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gimmethatagustd · 2 years

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I cannot stress this enough:

Soft sleepy sex with Hoseok, intimate and slow and maybe a bit of overstimulation... that's it- my mind can't think any further 🥥

TAKE CARE OF ME | JHS

You'd never trade quiet, sleepless nights with your boyfriend for anything in the world, even when sometimes it feels like the world is falling apart around you.

» pairing: hoseok x reader

» genre: BTS | 18+ | established relationship | fluffy smut

» word count/date: 3k | August 2022

» notes: pls this request had me going full on raging DELULU

» masterlist

» what was jai listening to? belong to you (ft. 6lack) - sabrina claudio

Gentle. Always gentle. A long time ago, you used to hate being treated gently. The vulnerability that came with someone taking care of you, being soft with you, knowing every little detail about you enough to shape their world around you… it was hard. Scary. Gross, even. You wanted to be tougher than that because one day that gentleness would end and how would that leave you?

Empty.

That is, until you met him.

You felt Hoseok wrap his arms around your waist, pulling you snug against his chest so he could tuck his face into the crook of your neck. His warm breath tickled goosebumps across your shoulders and arms, but his grip kept you grounded. His hands pressed into your sides to hold you in place. Like a weighted blanket, you felt secure with him on his side behind you, the rise of his chest comforting as he breathed against your back.

His warmth and the pattern of his breathing was almost enough to lull you back to sleep. You couldn’t tell what time it was. The storm raging outside knocked the power out just before the two of you climbed into bed, but you assumed only an hour or so had passed.

“Hey,” Hoseok whispered in your ear. You let out a small ‘mmm’ in response and nestled backwards into his arms even more deeply. “Are you having trouble sleeping?”

You nodded, eyes still closed. A crack of lightning briefly lit up your dark bedroom with white light bright enough to penetrate your eyelids.

“Want me to make you some tea?”

Forcing your eyes open, you twisted around to face him. Hoseok’s hair was messy, wavy strands flopped in every direction. You reached up to brush his bangs away from his eyes. He’d been growing out his hair and you quite liked being able to ruffle the strands around, watching them fluff up and flop to the side. Especially the hair at the back of his neck that was now longer than you’d ever seen it. You liked the way it made him look rugged and slightly unkempt; the exact opposite of your responsible, well-organized Hobi.

At this point, you were just barely able to make out the details of his features in the dark. But you felt the way he leaned into you and you knew to meet him halfway so he could give you a light peck on the forehead. Gentle. Always gentle.

“No, it’s okay,” you insisted. You gave him a tap on the nose. “You’re too considerate sometimes.”

“Never.”

“Yes you are.”

“Only a little bit.”

“A lotta bit.”

A pout was his next rebuttal. You reached out to press your fingers against his lips as though you were trying to smooth them out. When you moved to pull away, Hoseok caught your hand and pressed it against his mouth again. He kissed your palm, then each fingertip. The softness of his touch sent shivers down your arm.

“It’s because I love you so much,” he murmured, his voice tired and thick.

Before you could respond, he cupped your face and pulled you towards him. His lips moved against yours softly, guiding you into a slow dance you’d only dance with him. A smooth hand ran down your side to stop at your hip, squeezing it lightly. Your fingers found Hoseok’s hair, tangling in the loose waves at the back of his head and tugging just enough to make him sigh against your mouth. You captured his bottom lip between your teeth when he slightly parted his lips, taking advantage of the opportunity to nibble and suck on it.

“You’re gonna start something,” Hoseok spoke gruffly when he pulled away. You tugged at his hair again and got the quietest of moans out of him. “I’m serious.”

Even if he hadn’t said anything, his growing erection pressed against your body said enough.

“Maybe I want to start something.”

The room stood still, shadows from the swaying tree branches outside the only movements. Eventually, Hoseok shifted, pressing his chest against yours with enough force to roll you onto your back. Wordlessly, he shifted beneath the blankets to hover above you. His forearms rested on either side of your head while you felt him spread your legs apart with his knee. Slotting himself between your thighs, he lazily rolled his hips into yours. You whimpered from the pressure and the heat radiating off of him. Soon you felt that heat on your neck as Hoseok sucked hickeys onto you, swirling his tongue against your skin. In the past, you thought making love was boring, that you needed to be treated roughly in order for sex to be fun. You were accustomed to being used. Sex with Hoseok, though? It was heated and weightless.

He left wet kisses along your throat while his hands gripped the hem of your t-shirt. Well, his t-shirt, an old baggy one he never wore anymore. He cradled the back of your head as he pulled it off, careful to rest you back onto your pillow.

“It’s so cold,” you whispered.

“Mhm.”

Hoseok pulled the blanket up, making himself disappear beneath it in the process. With him out of sight, you lifted up the blanket slightly to peek at him, only to drop it in favor of squeezing the bed sheets beneath you as you felt him drag your underwear down your legs. He grabbed the back of your thighs and pushed forward so your legs were lifted up, feet against his shoulders and pussy on display. The inability to see what he was doing under the blanket only heightened your desire and you felt your arousal drip down.

One hand pressed hot into your hip where your thigh creased from the angle Hoseok had your legs pushed up. The other slipped between your thighs.

“Hobiii,” you moaned, head slightly lifting off the bed when you felt his fingers swipe at your wetness gathering around your entrance.

He coated his fingertips before sliding his fingers upwards, parting your lips until he got to your clit and began circling it. You clenched, though the way he had you folded into yourself made it difficult for you to get any friction to provide relief. Instead he kept you raised and spread open, fingers slippery and sticky. It was easy for him to slip two fingers inside of you, even easier to hit that sweet spot on your front wall to have you lifting off the bed again. The way he pumped into you was sleepy and slow, but you hadn’t expected anything faster. Hoseok shouldn’t have even been doing this; you knew how exhausted he was. He should have been sleeping.

Instead, you felt him shift, his shoulders dropping down slightly. And then you felt the tip of his tongue flick against your clit.

“Fuck, babyy, oh fuck.” You immediately let go of the bed sheets and slipped your arms beneath the blanket, fingers digging into Hoseok’s hair.

“Mmhmm, uhh huhh,” Hoseok moaned into your pussy, his lips closing around your clit. He suckled it softly, applying such light pressure while his tongue licked at you that you felt like you were going to explode.

“More, baby,” you whined. “Faster.”

He shook his head, smearing his lips with your arousal, and you weren’t sure if that was an answer to your requests or just him enjoying his late night snack. Likely the former since he returned to gently sucking your clit and taking his sweet time pumping his fingers in and out of you.

“Please, Hobi.”

Begging usually got you what you wanted, especially when you used the breathy, high-pitched, pornographic whine that you knew drove him crazy. To add to your plea, you tugged a bit harder on his hair, dragging your fingers through his bangs to pull the strands out of his face.

Suddenly, his mouth left your pussy and your next whine was that of disappointment. When his tongue returned it was to lick along your lips, and he occasionally pressed kisses everywhere but your clit.

“It’s bedtime,” you heard him speak from the darkness. “I’m going slow to lull my baby to sleep, okay?” Then his lips were burning into you once again.

Your build up was gradual, a growing throb as your clit became even hotter and more swollen with every lap of Hoseok’s tongue and curl of his fingers. You squirmed and arched your back beneath him, cursing him for taking his time with you even when you both knew you loved it. The fact that your sheets were already soaked through was a testament to that. Who the fuck cared if you were tired and supposed to be sleeping? Every drag of Hoseok’s hot tongue across your clit, every drip of his saliva coating your pussy had him practically exorcizing your soul from your body.

But when Hoseok unexpectedly slipped a third finger inside of you and sucked your clit with a tiny bit more force, he finally got you unraveling in a flash of white light that you weren’t sure was you cumming or the lightning outside.

Your legs twitched uncontrollably where they’d flopped over Hoseok’s shoulders and down his back. Exhaustion made them heavy, and you struggled to move them while Hoseok wouldn’t let go of you. He’d removed his fingers from you and had both his hands on the backs of your thighs, keeping you spread open as he continued sucking your clit.

“Hobi, oh my god, please, I came already,” you whimpered, pulling his hair to get his attention. He moaned a response into your skin and began lapping against you, flicking your clit from side to side. Your body jerked forward, but Hoseok’s grip on your thighs kept you pushed down.

“Jung Hoseok.”

Rather than sound threatening, your voice cracked and Hoseok had the audacity to laugh.

Tears welled up in your eyes and your body jerked again when you felt his teeth gently graze the top of your clit. A guttural moan was torn from your throat as you came a second time, squeezing Hoseok’s hair so tightly you were sure you’d ripped a few strands out accidentally.

Finally, finally, Hoseok emerged from beneath the blanket. He crawled up to hover over you once again, chest heaving and arms caging you in.

“It was hard to breathe under there,” he laughed again.

You opened your mouth to speak but all you could do was whimper once again.

“What was that, baby?” Hoseok drawled. He dipped his head down to nip at your earlobe and your eyes fluttered.

“Felt good,” you finally found your voice.

“Better than tea?”

“Much better.”

Hoseok chuckled, sleepy eyes meeting yours through his bangs that fell forward, slightly obscuring his face. The storm outside wasn’t raging as loudly against the windows, but the occasional lightning bolt still lit up your bedroom, allowing you to see more flickers of his face. You brought your fingers to his throat, running them along his Adam’s apple until you reached the dip where his collarbones met, before venturing down his bare chest. When your fingers dragged down his abdomen, you felt Hoseok suck in his stomach and heard him hiss lightly.

“What about you?” you whispered. You reached the waistband of his briefs, but you didn’t move any lower. Still, you could feel Hoseok’s cock twitch against you.

“I’m okay, baby. Don’t worry about me. I want you to sleep.”

He nuzzled his face into the crook of your neck for a moment before he began to pull away from you. There he was, being too considerate again. How many times had he insisted he didn’t need anything from you? You’d never met someone more selfless. It wasn’t fair.

You quickly slipped your hand into his underwear and squeezed his cock, rolling your palm around the tip where precum already started to drip out.

“Shit, babe…” Hoseok stayed nuzzled in the crook of your neck and bucked into your hand with languid thrusts. There wasn’t a desire to chase a high, but more so a desire to relish in the warmth of your hand, the firmness of your grip, the comforting smell of your body wash.

“Is it embarrassing,” he took a deep breath and pulled away from your neck to look you in the eyes as he thrusted again, “that I could cum right now, just from this?”

“Maybe a little bit.”

Your honesty and the giggle that followed brought a frown to Hoseok’s face. You had no intention of letting him cum in your hands. Wrapping your arms around his neck, you smoothed out his frown when you pulled him into a kiss. Your hands traveled the lean muscles of his back, reaching down to squeeze his ass.

“Feisty.” You felt him smirk against your lips. Hooking your fingers beneath the waistband of his underwear, you pulled the clothing down his thighs and waited for him to sit back to completely remove them.

“Come up here,” you ordered him, but Hoseok shook his head.

“I’m too tired to fuck your mouth. Let me put my energy into fucking you the right way.”

You felt a shiver down your spine and nodded silently as you spread your legs wider to accommodate him.

Hoseok ran his hands down your legs until he could reach around to the back of your thighs. Pushing them up, he folded you nearly in half as he had when he ate you out, keeping you slightly elevated and wide open for him. Since his hands were occupied, you reached between your bodies to guide him. Hoseok’s breath hitched when you lined his cock up with your entrance.

He sunk into you slowly, taking his time slipping inch by inch to allow you to adjust and to savor the high that came with that initial thrust. Your mind was still foggy from two orgasms and a lack of sleep, so you appreciated his thoughtfulness as he eased into you.

“Mmmm,” he sighed once he bottomed out and your bodies were flush against each other. Leaning forward slightly, Hoseok rested both of your legs on his shoulders.

“Yeah baby?” Your voice trembled as you watched him brush his lips along your calf, planting a soft kiss at your ankle. His hands fell to your waist to hold your hips down as he drew back. He pulled out of you as far as he could just to slowly ease into you once again. Each thrust was thoughtful, intentional. His strokes were slow, but long and deep.

“You know you leave me speechless,” Hoseok groaned, pushing a bit deeper in his next thrust. Your whimpers got louder when you felt him brush your cervix, his fingers pushing you hard into the bed.

Hoseok was definitely the biggest you’d ever been with, but even more importantly, he was the most fluid in his movements. He knew how to move his body with flexibility and grace, which for you was the most satisfying aspect of sleeping with him. You never had to put in work to get yourself off; every roll of Hoseok’s hips made his cock glide against your g-spot and his pelvis stimulate your clit. You weren’t an object for Hoseok to use to get off. No, Hoseok put your pleasure in the center of everything he did.

Although sometimes that wasn’t necessary. He brought his fingers to your clit, but you swatted him away.

“I’m tapped out,” you sighed. You really didn’t need him to try to make you cum three times. What was this, porn?? Two orgasms was plenty.

“Are you really?” he smiled, a hand creeping back towards your clit. You swatted at him again. “Alright, alright. I’ll cum without you like an asshole.”

“Stop being so dramatic.” You clenched your muscles around his cock and Hoseok let out a low moan. If he was ready to bust from a simple handjob, you were sure he was having to work hard to keep it together now that he was inside you.

“Do that again for me, baby,” he said in a shaky breath that confirmed your suspicions. Another moan rumbled from him when you did as you were told, tightening around him and pressing your thighs against his abdomen. “Fuck, fuck,” he hissed through clenched teeth.

You loved to watch Hoseok fall apart. The tip of his tongue poked out of his mouth when he bit down on the muscle as he was concentrating on each gentle snap of his hips against yours. His strong hands squeezed your waist to ground himself once his thrusts became a bit erratic. His messy hair fell into his eyes when he leaned his head slightly forward to watch your bodies collide.

“Hobi,” you moaned, reaching up to pull him into a kiss. “Cum for me, baby. You’ve been so good for me.”

“You,” he took a deep breath, “You are so fucking sexy.”

Your legs fell down to wrap around Hoseok’s waist as he leaned into your kiss. One hand stayed at your waist while another slid down to grip your thigh against his hip as Hoseok picked up his pace. His breathing came out ragged against your cheek, his lips sucking little kisses along your jaw until he was back to marking up your neck.

He squeezed you hard when he came, whimpering and moaning your name into your neck like the sweetest lullaby. When he slowly eased his body on top of yours you welcomed the pressure of his weight, even though it was difficult to breathe.

“Better than tea?”

Hoseok snorted, but you saw his eyes sparkle in the moonlight as he gently pulled out of you and found his spot beside you once again. “Much better.”

His long arms dragged you backwards so you were pressed against each other with chests still heaving.

“Thank you,” you said after a moment. You were beginning to crash from your orgasmic high. Darkness eased your eyelids lower and lower until you couldn’t bear to open them again.

“You know I’ll always take care of you.” Hoseok nuzzled your neck and squeezed you against his chest. “I hope you sleep well, baby.”

You murmured a “you, too” and fell asleep to the steady pattern of Hoseok’s breathing and the knowledge that there was no one else who could care for you the way he did.

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regalityandcoffee · 11 months

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Nicknames (Pirate! Jon Moxley x Princess Reader)

Summary: due to a bizarre set of circumstances, you, the princess of a far away land, find herself at the mercy of one Captain's William Regal and his strange but kind crew of pirates.

Warnings: Fingering, breast play, Sir kink, Mox being a damn tease, implied William x Mox x Reader near the end because I'm a predictable slut.

Enjoy? <3

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"Achoo! Damn all this dust…" Mox muttered to himself as he cleaned under the bunk. He brought it on himself, really. He should have gotten under here days ago, but like a lot of things it had simply slipped his mind. Now he was stuck on his knees in the cabin he shared with Bryan while he helped Regal, Claudio, and Wheeler on the upper deck.

He got up, dusting the dirt off his slacks. At least now all he had to do was sweep the room and he'd be done. He turned toward the door and practically jumped out of his skin.

The princess was standing in the doorway, chewing on some hardtack.

"Fucking Christ, are you a ghost or somethin'?" He grunted as he walked to the door, removing the broom from its holder on the back. He stood over her now. "Ye can't just go floating around like that."

"Sorry," he barely heard her as she made to go back down the hall. A pang of regret stirred in him immediately. He sighed.

"Get back here." To his surprise, she came back, her hands behind her back as she looked up at him. It had to be some sort of crime to have eyes like that. It was near ridiculous how cute she was. "What are you doing out of the Captain's quarters without supervision anyway?"

"I went to the kitchen… I was a bit hungry, that's all." She looked into his eyes, moving her hair away from her face, slowing the last little bite of bread. Damn it, with a head full of curls like that, who needed a crown? As meek as she was, there was no doubt that she was royal by just looking at her.

"Well just stay there, and I'll take you back up, alright? Can't have you getting hurt or lost." That was the last damn thing he needed on his conscience; her getting hurt somehow after they all promised her she'd be fine in their care. He was no stranger to crime, holding hostages, pillaging scum and dealers across the seas and land. He was a pirate for fuck’s sake. But the woman watching him sweep wasn't any of those things. She was a maiden swept up from her fancy, safe little life in her castle by a band of dangerous freaks like him, all because of an old grudge she had nothing to do with. She was just the right lady in the right place at the wrong time.

And she was taking it bafflingly well.

She tilted her head, gripping the door frame, seemingly scared to come into the room. "I heard you coughing, Sir. Do you need help?"

That was yet another thing about her that stumped him. They way she addressed them all like they were... noblemen. He the most was the furthest thing from respectable, why the hell was she calling him "Sir"? Still, Mox chuckled. this had to be the most unique and odd hostage situation he'd ever be in. Why couldn't she be as scared as everyone else he kidnapped? Probably because most of his hostages were other pirates or rich assholes or corrupt government officials…

"What's your name again, miss?"

"Y/N," She said clearly.

"Yeah, Princess Y/N." He moved back to the center of the room. "Princesses don't get on their knees and clean dirty pirates' rooms, last time I checked." He kept sweeping, fighting back another cough. To his surprise, he watched as she came inside and gently took the broom from his hand.

"I can sweep... and you can finish whatever else you need to do, is that alright, Sir?" She looked up at him, giving him a small smile.

Mox couldn't believe what he was seeing. She wasn't trying to run? Or fight? She... she was trying to clean with him?

"Y-yeah sure if you want. But there ain't a reason in the world you have to do it. I'll be fine... You're a princess, after all. Shouldn't be cleaning anything I've touched…"

She ignored him, and went to sweep the wooden floor. Shrugging to himself, Mox lumbered over and tidied up his bed. Once he finished, he sat down on the edge and watched her. Why, out of all of the gowns they brought her after hers was torn, why did she pick the one that hugged her body the most?

Gone was the frumpy bright dress that -if he was being frank- made her look like a walking cake, now she roamed their ship looking like sin itself. Of all the possible dresses, she picked a green number that laced in the front and revealed her ample cleavage, hugged her waist, hips and (as he was looking at that very moment) behind.

Did every damn thing about this woman have to drive him mad?

He leaned on the post of the bed, his chin tucked in his arms, listening and watching her as she hum to herself. Soon she finished, sweeping the dirt and dust and dumping it into the bin in the corner.

"You…you actually like to clean?" He said as he watched her put the broom back against the door.

"When I can. I don't get a lot of chances, with having staff and whatnot. Papa says it's not a royal's place to do such labor, and Henry says it's commoners work, he hates it when I do such things. I just like to be helpful, Sir, when I can…" she explained.

"Hmmm." Mox grunted as he sat back up.

"Are you done? Are we going back to the Captain's quarters, Sir Jon?" She wiped her palms on her dress, then stood with them behind her back.

