’m not easily offended.  And yes he is a lucky man.)   You chuckled as identical shocked looks fell across the faces of everyone in the locker room.  

“Sorry” Tama apologized with a shrug.  “I didn’t think you would understand that.   Very rare to meet someone who speaks Tongan who is not from the islands.”

“No harm done.”   You replied.  “As I said, I’m not easily offended.  Would’ve been more shocked if you said you didn’t want to fuck me.”  

“You speak Tongan?”  Nick asked surprised.  “That’s awesome.”

“I speak a lot of languages.  Comes in handy in my line of work.”  You said with a shrug, not really wanting to get into your work.  “So where is Marty?”

“He’s finishing up a photoshoot.  Should be along in a few.”  Cody spoke up.  “Which reminds me, I better go before they come looking for me.”   Giving you a hug goodbye Cody exited the room exchanging greetings with the man that was just entering.    

“Y/N!”  Kenny Omega yelled spotting you.  You laughed as Kenny picked you up and spun you around.   “Marty didn’t tell me you were coming today!”  

“Well, I haven’t yet.”  You deadpanned. There was a moment of silence before the room erupted in laughter.  

“I like this girl.”  Tanga said walking over to his bag.  Him and Tama had a match in a few minutes and it was time for them to head out to gorilla position.   “We’ll see you later sweetheart.”  He called as he exited with his brother.  

You were left in the locker room with Kenny, Matt and Nick. Collectively they worked as a group known as The Elite, a self-proclaimed title that they kind of lived up to.   They shot the shit, making light conversation.  You were having a blast.  You always liked hanging with the Bucks.  They were a trip.  You were always surprised to see them like they were earlier, serious and ready to throw down representing the Bullet Club.   Most of the time they were so funloving that it was sometimes hard reconciling the two different personas they presented.   This was also the first time you had seen the Bucks since they had hightailed it from your apartment after Marty’s revelation.   You could tell they were being a bit gun shy with you and assumed Marty hadn’t advised them of your very favorable reaction. But as the conversation carried on they relaxed a bit, figuring everything must be okay since you was here to see Marty and didn’t seem the slightest bit uncomfortable.  

Then the Bucks and Kenny were called away to shoot some pre-tapes of their own, leaving you alone in the locker room.   You weren’t alone for too long, as after only a few minutes Marty pushed through the locker room door.   He was fully decked out in his gear from the photo shoot, complete with his new floor length Bullet Club jacket and umbrella.  And fuck if you didn’t find it sexy as hell. 

“Hey villain.”  You purred rising to your feet and stalking across the room to him. Placing your hand on his bare chest you pushed him lightly until his back came to a rest on the brick wall next to the door.  You danced your fingers down his abdomen, playfully dragging them across the band of his wrestling briefs.  

“Princess.”  He said pulling back on your hair to tilt your head towards him.  Marty pressed his lips to yours in a searing kiss, slipping his tongue into your mouth and stroking it along yours as you moaned into the kiss.  

“I missed this” You said as the kiss broke, your hand reaching down to cup his semi hard dick.  “May I get on my knees and show you how much?”  

“You may.”  He smirked, granting his permission as you sunk to your knees before him.  You wasted no time in freeing his cock from the confines of his trunks, sliding the black briefs down his thick muscular thighs and reaching to grab his dick in your hands, stroking along the velvety length to bring him to full hardness.   Marty groaned as you flicked your tongue over his tip and circled it around before placing light kisses around the head.   Your warm breath was ghosting over him, making his dick bounce in your hand. After a couple more minutes of this torture Marty had enough.  

“Quit fucking around and suck it.”  He growled, gripping your hair and painfully tightening it in his grasp.  

“Yes sir.”  You said flippantly, quickly opening your mouth when he pushed himself against your lips.   Marty never was one for teasing.  He was an action kind of guy.  You hummed around him as he filled your mouth, stroking your tongue along him as he thrust in and out of your throat.  

Marty was buried deep in your throat, holding your firm against his hipbones when the door flew open, Kenny and the Young Bucks arriving in their usual loud fashion.  

“Oh shit!”  Matt yelped, the first to realize what was going on, throwing his hands over his eyes in mock horror.

“What the fuck lads?”  Marty yelled as he released you, quickly tucking himself back into his shorts as the Guerrillas of Destiny came in behind

“What’s going on?” Tama asked curiously, a grin forming on his lips as he took in your position on your knees in front of Marty.  “Nevermind, I got it.”  

“Why not let the whole locker room see me give you head?”  You grumbled rising to your feet and glaring at the intruders.  

“Well, technically it’s your guys’ fault.”  Nick tried to point out reasonably.  “You should have locked the door.”  

“Yeah, Y/N, this is the Bullet Club locker room.  Not just Marty’s locker room.”  Matt chuckled as he plopped down on the couch against the wall.  

“Fuck you all.”  Marty said starting to strip off his gear.  “Let me get changed and we’ll head back to my hotel room. Then you can finish what was so rudely interrupted.”    

[ambootyos]

Hate It Pt. 5

Part 4

A/N: OML I AM SO SORRY FOR THE WAIT. Honestly, I feel like that’s my catchphrase but still, I mean it. anyway, enjoy.

Word Count: 2,585

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“A mistake? That’s what you’re gonna call it? Are you kidding me?!” Nick growled. “You know, I’ve tried making excuses for everything. I told myself you were tired, or going through something, or just being an idiot. But this? This is way too much. I never should’ve even introduced you to her.”  

Marty said nothing, as he looked at the ground.

“Say something. Don’t just stand there.” Nick said before pushing him back.

Matt put his hand on his brother’s chest, to calm him before they walked in to Marty’s room and shut the door behind him.

Marty sighed. “‘Wha do you want me ‘ta say?” He asked, in a hushed tone, still refusing to look them in the eyes.

Nick scoffed. “I want you to admit you’re wrong, I want you say how stupid you are, I want you to show some sign of guilt. What I really want is for this to be a joke, because I can’t comprehend how someone could be as selfish as you are.”

Marty didn’t respond, making Nick even more annoyed with him, but before he could say anything else, Brandi and Cody walked in without knocking.

“Are you yelling at him for being an idiot too?” She asked, being able to overhear the noise from the hall.

“Wait, how do you know what he did?” Matt asked, a bit confused.

“Well, unlike him I actually called Y/N to see how she was, and congratulate her.” She said, before turning her attention to Marty. “How much of a jerk do you have to be to not call her?” She asked.

Nick’s face hardened. “Oh, you have no idea how much of a jerk he really is.” He hissed.

Brandi’s expression only grew more irritated. “What did you do now?” She growled, crossing her arms.

Marty rolled his eyes. “You know ‘wha? No! You guys don’t get ‘ta come in ‘ere and gang up on ‘meh. It’s none ‘ov ‘yer business!”

Matt shook his head, and cleared his throat before looking to Cody and Brandi “He um..he slept with another girl last night.” He explained, his tone hushed, still unable to believe that Marty did this.

Cody furrowed his brows and his mouth fell open, unsure he heard Matt correctly. Even Brandi was taken back a little. Her nose began to flare, and she pursed her lips together as she started to shake her head. She said nothing before she stormed out, Cody looked at Marty and scoffed before following his wife out.

Matt cleared his throat. “We uh..need to get going you know, we have a show to get to.” He mumbled.

Nick rolled his eyes. “Fine. Let’s go. Marty can drive himself.” He demanded, as he resisted the urge to kill him.

“Wait ‘wha? No. I can’t drive myself ‘vat far..’wha if I get tired and fall asleep?” He whined.

Nick shrugged as he turned to walk out. “Maybe that’s what I’m hoping for.” He smirked, before leaving.

Matt just shrugged before following him out. There wasn’t much more for him to say.

Given my luck, I was of course sitting next to Will. He smirked and cocked his brow when he took his seat next to me, I was too lost in thought to really notice him at first, as my eyes focused out the plane’s window.

“Ah, hello Darling.” He said, causing me to turn my attention to him.

“Oh..hey. So, I guess we’re sitting together then?” I sighed. He nodded, looking a bit proud of himself.

“As fate would ‘ave it, yes.” He flirted. I blushed, and instantly felt horrible for the slight attraction I had towards him. I knew how much Marty would hate every bit of this. “So..you like ‘va window seat?” He asked, as an attempt to make small talk.

I shrugged in response. Truth be told, I never really got to sit in the window seat, anytime I was on a plane with Marty, he insisted. “Marty does.” I sighed. “I usually just let him have it.”

He looked like he wanted to say something, but decided against it, and shook his head.

“Something wrong?” I asked.

He cleared his throat. “I..don’t wanna say. It’s none ‘ov my business..but, ‘ta me Marty seems a bit selfish. I don’t know..” He said awkwardly.

I scoffed, and furrowed my brows. “You’re right. It’s not any of your business.” I snapped.

He frowned.

“Look, ‘m sorry. I know I shouldn’t ‘ave said ‘vat. I didn’t mean to offend you. I just..’fink you deserve better..” He said softly.

“Oh really? Lemme guess, I should be with someone more like you. Is that it?” I said sarcastically.

He shook his head. “I wasn’t saying ‘vat. I don’t deserve you ‘eiva.” He smiled, before turning to look in the other direction, towards the plane aisle. “No one does..” He added.

I blushed a bit, and a slight smile grew on my face. I wasn’t used to that type of kindness. Not that Marty was mean or anything. He just didn’t really talk to me like he used to. Lately he just seemed, different. I can’t say it doesn’t hurt me a little bit. It was nice for someone to flirt with me again.

I couldn’t help but feel guilty for enjoying it though.

“Um..hey. I’m sorry I snapped at you. It’s just been a rough couple of days I guess.” I apologized.

He smiled at me. “It’s fine.” He assured me, before putting his hand on my knee. “And just so ‘ya know..I’d always call you.” He flirted, before removing his hand. I cleared my throat, and looked out the window.

Part of me wished I had that.

Marty, was supposed to pick me up when I landed, and then we’d both head to the next show together. He was already running late, but I understood, he’d just had a show. Will was waiting with me in the airport, to help me pass the time though, so it wasn’t so bad.

“You know, you don’t have to wait with me.” I smiled.

“Maybe I want to..” He flirted.

I breathed a laugh and shook my head. “Don’t you have somewhere to be?” I asked, referring to his next show. He sighed, and checked his watch.

“Don’t you?” He teased, knowing Marty was late.

“Ha..very funny.” I mocked.

He breathed a laugh, and bit his lip. “You know, I could take you ‘ta ‘yer show. Instead of waiting on him..’ven, you could break up ‘wif him, and date me instead, and everyone wins!” He smiled. “Well, except Marty but, in a way he does, because he stops standing in ‘va way ‘ov ‘wha’s meant ‘ta be.” He continued.

I pursed my lips together, as I tried to hide my smile. “You’re cute Will, but..I’m perfectly happy with Marty.” I assured him.

“Oh..you ‘fink I’m cute? Interesting..” He replied.

I exhaled sharply, trying to be annoyed with him, but failing miserably. I giggled, and covered my face as it started to turn as red as a tomato.

Finally Marty got there, looking furious when he saw who I was with. I instantly stopped laughing.

“Oh, I see you don’t really need ‘meh here.” Marty said through gritted teeth. “Good ‘ta know if I don’t show up on time, you’ll find someone else ‘ta entertain you.” He rolled his eyes.

Will furrowed his brows, confused and irritated by Marty’s behavior. “Good ‘ta see you too.” He mumbled.

Marty exhaled sharply, not even looking to Will. “Ready ‘ta go?” He asked me, seeming almost annoyed he had to pick me up in the first place.

I nodded, and followed him out, I went to wave to Will, but Marty grabbed my hand, and pulled me out behind him. Things were pretty silent in the car.

“A-Are you okay?” I asked.

“Do you even care Love?” He said, rolling his eyes. “How’s Will?” He mocked.

“We were just talking Marty..it wasn’t a big deal.” I explained, worried I’d done something wrong.

“It’sa big deal ‘ta me!” He shrugged, his tone condescending and hurtful.

“Marty, I’m sorry okay. It won’t happen again.” I assured him, as I put my hand on his thigh.

“Good.” He scoffed. “Because if it happens again, we’re done.”

I nodded in understanding, as I began to pull my hand away. He let out a sigh, and laced his fingers with mine. “I’m sorry..’vat may ‘ave been out ‘ov line.” He said, his tone softer. “I’m just..not in a great mood, I guess..” He explained, before letting go of my hand so he could focus on driving.

“Is everything okay?” I asked, concerned.

“I um-” He started, but cut himself off when he looked at me. “I’m just tired.” He said, as he looked back at the road.  

“Oh..okay, if you say so.” I frowned.

The rest of the car ride was silent, and just a bit uncomfortable. But, we finally made it to the arena with the rest of our friends.

Brandi ran to me and hugged me before shooting Marty a dirty look. And she wasn’t the only one being weird with him. All of our friends were giving him the cold shoulder. I thought it was odd, but didn’t say anything.

