#Jesus he really needs to take the title from Mox

[nagdabbit]

For the prompt should it inspire (and if you’re not passed out) werewolf getting adopted from the pound au with mox/Yuta?

you know what's funny ive never actually had a pet before so i dunno what adopting a pet is actually like

title: raised by wolves

He hadn't ever thought of himself as a dog person, so he was certain he wasn't going to leave with one in tow. But he didn't really know what possessed him to go and meet the dogs on his trip to the shelter in the first place. Well, he knew, but My boyfriend ghosted me extremely suddenly and he kinda reminded me of a dog at times, so I thought it would be nice to have one around who would love me and wouldn't just suddenly stop replying to my texts didn't seem like a reason he wanted to tell the shelter staff.

There were a couple other families there, cooing over wiggly little pitbulls and lab mixes. There were German shepherds pacing their enclosures, a shih tzu barking loudly, a lab mix waiting patiently for treats. They were all cute, but none of them really spoke to him.

And then he'd passed the biggest goddamn dog he'd ever seen.

Not just big, and not even a dog, the thing was a wolf. Big, fluffy and peach fuzz blonde, sure, but the thing was clearly a wolf. Maybe a wolf-bear mix.

He hadn't been pacing circles or sat with a nose pressed up to the chainlink door—at least he hadn't until Wheeler had neared. The beast rose in a fluid motion, ears perked and nose twitching, and jesus christ, he came up to Wheeler's ribcage without even trying.

But he didn't growl or bark for Wheeler's attention. He whined a little, his massive paws tapping impatiently.

And Wheeler didn't have the room for a whole wolf, let alone an actual dog, but the longer the thing looked up at him with those wide, imploring blue eyes, the harder it was to think about turning away. Even when the staff tried to dissuade him, telling him the dog was mean, the dog growled if you moved too fast, the thing refused to eat kibble, the dog needed a big yard, or a whole forest to run in. He had a yard, even if it was small, but he liked going on hikes. And he didn't have irregular hours, so it wasn't as if the dog would be unattended for an unreasonable amount of time. And, most of all, the dog actually seemed to like him, which seemed to be a first for everyone in the shelter.

When they finally relented, allowing him to take the dog—and they had no imagination, naming him Jacob—out into the yard, it had gone far better than any of them seemed to fear. They'd made him sign a waiver, and for what?

He had looked down at the wolf, and the wolf had looked back. I bet you don't fetch, huh?

The big beast had just sneezed at him.

Wheeler had laughed, and sat himself down in short grass—only for the wolf to flop gracelessly down on top of him in an undignified sprawl. He weighed too fucking much, but he was soft and he rumbled in pleasure as Wheeler scritched his nails over every bit he could reach. Especially that spot at the top of his head, right between his ears, where his peach fuzz fur was softest.

After that, they practically threw the thing at him, happy to be rid of him. Even waived few items on the application that Wheeler didn't think was legal, but the beast seemed more than happy to be free of the shelter, so he didn't question it. When he told the confused woman at the front desk that he was renaming him Larry, as in Lawrence Talbot, he felt like the beast's answering woof was one of laughter.

All in all, he thought they made a pretty good match.

Larry didn't try to run once they were outside, didn't pull at his leash or chase squirrels. He happily took up the entire backseat of Wheeler's tiny car, content doze the short drive back to his tiny house. He didn't seem to even care to explore the new house once he was in it, sticking tight to Wheeler's side for all the gentle pets he could get. When Wheeler presented him with a celebratory steak, red and rare enough it was practically still mooing, Larry took enough of a moment to nose his dish closer to Wheeler's chair before he set to work devouring dinner.

When he went to bed and Larry happily hopped up into the bed with him, nestling his snout down into the crook of Wheeler's neck.

Had he been asked that morning if he felt comfortable enough around dogs, let alone honest to god wolves, to allow one that close to his throat, he'd have said hard no, never. But Larry practically purred like a cat, massive tail thumping as Wheeler hugged him close, like he was the least scary teddy bear the world had ever seen.

He might not have been a dog person, but Larry was just about the best thing that had ever happened to him.

Which was why it was all the more strange when he woke curled around what was decidedly not his fucking dog.

He shoved himself back with a shout, flailing a little as he tumbled backward off the bed. He'd hit his head, or he was in the middle of a wild fever dream, or something, because there was no fucking way his dog had been replaced by his naked, idiot boyfriend without him noticing. No way, none.

"What the fuck, Mox?!"

He blinked owlishly, then yelped as he looked down at his hands. "Oh thank fuck," he breathed, and practically collapsed in relief.

Mox had ghosted him, almost a month before. Just disappeared out of Wheeler's life, if his gym friends were to be believed. No calls, no texts, didn't even leave him on read. He was just gone.

And now he was in Wheeler's bed, naked.

"What the fuck is going on?"

"Oh, fuck, c'mere baby, I missed you so fucking much," he rasped and scrambled across the bed, reaching for Wheeler. "I can explain, I just need to kiss—"

He threw a pillow at Mox, and then a pair of jeans left lying on the floor. "No, explain now."

He swatted the projectiles away, easily, and pouted. As if everything was normal and Wheeler wasn't losing his damn mind. "But, babe, it's been—"

"Do not babe me, you were a fucking dog!"

He held up a finger, "Werewolf."

Right. Of course. Werewolf. He adopted a dog, which was his boyfriend and also a werewolf, which was a thing that actually existed in real life. Just a normal fucking day.

"Okay, don't freak out," Mox said, holding his hands up, placating.

"It's a little fucking late!"

"I'm not going to hurt you, I—"

He threw another pillow. "It's a little fucking late."

He flopped onto his stomach with a sigh, "I didn't mean to get stuck, so it's not my fault!"

"You got stuck?"

"You know how werewolves can turn into wolves?" he asked, and ducked the shoe Wheeler threw at him. "Well, sometimes we get stuck. Usually when we get separated from our pack. It's a whole thing."

