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chuckie-t · 2 years

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I'll take the BCC dare if you like lol. So Yuta x reader prompt "this is the guy?" When he finds out the reader has a crush on Regal that she never told him about??

i enjoyed writing this so much i gave myself so many giggles, i love requests like these

"This is the guy?" // W.YUTA

pairing - wheeler yuta x gn!reader

warnings - slightly suggestive towards the end but nothing to write home about, swearing

"hey babe", your boyfriends voice sounded from in front of you, "you were a wrestling fan when you were younger right?"

You raised a brow. He knew that you were, after all you worked for AEW just like he did and this was hardly a profession someone just fell into. So you knew full well there was an underlying meaning to this question.

"yes... why do you ask?"

"did you ever have a crush on anyone? like a school girl/boy type thing?"

You felt your face warm up and held a cold hand to your cheek. Of course he would ask that. Maybe he noticed? No, he couldn't have. You had a thing for William Regal since you were a teen but it was a silly, brad pitt-esque crush and you knew nothing would come from it - nor did you really want it to. But wow, if the presence of the man didn't still fluster you. It was safe to say everyone had assumed you were star struck and, to an extent, you were.

So when your boyfriend started working with him, you couldn't believe it. It was very much a mix of nerves and excitement but also pride for your partner and all he had accomplished. Sure, Mr Regal was attractive when you were younger but you were in love with Wheeler.

"yes."

"You gonna elaborate on that babe or?"

"nope."

The dark haired man chuckled at you and continued to drink his coffee. You were sat in catering, both of you in workout gear as you had a while till the beginning of dynamite. Since he had joined the BCC, Wheelers confidence had really gone up and it was attractive, to say the least. Underneath it all, he was still your same dorky Wheeler and thats how you fell for him so you wouldn't have him any other way. Still, you could appreciate a man that can handle himself.

Wheeler narrowed his eyes at you comically.

"I'll get it out of you at some point" he teased

"mhmm yeah, you do that babe"

You raised your eyebrows at him and turned back to your food, hoping it would hide any suspicious look you might've been sporting.

Of course, Wheeler hadn't actually been working with him that long and you, despite the fact you were his partner, had never actually met Mr Regal. Lord knows how you would've fallen over yourself if you had.

You could still feel Wheeler's eyes on you, staring a hole in the side of your head. Looking up at him with a raised brow, sandwiched half to your mouth, you gave him a look as if to say 'what?'

He shrugged... helpful.

"You're not dropping this are you?" you groaned, dropping your food back on to your plate for what felt like the umpteenth time tonight.

"not a chance, it has to be someone here right? otherwise you'd tell me"

There was not a chance he was letting this go. Honestly, if it were any other man you would've resigned yourself and given in to your boyfriends questioning but this was far too embarrassing for you to admit to him. Especially if it had even the slightest chance of getting around to the other members of the Blackpool Combat Club. The ribbing you would get from Mox would be painful enough, let alone the sheer mortification of William Regal himself knowing about your childhood crush on him.

Your silence gave Wheeler all the answer he needed, he grinned to himself, laying a hand on your upper arm.

"this? is golden" he smiled, a big cheesy grin that you would've adored in any other situation but right now wanted nothing more than to slap it off of his face.

Pursing your lips, you decided a façade was better than folding by a country mile.

"uh huh, okay pretty boy and do report back to me when you figure that one out"

And with that you returned to your neglected sandwich, letting your partner know that this conversation was over, at least for now.

it had been two days since your conversation and you and your darling boyfriend were currently in the gym, him lifting weights and you panting on an adjacent bench. The room was empty apart from you, only you two were crazy enough to be doing this kinda stuff at the hour you were anyway.

"so" you heard a a voice ring from next to you, "is it jeff?"

Huffing, you turned to stare at him.

"is what jeff?"

"your crush-"

"oh my god you're still on this"

He burst into breathless laughter and set the bar in his hands down, rubbing his palms against the black of his gym shorts. It was unbelievable to you how such a gorgeous man could be such a moron sometimes but oh well, that's Wheeler Yuta for you.

"come onnn y/n, he's athletic and handsome" he spoke through puffs of air, "plus he spent most of his wwe days in fishnets"

You felt a sharp elbow nudge your side playfully at the last part of his sentence and opened your eyes to raise an eyebrow at him once more. Something you found yourself doing a lot at his shenanigans lately.

"you sure you're not the one with the crush here?"

He shrugged, putting his thumb and finger below his chin in as if taking your words into account.

"maybe so, those cargo pants did wonders for his ass"

You let out a snort and chucked your towel at him, damp fabric hitting his face just as he burst into another peal of laughter.

"no, dumbass, it was not Jeff Hardy" you thought for a bit, "okay he's hot but not specifically who we're talking about"

He offered you a hand and you pulled on it until you were standing chest-to-chest with him. Smiling, you leaned in close, even after exercising he had this... Wheeler Yuta smell about him. It was soft like cotton and gentle on the nose with a natural scent from remainder of his cologne. It was nice, safe even. Smiling gently, you leant up to plant a kiss on his mouth, lingering slightly.

"are you ever gonna tell me?" he whispered against your lips, hands encircling your waist.

"hmm let me think on it... nope"

and with that you ran out of the gym room, your companions laughter echoing off the corridor as he followed you into the showers. -

Two days turned into two weeks of never ending quizzes and not quite satisfactory answers. Wheeler had tried everyone he could possibly think of that had worked or was working in AEW that you could've watched when you were younger.

"hmm, Christian?"

"No, he's not bad looking though"

"chris jericho"

You stared blankly at him.

"okay, point taken" he winced, "ooh Sting?"

"Not quite honey, almost though"

A couple pairs of footsteps echoed down the hall towards where you were sitting in catering and you both looked up to see Mox and Bryan, along with a slightly disgruntled looking Eddie Kingston.

Smiling, you nodded towards the other two and looked up at Eddie.

"hey Ed's"

He grinned back at you, patting you on the head slightly before parking himself next to the other two, across the table from you and Wheeler. He was like an older brother to you since you joined AEW in it's early days and you were very close with him and Mox - both having acted like mentors in the couple years you had worked together.

