#orange Cassidy fic
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Blood, Sweat & Tears (18+)
Orange Cassidy x f/Reader
Just like all my other stories, this has not been proofread, but please enjoy.
Warnings: Some swearing. Bloody OC. P in V. Unprotected sex. Oral sex (m & f receiving)
Requested by @lghockey
Gifs and photos do not belong to me. 1st gif @theocassidy 2nd gif @jasffy 3rd source
Main Masterlist ♡ Orange Cassidy Masterlist
James - Orange Cassidy ♧ Dustin - Chuck Taylor ♧ Greg - Trent?
YN'S POV:
I could hear James as I walked towards the medical room. I knew he was frustrated with how tonight went, but he can not take it on his friends.
I opened the ajar door fully, and the door slammed against the wall. I winced as I didn't mean to push it that hard.
"What the hell is going on here?" James quieted down once he saw me, but Greg, Dustin, and Kris looked relieved.
"I'm fine." Was all the bloody man said as he looked at the wall beside him. The other three looked at one another, and Dustin finally came over to me.
"He has been refusing medical help." I could have rolled my eyes when Dustin told me that. I walked back to the door and placed my hand on the knob.
"Okay, everyone who isn't covered with blood head to toe, out." Kris gave me a tight-lipped smile as she passed me, knowing how hard this gonna be to get through to James.
Once, it was just the two of us, I closed the door, grabbed the necessary medical supplies, and got to work cleaning up the very stubborn man I call my fiancé.
Who still is looking at the wall but wrapped his bloody arms around my waist but didn't say anything.
After a few more minutes of silence, I had enough. "James, you need to speak eventually."
Silence, which just made me sigh. When he is in this type of mood, there is only one way to get him out of the funk.
I took a step back, placed the gauze and oitment on the table, and kneeled down in front of him. That had his attention.
I put my hands on the waist band of his pants, and I tried to pull them down, but they didn't budge.
"Come on, baby. Let me help you." I calmly said to him while looking into his eyes. I knew he wanted to say no, but he also knew he needed this.
He lifted his ass just enough for me to pull down his pants. My mouth started to water at the sight of his cock as it hit his stomach.
Not many know this about James, but he is long and thick. I can barely fit his cock in my mouth and I feel like I am going to die from being suffocated by what I call the monster.
I call it that because it makes me scream and cry, but not in fear. Well, maybe the first few times, but James always holds back. Afraid of hurting me, but he needs to let loose tonight.
He needs to get his frustrations out, and I feel like tonight is the perfect night.
I wrapped my hands around the base and took him slowly into my mouth, never once breaking eye contact.
James placed his still bloodied hand on the back of my head but didn't put any pressure on it, and I wasn't having any of that.
I pulled back, jerking him off fully now. A string of saliva connecting from the tip to my lip. His head was flung back, eyes closed, and his mouth opened.
"Use me." I said. That seemed to startle him. He looked down at me, and said, "what?"
"Use me, James. Don't hold back."
"No, no." He tried to stand up, but I pushed him back down.
"James, we have been together a long time, and the sex is great, but come on, baby. I know you have been holding back."
"Love," He trailed off when I stood up, but my hand was still jerking him off. I placed my lips on his neck and started to kiss and bite, not caring about the blood that is still there.
"I will let you know if you hurt me. Please baby, you need this." I need this.
"On your knees." He growled out, and I practically fell to my knees. "Open." I did as he said. He placed the head of his cock in my mouth and started to push.
"If it becomes too much, tap my leg three times." I didn't have any warning as he started thrust into my mouth, increasing his pace.
And I took it. I had tears streaming down my face. His hands were gripping the back of my head, muttering so low that I can't hear him, but he never took his eyes off of me.
But then he pushed all the way down my throat and held my head still. I wasn't starting to see spots, and I tried to hold off as long as I could, but I had to tap.
He pulled out of my mouth, and I was gasping for air and gripping my throat.
"Stand up, baby." I didn't move fast enough, and he pulled me off the ground, turned me around, and pushed me over the table.
"Don't fucking move." I didn't dare move. I did gasp when he ripped my tights into shreds, and I am now naked from the waist down.
"Should have known you wouldn't have any underwear on." He groaned as he rubbed himself against my ass.
"Just fuck me already." My growl turned into a groan when he slapped my ass. "We do this on my time."
"James." I whimpered, my head against my chest. "Look up, baby." When I did, he pushed inside of my pussy and I could see in the floor-length mirror the look on his face.
ORANGE CASSIDY'S POV
We made eye contact in the mirror just as I pushed in her tight, warm pussy. "Fuck, YN." I groaned out as she whimpered out my name.
I looked in the mirror, and I could see myself fully now. The blood was barely dry on my chest. The blood was caked onto my face and in my hair.
I wrapped my hand around her waist, and she pushed back to lean against my chest. She placed one hand over my hand and reached up behind her and gripped my hair, which had me hissing.
"Fuck me James." She whined.
"You want me to fuck you baby?" She squeezed her walls around me, whimpering out yes.
My pace started off slow. I'm just listening to the sweet noises fall from her lips, but if my girl wanted me not to hold back, then I won't.
My pace increased until I was pounding into her. I leaned down close to her, my face right next to hers.
She turned her head, and I captured her lips with mine. "You close? Yeah, you are. Can feel you squeezing me. Want me to cum? Fill you up?"
She nodded her head, tears pricking at the corner of her eyes. I pulled out of her and turned her around as I got on my knees before she even knew what hit her.
I spread her legs wide and wrapped my lips around her clit and shoved two fingers inside her. Her hands went right to my hair.
"James, James, James." She was practically chanting, her legs shaking. She was close. So damn close, but I need for her to finish around me.
She had the same idea. She pushed my head away and fell back on the ground and climbed on top of me, facing the other way.
I groaned loudly when she seated on me, taking me completely inside of her. She started to bounce at a fast speed.
I sat up a bit and leaned on my elbows to look around her to watch us in the mirror. I groaned when I saw how spread she was on my cock.
Her limbs went taunt, her back arched, and her mouth fell open in a silent scream. I had to will myself not to follow her behind her.
She collapsed back against my chest as I thrusted up into her. One arm wrapped around her waist and the other one gripping her throat.
I moved us, so we were sitting up as I wanted to watch me drip out of her. Her one hand gripped my hand that was on her throat and brought it to her lips.
I watched in shock as she took two of my fingers and wrapped her lips around the bloody fingers and sucked.
I was done for. I bit my lip as I came deep inside of her. I didn't want to leave her body, but I too.
"Come on, love. Let's go take a shower."
"And find me some clothes."
"I like you not wearing anything."
"James!"
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Pliability Chapter 19 is live!
Listen. I know. I know.
It’s been almost 3 months. I’m doing my best. It is what it is, ya know?
Anyway, it’s not quite as long as my usual updates but at least it’s something.
As always, those that are still interested in this: Thank you! I love you all and you are all insane.
Here’s the next chapter!
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Chapter Two
You've Got To Live With Yourself
Rating: M
Pairings: Rey Fenix/Orange Cassidy & Penta/Orange Cassidy
Wordcount: 7k
Tags: Alternate Universe - Fantasy, Identity Issues, Dubious Consent, Dom/sub Undertones, Obsession, Everyone Wants To Fuck Orange Cassidy
Settling heavily on his knees between Orange Cassidy’s legs, Penta makes space for himself, pushing in without mercy. This is just highly inappropriate.
Orange raises an eyebrow, and he can’t tell for sure, but beneath that mask he thinks Penta copies him.
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• kinktober day seven : love bites — orange cassidy •
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{ summary } —after a bad day at work, james decided to show you how beautiful you are
{ warnings } — 18 + { minors do not interact } shower sex, soft sex, love bites/ hickeys, groping, biting, praise, body worship, penetrative sex, vaginal sex, unprotected sex, male + female orgasms, squirting internal cumshots, vaginal creampie
{ word count } — 1k
{ pairing } — plussize!reader, fem!reader x orange cassidy
{ genre } — smut
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the warmth of the shower encapsulated your body
allowing you to wash away all the stress from the day
or at least most of them, there was one prominent moment that had never left your mind all day
one of your coworkers had been displaying some odd tendencies as of late
she was ruder, more calloused and heartless
she had made an unsolicited comment about your weight
one that you thought she’d never remark
considering, up until that point you considered her to be somewhat of an acquaintance.
you were never that big as she stated
sure you may have a little extra thickness to you but it was not your definitve beauty trait
you’ve always loved your curves, how your body was thick in all the right places
you thought yourself a goddess
but yet…her words still got to you
“love…? you in here?”
james’ voice called out amongst the rain like sound of the water
you responded with a meek yes just barely loud enough for him to hear
he poked his head through the now opened door
his hair wet with sweat, still clinging to his forehead
his cheeks still lingered with a soft red, indicating that he had just finished up at the gym.
“can i come in?” he questioned, his eyes never leaving yours
you nodded softly, watching on as he stripped down
his muscles more toned than usual, looking god-like each time he’d flex slightly under the warm faded yellow lights of the bathroom
the workout had surely proved useful for your libido
he joined you in the shower lazily wrapping his arms around your waist
his head atop your shoulder, silently listening to each breath you took
“you’re too quiet…something happened” he remarked inquisitively,
a small scowl across his lips
“just a bad day at work that all”
you tried to deflect the narrative, attempting to grab the soap before he stopped you
“there’s something you’re not telling me”
the sternness in his voice was uncommon for james’ usual nonchalant attitude
“james…” you mumbled, turning around to face him, avoiding his gaze for the moment
“is my body…good looking to you?”
it was a question you’d never asked him before, a question that he thought he’d never hear
it broke his heart knowing that someone had said something to make you feel the need to ask him
“love…your body is like heaven to me” he began resting his forehead against yours
“every time i see you i’m in awe. your body has the most beautiful dips and peaks that could rival the tallest mountains and the deepest caverns”
he leaned down to peck your lips sweetly
“your body is the personification of beauty and i’m so lucky that i get to hold you every night”
he cupped your cheeks, smoothing the skin softly
“don’t listen to what people say, you’re a fucking goddess you’re my goddess”
he leaned in for another kiss, this one rougher than the last
lips trailing across your jawline, down to the side of your neck where he began to suck on the skin
“james…” you moaned, the sound echoing off the walls of the small bathroom
“shhh…let me make you feel good, my angel…”
he pulled away, noticing the red mark beginning to form, he smirked down at his handiwork
he flipped you around, so that your chest was pressed against the wall
he let a hand sneak up your chest, beginning to grip your full breasts,
your nipple sensitive against the calloused palm of his hand
“you’re so fucking beautiful”
his lips fell to your neck again, sucking and nibbling at the soft flesh
his freehand guiding his cock to your entrance, teasing your folds with his tip before slipping himself into you
you fit him like a glove, your cunt so warm and wet around his size
he slowly began to move, making sure you felt every inch of his size
“james- fuck-!” you whined as he gave a particularly rough thrust
his size succumbing to the lovely grip of your cunt as he slipped himself deeper
“i’m so in love with you my angel. your beauty could rival that of the stars”
he continued to sing your praises through breathless pants
“i’ll worship you forever, your body is a temple that i will pray to every night”
your neck now littered with marks of his lust
splotches of red and pink littered your skin
“oh fuck- james please!” you whined on the brink of release
sweetness gushing around his cock unexpectedly and unannounced
“so fucking wet…” he breathed into your skin, his cock throbbing with arousal after his release
his seed dripping from beneath your thighs
“fuck i love you…” you muttered breathlessly, pulling him in for a tender kiss, feeling him hum contently against your lips
he took a moment to inspect the hickeys on your neck
“don’t cover those up tommorow, i want everyone to see how beautiful i think you are”
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Just A Breath Away
~2k words
kip sabian & orange cassidy, it reads extremely gen (but it can be interpreted as pre-shippy considering how this whole au ends up going)
set in immortal fears/the belt corruption au. ive been trying to get back to writing, very slowly, and heres just. a brain barf from last night. i guess thats the best way to describe it. a whole lot of nothing but deep rooted hateful feelings for 2k words for near the beginning of kips healing arc
warnings; unreality, can potentially be read from between the lines as self destructive thoughts. heavy emotional hurt/comfort. kip is just having a really fucking bad time wow
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”I’m only trying to help you.”
