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ametrinearrows · 6 months

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In The Stands

Something hadn’t felt right when I walked into the arena. Nothing seemed to be out of the ordinary at first glance walking in. Everybody was rushing around the place acting totally normal. Set crews were here, there and everywhere making sure everything was set for tonight’s show. Other superstars were just getting to the arena as well and getting settled. Everything seemed to be just as it always was.

That was until Miz came running up to me as I was just about to go into my locker room. “Hey, Logan.” he greeted as he tried to catch his breath. “Have you seen or heard from YN?”

YN YLN was my girlfriend of about a year and just so happened to be Mike’s little cousin. The girl was also a WWE Superstar as well. My girl’s got talent that went beyond any level you could have imagined, and I'll brag on that every chance I get.

I shook my head. “Nah, man, not today.” I said as I opened the door. “She did say something last night about coming up here early to get some solo bumps in but other than that I haven’t really heard from her. Have you checked her locker room? She might have crashed with how early she said she wanted to get here.”

It was normal for YNN to wake up early in the morning to head to the area for solo bumps. She says it's nice and peaceful when no one is here but her. Gave her time to think. But on more than one occasion I have found her dead asleep on a bench in her locker room because she went too far on little body fuel. The first time I found her like that, her breathing had evened out so much that it looked like she wasn’t breathing at all, and I freaked out. It wasn’t my best moment, but I care about her wellbeing.

“I did.” Mike stated and placed his hands on his sides. “She’s not in there. I’ve checked to see if maybe she was talking to Vince. He hadn’t seen her. The girl isn’t in the ring doing bumps or passed out. The arena’s manager said YNN was here this morning, and he hasn’t seen her leave. At this point I’ve ran out of places to look.”

He followed me into my locker room as I went to set my bags down. “I’ll try her phone maybe she’s gone to get a bite to eat.”

Mike shook his head. “Don’t bother.” he said and sat down on the closest bench. “YNN left that in the pocket of her bag. I saw it when I went in there looking for her.”

I nodded. “I’ll see if I can find her. Stay here in case she comes looking for me and call me if she does.” With a nod from Miz I headed out of the locker room.

As I searched the labyrinthine that was the backstage area for my missing girlfriend, I asked every other person I saw if they had seen any sign of her. If it wasn’t a disheartening shrug, it was a sympathy filled look. No one had seen her it seemed like and if they had, they weren’t about to say anything. It wasn’t until I stepped out into the stadium and ran into Stephanie, who was talking to the set manager, that I had some sort of a clue.

“Hey Steph, you wouldn’t happen to have seen YN anywhere around, have you?” I asked as I walked up to the Co-CEO of the company. The worry was undoubtedly painted on my face by now.

Stephanie looked up at me from the pieces of paper she had in her hand. “Ummm, yeah, actually. Not too long ago.”

“Where?” I questioned but instead of answering she just motioned up to the top of the bleachers with her head. I looked up in the direction she had motioned to and saw a small familiar figure off in the distance on the very last row of seats. “Ah, thank you.”

After hopping over the placed barricade, I slowly made my way up the stairs. As I got closer, I could see the light reflecting from tears that had rolled down her face. YNN had her knees pulled up to her chest and she was hugging them tightly to herself. I didn’t know what was making her feel this way, but I was determined to fix whatever it was.

“Hey, Babygirl.” I said softly as I took the closest seat next to her. “Why are you up here all alone?” Pulling her to me, I kissed the top of her head gently. “What’s wrong?”

“It’s... it’s been a long week.” YN said as she looked up at me, her eyes red and puffy from crying. “And with WrestleMania this weekend, I’m feeling the pressure. So much so that when I came up here to take a break earlier, I... I couldn’t get myself to get back up and down to the ring.” she sniffled as she tried to compose herself. “I train the way I do not to prove anything to anyone, or to myself because I know what I can do and what I'm capable of, but because I’m feeling of being the biggest letdown if I'm not at the top of my game.”

I laid my head gently on top of hers and said, “Baby, the pressure isn’t the thing you need to worry about, and neither is being a letdown. You, my love, are the only one I know that can push back the pressure like it wasn’t even there in the first place. There’s nothing you can’t do when you put your mind to it. You’ve got WrestleMania in the bag, sweetheart, there’s no doubt in my mind about that. I’ve seen you push yourself to the brink of exhaustion and even over the line just to be ready for a normal day at work. Which I do have to admit, isn’t necessarily good for you either, may I add.”

YNN let out a soft giggle. “I do have a bad habit of doing that, don’t I?”

“Uhhh, you think?” I asked with a chuckle of my own. “You know how to worry me and Mike, is all I'm saying. Oh, and next time it happens, I'm totally getting Hunter on your cute butt.” I booped her nose slightly which brought a smile to her face.

My YHC haired girl leaned into my hold, letting loose the grip she had around her knees so she could wrap them around me. “How do you always know what to say to make it all feel okay again?”

“Oh, I don’t. But I’ve been with you long enough to know that when you’re downing yourself you need to know what the people you care for most are thinking and so I just speak my thoughts the way I think them and hope it works.” I admit as I close her into my hold.

“Mike’s worried isn’t he.” she questions after a second or two of silence.

I nodded slightly. “Out of his ever-loving mind.”

YN sighed and looked up at me with her YEC eyes twinkling with a new kind of light. “Guess we should go let him know I haven’t gone insane yet.” With that she and I stood up and walked down the stairs, over the barricade, and back to my locker room.

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cas-backwards-tie · 3 months

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ADCU Masterlist

A/N: Just making a separate masterlist for this because I have a fair number of these and also there's a bunch of different characters!

Kylo Ren

Call Me Kylo | Officer!Reader ↠ You're tasked with getting the Commander's signature to finish your assignment. Unfortunately, you can't find the Commander anywhere.

Correspondence ↠ The Supreme Leader has a lot on his plate, leading him to neglect certain things... like himself, for example.

Nothing But A Monster | Vampire! AU ↠ Forced to accept help from a mysterious stranger, you find yourself in a predicament of sorts.

It’s The Small Things ↠ Kylo finds your optimism odd in place of the First Order.

The Meaning Of Care | Officer!Reader ↠ Kylo Ren takes care of you when you're sick? That's something you never would've seen coming.

Clyde Logan

Pinball & Motels ↠ Roadtrips, A present for Clyde, and the one-bed trope? What more could you ask for?

A Day Off ↠ Clyde finally takes a well-deserved day off.

Flip Zimmerman

Frenzied Rendezvous* ↠ Flip finally has his way with you after enduring your teasing all night long.

Pale

Early Mornings ↠ Pale wakes up to find you making breakfast. It's like you plan on staying or something. Wait... do you plan on staying?

Solo Triplets

A Quiet Night ↠ The boys want to take you out on a proper date.

Ben Solo

Fairytale Mess* ↠ Sleeping with Ben Solo doesn't seem like such a bad idea when you're both under the influence.

Paul Sevier

Extraordinary ↠ Paul attempts to go out and have a social nigh. After everything that's happened... things haven't changed him that much, have they?

Daniel Jones

Late Night Confessions ↠ Dan wakes you up with a drunken phone call.

Headcanons

Breakup Headcanons

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sydsaint · 3 months

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I'm a slut for a cocky blond man. <3

Summary: The reader encounters Logan's charisma firsthand when he attempt to get a meeting with Nick Aldis.

"You know I bet that you're used to flashing that pretty-boy smile and for people to just start falling over you, huh?" You stare across your desk at Logan Paul.

"Well I mean, it is a nice killer smile," Logan replies with a grin. "And don't kid yourself, YN. I can tell it's getting to you." He winks at you.

You scoff and roll your eyes at the current US champ. Logan came strolling into the office around 10 minutes ago wanting to talk to your boss, Nick, about something or other. The only problem is, that Aldis is on an important call and asked not to be disturbed.

"You can keep giving me those puppy dog eyes all you want, Logan." You remain firm on not letting Logan through the door. "But it's not going to work on me. Nick will be done with his call soon. You can wait like everyone else." You insist.

"Oh but I'm not like everyone else, am I sweetheart?" Logan replies. "I'm the best US Champion of this era. Not to mention the co-owner of the premier energy drink company, Prime. And an accomplished social media star." He rattles off his accomplishments with a grin. "Plus, I'm handsome."