"Oh my god it's not Eddie is it?"

You scowled, turning to your boyfriend just so you could slap his arm gently.

"no you dumbass, of course it's not, how could i have watched him when I was younger?"

He pouted, rubbing his arm.

"okay just a guess, you're so mean" he said, dragging out as many pity points as he could.

Rolling your eyes, yet again, you planted your lips on his cheek, much to the chagrin of your company. Mox grunted a question from across the table.

"is Eddie what?"

Your face warmed.

"it's nothing, isn't that right babe?" you glared at your boyfriend, who already had a cheeky smile on his face.

Fuck.

"y/n here had a crush on a wrestler we work with growing up and i'm trying to figure out who it is"

Groaning, you slammed your head on the table.

You heard the familiar chuckle of Bryan and Mox as well as Eddie's all too noticeable cackle.

"will you guys shut up pretty soon the entire roster will be on my case" you groaned onto the cool metal of the table beneath your face.

This? you were truly never going to here the end of. Yoots? bad in his own right. But Jon and Eddie? that was a whole other shit show. You had been the butt end of enough of their ribs in the past few years to be well aware of that fact. Mr 'American dragon' was mostly unknown territory to you but with how close you seemed to be getting, you could safely assume you were in for the same sort of stuff.

"nah c'mon kid, who'd you have the hots for then?"

Groaning against the table, you stuck your middle finger up in what you hoped was Eddie's general direction, only serving to earn yourself even louder cackles.

"Aww, it's not so bad, I married my wrestling crush" Bryan

Yuta's flustered "hey" from next to you succeeded in making you lift your head, grinning at the man in front of you. At least someone was on your side.

"hm... Matt Hardy?"

"Not you too" you wailed, much to the entertainment of all three guys around you.

"nono they seem more like a Jeff kinda person"

"Nope!" wheeler chimed in, "already asked that"

"what about Punk?"

The table went silent.

"you've got to be shitting me" you whispered.

Reluctantly opening your eyes, you looked at the three of them. They were all in different stages of trying to not burst into laughter at your situation and therefore fed up face. It was clear from the way Eddie and Mox was looking at you that they genuinely thought you were going to say yes to that suggestion.

"what, no!" you exclaimed, once again being surrounded by hyena-like laughter from your lovely company.

"Oh come on now lads" a British accent rang from the doorway.

You froze.

"leave the poor girl/boy/person alone to eat their food you vultures"

There he was, in all his three-piece-suit glory. The man himself, your childhood crush, William Regal. Of course you had met by now but briefly and in only short conversation. This? a completely different ball park, especially with the conversation you were just having.

You swallowed, nodding at the man and then returning swiftly to your position, face down on the table.

"did you uh, hear our conversation?" Wheeler gently posed the question to his mentor.

"No, I choose not to earwig on whatever things you might get up to, Mr Yuta"

"y/n... you good?" asked Bryan from above you.

You looked up at him, eyes wide as if trying to communicate for him to please not tell Yuta or Regal was was evident on your face. He pursed his lips, evidently trying not to laugh, you looked at Jon who was doing something much similar.

Eddie broke first.

A little squeaking noise of his laugh escaping his lips. Just that one noise and all three of them were off, chortling like middle age men in a pub. Once again, you died of embarrassment and head butted the table.

"oh my god" you heard Wheeler's voice ring next to you, in a horrified sound of recognition.

"him?" he asked, incredulously, "this is the guy?"

You peered at him from beneath the cave you had made with your arms, nodding sheepishly.

"This is golden" wheezed Eddie from accross the table.

Mr Regal looked on in confusion, brows furrowed at his usually very well put together team. After a few seconds of staring, he sighed, muttered something about coffee and left the room.

Once he had gone, the mess that was the three roaring men across from you and the one, very shocked boyfriend next to you, finally quieted.

"so... Regal?"

"Eddie" you muttered, "i'm going to kill you now"

Wheeler had just the right speed of reflex to catch you before you launched yourself accross the table at your friend, who was once again cackling like a mad man.

Later that night you were snuggling in bed with Wheeler, head laid on his chest as his steady breathing lulled you to sleep.

"hey y/n?"

you hummed.

"you would never leave me for Regal right?"

Now it was your turn to laugh. Chuckling, you sat up slightly and looked at your boyfriend. The low light of the hotel lamp reflected off of his dark eyes and the soft glow made his tan skin look almost angelic. A beautiful person to behold, and one you couldn't believe was yours in the first place. How lucky you felt.

"absolutely not, I have everything I need right here"

You leant forward, sliding your lips against his in a slightly risqué display of your loyalty. Large hands came to rest at your hips, pulling them closer to his and setting your stomach alight. You smirked against his mouth, opening your eyes to stare into his lustfully.

"besides" you teased, dragging a finger up his chest. "he is married after all"

"oh that's it"

A giggle escaped you as you were flipped onto the bed. A head of dark hair entered your vision as he jokingly buried his face in your neck, planting wet, ticklish kisses there.

Yeah, you had everything you needed.

i enjoyed this so much, i live for BCC & co requests, requests are open by the way!