He stared at the man. Wolf. Thing. "Jonathan fucking Moxley," he said, slowly, watching the man wince, "you got stuck as a wolf, trapped in a fucking animal shelter, for a month. And your explanation is, and I quote, 'It's a whole thing.'"

"I'll explain everything later, promise, but I thought I'd spend the rest of my life being let outside to piss by my boyfriend, so that's a little more important right now." He made grabby hands at Wheeler, eyes wide and pleading. "But I finally have my pack back, so can we cuddle some more now, please."

"You better explain," he grumbled, his own resolve slipping. Mox just had those eyes, hard to say no to. "And I mean everything."

The grabby hands intensified. "I will. All of it. Now, please, c'mere."

"You owe me, like, $200 for the adoption fees," he grumbled, and finally let Jon pull him back up off the floor. Werewolves were real, and it was kinda really fucking weird, but... Well, he hadn't had weirder, but he did have Mox back where he belonged, so he figured he could get used to it. "And a new fucking dog."

He just laughed, that familiar smoker's rasp, as he wound himself around Wheeler, "Baby, I'll be your dog whenever you want, jus' say the word."

He laughed, despite himself, "Oh my god, can you not make it sound like a sex thing?"

Mox just shrugged, easily. "We can do both."

#prompt fic #aew fic #i dont even know i hope this ended up cute for you #aew fanfiction #jon moxley

[banannabethchase]

prompt: a fic titled "take him (oh you mean fight)". obvi has to involve Danny but dealer's choice for the pairing.

On My Mind - also on AO3

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Danny learns that Yuta and Mox are, like, together. Like really together. And he starts getting ideas he can't shake.

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Title from Baby Boy by Beyonce. Because I'm perpetually in 2004.

Sarah you unleashed a monster with this one.

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Danny walks into the locker room while Yuta, Hook, and Jack are having what appears to be a very animated conversation.

“No way,” Yuta laughs, shaking his head. Danny likes his new beard. Danny doesn’t let himself like the new beard. “I could absolutely handle Christian, but you couldn’t take Mox.”

“Okay, maybe,” Jack says. “But I’d put up a good challenge. Danny, what do you think?”

Danny folds his arms behind his head. “Mox? Yeah, I could take him.”

Yuta scoffs. “He’d fucking kill you.”

Danny nods slowly. “Isn’t that the fuckin’ point?”

Yuta narrows his eyes, then slowly shifts to a grin that is many levels of not kind. “Uh, Danny? We’re talking about fighting. Jack’s saying he didn’t think you could take Mox as in fighting.”

Danny refuses to feel awkward about it, and sits back up. “I could do both.”

“So,” Yuta says, “not to be a dick, but I don’t think you could handle fucking my boyfriend.”

Danny stares at him for a second. “Your boyfriend?”

“Yeah, dipshit,” Yuta says. “Jesus. You’ve missed everything the past few months. JAS really is like a cult, isn’t it.”

“It’s not a cult,” Danny snaps. “You and your other BCC weirdos are so gay with each other, I figured it was all an act.”

Yuta shrugs. “Tell that to the broken hotel bed from last night.”

“Not surprised,” Danny lies, “I mean, Mox seems like he’d fuck hard, you know?”

Yuta laughs. “I mean, he does, but I fuck harder.” He winks at Danny, and Danny feels a familiar ache well in his chest. A memory of their indies era, of late nights and roaming hands, strikes him. Then the words process.

He has about a hundred questions he suddenly needs an answer to, but the one that blurts out, is, “Mox is a bottom?”

“How the fuck does that surprise you?” Yuta asks, cleaning up his stuff. Danny’s always been impressed with the speed at which Yuta can fold and put away his gear. Like he doesn’t worry about it wrinkling in his bag. “You’ve, like, watched a single match of his, right?”

“I have!” Danny says. He scrambles to his feet, suddenly self-conscious of the clothes and mess he left all over the floor in his space. “I just. He doesn’t look it, does he?”

“You have weird sex hangups, Danny,” Yuta says, and the way he shakes his head is almost disappointed. Danny feels the ache build. He hates it. “Plus, he’s a vers, technically.” Yuta’s grin goes smug again. “Well, not with me. But with other people.”

Danny lets that sink in – with other people. He wants to ask, wants to know if Yuta’s talking about past partners or a third. He wants to ask how he and Mox got together, what their deal is, what might happen if Danny very nicely asked to join.

But he doesn’t say anything and lets Yuta leave the room. And doesn’t ask again.

~

“Holy fuck!” Danny stumbles over his feet to try and shut the door, but all that happens is he falls on his ass.

“Ever heard of knocking?” Mox asks. He looks very casual for a man bent over a bench in a locker room, Yuta hilt deep inside him. “Jesus, you young kids got no manners.”

“You’re one to talk about manners,” Yuta says, smacking Mox’s ass. He looks like he suddenly remembers Danny’s is there and looks over. “Um. You gonna just sit there and watch?” His expression shifts, from mildly embarrassment to intrigue. “Thinking about that conversation from the other day, aren’t you?”

Danny can’t answer and, instead, scrambles to his feet and backs out of there. “Sorry,” he mumbles as he darts out of the room and slams the door shut behind him.

He has a new problem. He now has a visual for the idea that won’t leave him be. And that makes it even harder to pretend it’s not there.

~

“So I hear you want me to fuck you.”

Danny slips off of the treadmill and is watching himself, in slow motion, plummet to the floor, but then strong hands haul him off and set him on the floor. Like it’s nothing. He turns to see Mox grinning at him. “What?”

“Yoots says you’ve got some weird sex hangups,” Mox says. He rolls his shoulders, like he’s ready for a fight, but his eyes says something else is going on. “Thinks he and I can help. So. What do you think?”

Danny’s eyes flicker to the exit, just for a second. “Um.”