"What did you just call me?" His eyebrows raised.

"Huh?"

"Sir..." Jon mumbled the word to himself. Sir… Sir Jon…

"Oh...I'm sorry... do you prefer Mister? Mister Moxley? Or Mister Jon?" Her eyes had gotten wide, as if she was afraid she had made a mistake.

"Come here."

She raised her eyebrows at him, watching as he crooked his fingers. Still, she complied, slowly walking to him. Even sitting down he could tell how much larger he was than her. especially as his hands made their way to her waist and the small of her back to pull her near, until she stood between his legs.

"Mox is fine." He couldn’t help himself, a small laugh escaped him. He found himself... enjoying this now? Even if it were a bit embarrassing that a princess had referred to him like a knight. It was strange. The only one who called him by his first name was Regal, and even he didn't use a title like that when referring to him. He didn't mind it though, strangely enough….

"It's just that… all the men call you "Mox", but Sir William said your name was Jon Moxley…"

"They call me Mox cause its shorter than my surname. Its just a nickname, just something that started when I was young I guess.... You can call me whatever you want...." Mox paused, thinking about what he was going to say. "You can call me whatever you like, Princess…"

She nodded. To his surprise -and partial relief- she didn't pull away, instead placing her hands on his shoulders. He looked up at her, and immediately his eyes went back down. Why the hell did she have to have a face like that? Long lashes, eyes that looked like they were looking through him like glass, pretty plump lips and cute round cheeks, she looked like a dream. If he wasn't touching her, he couldn't even be sure if she was real, or just some bizarre fantasy of his.

"What made you pick this, huh? Not that you don't look like a dime, it just ain't something a princess should be wearing, get me?" Mox moved a hand to her chest, giving the end of the lace. that barely held front of her dress together a small tug.

She paused, eyes looking nervous as she looked down at him. "I... I just thought it was beautiful... I've never seen a dress like this before..."

"I have, but usually on thieves and harlots."He murmured. Mox smirked at the pout forming on her lips as he pulled her closer to him. I'll admit... Not exactly a typical dress for a lady like you."

He paused for a moment, deciding whether or not he should say what was on his mind.

"But I'm not complaining." His free hand went down, stroking her hip. "You got a suitor, don' you, little princess? Some dandy the King set you with? Just looking at you I can tell you could have your pick of anyone..."

He was just teasing, but to his disappointment she nodded.

"I guess we gotta give you away to them when we take you back, huh?"

To his surprise, she looked alarmed at the idea. Almost like…she didn't want to go back to whoever she was set with. What did her future prince have to be like for her to want to stay with a bunch of pirates? He pushed the thought from his head as he kept her near.

At this point, had no idea what he was doing. This wasn't some wench he met on the street or in some brothel, this was a goddamn, honest royal. Having her like this could lead to imprisonment or worse. But he was already risking that since he helped kidnap her for fucks sake. He might as well take it further. Besides, to his surprise she seemed a lot less… tense now that he had her closer.

"You got a real way with words, princess. Are you this quiet in your little castle? Or with your man? …or are you dumb because of me?" Mox watched as she struggled to find words, moving his arms around her fully.

"I thought you did… I thought you hated me, so I stayed away…" she seemed brave enough now to look him in the eyes. Why in God's name did she have to have eyes like that? And what magic did they hold to cause him to act like this?

"Hated you?" He raised his brows. He knew practically nothing about her, why would he- oh. Oh. He snorted, shaking his head. "Fucking Regal, guess he was right…"

The princess tilted her head, seemingly confused.

"He tells me how I come off sometimes, standoffs and gruff and shit. But it's just how I am, Princess. I didn't think you'd notice." He moved a hand up, twirling a strand of her soft hair around his finger. "I'm sorry for scarin' you. But like we all said before, we won't hurt you, understand? You have nothing to do with our plans, alright?"

She nodded, her pretty dark lips poking out in a pout.

"Regal told you that too, right? You trust him?"

She nodded quickly. "Yes, yes of course."

"Good." Mox hummed.

They stayed like that for a bit, feeling the sway of the boat as he held her way closer than he should. She didn't seem to mind, even moving her hand to pick some dust out of his beard, tilting her head as she looked at him. The breeze coming in through the door gave him another whiff of her perfume. She smelled divine, that was the only word for her. She smelled pure and divine, of flowers and citrus and shit like that. A vision like her had no place in a world like this, but the more he held her the more he was glad she was there…

Especially with him.

He cleared his throat. "Your Henry is- he- do you love him?"

Y/N raised her eyes, and he could see her struggling to word her thoughts. "He is my betrothed…"

"That ain't what I asked. Do you love him?"

"I have been engaged to him, I must love him as-"

"So you really didn't pick him out yerself, huh?" Mox took her chin in his hand. His eyes raked over her body once more, from her lucious chest to her belly to the curves of her hips in that accursed, tantalizing dress."That means he don't count. Do you love him or not, Princess?"

Her hand crept up his arm, stopping to intertwine with his as she shook her head.

"Then he definitely don't count." He let go of her chin, his hands going back to her hips, hers back to his shoulders.

"Is he good to you, Princess?"

"G-good to me?"

"He don't leave you to fend for yourself… do he?" One hand made its way down her thigh, bunching up the soft material of the dress and tugging it up, revealing more and more of her pretty calf, then her thigh, then the soft dipped curve of her hip. "He knows how to please you, right?"

Mox looked back up at her wide eyes. He watched as she looked so confused, so cute. Something was building up in them too, he knew that look anywhere, the lustful way she gazed down into his eyes.

"When's the last time you've had a proper fuck, huh, princess?" He said, his voice low.

"I…I don't know," she whispered back. "It's been… a while…"

"That ain't no good. What's the point of marryin' a lady like you if you ain't gonna treat her right? You want me to treat you right, Princess?" He creeped the dress up more, finally bunching it up just bellow her belly, revealing herself to him. Not a pair of bloomers in sight. Not very ladylike, he noted…

"M-mox, the door!" She squeaked, looking over her shoulder at the wide open doorway.

Mox. She actually called him Mox…

"Don't worry,everybody's above deck..," he chuckled. "It's nice and private down here for now." With Regal busy looking over the map with Bryan, and Claudio and Wheeler probably swabbing the deck, he had plenty of time for what was on his mind, what he wanted to do to her.

She looked away from the door and back to him.

"You trust me, Princess?"

She nodded.

"Thatta girl. Keep yer eyes on me, alright?" He moved his face towards her chest. His teeth caught the end of the tie between his teeth undoing the cording covering her bosom in seconds. She sucked in a breath as the dress revealed her soft breasts to him.

"Mox…"

"Such a pretty fucking thing you are, Princess…" his hand made its way between her thighs. He kept his other firm at her lower back as he rubbed her clit, smirking at the soft whimper that escaped her before he dragged his tongue over one of her nipples. He moved his fingers from her clit, dragging them down to press between the soft folds of her pussy to her entrance.

Seems like it really had been a while for the poor girl if she was this wet already.

Slowly, he pressed his index into her, feeling her walls clench around him as he kept at her chest. He relished the sound of her whining as her hands gripped his shirt. He took his time getting a feel of her, pushing his finger back and forth, no real rythm on his mind until he found her weakest, most sensitive spot…

"M-Mox…!."

Suddenly, a thought entered his head as he pulled away from her chest to look up at her. He wiped some saliva from the corner of his mouth as he watched her eyes fluttered, as she choked back another pretty little noise.

"What's that yer always calling me, Princess? Sir?" She nodded, moaning as he pressed another of his thick fingers into her. He crooked them, moving them back and forth slowly as her pussy clenched around them."Say it."

"Mph, S-sir Jon…"

"You're a fucking dream, Princess," he murmured before flicking his tongue over her other nipple, then wrapping his lips around the sensitive bud. He switched digits, pulling out his index to thrust in her with his middle and ring fingers while his thumb rubbed hard circles against her pretty little clit.

"Uh, mmmph, S-sir…!"

"No need to keep your voice down, lass, we've got the whole lower deck to ourselves. C'mon, let me hear that voice…" he purred as he sucked at the skin around her nipple.

"Sir Jon… don't stop, please, please…"

All he could do was nod as he left marks against her chest. He had no plans on stopping anytime soon.

It didn't take much more of his teasing for her to reach her point, she shuddered against him, panting and crying out as her pussy clenched around his fingers, dripping down to his wrist. He listened to her little whines for mercy, pulling his fingers out.

He assessed the damage, looking at the way his fingers glistened from her juices. He looked up at her, sucking the taste off her off them.She looked on with shock, her pretty eyes still cloudy with lust. Mox pulled her onto his lap, an arm around her pulling her lose while his other lay firm on her ass. He rested his head againstt her shoulder, yet again breathing in the scent of her.

“Been wanting to do that since I got you on this ship…” he muttere, laying a kiss against the side of her lovely face.

“Thank you…” She mumbled as she wrapped her arms around him.

“My pleasure, Princess…” They sat like that for bit him rubbing her back, until his eyes went to the wide open door. “Guess I ought to get you back upstairs, huh? Captain’s probably missing you something fierce…”

She nodded slowly, letting out a surprised noise as he stood up, quickly wrapping her arms around his neck.

“Let's’ get you back to him then, alright?”

“Yes, Sir. “

Mox tucked an arm behind her knees, carrying her like a bride. He tugged her dress back down as he walked with her into the hall,. She struggled to fix the cording covering her chest as the went up the creaky stairs to the top of the ship. The beautiful sky was still there to great them, with just a few clouds rolling in now that midday had come. He passed by Wheeler, his eyes open in surprise, a smile quickly forming on his lips. He avoided eye contact wit the rest of the group as he walked over to the door of the Captain’s Quarters. He gave the door a knock.

“Come in,” the unmistakable voice of Captain William Regal said on the other side. Mox took in a deep breath and pushed open the door.

There on the edge of his bed sat the Englishman, his head in a book of poetry. He closed the door behind him, taking Princess Y/N over to the bed and helping her to sit down in the middle. He tucked the feather next to him in the book and smiled at the princess, gently taking her hand and giving the back a kiss. “I was wondering where you had gone to, love.”

“I went to the k- kitchen, then I-”

“She was just helping me clean, she was keeping me some company,” Mox interrupted her. His eyes widened as she tucked her legs underneath her to sit; the lace across her chest was nowhere as neat as it was when she hasd first came downstairs… and the Captain was sure to notice.

“Just keeping him some company, were you?” William murmured. To Mox’s bemusement, his hands went to the princess’s face, looking into her eyes with those famous blues of his, before giving her a soft, gentle kiss on her forehead. “I’m sure it was quiet a time indeed. Claudio could hear your merriment down the hall you know, when he went to check on our dear Jon…”

Mox stiffened as the man’s gaze turned to him. “I’m sure you to had quite an interesting time, didn’t you?”In the older man’s eyes wasn't an ounce of anger, disappointment, or anything of the sort… There was a twinkle in his eye that read solely of mischief. “I’m just disappointed, that, well…you hadn’t a mind to tell mind to call upon me.”

Oh? “Call upon ya?” Mox tilted his head, shoving his hands in his pockets. Surely, the oldewr man wasn’y implying what he thought he was…

And yet, as he watched William lay a kiss against the princess’s cheek, a hand moving to twirl the cording around his finger, loosing it once more, he knew instantly knew better. “I would have just loved to see the look on her darling face as you two entertained each other…”

“It ain’t too late to, Cap’tn,” Mox chuckled.

The poor sweet girl on the bed looked between the two of them, her eyes widening with sudden realization.

“Well, Y/N, my little dove” What say you? Will you let me entertain you like our Jon, hmm?”

She gave a little nod, covering her mouth with her hand. SHe sucked in a breath as the lace at her chest was discarded, as the Captain helped her to lay at his pillows and his hands moved to tug her dress up and off.

Mox gave the Captain a smirk, and began to unbutton his own shirt.

This was going to be a hell of an evening for them…

-fin-

#jon moxley #jon moxley x reader #jon moxley x black reader #jon moxley smut #jon moxley imagine #bcc #blackpool combat club #pirate au

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banannabethchase · 5 months

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MoxYuta, an afternoon of windowshopping that may lead to feelings realized

Window Shopping

Featuring autistic!Mox

“I don’t know,” Yuta says, sighing. “I think Claudio’s going to judge us if we pick the wrong quality of clothes or whatever.” Mox watches as Yuta tugs gently at the fabric, running it between his fingers.

“We’re scoping it out,” Mox suggests. “They wouldn’t actually plan on us picking the jackets, right? Claudio’s too anal for that.”

Yuta snorts. “I can’t believe you just said ‘anal’ when we’re in a,” he looks around. “What’s the name of this store again?”

“Something stupid,” Mox says, shrugging. He yanks at a jacket and flinches. “Don’t know what the shit is, but I hate it."

"Microfiber," Yuta says. He looks at the tag. “Yup. You hate microfiber.”

Mox blinks. “I do?”

Yuta nods. “One of the shirts Bryan got us is microfiber and you always look like you’re bare ass in sand when he makes you wear it. It’s why I convinced Willow to make us those new ones for when we’re training.”

Yuta continues testing new fabrics, design, styles, but Mox doesn’t process any of it. He’s too busy grappling with the realization that Yuta pays attention, notices things about Mox that Mox himself never even knew.

He reflects, as they walk into Lululemon, how Yuta’s been all day. He only offers certain fabrics for Mox to try, watches Mox’s reaction carefully. When they went to the food court, he offered to wait in line while Mox found the table. Yuta drove and parked in a spot far enough away that they wouldn’t be sitting in traffic for too long.

He blinks and sees Yuta holding up two styles of jacket.

“Neither?” he asks.

“No, it’s not that,” Mox says, and then he starts talking because he can even think about it. “Think I realized I’m in love with you, because you, like, watch me, and I think that’s probably weird to notice in a lemon store or wherever the fuck we are, but I thought you should know the reason I’ve been staring like a fuckin’ weirdo for the past few minutes. So if you’re not cool with that, you gotta tell me.” Mox stops. “I like that one, though.” He reaches out and punches the middle of the one without the hood, yanks at the collar. “Looks cooler that way.”

Yuta blinks at him. “Jesus fucking Christ.” He tosses both of the jackets over the rack and steps into Mox’s space, grabbing either side of his face and kissing him with more surety than Mox had seen with him out of the ring.

He forgets to respond, in such shock, and Yuta steps back.

“You’re so fucking stupid,” Yuta says fondly. He takes a photo of the hoodless jacket’s tag, fixes both jackets back onto the shelf and wraps an arm around Mox’s waist. “I need to get you in a car before you say something even more dense and I have to blow you in front of Cinnabon.”

“That on the table?”

“Get your ass to the fucking car so we can get back to my house,” Yuta says, and Mox could almost call that a leer, if he was certain he knew what the fuck a leer looked like, “and you can find out what’s on the table.”

#sarahcakes613 #wtf i like wrestling now???#in which sara writes #MoxYuta #Helpppppp I love them #madly in love with leather daddy jon moxley

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racerchix21 · 9 months

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Saw you were asking for ficlet ideas. Can you do Mox/Matt Jackson established relationship taking care of each other after Blood &Guts? Thanks and congratulations on the followers!

Title: Hold Still or I Swear!

Relationship: Jon Moxley/Matt Jackson

Warnings: Talk of blood (like lots of it), some swearing

A/N: This is probably super out of character for both Mox and Matt but we’re just gonna ignore that 🤣🙃

Summary: They just had one of the most intense Blood and Guts matches in company history but now it’s time to walk away from their ring personas and just be Jonathan and Matthew, boyfriends.

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Matt waits just inside the tunnel for his boyfriend to come stumbling back with his teammates. He knows he should still be on a post match win high but he honestly just wants to go back to his hotel, shower and curl up with Jon. He’s tired and ready to shed the Matt Jackson wrestler persona and just be Matthew, Jon’s pretty boy.

He can feel blood drying across his body and he’s still got thumbtacks stuck in places there shouldn’t be thumbtacks. When he sees the way Yuta is limping and leaning against Jon and Claudio he feels guilty and glancing at Hanger and Nick he can tell they feel just as bad about the way they choked Wheeler out.

He knows it was expected given the match stipulations but it’s still a sobering reminder of how insanely violent they got and how badly it could’ve ended if any of them had made even the tiniest bobble. When Jon drops an arm around his shoulders, he lets himself melt into his man’s arms.

“Matty, baby what’s with the long face? Huh what’s got ya looking like a kicked puppy,” Jon asks after he hands Yuta off to one of the medical staff. “If you’re worried about Yoots he’ll be fine I’m sure of it and if you want to we can go check in with him after we get ourselves cleaned up, okay?”

“He looks rough and I feel bad about the way the match ended. All I can think is what would’ve happened if we’d made a mistake or we’d pulled a little too hard and he’d gotten been really really hurt,” Matt knows he’s rambling but he can’t help it there’s just something about Jon caring about him that much that seems to make his brain to mouth filter fail to work. Even though they’ve been dating for almost 5 years he’s shocked that Jon can read him so easily.

“Let’s go clean up and get these thumbtacks out and we go check on Wheeler then I vote we go back to the hotel and cuddle. Maybe we do a little more than that if you’re up for it,” Jon growls in his ear before nibbling on his jaw. He’s quick to press a kiss to Matt’s lips as he feels him squirm. “Matthew, I suggest you stop making those noises or we aren’t gonna make it back to the hotel.”

“Make me Jonathan. But seriously do you have tacks in places tacks shouldn’t be allowed to be too? Alright let’s go but first,” Matt tells him before pulling him back down for another bloody kiss. “I wanna go kick Takeshita and PAC’s asses sometime for betraying you guys but I won’t because I know you and your boys deserve the pleasure. Just promise to punch Callis in the face for me, please?”

“Of course Matty. I’m little aggravated at all of them but last thing I wanna do right now is pay them anymore attention than I need to. Besides Kenny deserves to be the one to knock his dumbass out,” Jon says as he leads Matt back to their locker room. He congratulates Nick and Hanger as they walk past and ignores the wolf whistles and catcalls from Kenny and Kota who only stop making out long enough to leer at them.

Getting Matt shoved down on the couch, he starts trying to gently wipe blood off while taking stock of all the places that make Matt squirm. “Dammit Jackson hold still or I swear.”

“Or you swear what? Hmm what are you gonna do, baby?”

“I’ll pin you down and I’ll stop being gentle,” Jon half heartedly threatens but he knows it’s lost when Matt bucks up and starts laughing. “Now seriously hold still so I can get these things out of your skin faster. I’m trying to be quick about it so you’re out of pain faster. The faster we get these removed the faster we can go get clean and I can get you back to the hotel and get you all dirty again.”

“Hmm, okay Moxley, but you have to let me play doctor for you. Cuz the prospect of getting to take care of you is 100 kinds of-“ he’s cut off by a scandalized shriek and the sound of the door slamming shut behind Nick and Adam.

“Let’s finish up and get going before we traumatize your brother and Hanger further. But I mean we could also take our time make them find their own place to hookup,” Mox says wriggling his eyebrows at Matt causing his boyfriend to laugh again.

“You got yourself a deal Jonathan. It’d serve’em right making us listen to them make out over breakfast this morning.”

“Matty you wouldn’t have had to if you’d just stayed in bed like I wanted to this morning and we’d just ordered room service. But no you wanted to go be social and stuff and you, you used those damn bambi eyes to make me. You’re lucky I think your a cutie baby boy.”