Kip stared up at the ceiling of his designated bedroom, the words echoing in his head. He had heard them so many times before in the past, both in and out of this situation he was currently trapped in, and yet it didn’t make receiving them any easier for him. Especially when they came from the one person he really, really didn’t want to hear them from. The one he didn’t believe them from.
He sighed, more annoyed than anything else. Kip shouldn’t be here, and he knew it. He shouldn’t be under this roof, inside these walls, in this house, on this bed. He shouldn’t be related to any of those things, and yet.
And yet.
He was annoyed. No, scratch that, he was angry. At himself mostly, for allowing this to happen, for letting things go on for so long that he ended up here. For not being able to stand on his own two feet, physically or mentally, so that Kip was forced to let someone else do the dirty work for him.
So that Kip was forced under the care of Cassidy.
A quiet groan escaped from him before Kip could stop it, eyes closing as he felt a wave of unwanted emotions washing over him. He couldn’t exactly place them, give them names, recognize them, but it felt like everything at the same time; anger, sadness, sorrow, hope? He really wasn’t sure. The only thing he could for sure pinpoint down in the darkness of the bedroom was that these were all feelings brought to his mind but just the mere thought of his self-proclaimed arch rival.
And yet he didn’t want to feel any of them.
His body did its best to resist him as Kip tried to roll onto his side, fighting back every inch of the way to the point where it wasn’t even worth it. This wasn’t the first time his mind and body disagreed on the actions he should take, making it painful to even try to move, the pain leaving Kip almost paralyzed just laying on his back on the bed, staring at nothing. The feeling came and went as it pleased, but most often it showed up as an inconvenience when he wanted one thing but was handed another.
It all frustrated him. Angered him. Disappointed him, leaving Kip unable to do anything, left dealing with these feelings in his already loud head all by himself, all alone.
Well…
He could feel the shadows creeping on the edge of his vision, on the edge of his consciousness. It wasn’t anything unusual at this point, but Kip was tired of it. Having to listen to those whispers, calling him names, assigning words to him about how they felt about him. Telling him how fucked up this was, how fucked up he was, how it was his fault. All his fault, how they got here, how he ended up in this situation, how he messed it all up. All his fault.
All his fault.
It had been almost a daily occurrence now. He hadn’t been able to sleep, leaving him vulnerable, open to all of this. The shadows laughed at him, telling him he only needed them, secluding himself was a good thing no matter how much Cassidy tried to keep some sort of a connection with him. Help? Fuck no, he didn’t need help. Kip was much better off without any of that, especially from someone like him.
From someone like Cassidy, who was the cause of all of this. Well, after Kip had managed to fuck it up first, of course. He was the one to ultimately be blamed for everything, after all.
“Pathetic.”
Kip was almost violently ripped out of the serenity of the dark thoughts in his mind, the voice piercing enough to force his eyes open, focusing back on the blank ceiling. He couldn’t see anything else, nothing was moving. The voice, while distant, distorted, almost dark, had a tint of familiarity to it that he didn’t want to acknowledge.
The way it echoed against the inside of his skull made him come face to face with the reality that it was his own, without Kip saying those words out loud, without thinking them to himself.
“You’re disgusting, you know that?”
Kip didn’t reply, but he could feel a new wave of emotions crashing over him. Shame. Guilt. Disgust. The breath he took in was so much shakier than he expected, the loudness of it almost scaring him out of his own skin.
“So disappointing. Get up.”
He wanted to tell it to stop, but Kip just couldn’t. Instead, he felt his body working against his mind, pushing itself up to its limits, sitting up on the bed for the first time in what felt like days. His head was already spinning, the darkness around him hugging him so tightly Kip almost wasn’t sure if this was his bedroom anymore. The soft kisses it left on his skin burned, making him want to scream, both out of pain and the pleasure of feeling something other than nothing, but no sound came out of him. Kip just sat there, trying to find his breath again, eyes looking at the nothing in front of him.
The nothing shaped like himself, smiling back at him, the darkness so wicked in him it was impossible to look away, even if Kip knew he wasn’t real. That it wasn’t real.
“Was this what you wanted?”
Kip wanted to tell him no, it really wasn’t, he never intended it to be like this. He never knew it was going to be like this. If he had even the slightest idea, maybe he wouldn’t have done it. Done anything. He never wanted to even entertain the thought of succumbing to the darkness, to any extent.
Kip never wanted this, and yet there were no words he could say that would make that clear.
“You’re so pitiful. I don’t understand what he sees in you.”
He inhaled sharply, without intending to do so. Kip could almost see the darkness wearing his smirk, laughing at him. Making a mockery out of him, knowing he was way beyond the help. That these thoughts truly were his own, not just something the cursed world was trying to shove into his head anymore.
“He’s given up. You’re a fool for thinking otherwise.”
A fool. Beyond help, so much so that the one person who promised to help him had left him alone. It felt like he hadn’t seen Cassidy in ages. Maybe he was alone in this room, in this house, being left behind with nothing but broken promises, words that ultimately meant nothing. Nothing but lies that he wouldn’t give up. Lies like so many Kip had told to others, only to break them because he felt like it, because they were hazards on his way to everything he eventually lost.
And now here Kip was, abandoned like all his friends by him, lost like everything he had once had.
“All you need to do is give in.”
The voice was like a hot whisper against his ear, making Kip shiver, knowing how wrong all this was. It wasn’t supposed to go like this, it never was.
“Let yourself go. Allow yourself to be done with this.”
The offer was tempting. Kip could feel the expecting eyes on him, forcing him to turn away, as if he was thinking about this. Maybe on some level he was, contemplating if it was worth it. Worth it to keep trying, especially if he was alone. Abandoned. When there was no hope in the horizon. He could be done with all of it, just let the darkness swallow him, allowing him to decay, to rot away, mostly in peace. Maybe even without pain, if he asked kindly enough.
“I…” His voice was hoarse, drifting off into the empty corners of the bedroom, without Kip having no idea how to continue that sentence. He wasn’t sure what he wanted, what he needed. If there was someone, or something, that could give him that. To give him anything. Everything was so fragmented, so cracked, unorganized in his mind that it was impossible to put into words. Of course he only needed actions, to simply allow himself to be taken over, but somehow even that felt more difficult than usual.
Maybe somewhere in there, under all the filth inside of him, was still just the smallest light of hope. How or why, Kip wasn’t sure, but something in him told him that he was able to feel it. Despite everything.
“I-I… I don’t know…”
He felt the darkness pressing tighter against him, forcing the air out of his lungs. Hands on his arms. Hands on his chest. Hands on his neck. Hands on his face.
The scream that escaped him wasn’t audible, being drowned under the voice that boomed in his head loudly enough to make it throb for days to come.
“You don’t know?! Don’t you understand?! You’re nothing! Nothing! Nothing but a pitiful excuse of a weak, pathetic failure! Nobody wants you, nobody needs you! You mean nothing!”
Kip couldn’t reply to it, the headache becoming unbearably too much. He struggled to catch air back into his lungs, every breath burning, making him want to throw up. The spots the hands of the dark had been holding onto him burned, they felt vile, almost violated. He could trace the cold fingertips against his skin perfectly if someone asked, remembering every mark being left on him, the words imprinted into the inside of his brain with every word that had been spoken to him.
He didn’t want this. It was all too much, the feeling pouring out of him in an incomprehensible sob as Kip couldn’t hold the floodgates shut, being too exhausted and in pain to hold it back anymore.
Only as he could feel a soft pair of hands landing on his aching, exposed arm Kip’s head snapped up, eyes barely focusing on the concerned looking face of a familiar blond looking back at him.
“What happened? Are you okay?”
Cassidy’s voice sounded so distant Kip wasn’t even sure if he was sitting in front of him on the bed or not. It felt unrealistic that after everything he would be there. Kip wanted to reach out, so desperately, to make sure he was there, touch him, his face, make sure he felt him breathe. Feel that he had a heartbeat. But he couldn’t move, holding onto the little bit of solace that Cassidy’s hands on his arm gave to him. At least it felt real, even if it would end up not being so.
“I heard you scream. I-it’s okay. I’m here.”
Kip just looked at him, finally feeling the stinging of the tears in his eyes. His senses were slowly returning into the room, him into his own head, making at least a little bit of sense again. Cassidy’s hands on him, squeezing his arm slightly, making sure he was there. The tears staining Kip’s face, the salty taste on his lips actually making sense to him. His hands that he didn’t even realize had been squeezing the bed sheets so hard this entire time.
“I’m trying to help you, Kip.”
Hearing his name leaving Cassidy’s lips cracked something in him. Kip wasn’t entirely sure what it was, but it made him swallow thickly, feeling the lump that had formed in his throat.
“If you can tell me what happened, I--”
“Please.”
Kip’s voice was barely above a whisper, followed by a sob he wasn’t able to hold back. Cassidy looked at him, clearly alarmed, not expecting this from Kip, the tear stained face twisting into some combination of pleading and comforted as Kip finally reached a hand towards him, fingertips barely gracing Cassidy’s cheek in a weak attempt to touch him.
“He… Help me. Please.”
Cassidy’s face softened into an understanding smile, him nodding his head just barely before Kip leaned closer, basically collapsing against him. Cassidy pulled him against his chest, one arm holding him close tightly as the other hand rubbed his back, gently hushing him as Kip broke down in sobs in his arms.
“I will. Don’t worry. I will.”