“You’re good to say no,” Mox says, fiddling with the zipper on his jacket. He leans against the treadmill, stands back up, then leans again. “If you’re not into it. If Yuta was wrong.”

“Yuta wasn’t wrong,” Danny answers before he can stop himself. A knowing, almost dirty grin spreads across Mox’s lips.

“Oh,” he says. “Oh, you want it, but you don’t think you’re allowed. Got it.” He steps into Danny’s space, so close Danny can smell the lingering sweat and cologne on Mox’s skin. “You’re allowed, baby boy,” he whispers. Danny feels a shiver go from the top of his head all the way down to his toes. “All you gotta do is ask, and me ‘n Yuta will take such good care of you.”

It’s all Danny can do not to drop to his knees right there. “Okay.” His voice is tiny. He clears his throat. “I mean, yeah. I’m asking.”

Mox pulls back and grins at him. “Awesome. Tonight after the tapings? We’ll meet you in your room.”

Danny nods slowly, the world feeling like it’s spinning around him at speeds he can’t keep up with. “245,” he says. “My, uh, room number.”

“Great,” Mox says, clapping him on the shoulder. “See you then, baby.”

~

Danny’s never felt this vulnerable before, is the thing. He’s bled in rings, he’s bled in high school parking lots. Hell, back in middle school, he jumped off the top of the swings and nearly died. He’s never felt this exposed as he does right now.

He dials a number.

“Um,” Anna says. “Hi? Why the hell are you calling me?”

“Remember that thing I told you about that I told you never to mention again?”

Anna laughs on the other line. Danny needs to get nicer friends. “How you want to fuck Mox and Yuta but you’re too chickenshit to do it?”

“Okay, I’m already being mean to myself. You don’t need to add to it.” He kicks at the hotel room desk. “I just – it’s gonna happen, and I’m freaking out.”

Anna’s quiet on the other end of the line. “Sorry. What’s going to happen?”

“Me and Mox and Yuta,” he clarifies. “Fucking. Um. In my hotel room.”

Anna laughs so hard Danny has to pull the phone away from his ear. “Oh, shit, that’s good. You almost had me going for a second there.”

“This isn’t a joke, Anna.”

She goes quiet again. “Jesus. Who’d you pay off to get your version of the lottery?”

“Be nice to me!” Danny says. Well. He whines it, if he’s honest. He’s not proud of it. “I’m freaking out over here.”

“So you called me for emotional support?” Anna snickers. “Bad plan, dude. Do you expect me to, like, baby you? Tell you it’s all going to be alright.”

“This phone call was a mistake.”

“Yes it was,” Anna says. “But, in payment for you making me laugh, I’ll give you some advice. Get out of your own head, and let yourself enjoy it. It’s not every day you get your personalized fantasy.” Danny hears something on the other end of the line, garbled speech he can’t quite parse. “I gotta go. Jack has ideas for how to fuck up Hook and I want to hear it.”

Danny rolls his eyes. “Please don’t tell me anything else.”

“What?” Anna asks. “You don’t want to hear about the time we fucked on Luchasaurus’ mask before they realized we were in their locker room?”

“Hanging up now,” Danny says. He sits down on his hotel bed and tries to make himself comfortable, like his skin isn’t lighting up with the thought of what happens next. After what happened on the indies with him and Yuta, after everything he thought they would become…Well, this setup isn’t exactly where he saw the story going.

He jumps half a foot when he hears three insistent knocks on the door and steadies his breathing before he swings open the door. “Hey,” he says, and he hates how he sounds a little breathless.

“Hi,” Yuta says. “Can we come in?”

Danny nods and steps to the side. “Yeah, course. Hi, Mox.”

Mox nods at him and squeezes his shoulder.

Danny finds himself anxious about the room – is it too cheap? Is the single king bed too insistent? Did he leave clothes or gear or shoes around the room? He has to steady his breathing again.

“I told you they had king rooms,” Yuta says, throwing himself on the bed and stretching out. Danny looks away before he remembers he’s allowed to look this time. “You did shitty research, Mox.”

“Did not!” Mox says. “They said they didn’t have any.” He looks at Danny. “Did you request a room with a king bed?”

Danny shakes his head. “This is just what they gave me. Think they thought I was all pathetic since I was one of the only people booking a room for one person.”

“You’re not pathetic,” Yuta says, rolling over to look at Danny. “You’re single. That’s not a bad thing.”

Danny feels too exposed again. He fights the impulse to run into the bathroom, to hide.

“Yeah,” Mox says, and his grin turns almost sleazy. “If you weren’t single, we wouldn’t be here to fuck your brains out tonight.”

Danny feels himself turn bright pink.

“Oh, you’re cute,” Mox says, walking toward Danny with determination. “Yoots, you forgot to mention he gets all flustered like this.”

“It usually takes him longer to get to this point,” Yuta says. “When we hooked up back on the indies he acted all tough and mean until I got him under me and then he was all, ‘please Wheeler, kiss me.’ It’s fuckin’ adorable.”

“I do not!”

Mox and Yuta stare at him with the exact same expression, something learned from endless hours together. Danny squirms under their gaze. “You do, baby, and it’s cute,” Yuta says. “How about you come over here and I can kiss you.”

Danny wants to argue. He wants to say he doesn’t need it, doesn’t want it, can do without it. But he knows he’d be lying, and maybe, just this once, he’ll allow himself to get what he wants. No consequences, no fighting it. Just acceptance. “Okay,” he says. He walks back over to the bed and hops onto it, laying down a foot away from Yuta.

“That won’t do,” Yuta says. Then there’s a strong arm around his waist dragging him into Yuta’s space, and Danny feels a bit dizzy. “That’s better. You okay?”

Danny nods. “Can – can you kiss me?”