#These 2 are a blast to write as a couple #MoxMatt ficlet #Matt Jackson #Jon Moxley #stardust181

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dunkzillla · 1 year

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New Tricks for an Old Dog (10/10)

William Regal x Wheeler Yuta, Chuck Taylor x Wheeler Yuta

We made it! We’re at the end. I want to thank everyone for reading and continuing to even though I disappeared for like three months! It’s a long one, so grab your popcorn and I hope that I do you justice with the end and that you enjoy it!

Title: New Tricks for an Old Dog

Pairings: William Regal/Wheeler Yuta, Chuck Taylor/Wheeler Yuta, Bryan Danielson/Daniel Garcia

Ratings/Warnings: Language, Eating Disorders/Disordered Eating.

Words: 7,864

Summary: Wheeler doesn’t need to count the days anymore.

Wheeler wakes up the same way he has since he came home from the hospital, warm, with his face pressed against an equally warm, slightly fuzzy chest, and strong arms holding him in place. He hasn’t been counting the days since then, he no longer feels the need to count how long he’s been anywhere, because he’s not waiting for the end or a new beginning. This is it, now, this is home. It’s been quite a while, the amount of months definitely in double digits, but Wheeler’s never felt as happy as this before.

He pushes himself up, detangling himself so gently from Regal’s arms so as not to wake him, and steps quietly to the bathroom, bladder straining. Regal snores gently, but he doesn’t wake, so Wheeler closes the bathroom door behind him.

The large mirror next to the toilet — Wheeler thinks it’s a design flaw, why would anyone want to watch themselves pee — shows off the full length of him as he relieves himself. He’s not big by any stretch, he’s not Claudio or Mox, and he doesn’t have the barrel chest of his love, but God does he look different than he did before. His shoulders have definition, thanks to the work he’s been doing in the gym with the others, his arms aren’t bony and wiry anymore, and he’s got hips and thighs and god, his most favourite thing of all is his little tummy pouch. It’s barely anything, but there’s just a small pouch that sits above his low riding underwear. It proves to him that he’s survived, it proves that he made it, that he no longer has to work himself to death just to be able to stay alive. It’s proof of his healing, of his health, and it’s proof of Regal’s love for him.

Regal has many, many love languages, but his most favoured one for Wheeler is food. Any and all types of food — big steaming plates of what he calls the most wonderful food in the world, meat piled high with potatoes and vegetables and gravy, the little fluffy pancake type things Regal calls Yorkshire puddings are his favourite, and Claudio always makes extra, just for him. They go out to fancy restaurants, dive bars and burger joints, Regal expanding Wheeler’s stomach one restaurant after another.

It’s not always been easy, learning that food is readily available and he doesn’t have to worry about where it’s coming from anymore. It’s not always been easy on his body, either, his mind wanting to eat more than his stomach can hold and protesting about it the moment he had a mouthful too much. And sometimes Regal would get worried that he wasn’t eating enough, worried that Wheeler wasn’t eating because he didn’t want to gain weight, but Wheeler made sure to reassure him every single time that sometimes his body just couldn’t handle the amount of food Regal would like him too. They got through it together, though. Regal was there to hold his hand every time his stomach cramped up, and any time Wheeler even had a slight thought that he was hungry, whatever they were doing was immediately dropped in order to find him food.

His favourite thing they do is at night, when the day is done and they get to unwind, slipping into bed with toasted crumpets, buttered with jam and cups of tea while watching a British crime drama that Regal insists is better than any of the rubbish American cable TV has on. He doesn’t care that they get sticky fingers and that they have to get up and brush their teeth before falling asleep, because the feeling of eating a sweet, sticky treat in the most comfortable bed in the world, with the man he loves the most, it’s better than anything he’s ever experienced before.

He’s put on weight now, and he eats his three meals a day with snacks in between whenever he feels like it. It’s the most wonderful feeling in the world, knowing that he can walk into the kitchen and grab whatever he likes, not worrying if the others are going to want it or can they afford to have it replaced. That he can ask Claudio for anything and he’ll make it for dinner for him. Just the other day he mentioned that he hasn’t had sushi since he visited his parents last year, and before they’d even finished breakfast Claudio had ordered all the ingredients needed for making it, and they’re having it for dinner tonight. His belly and his heart are full.

Wheeler washes his hands and makes the quiet path back into the bed. It’s still early, so he settles back beside Regal and dozes a little bit more before they both have to get up for the day.

Regal’s arms encircle him once again, and he makes a gruff little noise as he rolls over, burying his face in Wheeler’s neck. Here, in this bed, this room, in Regal’s arms, it’s the safest Wheeler has ever felt. He remembers the desperate days when they were apart, and he would wake up alone, with dark circles under his eyes, dull skin and breaking hair, and he’d think of what it could have been like to wake up next to Regal, instead of Chuck's gamer rage coming from the other room. Now he doesn’t have to think about what it would feel like, because he knows how it feels, it feels wonderful.

After his confrontation with Chuck in the hospital he was discharged two days later, with strict instructions from the doctor to take it easy and to stick to the meal plan that had been confirmed with Claudio (he’d been overjoyed to be tasked with Wheeler’s nutritional needs, and provided the doctor with all sorts of meal ideas, calorie and protein rich, to get Wheeler back to a healthy weight.)

It was another few days after that that Wheeler said he would like to go back to the apartment to collect the rest of his things. He’d gone straight from the hospital home with Regal, with the little bag of clothes that Chuck had brought to the hospital that day. Regal had no issue with it, but he wouldn’t let Wheeler go alone. His excuse was that Wheeler still needed to take it easy, and shouldn’t be carrying heavy things in his condition. It didn’t matter how many times Wheeler told him that his things consisted of probably half a bag of clothes and a box of worthless sentimental items he’d bought from home-home when he moved, Regal insisted on going with him, and then once he did, Mox insisted on going too, and then Bryan and Claudio, and Wheeler couldn’t fight all of them so the day after that, they all went to the old apartment, like some sort of strange vigilante group.

Wheeler was kind of glad they went with him in the end, because when he’d knocked, out of politeness, Trent was the one that answered, and Wheeler thinks if the others hadn’t been behind him, Trent might have strangled him. Thankfully the presence of the others meant Wheeler was let in with no trouble at all, and as quickly as he could he went into the bedroom and started getting his things together.

Regal won’t admit it, but Wheeler heard him talking to Chuck about the debt on the place. Bryan was helping him fold his clothes, and they shared a look, listening to Regal’s calm voice explain that he had tried to clear the debt, but the landlord was scum and stole it. He offered Chuck more money to clear it, and even though they’d heard a very loud I don’t want your fucking money come from his mouth, Mox told him later on that Chuck had put the cheque Regal gave to him into his wallet.

They’d had another conversation — their final one — when Wheeler was done. Regal and the others took his things down to the car, and Wheeler stood picking at the scabs on his burnt hand as he tried to find words to say to Chuck. There wasn’t much else to say to him. He didn’t bring up Orange, or how he remembered listening to Chuck call him babe while he thought he was asleep, because Wheeler knows that it would be rich coming from him, so instead, he told Chuck he was sorry. Chuck cried, he cried out of sadness that he was losing Wheeler, and then he cried out of anger, anger at losing Wheeler, anger at Regal being older and having money. They didn’t really get anywhere with the conversation, Chuck still didn’t think anything he’d done was wrong, still didn’t understand just the position Wheeler had been put in by his actions.

Wheeler had left with a momentarily heavy heart. He really had loved Chuck, and he knew he would always care about him, but he had been killing Wheeler, whether he knew it or not. The heaviness in his heart had been quickly healed when Regal had pulled him close and told him how proud he was of him. Then Mox had popped his head between them from the backseat and said we’re going to McDonald’s now, right? And Wheeler knew, then and there, that he’d been a fool to ever choose anything else over Regal.

Wheeler feels himself stir awake again, a hand softly running up and down his spine. He looks up, seeing that handsome face looking down at him with a sleepy smile.

“Good morning, my love.” Regal’s voice is deeper when he’s just awake, and Wheeler shivers as his mind swims awake.

“Morning,” He says, sitting up just a little so he can graze a kiss across Regal’s jaw. “How long have you been awake?”

Wheeler glances at the clock, it’s not been that long, maybe half an hour or so, since he went to the bathroom.

“Not long, love, only a few minutes. I was just admiring how peaceful you were sleeping.”

“Mhm, I was dreaming about you.” Wheeler says, turning so he can face Regal in the bed, running his fingers over the soft, fuzzy, white and grey hair that’s across his chest.

“Oh you were? And what were you dreaming about?”

Wheeler cups the palm of his hand under Regal’s jaw, smoothing his thumb across his clean shaven chin and up across his mouth. “About how you treat me like a little prince. How you kiss me all over.”

Regal kisses his palm and then links their fingers together. Wheeler loves the sound their skin makes together. Regal’s is a little rough, weathered, while Wheeler’s is smooth and mostly unblemished. The drag and glide of it, Wheeler loves everything about them together.

“I’m the luckiest man alive to wake up and it's not just a dream.” Wheeler says then, leaning forward on his knees to press a kiss against his love’s mouth. They’ve both still got sleepy morning breath, but Wheeler never cares because it’s Regal, and Regal never complains either.

“I’m going to make us some tea.”

“We’ll get up and go down for some in a moment, darling.”

Wheeler kisses him again, “I’ll bring it up. I’m going to be gone all day for work. I want to spend some time with you, just me and you, before I go.”

Regal smiles at him. “Okay, love. Hurry back.”

Wheeler slips out of bed and finds his shorts on the floor and slips them on. Everyone will probably be awake, so he’s not going to walk down to the kitchen naked, no matter how happy with his body he is now.

His bare feet grow cold against the wood floor, not yet warmed by the heating or the sun streaming through the windows, but he’ll take so much joy in shoving them between Regal’s warm thighs when he gets back in bed.

In the kitchen Wheeler fills the kettle and puts it on to boil, and puts two tea bags into Regal’s pot. He’d been shown by Claudio how to make Regal’s tea just the way he liked it, brewed in a pot, strong and dark, and the first time that Wheeler woke up and made it for him the smile that he got in return, well, now one of his favourite things is to make Regal’s tea and take it to him in the mornings. Sometimes they don’t have time, Regal having meetings or Wheeler needing to be out early, but when they do, Wheeler makes sure he does it.

He pours the water in the pot once it’s boiled, and sets a jug of milk and the cup of sugar on the tray, ready to take upstairs. He lets it brew a moment, and while it does he steps out of the back kitchen door into the relatively new greenhouse.

It’s Daniel’s greenhouse, really. Bryan finished it about a month ago, a great big glass structure with the most beautiful iron mouldings, shaped in intricate flowers and vines. They grow everything inside of it, fruits, vegetables, flowers and exotic plants. It’s their thing to do together, pottering around, Bryan teaching Daniel every little thing he knows about gardening.

Daniel lives with them now, too, something that Wheeler never saw coming but is so, so happy about.

He’d noticed, a month or so into living with Regal, that Daniel spent a lot of time with Bryan. And after their conversation that night, Daniel saying that once his student loans were paid off he was gone, Wheeler had thought maybe this was Daniel’s last home stretch, that he was with Bryan so much to get paid that last little bit he needed so he could stop it all.

They went on a short vacation not long after that, to Regal’s beach house in California, and he and Daniel had been sunbathing on loungers while Regal and Bryan were fishing, when Wheeler asked, “So, are the student loans almost paid off?”

And Daniel had said, with a straight face as he sipped on his tequila sunrise cocktail, “They were paid off ages ago.”

Wheeler had looked at him aghast and had hissed, “What do you mean? Why did you say —“

“Told you what you wanted to hear. You’d have only gone into more of a spiral if I told you I was in love with Bryan too.” Daniel had cut in, leaving Wheeler confused. Hearing the words in love with Bryan made his brain spin. Because he’d thought that Daniel was something like the blood sucking leeches that Mox had been so upset about.

“I LEFT HIM! how could I have spiralled more?” Wheeler had practically squealed. It wasn’t Daniel’s fault he left, of course, but his words that night definitely hadn’t helped.

“Well I didn’t know you were going to freak out and leave him!” Daniel’s blazé attitude about the whole thing had stumped Wheeler, but that was Daniel all over, really.

Wheeler had been silent for a while before he’d mused, “What if I’d have told Bryan what you said?”

Daniel just shrugged at him and said, “He would have just laughed at you. He’s the one who made all the payments online. He knows the day they were paid off.”

“Why do you still work the street? If you love him?” Wheeler had asked, because at that time, Daniel hadn’t moved in yet, even though he’d spent a lot of time over at the house, so Wheeler just assumed that he was still working. Trying to pay off those student loans.

“I haven’t for a while.” Daniel revealed in a quiet voice. “I used to still do it because I didn’t want to be that guy that got bought by a rich man because he could have dropped me any second. But. When you stopped. I dunno, we talked. Admitted some stuff that I’d kept close. We were together before you and the old man made it back to each other, we just kept it quiet.”

Wheeler had sat a little bit stunned. He’d watched Regal and Bryan fishing, enjoying their time together, away from home, and realised that they’d both made it. They’d both fallen in love with men who bought them once, but now those men worship the ground they walk on.

Wheeler had turned to Daniel with a big smile on his face and said, “So, when you get married, are you going to be Daniel Danielson?”

“Oh my god I hate you.” Daniel responded, and refused to answer Wheeler's questions.

A few weeks after the vacation, and seemingly once Daniel had told Bryan that Wheeler knew they were together, Daniel moved in. It wasn’t a huge affair, just like Wheeler Daniel didn’t have that much stuff to bring with him, but he brought quite a bit more than Wheeler, and they’d spent the day putting it away. It was nice to have Daniel. Despite how comfortable Wheeler feels in Regal’s home, he’s still the poor little former sex worker who worked himself to near death. Regal and Bryan and Claudio and Mox are as understanding as they can be, but no one understands him quite the way Daniel does. It’s nice to have him, and sometimes, when the others are busy, they lay in the big front room together, eating popcorn and reminiscing about where they’ve come from to now.

Wheeler steps out of the greenhouse and back into the kitchen. The pot of tea is steaming, and when he takes off the top, it’s sufficiently dark, so he picks up the tray and carefully walks back upstairs to the bedroom.

Regal’s turned the huge TV at the end of the bed on, and playing on it is old style wrestling that Regal loves to watch. He’s told Wheeler all about how he used to dabble in it when he was younger, and how there’s lots of fighting classes at the gym he owns. Mox has been teaching him stuff lately, and Wheeler can’t deny that he absolutely loves it.

“There you are my love. I was starting to miss you.”

“I wasn’t that long.” Wheeler smiles, setting the tea tray down on the side table and starting to pour Regal’s cup. He adds a spoon of sugar and a dash of milk before taking it over to him.

“Thank you, pet.”

Wheeler pours his own and gets back into bed, being careful not to spill any on the sheets, and does indeed, shove his freezing cold feet between Regal’s warm thighs.

“Oh you rotten lad. What happened to that pair of slippers I bought you? The fluffy ones that Bryan moaned at me for because they aren’t vegan? Must you torture me with your cold toes so early in the morning?”

Wheeler grins around a sip of tea. “They’re down in the front room, you didn’t put them on me when you carried me up to bed the other night.”

“Oh I see, this is all my own doing, then?” Regal links their free hands together and raises an eyebrow at him. There’s a smile on his face, and Wheeler would kiss him silly if they both didn’t have burning hot cups of tea in their hands. Later, definitely later.

“Completely, Mr Regal.”

“I’ll get you, you know, little Yuta. When you’re least expecting it.”

“Oh I’m shaking in my boots, old man.”

“Rotten Mr Moxley is rubbing off on you, isn’t he? You wound me so very deeply.”

Wheeler squeezes Regal’s hand. “He’s been teaching me lots of stuff. And Bryan and Claudio. But you most of all.”

“Me, darling? What have I taught you?”

He gives Regal a soft smile, “How to be happy. How to be healthy.”

“Don’t, it’s far too early for me to cry into my tea,” Regal says, but he gently leans over and kisses Wheeler’s temple. “But I’m so very glad that you’re happy, love. It’s all I ever want.”

Wheeler is happy. He’s never been happier.

They finish their tea together, talking about what their days are going to look like before they both head into the shower to wash up and get ready. Regal washes his hair, spending time on massaging the shampoo into Wheeler’s scalp and making him feel boneless, and that’s even before he slides his hand down to Wheeler’s cock and jerks him off slowly and torturously.

Wheeler sinks to his knees and sucks Regal off just the way he likes, slow and sloppy, looking up at him through wet lashes, hands kneading at his thighs as Regal curses up a storm.

They brush their teeth together, arms pressed close as they garble through a conversation with the toothbrush in their mouths. Wheeler keeps wondering if the honeymoon period is ever going to end, because it’s been so long, and so far it feels like it never could. Every day is more wonderful than the last.

Regal helps him pick out his outfit for the day, a nice pair of beige chino type pants, maroon shirt and maroon knitted sweater. It’s Regal’s favourite colour, and a lot of the things he brought Wheeler were maroon, so it had become Wheeler’s favourite colour too, so on a day like today, a big event at the YMCA, it was the perfect time to wear their favourite colour.

They head downstairs to breakfast, finding the table starting to fill with food that Claudio brings out, toast, crumpets, fruit, vegan bacon for Bryan and plenty of eggs for Mox. Wheeler’s favourite, much like his late night snack, is toast and jam. Claudio makes the best homemade jam, and his latest batch of blueberry jam has been so delicious that Wheeler thinks he could live off it.

As usual he sits in the chair closest to Regal, buttering himself a piece of toast and then cutting up some fruit for Regal. Where Regal’s love language is food and feeding, Wheeler’s is most definitely acts of servitude. It makes him happy to do stuff for Regal. To make his tea, cut up his breakfast, to tie his shoelaces and comb his hair. Regal had tried to stop him, telling him that he didn’t have to do anything for him just because he wasn’t being paid anymore, but Wheeler truly wasn’t doing it for that reason. He just really likes doing it. He likes to take care of Regal in any way he can, the same way that Regal takes care of him.

He drinks another cup of tea with his breakfast, even though he knows he’ll have to pee multiple times before he even gets to work.

“Is it that event today, kid? You’re all dressed up.” Mox says to him as he pours an ungodly amount of hot sauce on his eggs and toast.

Wheeler nods. “Mhm! Jade told me I had to look smart.”

“You look very smart, brüederli.” Claudio says, setting down another plate full of fruit. Wheeler feels himself beam on the outside and the inside. He loves when Claudio calls him his little brother. He loves being Claudio’s little brother.

Wheeler finishes his breakfast and clears his plate despite Claudio’s protests that he’ll do it for him, before wrapping his arms around Regal’s shoulders.

“We should be finishing about four, so I’ll be back for dinner, and I’ll call you when I can.”

“Have fun love, I know it’s going to be great, so you don’t need luck.” Regal says, turning to kiss Wheeler’s cheek and squeezing the hand that’s on his shoulder.

“I’ll see you later, I love you.”

Regal smiles at him. “I love you too, darling. See you soon.”

Wheeler waves goodbye to the others before leaving the house. There’s a driver already waiting for him in one of Regal’s cars, and he gets inside, shooting Jade a text to let her know he’s on his way.

He’s been working with Jade at YMCA for a few months now, and it’s the most amazing thing he’s ever done. He loves helping her run the clinics, helping with the paperwork so she has more time to do all the things she wants to.