Brandi and Nick pulled me aside, and she cleared her throat.

“Um..is everything alright?” She asked awkwardly. Making me even more confused, and even a little worried. I cocked my brow, and looked from her to Nick hoping their expressions might give something away, but they were pretty blank at the moment.

“I think so..” I said, continuing to watch their faces. “I mean, me and Marty got into a small fight before we got here.” I added. They exchanged glances before looking back at me.

“So..he told you?” Nick said, his tone apologetic.

“It’s not like it’s a secret. Stuff like this happens all the time.” I replied, cocking my brow. It’s not like this was the first time Marty had been jealous, I don’t know why they’re acting so intense about it.

“All the time?! Are you-” Nick started, but Brandi held up her hand to cut him off.

“What exactly did you two fight about?” She asked.

“I was talking to Will..at the airport. What’s wrong with you guys?” I asked.

They shared livid glances and Nick exhaled sharply looking too furious to spit any actual words out. Then, he took a deep breath, and his face softened. “Y/N..I think we should ta-” He started, but was cut off when Marty joined the situation.

“Hey Love! We should um..get to ‘va hotel, you’re probably tired, I know I am!” He chuckled nervously, as he put his arm around me, and tried to ignore all the judging eyes from his friends who wanted nothing more than kick his a*s.

I nodded, and smiled softly, before waving to my friends, and beginning to walk away. Marty was about to follow, before Nick grabbed his arm, and jerked him back as hard as he could, causing him to stumble a bit.

“You better f*cking tell her.” Nick hissed. “You do it, or I will. And if I have to, I’m gonna kill you.”

Marty jerked his arm away, he was about to reply, but just shook his head, and continued to follow me.

--- “Is everything..okay? I asked, once we made it to the hotel room. “Our friends are being really weird.”

He sat at the foot of the bed, and sighed. His face was filled with guilt. His eyes were heavy and starting to water.

“Th-There’s somefing I need to..” He started to cry, and his voice began shaking, but he cleared his throat and tried to work through it. “There’s somefing I need ‘ta tell you.” He choked out.

I instantly felt worry in the pit of my stomach, my face dropped, and I leaned against the wall trying to keep calm, but freaking out on the inside when I realized it had to be something awful, based on his mood, and how our friends treated him.

I think, on some levels, I already knew what he’d did before he said it. I kept arguing with the little voice in the back of my head screaming that he’d betrayed me. I kept arguing with myself and saying it had to be something else.

But, then he said it.

“I made..ah mistake..and there was ‘vis girl..I um..I slept ‘wif her.” He admitted, not caring enough to look at me when he did.

My heart shattered. I felt broken, tears started to fall like rushing waves down my face. I wanted to scream, and fall to the ground. I wanted to curl up in a ball and pretend this wasn’t happening. But, instead I just looked at him, with the most puzzled expression. I wanted to speak, my mouth fell open, but no words escaped through my lips. I didn’t even know what to say. How do you express a feeling like this?

“Please..say somefing Love. Please.” He sighed.

I closed my eyes, and crossed my arms, using one hand to rub my forehead. “W-who..was she?” I choked out, my voice shaking, and barely loud enough to be considered a whisper. “What..?”

He asked, seeming confused.

I huffed, annoyed he was gonna make me say it again. “The girl Marty, the one worth breaking my heart over, who the f*ck was she?!” I yelled back through tears that never seemed to stop.

“She...she was no one Y/N. I don’t even know ‘er name..” He shrugged, his tears had already dried, which was something I was growing envious of now.

I swallowed the lump in my throat, every word he said seemed to cut deeper and deeper, and it didn’t even seem like he realized it.

“A stranger, was worth ruining our relationship..?” I choked out, he sighed about to answer, but I cut him off. “Why her? Of all people? Why someone you don’t even remember the name of?”

“I-I don’t know what ‘ta say Love. ‘M sorry.”  He frowned.

I shook my head, and wiped my eyes. “Don’t say anything then..” I said, before grabbing some of my stuff. “We’re done.” I said before storming out.

*Present time*

“And that was it.” I shrugged. “Well, kinda anyway. There were some backslides I guess. But, I pretty much pretended it never happened. It was easier to pretend things just didn’t work out. It was less drama..” I sighed.

Will took a deep breath. “I’m sorry about..all ‘ov ‘vat.” He frowned, as he put his hand on my knee.

I smiled softly, and shrugged. “It’s okay. It’s not like any of it was your fault.”

He nodded. “Hey, at least we’ve always been cute. Right?” He teased, at an attempt to make me laugh. I smiled shyly.

“That’s true.” I flirted back.

He chuckled, before his face fell more serious. “Just so you know, he’s an idiot. You’ve always deserved absolute perfection,” He said, before kissing my cheek, and stopping next to my ear to finish his thought. “Thank you for settling for me..” He whispered, causing me to chuckle, and make himself laugh as well.

I was happy I’d given him a chance, but for some reason, in the back of my mind, I still wanted Marty.

[wwesmutdonedirtcheap]

You know me and what I like but anything Marty!

“Mr. Scurll?”

I looked across the room, everything moving in slow motion. 

I had just given birth to our first child, a beautiful little girl, and the delivery room was finally calming down.

Marty had spent most of the last few minutes frozen, in partly fright and I think partly realization. 

We were having a baby. 

It wasn’t just buying nursery furniture or baby showers or saying the words as my baby bump grew bigger.

We had a baby.

Minutes ago, he had watched me deliver our daughter. He had held my hand but I could tell his mind was somewhere else. 

He whispered words of encouragement but now that our daughter was in the caring hands of the pediatrician, he seemed a million miles away.

“Mr. Scurll?”

The doctor asked again.

“Yes?” 

He looked up, startled.

“Would you like to hold your daughter, Sir?”

He looked at me terrified.

“Hold her,” I whispered weakly.

He nodded, as the nurse brought our little girl over to him.

“Wait,” he ran his hand through his hair “What if I break her? I’m, I’m not good at things like this.”

“You have to start somewhere,” the nurse smiled softly at him.

“Could we be alone a few minutes?” 

I asked her quietly. She and the doctor shared a look.

“Sure,” she nodded, passing our baby into Marty’s shaking arms before they left the room.

“Love, I might hurt her,” he sat down on the bed, cradling her head carefully.

“You’re doing fine,” I sat up “She’s got your eyes.”

He smiled at me and we both looked down at her.

“I don’t want ta make mistakes…” he whispered “Mistakes like ma’ father’ did with me.”

“You won’t,” I held his cheek “You’re going to be an amazing father.”

“I want ta be,” he smiled “I really do.”

“Harper is a lucky girl,” I slid closer “And so am I.”

We kissed softly and he pressed his forehead to mine.

“She might have ma’ eyes love, but Harpa’ has ya beauty. I’ll protect both of ya til tha’ day I draw ma’ last breath.”

And I knew he would.

[itsreigns]

Regrets

Marty Scurll x reader Angsty/Fluff    

(Y/N)'s car breaks down and in a panic she dials the first number she can think of- Marty, with whom she's currently on break from. He shows up, worried sick about her and getting all protective, and they're talking over each other, both trying to get to the same point: that they want the other one back.

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For the first time in over a year, you’re traveling by yourself in your old car. Your chest tightened with anxiety, considering you weren’t used to be alone in such long trips, much less being the one driving, and especially so late at night.

Then, your mind started slipping to subjects you didn’t want to, especially as you drove. You started thinking about Marty, and your break up, which is why you’re alone in this old, stupid car.

In all honesty, the reason you broke up is just so… stupid. You started arguing over a fucking beer some guy had paid you that night at the bar. He got jealous for some reason and angry because you actually accepted it.

You never thought it’d have such repercussions, it was just a beer, you never meant to do any harm or to disrespect your boyfriend. But it was too late now. You both started raising your voices, both said things you didn’t mean, and then, there was no way back.

He told you it was over, shutting you up instantly. You didn’t say another word, as tears threatened to spill, and you really didn’t need to be told twice. You crouched slightly to grab your stuff, and he opened his mouth to speak but you never let him, walking away in just a matter of seconds.

You turn on the radio, and turn the volume up, trying to cloud your racing mind. There’s barely anyone on the road this late. You had passed by a couple of cars but not too many, and honestly, you didn’t know if you were glad you didn’t pass by more cars or if you should be scared that there weren’t many people out.

So far, the radio was being successful in its job, keeping your thoughts at bay, and the drive itself was going smoothly. Until suddenly, your car breaks down. In the middle of nowhere. No single car in sight. Barely any lights on the side of the road.

You somehow manage to pull up on the side of the road, trying to turn the engine on multiples times, all with no success. You let your head fall against the wheel, tears burning your eyes as you try to control your unstable breathing.

It wasn’t working at all, and it all got worse when you started looking around, nervously. Your overthinking-self starts to observe and analyze all those details, your breath quickening at each information you’ve come to terms with. But the last drop was the fact that… you didn’t have anyone you could call, or anyone who’d care if you called them. You were alone.

After the break-up, you distanced yourself from everyone, considering your closest friends were also his friends. Yes, it was an enormous price to pay, but you couldn’t afford being close to him, and you didn’t want to make things between all of you awkward.

Your brain quickly did a summary of your current situation: your car broke down in the middle of nowhere, you’re alone, you also have no one to call for help, so you’re extra alone, you have no idea how you’ll get out of here.

It all culminated in a major breakdown, bringing to surface everything you were trying to bury: the break up, the heartbreak, the current fear and panic… everything. You started sobbing, a panic attack rushing through you. You move to the passenger’s seat, as if stepping away from the danger, but fully knowing it was stupid.

You pull your knees to your chest, hugging them tightly. You can’t think straight, everything is blurred. Honestly, you don’t even know how long you stayed like that.

Somehow, you find yourself calling someone, you weren’t even sure who. It’s like the nerves erased your mind. And that’s when he answered the call.

“(Y/N)?” The voice on the other end says quietly, unsure.

God, how you missed his voice. Just hearing him say your name again was enough to kill you. That’s when you break down again, letting out a sob and pressing your face tightly against your knees.

“What’s going on? Are you okay? Did someone hurt you?” He asks, worriedly. When you didn’t answer, and kept on crying, he pushes again, pleading even. “What happened? (Y/N), talk to me, baby. Please.”

“My car- broke. I- alone. No one- I can- call.” You manage to get out in between sobs.

“Your car broke? Where? Where are you?” He questions, fearfully, and you could distinguish shuffling and the sound of keys in the background. You try and calm yourself down a bit, so you could help yourself and him.

“I don’t… know. I just… I passed by that diner… the one that has the eggs-“ You start, trying to organize your thoughts, but tears still rolling down your cheeks.

“Those eggs with the secret ingredient we always tried to get the waiter to tell us what it was?” He cuts you off, quickly, and you heard his engine starting.

“Y-yeah.” You confirm, your heart somehow warming up at both the thought and knowing he remembers it too.

“Don’t get out of the car. I’ll be there in ten, okay?” He informs, now quietly again, but also sweetly.

“Okay.” You whisper, ending the call right after.

You put your phone down, hugging your knees once again, and hiding your face against them. You want to forget where you are, all the circumstances… everything. You just want these 10 minutes to pass by quickly, even if it means talk to your ex after months of not talking, and get to a safe place.

Suddenly, you hear a car pull up, and your first thought is that it’s someone strange, someone who’ll hurt you… You didn’t even think it could be Marty already.

A light knock on the window beside you, followed by your door opening gently, make you sob harder in fear, your heart bursting in your chest.

“Hey, hey, I’m here. It’s okay. You’re okay.” He says soothingly, somehow managing to sit on the corner of your seat and pulling you into his arms, hugging you tightly. You unravel your arms from your knees, wrapping them around him.

You missed him so much. His touch, his voice… all the little things.

He held you as long as necessary, running his fingers through your hair, just as he did many times before, until you finally calmed down.

“Are you feeling better?” He asks softly, once you finally pull away from him, tugging a strand of your hair behind your hair as he takes in your features.

“Yeah… Thank you. And I’m sorry.” You reply, your voice hoarse. His brows furrow in confusion, urging you to explain. “For bothering you… I shouldn’t… I shouldn’t have called.”

“You didn’t… You never bother me. And you should call me. I care about you. I honestly never stopped.” He declares tenderly, locking his gaze with yours. “Neither did the guys. We all miss you.”

“Can you just… call the tow truck?” You ask in a pleading tone, silently begging him to drop the subject.

He lets out a sigh, hanging his head. “Yeah… I can.”

But he still didn’t move. He’s still sitting there, waiting for something. You’re not sure what, but he definitely is.

“(Y/N)… We need to talk.” He says after a couple of minutes. The second those words left his lips, you tried to get out of his grasp and out of the car, but he didn’t let you. “Just hear me out. Please.” He pleads, holding you in place. You didn’t fight him anymore, so he took a deep breath and started talking. “I know I was the one who broke up with you, but… it was so stupid, I was angry and hotheaded and I said some stupid things.”