#fic#character: kip sabian#character: orange cassidy#setting: belt corruption arc#aew fanfiction#wrestling fanfiction
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☆~Mine~☆
{Rating: Fluff}
{Warnings: Swearing, Blood, Overprotectiveness, Screaming.}
{Pairing: Orange Cassidy & Lilith Punk}
《Summary: Orange Lost his title but never his girl, and He needed a break, but Roderick felt the need to meddle with everything before his break and Lilith is the one to stop Roderick》
[WC: around 1k]
[Lilith's POV:]
It'd Been a rough couple days, from Orange fighting on Rampage to Collison and now to Revolution. Where he was beaten for his title. He was a wreck. I'd felt so bad for him as that title was the one to make him a 2-time holder.
I was walking towards Orange's Locker room, until I heard Roderick's familiar Stupid ass voice.
"Don't worry Matt, I Messed with the schedule so he'll be forced to show up this friday" Roderick Explained
I kept that on my mind as I walked to Orange's Locker Room.
"Hey.." Orange Simply Said
"Your a mess." I retorted, looking at the blood from his forehead.
"Ya don't say." He joked
After a couple hours we got back home, and he went to bed as I sat on the couch and thought about those words Roderick said earlier
But the week following Orange was told he had to appear on Rampage, Roderick had gotten his way. Him and The undisputed asses did the fucking bidding of Moxley
Roderick was expecting when the music hit, Orange to be there alone. But I had recruited Chuck and Trent, and Hook. And for back up I had gotten Danhausen, Roderick's Jaw looked broken, As I stood there next to Orange.
I stood by Orange as Roderick complained about it being unfair, acting like a fucking toddler.
After a 15 minute rant from Roderick. I had to stop Taven and Benett from attacking Orange, as Orange was trying to speak. I didn't even care if this was just for a promo up to the tag titles, I would've done this normally. No one messes with us.
I hugged Orange as the music played again
"Mine." He said quietly
"Of course I am" I smiled a bit
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Chapters: 1/1
Fandom: All Elite Wrestling
Rating: Mature
Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply
Relationships: Orange Cassidy/Hook
Characters: Orange Cassidy, Hook (Professional Wrestling), Chuck Taylor, Trent Barreta
Additional Tags: Kayfabe Compliant, Age Difference, Older Man/Younger Man, Implied Sexual Content, And most controversially -, Ice Cream
Hey, look, I actually posted that OrangeHook fic I’ve been going on about for ages. An attempt sure was made! Read it, maybe? If you want? Also, has been there a consensus yet on what this pairing’s called? OrangeHook? Freshly Hooked? Violent Apathy?
#Sam actually wrote a thing#Hook x Orange Cassidy#Orange Cassidy/Hook#You might think based on how long this is that a lot happens in this fic#You would be wrong#I have no idea how this got so long?#Back in the day I used to be a real concise writer#No idea what happened to that bitch LOL
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You’re Orange Cassidy
Orange Cassidy x gender neutral reader
Cassidy’s match against Moxley was gruesome to say the least. You had been watching on the monitor the whole time. Except for when you had to cover your eyes or walk away so you wouldn’t run out there to grab him. Kris had to hold you back multiple times reassuring you that he’d be okay.
Finally it had ended. It wasn’t the result any of you wanted, but at this point you were just happy it was over.
You and kris stood hand in hand, both impatiently waiting for Cassidy to make his way back.
“he’s gonna be okay,” Kris reassured you, rubbing her thumb against your hand. A simple gesture yet it calmed your nerves.
The curtains opened slowly as Cassidy walked through. He held the back of his neck, his face and body painted with blood. You immediately let go of Kris’ hand running over to him.
“Cas are you okay?” You started scanning his face which was almost completely red.
He cracked a small smile, “i’m so tired y/n.”
You rolled your eyes, “yes obviously but are you physically okay?” you asked with urgency in your voice.
He nodded, placing a hand on your shoulder, “’m okay” he responded softly.
A wave of relief rushed over you, just hearing those 2 words made you feel exponentially better, “you did amazing by the way.” You looked up at the slightly taller man, reaching up and wiping some of the blood off his forehead.
He nodded again, a solemn expression across his face, “thanks.” he answered plainly.
You cocked your head to the side and looked down at the now empty backpack he held at his side, a frown developing on your own face.
“Hey,” you started, stepping to him and wrapping your arms around his waist, careful not to squeeze too hard, “you were the best champion this company has ever had.”
You buried your face into his neck, again being as gentle as possible to not put any additional pressure on his already sore body.
He shook his head slowly, “i’m no kenny omega.”
You furrowed your eyebrows and pulled your head up to look into his eyes, “you’re right, you’re not.”
He looked at you with a confused expression, he went to open his mouth to speak again but you cut him off.
“you’re orange cassidy. 31 successful title defenses in 326 days. you just almost beat jon moxley. you even came out more bloody than him which i’m sure pissed him off,” he let out a slight chuckle which made you smile, “you put this belt on the map. this belt is important because of you Cas. You did this. So no you’re not kenny omega, but i think being Orange Cassidy is just as good.” You put your head back into the crook of his neck, “if not better,” you whispered.
He silently laughed leaning his head against yours. He dropped his empty backpack to the ground and wrapped both of his arms around you, “thank you y/n, what would i do without you?” He asked and placed a small kiss to your head.
“What am i chopped liver over here?” Kris finally chimed in walking up to the two of you, causing you both to laugh and separate from your hug, Cassidy keeping his arm around your shoulder.
Cassidy shook his head, “never Kris, i wouldn’t be where i am today without you.” He walked up to Kris pulling you along with him, throwing his other arm around her shoulder, “now please take me to medical, my body hurts and i’m so tired.”
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It’s Always Been You
Pairing: Orange Cassidy x female!reader
Category: Fluff
Word count: 1,292
Summary: After countless failed attempts at dating, you just assume you’re destined to be single forever. Your best friend, Orange Cassidy has something to say about that assumption. Will you feel the same or will your friendship be over?
Warnings: Swearing, female reader but no description of reader
Requested by: @rubyred1980 Hope you enjoy it! ❤️
You can find the original request post here!
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You had just called your best friend to come pick you up from being stood up on your supposed date with a guy you met on Tinder. You haven’t had much luck in the dating scene recently. You thought that maybe online dating was the way to go. You had heard so many stories about people meeting someone and it working out. Why not give it a shot? You thought before downloading the app and creating your profile. You had asked your best friend, Orange Cassidy to help you.
You had been friends with Orange Cassidy for the past three years. You loved hanging out with him; you loved all the adventures, movie nights, how he’d listen to your every word. He was hands down the best friend you’ve ever had. He never betrayed you, gossiped about you behind your back, or left you out of any party or gathering with your other friends. You’ve been burned when it came to friends and love.
The honk of a car horn interrupted you trip down memory lane. You jumped, gasping as you did so, looking up you noticed Cassidy motioning for you to get in. You did and buckled up, feeling his gaze on you, you looked over, your eyes meetings his gorgeous ones. You always thought he had the prettiest eyes you’ve ever seen, and you made sure to tell him. He studied you, reading your body language and waiting for you to tell him what happened.
It wasn’t the first time you called or texted you to pick you up or give you an excuse to leave. One time, you had him call you pretending to be your brother saying there was a family emergency because you quickly realized your dates bad dinner etiquette. Another time, you had him meet you at the back door of the restaurant to take you home because your date kept rambling on and on about themselves. The date before this one, you text him to come get you because when you returned from the bathroom, your date was making out with someone else.
You let out a sigh before beginning to recollect the evening. Orange listens as he drives you to you house, nodding along and biting his tongue from blurting out how he feels about the situation. He knows his feelings are most likely not reciprocated because why else would you be going out with these guys that are not worth your time? He also wonders why you are wasting your time on these guys. They’re not compatible with you regardless of the whole ‘opposites attract’ saying.
Once you finish filling him in on your evening and how the waiter felt bad for you, giving you a discount on your drink and appetizer, you realize just how shitty your luck is. Maybe you should just give up on love and be single forever. Apparently, that’s what’s in the cards for you so why fight it?
The car comes to a stop in front of your home, and you fish your keys out of your purse. “Wanna come in? Have a drink? I could order us a pizza or maybe whip up some sandwiches.” You offered, feeling guilty you pulled him away from whatever he was doing prior to picking you up. You wanted to make sure he knew how much you appreciated him. Shifting in the passenger seat to face him, you see him already looking at you. He gives you a soft smile and nods.
Upon exiting the vehicle and entering your house, you head straight to the kitchen, Cassidy trailing behind. “I’ve got water, beer, wine, and soda. What would you like? I know I want a big glass of wine.” You comment, listing off the drink options to him. You turn your head in his direction, waiting for his answer, but to your surprise, he’s making his way over to you.
“Let me. You’re the one who’s had a shitty evening.” He tells you, pulling you away from the fridge and out of the kitchen. He leads you to your couch in the living room. “Let me take care of you.” He quietly says, heading back into the kitchen to fix your glass of wine and grab himself a beer. He ordered your favorite pizza before heading to sit next to you on the couch and hand your the wine glass. “Pizza should be here in ten minutes.” He informs you.
You take your wine and take a sip. This was just what you needed. You close your eyes savoring the taste and let out a sigh of content. You grab the remote off the coffee table, turning the tv on and scrolling through to find a show you both like. Finally settling on something, you place the remote back down on the table. “Thanks for coming to get me. I know shouldn’t have bothered you this late in the evening. You were probably doing something important. I’m sorry if I ruined your night. I knew I should have just got another Uber, but I didn’t really want to be alone. Listen to me being selfish. You can get back to what you were doing. I don’t—” Orange cuts you off by pressing his index finger to you lips. You look up at him, confused on what’s happening. “What are you…” You mumble against his finger, your sentence trialing off.
“I have something to tell you, and it’s important.” He removed his finger from your lips. He keeps his eyes on you, studying you reaction, watching your facial expression change from confused to concerned. You don’t say anything but gesture for him to continue. “You want to know why I don’t really go on dates? It’s because no date will compare to you. I like you. Love you even. It’s always been you. That’s why I turn women down, why I’m still single. I don’t exactly remember when it happened, but it did. I do know that I love being around you, and that I hate seeing you waste your time on these guys when I’m right here. It’s okay if you don’t feel the same. I just needed to tell you.” Orange Cassidy finally finished his little speech, and he sees you grinning and blushing at his words.
“I had no idea. I didn’t realize I was putting you in such a difficult position. The crazy thing is that I think that’s why my dates never work out or why I pick bad ones. I’ve noticed over the time we’ve known each other that somewhere along the way I started falling for you. I didn’t say anything because I was scared. Scared I would ruin our friendship and I’d rather have you as a friend than not at all. I like you too. I love you and I’m ecstatic you feel the same.” You smile, still blushing and watching your best friend take in your words.
Orange looks from your eyes to your lips then back to your eyes. He noticed you did the same so he subtly wets his lips as you do too. Leaning forward, he brings a hand up to cup your cheek, gently rubbing this thumb against your soft cheek. You can’t take your eyes off his beautiful bright eyes, now seeing the love he has for you. He closes the gap between the two of you and softly connects his lips with yours. The kiss is soft, sweet, gentle and slow. You bring a hand up to the nape of his neck and gently play with his hair, enjoying every passing second of this love filled kiss. You both finally have to pull away for air, both smiling at each other like lovesick fools.
