#will ospreay x you

[coleskingdom]

Want Me To Prove It

Will Ospreay x F Reader

Minors DNI NSFW

@midwestmade29 @madhatterbri

The tension between Will and I could be cut with a knife, the cat and mouse game had been fun, but I had made one snide remark and now I regretted ever saying it. The two of us had toyed with each other for weeks, the innuendos, then he had held a candy bar out of my reach, and the words that now haunted me when I said “ I don’t beg” his eyes flashed at the words, and a new game had begun.

“What do you mean we are sharing a room?” As he handed me a room key. “Why are you so nervous?” as he took my bag off my shoulder grazing my my arm as he did leading us towards the elevator. “ I’m not nervous just irritated, I don’t like sharing “ he stood behind me as he leaned in “Good neither do I” his low whisper felt on my neck I involuntarily shivered at his words.

I walked towards the room using the key to let us in. “ One bed seriously Will it’s one thing for us to be in a room together, but the same bed.” my eyes on his, “You’ve been in my bed before love, are you afraid I’m going to be a bit of naughty boy.” his grin made me weak in the knees. “ You’re not wrong but we’d watch a movie and then I’d go back to my room.” putting my phone down. “ Yeah and what would you do when you’d get back to your room?” his eyes on me, “Sleep Will, I’d go to sleep.” frustration and irritation in my voice, if he’d only knew the things I did and thoughts I had about him. Looking at him now though he looked as if he was reading my mind. “Y/N it’s one night, I’m just giving you a hard time, I’ll be a proper gentleman. I’m just giving you shit. I’m sorry if I took it too far.” his voice softer. “You’re fine, it’s me, I’m stressed and it’s been a rough day. It’s not your fault, I’m going to shower and get ready for bed.” reaching for my bag. “You haven’t eaten all day, I’ll order food, go shower, by the time you’re done. Food will be here and we can watch whatever you want.” he was always looking after me, but to be fair I was always looking after him as well.

I took a long shower psyching myself up that I was perfectly capable of sleeping next to that perfect man without it being an issue. He’s my friend, if I’m honest he’s my person. I put on my shorts and my favorite T-shirt, my hair in a messy bun my stomach in knots.

I opened the door, and there he was shirtless, and in those damn gray sweatpants that left nothing to the imagination. He brought in the food, and set it on the table, turning he sees me staring at him. “See something you want?” leaving the food and walking towards me my back against the wall.

“ I bet I can make you beg” Will’s eyes scanning me, my focus on his lips, where he’s peeking his tongue out a little bit.

“I don’t beg” my voice portraying confidence my body doesn’t feel as he leans in his elbows enclosing me against the wall

“ Want me to prove it then” his words were my undoing as he leans into kiss me, his lips softer than I had imagined. He pulls back slightly to see if he’s misread the situation. I close the last inch parting our lips, teasing his tongue for a second before he seizes control, dominating the moment the way he always does.Tasting, sucking, nipping, devouring me. "You think I'll get right into it, don't you?" he humorously hums in my mouth. "Love.. I haven't even started yet. You've no idea what you're getting into with me. I'll make you beg for more even while you're coming undone.”He nudges my chin with his nose, hot lips latching onto the delicate skin of my throat, sucking, pecking, biting between words. My mind focuses on him, every sense starved for his words and touch..

“Will, please" my eyes find his, “Please what? Tell me and I’ll give you what you need.”his mouth on my neck still, “ I want you, I need you, I b….” His hands move so fast that I’m naked and on the bed with him over me my hands on the waist band of the sweatpants tugging them down , he manages to kick them the rest of the way off.

"What do you taste like?" he muses.The question isn't aimed at me. More like he's voicing his own thoughts, twirling his tongue over my pebbled nipple. He toys the other between his fingers, pinching, rolling, and driving me wild.

Satisfied with my hips arching off the mattress, pleading for more, he grips my thighs, pushes my legs back, then rests my ankles over his shoulders. The first tiny kiss to my mound forces the air from my lungs.

"You're trouble," I sigh. "Stop teasing." “Teasing is the best part, sweet girl”

Spreading me with his thumbs, he licks me slowly, bottom to top, dragging the flat of his tongue up and over my clit. And then he sucks. Hard. The move lights up my body and my thighs quiver in time with a surprised gasp.”You taste like mine." I grasp his hair, forcing him back down, and feel him smile against me.

"Greedy... needy... pretty little thing." He punctuates every word with a thorough lick, and then... the show begins.

"Oh my," I mewl, fisting his hair.

"Will.” He doesn't respond with words.Instead, he slides one finger inside, timing the thrusts with the flicks of his tongue. He doesn't let me come when the orgasm looms close by. He eases off, kissing and biting my inner thigh as his hands knead my hips. He does it again but this time “ Sweet girl look at me, tell me how much you want to come.” eyes. “ Will please let me come.”His head drops down, torturing my clit with his tongue. I'm so ready for the orgasm it's mere seconds before it hits. I'm vaguely aware I've clamped my thighs around his head, holding him hostage as he licks me through the release.

"I've got you, love."He's suddenly closer, higher, his arms flush to my sides. He kisses me as in one long, slow thrust almost has me coming again. He drives himself home, letting out a low growl that forces my body into high alert.

"Fuck," he breathes, pressing his lips to my forehead. "So wet. So tight... so fucking mine.”His movements are slow, caring,tender. So slow so thorough that I feel every inch of him. His grip on my waist is nothing short of possessive. His thrusts calculated to drive me crazy. His light eyes filled with emotion, the pace is not frantic or mindless. Like with everything he does it builds to the moment every nibbling, biting kiss, every time he sinks into me, every push meticulous...as I come hard, tears fall from my eyes as I understand everything so clearly. Not changing the pace one bit as he drives himself home over again. The weight of his big body pinning me to the mattress magnifies how erotic this feels. How close we are. I feel him come inside me, the groan the restraint, the little moan as he buries his head in the crook of my neck.

My arms wraparound him keeping him there, for this moment it all makes perfect sense. I’m afraid of what I’ll see when the moment is over. “Darling“as he turns his head into the side of my neck. “Yeah” my words not knowing what’s coming next. He rolls off of me , laying on his side, “ hey look at me, you don’t get to hide from me. If we need to talk let’s talk.” His hand brushing my cheek “ what if? “ I began “ What if what?” his tone gentle “ What if all of this just made perfect fucking sense, and I don’t know if I can go back to how we were before?” I hear him let out his breath as I close my eyes realizing the absolute truth and vulnerability in my words. “Darling please open your eyes. Look at me, I don’t want to go back.”

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Singin’ In The Rain

Summary: When Will overhears Don Callis harassing a beautiful woman, he can’t help but stop and help her. But when Callis hears Will call her love, it sets off a chain reaction no one could have anticipated.

Warnings: mob au, talk of violence, angst, threats, fighting, fluff, love at first sight ish?, they’re both smitten, this is not a slow burn

A/N: I’m super excited to share my first Will fic!!!! I hope you all love and enjoy. There will definitely be a part two, but fair warning, it’ll be slow to come out😂 thank you so much to @madhatterbri for helping me out, and getting me obsessed with Will😂💚 and @hotgirlgraps , hopefully this fuels your growing appreciation for Will😂🫶

Y/N pressed play on her playlist, and as Singin' in the Rain filled her cafe she let a comfortable smile rest on her lips.

She walked to the door to flip the open sign on, and couldn't help but laugh as she saw one of her regulars waiting.

She opened the door to greet the old man happily. "Good morning Mr.Emerson"

"Morning Y/N" he smiled back, walking in as she held the door for him.

Y/N bounced back to behind the counter. "Would you like the usual?"

"You know it" the old man nods.

She grabs a bag with two cinnamon rolls she had already packaged and holds them out to him. "Here's these to snack on while I make your tea"

He laughs and reaches into his pocket to retrieve his wallet.

"Mr.Emerson" Y/N chides playfully. "I tell you everyday, that is not necessary. You've been here almost everyday since I opened"

"I don't argue, do I?" He teases.

"No" Y/N laughs. "Because you put it in the tip jar instead"

"You deserve it hon" He replies, putting the bills into the yellow jar.

Y/N smiles, warmth filling her chest from the sweet man. "Well, thank you, Mr.Emerson. Your tea will be right out"

The man nods, and sits down in his usual cushioned seat by the window to people-watch.

Y/N hummed along to the music softly playing as she made his honey tea.

She poured it into a light green cup with a matching saucer before picking it up, and walking around the counter to bring it to him.

"Here you go" she smiles.

"Thank you" he smiles.

She nods before retreating to the counter. Mr.Emerson was always the best part of her day. He started coming as soon as it opened 3 years ago, and had come almost every single morning since.

She had formed relationships with many people from the community since opening, some sweet like Mr.Emerson.

And some are not quite as sweet.

And that rang true when she heard the bell ring, and looked up to see none other than Don Callis parade inside with Hobbs close behind him.

Y/N didn't mind Hobbs, she knew him before he had joined the Callis family and they got along well.

But she knew to steer clear of Callis, she had been told that by Taz Senerchia himself.

She had grown up next door to the Senerchias, and was very close with them.

Taz always made sure to look out for her, even sending men to watch over her when situations got tense.

Everyone knew her association with Taz, he made sure of it. As one of the most powerful mob leaders in the city, he wanted it known that no one should ever put their hands on Y/N or her store.

She was thankful for this, but it made it awkward when members of other mobs came in. Especially other leaders.

"Y/N, dear!" Callis greets, a deceptive smile on his face.

"Good morning" Y/N nods to him. "Mornin' Hobbs"

Hobbs nods and sends a small smile back to her.

She takes their orders, and silently starts making their drinks as Callis stares her down.

Y/N does her best to avoid any eye contact with him, and cringes when he speaks again.

"So Y/N, I heard Taz has been looking to make some expansions in his business"

"I wouldn't know anything about that" Y/N answers stiffly, but worry begins building in her gut.

She kneels down behind the counter like she has to grab something. But she instead quickly pulls her phone out of her apron pocket and sends Hook, Taz's son, a message that Callis is there asking questions.

Callis leans against the counter, watching her like a hawk as she stands back up. "Oh, come on now. We both know that's not true. They must have mentioned something over family dinner"

"I'm not involved with anything Taz has going on. You know that" Y/N insists through gritted teeth.

"I know you’d parents were-" Callis is cut off by the bell on the door ringing, and Y/N couldn't be more thankful.

She looked up, but froze when she saw who waltzed in.

"Ospreay" Callis practically growls at the smiling man.

"Hello" Will grins nonchalantly.

Y/N had never properly met Will. She'd seen him once or twice leaving Taz's after a meeting, or at a gala she accompanied Hook to so he didn't have to bother finding a date, but they'd never spoken.

"Why don't you boys just get your drinks and not bother the pretty lady?" Will asks charmingly, before sending a dazzling smile to Y/N. "Morning love"

"Good morning" she mumbles softly, heat rushing to her cheeks as she finishes up the drinks.

"Thank you, have a nice day" Y/N says. She hands them their coffees and Callis immediately stomps out.

Hobbs sends her a parting smile before following quickly behind.

"Sorry about all the fuss" Will apologizes with a sheepish smile.

But Y/N shakes her head. "No, thank you! I don't think they would have left me alone if it wasn't for you"

That makes Will grin, and puff his chest out a little with pride. "Always happy to help"

"Well" Y/N takes a deep breath, regrouping from the whirlwind of emotions that she just had. "Would you like some breakfast for your troubles?"

"It was no trouble at all" Will insists. "But some breakfast does sound quite nice. What would you suggest darling?"

Y/N blushes again, and Will can't stop the proud and goofy smile that grows on his face at seeing her cheeks turn pink.

"The um, the chai is my favorite. I make mine with oat milk. But the milk tea is another really good one. And there's a lot of different coffees if you're not a tea person" Y/N rambles.