“You hurt me a lot, you know? I haven’t done anything wrong and you lashed out on me, unexpectedly.” You say, your voice small, as you avert your gaze from his.

“I know… I just… I was scared. I was so fucking scared. Because in that little action, that small moment, I realized that… I was in love with you. It showed me how fucking scared I was of losing you, how easily another guy could take you away from me.” He explains, a small tad of anger still lacing his tone.

“So… you broke up with me instead of telling me all that?” You question, incredulously.

“I’m an idiot. And I’m stubborn. You know me.” He sighs, his eyes falling to your somehow joined hands.

You look at each other as if asking each other when did that happen, and truth is… neither of you knew. It just happened. Naturally. He runs his thumb softly along the back of your hand, his eyes attentively watching it.

“I never told you before, but… I love you, (Y/N).” He finally admits, his voice not above a whisper. “I wish I could take it all back and have you back in my arms.”

“I’m literally in your arms right now, Marty.” You chuckle softly, blushing a bit.

“You know what I meant…” He frowns, once again averting his gaze from yours.

You smile, and reach up, cradling his stubble-covered cheek in your hand, and caressing it gently. He looks up at you again, hope written all over his features.

“You’re so lucky I love you too.” You mumble, shooting him a small smile. He mirrors you, before leaning down unexpectedly and pressing his lips to yours.

“I really am lucky.” He smiles widely, pecking your lips a couple of times. “I’m never letting you go ever again, you hear me?”

“I hope you don’t.” You whisper, pressing your forehead against his.

“I won’t.” He assures you, kissing you once again. “Now, let’s call the tow truck and head to the hotel, because I need to smother you with cuddles all night, because 1, I miss you, 2, I have to make up for the lost time.” He informs, chuckling softly.

“Oh, only cuddles?” You tease, fake pouting. He groans before replying, a grin forming on his lips.

“Okay, maybe not just cuddles.”

[salted-barbed-wire]

You’re Better

(A/n) Whoops Jordynn tried to write fanfiction and it turned to smut.

Summary: This is only 5% plot. You can probably guess what happens from the warnings tbh WARNINGS: Swearing, sex toys, mention of masturbation, daddy kink, angry sex, hair pulling, slight choking, SMUT SMUT SMUT SMUT filthy smut Featuring: The Villain Marty Scurll Word count: 1786- super short but packs a punch (i hope)

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I’ll be home late tonight. What time do you get off?

I read the text that lit up my phone as I stretched, waking up from a midafternoon nap. Checking my watch, “More than enough time to shower before work.” I sent a reply, hoping he would get it before his flight took off.

I work third shift so probably not until very late. Don’t wait up.

I put my phone down as I pulled a towel out of the linen closet. My dreams had of course been of him and I was still thinking of the way he had been touching me. The way his lips pressed against mine. God, I had missed him. But that’s what happens when you date a wrestler. Marty Scurll was absolutely the best boyfriend ever, even when he was away. I just so happened to look forward to the passionate, desperate, hungry sex that followed his arrival home.

A sigh escaped my lips as I knew we probably wouldn’t be able to enjoy the throws of passion until the following night after both of us had some rest. My core clenched at the thought of the things we’d do to each other.

“I don’t know if I can honestly make it through work.” I grumbled aloud. Since the day he left, I had been worked up, and it only got worse as his arrival came closer. Stripping down to nothing and starting the hot water, my mind wandered to the little toy in the drawer or Marty’s bedside table.

I walked back to our room and opened the drawer. Sure enough, there sat a pink vibrator with the words, ‘Little Rabbit’ written at the base. I remembered the day that Marty had brought it home for us to try; “Now this is just a toy for Daddy to use on you, love.” He had told me as he hit a button. I had been nervous at first, unfamiliar with toys for the bedroom. But with Marty’s gentle push, the whole night we played with it and afterwards I was a quivering mess.

My hand reached out and touched it. It wasn’t as big as Marty’s cock, but it would sure be nice to have something inside of me. I bit down on my lip, looked around and snatched the toy out of the drawer. “Good thing I have extra time in the shower.” I muttered with a smile.

----

Later that night, I walked through the door of mine and Marty’s flat. My whole body felt heavy from work and I couldn’t wait to strip down and get in bed. I smiled as I locked the door and put my purse next to Marty’s coat that he had hung up when he came home earlier. He must be in bed, I thought excitedly. It would be amazing to get to curl up to him and fall asleep.

Strolling into our bedroom, I shuffled out of my shoes. It was dark inside the room and it was hard see anything. I scrambled to look for my phone only to jump when the lamp string was pulled, shining a soft light into their room. Marty sat there on the edge of the bed, his hair looked ruffled and his suit was still on from traveling.

My eyes glanced at the clock, “Marty, you scared me.” I breathed, “It’s late, why are you still away? And why are you still dressed?”

Marty licked his lips, looking me up and down. “Something caught my attention earlier and it’s been bothering me all evening.” His arms were propping his upper body up on his knees, as if he was reserving a pounce. “Come ‘ere, my pet. Come sit on Daddy’s lap.”

I crossed the room and he sat upright, allowing me to drape my legs across his thighs. His hand immediately squeezed my knee. “Is everything okay?” I asked him, concerned.

Scurll let out a sigh, “I went to go take a shower when I came home.” He started, reaching around his back he pulled out the toy she had been using earlier. “And I found this wrapped up, drying in a towel.” I swallowed at the sight of the pink vibrator I had used not but hours ago. Marty swung me around onto the bed so I was laying beneath him.

His eyes engulfed me, “Naughty girl.” He growled at me while I whimpered below him. He knelt between my legs on the mattress and undid his belt, tearing it from the loops with force. I bit my lip, thankful he had decided to toss it aside. Marty took hold of my bottoms and ripped them down my legs, not bothering to even leave my panties behind. He dove between my legs, mouth immediately connecting with my heat. I moaned and wriggled beneath the Villain as his tongue teased my clit.

“M-Marty, oh God!” I exclaimed, the sensation was delicious. I had missed him so much since he’d been gone.

Marty sat up all too quickly, he undid the front of his trousers and his rock-hard cock sprung free. I moaned at the sight of it. My walls clenched together at the thought of him filling me up to the hilt, pounding me relentlessly as I screamed his name. Marty wasted little time taking hold of me by my hair, “Suck.” He commanded, pulling me to his cock.

He forced himself between my lips, pulling my hair so my mouth slid along his member. My throat restricted as the head pushed against it. Tears formed in my eyes.

“Such a bad girl,” He growled, pulling me from him. Marty held the vibrating toy for my view, “Show me how you used it.” His finger hit a button and I heard the buzzing through the dimly lit room.

My face went red, he had always been the one to use it on me. The one time I played with it I was alone. To say I was nervous to have him observe would be an understatement.  “No.” Was all I whispered before returning to suck him off, hoping it would distract him.

An animalistic noise rumbled through his chest as he took firm hold of my locks, ripping me from him and throwing my body against the pillows. “Daddy didn’t ask, pretty girl. Show me how you fucked yourself earlier.” He put the toy into my hand, forcing my fingers to wrap around the base. Marty wasn’t careful as he took my hand in his and pushed the vibrator against my heat.

I whimpered at the sensation and lined the cool tip up to my entrance. There was an audible groan from Marty as I pushed it into my wet, waiting heat. It was colder than having him inside of me but just as thrilling.

“Move it, love.” Marty encouraged while he jerked himself, still kneeling on the bed next to my body.

I did as I was commanded and pumped the vibrating toy in and out. My mouth dropped open and I moaned, “Fuck. It was the only thing I could manage.

“That’s it,” Marty whispered moving up to my head. He pulled my hair, lighter this time, to bring my mouth back to his throbbing cock. I took it, hungrily, and drug my lips along the shaft. My free hand gripped him so I could use it as an extension. I could taste the precum on the back of my tongue as I sucked him, still using the toy on my now quivering pussy.

“God, I love the way your moans feel on my cock,” Marty commended. “Is that how you like to get that pussy fucked, darling? You like how that feels?” I could only respond with a muffled, ‘MMhmm,’. My hand moved faster at his words. “You like it more than Daddy’s cock, don’t you, pet?”

I released him with a ‘pop’. “No!” I whined, “Marty, Daddy I-“ My protests were cut off with him pushing me back onto the bed and ripping the vibrator from my cunt. Quicker that I could process what was happening, Marty moved between my legs, lining himself up with my entrance.

“No?” He asked, slapping the tip against my swollen clit, “You want this, love? You want me to fuck you into this mattress? You want me to make you scream my name?”

“Please, yes!” I whined trying to arch up to meet him. “Please I need you. You’re better.”

Marty’s hand took hold of my throat, his forearm positioned between my breasts, “Damn right.”

He slammed himself into me, his cock hit my cervix causing me to gasp for air I didn’t have due to the pressure on my throat. Marty was relentless. His hips slammed against mine repeatedly and I could hear the bed posts hitting our wall behind me. My moans were choked out but my walls squeezed around him. I was so close and the only way to tell him was with my body as my hips bucked upwards to meet his.

Marty’s lips pressed against my ear, “Tell me, love. Tell me who’s better.”

He released his hold on my neck in time for me to scream his name. “Oh God, Marty, you! You’re better!”

“Fuck.” He hissed giving a few more thrusts into me to guide me through the rush of the orgasm. I felt him release inside of me, filling me up with weeks of wait and longing. A shiver ran down his spine and he groaned above me, still pushed inside of me to the hilt.

I watched as Marty rolled off me and we lie there on our backs for a minute, gasping for air. The ceiling spun before my eyes and I felt his arm move above my head, inviting me to come snuggle against him. Rolling over to my side, I laid my head onto his chest listening to his heart pound against his ribs.

“I’m sorry, baby,” I told him. “I just missed you so much. I knew I wasn’t supposed to play with it but I couldn’t resist.”

Marty chuckled, stroking my hair, “It’s okay, Love. I saw it in the shower and just…” he sighed. It sounded almost dream-like, “All I could picture what you did with it.” He kissed my hair lightly, “If you really can’t wait for me to come home, I understand. Just next time, send me a FaceTime so I can watch the show.”

I giggled and propped myself up to kiss his lips, “It helps but it’s definitely not as good as the real thing. You’re better.”

[adamcoled]

disagreements | marty scurll

A/N: I got my wisdom teeth removed on Wednesday, so I haven’t written anything in the past couple of days, but I remembered I wrote this short lil something :]

Marty and I, well, we tended to disagree. On a lot of things. Not the kind of disagreements that lead to arguments and eventual yelling, but the kind over petty things that are forgotten in a week’s time. The kind that aren’t truly disagreements because, once it came to it, I’d always be willing to give in if he didn’t give in first.

Truthfully, it was just a matter of who would cave first. Usually it was him, since his resolve quickly crumbled when I brought out my tactics, but sometimes he’d stand his ground firmly, forcing me to be the loser for once. On those rare occasions, Marty would raise his hands in victory and mention it at least ten times a day. Exactly the reason why I hated letting him be right.

When it was the other way around, myself coming out victorious, I was left questioning whether my success was worth it in the end. It almost always ended with a pouty Marty who sulked over it for a solid couple of hours.

It had happened when we first moved in together, debating over what color to paint our bedroom. He’d insisted on brown, meanwhile I’d envisioned a gray room and arranged the entire thing in my head already.

In the empty room, myself on the ground sitting on folded legs and Marty leaned against the doorframe, we were tasked with deciding the color quickly, as everything else was ready to go. Our failure to reach an agreement was the one thing holding us back.

“C’mon, don’t you think brown would be quite nice? It’ll make things feel nice ‘n cozy,” Marty offered, picking up one of the paint chips that was thrown haphazardly on the floor.

Brown wasn’t a bad idea, but with the look we were going for, gray would have been much more suitable. Or maybe that was just my bias coming through; either way, I was dead-set on gray and, considering I had made most of the executive decisions regarding the interior of our first house, I felt I had a pretty good idea going on.

“But,” I began, pulling up a reference picture on my phone of what I had in mind, “Look at this. I think it suits us.”

He studied the picture for a moment, zooming in randomly and squinting one eye to make his examination seem more realistic. Once he gave me back my phone wordlessly, I’d assumed he still wasn’t convinced. After all, our debates weren’t squashed so easily, both of us being too stubborn for our own good. Just the thought of the two of us under the same roof had my head spinning; it was a miracle we’d made it this far into our house fiasco. “Okay. Okay, maybe you’re right,” he sighed, a clear sign that it was definitely hurting his pride to admit it.

Hearing his acceptance caused a smile to break out on my face to which Marty flicked the paint chip he had been holding in my direction. It fell short a few feet, assuming I was the target, and I poked my tongue out at him, an act he returned in a second. We were two children who probably shouldn’t be given this kind of responsibility.

“So brown it is?” I confirmed, hopeful that he wouldn’t back out on it now. Otherwise, we’d be right back to square one, undecided on a paint color when all else was going smoothly.

“Brown it is.”

It had almost happened when we were both adamant on the type of pet we wanted to get.