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Main Masterlist ♡ Orange Cassidy Masterlist
Just like all my other stories, this has not been proofread, but please enjoy.
Warnings: none
Gifs & photos do not belong to me.
Requested by anonymous. Hope you like it.
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I was looking over one the balconies of The Elkins Estate, enjoying the peace as my groomsmen got ready in the room behind me.
I felt a hand on my shoulder, and I already knew it was Dustin.
"Jim, you going to faint." Was all he needed to say, and I knew who he was talking about.
"I can only imagine."
Greg joined us, and he and Dustin started to talk, and I zoned them out without meaning, too. I thought back to the first moment we first met.
We were waiting for the school bus on our first day of school. I was nervous and didn't want to look go out of my Mom's hand, and there they were, standing next to me and then asking me what my favourite colour was.
"Orange" was all I said, and then they said their favourite colour. They started to ask me different questions, and once the bus came, I was a bit more at ease.
They grabbed my hand and squeezed it. "Let's go." At that moment, she and I became best friends. If you saw them, you saw me, or vice versa.
I was steered back into the room, as each one of my groomsmen started to congratulate me and bring up a memory they had of the three of us.
"I remember in middle school, you wanted to ask them to the school dance, but you were too scared."
My memories flooded with that night.
It was grade 7, and I finally wrapped my head around the fact that I fell in love with my best friend. Even though we ran in different circles by this point, they were still my best friend, and we shared everything together.
This was the year that we each started to ask another person to the school dance, and I was nervous. I practised for what felt like hours in my bedroom mirror, for this very moment.
I stood behind them as they talked about their art project, and just as I was about to ask them to the dance, they spoke up.
"I decided I am going to go to the school dance with just friends, you know. Why go with one person when you spend the night apart anyway?"
It felt like my heart was stomped on and ripped apart from my body at the same time. I cleared my throat, trying to play it cool.
"Yeah, yeah. I see what you mean. Am I still picking you up for it, though?"
"My Mom is dropping me off. She wanted to see me off this time." The bell rang, ending that moment of pure sadness for me.
I hate to say that I didn't talk to them that night. Even though I wanted to say how great I thought they looked, I was just hurt that they didn't want to go to the dance with me.
Later on in life, I learned that they were forced to stag by a mutual friend of ours, who knew I wanted to ask them to the dance, but our friend wanted me to ask them.
It wasn't until grade 10 that I finally told them how I felt, and I was scared that I was going to lose our friendship forever.
We were watching a movie in their basement, and I could hardly focus on it. To this day, I do not recall what movie it even was, but I digress.
All of a sudden, I just blurted out. "I love you." Not that I like them, or even have a crush on them. No, no, full-on. I love you.
They went quiet for not even ten seconds before they kissed me, completely shocking me. In a span of 20 seconds, I told them I loved them, and we had our first kiss. They pulled back, letting me they loved me too.
We have been together ever since. Standing by one another with each dream. Helping each other to achieve our goals. When I was signed to AEW, I knew it was time to propose.
I booked us a room at the Sidney Tavern, in East Berlin, PA. I was so nervous that I actually thought about calling the whole thing off, but I pushed through.
We had a pleasant evening, talking and laughing, and then I did the old dropping the fork on the floor and we to pick it up, but I was on one knee, with the engagement ring in my hand.
"Yes."
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I laughed as this was so us. I didn't even have to ask the question before they answered. I slipped the ring on their finger.
Now, as I stand at the front of the church, waiting for them. I knew that no one could ever take their place in my life.
The music started to play, and everyone stood up to look as the doors opened.
We made eye contact down the aisle, and they mouthed,'I love you.'
And I mouthed it right back, knowing that they are the one for me, and I for them.
#aew#all elite wrestling#reader imagine#reader insert#orange Cassidy imagine#orange Cassidy fic#orange Cassidy fanfic#orange cassidy x reader#orange Cassidy x neutral reader#orange cassidy#orange Cassidy x you#orange Cassidy x y/n
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Pliability Chapter 18 is live!
Timbaland is right. It has been a long time. And I shouldn’t have left you...left you without a new chapter to read, boo.
I won’t lament about all the reasons this took four months. I just hope the block is behind me and I can try and get back on a somewhat regular posting schedule.
Anyway, here’s the next chapter!
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trauma magnet: all day breakfast (ch1)
rating: teen
pairing: Jon Moxley/Bryan Danielson, Claudio Castagnoli/Eddie Kingston, Jon Moxley/Eddie Kingston
word count: 5,044
warnings: a lot of swearing & tobacco use (cigarettes & dip), dude bro talk, dude bro behavior
author’s notes: this is an AU where Mox & Eddie are an EMS crew while Bryan & Claudio run a coffee shop/bakery.
ao3 link: [ one ]
series masterlist: [ post ]
chapter summary: The only places open at 4am are coffee shops. Eddie & Mox decide to check a place out while on the job. It has nothing to do with the fact that the barista & baker are both very hot. The EMS crew is just hungry.
“I’m--”
“Don’t fuckin’ start.” Mox declared sharply, his eyes not leaving the comic book in hand.
“There’s nothin--”
“I swear to God, Kingston, if you jinx us you’re gonna be the one in need of an ambulance. Ya hear?” Mox looked up from his reading finally to glare at Eddie from across the cab of their truck.
“Easy for you to say. You got readin’ material.” Eddie grumbled as he sunk further into the passenger seat.
“Bro, you--” Mox sighed and slapped the comic book down in his lap. “I let you pick the music, didn’t I? Is this not a forever playlist of DMX?”
“...It is.” Eddie gave in and sighed. “Sorry. Sorry. Go back to your fuckin’ comic.”
“Thank you.” Mox shook his head as he looked back at the color pictures but couldn’t focus anymore on the story. “God damn it.”
“Yeah?” Eddie grinned over at his partner.
“Don’t be fuckin’ smug about it.” Mox grumbled as he got out his dip container and packed his lip. “I fuckin’ hate you.”
“Uh-huh.” Eddie chuckled. “C’mon, I know we’re new around here but not a single call? Not even a bandaid?”
“I’d rather be bored, my man.” Mox shifted in his seat before leaning forward against the steering wheel. “You know I’m fuckin’ superticous about this shit. Why ya keep it up? When you supposedly love me so much?”
“‘Cause I like fucking with you too much.” Eddie cackled as he smacked a pack of cigarettes against his palm.
“Wait, you gonna smoke?” Mox glared.
“Since when do you give a fuck about smokin’ in the rig?” Eddie frowned.
“Don’t give a fuck, but I just put in my dip.” Mox pouted. “You coulda said somethin’.”
“Ah! I see. I see. Well, you could quit that disgusting habit and pick up something cleaner. Like my cigarettes.” Eddie popped one stick into his mouth. “Seriously, your teeth are already…”
“Hey!” Mox leaned over to punch Eddie but the other didn’t respond much other than an ouch. “What’re you distracted by?”
“Who.” Eddie blinked a few times and rubbed his eyes. “Dude, look at this hot guy. Across the street. Fifty feet tall, shaved head, beard?”
“Oh fuck, dude.” Mox looked in the direction Eddie was looking and spotted the giant. “He is hot. What the fuck?”
“God damn.” Eddie watched the tall man closely.
The man in question stood on the sidewalk of a coffee shop and bakery with a black apron tied around his waist and a broom in hand. The clock said it was 4 in the morning which meant the coffee shop was opening. The sign above the shop window said Claudio’s Cafe & the Blackpool Bakery . Eddie watched the man sweep, the black t-shirt he wore with the cafe’s name on the back pulled taunt over his biceps and chest in the most perfect way. The jeans were a similar story but Eddie never minded a squeal, especially a good one.
“Moxie.” Eddie sat up more, leaning on the dash. “Am I in love?”
“Nah.” Mox chuckled. “You’re just hungry. I bet they have pie.”
This time Eddie reached out and slugged Mox’s shoulder making the other howl. Mox was laughing his way through the sting when the glass door of the cafe opened up and another man stepped out. Considerably shorter, but Mox noted that he had a full head of hair. Long hair pulled up into a neat bun. A blank white t-shirt concealed hefty muscles, already there was flour on the black apron he wore. The pair exchanged words before the one in the white shirt went back inside.
“I want the short one.” Mox declared as quickly as his brain would let him.
“Fuckin’ have him. He looks annoying as fuck.” Eddie shook his head. “I got big boy.”
“Dispatch,” Mox gripped the walkie talkie on his shoulder. “This is Elite-12. We’re stepping out for breakfast. Radio’s hot. Over.”
“Confirmed, Elite-12.” The crackling voice came over the radio. “Drink some coffee for me too. Over.”
"You got it, Orange.” Mox responded as they got out of the ambulance. “Elite-12 out.”
As they made their way across the street Mox fixed his t-shirt, tucking it back in where it came loose. Eddie flipped his FDNY cap backwards and rearranged his belt as they approached the cafe. The one Eddie called ‘big boy’ had stepped back inside while they were on their way over so Mox stopped them before the door.
“Hang on.” Mox fixed Eddie’s button up where one of the buttons had come loose. “There ya go.”
“Always lookin’ out for me, Mox.” Eddie pushed the door open for Mox to step through first. They were greeted before the door swung shut.
“Good morning.” The one in the white t-shirt greeted them without looking up from the display case he was working on. Mox bit his lip at the slightly nasally voice. Everything about the guy read smug.
“Welcome to our cafe.” The other man had an accent that made Eddie want to bark, and an absolutely beautiful smile to match. A much warmer personality Eddie gravitated towards.
“Thanks.” Mox responded back automatically as he watched the man work in the display case, putting out freshly made baked goods.
“My pal and I were wondering which one of you was Claudio.” Eddie slithered up to the counter that the man with the accent was behind.
“Oh?” The man looked over at the one in the display case, who finally popped his head out. Like this was an ongoing thing they got.
“Which one of us do you think is Claudio?” The baker asked as he looked over the EMS crew. Eddie and Mox shared a look before looking at the taller man.
“It’s the tall one.” Eddie said at the same time as Mox spoke.
“You.” Mox gestured to the taller man.
“You’re correct.” Claudio looked a little smug. “Sorry, you do not look like a Claudio, Bryan.” He shrugged before looking at Eddie. “Paramedic Kingston?”
“You can just call me Eddie.” Eddie smiled back, turning on the charm. “So it’s your cafe.”
“Yes, it’s my cafe.” Claudio nodded. “But it’s Bryan’s bakery.”
“Good. I thought Blackpool was a strange first name.” Mox joked but the baker, Bryan, simply rolled his eyes. “I’m Mox.”
“J. Moxley.” Bryan indicated the name printed on Mox’s department t-shirt.
“Jon Moxley, but my friends call me Mox.” Mox started looking at the pastries Bryan was putting out, his mouth was practically watering and Bryan didn’t need to know that it wasn’t really about the baked goods.
“EMT Moxley.” Bryan said definitively. “Were you looking for breakfast or just curious?”