Wheeler decided it was what he wanted to do when he and Regal had the conversation about Wheeler returning to work. Regal didn’t want him to work, he said Wheeler had worked enough for his whole life time and he was more than happy to take care of him. There was no need to ever make money, because Regal made him dig out that black American Express card he gave him the day they met and use it for whatever he wanted. That money was Wheeler’s, no strings attached, no matter what ever happened between them. Wheeler couldn’t say that never working again didn’t seem appealing to him, but he knew he had to do something. Sitting around all day would send him crazy. And he’d been going over things he could do one day when he thought about the YMCA, and how much he’d relied on it when he needed condoms and his sexual health screenings done. He had told Regal about it and he’d instantly agreed, and the next day they’d gone down to the YMCA to talk to Jade about Wheeler volunteering with them.

She’d taken him on instantly, and he’d started helping out a couple of days a week, at first. It started with him on the front desk, talking to walk-ins and directing them to where they needed to go or giving them information they were looking for. Then, Wheeler started working more closely with Jade, sharing a little bit of his story with her and telling her how he’d like to give back. They’d brainstormed a little bit, bouncing ideas off of each other about how to help those on low or no income, helping with food parcels and debt management. In the end Wheeler had taken his ideas to Regal, who had given him a big beaming smile and told him to do as he wished, reminding him of the card in his wallet. Wheeler never needed to ask permission for anything.

So, together he and Jade had set up even more resources at the YMCA. There’s food collections and donations, they provide hot meals for anyone who needs them, there’s classes on debt management, emergency funds, help with finding shelter and accommodation if you find yourself on the street, there’s even more help for sex workers, more free condoms, more rigorous sexual health screenings and special rooms created as safe spaces for anyone who may have faced violence while they worked. They recruit more volunteers and workers to help it all go smoothly. Wheeler has never, ever been more proud of anything in his whole life, and he knows it’s going to be hard to beat. He’s making a difference in the community. He’s really, really making a difference. They’re busier than ever, and Wheeler tries to go the YMCA nearly every day for at least a few hours if he can’t do all day (Regal makes him rest a lot, he’s still scared he’s going to overwork himself like before.)

Today they’re holding a small fundraising event, where businesses and members of the community have pledged their time and products to sell and raffle off to raise money for the centre. He and Jade have spent weeks planning it, and it’s finally all ready to go. Regal made a big donation the other day, even though technically a lot of his money has already gone into setting the whole thing up. He keeps saying that it’s Wheeler’s money even though it’s not, so really, it’s Regal who’s making a difference in this community. But Wheeler knows he’s pushing it all along, so that feels good. He and Regal have already been planning the next charity gala, the one that ended in tragedy last time, this time having Jade more involved and switching up the format, putting on more entertainment and getting more people involved. Regal tells him that the world is lucky to have someone like him, someone like Wheeler, and it makes him feel all warm and fuzzy every single time he does.

The car drops him off outside of the centre and he steps out with a thank you to the driver before quickly making his way inside.

There’s a lot of people already inside setting up, tables being filled with freshly baked goods, homemade jewellery and art pieces, clothing and prize hampers. It looks great, and Wheeler jumps in immediately, helping move boxes and tables and holding onto ladders as all the decorations get put up. They haven’t got much longer to go before the doors open to the public, but everyone’s working hard and Wheeler knows they can do it.

He’s in the middle of carrying a box full of leaflets they’ve had printed specially for the event, to tell people about the work they do and encourage more people to get involved, when Jade glides over to him with a big smile on her face.

“Wheeler, baby!” She coos, and she’s got the iPad in her hands.

“We just received the biggest donation outside of the gala. From Tony Khan, along with the message “May the Regal’s continue to provide the community with an invaluable hub of help and support.” Look at what you’ve done for us, all these connections. We haven’t even sold anything yet and we’re already going to be able to get that extension we were talking about. We’ve already hit our target and more.” She turns the iPad around to him, showing him the donation website which does show Regal’s friend Tony Khan’s name with a donation that contains a lot of zeros.

Wheeler feels pride bloom in his chest. People as rich as Tony should have always been donating to organisations and charities, and not just at gala’s when they’re trying to show off how much money they can afford to give to a good cause, but it’s not always the case, and sometimes it takes them seeing someone first hand going through a horrible situation to put their hand in their pocket and help out more regularly. He knows that Regal has had conversations and meetings with Tony since he came home, and that Regal definitely told him about what he’d gone through. Tony owned a lot of the apartment blocks around town, but didn’t have an awful lot to do with them despite that, and Regal had made sure to enquire whether the apartment block that he and Chuck had lived in was owned by him or not. It wasn’t, but Tony knew who did own it, and made sure to look into the crooked landlords who seemed to be operating out of their buildings. And sure, it was Regal who had the meetings with Tony, and suggested he take a closer look at the landlords, but it’s because of Wheeler that any of this is happening. Because Wheeler managed to survive, because Wheeler didn’t run away when things got hard. Because Wheeler decided to give back after he was saved.

And God, it really doesn’t hurt that Tony refers to them as the Regal’s. They’re not married, and Wheeler doesn’t know whether that will be on the cards or not, but for someone to refer to him and Regal as the Regal’s, a unit, one entity. Yeah, that makes him really happy.

“Maybe it’s my connections but it’s your hard work too. You make all of this happen, Jade. Without you this place would be nothing, you kept it running even without the money.” He tells her, setting down the box of leaflets and starts pulling them out and fanning them across the table.

“I did, but it didn’t grow. With you, baby it grows! Look at everything we’ve managed to do in just a few months. Really, thank you, Wheeler.”

Wheeler smiles at her, and she puts her big strong arms around him.

“And we’re not stopping. We’re not stopping until we’ve got multiple sights across the town and no one ever has to go through what I did again. This is just the beginning.”

“You’re one amazing person, Wheeler Yuta. Come on, let’s get the set up packed away so we can get ready for opening.”

Jade leads him to the back room that is basically her office, collecting boxes and step ladders and anything that isn’t for the fundraiser together and stacking them away.

When the doors do open, there’s a lot more people than Wheeler was expecting. They’d done a lot of advertising, posters and flying up all over town, and all the businesses providing their merchandise had been advertising too, but he wasn’t expecting this kind of turn out. It’s amazing. There’s so many people, all queuing up to buy the amazing things at the stalls, buying raffle tickets and putting money in the donation box or filling out donation forms. There’s even a local news crew, and Wheeler sends them over to Jade because this is her baby, her work, and she needs the recognition for it.

The day has been amazing, and things are slowly starting to draw to a close and Wheeler’s been handing out fliers for about twenty minutes, talking to people and letting them know about the work they do, when he hears a voice he hasn’t heard in months.

“Wheeler?”

He turns, clutching the leaflets to his chest when he sees Chuck standing in front of him. A little ways behind, Orange and Trent stand at one of the stalls, but they turn back to look at him while trying to be inconspicuous about it.

“Chuck… hey.” He says. The last time he’d seen Chuck had been when he went to collect his things from the apartment, and they hadn’t had any communication since then. Not a call, a text, nothing. Which, Wheeler’s thankful for, really.

“Is this?…”

Somehow, Wheeler knows what Chuck’s asking without him even finishing his sentence.

“Yeah, I work here now. We’re raising money to expand.”

“That’s awesome. Better than Starbucks, huh?”

“No one yells at me for making their coffee too hot or too cold, so infinitely better.”

“Still wearing the beige chinos, though.”

Wheeler looks down at his pants and realises that yeah, he is.

“I’ll have you know that I really happen to like these pants.”

Chuck smiles at that, and Wheeler realises he hasn’t seen Chuck smile since quite a while before they broke up. Those last few weeks weren’t good at all.

“So, how have you been?” Chuck asks him, his hands relaxed in his pockets. He looks good, he’s cut his hair and trimmed his beard. And well, he’s actually outside. Somehow he’s not on his video game, and Wheeler knows that’s a miracle in itself.

“I’ve been good, really good. Things have been great here, we’re, we’re really doing good. And you know, everything else is good too,” He says. He doesn’t want to rub it in Chuck’s face that he’s so head over heels crazily in love with Regal and that everything is more perfect than ever before. Chuck might not have been the world's best boyfriend, and he might have made a lot of mistakes, but Wheeler knows he wasn’t either. “How about you?”

“They were… rough for a while, but they’re good now, actually. I uh, I cashed that cheque.” Chuck says quietly, like he’s ashamed. “I wasn’t going to, but our landlord, wow, what a scumbag. Trent and Orange offered to help pay back a little at a time but he put the rent up and wouldn’t budge. So uh, thanks, for the — for the help.” Chuck scratches at his chin. Wheeler knows it probably took a lot for him to admit that, to even use Regal’s money in the first place. But Wheeler also knows desperation. He knows about that scummy landlord more than anything.

“I got a job,” Chuck says then. “And I’ve moved in with Trent while I look for a new place. I cleared the debt and left, it really was a shithole, wasn’t it?”

Wheeler smiles. “Yeah, especially after the flood. There was kind of no saving it then,” Wheeler shrugs. “Where did you get a job?” He can’t help but feel a twinge of sadness, of hurt and disappointment, that it took Wheeler leaving for Chuck to finally realise he needed to get a job.

“Game stop,” Chuck laughs. “It’s not much, but it’s something.”

“I’m happy for you.” Wheeler says honestly, shifting the leaflets in his hands because they’ve started to get sweating. He’s about to excuse himself when Orange steps over. He doesn’t say anything, he just slips his hand into Chuck’s and gives Wheeler a look, a look that’s hidden under his sunglasses, but Wheeler knows the look. Well. Wheeler might have been the one physically cheating, but that tiny little action shows him that there must have always been something going on with them, whether it was physical or not, Wheeler wasn’t crazy, and the two of them weren’t doing it to keep a roof over their head.

“Orange, hey.”

Orange doesn’t say anything. He’s never been much of a talker, but now that Wheeler knows that Orange always disliked him behind his back, well, now he gets it.

Before he can say anything else, his phone buzzes in his back pocket. He slides it out, seeing a picture of him and Regal when they were on their vacation, Wheeler beaming and holding up a bucket and spade that he’d jokingly bought at the beach and Regal standing behind him, staring at him with nothing but love and adoration illuminates the screen. It’s Regal’s contact picture, his number calling, and Wheeler looks up at Chuck and Orange.

“I have to take this. Uh, thanks for coming by, it was nice to see you. I’m glad you’re doing good,” He says, “I'll see you around.” He gives them a little wave before ducking away, finding a little corner before he answers the phone.

“Hello Mr Regal, what can I do for you?” He smiles into his phone. They still like to play around sometimes, they’ll never forget how they met, and despite everything, Wheeler will never ever regret it, he still loves being little Yuta, and Regal still loves to be Mr Regal, it’s just now no money exchanges hands, and Wheeler doesn’t have to leave at the end of the day.

“Mm, a nice little kiss from pretty little Yuta would be nice,” Regal hums, and he can practically see him smiling down the phone too. “How are things, love?”

“They’re really good. We got a huge donation from Tony this morning, so we hit our target before even opening the doors. And then it’s just been packed in here. We’ve made enough for the extension and then some.”

“Oh pet, that's wonderful. I’m so proud of you.”

“Thank you, but none of this could be possible without you. And Tony.”

“Don’t be silly. Sure we have the money, but the real work is going down there and making it all happen, and that is all you and Jade and the team. My precious little Yuta, such a wonderful thing.”

Wheeler feels his cheeks heat up. “Don’t say anymore or you’ll set me off.”

Regal laughs softly down the phone. “Sorry pet, I’m actually calling because Claudio’s having a slight breakdown. He got the delivery this afternoon of the sushi ingredients for dinner, and well they sent regular rice instead of sushi rice, he’s been on the phone since because he’s adamant that he didn’t order regular rice. Would you mind popping into the Asian store on your way home and grabbing some? I do fear he’s going to burst a few blood vessels if this situation isn’t fixed.”

Wheeler laughs, he can imagine Claudio freaking out in the kitchen, swearing in one of the many languages he can speak about regular rice and sushi rice. God, he really loves his family. “Of course, we’re probably about to start wrapping up here so once we’ve put everything away I’ll head over. I’ll let you know when I’m on my way home.” Home. He loves that that’s home now, that it always will be.

“Thank you pet. I’ll let Claudio know to stop stressing. Have a good rest of your afternoon, love. I miss you.”

Wheeler feels gooey inside. He looks up, finding Chuck and the others gone, the centre is almost empty save for a few people still looking around while the stalls pack up. They’ve had a successful day, they’re going to be able to expand the centre, they’re going to be able to do so much stuff with the money they’ve raised. And now he’s going to be able to go home, to his love, to his family, eat his favourite food surrounded by his favourite people, and then curl up in bed with the man he loves more than anything else in the whole world. He’s been through a lot, he’s dealt with a lot, but at the end of it all, he came out with more than he could have ever dreamed. He found that feeling that he always wanted, the one his father had coming home to his mother. He can’t wait to see Regal even though he only saw him a few hours ago. He can’t wait to see his family. Wheeler is alive, he’s healthy, and he’s at peace. Things couldn’t be any better.

“I miss you too. Don’t worry, I’ll be home soon. I love you.”

Regal makes a warm, pleased sound on the other end of the found. “Yes you will, darling. I love you too. See you soon.”

Wheeler ends the call and slips the phone back into his pocket. He packs the leaflets he’s still clutching into an empty box and stashes them in the backroom, ready for another day. He helps the others break down the displays and the stalls, thanking them all for their hard work and everything they’ve given to the fundraiser.

It’s about an hour before he finally gets back into the car, and tells the driver to stop off at the Asian mart before they head home.

He picks up the rice, laughing to himself as he checks out, still thinking about Claudio receiving the delivery this morning and realising that he hadn’t got the right rice. Claudio is very particular about giving Wheeler the meals he’s asked for, if Wheeler asks for something he gets it, no matter what it is. Wheeler loves Claudio so very much, he really is like his older brother, one that doesn’t bully him like the older brother that Mox is (not that Mox really bullies him per say, but he really does tease him a lot, and he pushes him hard in the gym, so he’s a little bit of a bully.) Claudio takes care of him with a very similar intensity to Regal. It fills Wheeler’s heart to bursting.

Wheeler gets back into the car and sends a quick text to Regal, letting him know that he’s on his way home with the rice. He receives an instant response of little heart emojis that Wheeler taught him how to use.

When he pulls up to the house, his home, he feels that peace settling over him again. He’s home.

Wheeler heads inside, the big bag of sushi rice tucked under his arm, and heads straight for the kitchen.

Claudio’s filleting the fish, buckets of ice next to him to keep it at the right temperature.

“Brüederli! My hero, thank you, Wheeler.” Claudio grins at him, taking the rice from him and giving him a big hug.

“Did everything else arrive okay?”

“Yes, everything is great. Other than the rice everything came correct.”

“Good, I’m really looking forward to dinner. I haven’t had sushi in so long.”

“I hope I can do it justice for you, Wheeler.”

“Everything you make is amazing, so you don’t have to worry,” Wheeler grins at him. “Is William in his office?”

“He was the last time I saw him, but that was a little while ago.”

“Thank you Claudio, see you later for dinner.”

Claudio waves him off, and Wheeler steps out of the kitchen into the hallway, bumping into Mox as he comes down the stairs.

“Yoots! You’re home, Bry and Danny are in the gym, you gonna join us?”

Mox is dressed in his gym gear and has his water bottle in his hand. Wheeler nods, “Let me say hi to William and then I’ll get changed and meet you in there.”

“Jonathon, are you stealing my love away before I’ve even got to see him?”

Regal’s voice comes from behind, and Wheeler turns as he wraps his arms around his waist and pulls him close. “Hello darling.”

“He ain’t going anywhere old man, and besides, you have to learn to share him sometimes. I gotta teach him how to scuffle.”

Wheeler smiles up at Regal, winding their fingers together. “Hey you,” He says softly. “You should come and watch, you haven’t seen what I’ve learnt in a while.”

“You know what love, I think I just might. We have to get you changed first, though.”

“Oh fucks sake, don’t keep him too long old man. Or I will come up to get him no matter what you’re doing.”

Regal raises an eyebrow, “Now now, if you think about doing that I’ll cut your eyes out, flower. Go on, get warmed up, we won’t be long.”

Mox makes over dramatic gagging noises but heads off towards the gym anyway, and Regal tugs him gently towards the stairs.

“How was the rest of your day, love?” Regal asks as they make their way up the stairs to their room.

Wheeler smiles. He decides not to tell Regal about Chuck. He doesn’t need to know, either he’s seen the money leave his account and never told Wheeler or he didn’t notice, and Wheeler isn’t particularly hurt by the fact that he’s dating Orange now. There’s nothing to tell him, nothing that is worth telling him, when his day has been so wonderful and amazing.

Wheeler is safe now. Wheeler has a home, a family that loves him, the man of his dreams, and he makes a difference to the lives of people who really, really need it. Wheeler’s had many, many good days since he came home from the hospital all those months ago, and he knows that he’s going to have many, many more to come. But today, Wheeler thinks today might be a little special. The culmination of everything he’s been through, and how far he’s really come, it all showed out today. He’ll remember this day for a long time.

Wheeler squeezes Regal’s hand as they get into their bedroom. The love he feels for this man and everything they’re building together consumes him.

“Best day ever.” He says, and as Regal smiles at him, Wheeler knows that every day for the rest of forever, is going to be the best day ever.

#writing #william regal x wheeler yuta #chuck taylor x wheeler yuta #bryan danielson x daniel garcia #william regal #wheeler yuta #chuck taylor #bryan danielson #daniel garcia #blackpool combat club

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Ficlet: Work and Play

Story: Work and Play Word count: 1,065 Prompt: Listening to music in a pillowfort Also available at: AO3 and Wattpad and dreamwidth Summary: Roux discovers someone in her pillowfort.

"Dada? Why are you hiding?" Roux peered into the pillowfort they had built together in his gaming room the day before. It was a bit worse for wear now, but Roux had fussed whenever Seth or Becky tried to take it down, so they let it be.

Seth took one of his wireless earbuds out and sat up straighter. "I'm not hiding, sweetheart. I just needed a little rest."

"Oh." Roux nodded and crept a little closer. "Can I rest too?"

"Sure." Seth hadn't exactly been meditating, but he had been enjoying his music while Becky and Roux had been going through Roux's closet. She had just gone through another growth spurt, so Becky wanted to take out the clothes that no longer fit her so they could donate them. "Where's Mama?"

"Putting clothes in a box. I asked if I could find you, and she said yes." Roux crawled up onto his lap and hugged him. "Found!"

"I didn't know I was lost," he teased. "Thank you for finding me!"

Roux reached for the earbud in his hand. "What are you listening to?"

"Just some music." Seth reached for his phone and turned the volume down for Roux's sake. He knew headphones were better for her—and probably him too—but he didn't think a few minutes of music would hurt. "Did you want to hear some?"

"Yeah!" Both Seth and Becky were grateful that Roux didn't seem to like a lot of pop music, but then she had fallen in love with the Frozen movie, so they knew they had to appreciate Roux's musical mimicry as long as they could. Once she started school, she would start listening to more of what her peers liked, and then music in the car would become a challenge.

"Okay. Be careful. This is probably going to be too big for your ear," Seth warned, "but I'll hold it for you, okay?"

"Okay." Roux tilted her head to the side so Seth could try to nestle the earbud in her ear. It didn't fit well, so he gently held it in place and then took his music off pause. "This song reminds me of Mama," he said as it started back up again and wrapped an arm around her.

Roux listened for a few moments, bopping along merrily. "Yeah," she agreed. "It sounds like how Mama's happy after she has coffee."

Seth smiled. The lyrics were probably a bit beyond Roux yet, but she seemed to understand the general vibe of the song: the happiness of simplicity and contentment. "Mama does love her coffee, doesn't she? We should call Uncle Claudio and get him to pick out a new one for her to surprise her."

Roux glanced up at him. "And some chocolate too?"