You scoff and roll your eyes. "Full of yourself is more like it." You clap back at him. "You can be as famous as Vince McMahon himself, Logan. And I still wouldn't let you through the door." You flash him a smile.

"Come on, YN!" Logan whines. "What's it going to take for you to let me in to see Aldis?" He asks you.

"How about an appointment?" You reply with a grin. "Or maybe perhaps, Nick coming out of his office to greet you?" You taunt him.

Logan bites the inside of his lip. It's not every day he runs into someone that can keep up with his nagging and persistence with such bravado. Especially not someone as gorgeous as you.

"Hey, did I see you drinking a Prime when I came in earlier?" Logan asks you. "A Cherry Freeze, right?" He scans your desk for the bottle.

"I might have been, yeah." You keep your answer vague. "Why?" You quirk a brow at the blond.

Logan sits down at the chair in front of your desk and takes his phone out. "You're obviously a fan if you're drinking one." He points out. "So you should let me put you on our PR list. It'll get you monthly shipments of whatever your favorite flavor is. Plus you get first access when new flavors drop." He explains.

You sigh and hold back the smile daring to grace your lips. You know that Logan is just buttering you up to get what he wants. But being on the Prime PR list sounds like a dream come true considering how much you drink the stuff.

"Alright." You sigh and pull out your phone to give Logan the information he needs to add you to the list. "This still doesn't mean that you're getting in to see Nick." You add.

"I know." Logan surprisingly nods. "I guess I can wait a little bit. The view in here is pretty nice."

You look up from your phone at Logan's comment about the view. "Really?" You laugh. "You've resorted to hitting on me?" You chastise him.

"What can I say?" Logan shrugs. "It's not every day I meet a girl as quick-witted and pretty as you are, YN." He winks at you.

"Mhm." You hum and shake your head.

The phone on your desk rings and you answer it. Logan watches you intently as you listen to the brief call before hanging the phone up.

"Mr. Aldis will see you now." You hang up the phone and gestured to the door off to the side of the room.

"He can wait for a second," Logan replies with a sly grin. "I've got something more important going on right now." He insists.

You can't help but laugh. "Oh, yeah? After all that whining? What could be so important?" You ask him.

"Getting you to go out with me," Logan replies. "So, wadduya say, YN? Dinner? My treat?" He asks you.

You gaze at the egomaniac in front of you. 'Damn, he's good.' You think to yourself. But Logan flashes you those soft puppy dog eyes from earlier and you know that you can't turn him down.

"Sure, why not?" You accept the offer. "You've got my number. Now go see Nick before he changes his mind." You gesture to the door.

"Yes!" Logan cheers with a grin. "Just you wait, YN. You've never had a stellar night out until you've rolled with me, sweetheart."

You giggle as Logan struts off to his meeting. "I'm sure." You watch him walk off.

You already know that you're about to be in for one hell of a first date. That's a given. Now you just have to get through the rest of the work night.

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co-sharkie · 2 months

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The Doctor is In!

Grayson Waller x F! Reader; Austin Theory x F! Reader; Logan Paul x F! Reader

Summary: The boys can’t help but act like they’re hurt so they can see the team medic.

Notes: this ended up longer than I expected lol my bad

Michin was hanging out backstage with you, chatting about the club you were hoping to go to in the next city. You were the main medical professional of Smackdown. Whenever a superstar felt a little out of it, they would go to you.

One of the women you were closest with was Michin. You two always tried to hang out after shows or even just during travel. She also noticed a few boys that couldn’t keep their eyes off of you.

“Medic! Hey!” Logan Paul limped towards you, calling out. He hovered a hand over his knee.

You guided him to a nearby chair so he could rest his knee. “What happened?”

“After my win, my knee just started hurting. Makes it kinda hard to walk.” He dryly laughed. You ignored his boasting. He always tries to tell you about his victories when he sees you.

And yet somehow, he always ends up ‘injured’. “Did you land on it weird at all?”

“Uh… no.”

“Hm. That’s odd. Normally knees don’t just start hurting to the point where you can’t walk on it. Unless it’s something really bad…”

Logan gulped. “Like… what do you mean really bad?”

“It could be a multitude of things. But since you often come to me with knee problems, I’m think it might be bursitis.”

Logan looked at his knee that he held in both hands. Then to you, who looked awfully concerned. Then back to his knee. “What’s the cure for bur–bursitis?”

“I hate to tell you this, Logan.” You sighed. “Sometimes the only known cure to this is amputation. And with how common it is for you, I think it’s past the point of a standard household cures.”

Logan quickly stood up. “Wow, look at that! I’m no longer feeling a ton of pain!” He laughed and kicked his ‘hurt’ leg out. “You’re so great at your job, you know that?”

You smiled and waved him off. Michin watched with her arms crossed. She found the boys hilarious.

“I should really get going, I think I had a backstage interview scheduled soon. Thanks so much for fixing me up, though!” Logan quickly skittered off.

Michin chucked at the sight of the man running off with his tail between his legs. “What a joke.”

“Awe, play nice, Michin. Some people just want to see their favorite medic.”

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The following week, it was Austin Theory who came to you, complaining about his back. With his ring gear, it was much easier to see his back than it was to see Logan’s knee.

“Hold still, let me check it out.” You said. Austin stood in the makeshift medical room, allowing you to inspect his back.

“Tell me if anything hurts.” You pressed on the muscles of his back, feeling for any abnormalities.

Austin was relaxed under your touch. He always felt calm in your presence. “I heard Logan stopped by.”

“Last week, yeah. Said his knee was hurting again.”

“You are aware he’s faking it, right?” Austin asked.

“Well aware. Told him last time that we might need to amputate his leg.” Austin laughed with you. He wished he could’ve seen the social media star’s face at that moment.

You finished inspecting Austin, and decided nothing horrible was wrong with him. “I think you just took a rough bump. You might have a bit of a bruise, but nothing extreme. You want some painkillers?”

He nodded and you grabbed a bottle from your bag. You shook the bottle over his hand to let a few pills fall. “If you’re still in pain by next Tuesday, let me know.”

“You got it, doc.” He smiled and left the medical room.

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Michin met you later that night, asking you about how your work was going and asking if you’d watch her match tonight. “So long as no one comes to me with a traumatic injury, of course I’ll be watching!”

Michin smiled. “Glad you can see me kick ass!” You two laughed together.

Grayson Waller came walking into the medical room. He held his bicep as if it hurt. “Hey, (Y/N). Mind checking me out?”

You sighed and shared a look with Michin. Grayson, just like Logan, always came to you with a fake injury. “I’m gonna go get ready for my match. I’ll see you later, boo.” Michin said.

“See ya, Mi!” You waved to her as she left. Turning to Grayson, you notice he didn’t have his hand on his arm anymore. “What seems to be the issue, Waller?”

Grayson hopped up on the examination table. “What happened to calling me ‘Gray’?” He frowned. “I liked that.”

“Oh, y’know. Just trying to be professional with my patient.” You walked up to stand next to the arm you assumed was hurting. “Now what hurts?”

Grayson pointed at his left bicep. “This.”

“Where at on ‘this’?”

“No need to know the specifics, doc. I already know the remedy.” He grinned.

“Oh yeah? And what’s that.”

“You could kiss it better.”

You rolled your eyes. “I’m not kissing your bicep, Gray.”

He threw his head back and groaned. “Why not! What if I said it was my lips that hurt, then would you?”

“No.”

“Cheek?”

“No.”

“Forehead?”

“No. I’d think you’d have a concussion, though.”

Grayson pouted. “Does your arm actually hurt or did you just come to flirt with me?”

“It doesn’t actually hurt…”

You pat his should in reassurance. “Gray, it’s ok to talk to me without faking an injury. You can just find me backstage or text me.”

“But you’re always busy!”

There was a knock on the door to medical. You called for the guest to come in. Kevin Owens opened the door. As he walked in, he noticed Grayson sitting on the examination table.

Kevin groaned and turned around, about to walk away. “Kevin, you’re fine to come in. Grayson was just on his way out, weren’t you, Gray?”

“What, no I–” you gently pushed on his back to urge him off the table. Grayson forced himself off the table and sluggishly walked towards the door. He gave you one last pouty look before leaving.

Kevin glared at Grayson as he left. “I just needed something for a headache, but it looks like you already got rid of the cause.”