Yuta breaks into a beautiful smile, something Danny wants to pocket forever. “Sure, Danny. Anything you want.” He leans in and it’s just like it always used to be. Sweet, soft, but something behind it hinting at the barely restrained aggression Yuta usually keeps under wraps. Danny wants him to unleash it against him. He whimpers against Yuta’s lips, throwing a leg over Wheeler’s hips to drag him closer.

“You were right, Yoots,” Mox says, voice closer than Danny expected. “He does get all whimpery.”

Danny pulls away, a little dizzy, to see Mox sitting on the edge of the bed behind Yuta, watching them intently. “Hey, baby boy,” he says when he notices Danny looking at him. “You okay?”

Danny nods. “Great. So good.” He looks down at Yuta, then up at Mox. He’s not sure how to say what he wants, doesn’t know how to ask for it. Doesn’t know if he’s allowed to have it.

“Danny,” Yuta says, reaching up to stroke Danny’s jaw. “Do you want to kiss Mox?”

Danny hesitates, but nods. “I do,” he says, voice so quiet and timid that he’s almost ashamed of it.

Without another word, Yuta sits up and Mox slides into his space.

“Hey,” Mox says. “You want to kiss me?”

Danny nods.

“Okay.” Mox smiles and it’s sweet, something Danny never would have expected from a man so often staining the canvas with his own blood. “Then kiss me.”

Danny thinks his entire body is coiled in anticipation as he leans in. Kissing Jon Moxley feels like every iteration of himself is singing – the sixteen year old wearing a Dean Ambrose shirt, the eighteen year old watching Ambrose on WWE, the twenty year old watching Mox debut at Double or Nothing, the twenty-four year old laying next to him in bed. He reaches out and yanks Mox toward him until he’s practically on top of Danny. He can’t resist another whimper at the weight, at the way Mox expertly takes him apart with his lips, with the way Danny’s mind is going nuts with the possibilities of what else Mox’s tongue could do.

“You look beautiful,” Yuta says from behind Danny. He hadn’t even realized Yuta had moved back into the bed, had lined himself up along Danny’s side. “Mox, isn’t he beautiful?”

“Yeah, kinda busy here, Yoots,” Mox says after pulling off of Danny’s lips. Danny leans up to kiss him again. “See? You made him upset.”

“I’m not upset,” Danny says. His head is swimming again. “Just – come back here.”

Mox leans back down and kisses Danny like it’s the end goal, but Danny’s dick has different opinions. Mox seems to get it and slides a leg between Danny’s, pressing gently up. Danny’s pretty sure his brain shorts out at the touch, his dick twitching in interest.

“Please,” he gasps as Mox slides his lips down his neck. “God, please.”

“Please what?” Mox asks. “You gotta tell me.”

“Don’t be a dick, Mox,” Yuta says. Danny looks over to see Yuta sternly looking at Mox. He grabs him by the scruff of the neck and lifts him so he can look into Yuta’s eyes. “Remember what we talked about.”

“What did you talk about?” Danny blurts out, before he can stop himself.

Yuta’s expression shifts gentle again. “About how, sometimes, when you’re really into it, you don’t speak. And that’s okay, as long as you know how to tell us to stop or anything else.” He eyes Danny. “Still the same?”

Danny nods. “Yeah. Three taps.”

“Good to know,” Mox says. “Three taps. Mine is ‘seashell’, just so we all know.”

Danny looks at Yuta. “Still canvas?”

Yuta nods. “Alright, Mox, you can go back to what you were doing.”

“Actually, I wouldn’t mind getting naked,” Danny says, trying for humor. “What with the hot guys in my bed and all.”

Yuta smiles, breaking his face into sunshine and glow. Danny wants to bask in it forever. “Course, baby, anything you want.” He turns to Mox. “Yeah?”

Mox nods and pulls his clothes all the way off before Danny has the time to pull off his shirt.

“Damn, Mox,” he mutters, “you work fast.”

“That’s the only time I’m fast, baby boy, don’t you worry.”

The nickname sends a shiver through Danny again and he leans up to catch Mox’s lips with his again.

He’s vaguely aware of Yuta arranging himself behind Mox, but he’s too lost in the feeling to ask.

Mox begins moaning against Danny’s mouth, dragging his lips down Danny’s jaw to settle his face in the crook of his neck. “Jesus fuckin’ Christ, Yuta, yes.”

Danny shifts to see Yuta concentrated, two fingers deep in Mox. He feels himself blush, but he’s not sure why.

“That happened fast,” he mutters as Mox works a bruise into his neck. He leans into it, gripping his hands at Mox’s waist. “I – oh, fuck – you’re going to fuck him?”

Yuta nods, and Mox bites down on Danny’s neck, making him gasp. Yuta grins. “He likes it, yeah? Biting?”

“Uh-huh,” Danny manages, nails digging harder into Mox’s sides. “Whatever you’re doing, he’s way into.”

“Good,” Yuta says. “I was thinking,” he says casually, “we’ve fucked before, Danny. Do you want Mox to fuck you? And I fuck him?”

Mox licks up the side of his neck and it’s enough for Danny’s entire body to shudder.

“Yeah, Danny,” Mox says, lips pressed to Danny’s, “want me to fuck you?”

“God, yes,” Danny moans, and it’s like the words are dragged out of him. “Please, yes.”

“Cool,” Yuta says. “Alright. Mox, move a little. I gotta get Danny.”

Danny’s a little startled at the cool air rushing over him as Mox rolls off of him, but then there’s Yuta in his place, and he’s got Danny’s legs collected around his shoulders.

“Can I touch you, Danny?” Yuta asks, dark eyes even darker. “Can I open you up?”

Danny nods, can’t speak, just nods.

“Okay, love.” Yuta turns and kisses Danny’s ankle, then shifts. “Of course.”

Danny doesn’t have time to think about the nickname, doesn’t have time to freak out about it, because Yuta’s slick, just that much familiar fingers are sliding against his hole and he can’t –

“Danny,” Yuta says carefully, fingers stilling, “nod if you’re okay.”