"We can pick out the chocolate on our own," Seth replied. "We can go shopping one day when Mama's busy writing. We can tell her we'll get out of the house for a bit to give her some quiet so she can work, and then we'll surprise her."

"Yeah! Mama loves chocolate." Roux cuddled closer to his chest and squirmed a bit when the song changed. "Don't like this one."

"Okay." Seth skipped ahead a few until he found another one he thought Roux would like. "Let's try this one." That song appealed to her more and she started to bop her head to the beat.

"Knock knock!" Becky poked her head in the pillowfort entrance. "So this is where the party is!"

"Hi, Mama!" The wireless earbud fell to Seth's lap as Roux clambered out of the pillowfort to hug her mother. "Are you writing tomorrow?"

The question took Becky by surprise. "I was going to work on my book a bit, yeah," she replied, kissing Roux's cheek, "but if there's something you and Dada would like to do...."

Roux shook her head. "No! No, you make more stories. Dada and I can go to... to the park."

"To the park," Becky repeated, glancing at Seth as he made his way out of the pillowfort. "Well, if you really want to go to the park tomorrow, I'm sure Dada would take you. I've got all the clothes boxed up," she added, kissing Seth's cheek as he made it to his feet. "I was going to say we could take that in this afternoon and then have an adventure, but if you're going to the park...."

"Let's do that now," Seth said smoothly. He was going to have to teach Roux how to fib with more subtlety. "Then the box is out of the house and that's one more thing done. And we can stop at 392 on the way back home."

"Yeah!" Roux loved going to the cafe, so she didn't need much convincing; she took off up the stairs to find her shoes and the little purse Becky's mom had bought her.

"So." Becky wrapped her arms around Seth's waist and looked up at him. "The park." She raised an eyebrow and gave him a shrewd look.

Maybe I need fibbing lessons too, he thought. "Just let us do something nice for you, would you?" Seth gave her a slow kiss. "You've been working really hard on your book. Let us get you a surprise. Nothing fancy, I promise."

"Okay." Then she looked down at the pillowfort. "You two could also build me one of these. I'm sick of looking at my office walls. Maybe the change of scenery would help."

"Let's go!" Roux was bouncing up and down in the doorway, gripping her purse with both hands.

"Let's go," Seth agreed. "You two go get your shoes on and I'll put the box in the car." He watched Becky lead Roux to the front door and he smiled as he grabbed the box. Roux was growing in more ways than one—becoming more understanding, more considerate—and he loved watching her learn. For the longest time, he had struggled with finding something to light his way into the future, and now he had two bright stars to guide him there. Balancing work and play had never come easily to him; even now, Becky would say he struggled with letting things be. He was learning, though, and now that play was much more appealing—adventures with his daughter, quality time with his wife—work was finally slipping down into second place.

#combatfaerie fic #rollynch fic #brollins fic

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tatsueigo · 1 year

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SISSY GIMME YUTA/DANNY PRETTY PLEASE? with danny hiding from the jas? 🥺

So, this definitely got out of hand and there is not Danny hiding from JAS, but yeah, I hope you still like it brother. ❤️

Trigger warning: omega!verse, MPREG

"Good morning little boy."

Wheeler picks up Leon from his crib, putting him on the changing table: he is already three months old at that point and the omega simply loves his firstborn.

He changes his baby, and when he is done, he goes downstairs with him. He is home alone at the moment, his alphas are all out to take care of some things, while he had decided to stay in and maybe bring Leon to the park.

Leaving his child on the baby carpet, he wears the wrap baby carrier, putting him in it when it's ready, so that his hands are free. Now he can do whatever he wants and Leon can simply fall asleep another time if he wants.

He isn't waiting for anyone, his mates won't be back before some hours, so he is astonished when someone rings the bell. Leon is luckily awake, so the sound doesn't wake him up.

"Let's go see who is at the door, mh?"

He asks gently and Leon just smiles at him. Wheeler loves his kid so much, those little smiles always warm his heart.

When he finally opens the door, Wheeler smiles: he wasn't expecting Danny to be there, but they are best friends, he likes the surprise.

"Hi Danny, come in!"

He steps to the side and Danny enters the spacious house, observing little Leon.

"Am I disturbing? I can… go and come back."

Danny feels suddenly nervous and he doesn't fully understand why. Paul is his best friend and has already a kid, so he can surely help him.

"No, you are totally fine! My mates are out and I was just about to feed the little man here."

The BCC member motions to follow him in the kitchen, so that he can prepare the milk for Leon.

"You can sit on the couch, or here at the kitchen counter. By the way, is everything okay?"

Daniel's smell seems off somehow and he is concerned now. While waiting for an answer, he prepares the milk for Leon Alexander, checking the temperature more than one time.

He sits on the couch with the bottle and cautiously takes his son out of the carrier, setting him on the right arm. As soon as he brings the bottle near his mouth, Leon starts drinking and Yuta looks at his best friend.

"Since two or three days I'm not feeling really well, Paul. I wake up and have to run to the bathroom because of the nausea. Generally I feel more tired, so Chris is not really happy about this." He sighs for a moment, taking a deep breath. "I am here to ask you… how did you discover you were pregnant?"

Daniel sits down next to him, nervous: last time, he and Eddie hadn't used protections, plus his heat was already late.

"I discovered it in the seventh week after I fainted during training. My mates were concerned because I wasn't hit, nor did I fall before the episode. They brought me to doc. Sampson and, after some tests, he gave me the good news. It was right on Claudio's birthday too." He explains without averting his gaze from the JAS member. "I started with morning sickness almost ten days after, but… I would say we need a trip to the pharmacy."

He would take one of his hands to support him, but can't at the moment. Luckily Leon seems to be done, so he stands up, takes a bib which he puts on his right shoulder. From the leaning position he brings Leon on a standing one against said bin, patting him lightly on the back until he lets out a little burp.

"Uh… can I… hold him?"

Danny is a bit unsure as to why he wants to, he just feels the urge to. Maybe it's pregnant omega instinct?

"Sure! Keep your arm like this, I’ll put him in the right position over it.”

Yuta gently shows him how he should keep his arm, smiling encouraging: he can see that Danny is tense, but all would surely be okay. When he is sure his best friend is calm, he puts Leon with the head in the crook of his elbow, the baby’s butt instead on his hand.

It takes him much willpower to not take Leon back, since the little boy is crying because of being separated from him… He still feels so overprotective and it is always difficult for him when little Leon cries. Daniel looks at the baby and then at Yuta, not sure about what he should do: should he give him back? Maybe Leon doesn’t want to stay with a stranger? Maybe he doesn’t feel comfortable with him. Without noticing, Danny starts to rock him slightly. He realizes something has changed only when he can’t hear the cry anymore and, looking down, he notices that Leon is cradled against him, all smiles.

“Hi Leon.”

Daniel wants to carefully touch his little chest, but is taken aback when the little boy grabs his pinkie finger. He definitely wasn’t expecting that, but doesn’t try to get free, he just lets him do it. A sudden laugh from Wheeler brings his attention to his best friend, a silent question in his gaze.

“Sorry, but this is so cute and I think you are the first one to actually bond so quickly with him. Even for the Bucks and Kenny it took them a while, but with you I didn’t even need to use my scent to calm him down.”

Leon lets out some Ah-goos to get their attention back and Daniel laughs amused. He feels like his heart is warming up to that little boy.

"If I am pregnant… would you mind me coming some times to visit and taking a bit care of him?"

He rocks Leon gently, always careful not to risk making him fall.

"You can come whenever you want, even in the case that you're not pregnant, and I'll be happy to help you out with learning anything!" Wheeler smiles and puts a hand on his shoulder. "I think it's time to go. Since he is still awake, we can stop at a park near the pharmacy and when we come back you can take the test."

Danny nods at his words: he can't wait forever to take the test, he is there because he doesn't want to do it alone. He wants that baby so hard, if that is the cause of his illness; he had asked Eddie so many times after all. Wheeler takes Leon from his arms, putting him in an upright position against his shoulder, holding his head and neck with one hand, while with the other he holds his lower back. He has to change his clothes, then they can head out.

"I'll be right back, give me some minutes."

Wheeler disappears in the nursery, changing Leon quickly into a BCC onesie, complete with a long sleeved t-shirt and sweatpants.

As he gets out of the nursery, Leon another time against his shoulder, he gets to the stroller, where he settles his little boy down.

"Danny come help me for a moment, please."

He asks, taking Leon's jacket and wool hat: he can do it alone, but he is sure that his friend won't mind lending a hand for a moment.

"Keep a hand behind his neck and head, while I put him the jacket."

He gently guides Danny's hand to keep the baby's head right, smiling encouraging at him and when he is sure his friend is confident enough, he proceeds.

When the little one is settled, he wears a jacket too and they all finally leave the house. At the pharmacy Wheeler buys two pregnancy tests, one for himself too: it's not that he thinks he may be pregnant another time; Danny may be less nervous if he does one too in solidarity. As they are sitting on a bench in the park, Wheeler moves the stroller slightly, trying to get Leon to sleep.

"Were you and Eddie trying to have a baby? Or would it be a surprise like Leon here?"

Wheeler wanted to know more, he would be more than happy for him though, maybe their babies could become friends just like them.

"We kind of wanted one, or at least I wanted one. He was okay with it, but he wanted to wait until you came back and unified the titles. He definitely wanted one too though and last heat we did it without any precautions…"

Yeah, he is most probably pregnant with all those hints. Plus wanting to bond with that baby means something, no?

"He'll surely be happy about it. I can understand you are nervous though. Everything will be fine."

Since they stop hearing movements or sounds from the stroller, they both look into it where Leon is sleeping peacefully. Wheeler smiles and stands up, going back home followed shortly behind by Daniel. Once home, he lets the other omega help him another time, and when he finally leaves the little boy in his crib, switching the baby monitor on, so that he can hear him at any given time.

"Now that he is asleep, we can go and take that test. If you're too nervous I can take it too. I'll be here with you anyway."

Yuta gives him one of the tests and guides him to the bathroom. He waits at the door, while Daniel seems to be thinking about what to do or to say.

"I would appreciate it if you could take one too. Please."

It would make him less nervous, that for sure and he is glad that his best friend nods and enters the bathroom too. Wheeler shows him what to do and takes it first, not looking while Danny did the same thing. He is more than sure that his will be negative, they have to focus on Danny's.

The younger omega still has it in his hands, which are trembling, so Wheeler massages his shoulders, to make him relax. The five minutes pass quickly and Wheeler looks at Danny: what does he want to do?

"Do you want to read the test? Or should I do it?"

He doesn't get a real answer, only Daniel passing him his test, an almost terrified look in his eyes.

"Everything will be okay, you can call me whenever you want, if something is worrying you, okay?" As Daniel nods at him, the neo mama looks at the test and smiles brightly. There are two clear blue lines on it, there is no doubt. "Well… congratulations on becoming a mom! I'm so happy for you."

Danny has tears streaming down his face: he is incredule, even though it had been quite obvious. He can't be happier though: his dream is finally becoming reality.

"And I should for sure mind my own business, but I think at this point you would better move in with Eddie. If you do, it'll be easier for him to take care of both of you."

Wheeler's attention is caught by his own phone buzzing in his pants. As he takes it out, he notices a message from Eddie.

From: Uncle Eddie

Is Daniel there with you? Those JAS idiots told me so, but he doesn't answer his phone. -

Read 2:13pm

To: Uncle Eddie

Yes, he is here! Could you come over? Don't worry, it's only me, Leon and Danny, my mates are out for some hours. -

Read 2:14pm

From: Uncle Eddie

Thank you, I was seriously worried. Give me ten minutes and I'm there. -

Read 2:15pm

"Eddie will be here in 10 minutes! He is worried about you and didn't trust your teammates when they told him you were here." He announces, holding up a hand before he can say anything. "I can help you put something together to give him the good news, it'll probably be easier to announce it that way."

Daniel looks at him with hopeful eyes, nodding vigorously.

"Yes. Please…"

He murmurs, following Wheeler silently in the nursery, where they keep the onesies. Wheeler tries to keep as quiet as possible to not wake Leon up, while searching for a good one, which isn't customized.

Once he finds it, they get out, and he finally shows him a onesie which says: Hello daddy, can't wait to meet you! ❤️

"It's perfect. I'll never be able to thank you enough, Paul."

Daniel is about to cry another time and he doesn't really like it. The hormones are already fucking with his mood… He has never felt so moody like that day, after all. He follows Yoots in some other rooms, where the BCC member searches for a small box and some wrapping paper. With Danny's help he puts everything in the box and then wraps it up, just in time before Eddie rings the bell.

Wheeler simply motions Danny to sit on the couch in the living room, while he answers the door.

"Hi uncle Eddie!" Wheeler smiles and lowers his voice. "He is in the living room, on the couch. He is a bit moody, but has something really important to tell you." He motions with the hand towards the living room, while letting him in.

"Thank you Yoots." Eddie follows where Yoots motioned, sitting finally next to his omega.

"Okay guys, I'll go check on Leon, you two take however much time you need to talk; don't worry about it!"

Wheeler smiles encouragingly at Danny, getting back in the nursery: Leon isn't awake, but he wants to leave them their privacy, as it is an important and privat situation.

Since Eddie is finally there, Danny feels even more nervous, but the smell of his alpha calms him slowly down. He nudges his head into Eddie's neck, leaving a kiss, while the alpha brings an arm around his waist, bringing him even closer.

"Whatever the problem might be, we can solve it together, babe. I won't leave your side, you can always count on me."

Eddie speaks low and reassuringly, intertwining a hand in his.

"I have something important to tell you. But first, please open this small gift."

Danny hands him the wrapped box, which Eddie carefully unwraps and then opens. What he notices first is the positive pregnancy test, which he takes in one hand, moving his gaze from it to Danny, then another time on the two blue lines. As he notices the onesie, he unfolds it and smiles brightly at the graphic.

"I am pregnant, papa bear."

He, reluctantly, leaves his neck area and looks at him, tapping with one finger his own lips, in a silent demand for a kiss.

"You are being a needy brat right now, babe."

Eddie grins, but waits for his answer.

"But I'm YOUR needy brat, Papa Bear and I want my kisses."

Daniel pouts, but at least it seems like Eddie has taken the news really well.

"I'm beyond happy, babe. Thank you for this surprise."

And now Eddie finally kisses him, giving in to his pouty facial expression.

"We need to go and take all your things from the JAS."

He declares as soon as they divide. He doesn't want to have him with them while pregnant. He wants his omega and his baby all for himself.

"What…"

Danny doesn't understand, he simply looks at his alpha with a questioning look.

"I always let you stay with them because they are your stable and 2.0 could help you with heat, if I couldn't be there. But now… now I want you and this child to be with me 24/7. So you are moving in with me from today."

There was no way in hell that he would let him still stay with them: he was pregnant now, so Eddie seriously wanted to be able to take care of him and their baby as much as possible.

“Are you trying to kidnap me, or what?”

Daniel asks with a chuckle, but nods: he would surely need his presence more during those long months.

“You are my mate and are giving me our first baby. That’s not what I would call a kidnap. It’s more having you move in, so that I can take care of you like I couldn’t before. Matt and Angelo can come visit you, since they are your dads. Plus… you can still come with me to the shows, as long as it’s not too much for you, so you can still see all the others too.”

He would allow only 2.0 in his house, he can’t stand anyone in JAS, apart from his omega, let alone Chris Jericho, but Danny’s daddies have been so helpful to him in the past.

Daniel smiles at those words: he couldn’t say no and at the same time he was glad that Eddie was so possessive and protective of him.

“I love you Papa Bear, this little human too.”

“I love you too, babe, this little bear too.”

#fanfiction #omega!verse #fluff #daniel garcia #wheeler yuta #eddie kingston #my verse #implied mpreg

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flownintothesun · 9 months

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⋆ ✰ ⋆ ─── ❝ 𝐭𝐮𝐫𝐧 𝐚𝐫𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐝. 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐝𝐨𝐧’𝐭 𝐧𝐞𝐞𝐝 𝐭𝐨 𝐬𝐞𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐩𝐚𝐫𝐭. ❞ 𝐌𝐮𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐥 @ 𝐌𝐚𝐫𝐢𝐧

⋆ ✰ ⋆ ─── ..𝐛𝐮𝐭 𝐝𝐨𝐧'𝐭 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐝𝐚𝐫𝐞 𝐭𝐨𝐮𝐜𝐡 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐦. ( @batteredoptimist )

𝐋𝐎𝐎𝐊𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐀𝐓 𝐌𝐔𝐑𝐈𝐄𝐋 𝐋𝐈𝐊𝐄 𝐓𝐇𝐈𝐒 — all fire and fury and hell-bent on revenge with his broad chest heaving and eyes wild, most people would see a monster. The monster that he’d warned her about in the beginning. But Marin is no stranger to desperation. There are things that she hasn’t spoken of in regards to the aftermath of the compound going boom — things that are better kept inside, where they cannot haunt her loves. There’s the smell of burning flesh, and how Marin has slowly converted to vegetarianism and coaxes Muriel that way too when she can — not because she doesn’t like meat, but because she can’t stand the smell of it lingering in the flat. She’d seen limbs detached from bodies — and heard screams even through the ringing in her ears. The aftermath of what she’s done is the closest she can approximate the notion of hell. And yet, she had done what she’d had to do. Just like Muriel will now do what he has to do...what he always had to do, whether or not she and Rosie were a part of it.

Marin doesn’t need to ask to know that her loved one has raided this place like an avenging angel — with a body count that shouldn’t be possible from one man alone. But she’s always known that in the end, he would come for she and Rosie. Rosie — who has seen more than she has — who had stumbled in after their sweetheart in a manner that had left little to the imagination. And now, Claudio Renaldi has been cornered on his own chessboard — and Marin has no pity for this man who had taken them from their home and the peace that the three of them had clawed and scraped to find after everything. She only regrets that Muriel has had to become the worst version of himself to pick up the pieces. She’s not a naive girl — her love is a good man, a kind and gentle soul. His hands have known violence and have delivered death — but it was never what he wanted, and she is not afraid of him — even dripping with the blood of other men.

Wrapping her arm around her precious Rose, who is shaking like a leaf, she draws her lass into her — cupping the back of her fluffy head, and resting it against the crook of her neck, placing her hand over one of her ears. The three of them protect each other — it’s what they do. Hopefully this will be the last time. She feels Rosie’s trembling hand come to rest over the gentle swell of her belly — and it’s that motion that makes Marin’s resolve stumble a little bit. She remembers how scared they’d both been back in the flat, can’t imagine going back to it now. “Come here, precious girl,” she soothes. She knows Rosie’s trying to soothe her too. “I’ve got you, darling, let’s be a good girl and look away like Muriel’s asked, okay? We’re going to go home soon — and I’m going to hold you both close, and we’re going to be okay. It’s over now. Just close your eyes, sweet girl.”

And with that, Marin looks to Muriel — nodding as she shuffles herself and Rosie to the far side of the room by the door. They’re all covered in blood by now, there’s no getting past it. They’ll have to start over again — but first, Muriel will have his moment, and she won’t stand in the way. She buries her face into Rosie’s hair, kissing gently. She smells of lemons and cologne — not like herself. Marin’s heart aches as she, too, looks away — letting Muriel be whatever he needs to be in this moment. She knows the truth. He could never be a monster — no matter how much the world tries to make him into one.