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daddyhausen · 7 months

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• kinktober day one : innocence kink — blackpool combat club { jon moxley, wheeler yuta, claudio castagnoli } •

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{ masterlists } | { kinktober 2023 }

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{ summary } — they’ve been teasing and tormenting you for months, now upon the discovery that you were a virgin, they make it their mission to claim you

{ warnings } — 18 + { minors do not interact }, cnc, hatefuck, group sex, innocence kink, innocent!reader, virgin!reader, praise, double penetration, oral sex { male receiving }, throat fucking, throatpie, spanking, tit slapping, pussy slapping, degradation, sexual humiliation, filming, blackmail, anal sex, rough sex, penetrative sex, vaginal sex, unprotected sex, multiple orgasms, male + female orgasms, squirting, internal cumshots, vaginal creampie, anal creampie

{ word count } — 2.9k

{ pairing } — fem!reader x jon moxley + wheeler yuta + claudio castagnoli

{ genre } — smut

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their fingers clawing, kneading at your flesh. no matter how hard you tried to swat their hands away

they kept tugging, toying, with your clothing

teasing as they would pry upward small pieces of fabric, exposing little canvases of your bare flesh

ready for them to paint with their desire

jon stood before you, keeping your body firm against the concrete wall of his basement

the room had been converted into some sort of training room

a basic, dreary one at that

a single mat in the centre of the room, maybe about two or so inches thick

definitely not enough to support the weight of a body slammed into it at full force

there was barely any light, only a small lantern dangling above your head from a short chain

his figure flickering in and out of the darkness with a grimey yellow hue.

yuta stood to your left, head buried into the crook of your neck, nipping the top of your shoulder with some force

enough to make you whine when he bit down especially hard

his lanky fingers locked into the belt loops of your jeans, tugging impatiently, with the absence of a belt

revealing the axis of your hip, growling into your skin upon noticing the exposed flesh.

claudio stood to your right, not as close as yuta, but close enough to keep you on edge

his large palm slid under your shirt, groping your breasts, interchanging between the two with just one hand

your whimper only fueled their desire, fueling their lust to corrupt you

jon leaned in, his tongue barely ghosting your lips as he wet his own

his breath had the faintest scent of menthol, evident by the cigarette he’d been smoking a mere half an hour before

“a little birdy told us that you were still a virgin” jon smirked nipping your notting lip quickly despite your resistance

“is that right, doll?”

you could feel yuta grin into your neck, just at the mere thought of being the one to corrupt you first sent pulses of arousal to his cock

he bit down slightly harder than previously, a sharp sting ran through your shoulder

his spit leaking down your skin as you groaned through your next words

“that’s none of your damn business-“ your attempt at being intimidating was weak, pathetic, laced with fear

claudio’s fingers traced over your perky nipples, pinching the left one

a small squeak of pain left your lips, effectively making the three of them grow in their shorts

“a fiery little thing isn’t she?” jon mentioned to the other two, yuta pulled away from your skin to nod in agreement

claudio reciprocated the same nod

“we’ll have fun with this one” jon stuck his hand down the front of your jeans unannounced upon finishing his sentence

despite your protests, attempts to kick them away but their strength proved too much

jon’s fingers, danced against your clit, gathering the wetness in the pads of his fingertips

the three of them smirked, watching the heat rise to your cheeks in an unnatural shade of red

“so the rumours are true, huh?” claudio chimed in, thick accent ringing in your ears, with a deep, sinful bass

“you’ve never been touched, toyed with until you’re begging for release” he added, his words dancing across your earlobe with faint breaths

“i bet she’s never even fucked herself” yuta remarked, his teeth now leaving an imprint in your skin, a bruise soon to follow in splotches of red and purple, you were surprised that he didn’t draw blood

“oh angel, it’s true? my my you really are innocent” yuta’s tongue trailed up against the side of your neck until he reached your earlobe, nipping lightly at the flesh.

jon’s fingers dipped past your folds, feeling how tight your walls clenched around him

“god she’s fucking soaked…” jon announced to his brethren who where quick to anoint their fingers with the scent of you

feeling a combination of all their fingers spreading your folds, dipping into your warmth and teasing your clit

it was all too much for your mind to take in

“fuck, you’re right” claudio was the first to pry his fingers from between your thighs

bringing his large digits to your lips, allowing you to sample your sweetness,

the taste foreign on your tongue

it left you with an incredibly vulgar, almost nauseating pit in your stomach

this was wrong on so many levels, but you could not bring your lips to pry away from his fingers until he moved them,

a subtle pop following after he’d removed them

yuta offered you no such decency

savouring your warmth for himself, not hesitating to lick his fingers clean

shuddering with arousal at your taste

jon was last, quickly prying his fingers from your panties

without any chance for you to react, he smeared your sweetness across your lips before kissing you harshly

he pulled away breathlessly, taking a second to admire your flustered form

“strip her. then bring her to the mat”

jon instructed, stripping himself as he made his way to the centre of the room, haphazardly throwing his clothes to the edge of the mat

you could not help but stare at his length. how hard he was, how his tip leaked with precum and twitched with arousal.

you felt claudio’s fingers pull at the hem of your shirt, attempting to pry it over your head

“don’t fear, little one. we’ll take good care of you”

his words were accentuated with a smug smirk, your body paralyzed, unable to fight them off no matter how hard your mind attempted

yuta tugged your jeans down with haste, far more impatient than jon or claudio had been

the youngest of the three noticing the wet spot in your panties

how your sweetness pooled onto the fabric as he pried them down your legs

“god, i can’t wait-“ yuta grew feverish, his hands groping your now naked frame.

“hold it.” jon demanded “don’t want to scare her off”

jon pondered for a moment, smoothing down his beard

“bring her to me”

claudio and yuta hooked their arms under yours, practically dragging you towards jon.

yuta’s hand fell to your shoulder, pushing you down to your knees before jon while claudio stripped himself

you winced as your knees came in contact with the mat

still feeling the concrete beneath it

“open her mouth” jon continued to bark instructions though a relaxed monotone.

claudio cupped your face, having replaced yuta’s hands as the youngest of the trio rid himself of his clothing.

jon lazily began to stroke his cock, bead of precum leaking from his tip

you made eye-contact with it, unintentionally, quickly peering down at the mat

avoiding his gaze all together, in your peripherals, you could have sworn you saw a smirk cross jon’s lips

claudio’s fingers fell to your jaw, prying your mouth open

noticing, despite your previous attempts at restraint

were now rather accepting of the fact that they were going to use you

and rather eager at the fact.

jon’s tip traced soft lines against your bottom lip, pushing against the flat of your tongue, holding himself there for a moment, getting used the the feeling of your warm, wet mouth before allowing himself to fully succumb to the sensation

yuta had joined you on his knees, his fingers returning to their position between your thighs

tracing delicate shapes into your aching clit, his cock prodding at your hip, swollen and leaking with warmth.