Danny nods frantically, and thinks, in the back of his mind, that he must be something close to good for Yuta to know him this well.

“You sure?”

Danny nods again.

Yuta’s face shifts into that beautiful smile again. “Okay, love, I’m gonna open you up. Anything wrong, show me what to do.”

Danny taps three times on the bed.

“Good, love,” Yuta says, and Danny practically melts when Yuta leans in to kiss his forehead before returning to press his fingers inside of Danny.

Mox has a reassuring hand on his chest, murmuring dirty and delicious things in Danny’s ear as Yuta is silent as he adds another finger, then another. The sensations are blowing his mind into dust, sending him into delight and desire and nothing else. He’s not able to access anything outside of this moment – outside of Mox and Yuta and the sensations coursing through his nerves.

“More,” he mumbles. “Please, more.” He looks over at Mox. “Fuck me?”

Mox lights up. “Yeah?” He glances over at Yuta. “He ready?”

“I think so,” Yuta says. “Danny, are you ready, love?”

Danny nods. “Yes, god. Yes.”

Yuta stands and walks to the end of the bed and Mox takes his place, hands surprisingly gently as they smooth up Danny’s thighs.

“Nod or tap, okay?” Mox asks. “Can – can I fuck you now?”

Danny nods emphatically. “Yes,” he says. “Mox, please.”

Mox grins. “God, you really are cute.”

Danny waits as patiently as he can as Mox slides on the condom and slicks himself up. He slides his fingers down between Danny’s cheeks.

“God, you’re so – fuck,” Mox sighs. “Yoots, you were right. He feels incredible.”

Danny wiggles his hips, trying to bump himself up against Mox’s dick.

“Right,” Mox chuckles. “Good?”

Danny nods.

“Okay.”

Mox is slow and methodical as he slides his dick into Danny, like he’s scared he’ll hurt him.

“He can take more than that,” Yuta says, laughing. “Can’t you, Danny?”

“I can,” Danny says. His voice sounds funny to his ears, like they’re not quite his words.

Yuta’s smile over Mox’s shoulder sends a shiver through Danny’s body. “I’ll show you.” He pushes into Mox, not too quickly, but fast enough that it jolts Mox further into Danny’s body, and Danny’s eyes roll back in his head.

“Oh,” he gasps. “Okay. Good. This is good. Got it.” Mox grins down at Danny. “You good, baby boy?”

Danny nods. “Please,” he whispers.

It takes a minute for the three of them to sync up, but it happens and Danny thinks his vision has blurred except for the the points of Mox’s and Yuta’s faces. Mox runs his thumb across Danny’s lower lip and Danny sucks it into his mouth, swirling his tongue around the pad.

“Jesus,” Mox says, looking almost reverently down at his own hand. “Yoots was right about you.”

“I’m always right,” Yuta says. “So perfect, isn’t he?”

Danny closes his eyes and smiles around the thumb in his mouth. He’s perfect. Yuta said so.

The world swims as he grips at Mox’s biceps, feeling Mox inside of him and Yuta’s thrust as more of a hint than a surety. He reaches down to wrap his hand around his own dick, but fingers tangle around his hand.

“Let me,” Mox says gently. His hand is slick and warm as it slides up and down Danny’s dick, the motion building and building. Danny’s suddenly reminded of the wave pool at his local water park, the smaller waves cresting and building and cresting until the wave is so big he can’t keep his head above water and just has to dive into it. And he does. With a wordless cry, he dives into the feeling as it pulls him into bliss. He knows words are happening around him and he gives a weak thumbs up, thinking, inexplicably, of Orange Cassidy as the aftershocks wind down.

“Fuck,” Mox grunts. “God, baby, so good – ”

“Go ahead, Mox,” Yuta says. Danny thinks his voice sounds tight. “Come for me.”

Danny feels it inside him, the pulsing, the shove deep within him. He wants to feel it over and over again.

He manages to open his eyes in time to see Yuta coming, his eyes pressed shut and mouth open in a silent O. Danny pockets it next to his heart.

He lets his eyes flutter shut, for how long he doesn’t know, and then someone taps his arm.

“Hey,” Mox says, “I’m going to move you so we can get the covers fixed, okay?”

Danny nods, and allows himself to be moved around gently, forcing his eyes open again so he can help a little. He frowns as he notices that Yuta’s gone.

“He’s just getting a towel, baby boy, don’t worry.” Mox leans down and kisses Danny’s forehead. “It’s okay. He’ll be right back.”

Danny nods and pulls Mox back into bed, burying his face in the crook between Mox’s neck and shoulder. Mox wraps his arms around Danny’s back, and he feels safe. Danny curls his arms up around his chest.

“Okay, you two,” comes Yuta’s voice. “I gotta clean you both up.”

“I got myself,” Mox says. “You make sure the kid is okay.”

“I thought I was the kid.”

“Not when Danny’s in the room,” Mox says. Danny thinks he can hear the smile.

Danny feels a gentle hand on his thigh. “You okay for me to clean you up?”

Danny nods, and feels Yuta mop up the lube from his skin. “Th-thanks,” Danny manages to stutter out as Yuta gently wipes him down. Mox pulls the covers up, ready to pull over Danny once he’s clean.

“Shh,” Yuta says gently. “You don’t need to talk, love. Just nod, or tap if something’s wrong. I got you.”

Danny nods, managing a smile. “Yeah?”

“Of course.”

Yuta curls into bed next to Danny, face to face while Mox is behind him. They’re quiet as Mox pulls the blankets up around them. Danny can’t help it – he buries his face into Yuta’s chest and sighs.

Instead of pulling away, Yuta wraps his arms around Danny’s shoulders and holds him close. Danny exhales slowly, feeling Mox’s big hands rub gently on his arms.