"I'll take a chai love. And a slice of that banana bread too please, it looks amazing" Will orders.

"Coming right up" Y/N happily turns to start his order.

“Lovely song” Will notes after hearing her humming along.

Y/N grins at him over her shoulder. “It’s one of my favorites. The movie too. Singing in the rain is a classic”

“I haven’t seen it. Maybe we could watch it together sometime?”

But then the door busts open, and Will whips around. His friendly posture quickly changes to defensive and strong, but he relaxes when he sees Hook running in.

"Where are they?" Hook asks urgently, rushing behind the counter and over to Y/N.

"They're gone" Y/N immediately answers, placing her hands on his arms as he scans her for any injuries.

He cups her face with his hands and stares into her eyes. "They didn't touch you, did they? I'll kill them" he growls.

"No, I'm completely fine Tyler" Y/N comforts with a soft smile. She brushes some hair out of his eyes as she speaks. "They were just asking questions. And then Mr.Ospreay got them to leave"

"No need for Mr., darling" Will grins. "Just call me Will"

Hook's eyes snap over to Will, and his arms move to be wrapped around Y/N's waist. "Why are you here Ospreay? You starting stuff with Callis in her shop?" His eyes narrow dangerously.

Will raises his hands in surrender. "I didn't mean to cause anything Hook"

"I won't tolerate you bringing issues around her, and neither will my dad" Hook threatens, his grip on Y/N tightening defensively.

"I just saw them bothering her and wanted to help. That's all" Will assures.

"He didn't do anything Tyler, I promise" Y/N insists. "They wouldn't have left if it wasn't for him"

Hook looks down at her, and only to her would he let his hard eyes show a little worry. "But now they may think you're involved with him somehow. They could come around here more often to look for him. They have a personal vendetta against him"

Will wants to object, but he really couldn't. He hadn't thought about that before he interrupted. If Callis thinks he cares for Y/N, he wouldn't be above coming after her. He wouldn't hesitate. "I didn't mean to start any trouble, Hook, honestly. I didn't think about it like that"

"No, you didn't!" He snaps, letting Y/N go and circling the counter. "From what I hear you don't think through much! Callis will go after anyone he thinks is associated with you!"

"Tyler!" Y/N exclaims, making both men look over at her. "Stop causing a scene in my cafe!"

Hook huffs, before doing as told and taking a step back from Will. He crosses his arms and leans against the counter while glaring at Will.

"It was just one interaction" Y/N says. "We don't know that Callis will think anything of it. I'll be fine. I'm a big girl and can take care of myself"

Y/N woke up that night to a crash.

She jumped up and looked around as her basset hound, who was soundly asleep by her feet, growled.

"What is it, Charles?" She nervously asks, before fishing around in her bedside table's drawer for her taser that Taz had gifted her.

She walks out of her room with Charles trailing behind, and peaks around the corner to her living room.

She doesn't see a person, but there's a brick lying on the floor along with shattered class from her window that was now busted.

She approaches the brick, and her eyes widen when she sees a note wrapped around it.

She picks it up, and she can feel her heart practically beating out of her chest at the words.

Your little boyfriend will agree to our terms, or we will be back

Y/N paced back and forth as she stood in her cafe the next morning.

She was terrified that Callis would show up, and at first, she wasn't even going to open today and instead run right to Taz and tell him what happened.

But then she realized it would cause a war between the Senerchias and Callis, and she didn't want to put them through that just for her.

But on the other hand, she didn't know how she could keep this a secret from them.

As all the nerves screamed in her head, there was one person she had no doubt she needed to inform.

So here she was, glancing up anxiously every time someone walked by, hoping Will would show up so she could talk to him.

And at 11 o'clock he finally walked in with that same handsome smile. "Morning love!"

Y/N walked around the counter and practically ran over to him. "I need to talk to you"

"About?" Will asks slowly, watching her turn off the open sign.

"This" She pulls the note out of the pocket on her apron and shoves it into his chest before grabbing his hand and pulling him to the back.

He read the note as she led him up the stairs to her apartment, which was above the cafe.

He felt a cold chill run through his body at the words. He never intended to get her wrapped up in any of this, he simply wanted to flirt with a pretty woman. "I... I am so sorry"

"It's.." Y/N trails off, staring down at her carpet. "It's okay Will.."

"No, it isn't" he insists. "I never meant to put you in any danger"

"I'm used to being in danger" She answers softly.

Will just looks over at the broken window, his frown resembling a kicked puppy.

Y/N felt sadness forming in her chest at his face. "I know you didn't mean to cause any of this Will"

"I'll do whatever it takes to protect you" he pledges. "Anything it takes to keep you safe. Have you told Taz?"

Y/N shakes her head. "I almost did. But I don't want him to start a war with Callis over me. I thought you may know what I should do"

"I do" he nods. "The fewer people who know this the better. Callis must see you as the perfect target. He's been making moves into Taz's territory recently, and he hates me"

Y/N nods softly, as fear takes root throughout her body.

Will sees her stiffen, and her breathing starts picking up as the reality of this situation becomes clearer to her. "Hey, hey, hey, it'll be okay"

"Will it?" She breathes out. "What if he gets to me? I- I've heard what he's capable of. Wh-What he's done to people-"

"Listen to me love" Will coaxes her to sit down on the couch, and he kneels in front of her, placing his hands on her knees and looking her in the eye. "I am going to keep you safe. I caused this, and I'm going to fix it"

Y/N nods silently, looking at Will through the tears in her eyes.

"Why do you care what happens to me?" She asks after a moment. "You don't even know my name"

Will chuckles at that. "That is something we'll have to fix love. Because I'm gonna be around for a while. I wouldn't let anyone get hurt because of my big mouth"

Y/N giggles at that, making Will smile back at her. He was proud to have been able to make her laugh at that moment despite the circumstances.

"Y/N" she softly says. "My name is Y/N"

"Y/N" Will echoes. "That's a beautiful name love"

"Thank you" she replies bashfully.

"I, um" Y/N stumbles over her words as she stands up. "I should go check on Charles"

"Charles?" Will asks. He had just met Y/N, but the thought of her possibly being in a relationship made his stomach drop.

"Yeah, my dog" Y/N answers.

Will let out a breath at her explanation, and watched as she walked to her bedroom door and opened it.

A cute little basset hound came trotting out, ears dragging on the floor as he stared at Will.

Will smiled and kneeled down to hold out his hand. "Hey little guy"

But the dog's eyes narrow, and he lets out a bark before standing in front of Y/N defensively.

"Charles!" Y/N exclaims. She leans down to pick him up, and pets his head. "I'm sorry about that, he's usually very gentle"

"It's alright love" Will waves it off. "He's gotta protect his mama, don't you boy?"

"He wouldn't leave my side for the rest of the night" Y/N sighs. "He hasn't gotten much sleep at all"

"I'm sure he'll get some rest today" Will replies, a sympathetic look on his handsome face.

"Will.." Y/N sighs as she sets Charles down by her feet. "I have to tell Taz. He's like my father, I can't keep this from him"

Will is quiet for a moment, mulling over the circumstances in his head. He understood where she was coming from, and to be honest he didn't see a downside to telling Taz.

It was Hook he was worried about. Judging by his attitude in the cafe, it made him worried that Hook would try to confront Callis.

And admittedly, he was nervous about what Hook would do to him.

"I know it's a lot to consider" Y/N interrupts Will's thoughts. "But they're my family"

Will walks over to her and takes her hands in his before he nods. "I understand love"

Y/N froze for a moment, her heartbeat quickening as he cradled her hands like they were the most fragile thing.

"I've gotta head to the store to grab the stuff to fix your window. Call them over and explain. I'll be back soon" Will says.

"No, Will, I can get the window fixed" Y/N frowns, but her eyes widen as he places a finger against her lips.

Will wasn't one to freeze, but he couldn't deny he had when she stared up at him with curious doe eyes, his finger pressed against her lips. He couldn't help but imagine those lips against his own.

He shook his head quickly, regaining his train of thought. "This whole mess is my fault Y/N, I insist"

"O-Okay" She stutters out, cheeks bright pink as she stares up at him.

"Excuse me?"

Y/N stiffened as those words flew out of Hook's mouth.

She, Hook, and Taz were seated around her dining table, and she had just explained the situation to them.

She saw how tightly Hook was now gripping the fork in his hand, and she could feel his bouncing leg shaking the table.

Meanwhile, Taz was silent. Too silent.

She knew he was angry, she could tell by his tense jaw and clenched fists. She appreciated that he was trying to keep his cool, as he always did. It made her feel more grounded, like if Taz could be calm she could too. But Y/N wasn't oblivious to the fact that he was certainly upset under the surface.

"He didn't do it on purpose Ty" Y/N mumbles nervously. "He was just trying to get Callis to leave me alone"

"Why would he flirt with you like that right in front of Callis?!" Hook demands. "Why was he doing it at all for that matter?!"

"Tyler" Taz says his name sternly. "We are past that now. We have to focus on the situation at hand; which is how to keep Y/N safe"

"I know how" Hook fumes. "We get her as far away from Will as possible. Make it clear she has no connection with him at all"

"We don't know that Callis would believe it" Taz counters. "If Y/N is sent away it may look like Will is pulling out all the stops in order to protect her. It could just solidify his position"

"So we do nothing?!" Hook asks incredulously.

"I didn't say that" Taz immediately snaps, sending his son a warning look. "I would like to discuss how to go forward with Will"

"He'll be back soon" Y/N spoke up. "He went to get the stuff to fix my window"

Taz frowned at her red-tinted eyes; it was clear she was very scared, and he couldn't stand it. He promised her parents long ago that he would protect her. So he stood up, and Y/N followed him to the living room where they both sat on the couch.

"Hey, hon, look at me" Taz places his hand on her shoulder.

She does as told, and Taz gently smiles. "I'm gonna do whatever it takes to keep you safe, you understand me? Anything"

Y/N nodded and leaned over to hug his torso. "Thank you, Taz"

Taz smiled as her head rested against his chest, and rubbed up and down her back. "Of course hon. No one's gonna hurt you, not while we're around"

Hook nodded, and stood up to walk over to them. He sat in the space next to her and put his hand on her shoulder. "We'll do whatever it takes"

"You guys always make me feel safe" Y/N smiles sleepily.

Taz just smiles, and rocks her back and forth like he used to do when she was little.

She dozed off into a peaceful sleep, a soft smile stuck on her face.

But as soon as Taz was sure she was out minutes later, a hard look overtook his features. "We're gonna do whatever is necessary to make this problem go away"

Hook immediately nods. "Want me to reach out to Hobbs?"

"Absolutely" Taz answers. "I don't give a damn about Ospreay. I'll deliver his head to Callis on a platter if that's what it takes"

But what neither man realized was Charles had brushed against her foot. He had woken her up and she heard their words.

Y/N sat awkwardly in her orange beanbag, glancing every so often between the two Senerchia men and Will.

Taz and Hook were whispering to each other in the kitchen. And Charles was also curled up at Hook's feet, glaring at Will too.

Will was doing his best to ignore their nasty looks and focus on the broken window.

"Are you sure you don't want me to call someone to fix that Will? I don't want you getting hurt" Y/N said.

But Will just sends her a charming smile. "Don't worry about me love, I've got it covered. I'm rather good with my hands"

Hook's scoff could be heard from a mile away.

Will ignored Hook's clear disdain, instead reveling in the flustered and blushy look on Y/N's gorgeous face.

"Are we entirely sure Callis is actually wrong in his assumption about those two?" Taz mumbles to Hook with a chuckle.