claudio had taken his position behind you

both large palms now fully cupping your breasts

groping and squeezing the supple flesh

his own size, much larger than yuta or even jon, pressed firmly against the small of your back

jon remained stoic, silent. it was as arousing as it was frightening

you could not plan for his next move, unsure of what exactly he had in store for you

anxiety rose in your chest, feeling like a stone being pressed against your lungs

“so fucking wet…” yuta mumbled under his breath. “i’ll have you gushing like a fountain in no time, angel”

you whimpered at the sensation, trying to instinctively close your legs but claudio was quick

grabbing your right thigh, he held them open,

allowing you to feel the full range of yuta’s fingers

jon soon snapped his hips forward, his entire length filling your throat

the sensation made your eyes widen in shock, throat forcefully closed and clenched around his size

making you gag and sputter, gasping for breath around the appendage

but jon would not relent, keeping himself firmly buried in your throat, ordering the others with their next movements

“get underneath her” he ordered yuta. the youngest obliging in quick time

prying his fingers from your warmth, licking them clean as he had done previously,

claudio lifted your hips with ease, allowing yuta to make his way beneath you.

his cock teasing your entrance, tip gliding across you clit, smearing your wetness across your slick folds

if jon’s cock wasn’t stuffed down your throat you might have been able to voice your pleasure

“oh fuck-“ yuta slipped inside of you with ease, holding you down on his cock, already beginning to feel the gentle pulses of your cunt.

“claudio-“ jon spoke up. the swiss man gazed at his brother in arms with an attentive stare

“you know what to do”

claudio only nodded with a sickening smirk

it was only then did jon release himself from your throat to readjust himself, even only for a moment, you were grateful that he allowed you to regain your breath

“relax, little one” claudio’s voice flooded your ears with odd reassurance. “you’re so tense”

claudio’s hands smoothed down your shoulders, down the midline and small of your back

“relax for us. we won’t hurt you”

you couldn’t help but take his words as some form of mockery

“all you gotta do is obey us”

yuta added, having a particularly rough thrust, one that left your mind reeling

“fuck you” you spat, an ironic choice of words given your predictiment

yuta only chuckled, hand reaching up to slap your breast, causing another wince on your part

jon had stepped away for the moment, fishing around in his duffel bag for something unknown

your mouth free to shout all the obscenities and expletives their way.

claudio remained silent behind you, still tenderly smoothing shape into your flesh

although the feeling felt more predatory than it did comforting

jon returned phone in hand, the camera already set to record

he poised it on you, making sure your face was fully in frame

“now dollface…” he began, claudio’s cock now prodding against your ass, slick and wet as he had just lubed it up with his own spit

“you better behave and do everything we tell you to” your blood ran cold at the thought as jon forced you to meet the camera’s gaze, tilting your chin up to look at him through the lens

“don’t want this indie film going mainstream now do we?”

you shook your head no, in response, agreeing with him. lord only knows what would become of your life and career if this were to ever get out.

yuta began to move under you, impatient and eager to get himself off, soft grunts left the youngest’s lips as he filled you to the brim with his length.

jon had re-entered your mouth, this time with a much more intense, brute force than before,

feeling the burn and sting of his cock hitting the back of your throat.

claudio gathered the spit that dropped from the corners of your lips, re-lathering his cock before pushing into your tight, untouched hole

“so tight for me, little one”

he held a tight grip on your hair, pushing your head down onto jon’s cock

you hollowed your cheeks for added effect, peering up from behind his phone to notice jon’s head thrown back in pleasure

his phone fixated on your features, making sure to capture each intimate moment

yuta, from beneath you, groped your breasts, squeezing the pillowy mounds of flesh in his palms

the calloused pads of this thumbs tracing over your hard nipples, still swollen slightly from claudio pinching them beforehand

“ain’t no way she was a virgin before this, this cunt feels too good to be left untouched”

yuta monologued through breathless pants, increasing the force of his thrusts

jon gave a small exhale in response, zooming in on the site of yuta’s cock slamming deep into your cunt.

the three of them adored the way you gripped his size, clenching and squeezing around him before releasing unexpectedly

your thighs shuddered, crying and sputtering around jon’s cock

sweetness coating yuta’s stomach as you came down from your high.

“oh little one, you came so quickly, we’ve barely started with you” claudio mocked, tugging your hair roughly, jon’s cock slipping out of your mouth, allowing you air for the moment

slapping the tip of his cock on the flat of your tongue

jon slapped your cheek, sending your mind reeling with pleasure, a thrum of arousal made your cunt clench around yuta’s size.

the youngest of the three still on a high from the reaction of your orgasm, holding your hips down so you had little room to move.

“we’re not done with you yet, dollface.” jon handed his phone to claudio, who promptly began filming you from behind

“you ain’t leaving until we’re satisfied”

you gulped thickly, feeling the three of them close in on you.

claudio started moving again with a particularly rough thrust

his tongue drawing circles against the carotid artery in your neck, sucking and nipping at the skin

jon entered your mouth once more, making sure to fill your throat fully

pressing his cock down your throat until your nose was nestled in the scraggly mound of pubic hair

adoring the choked gulps and gags that tried to escape from your throat

claudio kept the camera poised on your ass

so intricately filling the way he slipped in and out of your tight hole with ease.

“so good for us little one” he murmured against your skin

poor yuta was on the brink of release, the sheer grip of your cunt about to send him over the edge

“fuck, i’m so fucking close…” he grunted, the veins in his throat becoming present.

“gonna fill this pretty little pussy up. you’d like that wouldn’t you, angel? you wanna be left dripping with my cum?”

“our cum…” jon corrected, hinting at the definite conclusion to this scenario

you could not help but nod in response, frantic gasps and moans left your throat whenever jon would pull back

“look at her, she’s practially begging for it” claudio chimed in

now handing the phone to yuta, ready to film his cum dripping from within you

“oh shit-“ yuta grunted, warm threads of his seed filling you to the brim as he fucked you with full force

capturing the way his cum seeped from your void around his cock

your eyes rolled into the back of your skull, clearly enjoying this foreign feeling

completely unaware of your second orgasm rushing through you.