“You’ve been out there for quite a few hours. I can imagine you must be tired and bored.” Claudio looked Eddie over as they talked. “What kind of coffee can I get you?”
“Something strong.” Eddie pointedly looked at Claudio’s arms when he said that.
“Something sweet or plain?” Claudio asked as he started getting the espresso ground and packed. Eddie was choosing to read into the question. Claudio was sweet, Bryan was plain, Eddie thought.
“Sweet.” Eddie winked and then started watching Claudio’s hands pack the portafilter. “Some cream too.
“I’ll fix you up, Eddie.” Claudio smiled warmly as he latched the portafilter into the machine and started it. The heavy smell of fresh coffee filled the room.
“It all looks really good actually.” Mox was actually distracted by the pastries by now. They all looked perfect, like they should be in an overly expensive shop in Manhattan or at a school. “Uh…what’s your favorite thing to make?”
Bryan blinked at the question, his eyes narrowed as he formulated his response. Before the baker could speak though the crackle of the EMS radio sounded out into the quiet cafe. Neither Mox nor Eddie reacted, but Claudio and Bryan jumped. The voice spoke grumbled nonsense that the pair seemed to understand. They made eye contact with a nod and Eddie turned his set off and Mox turned his set down a bit more and readjusted the belt he wore as bandolier.
“Is the belt standard issue?” Bryan looked at the regular leather belt.
“He used to be a firefighter. Kinda their little trick. Makes it easier to carry and work the radios.” Eddie explained as Mox nodded along.
“Why don’t you wear yours like that then?” Claudio asked, nodded at the radio being latched to Eddie’s belt and shoulder lapel holding the held set.
“Eddie ain’t a firefighter.” Mox shrugged. Bryan considered Mox in a way he couldn’t read.
“Why not?” Bryan looked over Eddie.
“Are you kidding? I ain’t running into no fuckin’ burning buildings, my man. I’m not scaling tall buildings. You ever see how hard it is to put out a fuckin’ fire? Nah. That’s for the birds.” Eddie shook his head quickly, clearly displeased at the thought of being a firefighter. “Save that shit for the insane and stupidly brave.” Eddie pointed at Mox who just shrugged. “Gave me daily heart attacks when he was doin’ that shit.”
“It was fun.” Mox responded innocently, a little smile on his face. “While it lasted at least.”
“Your life expectancy is longer.” Eddie looked over at Claudio and smirked. “Watch this. It means you can smoke more cigarettes since you’re not inhalin’ all that smoke.”
“Amen to that, brother.” Mox grinned back. “And I get to ride with you every fuckin’ day.”
"Cute. How long have you two been married?" Bryan deadpanned.
"You're mean." Mox grinned over the glass at Bryan. "I think that's hot." Bryan tried his best to keep a straight face.
"Blueberry scone." Bryan finally said.
"What?" Mox blinked at him.
"You asked for my favorite pastry to make. Today it's a blueberry scone." Bryan rolled his eyes, speaking a little slowly just to be a dick.
"Alright, asshole. Then let’s have it.." Mox grinned and then looked over at Claudio. "Can I just get a drip coffee?"
"I want that muffin." Eddie pointed one out to Bryan as he got Mox's on a plate.
"Sure." Bryan rolled his eyes at the demanding tone as he plated both pastries, handing them over to Mox above the glass. Normally Bryan walked them to the table or the boxes for to go orders went to the register. Handing things over the glass wasn't professional.
"Here you are, Mox " Claudio sat out a to-go cup of black coffee for Mox then next to it sat another cup out for Eddie. "And for you, Eddie."
"Thanks, Claudio." Eddie extended the o a little as he took his coffee. "What do we owe you?" Eddie asked as Mox took a seat at one of the nearby tables with their food.
"Don't worry about it." Claudio waved his hand dismissively but Bryan was glaring dagger at him.
"Alright, alright. I'm not one to look a gift horse in the mouth." Eddie shrugged and took their coffees to the table.
The pair behind the counter graviated towards each other as Mox and Eddie found a seat. Claudio and Bryan stood side by side, whispering a bit as Mox and Eddie got ready to eat. The crackle of the radio sounded again.
"Elite-12. Come in." The radio on Mox's shoulder spoke.
"No." Eddie glared at Mox. "Don't. Do not answer it. We just sat down."
"Eddie." Mox shook his head.
"Elite-12, I know you're listening." The bored voice got louder as Mox turned it up. "Got a 45 year old female with chest pains." A beat. "Come on, Elite-12. It's life or death or whatever."
"This is Elite-12 responding. Over." Mox radioed back.
"Fuck you. Fuck you. Fuck this lady. Let's fuckin’ go." Eddie stood up with a huff, a look of longing cast at the food and drinks.
"Finally." Orange sighed into the radio and started repeating the address as the pair left the cafe in a hurry.
"Thanks!" Mox called out as they left.
"Come back and see us." Claudio waved, hoping his voice got to them before the door swung shut.
The pair hurried across the stress to the ambulance. The traffic stopped for them as they recklessly went into the stress. Mox was on his way to the driver's side while Eddie was able to jump right into the passage seat.
“Hang on, Eddie.” Mox jogged around the far side of the ambulance as Eddie was climbing in.
“Hang on? We gotta fuckin’ go! MOXLEY!” Eddie shouted, leaning over to throw open the door to Mox’s side. “The fuck--”
Mox was retching hard, one knee on the ground and mostly losing whatever was in his stomach. Luckily none of Bryan’s baked goods or Claudio’s coffee. Eddie groaned, hitting the lights but not sound just yet. Mox threw up a few more times, spats and then quickly got into the ambulance.
“You gonna explain yourself?” Eddie passed Mox an old bottle of water.
Mox was somehow weaving in and out of traffic, flipping the siren, and throwing back the water before spitting it back into the bottle. There was a heavy sigh from him before he tossed the bottle onto the floor.
“Holy fuck.” Mox shook his head. “We walked in and I knew if he saw me dippin’ he’d be fucking digusted.”
“Jon.” Eddie snapped his head to the side to stare at his friend. “Did you fuckin’ swallow your lip full of dip?”
“Yeah.” Mox said miserably. “I fuckin’ swallowed it.”
“Jesus fuckin’ Christ, dude.” Eddie just stared at his friend.
“It was fuckin’ stupid. A snap decision. I don’t know why I thought that was the solution.” Mox groaned, punching the steering wheel. “Fuckin’ move!” He honked at a car that had yet to notice the emergency service vehicle. “He was just…so fuckin’ smug and god damn pretty, Eddie, I panicked.”
“Brother.” Eddie shook his head and looked back at the road as Mox swung around the car. “I don’t even know what the fuck to say to that. Don’t do it again?”
“Sure fuckin’ bet I won’t do it again!” Mox laughed. “I might just fuckin’ give up dip now.”
“Disgusting, dude. Wait you swallowed that at the…like just as we walked in?” Eddie gagged. “You had to fuckin’ throw up that whole time? Are you okay?”
“I think I’m good now.” Mox sighed, actually soundly still miserable as he held his stomach. “How much longer we got?”
“Six hours. Sorry.” Eddie sighed as they double parked on the curb of a complex. “Let’s ride. Grab the lifepack, and don’t fuckin’ throw up.”
It was a very long, busy six hours and forty five minutes for Eddie and Mox. They dropped off their last patient at the nearby ER nicknamed the Butcher Shop due to the fact that the doctor that ran the night shift was named “Butcher” Williams, and the head nurse was called the Blade. They all burned some time on the clock chatting and talking shop before Eddie and Mox dragged themselves back to the EMS station.
Of course they had to do all their logging and cleaning up. By the time everything was done Mox was sleeping sitting up in the cleaned and restocked ambulance. Eddie shook his partner awake. It was a difficult task to get Mox to open his eyes.
“C’mon. We’re not sleeping here again.” Eddie urged, pulling and tugging at Mox’s arm.
“Who cares? I’m tired.” Mox grumbled as he tried to lay down on the bench seat.
“If you get your ass up not only will I drive us, but I’ll make sad rice when we get home.” Eddie promised. He was the least tired of the two. Mox hadn’t gotten much sleep and he was always determined to be the one driving simply because he knew Eddie hated it.
“Sad rice?” Mox perked up, pushing himself up onto his elbow. “For real?”
“Yeah. I’ll make it while you shower, okay?” Eddie sighed, reaching out to ruffle Mox’s shaggy reddish brown hair. “C’mon, buddy, you deserve to sleep in your own bed. Yeah?”
“Okay. Fine.” Mox sighed as he finally got up.
They stumbled out of the back of the rig together and headed through the front office leaning on one another. While Mox had finished up the last of their duties on the ambulance Eddie had stored their bags in the truck they drove to work together. To this day Eddie wasn’t sure how they managed to live together, drive to work together, work in close quarters together, and then go back home together, but they did, and they had for a while.
“Mox, Eddie!” Excalibur called out from behind his desk, waving them back over.
“Yo, Captain. We can’t. Sorry. I barely even got Mox walkin--”
“Would you shut up for just a second, Kingston?” Excalibur threw a pen across the small room at Taz, the lieutenant, when he snickered. “A kid from some fancy cafe delivered you guys something. Here. The crew were going to eat so I, being the good guy I am, brought it in here. Where I only had to fight off Taz.”
“You guys ain’t getting Reversed Nightinggaled, are ya?” Taz asked. “Because that’s a nice fucking breakfast.”
“What?” Mox looked at the plain white box and opened it up. There was some sort of puff pastry with cheese and meat, probably more. “Oh shit. This is from Bryan and Claudio.”
“Woah.” Eddie stared at the food in front of them. It looked incredible, delicious. Something out of a cookbook.
“We drank the coffee though. It was gonna be cold by the time you got here.” Taz shrugged.
“That’s true. It was our fee for watching over the food.” Excalibur grinned.
“Also no, we’re not getting fucking Nightinggaled or whatever.” Eddie went to reach in to grab some of the pastry but Mox batted his hand away.
“Wait till we get home.” Mox grunted as he closed the box. “It was a cafe we were parked across from. We sat down to eat breakfast and got a call before we could have any of it.” Mox explained as he picked up the box.
“What cafe?” Excalibur asked. “Oh, wait. There's a card. It was loose. Hang on.” He got up to get his uniform jacket and pulled out the card. “There.”
“Thanks.” Eddie took it. “It’s called Claudio’s Cafe & the Blackpool Bakery.” Eddie recited without really thinking about it, having committed the place to memory.
“People love to give us free shit.” Taz finally tossed the pen back at Excalibur.
“Hell yeah, they do.” Eddie grinned. “I think we’re also gonna fuck these guys. They’re hot. Well, Claudio is hot. The baker is a bitch.”
“I wish you the best of luck in that, but please don’t do it on the clock, gentlemen.” Excalibur sighed and put the pen away, clearly calling an end to his fight with Taz.
“Get yours, boys. Bakers tend to be bitches, but that’s Mox’s type, huh?” Taz grinned.
“Fuck you, Taz. How do you know anything about bakers?” Mox asked as they headed towards the door.