#batteredoptimist #♡ 𝚁𝙾𝚂𝙸𝙴 & 𝙼𝚄𝚁𝙸𝙴𝙻 & 𝙼𝙰𝚁𝙸𝙽 ⤷ no storm can take my eyes from you.#➤ 𝚇𝚅𝙸. 𝚃𝙷𝙴 𝚃𝙾𝚆𝙴𝚁 ┊ marin gunderson.#gore cw #blood cw #implied abuse cw #murder cw #violence cw #bomb cw #explosion cw #dead bodies cw #dismemberment cw #burning flesh cw #pregnancy cw

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𝐢 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞 𝐲𝐨𝐮

𝐟𝐞𝐚𝐭𝐮𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠: diluc, kaeya, zhongli, childe, dainsleif, and tohma

𝐬𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐲: even when he's fucking you into the mattress, he still holds you tenderly and tells you how much he loves you

𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠(𝐬): wholesome sex, slight size kink, hand-holding during sex, breeding kink, unprotected sex.

𝐠𝐞𝐧𝐝𝐞𝐫: gender neutral

𝐧𝐨𝐰 𝐩𝐥𝐚𝐲𝐢𝐧𝐠: come here ー sabrina claudio

jnidvbfbgffb- shut up, i'm weak to wholesome sex and hand-holding, it makes me a screeching and blushing mess-

this is such a messーi'm really bad at writing smut so i apologize that this is really cringey, but i hope you enjoy it nonetheless.

The small tears that begin to form in your ( eye color ) hues make your vision blur, but even that's not enough to hide the adoration that's being thrown your way. The man above you is completely nude, his upper torso shining with sweat.

You couldn't blame himーhe was sliding in and out of you at a slow and almost tantalizing pace.

And yetーit didn't even feel lewd at all, no no, it felt wonderful. You could feel the sheer amount of love behind each thrust and pull of his cock as he pumped himself into you.

" Hnn?"

In your daze, you felt something sliding onto your hand. Your mind didn't register it immediately. But it clicked when the space between your fingers were filled.

His hand.

He was holding your hand.

ahー

You could feel the tears that had built up now spilling over. You wanted to cover your faceーyour crying face that was now being shown. It was embarrassing, to be crying over something as mundane and simple as this.

And yet, it felt wonderful.

Yes, wonderful, such a nice feeling.

You laughed, happily. You were happy, really happy. You loved him. You really loved him.

Before he could say anything, anything to ask why you were laughing, you spoke in between peals of soft laughter and happy tears.

" I love you."

He paused, his hips stilling in its slow thrusts, as those intimate words lingered in the air.

You spoke again, not really caring if he thought your laughter was weirdーyou wanted him to at least know.

" Hehe, I love you!" you giggled.

He blinkedーonce, twice. Then he smiled.

It was a real smile, a genuine one. You'd always thought it was pretty, but seeing it like this was amazing. He leaned close, gently cradling your bare body until his forehead touched yours, and your eyes met each other.

" I love you too."

His lips brushed against yours briefly, before they fully pressed down, and he lovingly sealed his lips against yours.

His hips began to move again. His lips ate up your moans as his cock began to press against every single one of your sensitive spots again.

You couldn't help but tangle your fingers in his hair as he deepened the kiss and the feeling of another orgasm was building up. You could only whimper as his hips met yours over and over.

And yetー

You were okay with that.

You loved him.

You loved him so much.

𝐃𝐈𝐋𝐔𝐂 is one for love-making, much preferring to gently hold you close as his cock slowly slides in and out of you. As he often has your legs propped up onto his shoulders, you can bet that he'll pepper them with soft kisses will of adoration, making sure to take his time with each kiss.

Of course, missionary is his usual go-to when he's making love to you, as it allows for him to hold you tenderly and be able to kiss you, while his hips meet yours. Diluc is soft for holding your hand, his lips breaking into a soft smile as he watches your finger intertwine together.

Diluc makes sure to constantly tell you how much he loves when the two of you are tangled in his sheets, his voice often interrupted by his grunts and soft hisses, and your soft moans as your back slightly arches as his and your orgasms build up.

Then he spills his hot searing cum into you, and you come undone as well.

𝐊𝐀𝐄𝐘𝐀, despite his cocky and playboy persona, is actually weak to gentle and loving sex with you. Even with all of his teasing jabs while he fingered and spread you open, soaking up your cries and moans with an almost sadistic fervor. But when his cock slides into you, and you tenderly hold him close and kiss his cheek, he seems to break almost.

His teasing words are still there, but there's something else hidden behind them. Adoration. Even with you sitting on his lap while rolling your hips and his hand on your ass, Kaeya holds you gentlyーfondly. He kisses your shoulder, only occasionally gazing in your direction when he knows you're too dazed to care.

Even with every position the two of you takeーeven with him fucking into you from behind, he still has at least one hand on yours, his fingers tightly laced with yours as his cock throbs inside of you.

Then he spills himself inside of you, keeping his hips taut against yours, not wasting a single drop.

𝐙𝐇𝐎𝐍𝐆𝐋𝐈 is such a gentleman, and the way he makes love with you is a major reflection of this. He's already gentle enough, always going at a slow and gentle pace, but these times are even more so if that's even possible. He has you orgasming before he even sinks his cock in you. But when he finally does, he never goes at an increased pace, wanting to treasure every single moment of the two of you becoming one.

He keeps you in the same positionーunless you say otherwise. Zhongli will pull back from your tight embrace to admire you, and to take in the sight of you before he slides back down and continues. He lets out poetic words of how beautiful and amazing you are, comparing you to the finest jewels of Liyueーa dazzling gem.

His cock is enough to make you drool from trying to take all of it in one go. Zhongli likes to look down at your stomach and will place a hand on it as if to feel his cock bulge. It makes you whimper from the slight pressure, and he seems transfixed on it, watching it with such a fascination.

His lips will seal themselves against yours when he finally reaches his peak, your arms holding him close while his thick load spills into you, and he lets out muffled grunts and groans. He looks so beautiful like that.

𝐂𝐇𝐈𝐋𝐃𝐄 is very energetic and kinky when he's fucking up into you, but there are times when he can be loving and gentle. His fingers laced with yours, your legs wrapped tightly around his waist as his hips rock gently against yours. He will say some teasing words here and there, chuckling at your whimpers and cries. And yetーhe still kisses your face all over gently, as if to reassure you.

He usually has you bent over the bed, preferring to fuck you from behind as his cock drives deeper and deeper into you. He still does do this when he's making love, but it's much more gentleーloving. Childe even holds your hands the whole time, while he slowly slides his fat cock in and out of you.

But he does occasionally like to do missionary if he's feeling more sentimental, having your legs spread out as he gently fucks into you. Childe's kisses are sloppy, drool dribbling down your chin, but even you can feel the amount of love behind each thrust and sloppy kiss.

When Childe finally cums, he keeps his hips against yours, tightly. The man has a huge breeding kink, but even if you can't get pregnant, he still likes cumming inside and staining your insides white with his cum.

𝐃𝐀𝐈𝐍𝐒𝐋𝐄𝐈𝐅 is always making love to you, much preferring to always have loving sex with you. He always makes sure that you know how much he loves and adores you, whispering out words of adoration and love as he slides in and out of you. He will continuously pepper your face with soft kisses while his hips gently rock into yours.

He is honestly alright with any position that you wantーsince he's so whipped for you. But Dainsleif actually prefers missionary, since it allows him to tenderly hold you close while he can kiss and whisper his love for you. He always holds your hand

It takes some time for you to adjust to his fat cockーit's so big that you wonder how it even fits in you. You're pretty sure that it causes a slight tummy bulge tooーsince your stomach is so sore afterward. But then again, that could be from how deep he pushes himself into you, practically rearranging your insides just to fit all of him.

Right before he cums, he pulls away from your embrace, and you swear that you can see small pearls of tears form in his eyes. But he kisses you before you can confirm that. Then, he finally spills his thick and searing cum into you, effectively making feel so so full.

𝐓𝐎𝐇𝐌𝐀 is actually quite flustered and embarrassed when the two of you have wholesome sex. Being able to hold hands like this, lovingly gazing into your eyes while his cock slides in and out you make him red in the face and turn his brain to mush. Since he's so used often slamming himself into you without restraint, so this is a nice pace from the usual.

He buries his face into your shoulder, not wanting you to hear hisーin his headーembarrassing whines and moans as he enjoy the feeling of being able to thoroughly savor these moments. He hugs you very close to him, wanting to feel your bare body arch against his as he pulls another orgasm out of you. Sometimes he'll even bury his face in your chest, making you squeak from the sudden action.

His goofy personality will shine throughーhe grins cheekily and lets out happy chuckles, making sure to kiss your cheek. It's enough to make you giggle in returnーbefore he purposefully grazes your sensitive spot with his cock. Tohma's such a cheeky bastard.

When Tohma reaches his peak, he slams his lips against yoursーin such a bruising manner. He eats up your moans and cries, holding you close as he finally cums. He empties his load inside of you, the sudden rush of searing cum filling you up, and pushing you over the edge as well.

#genshin impact x reader #genshin impact smut #sub reader #diluc x reader #diluc smut #kaeya x reader #kaeya smut #zhongli x reader #zhongli smut #childe x reader #childe smut #dainsleif x reader #dainsleif smut #tohma x reader #tohma smut #thoma x reader #thoma smut

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severelytalentless · 3 years

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Stacey’s Mom Part 5

PoolBoy!Yuuji x Cougar!Reader

This one was really hard. Love is hard to write. I got very much into my feelings.

I think it might be the last chapter in this series. They're breaking my heart. I'm fully in tears.

Find the rest of this series here

18+ content: sexual scenarios & strong language, aged up yuuji, age gap, confessions of love, angst, consensual adulterous sex, creampie, *the L word*

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(japanese denim - daniel caesar)

"We don't need these.." Yuuji stands before you, staring down into your eyes, slowly removing the cuffs you just put on yourself. He hears the disappointment in your little huff, he smiles and shakes his head.

“I don't want to fuck you..” he drops the cuffs on the floor and rubs your wrists in his big hands. His fingers brush your hair behind your ear. Your heart drops and embarrassment creeps up your neck.

Did you go too far?

Shit, we're the cuffs too much?

The look of disgust on your husband's face when you showed them to him flashes in your memory and your cheeks flush. You drop your eyes, feeling shame burn your face.

He holds your blushing cheek, lifts your chin and presses his lips to yours before you can ask forgiveness. You close your eyes. He never fails to make your heart swell. He breaks the kiss and pulls you into him by your waist. That genuine beautiful smile dimples his cheeks.

“I want to make love to you..”

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His sensual words send a wave of chills flowing through you. His lips meet your neck and you swoon, holding onto his strong shoulders as he kisses down to your collarbone.

“I wanna go slow..” you love the way his rough hands rub gently over your body as he whispers into your skin.

“Yuuji..” you smile and breathe his name, running your fingers into his hair as he continues kissing down along the lacey edge of your bra. He unclasps it behind your back and it falls to the floor with the cuffs and your robe. He kneads your breasts as your hands slide down his strong arms.

“I want your hands on me..” he takes your hips and lifts you off the floor with ease. You grin down at him and wrap your legs around his waist. His strength makes you feel so weightless and giddy. He loves the cute giggly squeal you let out when he gently tosses you back onto the bed. You stretch out naked over the sheets, arching your back and rolling your head.

Yuuji just looks at you.

He’s never seen anything as beautiful as you.

He wants you like this all the time.

“You're so fucking perfect..”

“Yuuji, baby, you’re too much..” you tease because the way he’s staring makes you bashful.

Your husband doesn’t look at you like this.

Like he’s seen an angel.

Like you’re made of gold.

Yuuji keeps going as he climbs onto the bed.

“I never stop thinking about you..” he starts at your feet and runs his palms slowly up your legs.

“You're always on my mind..” he squeezes your thighs and the fat of your hips. You squirm and huff, blushing like mad at all this affection. It’s abundantly clear that this boy is crazy about you. He leans down and kisses your hips, then your belly, trailing his lips up your soft skin.

“Honey..I—“ he sucks at your nipple making you sigh. He continues his confession.

“I have dreams where you're mine..and we don’t have to hide this..” he’s making your heart hurt, but his slow needy hands soothe the ache and send it to your core. You spread your legs and let him lay between them. He kisses up onto your neck and your breath drags heavy next to his ear as he presses his hips to yours. His cock nudges at your entrance then slides up along your folds, bumping your clit, making you whimper. He takes your face in his hands and the yearning in his eyes stops your heart from beating.

“I want you all to myself, Y/N..I can’t help it..”

He kisses you. You swoon and caress his neck. Then his cock pushes into your tight cunt and you moan into his mouth.

He rocks against you, slowly sinking in inch by inch until you’re full of him. He breaks the kiss and you both groan as he bottoms out and holds himself inside you.

Your hot skin feels like silk against his.

Your velvety walls hug him so perfectly.

He wants to stay here forever.

“Yuuji..I want you too..but I—“ he kisses you again. He drops his weight down on you as he begins to thrust slowly inside you. He cradles your head and whispers in your ear.

“Does he make you happy?” You let out a whimper, too afraid of the answer. His steady movements drag his cock in and out of your slippery cunt. He sucks on your neck sending chills vibrating down your body. You’ve never felt so much passion.

“Does he make love to you like this?” You don’t need to speak, your moans tell him the truth. His pelvis grinds pressure against your clit and you roll your head back, dropping your jaw to release more gorgeous sounds. You hug him tight. He’s buried so deep inside you, spreading you wide with his pulsing cock. Tears prick your eyes at the sheer pleasure of his weight and warmth wrapped around you.

You feel treasured, wanted, needed by him. It’s all too much.

“He doesn’t deserve you..” his thrusts become stronger, evidence of his frustration with the man you call your husband.

Yuuji knows he can treat you better, he can make you happier.

“He could never love you like I do..”

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(death & texas - daniel caesar)

Yuuji has always known.

This was never just a crush.

Crushes are fleeting. They burn white-hot and eat you up, but quickly exhaust their fuel and fizzle into nothing.

This was never a crush.

His feelings for you have been smoldering like glowing coals at the bottom of his heart for years, ever since he met you that day at school.

But he was so young, and you were untouchable.

Those feelings may have been covered in ashes over time, invisible from the outside, but he could always feel the heat.

He dated a few girls in high school and got loads of attention his first year in college, being the sweet handsome guy that he is. But no one ever set him on fire, not like you did that first day by the pool.

He can’t put it out. He’s burning all the time for you.

He doesn't know what he's gonna do if you don't feel the same way.

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You're trying not to lose it. The mixture of hot sex and his blunt confession is making it so hard to think straight.

What are you supposed to say? You can barely speak with the way he's splitting you apart like this.

"Ohh..Yuuji..baby-please.." you pant and moan as he thrusts into you. He nips along your jaw and down your neck. Your sweat melts together with his and you slide against each other.

"I know you feel it too..please don't deny it.." he sounds so sincere, tears well up in your eyes, he rolls his hips and kisses you again.

Your heart twists. Your body tenses. You know it's true.

You do. You love this boy.

Your world crumbles and you drown in the overwhelming emotions.

“Yuuji-Yuuji..cumming—‘m cum-cumming! I’m cumming! Uhh please!” He lays into you with everything he has and you tumble from the peak of your climax, wrapping your legs around him, pulling him deeper into you, clawing at his neck and shoulders, crying out for him.

Your desperation sends him over the edge as well and he digs into you, filling you with his cum, driving it up inside you like he wants you pregnant. His forceful moans only make your cunt clench tighter around him. You can't catch your breath.

(messages from her - sabrina claudio)

He collapses, heaving breaths against your neck.

You burst into tears. He tries to lift off you, but you're holding him so tightly.

What are you gonna do...

You love him...

But you can't be with him..it's just not possible..

Your soft whimpering cries shatter Yuuji's heart into a million pieces. You don't have to explain, he knows what they're for. He just holds you, stroking your skin. You hiccup and nuzzle into his shoulder, calming yourself enough to speak.

"I love you.."

The whispered words are a blessing coming from your lips...

"but..I-"

"I know.."

"Yuuji.." the tears keep rolling down your cheeks.

This hurts so much. Why does it have to hurt so much?

He brushes the tears from your face and looks into your eyes.

He smiles through the pain because he finally knows you love him too.

"Y/N..I know I can't have you..but I'm always gonna love you.."

You sniffle and kiss him, still clutching him like he might disappear at any moment.

"I still want to try.."

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@himiko-omikami @ambiguous-something @darkrose1989 @angelalje

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aficwhore · 3 years

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Truth Is

Chapter 1: A Night Many Months Ago

Frankie "Catfish" Morales x F!reader

Summary: When reuniting for the mission in Colombia, Frankie and the reader (nicknamed "Chipmunk"), bicker due to their rocky past. After some angry exchanges, a few truths come out, changing both of their perspectives. Will the relationship be mended? Or once this is over, will they go back to the way things were before?

Word Count: 3K

Warnings: explicit language, blood, violence, guns/weapons, lots of angst and emotions, infidelity, talk of sex and sexual encounters, drinking, mentions of drugs, talk of death, and talk of mental health(PTSD, depression).

A/N: This was inspired by the song "Truth Is" by Sabrina Claudio. I want to make this a series (my first series ever), but it's still being decided, so please let me know if you want this to be continued! And I am still taking requests and prompts! Thanks Lovelies <3

"Cmon, please Chip, we can't do this without you." Santiago begged, his hands clasped together in front of him to show his desperation as he stood before me in my small apartment kitchen. I sighed, glancing around our surroundings. He had come to ask about joining one last escapade, one last job and we'd all be set for the rest of our lives.

Finally breaking the silence and meeting his weary gaze, "Who all have you rounded up? If Will or Benny said no, there's no way I'm doing it without them." I took another deep breath, turning to continue the dishes I had been doing when Pope showed up.

Santi's face began to light up, his stance growing slightly as he grinned, "Great! They both wanted in, so did Tom." Seeming relieved he leaned against the counter next to the sink and crossed his arms.

"And F-Fish?" I hesitated, pausing the scrubbing on the porcelain dish in my hand. It felt like the air in my lungs no longer existed. My heart began to pound it's way up my throat and into my ears.

His head dipped down, feeling the concern laced in my voice. Clearing his voice, he quietly explained "Haven't asked him yet, he was last on my list."

I silently placed the last dish onto the rack near the sink and wiped my wet hands on my jeans, looking down and watching the wet marks gradually making themselves known. No longer forcing myself to make eye contact, I nodded at the ground.

"Look, querida, if you two just talked I'm sure it would work out." He pushed himself off the counter and stepped towards me, reaching a hand out and gently rubbing my shoulder to console me. "But don't let this change your mind, we really do need you."

"When are you going to mention it to him?" I breathed out, wanting to keep any and all emotions at bay. His hand on my arm squeezed, as if he was trying to give me some courage.

"Tonight, at Benny's fight, I thought his spirits would be up enough to persuade him." He chuckled lightly, knowing his plan was to take a little bit of advantage of Frankie's mood.

I laughed softly, "Definitely sounds like a Santi move if you ask me."

He smirked and shook his head "I know, shame on me." As he dropped his hand back to his side he quirked, "You should come tonight, we can go out for drinks after the fight, relax a little before we leave tomorrow."

It took me a second to register what he said, but when I did I burst out "wait what?! Tomorrow? Santi, why didn't you tell me that? You forgot the biggest detail!"

He cowered down slightly, rubbing the back of his neck "Because I knew you'd yell at me, it was worth a shot putting off the anger a little longer." He smiled coyly.

Rolling my eyes I couldn't help but forgive his dumb smile. "Well it starts soon, why don't I get my things real quick and we can head to the arena together?"

His smile widened, "Of course!" I grabbed my purse and keys, making sure to turn off the lights and lock the door behind me. As we made our way down the elevator and out to his car, Santi told me a few details about the missions and the plan. But once we got into his rinky dink ford truck, I turned to him.