We had moved into our house, complete with the brown bedroom walls, and it truly felt like we were finally settling down. There were still many days without Marty, days that felt empty in the place we created together, and since he was so committed to wrestling, there always would be. But knowing he would soon be back to the bed we shared was comfort enough in those silent nights of solitude.

There didn’t seem to be any issues that I could see, though apparently Marty thought otherwise when he suddenly brought it up over breakfast one morning.

“Something’s missing,” he announced, rubbing his chin in deep thought, “We need a dog, y’know, make it feel like a real family.” He didn’t make much of argument, but it was a convincing one nonetheless. A pet would solidify that sense of family and it would be nice to have some companionship when Marty was away. The only objection I had was his choice of pet.

I was a cat person my entire life. From strays I’d fed as a young girl to the kittens I’d taken in, my heart too big to ever turn down the gentle mewls and big eyes. That didn’t mean I had anything against dogs, not in the slightest, but to me, cats just made sense. Especially when they were easier to care for and Marty had a career that required frequent time from home and I had one that required plenty of time as well.

“That’d be great, actually. A pet would be great. A cat sounds like a good option for us, though,” I suggested, but something told me this wasn’t a battle I’d be winning. A paint color was one thing, but a pet was another.

He frowned, already pouting like a child, his plans diverted by my disagreement. “I want a dog,” he said simply, but he had to have known that wouldn’t be enough to convince me. We’d been through this kind of thing one too many times; it was practically a routine.

“I want a cat.”

And so it went back and forth like that for another ten minutes, each of us bringing up a valid point in hopes the other would finally agree. He had made such a convincing argument that I was just about willing to accept defeat, though was it really defeat? We’d end up with a really cute dog that I could cuddle with whenever I wanted, which didn’t seem like a loss at all.

“Why can’t there just be a dog cat hybrid?” Marty sighed, leaning his head against his hand, excitement deflated.

“Now that I can agree with,” I mimicked his actions. “But alright. We’ll get a dog.”

He was so stunned by my acceptance that he almost didn’t believe it, asking me to repeat it a few times as he grinned, cheering and raising his arms all the while. I knew I wouldn’t hear the end of it, especially not after we officially welcomed the new addition to our family.

But, I could deal with the bragging if it meant I would come home to the image of the two of them sprawled out on the couch together.

And it had almost happened yet again when our next task was deciding on a name for the puppy we had chosen together.

In my head, I had already thought of several names and I’d assumed there would be at least one we could agree upon. Marty, however, had other plans; he’d come up with a name himself.

“Marty, we’re not naming our dog Villain.”

While it certainly wasn’t the worst name, it definitely wasn’t the best either. I already had a handful with one villain in the house. Two seemed like an absolute nightmare.

“Why not? It’s kinda cute,” he reasoned, scratching behind the unnamed pup’s ears.

I rolled my eyes, taking a seat next to them on the couch. “You are the only villain I need,” I objected, “I’ve already got my hands full with you.”

He chuckled, pressing a kiss to my temple as he mumbled something along the lines of “maybe you’re right.”

“How about Bullet?” he tried again, hopeful that this would be the one to settle the ongoing debate. Even though I wished I could turn it down, wished I thought one of my names was better, I had to admit Bullet fit perfectly. It had a connection and still seemed to suit him. I guess I had to let Marty get his way twice in a row to make up for all those times I’d gotten mine.

“I like it,” I nodded, picking Bullet up and into my own arms, “Bullet. Suits our little guy.”

Marty’s arm came around my shoulders as I placed Bullet back on his lap; in just a few minutes, Bullet was fast asleep. “Seems like he already likes me more than you,” Marty teased, earning him a punch to the arm, careful enough not to wake the pup, “But don’t worry, you’re still my number one.”

[superthiccparty]

Just One  Thing

It's almost Christmas.

Adam Page is stuck in a Chicago airport. He's alone. It's late. And it's one bad night among several bad months.

Either way, it seems he's due for a good turn. Luck, fate, or maybe a little holiday spirit gives him a second chance he never thought he'd get.

Read it on AO3

[foot-chan]

Chapters: 10/? Fandom: World Wrestling Entertainment, Professional Wrestling Rating: Mature Warnings: Graphic Depictions Of Violence Relationships: Roman Reigns/Original Female Character(s), Dean Ambrose | Jon Moxley/Renee Young, Seth Rollins | Tyler Black/Original Female Character(s), Edge/Beth Phoenix Characters: Roman Reigns, Dean Ambrose | Jon Moxley, Seth Rollins | Tyler Black, Edge (Professional Wrestling), Christian Cage, Beth Phoenix, Renee Young, OC Fae, OC Rayna, Nikki Cross, Eric Young, Alexander Wolfe, Killian Dain, Marty Scurll, Aleister Black | Tommy End, OC Kathleen Additional Tags: Other Characters from previous stories will probably make appearances, the shield - Freeform, WWE - Freeform, Sanity, NXT - Freeform, Raw - Freeform, smackdown, Hellhounds, Demons, Alternate Universe, AU, Waking The Demon Series, Slow Burn, Other Additional Tags to Be Added Series: Part 4 of Waking The Demon Summary:

Fae wakes up alone in a forest with no memories of who—or what—she is. She can't even understand the language being spoken by the hikers who found her. That is, until a friendly tree sprite instilled a little knowledge into her mind. After she is taken to a near by hospital, her only goal is to find out what she is, and figure out a way to get the magic resting inside of her to flame to life.

Roman was living a semi-peaceful life with his pack-mates, content with settling disputes of weaker demons and upholding justice in the world around him. But what happens when the strange Nikki Cross comes asking for the pack of hellhounds' help? Can they survive whatever is killing other demons in Scotland?

Their paths will cross, their fates destined to intertwine. But are they meant to stay that way?

[ghostofviperwrites]

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Pairing:  Marty Scurll/FC/Kenny Omega

Category:  Smut

As you slid the key into the lock of the home you shared with your boyfriend Marty Scurll you could hear the telltale sounds of the video game console and muffled curses.  Opening the door, you pulled up short.  Marty was on the couch, controller in hand furiously pushing buttons as he played Street Fighter V.  But that wasn’t what made you pause.  Next to him on the couch was one of Marty’s best friends, Kenny Omega.  It wasn’t unusual for one of his wrestling buddies to be over as many stayed at their place when wrestling in the area, but you hadn’t been expecting anyone, especially Kenny.   The very attractive Kenny Omega.  Kenny who you had just recently learned something very interesting about. 

“Hey babe!”  Marty called distractedly, his attention barely drifting from the screen as he executed a sequence of moves against Kenny’s character.  

“Oh, hey Y/N!”  Kenny greeted with enthusiasm, though his eyes never left the screen either.   With a wry smile, you set your laptop down at the dining table and fired it up.  You were used to it by now; the boys’ video games were infinitely more interesting than you apparently.   It was okay you thought with a mental shrug.  It was always fun to remind Marty of his lack of attention when he was trying to get you naked.   The man was always fun to tease.   He got so frustrated, which in turn brought out his more dominant characteristics.  

As you sat trying to finalize some projects for work, you found it increasingly difficult to concentrate.   Your eyes would unerringly drift to the intensely concentrating Marty, who was shirtless and wearing a pair of black and neon green athletic shorts that were riding low on his hips.  His biceps would flex when he ran his fingers through his hair in frustration when he was losing and curse words would fly from his lips.  You were the first to admit you had almost a fetish for the way the word fuck rolled off Marty’s tongue.  

“Fuckin’ game.”  Marty growled moments later, tossing his controller down on the couch as he was defeated by Kenny.   As if he could hear the thoughts running through your mind Marty turned to you, a smirk turning up the corners of his lips before stalking towards you.  You barely had time to react before he had hauled you to your feet and was plundering your mouth with his tongue. Your hands gripped his waist pulling him tighter to your body, feeling his hardening groin pressing against your belly.  

“Let’s go Marty!  Round 3!” Kenny interrupted, making Marty break the kiss and head back to the couch.  He chuckled as you let out a groan of frustration and flopped down into your seat with a pout.   Crossing your legs, you tried to dull the ache between them, focusing on your work and trying to steadfastly ignore the increasing bickering between the two friends. After sending off your final report you found yourself watching them play from your position at the table, your attention drifting between the two men.  As you looked on you couldn’t help but think of what Marty had recently revealed to you about Kenny, it not taking long for the dampness between your legs to return full force.  Apparently, you had gotten lost in your thoughts as you were suddenly startled by Kenny sharply calling your name as both he and Marty stared at you, amusement lighting their faces.

“What?”  You sputtered.

“You’ve been staring at me for like five minutes.”  Kenny pointed out.  

“I was not!” you denied vehemently, feeling the telltale heat of a blush rising to your cheeks.  

“Yeah you were.”  Kenny insisted.  “Marty saw it too.”  You saw your traitorous boyfriend nodding in agreement, a satisfied smirk on his face as he ratted you out.   You glared at him which only served to spur him on.  

“I know why she was staring Kenny.”  Marty said helpfully.  

“Do tell…”  Kenny implored.  He was very curious to know why his best friend’s girl was looking at him like she wanted to jump his bones.  He knew they had a rather unconventional relationship, a very open relationship which; to be honest, intrigued him.  

“Shut up Marty!”  You growled launching yourself from your chair and onto Marty’s lap, hands slapping themselves over his mouth to prevent him from speaking.  Your knees pinned his arms to his legs, leaving him without an option of moving you without unceremoniously dumping you on the floor and you grinned victoriously at him as you realized his predicament.  What you didn’t account for was Kenny stepping up to help his friend, making you yelp in surprise when his hands wrapped around your waist as he pulled you off Marty’s lap, pressing you firmly against his body as you wiggled in an attempt to escape. 

With a smug smile Marty happily spilled her secret.   “Well Kenny, the other day I was talking with Y/N and your name happened to come up.   Happened to come up as the one of my friends who she would most like to fuck.”  You groaned dropping your head to your chest.  It had been said in the heat of the moment, with Marty’s fingers buried in your cunt as you teetered on the edge of orgasm as he asked you questions. You hadn’t expected him to bring it up to Kenny.   “When I told her you were bisexual and my cock had been down your throat, you should’ve heard her scream.  Instant orgasm.”  Marty chuckled.  

“Is that true Y/N?”  Kenny crooned into your ear.  “Did you get off imagining me sucking Marty’s dick?”  “Or was it the idea of me burying my cock in your tight little pussy? Maybe a little bit of both?”  He teased. Your breath caught as images of those exact things danced through your mind, arousal only heightening as you could feel Kenny’s cock hardening in your back.   You wanted Kenny, and he apparently wanted you as well, but you didn’t want to cross any lines with Marty.  Sure, you were in an open relationship, but you didn’t know if that extended to fucking his friends, and right in front of him no less.  Your gaze flew to Marty who was watching the two of you intently, lust burning brightly in his eyes as he gave a slight nod, giving you all the permission you needed.  It was apparently all Kenny needed as well as you quickly found yourself spun around to face the man who had starred in many of your fantasies. 

As you stared into his bright blue eyes Kenny’s hand left your waist, coming up to grip your chin.  “You gonna let me fuck you Y/N?”  He asked smirking when you quickly nodded.   “Yeah?  You’re gonna let me fuck you right here while your boyfriend watches?”  You twisted your head from Kenny’s grip to look at Marty who was observing you with his hand palming his cock through his shorts. “Yes.”  You breathed not breaking eye contact with Marty as you answered. You turned back to Kenny biting your bottom lip as you waited for him to make his move.  Kenny’s hands grabbed your hips pulling you close to his body, pressing you so tightly you feel the definition of his muscles through his shirt.  

“You sure about this Marty?”  He asked, voice husky with desire.  

“Don’t worry about me brotha’, I may just join the two of you.”  Marty replied making a low moan escape you.

“You want that sweetheart?”  Kenny leaned to whisper in your ear, placing a light kiss on the shell of your ear. “You want me and Marty to fuck you from both ends?”   You pressed your lower body against his groin making a groan of his own pass his lips.

“Maybe in a little bit.  First I want you all to myself.”  You replied reaching your hands to tangle in his curly brown hair, pulling him down to meet your lips.  Your first kiss was gentle, a feeling out of each other as your lips molded together, his tongue sneaking through to caress yours briefly and breaking the kiss.   Then he attacked with a ferociousness that surprised you, an aggressiveness you usually only saw in the ring from Kenny.  Your mouths met in a bruising kiss, his tongue darting in and tangling with yours as his hands gripped your ass, pulling you into his groin.   You let your hands wander his body, stroking the defined muscles until you had to finally break apart for air.   Kenny’s hands left your ass, making short work of stripping off your clothing and tossing them around the room without care until you stood before him in your matching peach lace bra and panty set.  

You stood still as Kenny slowly walked around you, circling you as he looked over every inch of your body.  

“You’re a lucky man Marty” Kenny told his friend with a smile as he concluded his perusal.  