—

“You got to be careful with those sells, Austin.” You were massaging the back of Austin’s neck. He came to you saying it was sore. “If you hold a position on your neck like that for too long, it could do some serious damage.”

He leaned into your touch. “Yeah, but at least I can come see you.” He smirked.

“You want to be able to turn your neck, don’t you?” His smirk fell.

The door to medical opened abruptly. “Medic! I think I broke my–what are you doing?” Logan Paul stood in the doorway, stunned by what he walked in on.

“What’s wrong?” You asked Logan. You stopped your work on Austin’s neck.

“Why were you touching him like that?” Logan pointed at Austin as he stared at you.

You walked over to Logan. “Don’t worry about that, what do you think you broke?”

“I didn’t break anything, but I’m about to break his face!” Logan held his finger up, indicating he wanted a fight with Austin.

Austin stood up for defense. “Woah, boys! Hold on!” You quickly got between them and held your arms out, trying to make distance between them.

“Logan, relax. Austin, sit down please.” You tried to mediate the situation as the boys argued with each other. Both towering over you, so you could do little to stop them if they did decide to fight.

Once again, the door to medical flung open. Grayson came stumbling in to the situation, not an idea what’s going on. He looked at each of the boys, who ignored his appearance and continued to argue, before looking at you in the middle.

“What’s going on?” He asked. His concern evident.

You ran out from between the boys and stood next to Grayson. Luckily, neither of them advanced towards one another.

“I was massaging Austin’s neck because it was sore and he wanted help, then Logan came in saying he thinks he broke something but he took this out of proportion and now they look like they’re going to take each other’s heads off and I’m not experienced in sewing bodies back together, please do something!”

Grayson tried to keep up with what you were saying due to the speed that you got everything out in.

Grayson stepped up near the boys, putting a hand of each of their shoulder’s. “Listen, boys. We can all get a massage from (Y/N) as long as we don’t argue.”

“Grayson, that’s not what I meant by fixing it!”

Logan looked between everyone. “Are you kidding me? This is the woman I’ve been trying to court for so long and you just think you can walk in here and act like she’s yours?”

“And she’s yours?” Austin reacted offended. “I was here first, if anyone is taking her out it’s me!”

“Mates, I respect you and all, but clearly I’m her favorite.” Grayson said to the boys. “Isn’t that right, (Y/N).”

All three boys turned to look at you but recoiled when you looked furious. “All of you disappoint me. I am not an object, so don’t talk about me like I am one!”

You stormed towards the door. “None of you will be getting any date from me, and if you have any medical issues, find someone else!”

The door slammed behind you.

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The strong arms of Michin wrapped around you as you cried into her shoulder. She rubbed your back soothingly, not minding the tears that wet her shirt.

“And to think I felt somewhat attracted to any of them!” Your voice was raspy and you ranted. “Then they just go around, thinking I’m some sort of object! I had no problem with the flirting and the faking injuries and all, but…”

“Shh.” Michin shushed you. “Just breathe, boo. Don’t even think about them.”

You took in deep breaths. “It’s so hard not to when I stared to fall for them.”

Tiffany Stratton came in with a hand full of snacks. “I got your favorites, babe! Come eat instead of crying over boys!”

You smiled and let Michin guide you to the futon of the hotel room. Tiffany set up a drink for you and dumped a bunch of chips on a paper plate.

Both girls sat on either side of you, wrapping an arm around your shoulder. You three snacked on chips and talked about everything but boys. These two girls were your life line, and you couldn’t help but love them for all they do for you.

—

Sitting in medical, you decided to organize your bag of supplies as the current match played in the background. It was the week after you snapped at the boys. Tiffany and Michin ensured you were well taken care of on the travel to the next stadium. Keeping you company with food, movies, date nights and parties.

Your counting of supplies was interrupted by a knock on the door. You zipped up your bag and called for the guest outside the door to come in.

Turning around on your stool, you frowned at the face that came through the door. Logan shifted into the room. He held a bouquet of flowers and a small teddy bear.

“Hey…” Logan started. “I wanted to come see you and apologize. For last week.”

“Apology not accepted, please leave.” You turned back around to the desk located in the medical room.

“Wait, I didn’t even get to say my speech–”

“Are you hurt?”

“No…”

“Then leave. I’m not happy with you right now.”

Logan sighed and ran a hand through his messy blond hair. “Yeah, I know that. That’s why I got you these and rehearsed an entire speech to say sorry.”

Logan walked up next to the table. He set the flowers down and put the teddy bear in front of you. “Can you please hear me out? Just for a minute?”

“You have exactly 60 seconds. Don’t waste your time.” You looked at your watch.

“Ok! I know what I, and the other guys, said was unacceptable. I shouldn’t have snapped at you, or at Austin. And I’m sorry for doing that.” Logan took a seat during his talk. “I’m really sorry for making you feel like you weren’t even a person, (Y/N). I really am.”

You continued to stare at your watch. Logan took that as an indicator he still had time. “Ever since I joined WWE, I’ve been basically just entranced by you. You’re incredible and if you’d let me, I’d love to take you out on a date sometime.”

You put your hand down on the table. The teddy bear a mere few inches from your fingers. You still did not look at Logan.

“I’ll accept your apology for now. But that doesn’t mean you can take me out. Just because you apologized, doesn’t mean I fully forgive you.”

Logan held a big smile when you looked at him next. “That’s totally understandable. Thank you for hearing me out, (Y/N).”

Logan stood up and made his way to the door. Before leaving, he stopped and had one last question for you. “This means I can come see you about injuries, right?”

You dramatically sighed. “I suppose.”

Logan fist bumped the air, then left the room and gently shut the door behind him. You laughed. While he did upset you quite a bit, he at least tried to make it up to you.

—

The night trailed on. No one came to you for an injuries and it gave you plenty of time to think. The teddy bear and bouquet still sat at the table, a constant reminder of Logan’s advances.

It wasn’t until the end of the night, after the show was wrapping up, did someone come see you. Grayson gently opened the door with a to go container from catering.

You tried to ignore his presence but he came up to the table you still sat at. “I brought you some stuff from catering.” He said as he placed the box in front of you. He pulled some packaged plastic silverware from his sweatshirt pocket and put it on top of the box. “Figured you haven’t eaten yet.”

You sighed. “Is this your way of apologizing?”

“…maybe.” He clasped his hands in front of himself awkwardly. “I’m not the best at saying sorry, but I am.”

Your silence gave him permission to continue. “I’m sorry for giving you a hard time. You’re one of the most amazing people I know and I don’t like you being mad at me.”

“If you don’t like me being mad, then why did you make me mad?” Grayson couldn’t come up with an answer. “You put all the spotlight on me during your stupid argument with those two. Do you not understand how uncomfortable that was?”

“It was stupid of me, I know. And I’m really sorry.” Grayson’s tone made it sound like even he was upset with himself. “I completely get it if you don’t forgive me, but I want you to know that I am really sorry.”

You finally looked at him. His eyes showing remorse for what he did, a frown upon his lips. “I’m not going to say I forgive you just yet. But I do appreciate the apology.”

Grayson smiled. “That’s ok, I get if you want more time to think about it and stuff. I’ll still be around.”

“I’ll come find you when I’m ready to forgive you.” Grayson’s mood was now uplifted.

“I never got you a drink!” He finally realized. “I’ll go grab you one.”

Grayson made his way towards the door and as he backed out to the backstage area, he said one last thing to you. “By the way, (Y/N), I’ll always wait for you.”

—

It wasn’t until the following week that Austin apologized to you. He waited until after the show, late into the night. He knocked on your hotel room door right as you were about to crawl into bed.

You were upset that someone had come to interrupt your night, and it didn’t make it any better when you opened the door and saw Austin. “What do you want?” You rather grumpily asked.

“Can I talk to you for a minute?”

You rolled your eyes. “Are you trying to apologize?” He nodded.

Sighing, you opened the door wider, motioning him to come in. “Fine, but make it quick, please. I was about to go to bed.”

“I will, don’t worry.” He smiled. He made his way into the hotel room, taking a seat on the chair located across the bed. You sat on the edge of the bed in your pajamas.

“I’m really sorry for what I said. I shouldn’t have said it, and I really didn’t mean it.” His words came out fast. It was almost hard for you to follow. “I know you are not an object and I’m so sorry for making you think you were.”

You stared at Austin, still a little disgruntled. “Why did you wait so long?”