It takes some time, but Danny feels like he can finally figure out words eventually. “How do you know me still?” he asks, pulling away from Yuta. “After everything, why…why would you…” He doesn’t know what to say, what he wants to ask. His words leave him and he looks back up to Yuta’s eyes, only to see him smiling softly.

“Danny,” Yuta says, cradling his face, “I’ve always told you. You can always trust me, no matter what happens in the ring. And I’ll always listen to you. No matter how you say it.” He leans in and kisses Danny’s forehead, so sweet Danny might cry. “Okay?”

All Danny can do is nod, but he thinks that’s enough.

Yuta pulls him into his arms and holds him tight while Mox softly holds his hand on his other side and Danny thinks, maybe, this is where he could belong.

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Mini Playlist:

Claws - Kim Petras

Do I Wanna Know? - Arctic Monkeys

3 - Britney Spears

Baby Boy - Beyonce feat. Sean Paul

#IT'S FINALLY DONE #This one was a bitch to complete and I'm not sure why #wtf i like wrestling now??? #in which sara writes #MoxDannYuta #MoxYuta #MoxDanny #DannYuta #I'm a sleepo now

[cynder-wolfy]

I’m trusting AEW to complete the narrative arc of Darby winning the title from Mox. I Am Trusting Them

#I think... #I think darby might have been his first indie match???? #at GCW #I swear darby was his first true indie match after leaving wwe #Jesus he really needs to take the title from Mox #yeah it was either darby or when he fought josh Barnett #I’ll have to check #but he came out to dirty deeds done dirt cheap lmao #I remember that #but like the story is there!!! they can make a massive star out of darby from this!! they’d be fools not to!!!

[aewhore]

Tunnel Vision ~ Eddie Kingston x reader

*WARNING* THIS IS SUPER ANGSTY (and probably badly written) 

Author’s Note: This is my first attempt at fanfiction because people seem to like the prompt i posted of “I don’t know who you are anymore” so here’s the story i envisioned for it!!!! ENJOY

Eddie didn't want the AEW championship, he needed it. The hunger he had for that title is what drove him, it’s what powered him to fight every Tuesday and Wednesday night. it guarantees the respect of his so called co-workers who’ve looked down on him since day 1 of joining this company, with that title he could finally get back at all the people who called him a garbage wrestler. 

That’s where your problem was. Eddie had become so fixated on beating- NO! making Moxley quit that he’s changed completely. He’s become bitter, when you two speak on the phone he speaks as if he is being physically burned or tormented by the world he’s created his head. he spends most of his time either pacing a hole into the hotel room carpet or at the daily’s place with the family working on ways to beat Mox. He hasn’t been back to your shared home in  New York in weeks, he claims if he leaves Jacksonville he’ll become distracted and won’t be prepared for Full Gear. You can’t help feel completely neglected, as you yourself are a wrestler but are currently out due to a rotator cuff tear but you’re still helping out backstage as a coach as you feel the dynamite tapings are your only time you get to actually see Eddie anymore. with your injury you need Eddie’s loving support now more than ever but it doesn’t even feel like you rank on his list of priorities. When you see him backstage at dynamite he gives short answers about how he need to focus on winning right now but he’s going to bring the belt back for you and how he is finally going to right all the wrongs that AEW has done and that means making Mox quit, even if it’s the last thing he does 

You and Eddie have been dating for nearly six years at this point, what drew you to Eddie was his honesty, how he spoke his mind and to hell with anyone who didn’t like him, but what made you stay was how loyal he was. He let you see a side of him that not many people get to see, a softer side. You got to see how his beautiful green eyes would soften when he looked at you, as if you were the solution to every problem he’s ever had. You can’t just throw that away! but you’ve also never seen Eddie like this before. Now instead of love or lust in his eyes you only see torment, confusion and hurt. You’ve tried everything at this point and you’re running out of options and sanity. When will enough be enough? 

It's hours before the go home episode of dynamite for Full Gear on Saturday. you’re slowly but surely making your way towards the Family’s dressing room. Tonight was the night you were going to confront Eddie. you were going to give him no escape tonight. He has to talk about what has been happening between the two of you. You let yourself into the dressing room as the guys are used to you looking for Eddie. The room is empty except for Eddie blankly staring at the wall to the left of you as he does his wrist tape. 

“Hey baby, i need to talk to you.” you say as you side step into his eyeline. “listen doll, i don’t have the time ri-” you cut him off before the excuses could start “Well if you don’t have time then you’ll just listen!” you say as you dragged a chair in front of the bench he’s seated on. 

You take a moment to really look Eddie in his forest green eyes that for the first time almost seem blank of emotion, before asking “What’s going on Eddie?” “What do you mean doll?” you breathed out a sigh as you realize this is going to be more difficult than you thought. “what i mean by that Eddie, is that you haven’t spoken to me in weeks and i want to know why?” Eddie was clearly taken off guard by this as his eyebrows creased with confusion “what are talking about? we literally talked this morn-” “NO EDDIE! we didn't talk this morning, I spoke at you and you grunted back at me, i bet you can’t even remember what I said can you? I’ll wait Eddie '' seeing his face turn from shock at you yelling at him to dread as he realized he couldn’t remember a single word you said to him back at the hotel room this morning.  