"About Frankie, I'm sure one of the boys told you, but just in case; his license was revoked." Santi's face contorted with confusion.

"What? How? Did he crash or hurt somebody?" He questioned quickly.

After taking a breath of courage I spoke, "No Pope. He-He was caught with coke."

Santi stayed quiet, turning the engine on. "I don't get it" A sad expression plastered on his face.

With a furrow in my brow I spoke again, "What don't you get? He was doing drugs, hardcore ones at that". I began to ramble more, "For what reason, I'm not sure, maybe the PTSD and depression. Maybe he felt he had no one to go to-"

"Stop. I know." He cut me off while finally shifting the gear into drive and moving up forward. "You can't blame anyone for this. All we can do is move on and help him. He's our friend, okay? But I know he's still the same Fish, just a little turned around."

"I know, okay. I can't help it. From what the boys told me, he seems to be a lot better." I added, stirring in my seat. "Anyways, it's been awhile since all of us have been back together. It's exciting."

Santi snickered, "But didn't you all hang out while I've been out of the U.S.?"

Seeing that we're close to the arena's parking garage I explained, "I mean, yea, but only me, Ironhead, Benny and Fish. I haven't talked to Redfly in months, we all had a fallout with him. Especially me."

"Tom didn't say anything when I talked to him, Do you wanna fill me in?" He asked with a quirked eyebrow.

Huffing, I turn to face him, telling him the events of that night.

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The four of us, the Millers, Frankie and I sat on my couch, watching TV and talking, when we hear a bang at the door. I got up to open it and find Tom slumped on the doorway. He looked rough and smelled like he had been drinking the past several days. "Woah, Tom, you're really drunk, and you drove here?"

He snapped, beginning to yell, "Who are you to judge me? Huh? My wife left me, this is how I cope." He angrily pushed his way past me and tumbled into the living room. He was greeted with the boys standing around him with concerned faces.

"What the hell were you thinking? You know how dangerous that is? You know you could've called and we would've been there for you!" I raised my voice back, causing Tom to swing around to face me.

He laughed darkly, "Oh shut up 'Miss Perfect,' just like you did for Fish? When he was nose deep in coke? Or are you too self obsessed? Or do you just have favorites!"

"Hey man, that's not cool." Will interrupted and tried to get a handle on Tom. Frankie lowered his head in embarrassment. Will reached forward and placed a hand on his back, but things escalated more.

"Oh okay, yea protect the whore, we all know she's there for you guys more than just talking. I wouldn't doubt it if you all fucked her too. But me? Nah, you leave me out of everything." Tom howled, yanking away from Will and slurring his words and no longer making sense.

Anger becoming more prominent, I spoke, "Seriously?! Whore?! How is it my fault that you push us away and don't let us help? We include you in everything, but you have your head so far stuck up your ass you never show up!" I've come face to face with him, my hot breath and voice blowing into his face above me. "And another thing, I'm not a whore, you asshole, I'm with Frankie!"

He leaned closer to me, his breath reeking of alcohol, "Just him? Does he know where you're at everyday Monday and Wednesday at 1?! I doubt it!"

Frankie speaks up, "What? What is he talking about?" A devilish smirk makes its way to Tom's face.

"Nothing, I swear it's nothing." I try to explain, making eye contact with my partially hurt lover.

"Tell him, tell him you've been seeing a 'Dr. Philips.' Go on, do it." He rubs it in.

Looking behind Tom, I saw Frankie looking like his world had just shattered. "You've been seeing someone?!"

Panicking, I speak, "Yes, but it's not what you think, I promise!"

"Then what is it?" Tom adds, stumbling back a foot and crossing his arms contently at the damage he just caused.

Benny spoke up, knowing the truth about who I was "seeing." "You need to leave man, you have no right to say shit like that. You don't know the real situation"

Tom burst, yelling "I want her to admit it! I want her to admit that she isn't the perfect bitch she makes herself out to be!"

"Fuck you! Get the hell out of my house!" I scream, tears slightly welling in my eyes. "Frankie-" I turn to him, but to find him grabbing his things. "Baby please, let me explain."

"Explain what? You've been cheating on me?" his voice is loud, and cracks slightly.

A tear breaks its way down my cheek, "I haven't, Frankie, please believe me." I grab his hand, trying to stall his movements, but he pulls away.

"You just admitted it!" He frowns and yanks his hand away and heads for the door.

"That's right Fishie boy! Leave her, she's no good anyway!" Tom squawks as Benny grabs a hold of him and shoves him to the door, Will right behind to help.

"You bastard!" I lunged forward and swung my hand, landing right on the side of his face with a loud crack. Frankie spun around, startled at my actions.

The action only fueled Tom's anger because he ripped away from Benny's grip and grabbed me. I didn't back down and started to shove him and swing my arms, hitting him in the face and chest as he fought back.

But just as quickly as the fight started, it ended. Frankie tore me off of Tom, pinning me to his chest and stopping my brutal hits. Will and Benny wrested Tom into submission and dragged him out of the front door as he yelled slurs at me, and dumped him outside with a battered face.

While the brothers were dealing with a drunk Redfly, Frankie scolded and verbally fought with me.

"Just tell me! Who is Dr. Philips!" He questioned, slightly shaking me by the shoulders.

With many emotions running through my head, I couldn't process what was going on. "I-I can't, Frankie, I can't even admit it to myself." Tears streaming down my face I brought my hands up to the sides of his face. "But you have to believe me, por favor (please)."

Francisco looked like he was fighting an emotional battle in his mind. He finally spoke, "Either you tell me, or I leave, I can't do this, not if you keep things from me."

Feeling my heart break, I whispered "Please, mi amor (my love), don't make me. I'm not strong enough." My eyes now running like an open faucet and my hands tightly pressed to his cheeks.

He blinks away tears, reaching his hands up to grab mine and pull them away from his face, "Then I have to go." He drops my hands and turns to leave.

"Por favor no me dejes! (Please don't leave me)" I call after him, watching as he heads out of the door and into the night, leaving me alone. I drop to the floor, tears blurring my vision and all that can be heard are my sobs.

After what feels like hours, Will and Benny return, picking me up off the floor and taking me to my bed. They lay me down, attempting to help my emotional breakdown. They pick up whatever mess that was left after the event of that night.

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"And after that night, Tom was no longer invited anywhere with us. Frankie distanced himself and refused to talk to me. But Will and Benny did their best to be there for me in any way they could. They did the same for Frankie. But as for Tom, they casted him out, because he changed, badly." I finished covering the story of that night, fighting the tears that threatened to spill. "And the Dr. Philips I was seeing, was my therapist. I didn't want anyone to know I wasn't okay mentally. I was embarrassed and part of me didn't want to admit I needed help. The lives we chose aren't easy."

Santi parked, and seemed shocked, "I'm sorry love, I knew you split with Fish, but didn't know any details or about Tom." He reached over and patted my thigh sympathetically. "I really am sorry that you went through all of that because Tom was an asshole. You really don't have to do this-"

"No I want to, I'm in a better place, so is everyone else." I smiled shyly, wanting to lift the spirits. "So what do you say? Let's go wrangle up our boys and get rich?"

Pope smiled brightly, "Hell yes!" We both got out of the car, and headed to the back of the arena and knocked, hoping Will was there to open it like he told Santi he would. Much to our luck, the door swung open to reveal a tall, smiling, blonde Miller brother.

"Brother!" Santi chuckled as he pulled the eldest Miller into a hug, clapping each other on the back. They pulled away as Pope headed inside to find the others.

"Hey pretty girl, long time no see." Will joked, hugging me tightly.

I scoffed, "Will, you were just at my house last night." We both laughed and he led me into a rank smelling locker room, which I assumed was for Benny to get ready. As we rounded the corner, I saw Benny and Tom chatting on one of the benches between the lockers.

"Chipmunk!" Benny roared as he ran over, picked me up and spun me around. "I missed you! I'm so glad you could make it!" He sat me back down and stepped back to sit on the bench again.

"Of course, I wouldn't miss you getting your ass beat for the world!" I giggled as I winked at him, showing the younger of us a bit of love.

He shook his head with a grin. As my eyes left him, they met with the eyes of Tom. He seemed to have a look of regret, trying to give me a sad smile.

I walked over to him, reaching my hand in a fist forward, lightly tapping his shoulder, "Hey fly, how you been?"

A small wave of relief washed over him as he responded "I'm good Chip, how are you? And look I'm really sorry, I wasn't in a good place and I regret-"

"Its okay Tom, really, it is. I'm just glad you're better. It's water under the bridge." I sit next to him and pat his back, showing that all, or at least most, is forgiven.

He nods slowly, "Thank you, it means a lot that you're here."

"Oh cmon you have to admit it, you couldn't do it without me, the best there is." I pretend to act over confident and burst into laughter. And Tom joins in.

As Tom and I begin to catch up, talking about what we've missed these past several months, I overhear a conversation.

"Hermano (brother)! How are you?" Santi greets Frankie, I assume, he was the last of us, who wasn't already here. When I realize that it is him, my heart begins to race. My skin starts to burn and get hot, my palms becoming sweaty.

"Pope! Benny! Ironhead! What is this, a reunion?" Frankie's voice echoes as they come closer. As the three round the corner, "All we need is Redfly and Chip-" Frankie stops as we become revealed to him. Tom gets up immediately and struts over to give Fish a hug. Frankie's face lights up with glee and hugs him back. When they step away from each other, I wearily stand up and all he does is give an awkward smile and nods in my direction.

Benny attempts to whisper to Santi, "Ouch, that's cold." And Santi jabs him in the stomach with his elbow, causing him to double over and make a "hmf" sound.

Being slightly hurt, I break the uneasy tension by opening an invitation, "Alright well I'm gonna go get a beer and find us some good seats, it's close to showtime!" Faking a smile I continue, "Who's coming?"

"Me, I can't be in here with this doofus anymore." Will chuckle as he ruffles Ben's hair and follows right behind me.

When we make it to the concession stand and order beers, Will taps my arm, "How are you feeling?"

With a sigh, "Honestly I expected that, but it hurt more when it actually happened. But what can I say." I grab out drinks from the concession worker and thank her and turn on my heels to find a seat. "I love him, and if that means waiting to mend things, it worth it, even if it means waiting forever."

Will offers a sympathetic grin. "It'll work, just watch. Oh! Over there! Perfect seats!" He points as his attention was caught by an opening near the rink. He pursues it as I follow behind.

While we sit, we joke around, waiting for the rest of the gang to come sit and watch Benny get thrown around. Finally the last three show up and sit with us, Tom sat on Will's right side, me on his other side, Santi on my left, but when Frankie walks up, he bends down and whispers to Santi, causing him to scoot further away from me and leaving room for Frankie to slot himself between us. Which took me by surprise. Once he was seated, he glanced over to me and gave me a genuine smile.

We don't say a word as the lights begin to dim and the announcer's voice breaks through the speaks, introducing our dear Benny and his opponent.

Our small group starts to cheer and scream Benny's name, to show him support. As he enters the rink, he searches for us, and when he finds us, he smiles big.

In the midst of all the commotion, Frankie leans over and whispers to me, "I missed you, cariño (sweetheart)."

My face whips around to meet a very close Fish, who is smiling. "I missed you too." I give a small smile and lean to my side to shoulder bump him, as he places a hand on my knee.

#frankie morales x reader #frankie catfish morales #frankie morales x f!reader #pedro pascal x reader #triple frontier #triple frontier x reader #frankie morales #Pedro pascal #santiago garcia x reader #william miller x reader #benny miller x reader #tom davis x reader #angst #frankie morales angst

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chocolvte · 4 years

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STRAY KIDS REACTION . . they find out that their s/o is skipping meals

author’s note — this post was requested but i am unable to find the ask atm.

listen to i’m dead by duckwrth feat. sabrina claudio

「 bang chan 」

channie would take this really seriously. he never makes you feel weird or messed up for struggling with skipping meals, but he does ask you to try to be honest with him and tell him when you’re having a hard time. he doesn’t want you to hurt yourself. chan is such a care giver. he would feel so heart broken watching you struggle with something like this and not being able to do much to help you. he would do everything he could to comfort you and let you know that he’s there for you. even on your bad days, he just gently holds you hand and reassures you that he’s still proud of you for trying.

「 minho 」

he knows it’s messed up, but minho’s first reaction is anger. it comes from a place of fear, fear that something awful could happen to you, that maybe he hasn’t been taking as good a care of you as he thought he was. he would have to take a breath, not wanting to say anything to make it worse, but also not really knowing what to say to make it better for you. he didn’t know how to comfort you and that frustrated him. ‘i’m sorry i didn’t notice,’ were the words he finally said to you, blinking tears away. ‘i should have noticed and helped you.’ he knew it didn’t make sense to blame himself, but he did. he felt like he let you down, but he was determined to be there for you from now on.

「 changbin 」

binnie would feel sad for a little while, but he would quickly realize that he needs to focus on you! he would put so much energy into researching eating disorders and learning about the strategies you can use to get better and he can use to help you do that. he wants to be as supportive as possible and he’s going to do that through his actions, since he doesn’t always know exactly what to say. so even if he doesn’t always know how to comfort you with words, he’s always there to cuddle you when it’s hard.

「 hyunjin 」

being an idol, hyunjin knows the pressure to look perfect. but he would feel deeply saddened to know that you inflict that pressure onto yourself. part of him would wonder if it was his fault, if he had influenced you to hurt yourself like this in some way. he might become a touch more protective after you told him how you were having a hard time eating regular meals. he would want to have a long talk with you about it so that he could figure out how to best help you recover. if it would help to have someone to eat with you, he would happily do that, or if you needed him to text or call with reminders he would do that too. because he loves you very much and he doesn’t want to see you hurting yourself.

「 jisung 」

it would just about break jisung’s heart to hear that his baby was being so mean to themself. we all know this boy is a teddy bear. he honestly might cry just because he loves you so much that your pain feels like his pain too. he would be SO supportive. even on your worse days, he’s always encouraging and sweet and he never treats you like you’re fragile or there’s something wrong with you. he would want to know what things are triggering for you, so he can avoid them, but he wouldn’t bring it up unless you do.

「 felix 」

the way he would be so upset. like you would not live this down. of course, he’s super understanding and sweet and he gets that eating isn’t easy, but he’s not going to let you get away with skipping meals. he doesn’t want to force you or make you panic, so he lets you decide what you eat and how much of it, but it has to be something, three times a day. those are your rules. and if your habit was really bad, he would expect pictures of everything. your health is important to him and he’s not taking any chances, even if other people think he’s a little overprotective.

from lix (1:34 pm) – ???

from lix (1:34 pm) – y/n, i swear, if you didn’t have lunch today i’m coming down there.

from lix (1:35 pm) – if you’re not going to feed yourself, i will.

「 seungmin 」

at first, seungmin would just be really glad that you trusted him enough to tell him, but then he would feel kind of angry and sad. he hates that you don’t love yourself the way that he does and honestly he does have days where it’s frustrating trying to understand where you’re coming from. like why can’t you just eat? it leads to a fight between you, which seungmin feels really guilty about. like he knows it’s not your fault, it just really hurts him seeing you not eating properly and he feels like he failed you. ‘i never should have yelled at you, sweetheart. i’m so sorry.’

「 jeongin 」

this is one thing that jeongin would take really seriously. he’s pretty low key about most other things. like he’s not nearly as over protective as some of the other members (looking at you, felix), but he cares a lot about you taking good care of your health. when he realized that you were skipping meals, he would get angry. not at you, but at himself for not noticing more quickly and taking better care of you. most of the time, you’re both very independent, but now he would baby you a little. he makes sure you’re eating every meal. he would go so far as to make you send him pictures of what you’re eating. he doesn’t want to be overbearing, but he also doesn’t want to see you hurting yourself by not eating properly. he would never yell at you, but he would scold you if he saw you slipping into old habits.

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banannabethchase · 9 months

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I'm Not Immune to You - also on AO3

Nick's hips are screaming from all the time on airplanes, and he's pretty sure nothing can heal it. So imagine his surprise at Claudio's offer.

Bingo square G5, meet your maker! Who is me, but you get the point!

For @sarahcakes613, who always gives me great ideas for bingo squares and fics. Specifically this one where she said something like, "What if Claudio had a magical healing DICK" and this happened.

Nick is practically waddling as he makes it into the hotel lobby, and even sitting doesn’t fix the ache in his hips.

“What’s wrong with him?” Adam asks, frowning. “Usually you’re the one walking funny, Matty.”

Matt turns pink, which is enough for Nick to want to throw up from more than just the pain. “That’s a bit TMI, don’t you think?”

“I – no!” Adam says, and the way he panics is enough to make Nick snort. “No, I meant – your back! You usually are – fuck. I’m gonna stop talking now.” He drops his head into his hands and falls into a lobby seat across from Nick. “Matt, can you…?”

“I’ll check in,” Matt says, but Nick doesn’t miss the little smile he throws Adam’s way.

Figures. It can’t be enough Matt’s all hunky dory without being in pain. He has to be cute with his stupid boyfriend, too.

Matt comes back with three keys. “I got yours too, Nick. Hope that’s okay.”

“I must look real bad if you’re doing something nice for me without me asking you,” Nick quips, easing himself to his feet. He couldn’t predict what caused it, but his hips feel like they’re being wrenched apart by flaming irons.

Matt frowns, face pinched. “You do. I’m half convinced to ask somebody to get you a wheelchair, but then if the BCC saw you all feeble they’d kill you in the match. Don’t want you to be an easy target and all that.”

Nick rolls his eyes, but accepts the way Matt holds out a hand for him to pull himself up with. “Thanks? I guess?”

Adam sighs. “I’d love it if the two of you were normal for once in your lives.”

“Me? He’s the one being weird!”

“Honestly, Adam, you’re the one who made a sex joke about me earlier.”

“It wasn’t a sex joke!”

Nick’s a little impressed about how the three of them, even after all this time, can bicker their ways into oblivion and into hotel rooms.

“Well, if you’re going to be this miserable, I think it’s best you retire to your hotel room and go to bed early like an old man.”

Nick rolls his eyes. “You’re the fucking worst. Adam, have fun with him.”

Adam snickers. “I mean, don’t need your permission, but yeah, I will.”

Nick hobbles into the hotel room and slams the door behind him, pretending he doesn’t hear Matt’s giggles.

He wakes up when it’s dark out, eyes squinting in the cool, dry air of the hotel room, and flops over to see the old alarm clock showing 11:48pm.

“Damn it,” he grumbles. His hips ache slightly less, more relaxed on the bed than they’d been on the hours of flights in the past few days, but he still has to push himself up gently to stand.

His water bottle, now lukewarm from the hours siting abandoned on the floor, looks like a beacon of his own misery.

“Fine,” he grumbles, because he can’t take ibuprofen without water, and possibly some food. He stands stiffly, grabs the water bottle, and walks his old achy man walk out to the vending machine and ice station. He turns to leave with a Twix bar, a full water bottle, and a thing of pretzels and runs into what feels like a brick wall.

“Oh, Nicholas. My apologies.”

Nick has to take a half step back to look up at Claudio, who is smiling down at him with a weirdly soft expression. “I – you’re good.” He shuffles to the side, and his hip screams. “Oh, damn it.”

“Are you alright?” Claudio asks. “I could carry something for you if you’re injured.” His smile shifts a little mean. “Could make it easier for myself and Wheeler to win the match, of course, if I didn’t.”

“Eff off,” Nick says, shouldering past Claudio. He winces, the ache in his hips flaring to a raging stab, and he makes a stupid little noise he can’t hold back.