“The same way you’re learning about bakers, kid. Get out of here. Don’t come back. You boys look tired.” Taz shooed them off with a dismissive hand gesture.
“What he said.” Excalibur grunted. “Enjoy your days off, guys.”
“Thanks, Cap. Lou.” Eddie tipped his Yankees cap to them.
They left to Taz’s comments about baseball.
The fifteen minute drive home was too long for Mox, who slept on the window as they passed through the sunlight city. It was sometime around noon and they’d soon be home to go to bed. The radio played sport reports Eddie tried to pay attention to so he didn’t nod off between the station and their driveway. The smell of Bryan’s food was really what kept Eddie awake.
Once they pulled into the house Eddie left the truck running as he took in their bags and the food. Mox got a few minutes extra to sleep. Their yellow lab greeted Eddie at the door and followed him to and from the truck.
“Wake up Mox, Deano. That’s a good girl.” Eddie led their dog through the driver's side door.
Deano jumped into the seat and then dropped into Mox’s lap, slowly scooting her snout under Mox’s arm and making quiet whines. Slowly Mox’s eyes opened and Deano lifted up to lick his face.
“Oh, hey, girl.” Mox grinned as he put his arms around the dog and buried his face in her neck. “I missed you. What a good girl. So sweet, wakin’ me up.”
Deano was practically Mox’s service dog at this point. They had trained her to do a few things to help Mox but she was older and already had many years under her being a search & rescue dog. Mox was definitely her human, though she loved Eddie just as much.
“Let’s get inside.” Mox unclipped his seat belt before getting out.
They trudged inside with Eddie. They got onto the porch and Mox had to kick off his work boots. Eddie’s already gone and replaced by his slides. Their dirty uniforms were tucked into a laundry basket outside as well. None of their work clothes made it inside until they washed them and cleaned their boots on the porch. Deano patiently waited just inside the door for them.
It was a routine they could do in their sleep which was good because they were both asleep on their feet. Eddie urged Mox to the shower as he got their food ready to eat. It didn’t take Mox long to stumble down the steps from his shower, too exhausted to even enjoy that.
“Gonna take Deano out while you shower. Then food?” Mox looked so hopeful.
“Of course, dude.” Eddie chuckled as he started up the stairs.
Mox went to the back door to let Deano out. There was a doggie door but when they got home one or both of them would take her out, let her run around and play some fetch. They were gone so much they worked to make time for her. After all, Deano deserved it. On long shifts sometimes they left her at the station with Taz or Excalibur or Tony. Sometimes their neighbors would check on her.
“C’mon, Deano!” Mox grinned as he threw the ball and she took off at top speed for the fences to get the ball.
Mox could get lost in these moments. Simple, and easy with his dog. After the day they had. The days they have. The weight of it all sometimes hung too heavy on Mox, and he needed to ground himself in his own life. Deano had been perfect for that. He loved their dog so much. Deano darted back and happily gave him the ball, they repeated this until she decided to play with him. When Mox reached for the ball on the ground she dropped onto the ground and acted like she was going to get Mox’s hand.
“Hey!” Mox laughed and then darted out to playfully, and gently, tackle Deano.
“Ready for breakfast?” Eddie asked as he brought everything out onto the porch, freshly cleaned up and looking a little more alive.
“Yeah. Yeah. C’mon, Deano.” Mox snapped his fingers for her to follow. Before sitting down he poured a cup of food for Deano and while she chomped he took his seat. “I’m so exhausted I feel like I’m not going to actually be able to enjoy it.”
“I feel like I’m not refine enough to know what I’m enjoyin’.” Eddie grumbled as he watched Mox cut and lift out the pastry Eddie had heated back up. “Here.” He slid a cold diet coke to Mox and took his own Sprite.
“You thought of everything.” Mox sat back. “Here it goes.”
They both started eating. After the first bite they locked eyes and groaned as they ate the most amazing breakfast they’d ever had. Incredibly flaky and buttery, savory and cooked perfect. Mox couldn’t quite believe it was as good as it looked. Or that Bryan was running just some bakery in the city. The place had been new too.
“Okay, I didn’t want to have to give it to him but that bitch is a fuckin’ good baker.” Eddie grumbled as he shoved more into his mouth. “Like what the fuck even is this? How is it so good?”
“I’ve never had a savory pastry before.” Mox spoke quietly as he tried to commit everything to memory. He wasn’t a food guy. Things kinda mostly tasted the same to him, or just big flavors stood out. This was subtle and perfect, prepared by someone who could taste every ingredient. “We should go back tomorrow afternoon.”
“We fuckin’ should.” Eddie looked up. “Hey, what’d the card say by the way?”
“Oh fuck. Forgot about the card.” Mox said through a mouth full of food, getting up to dart inside. The card was in his pocket in his jacket by the front door.
As he came back he opened it up, sliding the hefty fine card out of the equally elegant envelope. The paper was a coffee brown. The front had Claudio’s Cafe & the Blackpool Bakery beautifully handwritten across it, perfectly spaced letters in perfect swooping penmanship. It wasn’t a stamp though. When Mox opened up the letter the top portion of the card was filled with the neatly handwritten recipe on the top of the card, in the same handwriting as the front. It included everything, how much, and serving sizes. Below that was different handwriting telling them how nice it was to meet them.
“Eddie & Mox, meeting you this morning was wonderful. A nice change from the normal trickle of customers. We hope to have you back, but in the meantime enjoy Bryan’s jambon.” Mox read aloud, not totally sure how to say jambon.
“Claudio is fucking cute.” Eddie reached over to take the letter and read it himself.
“He’s seven feet tall and jacked. Not cute. Very sexy though.” Mox chuckled as he took another bite of his food. “Bryan’s cute. I wanna watch him make his fuckin’ little pastries.”
“And eat his ass.” Eddie rolled his eyes.
“Shut up.” Mox laughed, shaking his head. “I bet his ass is as good as his baking.”
“Please. I’m fuckin’ eatin’ here!” Eddie shook his head, dramatically pretending he could throw up. “Don’t ruin the one thing I like about the dude.”
“His ass?” Mox teased as he took the note back.
“His cooking, bitch!” Eddie had half a mind to throw his fork at Mox. “Anyways, Claudio is obviously the catch. Bryan couldn’t even write a note, just the recipe. Like we’re gonna make it ourselves, please.”
“It’s probably just his way of saying thanks. He had to make it after all.” Mox pointed out.
“Fine. Whatever.” Eddie sighed as he finished his plate, pushing it forward and then pulling out a package of cigarettes. “Wanna?”
“Yeah, yeah.” Mox was still stuffing his face, eyes glued to the careful, perfectly spaced capital letters that made up Bryan’s handwriting. The last bite of Mox’s breakfast was savored as he took the newly lit cigarette from Eddie. “We’re going to the Ranger’s game tomorrow night with Santana & Ortiz, right?”
“Yeah, we’re supposed to.” Eddie looked over at Mox, the idea transferring from Mox to Eddie without a word. “Or they could have something else to do and we could take the baker and the hot guy.”
“Exactly.” Mox grinned as he sucked down the smoke. “We’ll go sometime tomorrow and invite them.”
“Sounds like a plan.” Eddie paused. “What if they don’t like hockey?”
“Then we give the tickets back to Santana & Ortiz and do something else with them?” Mox suggested as he got their plates together.
“Yeah, yeah. I mean, I really wanted to go to that game.” Eddie frowned.
“Fuck off. C’mon.” Mox exhaled. “We can go any time we’re off.”
“We can also chase dick any time we’re off.” Eddie shrugged. “We kinda chase dick when we’re at work too though.”
“Think chasing dick is just our default.” Mox grinned.
“You’re right. Chasing dick, smoking sticks.” Eddie reached out to bump fists with Mox in their absolutely ridiculous manor.
“You should be a poet, Eddie. Really.” Mox leaned back in his chair. “They’re cool. Seem cool at least.”
“Cool? Don’t know about that, but I do know I wanna fuck Claudio until he cries and I’m pretty sure he’s into the idea.” Eddie looked off into the distance, reimaging their meeting this morning. “You didn’t get close enough, but Moxie, his eyes. They’re so pretty. His smile is just…”
“Calm down, dude. How can you even tell what he wants, Eddie? You talked to him for like five minutes.” Mox always doubted Eddie’s ability to clock a compatible partner in bed. The man could nail down someone’s sexual prefances like he was reading a list, and had done so to Mox many times. Mox still always doubted. “I just don’t get how you can clock that he wants you to fuck him until he cries from like 30 words.”
“Well,” Eddie took a huge drawl off his cigarette. “It’s a vibe, babe. Just gotta read it. I’m putting out a vibe, he’s sending it back. I don’t know, but I’ll let you know if he’s into it when I do fuck him.”
“You’re pretty sure of yourself.” Mox considered this for a moment. “Twenty bucks says Claudio wants to fuck you until you cry.”
“Oh, you’re on, kid.” Eddie cackled. “I’ll do ya one better. Twenty says I fuck Claudio in the described fashion, but also I bet you an additional twenty that Bryan is a fuckin’ freak who is gonna fuck you sideways.”
“Do normal people have these kinds of conversations and shit?” Mox laughed, rubbing his forehead. “Fine, but define ‘fucks me sideways’.”
“He looks like he does yoga. I mean, literally fuck you sideways.” Eddie stubbed out he butt of his cigarette.
“Fine, fine. You’re on.” Mox shrugged. “Don’t know how I’m the fuckin’ normal one between us.”
“Oh, sweetheart, you’re anything but the normal one.” Eddie took the dishes and headed inside.
#oh this bad boy is finally up#what the fuck man what the fuck here ya go#jon moxley#claudio castagnoli#eddie kingston#bryan danielson#aew fic#blackpool combat club fic#bcc fic#fic#wrestling fanfic#fanfiction#fanfic#fic. trauma magnet#ranger written#excalibur#taz#orange cassidy
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• kinktober — day twelve : threesome / group sex — best friends •
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{ masterlists } | { kinktober 2022 }
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{ warnings } — 18 + { minors do not interact }, fem!reader; group sex, multiple orgasms, oral sex { male receiving }, blowjobs, facefucking, throatfucking, internal cumshot, male + female orgasms, throatpie, facials, spanking, overstimulation, rough sex, double penetration, vaginal sex, anal sex, penetrative sex, unprotected sex, squirting, vaginal creampie, anal creampie
{ word count } — 486
{ pairing } — fem!reader x chuck taylor x orange cassidy x trent beretta
{ genre } — smut
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never had you felt so full
all of your holes stuffed with their cocks
your pleasure being drawn out little by little with each of their movements
orange lazily rested upon the couch, his cock filling your throat
leaving you gagging around his size, much to the amusement of dustin and trent
speaking of the two,
trent tongue flicked across your nipples as he thrusted up from beneath you
his hands rested upon your hips, adoring the way his cock filled your cunt
dustin on the other hand was positioned behind you,
fingers woven in your hair, pushing your head down effectively taking orange’s cock deeper down your throat
his size stretching out your tight little ass
“fuck…” orange gave a quiet groan of approval
his mouth hung agape with pleasure.