“You think I’m lucky now?  Wait’ll you see what she can do to you.”  Marty replied, hand casually resting on his bulge.    

“Oh yeah?”  Kenny said turning to look at you.  “Get on your knees Y/N.  Show me what you can do to me.”   You eagerly sank to your knees, settling yourself comfortably before reaching for the waistband of Kenny’s shorts.   When they fell to the ground, revealing his commando state, and displaying his impressive package to your gaze you were not disappointed.   You had a feeling Kenny was packing (those pants of his leave little to the imagination) and you were not wrong.   Smiling up at him you grabbed him in one hand, your fingers barely clasping around his girth and giving a quick twist of your wrist that had a gasp escaping his mouth while Marty chuckled knowingly.  With your free hand, you formed a fist around his tip, squeezing it in your grasp and trailing your thumb along his slit.  

“Fuck, I think I need to sit down for this,” Kenny groaned stepping out of your grasp and moving to sit back on the couch before motioning you to follow.   You crawled to him on your knees, giving an enticing sway to your hips as you did so and reattached your hands to his cock.

“You’re not going to take it away from me again are you?”  You teased as you twisted and stroked your hands up and down his dick as he shook his head no quickly.   With another squeeze of your fist drops of precum leaked out, glistening on his tip.  You stuck out your tongue playfully and leaned down, swiping it over the salty substance.  Moving your hands together you worked to caress every part of his cock, except for the tip, leaning down to tease it with your tongue, swiping and circling your tongue around him, coating it with saliva and precum as more leaked with each stroke.   One hand left his shaft to snake down between his thighs, grasping his balls in your hand and caressing them as you finally engulfed his tip in your mouth, sucking hard on the mushroom tip as Kenny’s head fell against the back of the couch.  From the corner of your eye you saw Marty watching your actions intently, his hand stroking himself through his shorts making you smile around Kenny’s dick.   You were surprised how hot you found the idea of being watched.  It wasn’t really something that had crossed your mind before, but now that it was happening your soaked panties were testament to the fact that you were loving it.  

You released Kenny’s length with your hand, sliding him further into your mouth, rolling your tongue around his length as he filled your throat.  With one final bob, he slipped into the back of your throat, causing you to gag slightly as you adjusted to the intrusion. Once you were settled you set up a rhythmic pace of bobbing along his length, in and out of your throat, pulling off him completely and flicking your tongue over his tip before plunging him back into your throat.  You were so into what you were doing you hadn’t even heard Marty remove his clothes to come stand behind you.  You didn’t notice him until his hand was in your hair, pulling you off Kenny’s dick and flush against his body.  

“Now kitten, you keep doing that Kenny isn’t gonna last long enough to have some real fun. Especially since he isn’t used to your talented mouth.”   Marty smirked at his friend who was breathing heavily, obviously close to blowing his load.  “So why don’t you slow down just a bit and let him enjoy it?”   You pouted sheepishly and nodded your head in agreement falling forward as Marty released your hair.   You returned your attention to Kenny, leaning to give a long swipe of your tongue along his length as you gripped his base on hand.   Behind you Marty settled on his knees, slipping off your panties and sliding his cock along your soaked pussy lips, the head brushing over your clit with each pass.  Trying to ignore the ache between your thighs you focused on pleasing Kenny.  You knew Marty wasn’t going to give you what you wanted until he was damn good and ready and being impatient was just going to make him tease you more.  

You placed a kiss on Kenny’s tip and flicked it with your tongue then sliding it between your lips and given it a light suck and popping him back out before continuing to kiss and lick his entire length leaving no part untouched until he was almost begging you to take him into your mouth.   A devilish smirk and shake of your head earned you a sharp smack on the behind from Marty, making you turn your head to glare at him, all the while continuing to stroke Kenny.

“Don’t be a tease, Y/N.”  He said.

“Oh, you’re one to talk.”  You replied smartly only to gasp as Marty plunged into you with one thrust, burying himself in your heat.  

Kenny apparently decided he had enough teasing and took matters into his own hands, grabbing two handfuls of your long hair and pulling you down onto his cock, burying himself in the back of your throat as Marty thrust into you at breath stealing pace.   For the next several minutes you were lost in pleasure as Marty took you from behind and Kenny fucked your throat, leaving you at their mercy.   With a final thrust into your throat you felt Kenny’s warm seed fill your mouth and greedily swallowed every drop breathing heavily when Kenny pulled out of your mouth and pushing your hips back to meet Marty’s thrusts as you were on the brink of coming yourself.   When Marty’s hand connected with your pussy grabbing your clit between his fingers and squeezing you lost it, coming with a scream your head falling into Kenny’s lap.  

“Come here pet.”  Marty said pulling out of you.  You pushed yourself up turning on your knees knowing what Marty wanted, mouth open and ready for his cock to slide in.   You hummed around him as you tasted your tangy juices coating his cock, stroking your tongue along his underside as he pushed in and out of your willing mouth.   Your attention was diverted when Kenny moved next to you, dropping down to his knees.  

“You mind sharing sweetheart?”  He asked you, a smirk tilting the corner of his lips as he eyed Marty’s cock fucking your face.  Marty pulled himself out of your mouth, allowing you to answer.  You simply licked your lips, hand reaching into Kenny’s curls to guide his mouth to Marty’s cock.  When his lips enveloped Marty, you watched in awe.  You startled out of your daze when Marty’s hand intertwined with yours to push Kenny down on his cock, the two of you guiding him in sucking Marty’s cock, your free hand sneaking between your legs to stroke your once again leaking pussy.   You didn’t think you had ever witnessed something so sexy in your life.  You became an active participant again when Marty pulled out of Kenny’s mouth and slid his cock back into yours, alternating between both of your mouths over the next several moments before pulling out of Kenny’s mouth and stroking his hand over his dick.  

“I want both of your tongues on me at the same time.”  He declared motioning for you both to begin.  You moved first grabbing his cock and licking down the side, locking your eyes onto Kenny’s as he leaned forward and licked along the opposite side.  Marty groaned when you both began licking him, your tongues intertwining as they teased along his cock, the two of you meeting at his tip and twirling your tongues together over it.   “Fuck, I’m gonna come!”  He growled making Kenny suck his tip into his mouth catching the warm fluid shooting on his tongue and swallowing it down.   Releasing Marty from his mouth Kenny grabbed the back of your head pulling you to his lips.  Your mouth parting in anticipation you could still taste Marty on Kenny’s tongue as you kissed him deeply, swiping your tongue around his mouth to grab the last of the taste.  

The three of you dressed, tossing each other their various articles of clothing.   Once dressed you casually walked over to the stack of take out menus on the counter.  

“So, who’s up for Chinese?”  you asked holding up a menu.

[ambootyos]

Cast A Spell On Me Pt. 8

Part 7

Word Count: 1,418

A/N: Enjoy! This has not been proof read.. 

Tags: @originalbish98 @thegenericluchadora @theprestigious0ne @reigns420 @dorkyvillain @laziestgirlintheworld @villainsqueendom @baybayforlife @wrestlingismyguiltypleasure @thevillainclub @alexnine @i-ship-it-okay @sheaxdevitt @wannabefandomgirl @breakfastwiththesun @earl-01 @littleblueghostspoon

Ships: Luxe x Marty, Luxe x Dalton, Luxe x Will, Ophelia x Finn

Character: Finn, Marty, Dalton, Will, Ophelia (OC), Luxe (OC), Aleister

“W-What do you mean magic isn’t done with us?” Ophelia asked, her voice starting to shake. “We have to be. Last time we got involved with magic..”She trailed off, as she started to pace around the room.

Finn grabbed her hands, and sighed. “I know..but ‘ave you noticed anyfing different? Luxe is different..’nd ‘vat guy she was ‘wif, he acted like he knew me..not to mention, she just left ‘wif Dalton..”

Her eyes widened. “Castle? Did he recognize you?” She asked, before biting her lip nervously.

He nodded. “Kind ‘ov..but it got me ‘finking, we know ‘wha Will is..we know who Dalton is, ‘nd I’m just gonna assume ‘vat this ‘ova guy is most likely a witch, or somefing along ‘vose lines..’wha if Luxe ‘as discovered ‘er powers?”

“That doesn’t have anything to do with us Finn!” Ophelia exclaimed.

“I’d like ‘ta believe ‘vat..but, I don’t. I can’t. Someow we’re gonna get pulled back into ‘vis, and you know it..” He replied, his voice calm and collected.

Ophelia frowned, and glanced at the necklace. Finn followed her gaze, and sighed, before cupping her face, averting her eyes to him instead.

“Ophelia..’ya don’t ‘ave ‘ta worry about ‘im..I promise. I’m not let ‘im hurt us again..’ya just ‘ave to trust me.”

She smiled softly and nodded. “I-I trust you.”

---

“So, am I gonna get to hear about your day?” Dalton asked, as he drove me home, in my car. He insisted on driving, thinking I was too tired to do it myself.

“I don’t know if you’d even want to. It hasn’t been my finest few hours..” I sighed, before nervously twiddling my thumbs.

He breathed a laugh. “No judgment here. I’m the king of bad decisions.” He shrugged. “Plus, I really doubt whatever happened wasn’t that bad.”

“I slept with Marty.” I sighed, as I shook my head. Dalton choked on laughter, causing me to grow even more embarrassed. “On top of the counter, at my job, and my coworkers walked in on it.”

He held back laughter, and nodded. “T-That’s not so bad. I mean..unless he was bad?” He teased. I shook my head. “No..he was, definitely not bad.” I said, as my face started to turn red.

“And I can’t imagine you being bad, so you have nothing to worry about.” He replied.

My face dropped, as I thought about Will. He was the reason I regretted what happened with Marty. I don’t know what I’d do if he found out, or how I’d even begin to explain what happened.

“Although, I gotta say, I’m a bit jealous of him.” Dalton flirted, cocking his brow. I cocked my head, a bit surprised he’d just come out and say that. I breathed a laugh.

“Oh yeah? And why’s that?” I chuckled. He smiled, and shrugged slightly.

“Well, I thought Will was the only one who’d be able to catch your attention. It’s why I didn’t make a move the night of the party. Although, I was secretly hoping you’d kiss me.” He started, before clearing his throat. “Tell me, is it too late to throw my hat in?” He asked, as we pulled into my driveway. I smiled softly.

“We’ll see Dalton..” I winked, before getting out of the car. He got out as well, and waved goodbye, before snapping his fingers, and disappearing.

I went inside to see Will waiting on the couch, he smiled slightly when he saw me, but something felt off. I could feel his feelings, thanks to the unity spell.

“Will, is something wrong?”  I asked, his eyes expanded for just a second, before returning to their former state. They were heavy, like he’d been crying, but he just shook his head, and faked a smile.

“Oh, it’s nofing Darling..” He stated, trying to sound sincere, but failing miserably.

I sat next to him on the couch, and put my hand on his knee, before sighing. “Will, no lies. Please. I know how you’re feeling. Remember? Why are you upset.”

“Maybe you should tell me why ‘ya feel guilty first.” He mumbled, not looking me in the eye.

My face fell, and I swallowed the lump in my throat. “How’d you find out?” I asked, looking at the ground.

“I decided ‘ta check up on you today, ‘nd I saw you..” He trailed off, the words getting more difficult for him to say. “‘Wif him..”

I nodded. “So, you were spying on me?” I asked, before pursing my lips together. He shook his head. “No, ‘vat’s not what it was oka-”

“Yes it was!” I exclaimed, as I stood. “Look, I understand you’re mad at me for doing this with him, but, you shouldn’t have been spying Will!”

He sighed, and stood as well. “All I was doing was making sure you were okay! It’s not like I wanted ‘ta see you ‘wif him!” He exclaimed. I smacked my forehead, and shook my head.

“He was right! You did this unity thing, just so you could always know where I was!” I spat out, before realizing what I’d just said. His face dropped, and his eyes started to water.

“He was right? You talked, ‘wif him, about me?” He mumbled, sounding even more hurt now than before. I sighed, and wrapped my arms around him, hugging him tightly, as I laid my head against his chest.

He didn’t say anything. He didn’t hug me back.

“Will..I didn’t mean it like that. I was just mad..I shouldn’t have said that. I’m sorry.” I said, softly.

He finally hugged me back, and pressed his forehead to mine. “I know, ‘vat me ‘nd you aren’t really ‘togeva, and I don’t ‘ave ‘va right to be angry. You’re allowed ‘ta see ‘whoeva you want. I was just..’oping it wasn’t gonna be him..” He admitted.

“Look Will, sometimes, things happen in the heat of the moment. I don’t know if it’s gonna happen again, but..it doesn’t mean I don’t care about you. You’re my best friend.” I started. “If this whole friends with benefits thing, means I’m not allowed to see other people, then that makes it a relationship. And, I don’t want that right now. Can you handle that? Or does this have to end? Do you wanna go back to being just, friends?”

He shook his head. “I can handle ‘vis Darling..” He sighed, before nodding. I smiled, and brushed his hair back, out of his face.