Claudio sighs behind him as Nick miserably makes his way to the door of his hotel.

“Are you following me?” Nick leans against his door, and, no matter how hard he fights, he can’t fight the pain in his face. “Because, if you’re gonna jump me, it won’t be hard. My hips are not liking all of this flying, and you could wait until tomorrow to win a match out of it.”

“That’s what I’m thinking of, your hips,” Claudio says with a sigh. “I cannot believe I’m offering this, but would you like help?”

“Help?” Nick asks. “What? No. From you? You’re not an effing doctor. How could you help?”

Claudio smiles, something a little secret Nick feels strangely compelled to understand. “I have a…secret skill, one could say.”

Nick scoffs. “What, something other than being an Adonis wrestling god?” He puts his hand on the door. “Not that I’m complimenting you or anything, but, well.” He gestures to Claudio as he pushes his door open. “You know who you are.”

“I’m sure I do,” Claudio says with a chuckle. “Mind if I come in?”

“I mean, what am I gonna do, say no?” Nick asks. He sits on the bed so softly it feels like a joke. “Tell me about that secret skill.” It doesn’t escape Nick that he’s sitting on his bed near midnight, gazing up at Claudio in a hotel room. He’s pretty sure he’s seen a movie like this.

Claudio sighs. “Well, you said you have some pain in your hips, yes?” Nick nods. “I have – well, there’s something I can do that has a somewhat magical power. I can’t explain how, or why.” He shrugs. “But I can offer you the assistance.”

“What, you some, like, Swiss masseuse or something? That feels stereotypical.”

Claudio shakes his head. “More like my sexual prowess has been known to accelerate healing.”

Nick waits for a “sike!” or some other indication that he’s being pranked. “You’re kidding, right?” Nick laughs. “Magic dick my ass.”

“Yes, actually,” Claudio says. “That’s the point.”

Nick’s knees fall open automatically, and it’s the tiniest ounce of relief. “You expect me to believe your penis has actual healing powers?”

“Only one way to find out, if you are interested.”

Nick stares up at Claudio, waiting for the other shoe to drop. Maybe his BCC buddies are outside waiting to come in and ambush him. Maybe this is a way to take him off guard before Dynamite tomorrow so he can jump Nick and his friends backstage, soften him up for the match.

Or, Nick says, unable to keep from glancing at Claudio’s crotch, this could be a weird way to proposition him for sex.

Nick sighs as dramatically as he can muster, pulling as much Matt energy as he can. “I mean, if you really think you can eff my joints back into working, have at it.” He flops back on the bed, shuffling his pants down his hips. “Oh. Hold up.” Nick stands and pulls the lube and a condom out of his checked luggage. He tosses them to Claudio, who fumbles the catch in the first ever incident of Claudio Castagnoli seeming anything but smooth.

“Prepared,” Claudio muses, rolling the bottle in his fingers.

Nick swallows, suddenly achingly aware that he’s here in a hoodie with his sweats halfway down his thighs and Claudio’s still fully clothed. He throws himself back on the bed in an attempt to seem casual, but he’s not convinced he pulls it off. “I mean, gotta be, right?” He chances a smile. “Always need to be ready in case some big dude with a magic dick wants to screw me into a mattress.”

Claudio lets out a little half laugh. “It works best if you ride me and if I come inside you, I’ve found.”

“You’ve f- how many times have you done this?”

Claudio thinks, and pulls his shirt off over his head in what is a deliberate attack. Nick would be embarrassed about how hard he was if he couldn’t see Claudio’s cock straining in his workout pants. “Any number of times, really,” Claudio says. “Most recently Wheeler and I enjoyed each other’s company repeatedly as he healed his injury.”

“Knew he was ready to come back too soon,” Nick quips. “Hey, like, if this is gonna happen…” He trails off, not sure where he was going with that sentence.

“Right,” Claudio says. He steps out of his pants and there he is, in all his glory. Nick has to blink a few times in the low light. “Shall I lay down?”

“Sure,” Nick says, mouth feeling dry. “Just – yeah.” He chucks the hoodie and the sweats off and watches as Claudio stretches out languidly, like it’s his bed.

“Come along, then.” He pats his thighs.

Nick snickers. “Oh, no kiss?”

“I thought you would go directly for the resolution and skip the fanfare,” Claudio says. He threads his fingers through Nick’s hair. “Though, as a Buck, I should have expected a grand entrance.”

“I’ll show you a grand entrance,” Nick chuckles, and Claudio rolls his eyes before dragging him in for a kiss.

Nick would be lying if he said he’d never thought about what this would be like before. Claudio’s got a godlike physique and a great smile, and he’s heard the rumors of what the man looked like naked. Part of him expects to wake up from the best dream of his life, but the sting in his scalp as Claudio twists his fingers in Nick’s hair reminds him that this is real.

Claudio rolls them so Nick is straddling Claudio’s hips, and Nick gasps with the pain that flares.

“God, sorry,” Nick gasps, unable to move to ease the pain. He’s stuck. “You got no idea how bad this is, man, I’m dying.”

“All in good time,” Claudio says. He flicks the lube bottle open with a fingernail. “I can assume you’ve done this before?”

Nick raises an eyebrow as he leans forward and Claudio’s fingers seek out his hole. “Are you – oh, okay, yes – calling me a slut or something?”

Claudio looks stunning when he laughs, eyes crinkled and lips a perfect curve. “Never, Nicholas. But I have heard the rumors of you and a few others on the roster.” He winks. “You like a big man.”

“Yeah, yeah, whatever,” Nick says, ignoring the twinge as he twists his hips and rolls down on Claudio’s finger. “Who doesn’t?”

Claudio works him open slowly, and Nick takes his time far more than he usually does. Everything hurts so bad, and he whimpers enough that Claudio twice asks him if he needs to stop.

“No,” Nick says on the second one, “no, I just. God, I am too old for 24 hours or whatever it’s been in airplanes.”

“Indeed,” Claudio says, like he just confirmed a dining reservation and isn’t three fingers deep into one of his rivals. “Well, you seem about ready for me to work my,” he pauses, grinning, “magic.”

“I still don’t believe you,” Nick says, but he lets Claudio take some of his weight as he moves into place. His heart flutters as he feels the head of Claudio’s cock tease at his hole. “But this can’t make it worse, can it.” He sinks down slowly, ignoring the way Claudio’s hands try to make him slow it down. “I’m – oh.” The second he bottoms out, the second he settles himself on Claudio’s dick and feels himself entirely filled, the ache recedes. It’s not gone, not by a long shot, but he feels a burst of energy he hadn’t realized he’d been missing and he can lift up gently and settle back down without too much extra agony.

“You literally have a magic dick,” Nick marvels, rocking slowly. It’s good, it’s too good, and Nick’s head is spinning with the sudden lack of pain. “This – I should keep you on retainer!”

Claudio laughs harder, planting his feet and fucking up into Nick. “You make it seem like this is nothing but a business transaction.” He rolls his hips and his cock grazes Nick’s prostate, sending Nick keening. “Don’t undersell this, dear.”

The pet name is unexpected but delightful, and Nick finds himself ready to move the way he hasn’t since well before the previous Dynamite. He lifts himself up and down, spearing himself on Claudio’s cock, head spinning with the pleasure of it all.

“How’d – how’d you get this power?” Nick asks, gasping as sweat starts to bead on his forehead. Claudio’s hands grip him, viselike, and he begins to wonder if he’ll have handprints.

“Of great sex or magical healing?”

Nick laughs. “Both.”

“One is a lifetime of practice,” Claudio say with a wink, “and the other…well, I can’t be sure.” He hums. “It started back in WWE, after a match with I think Malakai? Well, he was Aleister back then.” He sighs. “I can’t imagine they’re related, but I do think we underestimate the true power the House of Black harbors.” He circles his hips and Nick gasps. “I do have to say, for whatever reason this happened, if they gave it to me, I can’t begrudge them for this power of mine. And no one else has, either.” He winks, and Nick can’t even argue that.

He does want to know what the hell that implies, though. If the match with House of Black where he, Matt, and Kenny lost their titles has anything to do with the magic.

Nick isn’t thinking for long, though, because Claudio’s reached across and wrapped a giant hand around his cock. “Oh, my god.”

“Good?” Claudio asks, hand stilling.

“Yes,” Nick says. It hits him that the pain in his hips is gone. “Don’t – yes, please, great, keep going.”

“Certainly.”

Nick is about to say something stupid about Claudio sounding like a guy from the 1800’s or something, but he doesn’t have the chance. Claudio twists his wrist and Nick shouts, coming before he can stop himself.

“I do suggest you hold on,” Claudio says mildly. “The effect is best if I fuck you hard post-orgasm.”

“Yep,” Nick says, leaning forward and gripping Claudio’s arms. “Sure, got it.”

He’s oversensitive and on fire, and he feels the burn in his thighs like a delightful reward as Claudio fucks him without mercy. Claudio grunts as he shoves himself deep within Nick, coming so emphatically Nick can feel it. He feels on cloud nine, and Claudio gently shifts him, cock slipping out of Nick and come dripping out soon after. Nick wishes he had the self-awareness to be embarrassed, but he doesn’t. He flops to the side of the bed. He exhales so deeply he feels himself sink into the mattress.

“How are the hips?” Claudio asks.

“Great,” Nick says, still waiting for his breathing to even out. “No pain. Nothing.” He turns to Claudio. “I should talk to House of Black about giving me a power like that.”

Claudio laughs, real and loud and open, and Nick is tempted to make a way to hear it again. “I’d be careful with the four of them. They’re known to create a bit of a monkey’s paw.”

“Monkey’s paw?” Nick asks. It rings a bell, but he can’t quite grasp it.

“Double edged sword, rather,” Claudio corrects.

“And yours is?” Nick asks, beginning to crave a shower.

Claudio turns to him, an unreadable look in his eye. “Well, generally, someone finds out about the event at an inopportune –”

“Nick, are you alive in here? You haven’t responded…” Matt trails off, taking in the sight for a second then slapping his hands over his eyes. “Don’t. I’m leaving. I never saw this. Please kill me if you ever think of bringing this up.” He backs up and crashes into the TV stand, then turns around and fumbles for the door. “Hi Claudio! Please don’t break my brother.”

Nick, mortified, turns to Claudio. “You didn’t warn me about the finding out clause?!”

“To be fair, I’ve never been walked in on post healing coitus.”

“Post healing coitus?!” Nick laughs, a little frenzied. “Jesus. What a night.” He sits up, feeling…sticky. “I’m gonna jump in the shower. If you, uh.” He chances a glance at Claudio, who is still gazing at him. “If you want to join.”

Claudio appears to consider the options. He sits up. “Sure, Nick,” he says. “Why not?”

July 14, 2019

Aleister reflects on the match, of the battle he had with the man Cesaro.

“A worthy opponent,” he murmurs, “deserves a reward.” Despite the battle, the violence, the vitriol, he feels he owes Cesaro some respect for the war they waged against each other.

He speaks the intent into his fingertips and curls the elemental energy around his spell. He can sense it find its target in the vastness of this universe, and smiles.

Perchance they will meet again, and Aleister could be the lucky recipient of Cesaro’s newfound power, should he ever need it.

He’s always liked a big man.

Mini Playlist: It's So Hard - The Donnas Slow it Down - Kim Petras Moonlight Magic - Ashnikko In the Dark - Dev

#wtf i like wrestling now???#in which Sara writes #ClaudioNick #HELLO HERE HAVE THIS #ffw bingo

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Celestial Reads - Ezra (Prospect)

A/N: This is for Shop Week 2 Day 13. Ezra is the perfect man to find inside an Antique book shop and I hope you love him as much as I do. This is also a tribute to my favorite play, Much Ado About Nothing by William Shakespeare. Thank you for reading, reblogging, commenting and liking.

Pairing: Ezra x F! Reader

Warnings: Nothing, this is fluff and I love it.

Word Count: 1.7K

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When you paid for your book, you kept talking about how much you were looking forward to it, so I read it too out of curiosity, and we bonded over it AU- Ezra (Prospect)

The bell rang as you stepped inside Celestial Reads. The antique bookstore was tucked into a dilapidated shopping center, both of the neighbors long vacated. You breathe in the scent of leather and incense; the smoke slowly rising up on the counter with an antique cash register, the buttons raised. The room was enormous, the outside not showing the proper size, kind of like the Tardis.

Shelves covered every square inch ahead of you, books piled high all the way to the ceiling. Around are several old lamps with a series of mismatched shades; some flowers, other bright pops of color. Each one seemed to have a lightbulb at different brightness. A worn leather brown couch with a few tears here and there sat against one wall next to a counter with a tea kettle and a coffee pot. Hanging over it were various hooks of size and shape, a plethora of cups on each one. You walk over and inspect closer, chuckling at the variety. A Chewbacca mug next to one from the London underground, the whole place was quirky.

"Well, that sound is sweeter than the coo of a dove," you place a hand on your chest and spin, letting out a small gasp. "Apologies, I didn't mean to frighten you." A man steps from the shadows taking your breath away as he comes into the light. "My name's Ezra little Dove; I own this establishment."

You stare at him a moment longer before shaking from your stupor. "Oh, you didn't. I just wasn't expecting anyone to speak. I'm alright." He smiles, and you feel the butterflies flutter in your stomach. He's classically gorgeous like the knights from your novels. Tall, dark, and devastatingly handsome with an unusual patch of blonde sticking out of his dark brown locks. You reach a hand out, introducing yourself, and he doesn't return it.

"As much as I would like to meet your handshake Dove, I am unfortunately without the use of my right arm, but if you'd switch hands, I would be welcome to hold your hand." You observe the way his quarter-length grey shirt is cinched on the right side and mentally scold yourself, reaching out with the other hand.

His hand is warm and firm as he envelopes your hand in his own, bringing it up to his lips and placing a kiss on the back. The butterflies are furiously battling to escape as you meet his dark brown eyes alight with more mischief than the god Loki. "Pleasure to meet you, Dove; what can I help you find this beautiful Autumn morning?" He releases your hand, and you feel the tingles travel up and down your arm, quickly clearing your throat.

"I am on a treasure hunt," he grins at you, "and I was told that if anyone had my treasure, it would be you."

"Well, then you've come to the right place; Celestial Reads is filled with treasures just waiting to be uncovered. What are you looking for?"

"I was told you might have an old copy of a William Shakespeare play, Much Ado About Nothing? I know I could buy it anywhere, but I don't want some shiny new copy. I want one with-"

"Character?" You smile and nod as he turns off into the mountains of books. "Follow me," he tosses over his shoulder, and you follow him deeper into the labyrinth of books. "Have you ever read the play before?"

"When I was a little girl, my Grandfather read it to me; it was his favorite book. I remember loving it so much that my parents took me to see it in the park. I was at the gym the other day, and they had a sign for Shakespeare in the Park, and they're doing that play, so I thought it would be important to reread it." You smile, thinking of your memories with your Grandfather and how much it meant to share that with him.

"Are you more a Beatrice or a Hero?" You stop and stare at his back, the way his shoulders, broad and robust, fill out the shirt lovely. He pauses, not hearing you, and turns, giving you a bright smile. "Are you alright there, Dove?"

"Yes, I just I haven't read it in so long I don't really know who I am. I remember being obsessed with Hero when I was a girl. Wanting to be swept off my feet and fall in love with the handsome Claudio." He turns and keeps watching but staying closer to you now. "Even though he was a moron and believed the Prince's evil brother and almost lost her forever."

He lets out a booming laugh and goes around another corner. "I'm sure it was not the intention of Shakespeare; he probably never imagined a beautiful young woman calling Claudio a moron."

"You think I'm beautiful?" his steps falter, and he turns to you, reaching a hand forward and tucking a strand of hair behind your ear.

"Yes, I do, Dove." You tremble, and he lets his finger graze your cheek before turning away to scan the shelves. He reaches towards the top of the rack, his shirt rising up and revealing a trail of sun-kissed skin. "Ah! Found it!" he pulls a worn cover down and blows on the surface, a small plume of dust sprinkling onto the ground. He hands it over gently like a newborn babe, and your face lights up with joy, hands smoothing over the aged leather.

When you look up at him, tears have gathered in your eyes, and you give him a silent thank you. Following him out the labyrinth and back towards the antique register. The sounds of the keys are loud, and you smile, thinking how wonderful it truly fits in the space. He tells you the total, and you hand over the money, completing the transaction.

"Thank you so much. I can't wait to reread it and relive the romance."

"Would you come back when you're finished?" Your eyes widen, and he smiles, "Have I been wrong in my assumptions?"

"What do you mean?"

"I felt the spark when your hand touched mine, the way your eyes light up like a Summer's day when you smile; I would very much like to see you again. And not just as a customer."

"Oh, oh," you feel the heat rise up your neck, "I would like that too, Ezra."

"How about we exchange numbers, and you can let me know when you finish the book? Maybe we can meet over coffee and discuss it?" You nod and reach into your pocket, handing him your phone, unlocking it.

He hands you his own, and you plug your name into his with a small emoji of a dove next to it. He laughs when he sees it, and you giggle at his name with the book emoji next to it. "There is something I think I should tell you, Dove, before we move forward." Your stomach plummets, immediately fearing the worst. "Oh, it's nothing so bad; I just have a daughter. Well, she's adopted, but she's mine. Her name is Cee. I know some people would rather not date a single parent."

You smile, "It doesn't matter to me, I would still like to go out with you." His smile could rival the sun, and he reaches across the counter for your hand, giving it a tight squeeze.

************

You and Ezra kept in contact, meeting several times for coffee and dinner, discussing the play and your lives. You'd even met Cee, the spitfire blonde teen who worked at the coffee shop down the street. It was obvious the feelings of love between them were mutual. After about a month, Ezra got you all tickets to see Much Ado About Nothing in the park, just like when you were a child.

The play just as magical if not more than you remember with Ezra at your side. As Beatrice pours her heart out to Benedick, Ezra puts an arm around you on the checkered blanket and holds you close. Your head rests on his shoulder, he drops a kiss to the top of your head. Saying the lines along with the actors. You lift your head up and follow along, repeating Beatrice's lines of love to him as he portrays Benedick.

"May a man do it?" he mouths, and your smile before responding.

"It is a man's office, but not yours."

"I do love nothing in the world so well as you: is not that strange?" The butterflies return tenfold at the look in his eyes. Your lips tremble as you repeat the next line.

"As strange as the thing I know not. It was as possible for me to say I loved nothing so well as you: but believe me not; and yet I lie not; I confess nothing, nor I deny nothing. I am sorry for my cousin.

"By my sword, Beatrice, thou lovest me."

"Do not swear, and eat it."

"I will swear by it that you love me, and I will make him eat it that says I love not you.

"Will, you not eat your word?"

"With no sauce that can be devised to it. I protest I love thee."

"Why, then, God forgive me!"

"What offense, sweet Beatrice?"

"You have stayed me in a happy hour: I was about to protest I loved you.

He whispers to you aloud this time. "And do it with all thy heart."

Your eyes fill with unshed tears as you declare quietly against his lips, "I love you with so much of my heart that none is left to protest." He leans down, capturing your lips in a passionate kiss, and Cee lets out a disgusted sigh.

"There are children present," she teases, and you both break away laughing and letting out half-hearted apologies, but you can tell she doesn't really mind. Having had revealed to you how happy she was that her dad finally had someone to make him smile again.

He smiles down at you and kisses your lips softly again. "I love you," he whispers, and you melt under his gaze, repeating it back as he tucks you close. Cee resting her head on his other shoulder. The three of you content and happy with your new-found family.

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