“good slut, that’s it. take all our cocks” dustin chimed in filling your ass to the brim
spit gathered around the corners of your lips, hollowing around orange’s size
“good girl…” trent hummed through the cacophony of moans
“god, her cunt feels so fucking good” he addressed to his other group members, burying himself deeper into your sweet pussy
“speak for yourself, you should feel her tight little ass” dustin retorted
you did not mind being objectified by them, after all you rather enjoyed being the groups little fuck toy
three cocks were definitely better than just one that’s for sure
“can you two shut up, i’m about to cum-“
orange spoke with uncharacteristic abrasion in his voice
holding your head down on his cock, feeling himself in the back of your throat
“i think she’s close too” trent mentioned, feeing your pretty pussy clench around his thickness
“c’mon little slut, show us how a good girl cums”
your could not help yourself at dustin’s words, feeling the arousal burn in your stomach
orange was the first to release, hot cum filling your throat, coating your lips and cheeks as he pulled out breathlessly
dustin soon felt himself falutering, thin ribbons of white dripping from your tight, puckered hole
the sight seemed to turn him on even more
trent seemed to hold his own for now
it seemed that you were the next one to collapse,
sweetness spilling from between your thighs, sweet folds glossy with your wetness
“fuck…” the three of them almost said in unison
trent slammed you down onto his cock with some assistance from dustin
the kentucky gentleman holding you hips down as orange lazily stroked his cock to the sight
your walls soon flooded with trent’s seed, white hot cum dripping from both your holes as you collapsed into him
utterly fucked out and content
the three of them remained silent for the moment before dustin spoke up
“let’s go another round?” he questioned
the other two nodded, so did yourself
“alright let’s switch positions. trent take her mouth. orange you got her ass this time and i’ll fuck her pretty cunt”
#{ my fics : 🤍 }#the best friends#trent beretta smut#kinktober 2022#trent beretta imagine#chuck taylor smut#chuck taylor imagine#orange cassidy smut#orange cassidy imagine#aew#wrestling imagine#wrestling smut#aew fanfiction#aew imagine#aew wrestling
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rip to orange cassidy but if julia hart stared at me i would simply stare back and then let my gaze wander down to her lips and then meet her eyes again and then we-
#maybe i should try writing aew fic#gabbi’s wrestling liveblog#aew#aew botb#orange cassidy#julia hart
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Nothing But You And I
~4k words
orangekip (orange cassidy/kip sabian)
mature content? in my blog?? in my fics??? for once its more likely than you think
warnings for implied sexual content (there is a fade to black), a very soft praise kink, making out, stripping. submissive!kip, theres a few swears, they are handy and suggestive, sexual tension. as i put in the ao3 tags, theres a lot of smoke but no actual fire, they are just spicy ✨
can be read as a follow up to "not even thinking twice" but it also works as a standalone, as theres only few small references to what happens in the other one
this is the spiciest shit you can get out of me honestly. im a very squeamish ace person, but willing to push myself as a writer, so this is a result of that. imm honestly very happy with this one, i honestly think its one of my best, if not personally THE best, to date, sssoooo. theres that. would love to hear what you think if you choose to read it, it would mean a lot! 💜
on ao3
@midnightpretenders0 @stormbornpirate @ss-trashboat
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Kip paced back and forth in the hallway, trying to arrange the words into the correct order in his mind. He didn’t know how long he had been there trying to make sense of everything, the track of time was a foreign concept to him at this point, and the liminal space of the hotel corridor wasn’t really helping him with that. All Kip had was the number of the correct hotel room, and a burning passion to get his title back.
Almost on an instinct at the thought, Kip glanced at his shoulder, his face sinking a little at the lack of gold on it, once again. While people would probably have said that the BTE title didn’t mean much of anything in terms of success or career highlights, Kip heavily disagreed with that statement. Maybe it was because it had been the one title he had held in this company, be it a shoot vlog one or not, but it held a special meaning to him and a special place in his heart.
So not only seeing Orange Cassidy now hold it, but also living with the knowledge that Kip had lost the title specifically to him after everything, it was just something he wasn’t able to handle very well.
Kip stopped pacing for a second, standing in front of the hotel room door, raising his hand up for a stern knock. He didn’t do it though, only groaned in annoyance, returning back to walking in circles. It was late, he was probably asleep already anyway, so Kip wasn’t really sure why he bothered with all of this so much. He could easily sleep on it, or at least try to, and catch Cassidy first thing in the morning, to demand a rematch for the title that should rightfully still be his.
“Hey.”
Kip froze in place, the familiar voice catching him off guard. His eyes shot towards it after a split second, staring at the blond standing in the now open doorway that Kip hadn’t heard opening as he had been way too deep in his own thoughts, Cassidy letting out a yawn as he ran a hand through his short hair. There was something in the look he was giving to Kip that he wasn’t quite sure how to decipher at first, but as Cassidy continued to speak, it became pretty obvious.
“Can you stop that? Some of us are trying to sleep here.”
Annoyance. It was definitely annoyance.
Too bad for Cassidy he wasn’t as annoyed by the situation as Kip was, as the Brit stepped closer, getting up to the blond’s face. Cassidy didn’t even flinch, the pair of unamused blue eyes just staring back at him as he yawned quietly again.
“Well wake the fuck up sunshine, I want my title back.”
Cassidy just looked at him, lazily leaning against the door frame without moving an inch. The situation reminded Kip a lot about the way Cassidy had initially coaxed the title match out of him in the first place, just confirming the feeling Kip had had earlier while planning on putting himself into this situation that he had to fall down to similar tactics to best the dastardly Orange Cassidy this time around himself.
“Well?”
“Well what?” Cassidy asked, shrugging his shoulders a little. He clearly wasn’t going to move or give into Kip’s demands, which Kip was sure he already knew. Cassidy was just playing mind games with him at this point, growing the Brit more and more irritated at him with every ignorant statement he made.
“The title! I want a shot!”
Cassidy blinked at him blankly a couple of times, before leaning a bit closer, out of the doorway, glancing around the two of them up and down the empty hallway. Kip watched him, clearly confused, as Cassidy returned back to his original position, shrugging again.
“Brandon’s not here. The stand-ins are not here. I can’t give you a title shot unless it’s official.”
“You think this is a joke, don’t you?”
Cassidy didn’t reply, he didn’t react to the statement at all, but Kip could sense it from him. The blond was making a mockery of the precious vlog title, his precious vlog title, and Kip wasn’t going to stand for it. He stepped closer, as close as he possibly could to Cassidy, eyes narrowing at him as Kip huffed some extremely annoyed energy out of himself, trying his best to ignore the way the tips of their noses softly brushed against one another.
“You’re gonna give me a shot at the title, and you’re gonna give it to me now!”
“Okay.”
Kip went quiet, just staring at Cassidy for a second before his brows furrowed, Kip leaning slightly away from him, clearly suspicious about this situation.
“…Okay?” he repeated, trying to work it out in his brain what the blond was on about.
“You can have a shot.”
Kip was still definitely suspicious about all of this, the conclusion came around much easier than he expected, but at the same time he had always known that Cassidy wasn’t made up to be a champion so maybe he was already regretting this and wanted to lose the title to avoid the responsibilities that came with it. Maybe Kip showing this passionate side of him to Cassidy was making the fraud of a current champion realize how much he actually wanted this, making Cassidy regret ever taking it from him. Maybe --
“But you have to earn it first.”
Getting another sudden flashback to how Cassidy had pulled his title shot out of him, Kip bit his lower lip, swearing he could see a little teasing smirk tugging in the corner of Cassidy’s mouth at the sight of Kip’s obviously racing thoughts. Maybe he was also thinking the same thing, how things had happened last week, agreeing to have a repeat of that. Or maybe that was just what Kip wanted out of this, what he wanted to believe.
“Or you can just say no and we can leave it at that and --”
“I-I’ll do anything.”
The words slipped out of his mouth before Kip could stop himself, the desperation in his voice so obvious he couldn’t help but the wince a little afterwards. Of course he meant it, but he wasn’t supposed to show weakness like that, not at a moment like this, not so openly to someone like Cassidy. The blond just looked at him, slowly raising one brow at him, this time Kip being sure there was a smirk accompanying his glance.
“…Anything?”
Kip slowly nodded. This was the one title that had meant so much to him, the only one he had held in recent memory that made him even somewhat relevant in the eyes of the audience. He craved the compliments he got while carrying it around and wearing it, he missed the weight of it on his shoulders, both physically and metaphorically, he missed the glimmer of gold that was truly his. The one thing that Kip had won, that gave him admiration, attention, a reason. He missed it. Kip missed all of it.
And yes. He was so ready to do anything to get it back. Anything Cassidy threw at him would be worth it, to get that title back on his shoulder, around his waist, to have those feelings of importance and meaning again.
Kip watched, in slight confusion, as Cassidy suddenly turned around on his heels, sluggishly making his way back inside the hotel room, leaving the door open after him. Kip stared at the empty, open doorway for a moment, it slowly dawning on him that this was an invitation for him. He could feel his heartbeat growing faster at the sudden realization that it was just going to be the two of them, at this late of an hour, together in Cassidy’s otherwise empty hotel room.
Kip tried to shake the thought off as he stepped past the threshold and inside the room, slowly closing the door after him. He had to remind himself that he was here for the title, for the shot he deserved to regain it, and that was it. Just because it happened to be with Cassidy was irrelevant. He would have done this with anyone else too. Maybe not like this, maybe he would have been more patient with someone else, but Kip definitely would have demanded a title shot. He --
“Come here.”
Kip looked at him, spotting Cassidy sitting at the end of the bed, slowly patting the spot next to him. Kip hesitated for a moment before he managed to get his feet moving again, slowly approaching the bed and the blond sitting on it. He felt nervous, without really being able to put a finger on why. He forcefully pushed the memory of Cassidy pinning him against the couch a week ago out of his mind, knowing this time wouldn’t be like that. This situation was different, he had no reason to try the same trick on him twice.
Kip finally sat on the bed next to him, watching as Cassidy inhaled deeply, leaning his arms against his legs as he leaned forward on his spot, clearly switching gears into a thinking mode. Kip didn’t bother to ask him anything, it was fairly obvious that he was running through scenarios on how the Brit would be showing that he had earned another title shot after just losing to him. Cassidy wasn’t the kind of person to really plan much ahead, he thought more on the spot, or so Kip had at least noticed throughout the torment he had put the blond through in the past months. So it didn’t really look like he had planned for this either, for Kip coming up to him and demanding a title shot, and being put into this position of having to come up with something.
God he would be such a boring champion.
“Can I ask you something?”
Kip scanned the side of his face, staying quiet as Cassidy didn’t look back at him despite asking the question and waiting for an answer. The silence seemed to be enough for him though, as he continued.
“Are you really here only for the title?”
Kip looked at him, feeling an odd lump in his throat that he was sure wasn’t there before. He nodded his head quickly though, before clearing his voice a little.