But Hook just huffs and crosses his arms. "She's not getting involved with him, he's got way too many enemies"

Taz raises an eyebrow. "So do we son"

"But he's different" Hook whispers sharply. "He's so nonchalant about everything. He doesn't think things through. He's dangerous for her. And her dad never would have approved of this"

"On the contrary" Taz laughs. "Will reminds me of her father. And you sound like Y/N's mother's father when she got involved with him"

"Y/N's dad was very level-headed" Hook counters, remembering the man from his childhood.

"Once he settled down with Kimberly, sure" Taz laughs, reminiscing about his friends. "But Max was not always like that. When they first met it was actually because he was running from the cops. He ran into her parent's shop to hide, and she was the only one working at the time. She let him hide out there, against her better judgment as she always said. He wouldn't stop flirting with her until she said she'd give him to the cops herself if he didn't"

"That sounds like Aunt Kim" Hook smiles softly.

"She was always so strong" Taz sadly smiles. "They started sneaking around together, and before they knew it Kim got pregnant. He thought it was just a given they'd get married then, but she said no. She told him, if you're gonna be with me, there's gonna be some stability. She didn't want to raise a child in an environment where he was running from the cops or enemy gangs every day. He thought she wanted him to go legit, but she said no to that too. She was always so clear about what she wanted. Kim didn't want him to stop, it's what he loved. His father did it, and so did his. She just told him to be more cautious, and not pick a fight every time someone rubbed him the wrong way. And he agreed.

"I was the best man at their wedding, you know" Taz grins proudly.

"I know, you have the picture right on the mantle" Hook replies.

Then Y/N walks into the kitchen. "Hey guys, I'm gonna get started on dinner. Any requests?"

"I'm gonna head out hon" Taz answers, leaning down to hug her and kiss her on the forehead. "But Tyler's staying, and I'm sure he'll have an opinion"

Y/N laughs and leans up to kiss his cheek. "Okay, I'll see you soon Taz"

"Have a good night hon. And don't you worry about a thing, I'll handle this" he looks directly into her eyes as he speaks the comforting words.

Y/N nods up at him, but the dark twinge in his eyes does nothing to quell her nerves. She figured Taz must have a plan, and with what she overheard when he thought she was asleep, she had an idea of what it was.

Y/N watched him leave with a frown on her face, her mind running a hundred miles a minute as she thought about what plans Taz was cooking up. And furthermore, how they would affect Will.

She wasn't exactly sure why the thought of something happening to Will made her heart ache so much. She had just met the man, and in less than five minutes he managed to put her in danger. She should despise him.

But as Y/N glances back at the silly man trying to fix her window, guilt was eating her alive as she imagined what could be in store for him.

"Are you okay Y/N?" Hook asked as he waved his hand in front of her face to interrupt her staring.

Y/N blinked before looking up at him. "What is Taz planning on doing?"

Hook raised an eyebrow as he looked down at her. She never wanted to know about the details of their 'business'. "Don't worry about it Y/N, we've got everything covered"

"I just.." Y/N hesitated. What she was considering was wrong, and she shouldn't do it. But with one last glance over at Will, who was trying and failing to get Charles to let him pet him, she decided it had to be done. "I'm scared Tyler... I'm scared and I want to know that you guys have a plan to make this all go away"

Hook bit his lip as he weighed his options. Taz was clear when he told him the plans earlier while they were whispering back and forth; he said not to tell Y/N. But as she let out a sniffle, he wrapped his arms around her and pulled her into a hug.

She leaned her head against his chest as he whispered into her ear. "Dad is gonna offer to tell Callis where Will is, in exchange for him leaving you alone. If everything goes to plan, Callis will be here by the end of the night"

Y/N did her best to keep her breath steady as she listened. "Tyler, Callis is going to hurt Will. He only didn't do anything in the cafe because of all the people-"

"That's not our problem" Hook huffed. "Whatever Callis does to him is deserved, he should have never put you in this position"

"He was just-"

"This isn't a negotiation Y/N" Hook firmly stated, pulling back to meet her angry eyes. "Do you know what Callis would do to you if he thought you'd lead him to his revenge on Will?"

"I don't care" Y/N hissed, voice raising just enough for Will's eyes to flicker over to them. "It's not right for you to do this to him"

"Y/N-"

"Just leave me alone" Y/N crosses her arms and stomps off into her bedroom.

Both men watched as Charles ran after her, slipping into the room before she slammed the door.

But as soon as the door was closed she locked it and ran to the closet.

She yanked out her suitcase and threw it onto the bed.

Charles watched as Y/N opened it and started shoving her clothes haphazardly into it.

Anxiety was raging through her veins as she packed her things, unsure if this was the best thing to do.

It wasn't, not for herself anyway.

If she just let Taz go through with his plan she'd be safe in a measly couple of hours.

But the thought of sacrificing Will to achieve that was sickening to her.

He didn't do anything wrong, he was just a sweet man who wanted to protect her from Callis despite not even knowing her.

He could have just kept waking when he saw Callis harassing her, but he did what was right. Not what was best for himself.

And Y/N was determined to do the same for him in return.

So with one final deep breath, she zipped the last of her things in the suitcase and walked back out into the living room.

Hook was still in the kitchen, leaning against the counter and looking at his phone.

And Will appeared to be almost finished with repairing the window.

Y/N walked over to him and kneeled beside him. "Do you need any help?"

"No love, I'm almost-" he paused as she leaned close to him, seemingly to get a closer look at his progress.

But her face was right next to his, and he stared at her like a deer caught in the headlights.

He was snapped back to reality when she whispered in his ear. "Say you forgot something at the store and need to go get it"

"But I don't-"

"Shush! And do what I said" she whisper yells, a pointed look in her eyes. "He won't let you leave, he'll go instead"

"Why-"

"Just do it and stop asking questions" Y/N insists sternly, before standing up and walking into the kitchen.

"What would you like for dinner?" Y/N asks softly, looking at Hook with false remorse.

Hook just smiles sympathetically at her. "You're having a tough day, whatever will be easiest for you"

Y/N nods and smiles back. She leans over and pulls him into a hug. "I love you, Ty"

"I love you too" He replies.

"Hey, mate" Will finally speaks up, walking over to them. "I just realized I forgot to get sealer for the window. I'm gonna head to the store really quick and pick some up"

Hook's eyes widen slightly before he returns his face to stoic and sends a look over at Y/N.

She pretends to look nervous as he looks back over at Will.

"Why don't you stay here? Callis probably has his men out looking for you. I'll get it" Hook says.

Will nods. "I appreciate it"

Hook nods back, before looking down at Y/N. "If you need me, call"

"I will" she says, and watches as he walks out.

She trails after him, and looks through the peephole to make sure he's gone.

"What's going on love?" Will confusedly asks, staring as she then runs over to the window to see if Hook's car has pulled out.

"We have to leave. Now" Y/N stresses, running to the bedroom and grabbing her suitcase.

Will furrows his eyebrows, eyes wide as she rolls out her bag. "What are you talking about?"

"Taz has a plan" Y/N explains as she runs to the closet and pulls Charles' cage out. "He's planning on telling Callis you're here in exchange for him leaving me out of this. I don't think we have much time left, it's almost dark out. We have to go"

Will stood silent, watching as she coaxed Charles into the cage.

He couldn't understand why she was telling him this. Why she was willing to run away with him. If she went through with this, she'd be hiding from Callis for months, possibly years. And cutting herself off from everyone she knows and loves. Her business, which she was so clearly passionate about, and the Senerchias.

He was just some guy who showed up and brought world-shattering problems with him.

"Why are you telling me this?" Will mumbled. "Why do you care at all what happens to me?"

"Why do you care what happens to me?" Y/N counters.

"I brought this problem upon you, love" Will answers. "I did this; made the problem, brought it to your doorstep, and put you in danger. You should be happy to get rid of me. You're not thinking this through"

"Maybe not, but I've already told you now" Y/N says. "And you're going to run either way, and if I stay Callis will know I warned you-"

"No" Will cuts her off. "No, I won't run"

"What are you talking about?" Y/N raises to her feet.

Will takes a step towards her, a sad smile on his handsome face. "I won't run" he repeats gently. "I'll stay. I'll stay right here. Whatever plans Callis has awaiting me, that's fine. Because it means you'll be safe. I brought this upon myself and I have to deal with the consequences. I knew what would happen when I left him. And I knew it further when I started a rival group. I accepted the consequences when I chose this life. But you, you didn't. And you don't deserve to be in danger because I can't refrain from flirting with a beautiful girl"

Y/N couldn't help but let out a little laugh, and he did too as tears welled up in both their eyes.

"I know what's coming, love" Will says, placing his hand against her cheek and staring into her eyes. "And it's okay"

"I'm not worth this. Please don't do this Will” Y/N whimpers. "We can hide away together; run away together”

Will smiles. “I must be crazy to deny running away with you”

“Then don’t” Y/N whispers. “Don’t. And run away with me”

“You don’t even know me darling” Will cautions. “I’m not a good person, I’ve done some terrible things”

“So has everyone” Y/N replies.

“Is that right?” He teases. “What have you done?”

“I snuck out once to go to a party” Y/N dramatically proclaims.

“Scandalous” Will laughs. “But I fear you’ll find that my crimes are much more serious”

“Taz is like my father, and I know what he’s done” Y/N insists. “I may not know you yet, but I’ll learn. And if I ever change my mind, I’ll just have to run away for a second time”

“I’d never try to stop you” Will answers seriously.

“Then we have nothing to worry about” Y/N smiles. “Now let’s go, please! We’ve wasted enough time!”

Will stays in place as she runs to grab Charles’ food, shoving it into a backpack.

She runs around the room, grabbing a few last things such as pictures and a couple of things from the kitchen.

Will lets out a loud sigh. “You’re crazy love”

“No more than you are”

“Y/N!” Hook exclaims from outside, knocking loudly on her door.

He’d been outside for 5 minutes and had no response.

He finally has enough, and squares his shoulders before backing up and kicking in the door.

His eyes widen fearfully when he sees some important pictures missing from the walls.

He runs into the bedroom, and yanks open the closet to find many clothes are gone, as well as her suitcase.

As he realizes he doesn’t hear the pitter-patter of Charles’ little paws, he lets out a string of curses.

He never should have told Y/N the damn plan.

[midwestmade29]

S.O.S 🚿

When @coleskingdom informed me that Will used to work construction, I wrote this story. We came up with this AU version of him and I kinda love it 🤭 Word Count: 1.5k Divider by: Me 🙂 *GIF is not mine

Disclaimers: Cursing, unprotected sex. Read at your own discretion.

When your shower is on the fritz, Will attempts to fix it for you...

The guy that usually helps Will with his house calls was home sick today, so when you called and needed repair services, he came alone. Will and his partner had been your go to business to call on whenever you needed work done around your house.

Once he arrived, Will apologized for how long he predicted it would take to fix your shower since he was on his own today. The truth is you didn’t mind at all. The way his jeans hung off his hips and the way they hugged his backside just right, you could stare at him all day. You offered to help him, but he declined politely. He got to work on the repairs while you secretly pouted on the couch.

When you heard “fuckin hell!” come from the bathroom followed by the sound of spraying water, you immediately jumped up and ran to investigate!

“Everything alright in there?” You called from the doorway.

“My wrench! Please get me my wrench!” Will shouted while pressing his hands over the water spraying in his face.

When you entered the bathroom and saw what was going on, you gasped and darted for his toolbox. In between digging through the tools and sneaking peeks at the sexy man standing in your bathtub, you couldn’t help but laugh.

“So uhh, does this mean you’ll be giving me a discount?” You teased. 

“It’s nice that you’re having a laugh miss, but if you don’t get me that wrench, we’re going to need a boat to get out of here,” he quipped. 