“Okay, good.” I said softly, before kissing his cheek.

I think he was still a bit upset, but that was understandable in a way. I sat back down on the couch, before pulling him to sit next to me. I laid my head in his shoulder, and he smiled softly as he draped his arm around me.

We watched movies on the couch, until we both drifted off to sleep. My dreams were..odd to say the least.

All I could think about, was what happened between me and Marty, and images of my view clodded my subconscious. When I finally woke up, my head against Will’s chest as he slept soundly.

I was careful getting up, I didn’t wanna disturb him. I rubbed the temples of my forehead, being a bit confused.

Then I realized, if Marty could put dreams in my head before, what was stopping him from doing it now? This thought, made me angry. I marched over to his house, and knocked on the door.

Aleister answered, and looked a bit surprised when he saw it was me. “Oh, Luxe. Hello. What exactly are you doing here?” He asked. I rolled my eyes, and shook my head.

“Can I talk to Marty please?” I stated dryly, he moved aside, letting me walk in, just as Marty was coming down the hall.

Marty cocked his head, and smirked. “Ah, Love! How did I know, you’d come back for a round two?” He said arrogantly.

I smacked him in the chest, and shook my head, confusing him a bit. “I’m not here for that. Are you still putting dreams in my head? Because stop it.”

He smirked. “Love, ‘m not putting any dreams in your head anymore. But, I take it you’re ‘aving some hmm?”

I looked at the ground nervously, and he put his hand on my chin, tilting my head up to look at him. His smirk grew wider.

“Why don’t you tell me about it Love?”

[samthewrestlingfan]

Bad At Love: Kenny Omega

Hi there, Lovebugs!

Here is a new lil Kenny fic! This is my first time writing Kenny, so please be gentle <3

Let me know if you like it! I enjoyed writing this one :)

Next this to come out will be the next chapter of BELIEVER. (No I haven’t forgotten about it!)

btw this is hella long and im sorry.

Characters: Kenny Omega/OC

Warnings: Alcohol, angst, MILD smut, fluff.

(gif credit: @toosweetme)

I took a swig of my beer, before I practically slammed it down on the table.

You’ve got this, Ella. If he shows up, just ignore him.

I felt a nudge on my side, snapping me out of my daze. “You doin’ okay?” Marty asked.

I nodded at him quickly, returning my attention to my alcohol. I heard an audible sigh come from him, “If you keep acting like this, you’re only going to draw attention to yourself, and how uncomfortable you are.”

“I’m not uncomfortable, Marty. I’m just…” I droned off, not bothering to continue my sentence. Marty excused himself leaving me with my drink and the Bucks on opposite ends of the table.

Truth be told I wasn’t anything; mostly because I wasn’t allowing myself to feel anything. My plan was to enjoy my night out with my friends, and not let Kenny Omega and his inability to think with anything but his dick ruin that for me.

“Els! Come grab a shot with me?” Matt offered.

I perked up at his behest, “Definitely.”

Matt ordered quite literally a whole tray of sake shots, and as we waited for them, I began to loosen up.

Matt cleared his throat suddenly, “Look, I know this probably isn’t my place, but you’re my friend, hell one of my best friends, and Kenny is too. I just don’t want to have the two of you lose a great friendship over this…”

I nodded as he spoke. He was right, I knew what I was getting when I fell for Kenny. I just never expected things to turn so sour so quickly.

Kenny and I had never see each other as more than friends. Ever. At least I didn’t, then one night it just clicked.

…and by clicked, I mean we fucked.

***

“Please let me help you…” Kenny chuckled.

I hiccuped, “Listen you, go back to the party, I’m f-fine!” I laughed, practically falling face first into the side of the elevator.

I was drunk as a skunk and everyone knew it.

“Ella, I swear to God you are the most stubborn person I’ve ever known.” Kenny said grabbing my arm to stabilize me.

I leaned into him and laid my head on his strong shoulder, “Yeah but you love me for it.” I inhaled his scent, he smelled like man and sex and ecstasy. Again, I’m pretty sure this is the alcohol talking.

He kissed my forehead, as the elevator reached my floor. “Let’s go drunky.”

***

I pushed open my hotel room door, Kenny following swiftly behind me.

“Alright Beautiful, Let’s get you in bed.” Kenny held my waist, guiding me into the dimly lit hotel room.

I groaned to myself, “Ughhh, I don’t wanna be alone.” I flopped myself on the edge of the bed, bending down, unstrapping my heels.

Kenny walked toward the bathroom, “You know you contradict yourself a lot? A second ago you told me to go back to the party.” I heard the bathroom door click closed and decided to hurry up and change for bed.

The room was spinning as I undressed, barely able to make out what I was ripping off from where. I was stood in the middle of the room,  and my black thong and matching bra, searching for my pajamas.

“Oh…right.” I mumbled to myself, remembering they were in the bathroom.

I stumbled through the room, and knocked on the door leaning against the frame, “Ken, I need my pjs.”

He swung open the door, “Fuck you’re–” I watched his eyes scan me up and down, “Whoa.”

I snuck by him, grabbing my clothes off the vanity. “What?” I asked.

Kenny cleared his throat, “Ella the tequila may have stolen my filter,  but you look,” He bit his bottom lip, “Incredible.”

My face burned at his compliment, and from my current state of intoxication. “Ken you’ve seen me in my gear, this isn’t that different is it?.” I spun around, giving him a nice view of my round behind, teasing him a bit.

He ran his hand over his face, “Oh-ho-ho, you have no idea…”

I climbed onto the bed, Kenny following quickly after me. I rested on the edge of the bed, my knees dug into the mattress to keep me from wobbling.

I reached out for Kenny and grabbed both sides of his lapel, pulling him into me slowly.

“Still want me to stay?” He asked almost hopeful, placing his hands on my hips.

I paused for a moment, allowing my eyes to connect with his. I saw a hunger in them, one that made a throbbing erupt from between my legs.

“I do.” I breathed.

Kenny brought his face close to mine. “Is this okay?” He asked.

I nodded. He brushed his lips against mine, and ran his rough fingertips up and down my sides. “Is that okay?”

I swallowed hard, “Yes.”

Without hesitation, Kenny kissed me. Hard. His hands searching for every curve my body had…

***

And the rest is history.

Except for the past few weeks, Kenny hadn’t spoken to me outside of work. He stopped calling, stopped texting…everything just stopped and he was gone. Kenny was never just gone, he always woke up with me, our limbs tangled together. He would kiss me good morning, then ask if I wanted to grab breakfast.

“Ella? Did you hear me?” Matt asked, eyebrows raised.

I looked to him quickly, “Hm? Oh yeah. Thanks, Matt.” I said. Truth be told, I stopped listening. I’m sure he was just telling me what everyone was telling me. At this point, I was sick of hear it.

I downed another shot, before excusing myself. “Matt, I’m just gonna run to the bathroom.”

His eyes widened. “But Ella didn’t you–”

“Matt,” I interrupted. “I’m fine.” I gently rubbed his shoulder before turning to walk–or stumble my way. The bar was dim, and smelled like an odd combo of memories and mistakes.

As I turned the corner I stumbled and slammed into the wall.

“Fuck…” I said as I hit the ground.

I heard a gruff laugh, “Nice mouth.” I looked up to see a strong hand held out for me.

God has a sick sense of humor. I thought to myself, realizing Matt must have been trying to warn me.

“You just gonna hang out on the floor all night?” Kenny said sarcastically.

I begrudgingly held my hand out, allowing him to help me up. I rose to my feet, crossing my arms in front of me.

“Thanks.” I spat.

Kenny smiled softly, brushing a stay piece of hair out of my face. “No problem, Els.”

I continued toward the bathroom, a billion thoughts running through my head. Does he hate me now? Was I not good enough for him? Has he moved on to someone else? Someone better than me?

“That’s it.” I grit my teeth together, and stomped back towards Kenny.

“Hey!” I shouted at him as he walked away. His head turned towards me, stopping mid step.

“You. Me. Outside…now.” I grabbed the sleeve of his jacket and yanked him towards the door.

He walked with no hesitation. Outside onto the dirty street, and down the small side road next to the bar, he finally stopped to perch against the brick siding.

Kenny’s eyes bore holes into mine. There he was. Right in front of me, and I had every opportunity to say everything I was feeling.

“What the fuck is wrong with you?!”

…and I choked.

“What?” He asked offended.

“What nothing!” I yelled. “You’ve completely ignored me for the past few weeks. You can barely be in my presence for more than two  minutes without finding a reason to leave!” I was screaming at the top of my lungs, and it felt damn good.

I took a deep breath, “You made me feel like shit, Ken. You made me feel used. Was that your plan? Get your dick wet, then ignore me for the rest of your life?”

Kenny took a step towards me. “Are you done?”

I scoffed, “Unbelievable! I can’t believe I was stupid enough to think Kenny Omega could ever give two fucks about me.”

“Don’t say that…you know I care about you.” He said, hurt painting his words.

“No you don’t. You cared about having someone you could fuck on a moments notice, well jokes on me huh.” I flipped him off, walking away swiftly but he pulled me back.

“Oh no, you don’t get to scream at me like a psycho then just walk away.” He held me still so I couldn’t leave. I snatched my arms back and crossed them in front of me.

“What could you possibly have to say to me to–” Kenny put a finger to my lips. “Ella, please, as much as I love your voice, just…shh.”

Kenny stepped back and brushed his hair back. “I haven’t been with anyone else.”

My eyes flashed to him. “What?” I asked.

“You. The last time we we’re together, you we’re the last person I was with.” He said confidently.

I rolled my eyes, “What does that matter Ken?”

“I don’t know. I’m just offended that you think so fucking little of me.”  He rested his hands on his hips. My head was so foggy from the booze that I couldn’t tell what emotion he put behind that sentence.

“You haven’t exactly given me a reason to think otherwise.” I said, slurring my words despite my best efforts.

“Really? So I guess the years of friendship before any of this happened were pointless?” It was Kenny’s turn to get loud now. I guess I kinda deserve it.

A chill ran up my spine, the cold air registering with my flush body causing me to shiver. Kenny noticed, and stopped his pacing to walk toward me.

He let out a small laugh, before removing his jacket and placing it over my shoulders. “See? I’m not this heartless monster you made me out to be.”

This is the Kenny I knew. Sweet, and kind and always taking care of everyone. “Thank you.” I smiled softly.

“Did you ever think that maybe I didn’t want to hurt you?” He mumbled suddenly.

“What?” I questioned.

He cleared his throat. “Ella I’m not good at this stuff. I don’t know how to do the whole one girl thing.”

I scoffed, “Did I ever ask you for that?”

“No, but it’s what you deserve.” He spoke.

“Kenny, I knew what I was getting when we started whatever we were doing.” And that was true. I needed someone and so did he. We were more than comfortable with one another and it seemed to be enough, until my dumbass caught feelings.

“I was sick to my fucking stomach thinking about you with someone else. I couldn’t sleep without you next to me. I don’t know when I became such a fucking softy.” He laughed.

I placed a hand on his cheek. “Why did you just up and disappear then?” I said.

He sighed. “I needed to know if what I was feeling was something or if we had just gotten too comfortable with each other.”

I looked up to his eyes, “Well?” I asked.

He paused before he spoke, obviously trying to word what he wanted to say, “I fell for you, Els. I fell hard. I know I’ve been dick and I’m sorry. If you’d give me the time, I promise I’ll spend as long as you’d like making it up to you.”

My heart skipped a beat as he spoke. I didn’t know what to do beside stretch up and kiss him.

…and that’s exactly what I did.

I tangled my hands in his hair, our mouths getting familiar with one another again. Kenny pulled back and rested his forehead on mine. “I’ve missed that, Els.”

“Me too.” I said.

He stood up, offering me his hand. “C'mon. Let’s go celebrate with our nosey friends.” Kenny said gesturing to Nick and Matt’s faces in the window.

I took his hands and gripped it tight, “Can I buy my girl a drink?” He asked as he held the door.

My stomach churned at his offer. “Not a chance, Babe.”

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Attention

So there’s this song I’ve been listening to on repeat the last few weeks and I’ve been wanting to write a angsty fic along with it. If you want to listen to it here’s the link to the YouTube video (X).  It took me a while to figure out who I wanted to pair this idea up with and recently (due to a very vivid and sexy fever dream) I’ve been on a Marty Scurll kick. So I hope you enjoy.  Also, I’ll update my masterlist here soon, I’ve got a few more fics I want to add before going to all the work of updating the whole post (It takes for ever).

Featuring: Marty Scurll (This is my first attempt at him.)

Word count:1402

Warnings: Feels. Don’t hate me.

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The beer in front of Marty had become warm from him ignoring it. The dark amber colored liquid was mocking him. He wanted to taste it but he wasn’t one to drown his sorrows in alcohol; especially over a woman.

“Hey, Marty, are you going to start having some fun tonight?” Nick Jackson asked him.

He looked at the one half of the Young Bucks who had interrupted his thoughts. “I am having fun.” He replied picking up his lukewarm glass, taking a sip to cover his lie.