“Of, of course.”
Cassidy snorted, still not looking at him, but Kip could see the teasing smile playing on his lips.
“You’re lying.”
Kip didn’t reply to him, only watched as Cassidy finally turned back towards him. The odd combination of both softness and intensity in his eyes was almost mesmerizing, Kip hadn’t really paid much attention to it before if he was being honest. Usually when he saw Cassidy without the sunglasses was inside the ring, in a differently heated moment where he had a reputation and a fighting spirit to keep up to, which was so much different than the sleepy, almost domesticated feel to the look he was giving to Kip here.
“You’re really telling me that you are here, at two in the morning, in my hotel room, when you could have done that at any point tomorrow or even tonight, just through a simple text message or a call, begging for a title shot that barely matters… And that’s all?”
Kip slowly and hesitantly nodded, getting an uncharacteristically emotive chuckle back from Cassidy who just shook his head, the smile now very obvious on his lips as he just kept looking back at Kip.
“You’re a terrible fucking liar.”
Kip opened his mouth to reply, but he had no words. He could have just easily lied about it, but something in his head was preventing him from saying any of that. Something in him didn’t make him want to sit there and lie at Cassidy, not directly to his face, but at the same time he couldn’t admit the true nature of things to him.
He could barely admit it to himself that maybe, maybe there was something a little bit more to this and his impatient passion than just regaining the title. Because Cassidy was right, he could have waited, he could have done this at any point, without being so aggressively over the top about it, without not wanting to waste any chance Kip could get to end up in this position.
The position where Cassidy suddenly, yet clearly deliberately leaned closer towards him while Kip was weighting through his potential replies, with ease cupping one of Kip’s cheeks into his hand as the Brit wasn’t even trying to stop him or resist against the touch, pressing their lips against one another.
Kip couldn’t lie to him, because he wanted this. He had hoped for this. Fuck, he had begged in his mind to put back into this position, and there were no known words on this whole goddamn planet that he could say to make it appear otherwise.
Kip slowly responded to the lazy kiss, Cassidy almost immediately pulling away from him, erupting an annoyed groan from Kip. Cassidy just smiled at him, knowing that he got him in the palm of his hand so easily, both figuratively and literally as his thumb ran over the Brit’s cheek.
“I don’t like it when you lie to me, Kip.”
The way Cassidy said his name sent shivers down Kip’s spine. The soft, yet stern voice put him under a spell he couldn’t escape from. Not that he wanted to, but the hold it had of him was like no other, the soft touch against the heating skin of his cheek just adding a layer to it all that made it feel like a dream Kip didn’t want to wake up from.
“I’m… I’m sorry.”
Cassidy tilted his head, almost acting coy before he leaned closer again, trailing a row of soft kisses along Kip’s jawline. He bit his lip to hold back a moan, his breathing tightening as Kip could feel his heart rate increasing against his will at the touch of Cassidy’s lips against the scruff covering his skin while his hands worked to unbutton the rest of the Brit’s shirt with ease. Finally his hot breath tickled against Kip’s ear as Cassidy’s lips reached it, a clear smile in his voice as he whispered, “Good boy.”
Kip flinched a little, pulling away from Cassidy’s touch, taking in a deep breath, much shakier than he expected it to be. Cassidy just looked at him, the smile still playing on his lips, barely visible yet so comforting that Kip couldn’t help but to rush forward, wanting to wipe that look from his face before Cassidy could unlock more embarrassing feelings out of him, pulling the blond into a kiss. Cassidy chuckled at him, giving Kip the moment he needed to deepen the kiss.
The next few moments passed him by in a bizarre haze of passion, Kip feeling the blond moving into his lap with ease, stripping him out of the already unbuttoned shirt, hands moving into his hair to run through it. The few gentle tucks of his hair made Kip moan quietly against the kiss, in the end Cassidy clearly taking the hint as it felt like he was doing it on purpose to work Kip up, letting him barely catch his breath anymore.
As the kiss was finally broken apart, Cassidy stopped to admire his handiwork; the disheveled hair, flustered cheeks, closed eyes, and slightly parted lips as Kip was trying to steady his breathing to stop his head from spinning, looking so euphoric in his state that Cassidy let out a few swears of his own in his mind at the piece of art he had created. He hadn’t stopped before to ask himself if this was the right thing to do, but seeing Kip right there in front of him melting against his touch on more levels than just one, he knew this was what he wanted to begin with. Since last week, in fact. But…
“Hey.”
Kip didn’t open his eyes, still trying to steady himself and his spinning head, but he nodded a little in acknowledgment.
“If… If you want to stop, it’s okay. You’ve earned your shot.”
Kip’s brows furrowed but his eyes remained shut, just listening to Cassidy’s words. The blond wanted to make it very clear he wasn’t going to push the boundaries more unless this was a mutual feeling between both of them. Honestly it had started as Cassidy just trying to see how serious Kip was about all of this title shot talk after what Cassidy himself had done to get his shot the week before, but somewhere down the line since Kip had appeared unannounced and clearly so, so desperate on the doorstep of his hotel room, something had changed.
He didn’t want to see how far Kip was willing to go anymore. Maybe it was because the things he would do were becoming fairly obvious, or maybe Cassidy just wanted this to be more… Mutually enjoyable and beneficial moment instead. Something a bit more than just him trying to tease Kip into backing down.
“Unless you… Want to go on.”
“I… I do.”
Kip was still clearly out of breath, but he nodded his head again, Cassidy feeling the fingertips digging into his hips, only now really taking notice where Kip’s hands had been this entire time. “I do. I really… Really do.”
Sensing nothing but sincerity in his words, Cassidy leaned closer again, stealing a soft peck from Kip’s lips before he pushed himself up on his feet from his lap. Kip’s eyes opened as he felt the body heat of the blond disappear from his immediate vicinity, his cheeks flushing even deeper color of red as he saw Cassidy kneeling down in front of him, hands working on undoing his belt.
Kip almost wanted to ask him to stop, a sudden wave of shame and vulnerability washing over him, but as Cassidy continued to undress him without any objections, the clearly careful and practiced movements of his hands tucking the tight jeans down, Kip just found himself biting his lip to stop himself from letting out a single sound, just enjoying the brushes of Cassidy’s rough hands against his exposed skin, just the mere contact making Kip grow slightly more and more insane each time.
As Cassidy struggled a bit with the final pull of the pants, Kip wiggled his way back on the bed, the movement helping to release his legs from the denim trap. There was something almost perverse about it, how Kip was now laying on the unfamiliar hotel bed only in his underwear, watching as Cassidy crawled back on it, still fully clothed, leaning over him as the blond observed every bit of Kip, inch by inch, as if he wanted to consume all of him.
And honestly, Kip absolutely wanted him to do all of that.
Cassidy’s hand traced up his toned midsection, a line of fingers running between his pecs, raising goosebumps on Kip’s skin.
“Has anyone told you that you’re beautiful?”
Cassidy looked straight at him, Kip having to actually turn away to avert the gaze, feeling the words catching in his throat. He wanted to reply something back to him so badly, but Kip was afraid of stammering, saying the wrong thing, making a fool out of himself. Making all of this stop if he said something that Cassidy didn’t want to hear.
Kip could feel Cassidy’s hand climbing up from his chest, pressing onto his cheek, slowly but firmly turning Kip’s face back towards him. Cassidy smiled down at him, “Because I think you’re beautiful.”
Kip’s cheeks were burning, even more so as the blond leaned in for another kiss. Stealing the wind out of his lungs with ease as Cassidy locked their lips together, Kip tried to keep any coherent thoughts going on. Which was extremely difficult for him, as he could feel Cassidy’s soft lips against his, his tongue in Kip’s mouth, his hands wandering around the side of his face and the other in his hair. Kip felt like a mess under his grasp, melting into a puddle of his own wants and desires, drowning in the shows of affection he had been craving for the entire night.
Cassidy pulled away first, Kip leaning up after him, trying to hold onto the kiss for as long as possible. Cassidy hummed a little at his longing for the affection, clearly content with the response he was receiving, pressing a quick kiss on Kip’s cheek instead.
“You’re so beautiful I think I know exactly what I want to do with you.”
Kip was completely at his mercy, feeling Cassidy’s hands leaving his face and his hair, helping the blond hover over his body instead as Cassidy slowly kissed his way down him. First along his jaw, then his neck, leaving little nibbles on the soft skin, erupting almost embarrassingly soft moans from Kip. Cassidy chuckled at him, stopping for a moment to watch Kip throw one arm over his face, his cheeks so hot out of both desire and embarrassment that he didn’t want to think about Cassidy even looking at him.
“Kip…”
“Ju-just keep going.” His voice was quiet, almost whiny, demanding. And yet he was begging, like the pathetic, needy one he was. Cassidy just looked at him for a moment, before lowering his lips back against his skin, continuing to kiss down his features all the way down over Kip’s chest and his abdomen, only stopping as his hands brushed against the only piece of garment still covering the Brit, in reaction Kip’s hands shooting closer to tangle into Cassidy’s hair, stopping him in place.
The blond glanced up at Kip from under his brows, clearly curious, watching him breath heavily as Kip contemplated his options. Him stopping Cassidy on his tracks was a reflex, one that he didn’t want to act on but had no other choice, already feeling awkward enough in the situation he was put in. But Cassidy just continued to smile at him, that same smile that Kip had seen from him throughout the night; it was confident, soft, full of comfort and understanding.
“It’s okay,” Cassidy almost purred at him, Kip watching as he carefully untangled his hand from his hair. “Trust me.”
Kip suddenly sat up, Cassidy’s brows furrowing a bit at this sudden change, forcing him to sit back up as well. Cassidy’s hand was quick to cup Kip’s face again, the Brit leaning immediately into the comforting touch, letting out a shaky breath.
“You do want to do this, right?”
Kip nodded, rubbing his cheek against the palm of Cassidy’s hand a little. The smile was fast to return to the blond’s lips, as he leaned closer to Kip, pressing a soft kiss on his lips, followed by his free hand gently pushing Kip back down against the bed.
“So let me handle this. I promise you, you’re in good hands.”
Kip wasn’t denying that, he wasn’t denying wanting this either. He really did, and he knew he just needed to get over that first hurdle of not feeling so ridiculously embarrassed to let someone else take over him. Kip could feel Cassidy’s hands running over the cloth, letting out a soft whine in response. As Cassidy chuckled at him softly, Kip’s head whipped to the side, cheeks burning as he couldn’t look back at the blond again.
“Just relax.” Cassidy’s voice flowed through him, Kip shivering a bit, hoping Cassidy didn’t catch onto it. “Lay back, look gorgeous for me and… Keep moaning.” Kip closed his eyes, inhaling sharply as he could feel Cassidy’s fingers almost impatiently tiptoeing over his underwear. “I like it when you do that. Alright?”
Kip nodded his head, letting out a quiet whine in response.
“Good Kip,” Cassidy whispered, Kip feeling the last garment covering him being slowly stripped off of his body.
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