“Listen doll-” “don’t you doll me Eddie, Jesus Christ Eddie do i even matter to you?” your patience was wearing thinner as the seconds passed. “Don’t say that doll, of course you matter to me! I love you don’t I?” Eddie was chuckling by the end of the sentence. Your eyes fall to flour and you can feel your heart begin to crack. “I don’t know anymore Eddie, do you?”  Eddie’s face fell as he scrambled to put a sentence together. “Doll don’t say that!! i love you more than anything” you knew his actions proved this to be a lie. “if you love me so much why don’t you talk to me? and don’t give me that i need to focus bull shit, we both know that’s shit” Eddie’s resolve was thinning as your ,however justified, questioning wore him down. “Well what the fuck do you want me to say then, Jesus doll, This title is my number one priority until i win it and show everyone that I’m the best in this entire god damn company” your eyes started to well up as you realized that you were coming to a cross road with Eddie. “but you’re already the best to me! is that not enough?” Eddie answers the question before thinking “No it’s not, your approval hasn’t gotten me jack shit in this business” 

If you thought your heart was breaking before, it shattered with this revelation. Your worst nightmare has come true. Eddie doesn’t need nor want you anymore. “Well then... i see how it is... “ as you start to walk out the door, Eddie grabs your arm to pull you back to him and breaks his silence “Wait.. doll i didn’t mean it like that, you know what i meant.” you were fully crying at this stage, “you know what Eddie, No. i don’t know what you meant by that because i don’t even know who you are anymore.” you pull your arm from his grasp. “Doll.... what?! where are you going?” you stop at the doorway to glance back at him “I’m going home to my parents Eddie, I can’t do this anymore. I deserve better than this, I’ll send my brother to pick up my things. I love you, goodbye” you let the door shut behind you as you leave the man you once hoped to be your future, in the past.

#Eddie Kingston #Eddie Kingston fanfic #Eddie Kingston imagines #aew fanfiction #aew fanfic #aew imagine #aew angst #angst #wrestling fanfiction #first fic #pls be kind #all elite wrestling #aew full gear

[banannabethchase]

A followup, if you will, to @sarahcakes613's MoxNick fic. What exactly did Yuta mean when he said, “So I’m gonna – go. Find someone to do. Something. Find something to do.”

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Look I've been dying to write MattYuta for MONTHS and all that was missing was a plot and now this happened so ????

Fic title from Ain't My Fault by Zara Larsson.

This is very E rated and I would recommend checking out the tags on AO3 for more details as to why I felt the need to make this additional disclaimer.

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Yuta fumbles for the doorknob and stumbles out the door. It’s not that he’s had this in mind, exactly, but it’s hard not to wonder what a dude looks like naked when he’s pulling your hair and you’re grabbing at his waist for, like, a job.

Part of him just wants to find some closet somewhere, get his gear around his thighs and remember what Nick looked like grinding against Mox’s skin while Mox grinned at him over Nick’s head. But that feels like taking the easy way out, and Jon Moxley taught him better than that.

He lifts his head from his phone, where he was frantically asking Mox to tell Nick to text him a certain phone number, when he slams into somebody. They topple to the floor, and Yuta ends up face first in the guy’s hair.

“Oh.” He can’t help but grin. “Matt, do you know what serendipitous means?”

“No,” Matt says, wiggling under Yuta, but not like he wants to get away. He bucks his hips. “Why?”

“No reason,” Yuta says. “I mean, I need you to be hot, not smart.”

“Excuse me?!” Matt half shrieks, shoving Yuta off of him. “Don’t be a dick.”

“I – wait,” Yuta follows Matt as he stalks away, unable to avoid the fact that his shorts are unbelievably tight and shaped to Matt’s ass. “Hold on, I was –” He sticks his foot in the door. It looks like an empty locker room, probably where the girls had been changing earlier that night.

“How the hell am I going to get rid of you?” Matt asks, arms folded across his chest.

Biceps, Yuta’s lizard brain screams.

“I don’t want you to get rid of me,” Yuta says, “I was trying to piss you off!”

“Why?” Matt says. “Why would you do that?”

Yuta shrugs. “Mox says you guys like it freaky. Like, hate sex?” He winces at himself.

Matt stares at him, and Yuta suddenly feels vulnerable as Matt’s eyes drag down his body. “Are you comparing whatever this is to the weird thing my brother and Mox have going on?”

Yuta shrugs. “I mean. Kind of.”

Matt groans. “Ugh, fine. God. I’m so annoyed you’re cute.” He steps into Yuta’s space, yanks him down to his level, and kisses Yuta. It feels annoyed and frustrated, but it’s good, and Yuta wraps an arm around Matt’s waist to yank him in.

“Jesus,” Matt mumbles, lips still pressed to Yuta’s, “you want me to hate you, you gotta kiss me a little meaner than that.”

Yuta shrugs. “Alright.”

Yuta walks them backward and slams Matt into the wall, grabbing Matt’s jaw and tilting so he can get his tongue more firmly in Matt’s mouth. Matt moans around it, knees weakening. Yuta presses a thigh between Matt’s legs. He’s hard already, and Yuta laughs against Matt’s mouth.

“Fuckin’ desperate, aren’t you,” Yuta murmurs, latching his teeth to skin at Matt’s neck. Matt squirms like he can’t decide if he wants to pull away or get more. “Were you in that hallway looking for me?”

“For Nick,” Matt whines, grinding down on Yuta’s thigh, “he – he wasn’t – wasn’t answering my texts.” He cuts himself off with a moan and grips Yuta’s shoulders. “Oh my god.”

“Yeah?” Yuta says, remembering how Mox was talking to Nick. “Gonna get yourself off in your shorts? You really are desperate.” He laughs, a little darkly, trying to ignore his own insistent boner.

“Not my fault,” Matt laughs, eyes squeezed shut as he gets a rhythm going, “you guys all looked really good out there, beating up Chaos. Not my fault that gets me off.”

Yuta shrugs. He slides his hand down to the button of Matt’s jeans and checks with him, eyebrow raised.

Matt nods so frenetically his hair flies everywhere. “Yes,” he says.

Yuta moves his thigh and unbuttons Matt’s shorts, shoving them down Matt’s hips in one motion. His dick springs out and Yuta pauses to spit in his hand before curling his hand around Matt.

“Oh, god,” Matt moans, dropping his head against the wall. “God, this is so much better than the last time I was in a high school locker room.”

“Yeah?” Yuta asks. “What, the hot jock in high school wouldn’t rail you?”