Kenny gripped his shoulder and squeezed, “Can we just forget about that girl for one night, man? We’re in a club in Japan, you go home tomorrow. Let’s just have a guys’ night and enjoy ourselves.” Omega held up his glass and the Bucks followed suit. “To the boys!”

“To the boys!” The Bucks chanted!

Marty held up his glass, “To the boys.” He repeated quietly, his voice dripping with a light hint of sarcasm. He took another drink, instantly wishing he hadn’t let it get so warm. The music hummed around them and the lights flashed different colors. There was a full crowd of people on the dance floor, swaying and bouncing along with the beat.

“There are some gorgeous girls out there,” Matt said following Marty’s gaze to the dancefloor. “Maybe you should try to get a number or two?”

“Nah, I’m not messing with any girls right now, mate.” Marty finished his beer and hailed for another.

Kenny raised his eyebrows, “So who are you messing with?”

Scurll chuckled, “Knock it off, Omega.”

Kenny Omega’s smirk remained, “Just curious. Maybe you should go dance? Even if you don’t ‘mess’ with any of those girls, I’m sure a few of them could take your mind off… Her.”

“You know I don’t dance, mate.”

“You really need to forget her, man.” Matt said ordering another drink. “She’s been talking all this crap on twitter. Well, she’s trying to be cryptic about it but you can definitely tell what she’s trying to insinuate.”

With a sigh, Marty spun his bar stool around as he took a long gulp of his fresh glass. His eyes wandered the dance floor. Matt was right, a lot of girls were dancing on the floor tonight; but there was only one that stood out to him.

You.

Marty Scurll nearly choked at the sight of your body swaying to the music. You were wearing a red dress that had scooted its way up your thighs from dancing. The front of the strapless dress had wiggled down, exposing your cleavage. His mouth went dry watching your hips move and your arms raise above your head. How he longed to touch you again, it had been days since you walked away from him and now here you were, dangling like a bait on a hook, waiting for him to take a bite. He licked his lips, remembering all the times his hands wandered over you. Kneading your breasts, squeezing your ass, holding you down to the bed as he ravaged you. Suddenly, your eyes met his. Your red painted lips turned upward in a grin.

“Marty?” Fingers snapped in front of his face. “You okay?”

Marty blinked, “Fine. You know what, gents?” He finished his beer with a huge swallow, “I do feel like dancing.”

He slammed the glass down on the bar behind him and walked towards the dance floor. Marty’s eyes never left yours, even as bodies of men and women alike bumped into him. Time seemed to slow as he approached the rail that separated the floor from the seating area around the bar. He lowered himself under that railing and stood in front of you. You didn’t seem bothered by his presence, in fact there was a sparkle of amusement glimmering in your eyes.

“Well, well, well,” You started, knowing full well Scurll was watching your lips move. “If it isn’t the Villain, himself.”

Marty’s heart sped up, it was like your voice was the only thing he could hear. The music had basically vanished. “(Y/N).” He said licking his lips, “Fancy seeing you here.”

“Mmm.” You gave a quick spin, “Almost as if it were fate, eh?”

Marty’s eyes wandered your frame again. He stood perfectly still, unable to move in fear of reaching out to touch you would be somehow inappropriate.

“Aren’t you going to dance, Marty?” You chuckled. “You’re sticking out like a sore thumb.” You took his hands and wrapped them around your waist as you turned your back towards him. Your hips swayed against his front. You couldn’t help but feel satisfaction radiate from you as he let out a low groan.

The Villain lowered himself down to your ear, his hot breath sent shivers up and down your spine, “What are you doing here, love?” He hissed.

“Dancing.” You said simply, pressing yourself further against him.

Marty bit his lip watching your ass wiggle against his crotch. “I don’t think those were your true intentions.” Scurll gripped your arm so you turned to face him, “Did you know I was going to be here?”

Your smile wasn’t going to fade. “I may or may not have been talking to Matt and Nick earlier today.”

Marty sighed and tore his eyes away from you, “You just want attention. Don’t you? You don’t want my heart. You’re just making sure I’m never getting over you. Is that it?” Scurll shook his head and ran and hand through his hair. “You can’t just show up looking like this, knowing I’ll be here, still missing you after YOU left ME!” He couldn’t help but raise his voice.

You pouted, “Marty, you’re making me sound like…” your fingers wound through his beard, “a villainess.” You perked up on your toes and planted a kiss on his lips. “Maybe I just wanted to keep an eye on you?”

You could see him visibly melting under your touch. A part of you felt guilt for torturing the poor boy but you had missed him. You missed the way he held you, the way his beard felt against you when he peppered you with kisses. You missed everything about him, but had discovered that a serious relationship was not for you. Marty wanted to spend the rest of his life with you and was ready to get down on a knee and propose to you. You, for as much as you loved him, didn’t know how to commit that way.

“Keep an eye on me, eh?” He mumbled, “Afraid I’ll find someone else?”

You huffed and rolled your eyes, “No one deserving of you.”

There was a painful look on Marty’s face, “Deserving of me? Who are you to say that?” He turned to leave and pain shot through you.

“Marty, wait!” You chased him as he fled the dance floor. His head was shaking, trying to shoo you away from him. “Please, (Y/N). Can’t you see what you’re doing here?” He gestured to your outfit of choice, “And now that we’re standing here face to face you already know that you’ve won. Okay? You’ve won. I miss you, I still want you, you’ve got me thinking about when you were mine. It’s not fair!”

A pain clenched in your chest, knowing how awful you were being to him. “Marty… I…”

“No.” He cut you off, “I loved you.” He said breathlessly. “I loved you and you left me. I came here to have a good time before going home, to try to forget about you but here you are. I knew from the moment I saw you here tonight that you just wanted me to notice you. Yet I still played your games. God, I’m so stupid.” He held his hand in his face.

“You’re not stupid. Marty, please! Let’s just go dance.” You tried to pull his hand away from his face, hoping he would be convinced by the pleading look on your face.

“No, (Y/N). I’m done dancing with you tonight. I’m done dancing with you period. Goodbye. Have a nice life.”

With that, he turned and left. “Marty!” You called out after him, unable to move. “Marty, wait!” But he refused your pleas and continued to walk out of the club. Your eyes followed him, tears welling up and stinging in the corners, as he slammed the door shut and walked out of your life.

[mirasun]

Titel: Penetrated Nerves

Fandome: Pro Wrestling, ROH, NJPW, Bullet Club, Being the Elite

Pairing: Adam “Hangman” Page / Marty Scurll - Party

additional Characters: Nick & Matt Jackson (The Young Bucks), Kenny Omega, Joey Ryan (mentioned)

Tags/Warnings:

Bullet Club

Jealousy

Hidden Anger

Reconciliation

Blow Jobs

Kayfabe Compliant

being the elite

Summary:

This is going on for weeks. At first it was just the boys having a laughter over a viral video of Joey Ryan and the power of the penis. Not the whole Bullet Club was a fan of this joke. No, big Hangman Page felt a little disregarded by his friends. His frustration grew slowly, but this match was to much. After his friend and colleagues even the fans turned on him. No, Adam Page is not happy!

Word Count: 4297

Autors Note:

While watching Being the elite I just thought: Damn, Page and Marty would make the perfect sandwich... and then he disapeared. I was shocked, it was just like I jinxed him, but then he returned and on one picture of the whole group he had wrapped his arm around Marty and I forgot the sandwich fantasy and my new ship was born.

It started as a little head canon and suddenly there was this whole fiction.

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Taking back what is ours: Part 2: The Final Cease and Desist

Warning(s): None

Word Count: 1250+

The Bullet Club stood in a circle in the side yard of The Young Buck’s parent’s house. All of them still in shock after finding out who the stooge was and the events that had taken place earlier on in the day.

“We really didn’t get anything accomplished,” Cody said to the group.

“No, no, no, okay. Okay guys listen, we came in and we wanted certain things. We didn’t get the job done. However, Marty, Marty stepped up! Marty stepped up, you’re the MVP,” Matt told them.

“Yeah Marty did step up,” Nick said agreeing with his brother.

“You Marty, you’re the villain. You got the job done!” Matt congratulated him.

“I thought it was a toy gun,” Marty admitted.

“No it was a shoot,” Nick said.

“No, no, no. The stooge is no more! And right now guys, right now, it’s time to make a pact,” Matt said bending over to pick up a sharp stone. “If they ever try to send a stooge over to us to try to ruin our lives again, we will destroy it as a team.

Everyone began agreeing with Matt. “Together.”

“You know what? Let’s make it official,” Matt began walking over to Marty first who instantly began to refuse until Matt moved on to Nick. “Okay Nick first.” After cutting Nick’s hand, he went on to cut Hangman’s hand, then Cody’s, then Brandi’s. He finally made his way back to Marty who was still refusing to let Matt cut his hand. “Come on Marty! You stepped it up! You’re the MVP!” Everyone began to cheer.

“I don’t like it! I don’t want you to! Don’t cut my hand! NO!” Marty started screaming as Matt grabbed his hand and cut it anyways.

“Alright guys, let’s all join hands now,” Matt said before cutting his hand. Nick started showing his blood color to everyone making everyone compare colors. Marty looked at all of them with disgust. “That is very gross.”

“Alright link hands, let’s make this official,” Matt said to the group. They all linked hands for a few minutes so they could all be one.

On the other side of the house, Matt and Nick’s dad was having a conversation on his phone. “Okay babe, let me call you back later. Um ya know, I’ll make sure to grab all of that stuff. Let me call you back later.” He hung up the phone and began walking over to his car, “Ah man. I can’t believe it. After all these years, I’m still cleaning up after my boys,” He opened the trunk of his car where the stooge was. “What the hell?” He shouted, noticing that the stooge was no longer in the trunk. Instead, there was a final Cease and Desist paper with the “Too Sweet” crossed out in the trunk. “Oh my goodness, I’ve got to get this to the boys fast!” As he said that, his phone began to go off. He mumbled a few words to himself before picking up his phone again. “Babe, I told you, you’ll get the D in a minute,” he paused for a moment, “What the F. Who is this?”

“What? Did you think I was dead?” The stooge asked while laughing, “You just don’t get it do you? Then. Now. And forever bitch.”

The Buck’s father stood there with a shocked expression on his face not knowing what to say. He began to quickly make his way over to his boys to tell them what had just taken place. “I gotta get this to the boys fast. Man, ah, I can’t believe this, what’s going on,” He walked through the door then said, “Matt, Nick. You guys gotta check this out man.”

“What’s up?” Nick asked.

“I got the final C and D,” he said showing them the paper in his hands, “The stooge isn’t dead man. I’m sick of this crap. We’re gonna get lawyered up, we’re gonna call the police, we’re gonna set up a meeting together, and we’re gonna settle this thing once and for all man. I’m tired of this guy pushing us around. I’m sick of it man. I’m gonna put my foot down and get this thing going. Alright guys? Let’s do this now man. I’m gonna get on the phone right now. Heys guys?”

Matt and Nick both stared off into a distance. They began to reminisce about their childhood, their wrestling careers from the Indies, TNA, ROH, NJPW and the days in Bullet Club. Their father still going on and on about what they needed to do. “I’m a true warrior and I’m going to fight this man. I’m gonna get on social media, twitter, facebook-”

“Stop, stop dad” Matt tried to cut off his father.

“I’m gonna fight this aggressively!” Their father continued.

“Alright dad, alright dad. Stop, stop dad! That’s enough! That’s enough!” Matt shouted at his father, “I can’t believe I’m just thinking about this. I can’t believe that this is finally all coming to me. Who are we kidding Nick? We’re just two men, they’re a global billion dollar company. We’ve been looking at this the whole wrong way. It’s been a fight we could never win, it’s been a battle we could never win. It’s been a WAR we could never win! Who were we kidding? But all along, our entire careers, we haven’t needed these silly catchphrases. Or stupid hand gestures.”

“Yeah you’re right,” Nick agreed with his brother.

“This entire time, we’ve been the best tag team in the world without any of those things,” Matt continued.

Nick slightly smacked Matt on the chest before asking, “You know what I’m thinking right?”

“Mhm, I’m thinking the same thing,” Matt answered.

“Let’s do it,” they both said while nodding at each other before walking away.

“Well let’s do it,” Matt said as they both picked up a box full of items that contained their “Too Sweet” ring tights, photos of them holding up the “Too Sweet” and a bunch of other “Too Sweet” items.

“Let’s do it,” Nick agreed.

Both of the Bucks stood outside the house as they threw the box of items in the fire pit. Nick lit a match and threw it onto the items. They both stared at the items for a little bit before they became engulfed in flames.

“One last thing to burn,” Nick said to his brother, who was holding the final Cease and Desist letter. Matt let out a little laugh while he held up the paper. “Toss it,” Nick said while motioning to the fire.

“Get rid of this thing, will ya?” Matt asked holding the paper up higher revealing a message on the back of it saying “Final Battle 2018.”