“good whore…” jon praised you, pushing your shoulders down so that yuta’s cock was nestled deeply in your cunt

you effectively cockwarming the youngest

claudio remained silent as yuta continued to film

the swissman’s length pushing deep into your tight hole, groping and squeezing your breasts as he came, remaining to stay inside you, just like yuta until he fully emptied himself

jon on the other hand, was frantic in his movements, holding fistfuls of your hair as he fucked your throat

“god, i’m gonna make a mess of you, doll” his groans reverberated against the concrete walls of his basement

quickly retrieving his phone from yuta, whose stomach was drenched in your spit and cum

jon continued to film through his orgasm, pumping his seed down your throat as you choked and sputtered around his length

quickly pulling out of you to drench your face in the last few spurts of his cum.

yuta and claudio pulled out of you breathlessly

a sigh of content and relief on your part, body exhausted and overwhelmed from their work

your knees were weak as claudio helped you to stand, a single hand wrapped around your waist while yuta took your wrists

“enjoy yourself, angel?” yuta mentioned after a moment of silence

your throat still raw and red from jon’s abuse, you could only muster a small nod, to which yuta responded with a chaste kiss to your lips

claudio followed suit, his kiss lingering just a second more.

you turned your attention to jon, placing his phone back into his bag

“y-you’re not gonna do anything with that…are you?” you mentioned to the recording, feeling a song of anxiety in your stomach

“oh god no, doll” he reiterated, eyes widening slightly. “that was just to scare ya a bit, trust me it’s for our eyes only”

jon pet your head, almost mockingly. but there was a genuine playfulness behind it

“why don’t we get you cleaned up, little one?” claudio suggested, his chin resting atop your shoulder, you gave another nod as yuta went to retrive your clothes

“hey jon?” you questioned, his eyes popping up to greet yours

“could you send me that video?”

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#{ my fics : 🤍 }#bcc #blackpool combat club #jon moxley x reader #wheeler yuta x reader #claudio castagnoli x reader #jon moxley smut #wheeler yuta smut #claudio castagnoli smut #aew #wrestling imagine #wrestling smut #aew imagine #aew wrestling #aew fanfiction

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bullet-clubs-bitch · 6 months

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I would love a BCC smut headcannon fic! I’ll leave it up to you! Not many people write about all of them. Thank you! 😊

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An: This started out as some form of head cannons and turned out to whatever this is. I honestly don't know what this is.

Blackpool Combat club X Fem reader

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Word count: 835

Summary: When Regal betrayed the BCC they were in search of a new leader and somehow you fit the part. You should have read the fine print

When Regal turned on the BBC months ago I didn’t know what to expect. Sure we all knew it would happen at some point but did that point need to be right now? I had the pleasure of being ringside for the match against Mox and MJF, I saw firsthand the look of betrayal on Jon’s face once he realized what had happened.

The next few weeks were a bit of a daze, originally I was just being used as a distraction, as bait for this feud with Max. I honestly didn’t mind it, I still hated him for what happened during our days in the pinnacle so when Regal came to me with the idea I had to accept. Now that he’s gone the BCC needed a leader. I would assume the torch would be passed to Mox or Danielson but me? What did they see in me? Why did they want me to take over their sacred club?

Those next weeks as the new leader of the BCC went well, almost too well. We would travel and room together since that’s what factions do but I always felt like there was something else. The way the boys would exchange looks between the other hoping I didn’t realize but I always did. The way they would get jealous when other male talent approached me backstage. I almost felt like I was pray and they were predators waiting to find the right moment to attack.

Tonight I had a match on Dynamite against Hikaru Shida, of course the boys needed to be ringside for my match. When I arrived at the arena I could feel everyone’s eyes on me, almost like I did something wrong. Just then Shida came up to me.

“Hey Y/n!” Shida said, approaching me with a big smile

“Hi Shida, you ready for tonight?” I asked

“I’m ready to kick your ass” She said laughing “But I came to give you a bit of a heads up”

Heads up? Why would I need a heads up?

“I think your little club is mad at you?” Shida said to me before a “Good luck”, with that she left

I stood in the middle of the entrance frozen in fear. What did I do? Everyone knows not to piss off the blackpool combat club. Trying to prepare myself for the absolute worst I walked down a few halls until I made it to our private locker room. I knocked on the door, no response, so I knocked again, still nothing. I slowly opened the door and realized it was pitch black in the room, just then I felt someone grab my arm and pull me inside.

I tried to move, make a sound, but I couldn't. Whoever grabbed me had a tight grab on my wrists from behind with one hand, the other covering my mouth. Still I tried to escape but then I felt it and I realized exactly what was going on. I could feel the hard erection pressed against my ass. My body now was able to relax, just for a moment. Then that’s when I realized that it was Mox who held me, at least I thought it was, I was still in the dark.

Just then the mystery man let go of me and the bright lights turned on, revealing the entire blackpool combat club.

“Where were you yesterday?” Mox asked as he slowly approached me, now face to face

I didn’t know how to respond

“I’m asking you a question: doll face, where were you?” Mox asked again, voice louder this time

“Home?” was all I could manage to stay

“That’s just not good enough, you see we don’t appreciate you not joining us yesterday” Danielson said “The BCC we eat, we sleep, we train together. You know this. So why weren't you here yesterday?”

I didn’t know what to say, truthfully I wanted to travel to the show alone today. I was starting to grow a bit uncomfortable at times, I swear Yuta was watching me in the shower the other day.

“What’s the matter? Cat got ya tongue?” Mox said as he grabbed me once again, pressing my ass against the bulge in his jeans. “You feel that Y/n? This is what you do to me, I’m pretty sure you do this to all of us. I’m going to say this once baby so you better listen. You may be the leader of this club but I will tell you what to do. Part of your job Y/n, will be to help me out with this little problem I have here alright?”

Just then, Mox gave the others a nod to which Yuta, Claudio and Bryan left the room leaving me and Mox alone.

What have I gotten myself into?