“I wanted to give you time and space. I figured you probably wouldn’t want to see me for a while.” He played with his thumbs as he sat there, under your harsh gaze. “I also knew that Logan and Grayson went to see you last Friday night. Didn’t want to make you listen to all of us the same night.”

You fell back on the bed. “Austin. You were the only one of you three to come see me about a legitimate concern. I expected you of all people to handle that situation maturely.”

Austin shifted in his seat. Staring at the ground never felt so comforting.

“And yet you try to start a fight with Logan.”

“He started it–”

“You’re not helping your case.” You sat back up to face Austin. He looked up to meet your gaze.

“Sorry. I’m just really sorry about this whole thing.” Austin apologized. “You mean the world to me and I really hope you can come to accept me again.”

“Just like I told the other two…” you started. “I accept your apology, but I will not forgive you yet.”

He nodded in understanding.

“You three really upset me with your words and actions. But I am happy you all came to properly apologize to me.”

Austin gave you a faint, soft smile. “It doesn’t matter how long it takes for you to forgive me, I just hope you do.”

“Trust me, Austin. You’ll know if I don’t.” You stood up, making your way to the head of the bed. “Now get out of here so I can go to bed.”

Austin quickly got up from the chair and trotted to the door. “Yes, ma’am!”

—

It was the night before Smackdown. You were getting ready to go out with the girls for some fun in the city. Your phone dinged from a text.

Logan 6:50pm

Hey (Y/N)! What are you up to tonight?

You smiled. Ever since Logan has apologized to you, he’s done a lot better. He only comes to you to talk (flirt) or when he is seriously feeling rough after a match.

(Y/N) 6:51pm

About to head out with the girls. What’s up?

Logan 6:51pm

Just wondering if you would be down to go out Saturday night. Just you and me.

You have been seriously contemplating your relationship with the three boys lately. Their apologies still rang fresh in your ears. The sincerity from all of them was enough to make you forgive them on the spot. But you didn’t.

(Y/N) 6:53pm

Let me think about that. I’ll have an answer for you tomorrow after the show. That work?

Logan 6:53pm

That’s perfect! See you tomorrow ;)

—

You slipped off your shoes when you got back to the hotel room. It was just after midnight when you got back. You were exhausted and about to go to sleep in your clothes.

You finally turned on your phone after ignoring it for a few hours. There were a few notifications.

Austin 8:30pm

Hey, I’ve been thinking about things for a while and I wanted to talk with you. Do you have time to call?

Austin 9:13pm

Gray said you went out with the girls. Give me a call when you can?

Grayson 9:45pm

having fun? i saw michin’s instagram post

Grayson 9:49pm

btw you looked really beautiful

Grayson 9:51pm

you always look beautiful but purple just looks really good on you

Grayson 10:03pm

we should hang out some time? i know a really good restaurant around here

Too exhausted, you turned off your phone and crawled into the new bedding recently placed on the hotel bed. The fresh, clean sheets sending you right to sleep.

—

When you woke up, the sun shone through the sliding balcony door. You forgot to close the blinds before leaving last night. You rolled over to check the time on your phone. The notifications from the night prior still on the Lock Screen.

You rubbed your eyes at the intense brightness of your phone. Unlocking it, you ordenes your text messages.

(Y/N) 10:42am

Sorry, got carried away last night. Did you still want to call?

Austin 10:44am

Yeah. That’d be great. I take it you just woke up?

(Y/N) 10:45am

Yeah lol

Austin 10:45am

Don’t worry about calling me yet then. I’ll let you wake up first :) call me later!

(Y/N) 10:46am

You’ll be hearing from me soon then :)

You took your phone and rolled over to face the window. The sun shone brightly into the room, reminding you that it was morning. You closed out of Austin’s chat and opened up Grayson’s.

You smiled at his text messages. He tended to have a hard time complimenting other people.

(Y/N) 10:51am

Thanks Gray <3

(Y/N) 10:51am

What restaurant are you talking about? I might be interested…

Not waiting for a reply, you set your phone down and went to start the shower.

—

You finished up in the bathroom then made you way back to your phone. You wanted to call Austin, but Grayson’s messages popped up.

Grayson 10:54am

welcome back to the land of the living lol

Grayson 10:55am

the place i know is korean bbq

Grayson 10:55am

but i also know a place that has some really good pizza if youre interested in that

(Y/N) 12:01am

Both sound pretty great! Did you want to go this weekend? We can invite Austin.

Grayson 12:03am

i was hoping it could just be us?

(Y/N) 12:04am

You make it sound like it would be a date……..

Grayson 12:04am

kinda the plan lol

Grayson 12:05am

i been hoping to ask you out for a while now

You took a deep breath. Two boys asked you out for this weekend. And you were sure when you call Austin it would be three.

While you knew these boys flirted with you a lot, you never thought it would get to the point when they would actually ask you out on dates.

You clicked on Austin’s contact and pressed the call icon. The phone rang twice before Austin picked up.

“Hey!” He seemed elated that you called him.

“Hey Austin. Sorry for not calling you sooner. Just had one hell of a night.”

Austin’s laugh met your ears. “No, don’t be sorry. I saw Michin’s posts. You looked like you were having a ton of fun.”

“It was a lot of fun…” you trailed off. “So, what was it you wanted to talk about?”

“Oh.. uh..” Austin seemed to immediately get nervous. “I wanted to just let you know something.”

“I’ve been holding it in for a while, but after feeling like I almost lost you, I’m ready to officially tell you.”

You stayed silent at his pause. Your silence made Austin feel more nervous, but he swallowed back the fear.

“(Y/N), I’ve been basically in love with you since you first helped me. Since you helped me with my busted knee, I’ve been attached to you.” Austin sputtered out. “And I understand if you don’t feel the same way, but I want to just shoot my shot.”

Austin took a deep breath. “Will you go on a date with me, (Y/N)?”

You stared at yourself in the mirror that hung above the dresser in the hotel room. You met your own eyes as you thought about how to answer this question.

“Austin, I-”

“You don’t have to answer now if you don’t want to.” Austin said in an attempt to comfort you. “I can wait however long you need.”

“Yeah, just give me a little bit to think this over.”

“Of course.”

“I’ll see you tonight, though. Bye, Austin.” You exchanged goodbyes before you hung up. You fell back on the bed.

The phone that was once resting beside you was now at your ear as you made another phone call. This time, to Michin for advice.

#wwe x reader #grayson waller x reader #wwe fanfiction #Logan Paul x reader #austin theory x reader

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magnoliacharmed · 3 months

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A Lot to Learn

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18+, Drew McIntyre x Logan Paul, one-shot

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Tags: Slight age difference, face fucking, anal sex, bruises, come eating

Word count: 2110

Author's Note: ¯\_(ツ)_/¯

Logan pranced. He pranced and paraded and trounced around backstage like the little boy he was. There was only a ten year age difference between him and Drew, but it felt more like fifteen. He was just so immature— he had no idea what it was like to work his way up to the top. Drew had to claw to the main event, just to have the floor fall out from under him when it was his moment to shine. Logan skipped his way in with his silly social media clout and got the US title bestowed on him like a crown. A crown for a prince that would never truly be a king, a holdover belt to tide his ego over. At least Drew could say there was some prestige to the World Heavyweight Championship. With him earning it, because there was no other option but for him to win, it would gain even more honor. He was a Top Guy, an important figure, something Logan Paul could never be.

“You’re pushing my buttons, kid. I suggest you go find someone else to mess with.”

“No man, I’m doing just fine right here. Am I bothering you?”

Yes.

“You bother me the same way a gnat does. Mild irritation, nothing I can’t handle.”

“Oh?”

Drew shut his eyes and let his hands rest behind his head. Once Elimination Chamber was over, he and Logan would not be anywhere near each other event-wise. He could focus on more important, worthy opponents, men with years of experience that showed in their sore muscles and scratched up bodies. Logan’s chest was disgustingly unblemished. No scars or bruising, no ring burn discoloring his skin. It was soft, it was pretty… it was fresh. It’d been a while since Drew had seen anyone with so much newness about themselves. Apparently no one had gotten to him yet, not even Roman from what the locker room gossip whispered through the grapevine. So Logan was a bit of a princess, wasn’t just letting any knight in the castle. Interesting images began to form in Drew’s mind.