“Toss it in,” Nick repeated.

Matt quickly crumbled up the paper and threw it into the fire. He turned to his brother, “Let’s get out of here. TGIF on me.” Nick nodded and followed his brother out of the side yard. For the first time ever, the brothers weren’t really sure what to do next. When they threw the box of “Too Sweet” items in the fire, it didn’t just burn the items, it burned down the last 4 years of their career. The WWE had taken everything that they possibly could away from them. Not only from them, but most importantly, the Bullet Club. They knew that once Kenny found out everything that had just taken place, he would not be happy and he would definitely not want to go down without a fight.

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[spine-buster]

Out of the Ordinary - Will Ospreay

I was driving to work one day and heard that Selena Gomez song “It Ain’t Me” on the radio and…well…this scene formed in my head.  Every time I hear that song this scene plays over and over.  I haven’t even watched a Will Ospreay match; I think I’ve seen one clip of an interview he did with Rob Naylor.  I think I have a problem.  My brain works in mysterious ways.

2500+ words.  Serious angst with a dash of fluff at the end.

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     When anybody was asked to describe you, the first word they said was pragmatic.  You always thought logically and sensibly, and on more than one occasion you were told you were mature well beyond your years, which you took as a compliment but some saw as a detriment.  Your fellow wrestlers had a strong love/hate relationship with you because of your personality.      Two wrestlers that loved your personality, or at least appreciated it, were your friends Zack Sabre Jr. and Marty Scurll.  Zack, who was a lot like you, took a liking to you early on; Marty took a while to warm up to you, but now that he had, you couldn’t get rid of him.  He routinely expressed to you that you were one of his favourite people.  You didn’t know if that was a good or a bad thing, but you leaned towards good.      Zack, in particular, stuck with you throughout the only time in your life where you didn’t think logically and sensibly, and he was right beside you (now with Marty) when you got out of it.  Three years ago, you began dating Will Ospreay against your better judgement.  You were a newbie, and he was cute, and he kissed you one night at a bar and said the sweetest things to you.  But you were both young, and traveling the word for wrestling, and though you got booked on a lot of the same shows and were together often, it just couldn’t work.  It didn’t work.  

     Just over a year into the relationship, you used that same judgement to end things.  It was hard, but it needed to be done, especially before he could really hurt you.  It hurt you in ways you never revealed to anyone – not Zack, not Marty, nobody.  Barely four weeks later, he was with another girl – a fellow wrestler on the circuit named Maddie.  You convinced everybody it didn’t bother you, and you even worked a few matches against her, always remaining professional.  You wondered if she knew the extent of yours and Will’s relationship.        Touring Europe now, you found yourself in a locker room with Zack and Marty, giving them your thoughts on spots they wanted to do for their match.  Many wrestlers were around – half of which you knew – and Will and Maddie were booked for the show too.  They hadn’t arrived yet, but you were expecting them at any hour.        “You wanna do those rolling Romero specials?” Marty asked Zack.      Hearing the move made alarm bells go off in your brain.  “Don’t,” you interjected quickly.  “I’m doing them in my match.  You can’t do the same spot too.”      “Fine,” Marty nodded his head.  “What other way can I bend your body like a pretzel, Zack?”      “You working against Maddie tonight?” Zack asked you, completely ignoring Marty’s question.      You shook your head.  “I’m working Sadie,” you revealed.  “That’s why we’ve already got the match called.  God forbid Will and Maddie show up on time so we can plan a match beforehand.”      Zack snorted at your comment, knowing Will’s penchant for being late.  Marty huffed out a laugh.  “Are they in a mixed tag tonight?” he asked.  You nodded you head.  “Well then, maybe you could go out there and teach her a few pointers,” Marty commented.      Zack laughed out loud but you could only smirk.  “Be nice, Marty.”      “I am being nice.  A month ago she almost dropped Sadie on her head.”      “She’s still learning,” you said.  “We’re all still learning.  Will’s getting her to practice more aerial stuff like him, so she might be neglecting a bit of the fundamentals.”      “He’s training her and responsible for making her forget the fundamentals?  I should punch him in the face.”      “Marty!” you chastised him.  By this point, Zack was just looking back and forth between the two of you.        “Whatever, he deserves a punch in the face after what he’s been saying,” Marty mumbled.      You saw Zack’s eyes bulge out of their sockets quickly at Marty.  Marty, seeing his reaction, shrugged his shoulders quickly and looked away.  “Why?  What’s he been saying?” you asked.      The boys looked at each other silently, not answering your question.  That was the only clue you needed.  The atmosphere of the room completely changed at this point.  “What has he been saying?” you asked again, slowly.  Still nothing.  “One of you better speak or I’m going to assume the worst.”      “It’s nothing, love,” Zack prefaced.      “It’s bullshit is what it is,” Marty mumbled again.      “What’s going on?” you demanded of your friends.        “You know how Will is…he runs his mouth a lot…and well, he said…he’s been saying, in a couple of locker rooms, really, that you still aren’t over him, which is why you’re still alone, but that you’re also desperate to get married, which is quote unquote pathetic,” Zack revealed.      The hairs on the back of your neck stood up.  You felt like your body was on fire.  “He said what?”      “I told you love, it’s bullshit,” Zack said.  “Nobody believes him, especially the ones that know you.”      “But he still says it,” you said as more of a statement than a question.      “Well…yes.  But I cannot stress this enough…nobody believes him,” Zack repeated.      You looked toward Marty, who was biting his tongue in anger; God knows what kind of expletives he wanted to throw around.  He and Will were friends – they all were – but Marty was quick to call people on their bullshit.  You wondered if he had already said anything to Will.  “What a fucking asshole,” you said, shaking your head.  “He can fuck right off.”      “Don’t do anything stupid,” Zack warned.      You looked at him like he was crazy.  “Me?  Do something stupid?  Do you forget who you’re talking to?” you asked sarcastically.  You were the pragmatic one, remember?  “If nobody believes him, he’s making a bigger ass out of himself than I could,” you said, shrugging it all off.      Zack smiled at your response, knowing he didn’t have to worry about you.  “Good thinking.”      The thing was…when it came to Will, you were stupid. - - -       When Sadie told you Will and Maddie had arrived, you knew it was go time. Your blood had been boiling since Zack and Marty told you about the things Will was saying.  You had managed to keep it cool, but now that you knew that he was here, in the building, you felt like you were about to blow.        You left the women’s locker room, under no suspicion from Sadie, and walked down the hall to the men’s, where you saw the door was slightly ajar.  A bunch of voices could be heard, but that didn’t cloud your train of thought at all – you knew exactly what you were going to do, and exactly what you were going to say.      You opened the door slowly, just enough to see one of your fellow wrestlers lacing up his boots beside the door.  “Hey,” he greeted you.  “Who you looking for?”      You ignored him, opening the door fully until you spotted him, directly across from you, his arm up on the coat hooks, leaning against them as he talked to Maddie.  Of course she was still in the men’s locker room, only stooping to join the female’s room until the last minute.  God forbid she wasn’t attached at Will’s hip every moment of the day.      You darted towards him, ignoring the stares of everyone around you.  Will turned his head towards you at the last possible second, taking his arm off the coat hooks.  The last thing you noticed was the confused look on his face.      “What the fuck is wrong with you?!” you screamed, shoving Will with such force that he actually stumbled back onto the bench seating.  “What the fuck is your problem?!”      “What the fuck are you talking about?” he asked, standing back up.  By this point the room had gone silent, all eyes on you and Will.  Out of the corner of your eye, you saw Marty hold back another wrestler from intervening.        Maddie looked at you like you had just ripped the head off her favourite doll.  “What’s your problem with my boyf --”      “Maddie, unless you want me to spill my ammo on you too, I suggest you stay the fuck out of this ‘cause it has nothing to do with you,” you warned with such venom in your voice you almost scared yourself.  She was just as shocked, her mouth closing as she stayed silent.      You brought your attention back to Will.  His brows were furrowed by now, and you could tell he was angry at the way you were speaking to his girlfriend, but it seemed like he was too scared to say anything.  “How dare you talk behind my back to our colleagues.  How fucking dare you.”      “I don’t know what you’re talking about,” he denied it, like you knew he would.      “Oh, so now you’re going to deny talking shit about me?  Really?” you demanded.  “Telling everybody I’m not over you?  That I’m sad and alone and desperate to get married?” you listed the things he’d said.  “How am I the desperate one when you were the one to propose after only six months and I said no?!”      And there it was.  Everyone’s jaws hit the floor in complete shock at what you had just said – everyone except for Will, of course, who was seething.  Nobody, nobody knew he had proposed; not Zack, not Marty, not even his or your parents.  You hadn’t let anyone on about it; it was a secret between the two of you, and it was supposed to stay that way.  And now, it was out in the open.        “Who was the one waiting up for you when you’d go out and party with your bros, huh?” you kept demanding of him.  “Who would go out and get you Gatorade and Advil for your hangovers?  Who was the one who actually let you go out instead of keeping you on a leash?” you made a slight jab at Maddie.  You couldn’t hold anything back at this point.  “And just last week, who was the first person you fucking called that came to pick you up when you were drunk out of your mind wandering the streets of Hamburg since you couldn’t find the hotel?”      He didn’t bother answering you.  He knew, you knew, everyone in the room knew the answer to those questions.  His eyebrows were still furrowed as you huffed and puffed, the anger in you not subsiding any time soon.  There was so much you could say to him – so much you thought about saying to him for two years.  You didn’t know how or when you were going to stop.      “And another thing – it’s one thing to talk to other girls while we’re still together, hanging by a thread,” you began, pointing to Maddie, “but it’s another thing to get with them less than a month after a break-up.  You think I didn’t know?  I fucking knew.  You were a scumbag then and you’re a scumbag now.”  You looked over to Maddie, surprisingly not feeling an inch of remorse.  “Congratulations, sweetie, but a word of warning – the way you get ‘em is the same way you lose ‘em.”      Will clenched his jaw.  Only now had the eerie silence of the room, despite it being full of men, get to you.  You didn’t even know how long you had been standing there, giving your verbal beat down, but you figured now was as good as ever to end it.  “You can fuck off, William Ospreay.  If I ever find out you’ve even looked in my general direction or muttered my name to anyone else I’ll chop off your balls and feed them to you for breakfast.”      With that, you turned on your heels and walked out of the room, every pair of eyes on you.   - - -       The show went on.   Your match went well, and the crowd was very into it.  You went over Sadie, but that only meant she’d go over you in the next show.  You were good friends so you didn’t mind.  She’d heard about your outburst in the men’s locker room and high-fived you for it, telling you that you should have done it sooner.      Will and Maddie finished their match and left early, apparently not wanting to run into you again.  They were staying at a different hotel than you, lucky for them.  You didn’t want to see them either, so you were glad they took the initiative to get the fuck out of dodge.      After changing out of your ring gear and into a pair of black leggings and an oversized sweater, you heard a knock on the dressing room door.  You looked behind you to see who it was.  Without bothering to wait for a response, whoever was on the other side pushed the door open slowly.  Marty revealed himself soon enough.        “Hey.”      “Hi Marty.”      “You almost ready?”      “Yeah, just packing in my shoes,” you said, turning back to finish.      He took the initiative to step inside of the room, closing the door about half way.  He watched you for a few moments, stuffing your shoes into your luggage and zipping it back up before crossing his arms against his chest.  “You okay?”      “I’m fine.  Gonna need a bigger suitcase soon,” you commented.       He watched you for a few more seconds.  “Listen…what happened earlier…”      You spun around to look him in the eye.  “I’m going to hear it from Zack when we get back to the hotel.  I don’t need to hear it from you too.”      “You’re not going to hear it from me,” he said.  “I just…I thought it was very… honourable of you.  I thought it was the right thing to do, to be perfectly honest, and that he had it coming.”      Well, those were words you didn’t expect to hear from him.  “Is this some sort of reverse psychology thing?”      Marty chuckled slightly.  “No, I actually think that, darling,” he said.        “Well, thanks,” you said, turning back quickly to lift your luggage off the bench and extend the handle.  You knew you could always count on him.      “Listen,” you heard his voice again as you faced away from him.  “I was thinking… once we get back to the hotel I could, you know, buy you a drink…you know, since uh, you probably obviously need it,” he stumbled through the sentence.        Still facing away from him, your eyebrows rose.  Did he just say what you think he just said?  Was that subtext really there?  Oh, Marty.  Marty Marty Marty.      You spun around to see him looking at you, desperate for an answer.  You would never reveal to him how anxious he truly looked.  “Come here,” you said.      “What?”      “Marty, just come here,” you repeated.      He followed your command, approaching you and standing inches apart from you.  “You’re going to go through an entire night of buying me drink after drink, and maybe even food, just for an opportunity to maybe kiss me at the end of the night?”      Marty huffed out a laugh, bringing his arm up to scratch the back of his neck.  “Well when you put it like that…yes.”      “Can I save you the time and the money and just kiss you now?”      You were pragmatic, after all.