Once you placed the wrench in his hand, he corrected his mistake and stopped the water flow. Will was completely soaked from head to toe, water droplets fell from his hair onto his cheeks. He cleared his throat when he caught you staring at his taught muscles through his shirt that was clinging to his body, bringing your attention back to the issue at hand. Your cheeks were flushed as you walked over to the linen closet and grabbed a few towels off the shelf. On your way back over to Will, you slipped on a wet spot on the floor and went down with a thud!

Will hopped over the edge of the tub and rushed over to you, slipping and sliding the entire way before losing his balance and falling on top of you.

“Fuck!” He yelled when his body crashed against yours. “I’m so sorry miss, are you okay?!”

You let out a small groan from the soreness you started to feel in your tailbone, the weight of Will’s body pressed you into the hard bathroom floor.

“I…I’m fine. Are you okay?” You asked with a wince.

Will didn’t respond to you right away, instead he peered down at you with his now darkened eyes, tracing the outline of your lips with them. You swallowed hard when you felt his arousal pressing against your thigh.

A few drops of water fell onto your face from Will’s hair, but you didn’t move to wipe them away. You were in a daze looking up at the handsome man hovering above you while reveling in the way his body felt on top of yours. When another droplet fell and landed near your mouth, Will wiped it away with his thumb, his touch still lingering long after he pulled his finger away.

“Oh, shit! I’m sorry miss, I’m getting you all wet,” he murmured.

Once his words registered in his brain, you could tell he was embarrassed. Your giggles filled the room at the irony in his apology, because little did he know just how wet he really was making you. He lifted himself up and sat back on his heels while extending his hand out to you, pulling you up to your knees once you took it.

Your damp clothes made you shiver causing Will to instinctively place his hands on your arms and rub them up and down to warm you. His touch ignited a fire deep within you, making you feel bold and ready to pounce.

“Do you have any other clients you need to attend to once you leave here?” your question came out as nothing more than a breathy whisper.

“No miss, I don’t. Why do you ask?” “Good,” was your answer before you crashed your lips against Will’s, nearly knocking him over when you lunged at him!

At first, he was hesitant to kiss you back, but once you parted his lips with your tongue, he happily granted you access. You were now straddling his lap as he sat back on the floor, his back leaning against the bathtub. You eagerly tugged at Will’s soaked t-shirt, pulling it up over his head and tossing it on the floor with a splat. You took your time admiring his toned chest and let your eyes wander down to his happy trail, licking your lips when you thought about what the little line of hair lead to.

“Like what you see?” He teased, pulling your body flush against his as he captured your lips once more.

The friction against your clit as you began grinding against Will felt amazing, but it wasn’t enough. You needed more.

“Come with me,” you suggested. “Let’s take this somewhere more comfortable,”

Will took your hand as you lead him out of the bathroom and made your way to your bedroom. The entire way down the hallway, neither of you could keep your hands off each other! Will pressed your body against the wall and pinned you there while he stripped you of everything but your panties. Your back arched off the wall when he took one of your nipples in his mouth, licking and sucking the pink circle. His teeth grazed the stiff peak when he released it and kissed his way over to the other side. Your hands ran through his blonde locks while you watched him smile against your chest.

“I quite fancy you, miss. Especially the way your body responds so well to me,” 

The jeans that once hung off Will’s hips were now in a pile right outside your bedroom door. Your chest bounced slightly when you laid down on the mattress, your eyes never leaving Will’s as he removed his boxers. He crawled onto the bed and hooked his fingers under the waistband of your panties, sliding them down your thighs to your ankles, and let out a chuckle when you kicked them off eagerly.

Your heart raced with anticipation for what was to come next when Will parted your legs and got comfortable in between them. He gave you a cheeky smile as he rubbed his hard length through your folds, positioning himself at your entrance and slowly inching inside of you.

The first few thrusts of Will’s hips were slow and gentle as he pushed and pulled himself in and out, allowing you to adjust to him. Every movement he made was purposeful and methodical as he worshiped your body, bringing both of you closer to the sweet ecstasy of your releases.

“Fuckin hell you feel incredible,” Will groaned against your neck. “So beautiful love. God you’re so beautiful,”

Both of you were completed intoxicated by one another as your bodies melded together as one.

“Will!” you cried out breathlessly. “Will I’m so close!” Your sudden declaration and the feeling of your walls tightening around him only encouraged him to press on and quicken his pace. “My name sounds so fuckin sweet falling from that pretty mouth of yours, love. Go on, say it again!” his request was brash and needy.

The way he looked at you made you want nothing more than to please him, so you happily obliged and moaned his name again and again. Your body surrendered to Will as the tip of his length brushed up against your sweet spot moments before he came too. You clung tightly to him while your legs shook, and he emptied himself inside of you. You remained intertwined together until he was steady enough to ease himself out of you. Once you were situated in his arms, he pulled the covers over the two of you and absentmindedly drug his fingers up and down your arm. 

Comfortable silence filled the room the longer you laid together and fought off sleep, but it was interrupted when Will asked softly, “Can I tell you a secret, miss?”

“Of course you can,” you replied with a smile. “My partner is the one that usually handles our plumbing calls. I’m not worth shit when it comes to those kinds of repairs, but I just had to see you today. I figured I’d tinker around with your shower and figure it out as I went along. You can see how well that went. You’re welcome for your new indoor swimming pool by the way,” he laughed.

After swatting his chest playfully, you nuzzled in closer to Will and let out a contented sigh, choosing to lay in bed for a little while longer before tackling your mess of a bathroom. 

[madhatterbri]

Family Time | W.O.

Summary: Hi I was wondering if you can write a Will Ospreay x reader where Will and reader are married and they have son or daughter who reader brings to AEW so Will and reader and can family time together?

Author's Note: Requested.

Tag List: @plentyoffandoms

Pure fiction. ❤️

"Oi! Where do you think you're going?" Will yelled down the hallway. You had looked away for half a second and off your son, Henry, went. He squealed loudly and giggled. His dirty blonde hair bounced on the top of his head as he tried to run fast. The little green track suit he wore matched his father. Will looked at you and smiled a big toothy grin. With a few big steps, he managed to scoop his son in his arms.

"Mother is going to have to put a leash on ya, eh?" He asked and kissed his son's cheek. The little boy squirmed in delight and reached for his mother. You took him in your arms.

"I told you he is quite the little scamp. Got it from his father," you winked. Will smiled and rubbed his hand over his son's head.

"Just wanted some time with my misses and the little Henry. Can't blame a man for trying," he defended and played with his son while you held him. Henry giggled and scrunched his neck to avoid his father from tickling him.

AEW happened to be in New York that night. Will begged you to come with him to America for some family time. He loved wrestling, but he loved his family more. You begrudgingly agreed, and now a 2 year old was running the two of you ragged.

Earlier in the day, Will showed off his son to anyone and everyone in the back. After the introductions, they practiced wrestling moves together in the ring. Henry loved pinning his father and other wrestlers who happened to want to play. After a brief nap back at the hotel, he hadn't stopped.

"Well, this misses is happy to be here. We should go find our seats," you smiled and kissed his lips. You wished him good luck. Your son hugged his dad as Will kissed the top of his head.

Henry was in awe at his first AEW event. You made sure to put headphones over his ears to avoid being scared from the fireworks and other loud noises. Once his father came out, he couldn't contain his excitement. He clapped his hands and smiled. His little legs kicked wildly as you held him.

Will walked up to the barrier and kissed you. He kissed his son's forehead and made it to the ring. He was cutting a promo for his match coming up against the American Dragon Bryan Danielson. The crowd seemed to enjoy the promo. His music played once again as he left to the back.

He grabbed Henry from you and placed him in front of him on the ramp. The father and son duo displayed his father's famous signature with their hands in the air. You smiled and took a picture of the two of them with your phone. Will grabbed his son and placed him on his shoulders. They disappeared in the back. Within a few minutes, you were escorted to the back. The sight melted your heart.

Will held Henry in his arms as he leaned against the wall. The poor boy fast asleep from the busy day. His tiny head rested on his dad's shoulder. The proud father rubbed his son's back.

"Thank you for doing this," he spoke and stared in your eyes. "I know it must be hard with him at home and now with him here,"

You smiled and kissed him softly. "I think we may be able to do this more often. Family time is so important,"

[glitchaxolol]

Y’know what pisses me off. We have this hot mfker named Kyle Fletcher and I can’t find a single full fanfic with JUST Kyle and Y/N. HOW DO YOU NOT LOOK AT THIS MAN AND BE LIKE “I LOVE HIM”!?

JUST LOOK AT THIS CUTIE

(And these other cuties called Skye and Will🫶)

[endeus]

[milesworld96]

At this point I just accepted the fact that I’m not funny or accurate with these shits and I’m just REALLY bored

[elitehoe]

Oh Swerve gave Will a little smooch happy last day of pride to them 🥰

[guevaraobsessed]

after seeing him wrestle live and in person, i can officially say that will ospreay is one of my favorite wrestlers of EVER. (and he’s super fine too)

looking forward to rampage in an hour just so i can watch the match back :,)

[coleskingdom]

Don’t Hesitate

Will Ospreay x F Reader

@midwestmade29

Will is battling with a decision heading into All In

NSFW Minors DNI

“You’re making me nervous” I watch Will pace the floor the same way he’s been doing for weeks. “ I know love but…” pausing and looking far off into nothing. “You know what you have to do. You need to make peace with it. “ his eyes turned cold looking at me. “You’re not the one doing it.” his voice low and challenging. “ I never said I was. Who beside me and your fam, is important to you? It’s Kyle, not protecting him is the same as not protecting me. You love him, and he needs you to defend him in this situation. Don will take Kyle’s soul if you don’t do this.” Standing to walk towards him “That’s not fair“ his voice almost pleading for me to stop. “I know I’m being unfair, but Max has chased you half way around the world to prove a point. I swear before you say anything about Danielson that’s not on you. The same way Ibushi wasn’t on you. The fact that Danielson has the main event should ease your conscience.Maybe I’ve made you soft.” Brushing past him as I went to the kitchen I felt his eyes on me.

“Have you forgotten who the fuck I am Darling” his voice hard with an edge. “No, but I think you have. I fucked the man who beat down Leon Slater over Maloneys betrayal, I gagged on the cock of the man who beat Kenny Omega, I was railed by the man who destroyed Oku in front of Amira. So no I haven’t forgotten who the fuck you are but I haven’t met him in a minute.”

He was on me with lighting speed, his hand tilting my chin up, looking at him his other hand deciding between my throat and somewhere much lower as my back touched the kitchen counter. “Say it to my face.” his voice a predatory growl. “ I know the sick little fuck, that you try to hide Will. But you forget that I know, and I remember how good it is when he comes out to play. How satisfying it is in when you don’t hesitate, you don’t think, you just act and prove you are the best in the world.” Grabbing his free hand and guiding him “ Like I said, don’t hesitate.” With that he kissed me hard and hungry, biting my lower lip till I tasted a small drop of blood before his tongue licked it away, he picked me up and sat me on the counter my hands finding his ass as my I pulled him closer. His lips nipped and kissed my jaw as he got to my ear “Darling girl, you’re going to follow my instructions, or you’re going to pay in the most delicious ways for the way you’ve talked to me “ his lips hit the spot just below my ear causing me to moan his name. “Arms up” I thought briefly about disobedience but I knew better I liked this version of him and knew not to take it further. “There’s my girls as he lifted the tank top over my head.” Lavishing attention on my bare breasts. His mouth sucked and nipped at my delicate flesh while the other kneaded and pulled , the contrast of sensations making me slick. My hands in his hair holding him there as the sounds that fell from my lips urged him on. I whimpered when he pulled away “You’ll take what I give you, and it’s always more than you deserve.” His hands rough on my hips as he yanked my shorts and underwear down in one motion grabbing a chair and sitting in front of me. He put my ankles over the back of the chair as he eyed me, “You’re already dripping for me, so slick and pretty.” Before moving in his eyes flashed mischievously “Eyes on me, and you can come when I tell you.” His mouth went directly to my swollen clit pulling it in his mouth, I gripped the counter “ oh fuck Will” trying to move closer to him. “Don’t you’re not going to move, you’re going to let me have my fun.” As he slid two fingers in to my core as his mouth went back to work, everytime i was on the edge he’d move slightly, change the speed or the pressure, or bite the inside of my thigh. “What is that you were saying about me hesitating”! his fingers stopped ,he blew on my clit his breaths nearly breaking me. “Will please” I whimpered, “Hesitation gives you time to think to be one move ahead.” His fingers twisting in me “Go ahead and come for me, I know how badly you need it.” His mouth on me again, as I screamed his name desperately, wave after wave of pleasure as he didn’t let up , wringing every drop from me.