“Don’t you have to go get ready.” Drew hoped the finality in his voice came across to Logan. It seemed to register in his head, only to be immediately tossed out into his mental wastebin. Logan looked down at his silly yellow vest and smiled the smile of someone who knew how annoying he was being.

“I am ready.”

Drew laughed. Ready, sure. Oh, the boy thought he was.

—-

Elimination Chamber was a hard fought match. Once again though, Drew did what he did best. He brawled and won as it was meant to be. Even with Randy stalking around, Bobby giving it a fair shake, and LA Knight showing impressive drive to be the best, the other men didn’t stand a chance against Drew. His prophecy was inching closer to being fulfilled, with no help from Logan buzzing around the ring. He spent a good majority of the match taunting him, which Drew thought was quite bold. It was cute, he was like a puppy nipping at his heels for attention. Drew had noticed that was just the way he was, always poking and prodding at bigger men for scraps of acknowledgement. Maybe it was time to give him what he needed so he’d stop being such a fucking nuisance.

“Great job out there Drew. Hope my dick drawing didn’t distract you too much.” Logan stood at Drew’s door a sweaty, disheveled, slightly pink mess. That worn out, used up look fit him a lot better.

“Not at all. Nothing was going to get in my way of going to Wrestlemania… not you or your dick, sweetheart.”

A separate, deeper flush than the one that painted his chest colored Logan’s face as he smiled again. It didn’t quite reach his eyes this time due to some sort of anticipation and fear that flashed in his irises.

“Thinking about my dick, are you Drew? I’m not surprised, I tend to have that effect on people.”

“You’re quite smug for someone who's had everything handed to him.”

Drew was up and approaching Logan before he could run out of the door and back into his hidey-hole of a dressing room. Probably nothing but bottles of Prime and yes men in there waiting to praise Logan for the bare minimum of selling like he was supposed to and not injuring anyone. It made Drew sick. Logan looked down at the knob and felt the cold surface of the door against his back while Drew’s heavy breathing made his chest rise and touch his. Drew had a lot of dark chest hair that Logan suddenly had to urge to rub his face in.

“You’re right, I have been given a lot. I can admit that I always get what I want, as long as I ask for it.” Logan stared up into Drew’s eyes with a pout that immediately made Drew’s cock stiffen up.

“So you just asked for big matches? For the US Championship?”

“I asked. Triple H and the executives felt like I deserved it. It was a mutual thing.”

Drew’s expression hardened. What a little jerk, throwing his weight around like that. Of course they would let him get high profile events, he had millions of followers. That meant he deserved shots that the other guys who’d started out wrestling in high school gyms for free food would have never bothered to dream of.

“What are you going to ask for now?”

The skin around Logan’s eyes creased when he laughed. It sounded undone and nervous, no usual unearned confidence making it too loud of a noise.

“You gonna show me more of what’s under that kilt? I think you tried flashing me as a distraction so you could win.”

“I would’ve won whether I did or didn’t flash you.”

Drew removed his kilt and pulled down his trunks in quick succession, exposing himself to Logan without ever looking away from his face. The sides of Logan’s mouth twitched when he saw how perfectly thick Drew’s cock was. It was crazy he wore trunks knowing he was that was big.

“Nice.”

“Hm. You know what you’re gonna do for me, Logan? You’re going to earn what you want tonight. For the first time in your life, you’re going to have to work for your reward. Got it?”

Logan shrugged and decided to throw caution to the wind. He always got what he wanted in the end. It might take a few false starts and pit stops, but it worked out in one way or the other. He rubbed his face into Drew’s chest and inhaled deeply. His post-match sweat was intoxicatingly strong and only served to make Logan rush to get on his knees. Drew rolled his eyes at the way he exaggeratingly crossed his eyes at the length of his dick. Everything was a joke to this kid.

Logan pulled out his own cock as he took Drew into his warm mouth. The scent of his sweat was amplified twice over that close to his balls and his mass of equally dark pubic hair. Wrapping his hand around himself, he felt precome drip out onto his fingers. Drew was already groaning from the way Logan hollowed out his cheeks around his dick.

“You’re a pro at this, huh? Been getting your practice in on the other boys?”

“Not yet,” Logan squeezed himself and stroked with a fervor, then continued to suck.

Drew couldn’t help but to feel like he was going to come thinking about Logan with his mouth open and waiting for Roman or LA Knight or Santos, any one of the guys he’d provoked over the last year or so, to paint his tongue back to back. His hands reached to grab into the weirdly cut strands of Logan’s hair so he could push his dick past his tongue and down into his throat. Surprisingly he took it well with no tears spilling out or teeth scraping the sensitive skin. Drew closed his eyes and shoved Logan’s head completely against himself, letting the boy gag around him until he slapped a hand against his thigh to let him breathe. Although he felt like he’d die from the loss of sensation and wet, pretty noises, Drew slowly removed himself from Logan’s mouth.

“I was just about to come too, fuck.” Logan poked his bottom lip out petulantly.

“You’ll be happy you didn’t.”

Logan was pulled up off of his knees only to be dragged over to the nearest couch. Drew took his time and got comfortable when sat down on it, spreading his legs wide open and letting his cock bob in the air.

“Come on, take those off and come sit in my lap,” Drew patted at his upper thighs, also covered in hair, and winked at Logan. He wasn’t done with him yet, not by a long shot. From the speed in which Logan stripped down, he knew he wasn't done either.

Drew picked up a bottle of lube from the side table and squeezed a generous amount into his hand to smooth across his dick. All of Logan’s thoughts, what few he had in the first place, left the building when he sank down onto Drew in one swift movement. Drew’s eyes widened in surprise; he didn’t know Logan was that capable.

“Aren’t you a good boy?”

Drew began to fuck up into Logan before he could respond. His face slackened up in ecstasy with every thrust inside of him. Logan attempted to ride back against him, but his aching legs betrayed him by shaking. Not only was he being fucked harder than he’d ever been, the chamber match had done a number on him too. Maybe Drew and the others thought he was just there to bring fresh eyes to the program, but he really was trying his hardest in the ring. Just as soon as he was ready to give up and let himself enjoy it all, Drew pressed his fingers harshly into the flesh of his hips. The sudden pain gave him a jolt that motivated him to grind deep and huff out shallowly.

“There you go. I knew you’d like that, baby,” Drew smoothed over the marks he’d left deep in Logan’s skin. It was a good thing he wore tights instead of trunks, or else the top brass would have his head for leaving their golden boy all ruined. Logan responded with a steadying breath that turned into a destroyed moan when Drew grabbed at his twitching cock. Gasps fell from Logan’s mouth every time Drew stroked him with his rough palm while he plunged himself as far as he could go inside of him.

“Please Drew, please—“

Drew watched as Logan’s body shuddered hard while he came. It leaked out messily onto his hand, Logan bucking up into his fist involuntarily from the orgasm. His vision cleared up enough to see Drew holding up said hand to his lips for him to clean up. With the first couple of licks, Drew once again sank his fingers back into the bruises on Logan’s hip to lift him up off of his dick. Seconds later, he felt the warmth of Drew’s come splash across his ass and the very bottom of his lower back.

“Really got me good here,” Logan ran the pads of his fingers against his reddish-purple bruises and bit back a moan.

“Wanted to leave a little something behind. Now you’ve got some scars, something that proves you can take a little pain. It looks like you like having them, too, which is an even better sign. It means you’re finally on your way to becoming a worthy competitor. Maybe one day you’ll face me for the title.”

Drew’s smile was patronizingly sweet as he ruffled up Logan's stupid haircut further. Logan was still a young man. It’d take a lot of hard work and practice, not necessarily with Drew alone, to really turn him into the best he could be.

“Yeah, maybe so.”

“Until then, you come find me or any of the other guys and we’ll try to help you, okay?”

Logan nodded as he put his gear back on in a daze, not even bothering to clean himself up.

“We won’t break you— not too badly anyways.”

Logan let a weird smile spread across his face when he reached the doorway. It was huge, all teeth and kind of crazy with the corresponding way his pupils blew out and let the blue that surrounded them turn into little slivers..

“What if I wanna be broken?”