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heelwriting · 7 months

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Headcanon: Wheeler Yuta + soft

Fandom: Wrestling

Yuta might be a little shit but he is YOUR little shit

Yuta can be a little too much sometimes, his playful side coming out often but then he is also a little old fashioned, a perfect gentleman, and loves taking care of his S/O

He brings you flowers on every date, makes you hand written letters when he is away for too long

He’d go slower in the relationship in general but that doesn’t mean his heart doesn’t go 100 a mile whenever he sees you

Yuta writes about all the special moments in letters, the first time holding hands, first hug, first kiss… he plans on showing you down the line. He would never admit in public that he does all of this for you but he is comfortable being vulnerable with you

He talks about you to his friends all the time, but waits for you to meet them until the relationship becomes more serious

He ignores conversations thinking about you, his friends tease him about how in love he looks

Whenever he feels your voice sound sad or notices something off, he ends up knocking at your door with your favorite snack/food in hand, you hug him tight, and depending on how you feel, you talk about what is bothering you

He loves to hold you in his arms and run his hand through your hair, kiss your forehead, whisper sweet things in your ear, kinship is very important to him, more than words, he’ll put a hand on your shoulder, entangle your fingers together or put a hand on your hip

One time he gets a cold, you take care of him, he had fever and slept most of the day, he hears you talking and in this dream he thinks an angel came down to help him, when Yuta finally realizes it’s you, he is convinced that one day he will marry you

#wheeler yuta #yoots #wheeler yuta x reader #wheeler yuta imagine #wheeler yuta headcanon #wheeler yuta fanfiction #blackpool combat club #bcc #aew imagine #aew fanfiction

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kayfabebabe · 1 year

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SFW Relationship Alphabet - Regal X Male Reader - Letter G

Hallo and welcome to this AU alphabet.

I, initially, was going to post the completed alphabet together, but the answers become too long for my liking so I’m going to be breaking it up into separate posts. This is centred around the relationship between William Regal and his boyfriend (Reader) that I first posted about HERE in an Ask from some wonderful Anonymous person.

This is Letter G for Gentle (How gentle are they? When are they gentle with each other?)

WARNING - None. Just fluff and cuteness. Word count - 650

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For a cold-hearted Villain, William can be a rather kind soul. It was, understandably, difficult for him in the beginning of your relationship to let down the walls around his heart. He fundamentally understood that not every problem could be fixed with a dark scowl and a scathing tongue. Some situations required tenderness. With time and a great deal of patience, being gentle becomes almost second nature for William.

This new-found skill is perfectly demonstrated when you’re preparing to face Tyson Kidd for the first time.

“Flower?”

No response. Your gaze remained fixed upon the computer screen, refusing to acknowledge William’s obvious presence in the doorway. Cast in such a harsh light, it was impossible for the taller man not to notice the dark circles beneath your eyes or the stubble lining your jaw. You were visibly exhausted, but you didn’t stop. You couldn’t. It has been close to a week since your match against Tyson Kidd was announced and, for all of that time, you've been locked away in William’s office. Studying any clips of Tyson in the ring that were available. Nothing could break your focus from it.

Tyson was forged in the Hart Dungeon. He was broken down, again and again, then rebuilt into a phenomenal wrestler. One with more in-ring knowledge and experience than any other competitor that you’ve faced before. The pressure to win had sent you into a panicked tailspin that made you forget to eat regular meals and sleep for more than a couple of hours. Seeing you in such a state worried William.

Despite your own deep-seated doubts, William had true belief in you. It never wavered. Throughout the years, he had the honour of standing across the ring from some of the best in the industry. Legends who shall always be remembered for their wrestling skills. In William’s mind, you could easily find yourself among them when your career came to an end. Was his opinion biassed? Possibly, but anyone could see the immense talent that you possessed.

An argument sat heavily on the tip of your tongue when William crossed the room and switched off the computer monitor. How long had he been there? Every part of you - neck, shoulders, back - aches from sitting in the chair for too long without taking a break. The sandwich that William made for you at lunchtime sat, untouched, where he placed it beside the keyboard.

“The night grows old, Dear, and you need sleep.”

There was no question behind William’s statement. A gentle order laced with love that you couldn’t deny, so you willingly followed your boyfriend from the office to your bedroom and proceeded to get changed into sleep clothes. With every second that passed, it became harder and harder to keep your eyes open. Perhaps William was right about you needing to sleep.

As you crawled beneath the covers, however, your thoughts began to spiral about the upcoming match. The quiet welcomed the doubts. What if you didn’t win? One loss doesn’t mean that your entire wrestling career was doomed, but… It felt as if that was the case. Familiar fingertips brushing over your side silenced the worries in your mind and, for the first time in too long, you could breathe. You pressed yourself closer to William’s side, head resting comfortably on his shoulder and arm draped across his stomach.

“You shine far brighter than you realise, Sunshine.”

Your eyes fluttered close as William pressed a kiss to the top of your head with his fingers lightly tracing shapes over your ribs. The words wrap themselves around you like a thick blanket on a winter’s night, warm and comforting. You wanted to bury yourself in the feeling and avoid the panic that was sure to hit you in the morning. For now, in the safety of William’s gentle embrace, your stubbornness surrendered and you relaxed into your boyfriend.

#AU Alphabet #William Regal X Male Reader #Writing #Fanfiction #SFW AU Alphabet #No angst #Just fluff #Fanfic #Regal X Reader #They're boyfriends!#Damn it Regal #Male Reader #Writing Prompt #I'm back on my writing bullshit #Enjoy?#William Regal #BCC #Blackpool Combat Club

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hellishmox · 10 months

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lizmindpalace · 2 years

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Blood and Crime

Summary: A new and unusual murderer will make Sherlock change in ways he would have never expected.

Warnings: In this work there will be eventual explicit content, graphic depictions of violence, there may be a lot of triggers such as anxiety, depression, paranoid, mental illness, murder, suicidal tendencies, horror, very toxic relationships, manipulation, sexual innuendoes, gore, lots of blood, nightmares, fantasy and vampires.

You can find it also on AO3.