He stood kicking the chair, and wiping his chin taking off his shirt in one swift motion , as my hands went to the button of his jeans. His hands guiding my wrists to wrap around his neck, “ I know, I know but as talented as your mouth is it’s not what I want” as he dropped his jeans. He picked me up wrapping my legs around his hips as my back hit the kitchen wall. The tip of him teasing me, before kissing me as he slid inside. “Darling, eyes on me only on me.” He started moving slow and deep, “You’re going to kill me like this” he said as I squeezed him. “Don’t hesitate” my eyes not leaving his, he picked up the pace fast hard strokes leaving me clinging to as I took everything he was giving me. I felt my next orgasm building swift as he continued to pound into me hitting the spot over and over again. “I know, fuck your taking me so well. Don’t hesitate, don’t wait” knowing what he meant I came again, as his thrusts became erratic. I felt him twitch and he thrusts deep inside two more times before cradling me against him as rouse of his cum hit the deepest part of me.

“Love, you’re right, I know what I have to do Sunday.” my hands running through his hair soothing him. “I know you do Will, just don’t hesitate.”

[deepdisireslonging]

A Good Handle on Things

The Reader turns heel, which turns on her boyfriend. Despite not having much time to explore the possibilities, the Reader makes the best of it.

Pairing: Will Ospreay x Reader

Warnings/Promises: public SMUT in a closet, subby!Will, handjob, oral (male receiving), quickie, implied further smut

Word Count: 1215

Note: Happy Easter! This Ospreay guy is starting to grow on me. I haven't thought much about writing for him. Let’s change that, shall we? Happy reading!

To the roar of the crowd, you happily left the arena. Things were going perfectly. Your new gear was a hit. And, more importantly, the crowd despised your heel turn. The cost was high, threatening your relationship with over half of the women’s division. Maybe with the heat, more people would become invested in what you ladies were up to, and Tony Khan would finally agree to more TV time.

You were as much of a success backstage as the crowd hated you out front. After receiving your congratulations for becoming AEW’s most hated woman, you practically skipped to your dressing room.

Where a tall drink of tea was leaning against your door.

“Well done, love. Couldn’t have stabbed my best friend in the back better myself.” Will wrapped your arms around his neck so he could bury his nose into your hair. “No hard feelin’s between us, right? I don’t think I’d survive being your next target.”

“Not that I can think of,” you said with a giggle. Then you leaned into his embrace. And pressed into something promising. “Will, honey. Is there something else hard between us?��

He looked up at the ceiling, innocent as a rotten rosebud. “Maybe-“ he dragged out. “And maybe… I think I like you best as a heel. It’s… it’s something, ta say the least.”

“To the least.” You bit your bottom lip, and started curling your fingers in the short hairs at the base of his neck. “I’m glad you like my new schtick. But, I hate to break it to you,” you reached past him and opened the door into your dressing room, “but we’ve got to hit the road.”

“But-“ He followed you in. Snagging your wrist, he pinned you to the inside of the door. “But I want to see this other side of you. I want to-“ he pressed his lips to your forehead, sliding your wrists over your head, “I want to explore your bad girl side.”

You rolled your eyes. “You’ll have to explore me later. We’ve got a bit of a drive, and then an early morning in just a few hours. Maybe tomorrow night?”

With a pout, he moved out of your space so you could change and toss the last of your things into your suitcase. On your way out, people kept stopping you to have you repeat bits of your promo. Will didn’t seem bothered by it. At least, not irked enough to tell people to buzz off. But he kept shifting his weight. Avoiding your gaze when you’d finish. His hand seemed twitchy when you took it. And he was limping.

“Are you okay?” You guided him and the luggage to one side so you could give him a once over out of the way of the pack-up crew. “Did you pull something in your match? Did the Doc look you over yet?”

He muttered short, flustered things to keep your hands off his ribs. But when he shifted his weight again, his grey sweatpants revealed the problem. “Really, it’s nothing. Nothing I can’t- can’t handle later.”

“Later? You can’t drive with… that.” You had to smile at his antics. It was sweet of him to not push his desire onto you when he was so obviously in need. You looked around. Until you spotted a doorknob. You dragged him towards it, gasping in delight when it turned under your grasp.

Will tried to resist. “But- you said- you said we have an early morning. And we- we could get locked in here.”

“Not the worst thing we’ve done. Besides, there’s always some of the guys that stay late. They’ll see our luggage and know we’re still nearby. Or they’ll call.” You held up your phone, activating the flashlight so that you had a little illumination. It was then that you could see how Will’s chest heaved. How his eyes drank you in. He ran a hand through his hair, mussing it more than before. “I haven’t touched you yet, and you already look like I’ve ravaged you,” you whispered. It was supposed to come out as a laugh, but your own breath was short. And your heart pounded in your ears.

Outside, the packing-up of the show drifted away. At any moment, surely, your phone would start ringing.

“We-“ you licked your lips. “We don’t have much time.”

You tugged at Will’s sweats and brazenly pulled his length into the open. He groaned loudly, making you reach up to slap your other hand over his mouth. He laid his palm over your knuckles, reaching back with his other hand to steady himself against the wall.

The Heel rose up inside you.

“You gonna be quiet for me?” you whispered. Gently giving him a twist, you leaned in to lick at the underside of his jaw. Will’s eyes rolled back and he moaned again. “Gonna be good for me?”

He nodded frantically, thrusting into your grasp.

How many times had he taken you like this? In his dressing room or yours, or in some empty hallway. Shoving his hand down your pants to curl his fingers into your desperate slick while the other one kept you quiet. Now you know why he did it so frequently. It made your breath stutter to see him shake with need. To feel his length pulse in your hand. In the bare gleam of your phone, his eyes fluttered as your tugging and twisting quickened. You pressed your thighs together, rubbing them for a bit of friction that would never be enough. You didn’t care. Will’s grip tightened over your hand on his mouth. His nails bit into your skin.

“Getting close, pretty boy?”

A broken whimper was his reply.

You maneuvered your grip until you could press Will’s hand over his mouth. “Being so good for me. Letting me boss you around. Keep it up. Just a bit longer.” With that, you sank to your knees.

Your lips had barely wrapped around his length before he was throwing his head back. His release filled your mouth, spilling out and dripping onto your shirt. Doing his best to follow your order, he pressed his hand hard over the sounds that tried to escape as he rode out the high.

When he was spent, you tucked him back into his pants. And you tugged at the bottom of his sweatshirt till he let you steal it.

“I’ll change into another shirt when we get the bags to the car.”

His eyes were wild as he tried to catch his breath. Running your fingers over his cheeks and forehead, his flushed skin told you everything you’d ever need to know about whether to try this again or not.

“But-“ he gasped, swallowing hard, “but you?”

“Don’t worry. I’ll get mine later.” You let wickedness overtake the gleam in your eye. “Maybe I can put on a show for you?” He grabbed your wrist, dragging you out of the hall cupboard. The bags tipped over, rolling and sliding across the concrete until he had all of their straps and handles under control. “Well, come on, then. I can’t leave my bad girl waiting. And for the record,” he kissed you hard, pinning you against a trellis, “you can boss me around any time.”

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Masterlist

Other hallway quickies:

Jealous - Smut with Elias

If We Get Caught - Smut with Jimmy Uso

Finish Me - Smut with MJF

Back Hallways - Smut with Roman Reigns

Our Princess - Bobby Fish x Reader x Kyle O’Reilly

[cowboywritersworld]

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

This is too much

General Masterlist | AEW Masterlist | Will Ospreay Masterlist

Characters: Will Ospreay, Reader, Don Callis

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

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

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

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

"Thank you."

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

[madhatterbri]

Safe | W.O.

Summary: Will's enemy takes something very precious to him. His enemy won't live to make that mistake again. This is based on Will being in the same time period as the Peaky Blinders. ❤️

Author's Note: Starting up an AU series. Let me know if there is someone you all have in mind. Of course, Hangman is gonna be in it.

Warnings: Torture, blood, death, cursing

Proceed with caution.

Pure fiction starring Will, Kenny, Sammy, and Konosuke.

Y/N looked out the window of her home. The village streets were quiet except for the few farm animals running around. The inhabitants of the small village were secured in their homes. They didn't want to be caught by the wrong sorts. People taken this time at night were usually found with their throats slit in the morning. Fortunately for her, she was waiting for the wrong sort.

Will Ospreay was coming to visit her from Essex. He made sure to visit during the weekends. A knock on the door alerted her of his possible arrival. She turned to look at the clock on the wall. He was a little early, but she didn't mind. More time with him was never frowned upon.

"Coming," she called happily. She rushed to the door and opened it. Two men in suits stood before her. A cigarette hung loosely on one of their lips. He took one last drag before flicking the cigarette to the ground.

"You Y/N L/N?" The man asked, cracking his knuckles. She wasn't sure how to answer the question. She had only met Will's men a few times. Surely, they would know who she was if they were looking for her.

"May I help you?" She asked deflecting the question with another question. The two men looked at each other with a smile before rushing into her home. She screamed in fear. "What is this about?"

"You coming with us, little lady," one of the men grabbed her arms, placing them behind her back. She struggled to try to slip out of their hold. "Be a good girl and hold still,"

Y/N thrashed around, trying to push them off of her. The man in front of her was close to her head. She headbutted his nose, causing it to break on impact. Blood gushed out of the broken nose. His nose began to swell immediately as a bruise formed. He let out a series of curses while the man holding her arms laughed.

"Wrong move, bitch," the man with the broken nose growled. He punched Isabelle in the stomach causing her to double over in pain. The man's fingers snaked through her hair and pulled her back up. She yelped in pain as she stared into his eyes.

"We were going to play fair, little wench. Good night," he smiled. The man brought his other hand back and struck the right side of her face. Her body went limp as she lost consciousness.

Y/N started moving her head slowly. The world felt as if it was spinning around her. Throbbing pain from her head reminded her of her situation. She opened her eyes to see darkness. The rough fabric of a sack blinded her vision. The captured remained quiet, trying to listen for any sounds. Men were talking around her, but none of them sounded like Will. She wasn't sure if they knew that she woke up. The talking suddenly ceased. The rough sack was removed from her head, allowing her to see.

Her left eye scanned the occupants of the dimly lit room. Her right eye was swollen shut. No doubt a parting gift from the man she headbutted earlier. Three men stood around a table whispering. They were dressed in suits with long coats. They could easily pass as Will's men. Fear coursed through her veins. She turned her head and noticed the table of knives around them.

"Who are you? Why am I here?" She asked slowly still trying to get accustomed to her surroundings. The two men from before stood at either side of her. Their hands were placed roughly on her shoulders.

"We hear you got friends, miss. Friends that a lady like you shouldn't be havin'," the leader smiled and grabbed her chin roughly. Y/N studied his face. A beard and mustache covered a good portion of his face. The skin that could be seen was covered in scars and fresh cuts. Will talked about him before. His name was Kenny Omega, and he didn't mind roughing up men, women, or children to get information.

"I haven't got any idea what you are on about. I am a girl from the village," she gulped.