#drew mcintyre #logan paul #wwe #elimination chamber #wrestling #magnoliafanfic #wrestling smut #wwe smut #wwe fanfiction

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hopeamarsu · 2 years

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ADCU

* = Smut

** = Stories that might have triggering content. Please read the tags and keep safe.

Flip Zimmerman

Ember of a dying flame

Can’t wait to see you glow

Sunday morning

Silence - Loquacity

Hit The Slopes - White on White

Cinnamon rolls

Little fella

Robbie series: Piece of Heaven - Building Trust

Eating Out (In) *

Hurt No More *

Hurt

Clyde Logan

Beautiful eyes

Burns

The Proposal - masterlist (12 chapters)

Thoughts - Fantasies - Conversations

Body Work

Night Moves (collaboration with @clydesducktape) *: Part 1 - Part 2 - Part 3 - Part 4

Midnight Sun

Skin on Skin

What Are You Waiting For

Chicken Wings

River Lea - Part 2 **

Mixing Sessions * : Whisper of Desire - In-Ear Monitor - Stereo Love - Loudspeakers - (Bonus track: The drinks)

Walk With Me: No Sleep - 5 hours, 32 minutes - I Don’t Know - Patience

Alone

Healing Hands

Kindness of a Stranger

Calla lilies

Leather and Lace

Ronnie Peterson

A Moment of Calm

Escape

Invisible

Words

Date Night Disasters

The Rooftop

Titanium

Keep it Safe *

Sweetie Pie

Night light **

Rick Smolan

When You Know

The Dam

Senses: Touch - Listen - Scent - Watch - Taste

Kylo Ren

Man or Monster

Seeing double

The Gift

My treasure

Training Mat

Adam Sackler

Bring on the Men - Phillip Altman x Adam Sackler

Snow Angel

Stripped Bare

Misc

I want this - Paul Sevier *

Come Alive - Toby Grummett **

#adcu #adam driver character fanfiction #flip zimmerman #clyde logan #ronnie peterson #rick smolan #flip zimmerman x reader #clyde logan x reader #ronnie peterson x reader #rick smolan x reader #blackkklansman fanfiction #logan lucky fanfiction #the dead don't die fanfiction #tracks 2013 fanfiction #kylo ren #paul sevier #toby grummett #adam sackler #phillip altman

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yourdazzlingbuddy · 27 days

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I've written this weeks ago just wanted to share this with y'all.

Grayson Waller x Logan Paul

pure smut. semi public sex.

Maverick Knows Best

Logan Paul is a party freak and he doesn't care if it's night or day, he only wants to celebrate everyday as a new day, party is his life.

Logan is in his limo, scrolling on his phone, the whole limo was surrounded by fans, waiting Logan to come out and sign autographs for them, but the problem wasn't Logan, the problem was the news reporters, media and the security, who were keeping the fans away from Logan, because media invited Logan here for an interview bout his early life and current status, but Logan wasn't enjoying the interference between him and his fans, he loves to meet fans and the love from fans he appreciates the most but these media security guys were bothering him so he better busy himself with his phone, Logan's guard knocks on the window gently to inform him something.

" Mr Paul your friend want to meet you and he's here right now standing next to me" The guard informed him.

Logan looked at the window fans were chanting and booing about something that Logan didn't understand.

" Let him in! " Logan said, but because of noise guard didn't hear clearly so Logan said it twice in a row aloud, guard heard him and let the guy in, Logan wasn't in mood til he realizes it was Grayson Waller himself.

The both men shake hands and hug slightly each other.

" Hi what are you doin here silly?" Logan with an extra excited voice.

" Checked your Instagram story, your dull emoji told me that you don't want to come here, so here I am! " Grayson clarified himself with a huge smile on his face.

" Aw bro, thanks it's been a borin day until now! " Logan said and punches friendly on Grayson's shoulder Grayson chuckles as usually.

" Wanna go somewhere else? " Grayson asked.

" Yeah but how do we get out of here without being seen? " Logan shrugs.

" No worries when Grayson Waller is here for ya lad! " Grayson replies with a gleeful smile.

Grayson leans to Logan a bit and said something in his ear, Logan paid attention then looked at Grayson and a huge smile comes on his face.

" Dude you're a genius!" Logan said.

" Where's the lie " Grayson winks at him and slowly opens the other door of the limo without being seen by the driver and fans and gets in to crowd by crawling and gives Logan a single to join him, Logan immediately follows Grayson and the both men crawled out of the huge crowd and ran away from the place, the both men crossed the zebra crossing and reach to the other side of the zebra crossing.

The both men heavily breathing from running out of stamina.

Logan was in bending position then he slowly gets up and looked at Grayson and the both men start laughing about it.

" That was awesome, you did it bro!" Logan said and pats on Grayson's muscular arm.

" Nah we did it lad!" Grayson replies back and friendly punches on Logan's shoulder.

Logan pause for a while and gazed into Grayson's eyes then smiles deeply.

" Yeah we did it, drink not prime!" Logan asked and laughs about prime thing.

" Sure lad, there's a bar across the street and relax the guy who runs the bar ain't interested in showbiz thing so there will be no prob!" Grayson replies, Logan was gazing at him while he was busy in talking and pointing.

" C'mon lad!" Grayson said and walk away.

" Hi wait for me bro!" Logan runs after him.

Grayson bring Logan to the bar where Logan found the room full of the strangers and they didn't pay attention when the both men arrived and take their seats, bartender turns to them and ask for the order.

" Whiskey for sure!" Grayson said.

Bartender turns to Logan.

" Yeah whiskey for the win baby!" Logan shouted happily.

Bartender shake his head as yes and bring whiskey for them and serves them.

Grayson picked his whiskey and looks at Logan.

" Cheers lad for our successful runaway!" Grayson said and makes Logan laugh.

" Aw man, yeah cheers!" Logan smiles and cheers, and the both men start drinking whiskey.

After a long chit chat about their work the both men finished up their whiskey and before Grayson could pay for the drinks Logan pays and winks at Grayson.

" Benevolent eh!" Grayson answers Logan's wink.

" Where's the lie, mwah!" Logan with naughty tone of his own, making Grayson laugh.

" Hi let's take a walk bro!" Logan asked for Grayson's hand, Grayson smiles and put his hand in Logan's hand, the warmth of Grayson's hand awaken something inside of Logan.

Logan grabbed on Grayson's hand and take him out of the bar, the whole way Grayson was talking as usual but Logan was gazing at him.

Grayson looked at Logan when he didn't get response from Logan, he paused from the way Logan was gazing him.

" Why you lookin at me like that?" Grayson asked with a nervous voice.

" Keep talkin I'm listenin dude!" Logan replies with a weird tone and he blinks slowly, wrapping his both arms around Grayson's arm.

Grayson's bottom lip slowly trembles then he released his arm from Logan gently.

Logan eyes widened, as he sees Grayson releasing his arm from him.

Grayson slowly pants and leaning towards Logan.

Logan slowly panting seeing Grayson leaning towards him.

The both men still were on the road.

But the road was quite empty and silent as well.

Grayson slowly opens Logan's lips with his hot finger, Logan pants more and more, as felt being touch by Grayson.

Grayson kisses him deeply, Logan jumps and rides on Grayson while being kissing by Grayson.

Grayson took him in the nearby phonebooth and cravenly start touching Logan everywhere of his body makes Logan panted his name out.

" Uh Grayson... uh..." Logan whispering his name.

Grayson turns Logan and grabbed his waist and kisses on the shoulder, Logan's back was touching Grayson's chest.

Logan put his own finger in mouth try not to make noise, Grayson leans more close and began to sniffs on Logan's neck to ear.

Logan closes his eyes immediately and hold tightly on Grayson's hands, wrapped around his own waist.

Grayson gently take Logan in his arms and gently took his clothes off a half from behind and enters in.

Logan slowly moans then gather himself and close his eyes and feel the warmth and love he's taking from Grayson.

Grayson was handling Logan in a police man position, and stalling Logan a bit closer to the booth's door.

Street lights were so dim, so they weren't going to be spot in someone's eyes.

Logan was gasping and moaning slowly softly until Grayson finished up, Grayson slowly pulled it out and kisses on Logan's shoulder and put Logan's clothes back on the place, and then goes for his own.

Logan wipes his lips gently and turns to Grayson.

Grayson smiles while perfecting his own outfits.

" You nailed me nearly! " Logan whispers.

" Glad to hear that, lad!" Grayson replies and trims his own hair.

" I think we shoulda go fo anotha round " Logan said shamelessly and giggles like he always does.