Chapter 7- Crime

Newspapers could be found piled up in the centre of the living room at Baker Street on the little table when a recent and interesting crime was slowly encroaching the attention of everyone in London, a serious crime, either because it was ticklish and involved ravening murderers or because it had to be solved having a race against time. It was almost unfathomable the way facts could be twisted among the lines of the sensationalism of the London press and in order to approach as much as possible to the real story, the notes of every newspaper had to be read, hence the coincidences in all of them could be found.

However, in this specific case, there was little to be told, most of journalists agreed that the atrocity of the crime had been vast, and at the same time invisible, they could not decide, allegedly the case was so eerie, they were all perplexed and their tiny detective skills were useless now, they could not find a rational explanation to the thread that had led to that situation. John, on the other hand, trusted Sherlock would be able to make the pieces fall into places and solve that puzzle, no matter how much tangled it was.

"So?"

John knew Sherlock's eyes shone every time he had a clue, even if his face remained emotionless, and that triumph expression was now drawn in his pupils, defeating his cold and apathetic look.

"I haven't figured it out yet" he muttered. "I will, soon".

Sherlock had given in his habit of smoking and nicotine patches turned out being an effective displacement to fight anxiety, product of the uncertainty that the lack of knowledge brings with it, as if it was a thunder that surprises an individual lost in the middle of the darkness, yet over the last days, Sherlock had increased the amount of patches from three to seven but his anxiety or desire for an adictive substance, that was not cocaine or morphine, would not recede.

He had adopted his usual but always weird position that indicated he was wandering through his mind palace and John noticed he was having trouble focusing, so he decided to give him some time alone, after all, he had things to do and the feeling of a crime such as this one was dismal... or enthralling, it depended on the individual, or rather if his last name was Watson or Holmes.

It was a mental clinic in the north of London, in the area where the patients under serious conditions were treated, whose mental health was completely damaged. That wing in the hospital served as shelter for people that suffered from schizophrenia and were no longer able to discern real life from their hallucinations, real people from their persecutors; dissociative identity disorder and some with several and more complicated illnesses such as zoophagous people and even there was a case of cannibalism that was under control, according to the expert of the hospital.

In words of the nurses, one of the patients, who had not been so long there and whose diagnose had recently improved, had to be putted down once more using tranquilisers over the last week, due to a sudden and unexpected aggressive period as well as uneasiness, both making a mortal combination, almost impossible to control. At night, a tranquiliser would be injected after dinner, hence he could sleep, the patient would show some resistance because he argued there was some kind of presence waiting for him to fall asleep though. It was planned some brain radiographs would be taken to find out if it was schizophrenia the new inhabitant of his brain, the one that produced the deliriums.

That evening he had persisted with his ideas; he said the shadow he would always see under the moonlight that came through the little hole, that was supposed to be a window, had told him it would be his last night. The nurses tried to make him stay calm, tried to shut his fears and provided him the medicine, as they would do now every night. The next morning once they unlocked the door, they found out lying on the floor a distorted face: puffy closed eyes, broken nose, twisted lips, disfigured cheekbones as though he had received a thrashing, the spine was also broken, and he had suffered from an acute anaemia, there was not a single drop of blood in his body. The view left everyone flabbergasted, no one was able to find an explanation to such a violent death for a man, and the way the facts had occurred was also an enigma that could not be solved.

Lestrade was also surprised, and he also lacked a proper explanation of the facts, he was limited by his abilities in the criminology science, so he had called Sherlock at first time in the morning, hoping that his knowledge and abilities would be of use, and he could actually explain what had happened in that case with such a turbulent and dark environment, he knew it was Sherlock's speacialty and at any second, he would be begging for him to come to the crime scene.

A couple of hours later, the detective moved around the room with cold but light hues as if it was a place he knew well. There was no trace of intruders, no one who was an outsider had been there, except for the detective himself, of course, who carefully walked from one spot to another and was now examining the corpse, there was no trace of murder, yet those injuries had to be produced by someone else, the victim could not have done that to himself, and in addition, no one had heard anything, not a single noise coming from either the room or another part of the hospital. It had been a quiet night for the patients, allegedly, everyone had deeply slept, regardless the fact the screams of the victim must have uttered, due to that massacre, should have been heard all around the place, and someone should have gone to give a look, to help.

"Any theory?" Lestrade was shocked, and that picture had left a knot in his stomach that would not disappear before some time, at least some days.

"Two" Sherlock snickered, he didn't think he had to force himself to hide his fun, he hadn't had such a good mood since a long time ago, and this case was both interesting and dreadful, features he loved when it came to a case. Sometimes detective inspector Lestrade could not stand Sherlock Holmes' behaviour, and his blood would freeze.

"Which are?" he asked in an attempt to rush things; hence he could send Sherlock home and stop seeing that damn sociopathic smile.

"Either he was killed under the effects of a strong drug or poison, or someone in this place murdered him and had some allies. We'll wait for the forensic examination results".

The detective went back to Baker Street under the moonlight, the coldness was slapping his curls and immaculate face, but he didn't feel cold.

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temptaetions · 2 months

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spellbound secrets ✩ stray kids (m.list)

welcome to the spellbound institute of magic! have a look around, but don't peer too much — you could end up in a sticky web of secrets, lies, and love.

general content warnings: fluff, smut, angst, possible darker/heavy themes. warnings for individual fics vary, please read them accordingly before proceeding.

˖⁺‧₊ angel eyes - bang chan ₊‧⁺˖

✩ sorceress: @temptaetions

✩ pairing: bcc x reader

✩ specialty: healing | memory inducement

✩ genre: teacher x student | strangers/idiots to lovers

✩ synopsis: you’ll think you’re in paradise, and one day you’ll find out he wears a disguise, don’t look too deep…

✩ read here!

˖⁺‧₊ one's elixir - lee minho ₊‧⁺˖

✩ sorceress: @felixitate

✩ pairing: lmh x reader

✩ specialty: alchemy | potions

✩ genre: acquaintances to lovers | academic mentor

✩ synopsis: you’re a walking disaster. not just in minho’s eyes but for anyone in the academy so when he was asked to supervise you, he had to agree to ensure everyone’s safety. but is it worth the risk to involve himself in something that even you can't control?