"The pretty ones always play dumb. They don't stay dumb for long when I show them my friends," he sighed and motioned his head towards the table. Kenny let go of her chin roughly. Different instruments started to click together as he moved them. He hummed to himself while looking through the contents that lay on the table. Y/N tried to move, but the men on her sides held her steady.

"I don't know nothing," she attempted to resist the men holding her. Their grip on her shoulders intensified.

"Last chance little girl. Bruises go away, but these are forever. You will find that life isn't as kind to the deformed," he pointed at the different scars across his face. He grabbed a knife. No doubt this utensil was used before in previous attacks. He smiled at the knife upon seeing his reflection. "This will do,"

He walked over to her and placed the knife against her cheek. The sharp tip cut into her skin, causing drops of blood to fall. She screamed in pain.

"What do you want to know?"

"Tell me about Will Ospreay," he answered. "And no lying,"

"We grew up together,"

"Is that all?" He asked with a smirk. "Why does he come to the village to see you?"

"He is just visiting me,"

"Wrong answer," he sighed. "And you were doing so well."

Kenny motioned to the man next to her. She could feel the man smiling next to her. Her arm was grabbed roughly and positioned on display for the madman. The knife was placed firmly against her arm. A series of pleas for him to stop echoed throughout the room. He dug the blade into her skin before sliding the knife across her arm. She screamed in pain again. Blood started rolling down her arm.

"This is one of the many perks about this job. I can smell lying," he smiled, licking the blood from the blade. Y/N attempted to resist their hold again to no avail.

"We are... lovers," she gulped as tears poured down her cheeks. Doubts of seeing him again started to toy her mind. He warned her about the life she was getting into by being with him. The money and jewelry came with a price, and she was currently paying for it.

"I know, little one. Another perk is paying people to give me the information I want. Your dear little friends were more than willing to give me the information I needed for a few mere pounds," he stared at her eyes. "I left a note in your house on where to find you. He has two options: let his whore die or risk himself to save her. I think we both know which he will choose,"

Y/N was slipping in and out of consciousness. Every time she passed out, they splashed her with water to keep her awake. Her body felt battered and bruised. She could feel hope in Will rescuing her, starting to fade away.

"Please let me go. I have told you everything I know. I won't tell a soul what happened here," she begged once more for her release.

"Oh, I know, little one," he motioned for the men to grab her head. A man grabbed her hair and pulled back. She yelped from the sudden movement. The two men worked together to keep her mouth open. "Unfortunately, you won't be speaking again. Maybe we will even add a little smile. Whores are so much prettier when they smile," The knife came closer to her mouth.

"Step away from her, bruv!" A loud yell sounded throughout the room, followed by a gunshot. One of Kenny's men fell to the ground, dead from a gunshot to the chest. Konosuke stood at the door. His dark hair is wild to signal that he has been in a fight. Bruises and cuts cluttered his face. He wore a suit and long coat.

"A one-man army," Kenny chuckled and placed a cigarette on his lips. He lit the cigarette and took a puff. "And not even the right soldier,"

"Wrong, Omega," Will spoke from behind him. He took off his cap and slapped Kenny in the face with it. Sharp razors tucked inside the cap sliced open his face. He grabbed his face and fell to the floor, screaming in pain. The other man holding her started to run from the scene. Sammy Guevara appeared and shot the man attempting to escale. The dead man fell to the ground with a thud. Will balled up his fists and punched Kenny until he was no longer moving.

"Let's get you out of here," Will stated and turned his head to look at her. His clothes were bloody from a mixture of his blood and those of his enemies. He kissed her softly as she started to sob. "You are safe now. I've got you,"

[delilahcalicocat]

Hey Delilah can you do a part 2 to Hook x plus size reader's Give it back story?

Before an AEW live event, reader tries to sneak into Tyler's sports bag and steal her hoodie without him knowing but he catches her. And she tries to bring up the fact that it's too big on him but Tyler isn't have any of it

Fluff ending pleeez

A/n: sure, sorry I didn't see this earlier lol. My phone was dead. And I was writing a little smut drabble before just deleting it all

{Ok...}

{Rating: 16+ Genre: Fluff}

{Warnings: Swearing.}

{Pairing: HOOK x PS!Fem!Reader}

Again. He did it again. Tyler stole your hoodie. And you needed it for the rain that was going to happen later that night.

You were alone for once in his locker room, so you went to take your hoodie out of his bag. Hoping he wouldn't notice that you'd taken it back.

Tyler cut his conversation with Will Ospreay short and walked into his locker room, spotting you in his bag. With the Hoodie in hand.

"Put it down Y/N." He said

"Tyler. It's too big for you. If ye walk out to the ring like this, your father'll think your a monster or something." You tried to argue

"I don't care. I like the hoodie. It's comfortable. It's fucking breathable for God sakes. I love it." Hook said

"Please Tyler. It's gonna fucking rain later. I don't wanna get soaked in rain." You pleaded

"Nope. Not having it." He spoke

"Ugh. Fine... you can wear it again. But after I wash it. Your getting the Grey one." You settled the deal

"Ok sounds good to me." Hook said

"Good. Now go kick some ass" You said

Hook did just so, he put up a good fight against his opponent. He understood the assignment, he knew you were most likely watching in the back. Since you never really liked going out in the crowd, because of all the people who called you awful things.

He hoped, no he fucking prayed you were watching him fight against Roderick Strong. He wanted to succeed infront of his girlfriend. He wanted to beat Roderick's ass to a pulp. He locked in the redrum soon enough. And Roderick was forced to tap out.

Hook hurried backstage after that match, buried in the safety of your hoodie. A smile permanent on his face.

You both then sat and snuggled while you waited for the show to end.

[daddyhausen]

commission 3/4 for @coleskingdom

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his tired eyes roamed the bustling london streets, still so full during the midnight hours, drunks getting their fill of cheap irish whiskey, slumped against desolate brick and rusted metal of a war torn city, steam and smoke billowing around their almost lifeless bodies from the factories and mills of the surrounding streets. whores nestled in alleyways, presenting themselves on street corners, naked, flaunting their bodies for him and his men, hoping they’d throw a couple of pounds their way for a good night’s fun. one whore in particular almost threw herself atop of his larger lackey, davis, running a manicured finger down the opening of his shirt, tracing shapes into the dirty blond almost light brunette tufts chest hair, beckoning him to bed her. he refuted by grabbing the back of her head, his large palm caressing the blonde, boyish bob of her scalp as he pulled her in for a sloppy, half-drunken kiss before stumbling to catch up to his other members.

the piss coloured lighting from residentials, reflecting a murky green in will’s natural gunmetal blues, would flicker off in haste. the silhouettes of mothers frantically rushing to put their children to bed, husband’s standing idle at the window, just barely peeking behind the sheer curtains, eying him down with a weary glare. after the war, one thing remained certain, he was still the most feared man this side of the thames. eyes would watch him cautiously, fearful and uncertain of his next move, a simple glance from him would send children scurrying back to their mother’s arms, and grown men to divert their attention to their shoes.

will straighten his cap, shielding his eyes from any onlookers, tightening his coat around the toned build of his figure, more for anonymity rather than comfort. the moon casted a heavy shadow upon him and his lackeys, them looking more like apparitions of evil over human beings. davis and kyle trailing behind in a joyous saunter, in a conversation amongst themselves. will remained silent, taking in the dull drone of the london cityscape he’d oddly missed so much while away. it was no serine french countryside, lined with vineyards and lush greenery he’d see in glimpses between fighting in bloodsoaked trenches. but there was comfort to it. it was home. the war changed will something fierce, he’s always been one so stoic, calloused, outright ruthless, but the things he’d seen, men torn limb from limb, their bodies blown from the trenches in chunks of meat and blood spray, bone and viscera. painful cries parted their lips, agonised screams ripped their vocal chords. grown men, respected soldiers desperately clinging to overworked nurses, cowering into these women, calling out to them as if they were their own mothers. he could still hear said screams at night, the pounding against the walls, although just in his mind sounded startlingly realistic, keeping him awake more nights than not.

he fiddled with the switchblade buried deep in his coat pocket, the metal cold against his calloused fingertips, hushing davis and kyle behind him as the velvety red lighting of the drunken angel’s tavern came into view. the exterior nestled in a side street, behind faded red brick and rotted tumbler slabs. it was a quaint little hotel will would frequent before the war, even less now since his business ventures forced him out of the city for months at a time.

“you think skye’s working tonight?” kyle, the youngest of their trio beamed at the recipient of his affections. blue eyes glimmering with hope, the act earning him a small shove from davis. the hotel was known to offer more…intimate services let’s just say.

“god kid, you're still head over heels for that girl?” davis quipped, a hearty chuckle leaving his lips. “you know she’s a whore right?”

“she loves me, she said so.” kyle frowned, annoyed at the mocking tone leaving the lips of his comrade, burying his slender figure into the warm cotton of his overcoat, as if to shield himself from the embarrassment, cheeks flushed red despite the meek august breeze.

will paused, coming to a halt in front of the hotel. a thunderous thud at his feet, a drunkard lay at half unconscious, blood and spit spraying onto the tips of will’s freshly polished oxfords. the red leaving an almost indelible stain against the shiny black, he’d surely have to get them re-done now. will peered up through sunken eyes, fixating on you, the madame of this refined establishment, wiping the dirt and grime from your hands, evidently being the one to knock the poor drunk on his ass.

“go home to your wife, john”. you spoke with a sombre yet annoyed tone in your voice, wiping the ruby red lipstick that had smeared down your chin. john, the aforementioned drunk, tugged at will’s dress pants in a feeble attempt to pull himself up, a bruised eyes and bloody nose, still oozing with fresh crimson met will’s gaze, putting two and two together to conclude the situation. john hobbled to his feet, eyes widening upon being face to face with london’s most feared, scurried away with a terrified gasp, nursing the possible broken nose you’d given him.

you flattened the skirt of your dress, assessing yourself in hopes that you were still modestly presentable for such revered gests. pearls still knotted in a matted mess around your neck, your hair in shambles as you tried to tidy yourself. you gave a soft, relieved sigh upon noticing the trio.

“ah, you boys are back! come in, come in!” you spoke in a rather chipper tone despite the rather odd circumstances that predecessor it. kyle and davis were quick to scoot by, offering a subtle nod in greeting each. will was quick, in your attempt to turn around, he grabbed your wrist tightly, his entire palm encapsulating the bone.

“and here i was thinking you’d retired from that line of work”, he spoke in hushed whispers, eyes flickering about the entryway for any suspicious stares. “i don’t think daddy up there would be too pleased knowing his daughter is still whoring herself out, and in his pub no less”

will pointed to the heavens with a smirk. the line of work he was suggesting left you offended, retorting with a scoff.

“says the one who’d require my services every sunday?’ the sarcastic quip on your part made will release his grip on your wrist.

“and besides, i have put that work behind me”. you cleared your throat. “although old johnny out there didn’t seem to take the hint”

“you want me to deal with him?” will’s voice still spoke softly, the whispers evidently close to your ear

“no. don’t worry, he's harmless. now come in, why don’t you. tell me how bermingham was”

your pre-established relationship with will was…complicated to say the least. always being present in each other’s lives, sexually for the most part, despite mutual romantic feelings, none were allowed to pan out quite so. him being groomed for military service, along with the strong underworld connections that had a choke of his family. as for yourself. you were a whore, as was your late mother before you. will would often visit the establishment you were working at during the late hours, engaging in moments of passion that would rival the most romantic of novels or the daringest of plays.

will followed you inside cautiously, eyes peering around the drunken angel’s dimly lit interior, in case another drunkard was to start something. he was instantly greeted with a swell of lively jazz and swing, brass and woodwind blaring, the joyful shrills of your girls and patrons alike. it was quite deafening for will to say the least, he had not heard such a ruckus since he got back from bermingham, even more so from france. he took note of your working girls, sitting atop men twice their age, who’s grubby hands groped and prodded their feminine flesh. their hungry eyes leering with ravenous intent, one akin to a predator hunting their prey, luring them into their inevitable demise. the entire interior bathed in the same velvety red that bled through the sheer cashmere curtains to the bleak london side streets, making the occupants inside look bloodsoaked by comparison. it was a rather lively sight, bodies squished against bodies, the scent of malt whisky and freshly cut tobacco from the most expensive cigars you could afford, for his standards at least they were still rather cheap. the stench caught in his throat, smoke watered his eyes as a puff was blown unintentionally in his direction. he figured he’d become just another body within the crowd if it weren't for your guiding hand leading him towards the bar.