“I was homeschooled, you dumbass,” Matt gasps. “I meant when I was – god – when I was wrestling shitty shows.”

Yuta leans in and sucks a bruise against Matt’s neck. “Yeah?” he asks.

“I mean, you – you are hot,” Matt mumbles, thrusting up into Yuta’s fist, “you know that, obviously.” He interrupts himself with a whine as Yuta rewards him with a faster pace. “I’m – Yuta – Wheeler – I’m –”

“Do it,” Yuta commands, and he laughs as Matt moans and squirms, coming all over Yuta’s hand.  

“Look at you,” Yuta says, stroking Matt through the aftershocks, “shameless.”

Matt nods, eyes glazed over. “I – oh – too – too much.”

Yuta pulls his hand away. “You made a mess, Matt.” He quirks an eyebrow. “Clean it up.”

Matt rolls his eyes, just a little, but then sucks Yuta’s fingers into his mouth, eyes locked on Yuta’s. He starts swirling his tongue around Yuta’s fingers in a way that makes Yuta feel a little dizzy.

“You think that’s good?” Matt says, smirk turning a little bitchy. “Wait ‘til I get my mouth on your cock.”

Yuta nods, trying to get his breathing under control. “Yeah, okay.”

Matt drops to his knees and grabs the waistband of Yuta’s gear, yanking it down around Yuta’s ankles in one move.

“I’m gonna blow you now,” Matt says, casually. “So, like. Tell me if something’s wrong.”

“I’m not going to say – oh, fuck.” He fights the urge to push up into Matt’s mouth. “Jesus, Jackson, you may not be a generational talent in wrestling but you sure are at sucking dick.”

Matt pulls off of him and glares. “Hey!”

“You wanted me to be mean, didn’t you?”

“Yeah, but not professionally!” He smacks Yuta’s thigh. “Call me a slut or tell me I’ve got a whore’s mouth, something like that, but don’t insult my wrestling. Jesus.”

He must not be too bothered about it, because he sinks his mouth back around Yuta.

He’s good enough at sucking cock, too, that Yuta doesn’t even notice when the door bangs open.

“Wheeler,” says Shota, “are you here? Mox is – oh.”

“Hi!” Matt says cheerily, pulling off of Yuta’s dick. “I’m Matt. Jackson, obviously. Great to meet you.”

“It’s super weird that you’re introducing yourself to my friend with my dick out,” Yuta grumbles.

“I don’t want to be rude!” Matt says. Yuta is astonished at how he manages to look prissy while on his knees with precome and spit on his lips.

Shota looks between Matt and Yuta, then takes a step back. “I’m – I’m going to get coffee,” he says slowly.

The door closes and Matt looks back up at Yuta with giant eyes, fluttering his lashes.

“Yeah, I – god, yeah,” Yuta says. His head makes a dull thunk as he drops it against the wall. Matt grabs his hand and anchors it in his hair.

“Huh?”

“I thought you wanted to make it mean.” Matt’s eyes have a challenge in them.

“God, fine.” Yuta slides his hand more firmly into Matt’s hair, the way Mox had told him Nick likes it. It really is like a handle, he notices, as he drags Matt’s mouth back onto his dick and moves him so he’s bobbing up and down. “You look good like that,” he murmurs, “like, really good.”

Matt gives him a thumbs up.

“Okay, I don’t need in progress commentary,” Yuta mumbles, but Matt amps up his movements and Yuta stops being able to think.

He yanks Matt’s head back right before he comes. “I’m gonna –”

“Yeah,” Matt says, stroking Yuta’s dick, “I know.”

Yuta comes hard, all over Matt’s face, and wants to snapshot the look of Matt grinning up at him through a face full of his come in his mind forever.

“Mean enough for you?” Yuta asks, trying to steady his breathing. He closes his eyes. “Fuck.”

“Pretty good,” Matt says. He stands and grabs the bottom of Yuta’s BCC hoodie and wipes his face off.

“Hey!”

“Oh, don’t act like you don’t jack off onto your BCC clothes with your friends,” Matt says.

“How do you look smug covered in cum,” Yuta mutters, but he doesn’t stop Matt, just spins his way out of the hoodie so Matt has more to work with.

“It’s a gift,” Matt says. “Did I get all of it?”

Yuta checks his face, and uses the hoodie to mop some stray mess in Matt’s hair. “You’re good now.”

Matt beams at him, and Yuta remembers why he has such a big crush on the guy. “You’re good at being mean,” he says. “Just – stay focused with it, right? If you bring in the real world too much, it can take people out of it.”

“Are – are you giving me a formal review of – of my dirty talk?” Yuta stares as Matt adjusts his shorts and shirt, checking himself in the mirror.

“You said you were new at it,” Matt says, popping his collar, then frowning and fixing it back to normal. “I’m here to help. Consider it a mentorship.”

“A mentorship in dirty sex?”

Matt throws a smile at him. “What, you’re going to say no? You never have to Mox.”

Yuta sputters half-formed sentences as he chases Matt out the door. “I have! I have to Mox!”

“You’ve what to Mox?” the man in question asks, hand in Nick’s back pocket.

Matt leans against the wall, a knowing sort of grin on his face. “Mox,” Matt says, “has Yuta ever said no to you?”

Mox laughs, throwing his head back. “Oh, god, no.”

The others laugh hysterically, and, this time, Yuta’s the one pouting.

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Wrestling fandom has turned me from "I don't want to even read this" to "sure I'll write that" with so many tropes and this fic is evidence of like three of them.

Mini playlist (crackfic? Crack playlist.): Mean - Taylor Swift Get Lucky - Halestorm Something in Your Mouth - Nickelback Throat Goat - Kim Petras Ain't My Fault - Zara Larsson

#MattYuta #Here have this #I don't even #*hangs head* #I'd say 'sorry Mom' but unfortunately I share an audible account with her #So #wtf i like wrestling now??? #in which Sara writes #sarahcakes613