" I was thinkin the same!" Grayson replies.

" Hi ma hotel is nearby let's go there for round two!" Logan winks.

" Aw baby that sounds AWESOME!" Grayson shamelessly replies and high fives him gently.

" And captcha this night, make it memorable!" Logan said.

" Good idea, how bout tapin it?" Grayson and Logan come out of the booth and walk away, holding onto each other's hands.

" Exactly, baby, and then we gonna party " Logan gently replies,

Grayson snaps with other hand and pointed at him a huge smile on his face and they both leave to Logan's hotel.

The End 🩵

#wwe #smackdown #logan paul #logan paul wwe #maverick #grayson waller #Grayson waller wwe #wwe smackdown #friday night smackdown #smackdown live #wwe smackdown live #wwe smut #wwe superstars #fanfic #fanfiction #gay #smut #story

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aromanticannibal · 1 year

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one of the funniest things is still when youtubers read fanfiction of them

#when they aren't uncomfortable bc otherwise it's just. uncomfortable #watched Danny Gonzales and drew Gooden read a fanfic of Danny x drew fanfiction (terribly written im lowkey wondering if it's not a joke #fic)#and like it was so funny they #they really ask the right questions neither of them shaken by 'Drew's always had a crush on danny' or whjne one of them got pregnant #but they were so confused on how they could get a paternity test that showed the baby was Logan Paul's (i think? or Jake Paul??) but like #the day after the pregnancy test was done #which was ofc a couple of hours after they fucked. obv #but like theyre joking sm it's hilarious

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madamejustice527 · 11 months

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After Matt Riddle spills some major family tea, Roman goes in for the psychological kill.

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landhoehoehoe · 2 years

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how many words are we at for the logan fic? just checking in....👀

I'm literally so sorry but I am in a slump right now...

I was hoping the time away from writing would give me more motivation to write and I have a list of prompts waiting in my notes but somehow I am just not in that F1/motorsport mood rn, especially since I missed Monza :(

I am trying tho, but I have bad news concerning the Logan fic bc that one has literally become my worst enemy lmao

I've started multiple Paul Aron/ Arthur Leclerc/ Marcus Armstrong prompts to take my mind off the Logan and Dennis stories but somehow nothing seems to work for me atm 🫠

#formula1 #formula 1 #f1 #formula 2 #fanfic #fanfiction #dennis hauger #f1 fic #prema racing #logan sargeant #arthur leclerc #paul aron #marcus armstrong

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colrocks · 2 years

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(Okay, so I'm deeply sorry about this. I was bored and I wrote like 10 parts to this but I wanna spread it anyway even though I don't have an ao3 account yet.)

Jake Paul caressed her body with his gentle fingers. The girl was turned on by everything he did. But she wanted him to do more to her. Jake would slowly strip her, teasing her. Making her want more, in fact. Beg for more. He would be making out with the girl while caressing her honkers. Her tatas were big, they felt like water balloons. The girl had a bit of a bush, but Jake didn't judge. He just wanted the girl. He began to speed up the process because he quickly wanted a sexual result. He felt happy to finally be inside of her. The girl would moan with tears, tears of joy.

God, idfk what's wrong with me and idk why I'm writing this shit

#jake paul #jake smut #18+ blog #smut #logan paul #fanfic #fanfiction #lol

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ametrinearrows · 7 months

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Perfectly Suited

In the bustling backstage area of a WWE event, Logan Paul had just finished his match against The Miz. His adrenaline was still pumping as he made his way back to the locker room area, eager to unwind and prepare for a relaxing evening with his girlfriend, YN YLN.

As he entered their shared locker room, he found YN standing in front of a full-length mirror, dressed in her new ring gear. She looked stunning, but the uncertainty in her eyes was impossible to miss.

YN sighed, her gaze fixed on her reflection. "I don't know, Logan. I just don't feel confident in this new gear."

Logan approached her, his voice soft and reassuring. "Hey, don't be so hard on yourself. You look incredible."

YN turned to him, a hint of doubt still in her eyes. "You really think so?"

Logan nodded earnestly, his eyes locked on hers. "Absolutely. You always look amazing, YNN. But this gear? It suits you perfectly. You're a superstar, and you've got to own it."

YN's cheeks flushed with a mixture of embarrassment and gratitude. She stepped closer to Logan, their hands finding each other's naturally. "Thank you, Logan. Your support means the world to me."

He leaned in, planting a soft kiss on her forehead. "Anytime, babe. You've got this."

YN smiled, her confidence slowly returning. "I guess I should go out there and show them what I'm made of, huh?"

Logan grinned, pulling her into a gentle embrace. "That's the spirit. Knock 'em dead out there."

With newfound determination, YN headed towards the arena, her heart lighter and her step more confident, all thanks to the unwavering support and love of Logan Paul.

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After her match, YN returned to the locker room with a beaming smile on her face. She had just delivered a stellar performance, and the cheers of the crowd still echoed in her ears.

Logan looked up from where he was sitting, a proud grin on his face. "That was amazing, YNN! You really rocked it out there."

YN beamed with pride as she started to change out of her ring gear. "Thanks, Logan. And you know what? You were right about this gear. It felt lighter, and I had better mobility than ever. It actually worked for me."

Logan's eyes lit up with excitement. "See, I told you! Sometimes, a little change can make a big difference."

She chuckled as she finished changing into her regular attire. "You were absolutely right, Logan. I guess I needed a fresh perspective."

Logan got up and walked over to her, wrapping his arms around her. "I'm always here to provide that fresh perspective, babe."

YN leaned into his embrace, her heart filled with warmth and gratitude. "I'm lucky to have you, Logan."

He pressed a gentle kiss to her forehead. "And I'm lucky to have you, YNN."

As they stood there, wrapped in each other's arms, they knew that they were a team, ready to support and uplift each other no matter what challenges they faced. Together, they would continue to conquer the world of WWE and beyond, their love and support stronger than ever.

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ziddlediddle · 1 year

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Hurng genuinely debating posting my Kurtis Conner x Logan Paul crack fic

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sydsaint · 1 month

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Drink Prime Baby!!!!

Summary: Logan realizes that he might have a hopeless crush on his manager at the worst possible time. Five minutes before his triple-threat match on Mania weekend.

The alarm on your phone blares from it's spot leaning up against your vanity mirror. 'Mania Time' flashes across the screen in bold letters, reminding you that it's almost time to head out and meet up with Logan.

You finish curling your hair and switch off the curler before grabbing the hairspray and dousing your hair so every curl stays neatly in place. "There." You smile at yourself in the mirror. "Okay. I can clean this up later. Logan is probably waiting for me." You push all of your vanity supplies away from you and silence your alarm.

You pocket away your phone and grab your security badge off the back of the chair before heading to the door. You exit the ladies changing room and head off to find Logan backstage.

After weaving through the hectic backstage are for a while, you spot Logan's business partner and friend, JJ ahead. You quicken your pace and head over to him.

"JJ, hey! Any idea where Logan is at?" You walk up to JJ and greet him.

JJ turns around and flashes a friendly smile at you. "YN, hey. Damn, you're looking nice." He comments on your done-up appearance.

"Well it is Mania weekend." You giggle and flip your hair playfully. "You're looking all done up and nice as well. No prime costume for you this year?" You tease him playfully.

"Logan's got someone else for that this year." JJ chuckles. "And speaking of Logan. There he is now." He nods behind you.

You turn around and spot Logan as he comes into the room looking ready to go. You smile at him and wait for him to head over to you and JJ.

"Logan! There you are, champ! How are you feeling about tonight?" You ask him.

"YN!" Logan reaches your side and gazes down at you, a soft expression plastered on his face.

JJ watches his friend greet you with a larger than life smile. He's known Logan for a long time now, and he doesn't think he's ever seen that twinkle in Logan's eyes before. It's a bit odd to watch.

"Of course I'm ready!" Logan nods at you with a confident smile. "Wow, you look great, by the way." He adds in a genuine tone, his voice fluxuating a tad.

"Thanks, Logan." You grin back at him with a slight flush to your cheeks. "Now remember what we discussed, alright? Let Randy and Kevin do all the heavy lifting. They might be acting like friends right now. But that wont last long." You remind him, switching over to work mode for a moment.