“whiskey?” you offered, setting three glasses down on the table for him and his companions. will responded with a soft nod of his head, as silent as a mouse. davis already drunk on lust, eyelids fluttered shut, soft moans escaping the australian’s burly chest as one of your girls sat perched upon his lap, scantily clad, hips grinding against his own in a flurry of intoxicated passion. kyle on the other hand sat nervously beside his leader, giving a small nod in acknowledgement upon you pouring him the finest whiskey you owned. the youngest took a hastily gulp, as if it were to help calm his nerves. his eyes scanned around, searching, flickering from the dance floor, to the staircase, back to the bar, then the staircase again.

“skye’s upstairs, love.” you remarked, having previously recognised kyle’s almost puppy-like infatuation with your best working girl. “want me to go get her for you?”

“i’ll wait” he responded meekly with a sheepish smile, taking another small sip of his drink, feeling the malty liquid mingle with his taste buds.

“kid thinks he’s gonna marry her one day. he keeps saying it,” davis heckled between sloppy kisses, his large palms groping the full hips of the woman atop his lap. kyle avoided your gaze, instead letting his eyes fall to the amber liquid, halfway finished in his glass.

“i don’t see why not. skye’s a good girl.” you responded, throwing your bar rag across your shoulder after freshly drying used glasses. “and kyle…”

kyle’s eyes perked up at the sound of his name leaving your lips.

“the infatuation is very much reciprocated”

your eyes flickered to will for a moment, faltering to his hand which stirred whatever remnants of whiskey left in his glass before downing the rest of it. turning back to kyle, his canines bared as he smiled, a sine of pure joy across his lips. the youngest in their trio had been enamoured with skye since the day she started working for you, skye herself even confided in you about her attraction to the young gangster.

“anyway boys, how was your trip?” you questioned pouring will and kyle another glass. davis was far too occupied to even touch his first glass. your question is directed at will obviously, although kyle would be the one to answer.

“it was fine…” he responded quietly before will interrupted.

“i don’t wanna talk about it.” there was an unusual malice to will’s voice that your ears were not used to hearing. then again, will has never needed to use such a tone with you.

“i see…” you hummed rather meekly, your response calm and collected, a far cry from the agitated tone of will’s voice as he skulled down the remainder of his second glass, feeling the burn of the amber liquid slide down his throat. sliding your a couple of pounds for the drinks, those of which you hastily pushed back towards him. will remained silent, avoiding your gaze, accepting the pounds back. his mere presence after said trip was enough compensation to quell your thoughts. his eyes darling across the bar, silently reading the labels as a form of distraction, more from his own mind than your incessant questions.

you placed the bar rag, previously across your shoulder into the hamper beneath the till, silently reminding yourself to send skye down to the river in the morning for the laundry rounds.

speaking of the brunette, you caught her figure atop the staircase, stuffing the few pounds into the blouse of her dress that her recent client offered for her services. her eyes slightly glossy, red and swollen, full cheeks stained with dry tears and the undeniable swell and faint discoloration of formative bruising of fingers around her throat. your heart sank into your gut, it came with the territory, you skye and the rest of the girls knew that. she made eye contact with you offering a small smile, guiding herself down the stairs with slow, calculated steps, eventually joining the small gathering of you five, now four since davis had retired to the more secluded areas for the tavern’s rear, working girl in hand.

“everything alright, darling?” you questioned, her solemn expression noted, quickly diverging to the chipper skye you’re so used to. she joined kyle, the two conjoined at the hip at this point, the blue eyed boy shot a concerned look between the two of you.

“everything is fine, ma’am” it wasn’t you sure as hell knew that.

“take the rest of the night off hun. get some rest” you handed her a small envelope with the rest of her payment for the week, tips she made from tending the bar while you were out. “kyle, would you take her home please?”

the blond nodded softly at your request while skye had left to grab her coat from the back room.

“please watch over her tonight,” kyle’s eyebrows furrowed at the second half of your request.

“tell me who it was” the soft, puppy eyes soon darkened, reminiscent of a ravenous wolf. “you better fucking tell me or else-”

“listen here. do as i ask. she’s already gone through enough tonight, i don’t need you blowing a fuse and shooting up the joint” you reprimanded the blond, for if you were to tell, he would do exactly that. will’s eyes shuffled between the pair of you, silently observing the situation. kyle huffed, pulling skye close as she returned, coat in hand. she clung to his arm, holding on for what seemed like dear life as the two left.

only yourself and will left. his pupils searching for yours, only left with you gazing at the floor through half shut lids and fluttering eyelashes. your temples burned with the beginning of a headache slowly forming, taking a bottle of rum from the shelf and pouring yourself a hefty glass, downing it just as quickly as it left the bottle as if it would soothe the ache.

“can we speak? in private?” you gasped, the burn of the rum still present in your voice, the subtle croak of anguish and pleading just noticeable for will to catch on. he gave a small nod, he’d barely said a word since arriving, in a way it worried you, then again, will was never a talkative man. he followed you back behind the bar, a small entry was off to the right leading straight to your office.

it was different than he last remembered. the walls faded from a vibrant emerald green to that of sage, floral decals of the wallpaper, scratched and peeling, reminiscent of rotting roses rather than blooming ones. paint chips flaking from the windows, sprinkled across the window seals, like the asbestos that lined the walls. the room hadn’t been furnished in a while. the same desk that had been sitting there since you opened the joint, books stacked haphazardly under one of the legs for support after it had broken the last time. paperwork scattered across it, scribbles of administrations, finance and other business necessities written in fading, dried out ink. you’d placed a small single bed in the corner of the room, most nights you don’t even return home, far too busy drowning in paperwork, in desperate need to keep your business afloat.

you sat atop the bed, head in your hands, letting out a heavy sigh. patting the space beside you on the dusty pink bed spread, offering him a seat, one of which he was far too eager to accept. the two of you sat in silence for a moment, although this one seemed like forever.

“i’m struggling here will” you confessed, clearing your throat as your eyes, teary and red, peered at to meet his cool blues. will, remained stoic, expression never changing, battle hardened and almost soulless. it was the price he had to pay for his line of work. he said nothing, simply scooting over on the bed, offering a gentle hand on your thigh and a shoulder to rest your head on.

“tell me” he spoke after some time of silence, not caring that your tears stained the white cotton of his shirt, small pools of grey forming in the fabric. you’d missed this, missed his comfort, missed his touch. the war had left him with an inability to connect emotionally, the trauma he faced, the deaths he saw, the loss of friends, brothers, blood or not, made him believe he was destined for an eternity of loneliness.

you straightened up, sniffling the remnants of your tears away.

“i need protection. for my girls.” you began, throat running dry with anguish. will had offered his men for protection previously when you first reopened your establishment, although you declined. you’ve seen and dealt with enough shit that you’d manage just fine.

“and what do i get out of it” he hummed with a disgruntled sigh, not on your part whatsoever. he was surely to run out of men to those hiring them out all the time.

“you get forty percent of my monthly earnings-”

“i don’t want your money…” will let out a hefty grunt, smoothing down the scruff of his beard.

“then what do you want?”

“just tell me when them bastards are and i’ll deal with it”

you remained quiet for a moment, wanting to seek comfort in will’s words but the stubborn bastard would not let you past the gate.

“them bullet club boys…”. you responded after a brief moment. your voice grew meek and sheltered. in will’s absence, said gang took it upon themselves to wreak havock on the majority of the whorehouses and pubs in the county, them girls were nothing more than toys for them to play with, discard when they proved no use to them anymore.

“we were like sitting ducks…and god…well, you saw skye did not?”

he did. he saw the bruising and the welts, the fear in her eyes, not just hers but the other girls too. his jaw clenched tightly, almost until the point of the maw peaked out from beneath the skin. his gaze hardening to an undeniable scowl.

“not to mention they’ve been raiding our liquor supplies, we’re losing more money than ever-”

“that’s why the fuckin’ bastard told me to come alone.”

“who?” you questioned

“jay fuckin’ white”

you’ve heard of the infamous jay white and his bullet club. how he was one of the most revered mercenaries this great country has ever come across. been putting bullets in politicians' heads since before the war, you've heard, whether they deserved it or not. will briefly mentioned him the night before he left for his aforementioned trip, although he did not confide in you with the details or his reasoning for leaving on such short notice.

“it was a fuckin’ set up. that prick must have found out about the dodgy guns we sold em…” will was muttering in nonsensical phrases to himself, so deep in thought and frustration

you pulled away from will slightly, jaw tensing in your own right.

“so you mean to tell me my girls are getting abused because of your shoddy business practices?!” your fists balled at your sides, shoving him angrily, although it barely put a dent in his stance. he just stood there and took

“it wasn’t supposed to happen this way-”

“well it did. do you know how much it hurts hearing those girls say how scared they are to come into work because they don’t know if their going to get assaulted or fucking killed?!” your voice cracked through screams.

“i know! i will fix it-”

“how? tell me how you’re going to weasel your way out of this one, will?”

the both of you stood at opposite ends, despite the cramped space of your office you'd never felt so apart. will let out a heavy sigh, the blues of his eyes dulled grey with regret. he took his seat on the bed again, just as you did to him previously.

“look …i’ll send the best men i got to protect your girls…but…” he paused, a thick gulp rising in his throat, eyes searching around in contemplation. “i can’t promise something like this won't happen again. when white wants something, he won’t stop until he has it”

“what could he possibly want here? besides a fuck and a drink?” your comment seemed jovial on the surface. but the prospect made your blood boil, your business was sinking and your girls tormented all because will couldn’t play clean. will was silent for a moment, lips pursed and brows furrowed, chewing the inside of his cheek in hope it would distract him from the regret lingering in his mind.

“revenge .” he simply stated. “white knows you're…a weakness of mine”

will’s hand fell to your thigh. not in a suggestive manner that you were used to with former clientele. it was gentle. protective. dare you say…attentive, loving almost. your skin tingled mildly at the sensation, having not experienced such intimate, almost romantic skin on skin contact in a long while. will’s thumb caressed the top of your knee, the calloused pad gritty and rough like sandpaper against your exposed skin.

“that’s why he targeted you��your business…” he corrected, clearing his throat. “he knew it would kill me more to see you suffer than put a bullet in my head outright”

the gruffness in his voice varied between anger and worry, wavering between his regular tone and a whisper. you felt his body inching closer, hand still present on your thigh, although tightening his grip the slightest. the butterflies that once fluttered joyously in your stomach, now seemed like moths lingering around the barely snuffed out flame of your attraction to him. it still was there…just barely.

“will…” you kept your gaze averted, feeling the blues of his eyes running hot with his stare, burning into your cheek with a concern, on edge about your next words or if you were to speak again at all.

“i want it to go back to the way it was…” he blurted out. “us, i mean…”

“will you know that's not possible-”

“how so. i still love you and i damn well know you feel the same” his voice becoming hostile momentarily but he kept himself grounded.

“you never loved me will that was just the drink and your dick talking” you interrupt feeling a pang of guilt in your stomach, adding to the moths that gnawed holes through your insides.

“and besides, even if that weren’t the case. if you truly did love me, we’re just two very different people now. you're a criminal, will and i’m the lowly barmaid who serves your drink. our lives should only be connected by transactions''

although it pained you to say it, it was the truth. will’s life was far too dangerous for you to be fully invested in now. you did not want to spend nights worrying if he was gonna come home injured, or not come home at all. sitting on his lap and tending to his wounds while he vents about all the trouble he has caused to himself. as alluring and romantic as that sounds…you just couldn’t.

“it doesn't have to be this way, love…” his hands were still firmly upon your thigh, grip tightening as his palm caressed the skin. fingertips dancing against the hem of your dress skirt. fluttering against the frill and ruffles, a dangerous act it was.

“you can’t tell me you don’t miss it” he hummed, breath barely ghosting against your earlobe. will’s breath hitched in his throat momentarily, the memories flooding back to his mind in waves. a subtle smile forms across will’s lips. you let your eyes flutter shut, trying to turn your mind off from will’s persistent words. not that it proved much effort, he was always a persistent man.

“remember?“ he lulled. “all those nights, my cock buried inside you. how you’d whimper and beg for me, knowing that i fucked you better than any of your regulars ever could?”

oh you remembered. you remembered well. there were times the both of you would stay overnight at the establishment, curled up in the sheets of your sleeping quarters, specifically used for such enjoyment, at times having to hide him behind your dresser, a mountain of discarded clothes and bedsheets, pretending you were asleep as your madame made the rounds for the night.

and will was right…by god, you did miss it. you missed him.

“will…” you mumbled alluringly, craning your head back slightly to meet his gaze. the blues of his irises dissipated behind blown out pupils, all lust filled and needy. he gave a small hum in response, his lips barely millimetres from yours, tongue jutting out to wet them slightly. heat rushed through you, arousal ebbed and flowed in your belly, teetering between genuine attraction and lustful desire. you could close the gap between your lips if you so wanted, letting will claim you like he’d done a thousand times over, but you hesitated, staring deep into those ocean blues for a moment, gauging to see if his words were turtle genuine or just the drink talking again.

“i want to go back…” you reminisced, pressing your lips to the corner of his, trailing down his jawline and neck. the action is sloppy and desperate. a low rumble persisted in will’s throat, his adam’s apple bobbing with a thick gulp, trying to stifle the arousal that swelled within him. “i want to love you…”

his breath hitched in his throat, your palm running up and down his bulge, the outline so prominent in his pants. a groan slipped past his lips, leaving his mouth agape, no matter how hard he tried to stifle them, your touch was just too magnetic for him to resist.

“please…” your whimpers lulled him further into the sinful abyss, feeling his cock stiffen against your palm, your fingers lazily unbuttoning his pants all the while maintaining the most sultry of eye contact with him.

he gave a nod, a subtle one nevertheless, a heavy sigh fell from his lips upon the brisk midnight air hitting his shaft. the thickness bulging and pulsing in your palm. oh how he missed the feeling. with dainty movements your fingertips traced around the tip, engorged and flushed red, lossy beads of precum oozing from the slit.

“god, i forgot how big you were,” you joked, stroking the base of his shaft with tight, short pumps. will gave a hearty chuckle, one that resounded in his belly, the soft gruff chortle leaving his lips.

“it’ll feel even bigger once it’s inside you, love” his words are spoken through an almost breathless whisper, accentuated by subtle groans and choked moans. you licked the slit of his tip, fleshy tongue gathering precum on the appendage, tasting him for the first time in years.

you were far eager to tease him. instead letting the tip of his cock slip past your lips, a slight popping sound as he broke though the seal. thick pulsing veins danced against your tongue as you worked him over with your mouth, taking him as deep as your throat would allow, surprised that you were still able to take such a length.

his cock made a home in the back of your throat, teasing it as you gagged at sputtered around him, corners of your lips burning, feeling as if they were going to tear from the sheer girth of his cock

“fuck-” his voice echoed with a deep, throaty rumble. eyelids fluttered shut in momentary pleasure before peering down at your still clothed form, full breasts barely covered, about to spill out from your blouse. your hands fell to them, kneading the supple mounds through the clothing, feeling your nipples perk up and harden at the contact through the fabric

“that’s it love, keep going. keep suckin’ daddy’s cock, oh fuck- just like that”

will’s roughened fingertips slid through strands of your hair, intertwining in the vine-like locks, tugging slightly up, allowing you a sliver of breathing room, barely a second for you to breathe before shoving you back down face first on his cock, until the bulge of his shaft was evident in your throat.

“you always like it rough didn’t you?” he hummed through faux malice, putting on the dominant facade he was famed for. “such a good fuckin’ whore, chokin’ on my dick like this”

his lovely, albeit domineering praise made your belly flutter with such unbridled wonder, reminiscing about the times he’s previously had his dick stuffed in the back of your throat, how he’d leave you gagging around that veiny, thick shaft of his. spit seeped from between your lips, drooling down his shaft, spit bubbles gathering at the base each time you’d bob your head, his tip violently prodding at the back of your throat.

“fuck, love…” he panted. “i know you wanna swallow my cum but i gotta fill that pretty cunt of yours”

he pulled your head up, your eyes red and glassy, spit dripping down your chin. glossy and shiny under the dull bedside lamp. will’s fingers were quick to work. not bothering to undress you fully, instead letting his hands roam up the skirt of your dress, groping the flesh beneath. he pulled you onto his lap, fingers, tugging your panties to the side, the tip of his cock prodding your walls, gathering your slick around the head, just revelling in it .

“so fuckin’ wet for me…” he hummed through clenched teeth , still overly sensitive from the work of your lips. your silence was all the more alluring for him, only breathless mutters and moans leaving your lips as you lowered yourself onto his cock. the stretch of your walls instantaneous around his size, he felt it too, how you spread so easily for him. just like you always did.

your hips instantly began to work, swirl and grind against his cock, allowing yourself to embrace him completely, the generously rough yet slow thrusts he gave sent your mind reeling with pleasure.

“god, you’re squeezin’ me, love…not gonna last if you keep this up”

your cunt clenched around his length, feeling yourself buckle under the weight of the pleasure, letting him sink into you completely. will leaned in, his lips capturing yours in feverish kisses, bodied melting into one under candlelight.

“oh fuck..” you whimper, feeling his tip poke and prod at the fleshy wall of your cervix, unable to sink down on him any further, for he would surely split you in half. With eyes half lidded and a love-drunk, stare, peering down at him through your eyelashes, fluttering in and out of a lust filled consciousness as pleasure rocked your very core.

“will…” your stomach bubbled with arousal, so close and on the brink of release. will hummed softly, his cock twitching with excitement as his name left your lips with shaky whimpers, fingertips delicately trailing down his clothed torso, feeling the outline of his pristine abdominal muscles through the fabric.

“you close, sweetheart?”

you nod, instinctively to his question.

“mhm.. can feel you clenchin’ ‘round me. so fuckin’ tight” will threw his head back, biting his bottom lip to further suppress his moans.

“fuck- you gonna be a good girl and cum ‘round this dick? make a fuckin’ mess for daddy, huh?”

words were trapped like rocks in your chest, rendering you useless and unable to speak. again, you nodded, this one more frantic than the last. arousal exploded in your veins, the clench of you around his dick was enough to bewitch him, as if that had not happened already. watery sweetness gushed down your thighs, seeping down the length of his cock, not even bothering about your now ruined sheets, you did not care, the pleasure was too euphoric.

will let out a pleasured, groan, pressing his hand to the bulge of your belly where his cock was evidently protruding from the skin, feeling your tightness grip in for dear life. pulling you closer to his broad chest, sweaty skin colliding in heated passion. he released deep inside you, making sure your tight cunt milked every last drop of his cum, not leaving until he’d emptied himself fully deep into your womb.

“shit..” he muttered, attempting to pull himself out of you, despite your bodies contorted in passion.

“no , it’s okay…” you hummed, voice hoarse from begging and pleading his name. nails soothingly leaving light trails atop his shoulders, his size still firmly buried inside of you, all wet and warm.

“you look so beautiful like this,” he murmured through a soft sigh, tucking stray strands loosely curled hair behind your ear, a thumb gingerly tracing across the indent of your cheek.

”what? naked?”

will gave a small chuckle.

“well, yes for one.” he smiled. “in my arms i mean”

your office fell into a comfortable silence, the lively ramblings and music from patrons outside were dulled through the walls as you sat quietly, will’s arms wrapped around your waist tracing inconsistent shapes into the small of your back.

”i just hope i can stay in them forever..”

”trust me love…i’ll make sure of it”

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[toriluvsnickwayne]

Late Night Comfort

Will Ospreay x (GN) Reader

Requested : yes/no

As you prepare to watch TV, Will enters with exhaustion evident on his face. He suggests watching a movie together instead of dinner, laying his head in your lap as he falls asleep. You stroke his hair, allowing him to rest. Throughout the night, he remains asleep on the couch, snuggled close to you, refusing to move despite your attempts to rouse him. You decide to cherish the moment, enjoying the warmth of his presence. Eventually, you both drift off to sleep, waking up later to find Will still sleeping peacefully on top of you.

Masterlist

Y/N’s POV:

You were about to start making dinner, but Will has other plans. He saunters over, kissing you between words, "I don't care about dinner, I just want to watch a movie and relax with you." He guides you to the couch, sitting you down before laying his head in your lap, his eyes already drooping.

You put on a movie, and a few minutes in, you start to gently search Will's hair, feeling his tension melt away. His eyes flutter closed, and his breathing slows. Before long, he's fast asleep, his head heavy in your lap. You notice and turn down the TV, switching to a random show so you can pick up where you left off later.

As the night wears on, you try to rouse Will, but he just stirs, nuzzling deeper into your lap. You smile, feeling his warmth, and let him sleep. You stroke his hair, his cheek, and his shoulder, feeling his muscles relax under your touch. You think about making dinner, but you don't want to disturb him.

Time passes, and the TV hums in the background. You start to feel sleepy yourself, but you don't want to move. You're happy to have Will in your lap, feeling his weight and his warmth. You start to drift off to sleep, but you're aware of Will's presence, his gentle breathing and his peaceful face.

When you wake up again, it's 3 AM. You realize Will isn't there, but before you can get up, he reappears from around the corner.

"Relax, babe, lay back down," Will says, his British accent thick and sleepy. "I just went to the loo, didn't mean to wake you."

"We could go upstairs," you say, trying to rouse Will from his sleepy state.

"Nah, too far," Will replies, his voice husky with sleep.

With a playful swoop, he picks you up and puts you back on the couch, lying down on top of you. "Just five more minutes, babe."

"But we can't sleep on the couch all night," you say, laughing. "We'll wake up with a crick in our necks."

"I'll risk it," Will says, snuggling deeper into you. "Besides, I'm comfy right here."

"But I'm not," you say, playfully trying to push him off. "Come on, let's go upstairs."

"Nope," Will says, his arms wrapping around you like a vice. "You're warm and cozy, and I'm not moving."

You laugh, feeling his warmth, and try to wriggle free, but Will just holds you closer.

As you lie there, you start to play with his hair again. You trace his eyebrows, his nose, and his lips, feeling his face relax into a peaceful slumber. You think about the day ahead, but you don't want to think about it too much. You just want to enjoy this moment, with Will in your arms and the TV humming in the background.

Eventually, you drift off to sleep yourself, lulled by Will's steady breathing and the soft hum of the TV. You sleep for a few hours, waking up to find Will still sleeping on top of you, his head buried in your chest.

Author’s Note : Ik this was a bit of a shorter one but the one I plan to release tmr is more of a longer one as is the one the day after. So I’ve got 2 longer ones coming to make up for this shorter one😁. Nothing else to say for now as allays lots a love - Tori 😘💋