Logan nods. "I got it." He assures you with a smile. "You aint worried about me? Are you YN?" He teases you jokingly. "You going to hang out back here with JJ?" He adds. "Offer still stands to come hang out with me and my new Prime guy."

"Yeah! I'll see you on the other side, YN!" Logan matches your energy before strutting over to the curtain.

"I'm alright." You shake your head. "And no. I'm not worried about you. You've got this. As always." You assure him. "Go get 'em tiger! You got this!" You pat his shoulder and offer one last confidence-boosting smile.

Your hand lingers on Logans arm for a second longer than needed. JJ takes notice of this and raises his eyebrows slightly.

JJ watches silently as Logan disappears through the curtain. He stands for a moment and watches Logan's entrance on the monitors before he turns to you.

"How long have you and Logan been working together, YN?" JJ asks you curiously.

You turn away from the monitors to answer JJ's question with a small shrug. "Umm, almost a year I think." You answer him.

"Right. You too are so close! It seems like longer." JJ chuckles. "The two of you make a good team." He adds.

"Thanks!" You beam. "I try my best. But to be honest, Logan does most of the work." You joke.

JJ laughs again and nods. The two of you go back to watching the match on the monitors for a while. You move through a whole mixed-bag of emotions during Logan's match. Something that JJ can't help but pick up on.

"You dating anyone right now, YN?" JJ asks you seemingly out of the blue.

"What? Umm, no. Not at the moment." You turn to JJ with a surprised look on your face. "Why? You trying to hit on me, JJ?" You joke with a quirked brow.

JJ rolls his eyes playfully and shakes his head. "I was just curious." He insists before turning back to the monitors.

"Okay." You nod and do the same.

You and JJ watch the rest of Logan's match. Logan ends up picking up the win and you jump for joy! JJ laughs to himself as he realizes something. His best friend has a thing for you. And you might just feel the same way.

Logan comes through the curtain a few minutes later pouring sweat with his title belt slung over his shoulder. "You won!" You rush over to him in excitement. "I knew you could do it, Logan!" You dive in for a hug but Logan puts a hand out and stops you.

"Woah there!" Logan stops you from making contact with him. "Easy now, YN. I am covered in sweat right now." He points to himself. "You come any closer and you're going to be soaked as well. And you look way to nice right now to be messing that up." He chuckles.

"Right." You laugh at yourself and drop your outstretched arms back to your sides. "We at least have to take a picture to commemorate this moment." You retrieve your phone from your pocket.

Logan nods in agreement and leans down to your level so you can snap a picture with him. You take the photo and go to post it on your socials while Logan walks over to JJ to chat for a minute.

The best friends and business partners greet one-another and shake hands.

"Congrats, man." JJ greets his friend with a proud smile. "How you feeling right about now?" He asks Logan.

"I'm great, man!" Logan chuckles. "Riding that high after that win, man!"

JJ nods and glances over at you on your phone a few feet away. He turns back to Logan and decides that he's got to give his friend a little push in the right direction.

"It sure would be the icing on the cake if you finally got around to bagging the girl too, huh?" He asks Logan, nodding toward you at the same time.

"The girl?" Logan replies in confusion. "What? Who? ....YN?" He turns around to you still typing away on your phone.

You look up from your phone at the mention of your name and look over at Logan and JJ. "Yeah?" You put your phone away and turn your attention to the pair. "What's up you two?" You ask them.

"Nothing." Logan replies sharply. "JJ's just giving me a hard time is all." He adds jokingly.

"Alright." You nod. "They want us for the media scrum after the show, by the way." You add, turning back to Logan. "Do you want to go cool off before they need us?" You ask him.

Logan nods and adjusts the title on his shoulder. "Yeah, that'd be good. You want to hold onto this for me?" He takes the title off his shoulder and offers it to you. "I'd rather you hold onto it than let JJ get his grubby hands on it." He jokes.

"Sure." You giggle and take the belt.

JJ and Logan head back to the locker rooms and you hang around backstage and wait for them to come back. While waiting you secure Logans title around your waist while game-planning some PR stuff for later.

Back in the locker room JJ confronts Logan while he's cooling off and getting changed.

"Logan, man. About earlier. I didn't mean anything about the whole YN thing." He tries to clean things up the best he can. "Its just...we've been friends for a while man. And I don't think I've ever seen you look at a girl like you look at her."

Logan bows his head, gaze casted to the floor and an awkward silence falls over the room. JJ sits silently and waits for Logan to answer him.

It takes Logan a couple of minutes, but he does eventually come up with an answer to JJ's accusation. "I don't know man..." Logan rubs the back of his neck. "YN...she's great. Pretty and super smart. And so good at what she does." He smiles to himself. "I don't think I'd even be a champion right now without her."

JJ laughs and pats Logan on the arm. "It sounds to me like you've got it bad buddy." He chuckles. "So why haven't you told her how you feel?"

"I don't know man." Logan sighs. "I guess because I don't know if she feels the same." He admits. "I don't want to lose her. I can't do this job without her at my side." His gaze drops to the floor again.

JJ can't help but laugh again. It's like something out of one of those cheesey romance movies his girlfriend is always dragging him to see. Logan looks up and frowns at him when he starts laughing and JJ has to take a minute to compose himself.

"What's so funny?" Logan huffs at JJ.

"Nothing man." JJ wipes a fake tear from his eye. "Logan, man. She's into you. Trust me on that, mate." He assures Logan.

Logan bites the inside of his cheek and shakes his head, unsure if JJ is messing with him or not. "Are you sure?" He asks JJ. "You really think that I should tell her how I feel?"

"Yes!" JJ hops to his feet. "Come on! Put a shirt on! Then wipe that pathetically nervous look off your face, head outside, and go kiss your manager!" He hypes Logan up.

"Okay okay!" Logan chuckles and does as he's told.

JJ stands back and walks his pep-talk at work. Logan throws his shirt on and strides out of the room in search of you. Logan weaves his way through the backstage area with JJ hot on his heels. He finally spots you hanging out in almost the same spot he left you in earlier. You are leaned against the wall casually and typing on your phone. Logan's title belt is secured neatly around your waist as you wait for him to come back.

"Holy shit." Logan freezes up when he gets a glimpse of you with his title, all his confidence suddenly gone from his body.

JJ comes up behind Logan and sets a hand on his shoulder. "You got this man." He assures Logan before giving him a small shove forward.

Logan stumbles forward and swallows hard. He stumbles over a few words before coming up to you with an awkward, "Hey, YN."

"Hmm?" You look up from your phone. "Oh, there you are! And you look nice and fresh now!" You grin and playfully reach up to ruffle Logan's fluffy hair.

"Yeah." Loga chuckles nervously. "You make one hell of a champion, you know that?" He adds, gesturing down to his title.

You giggle and blush a bit before moving to hand it back to Logan. But he stops you before you can reach back and undo the latch. "YN, there's something that I need to tell you." He explains.

"Okay." You nod, arms dropping back to your sides. "What's up? You look nervous." You recognize the uncharacteristic look of nervousness on Logan's face.

Logan rubs the back of his neck again as he tries to search for the right words to say. "I know that we've been working together for almost a year now. And you've been the best manager that I could has asked for." He smiles at you. "But the truth is...I don't know if I can go on acting like that's all you are to me anymore."

Your heart skips a beat as Logan reaches dow ad grabs your hand tentatively. You've been keeping a hapless crush on your favorite blond media star for so long now. And he here is, confessing that he feels the same way that you do about him.

It's like a dream come true. And you aren't sure what to do.

You lock eyes with Logan, breath caught in your throat. Neither of you are willing to move a muscle, both of you too scared to make a move.

"Will you just kiss the poor sap already, YN!" JJ shouts from across the room and a smile cracks on your face. You take JJ's advice and grab a fistful of Logan's shirt before yanking him down to your level.

You crash your lips to Logan's and feel him smile against your lips. His hands snake around your waist and slide up your back before pulling you into him as close as he can. JJ cheers playfully for the two of you, and a couple of bystanders chime in playfully.

You break away from Logan once your lungs start to burn from lack of oxygen. You let go of his shirt and wrap your arms around his neck breathlessly.

"This doesn't mean that you're done being m manager, right?" Logan asks you playfully.

"Not a chance." You giggle. "I'm your ride or die now, Logan Paul." You grin and lean up for another kiss.

Logan happily kisses you again, gentler this time. "That makes me one lucky son-of-a-bitch." He grins.

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