✩ read here!

˖⁺‧₊ sweet escape - seo changbin ₊‧⁺˖

✩ sorceress: @temptaetions

✩ pairing: scb x reader

✩ specialty: interdimentionalism (pocket dimension creation) | empathic transference

✩ genre: friends to lovers | secret admirer

✩ synopsis: forever, perfectly together…and tell me, boy, now wouldn’t that be sweet?

✩ read here!

˖⁺‧₊ fleeting mirage - hwang hyunjin ₊‧⁺˖

✩ sorceress: @felixitate

✩ pairing: hhj x reader

✩ specialty: illusionism | phantasmagoria

✩ genre: rivals to lovers | childhood sweethearts?

✩ synopsis: as both the top students in your program, getting along should always have been maintained between you. however, something always sparks any feud, hindering your cooperation by whatever means necessary. would you be able to put it aside when your positions start to get threatened?

✩ read here!

˖⁺‧₊ cherry bomb - han jisung ₊‧⁺˖

✩ sorceress: @temptaetions

✩ pairing: hjs x reader

✩ specialty: fusionism | sentimental awakening

✩ genre: coworkers to lovers | mutual pining

✩ synopsis: lips on my lips, hearts beating as one…but you slip out of my fingertips, every time you run.

✩ read here!

˖⁺‧₊ in bloom - felix lee ₊‧⁺˖

✩ sorceress: @felixitate

✩ pairing: lyb x reader

✩ specialty: floramancy | herbalism

✩ genre: classmates to lovers | forbidden love

✩ synopsis: watching him from afar while he tends to those flowers never fails to make your heart flutter. but for the sake of your secret, you’ve kept your distance. until when can you avoid him before he notices the signs of your waning abilities that only he can maybe help with?

✩ read here!

˖⁺‧₊ silver springs - kim seungmin ₊‧⁺˖

✩ sorceress: @temptaetions

✩ pairing: ksm x reader

✩ specialty: catoptromancy | empathic transference

✩ genre: exes to lovers | semi-first loves au

✩ synopsis: i know i could've loved you, but you would not let me, i'll follow you down 'til the sound of my voice will haunt you.

✩ read here!

˖⁺‧₊ shifting feelings - yang jeongin ₊‧⁺˖

✩ sorceress: @felixitate

✩ pairing: yji x reader

✩ specialty: polymorphy | divination

✩ genre: enemies to lovers | soulmates

✩ synopsis: he’s an enigma. with enchanting eyes that became everyone’s whispers each time he passed by but you’re not shaken. who’s to say you can’t unravel the truth when he slowly reveals this part of himself that he’s been persistently guarding the more you pry?

✩ read here!

host notes: hey! thank you for reading our collab, we planned this so quickly it makes my head spin. just for reference, all specialties in italics are secondary to their primary specialty, or an extension of it. everyone is a wizard. if you’d like to know more about each story then please head to our respective mail boxes! feel free to comment or send an ask our way to be added to a taglist. please have your age and/or year of birth in your description, otherwise you will not be added to the taglist. we hope you enjoy!

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smartycvnt · 4 months

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Game Night hc with Blackpool Combat Club?

Game Night is 100% Claudio's idea so that everybody can bond in less intense ways.

That falls apart when Uno and Monopoly are introduced.

After that, the board games have to be triple checked

You help introduce some tabletop games to the group

Mox ends up being great at most of the games despite seemingly not understanding anything.

The last game night of the month if Cards Against Humanity night

Claudio and Mox like to try and make sure that Bryan doesn't win games because they think it's funny when he gets pissy

Wheeler usually lets you win games, and every time he does, the guys tease him about having a crush on you.

#aew x reader #headcanons #aew headcanons #blackpool combat club x reader #bcc x reader #jon moxley x reader #claudio castagnoli x reader #bryan danielson x reader #wheeler yuta x reader #hcs #platonic headcanons

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thesupreme316 · 2 years

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AYE LOOK OVER HERE

Here is an alignment chart about BCC and associates (and almost associates) saying the word ✨fuck✨

**the original chart was not made by me; I just added the pictures

*results may not be accurate, but in my mind they are*

#aew #all elite wrestling #bcc #bcc x reader #blackpool combat club #Claudio Castagnoli #bryan danielson #jon moxley #wheeler yuta #william regal #santana and ortiz #ruby soho #blackpool combat club x reader #Eddie Kingston #eddie kingston meme

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chuckie-t · 2 years

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i dare u guys to send me a bcc request, ship or x reader

I dare you, totally not bc I want that or anything

#bcc x reader #william regal imagine #i am drunk #wheeler yuta imagine #jon moxley imagine #bryan danielson imagine #whos name i have apparently been spelling wrong #whoops #bcc imagine #aew imagine

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bullet-clubs-bitch · 17 days

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Single Mother

Blackpool Combat Club X Fem Reader

The Blackpool combat club’s reaction to you becoming a single mom

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I woke up in the morning feeling like absolute garbage. This whole week I had just been feeling off. I thought it might be stress with everything going on lately but I knew what stress felt like. I was sick, not sick as in I have a cold, just sick. Tony hadn’t been booking me TV due to my sickness and I was grateful for that. However, being a part of the Blackpool Combat Club meant I would still have to be at every show and be ringside for the boy’s matches. Currently, I sat on the large couch in our private locker room eating crackers since it was the only thing I could hold down. I had never felt so sick in my entire life, this was unlike me. I never was sick, I was always ready for a fight. I needed to be. I know this frightened the BCC, they didn’t know what to do. Alone with my thoughts, Bryan entered the room with a concerned look in his eyes.

“How are you feeling?” he asked nervously. “Like shit” I responded. I could see the gears turning in his head, I wondered what he was thinking. “What are your symptoms again?” “Nausea, dizziness, some morning sickness. I just feel horrible. Why do you ask?” Bryan knew my symptoms, he and Mox were dealing with my sick ass all week. “I’m just thinking. Do you think that you could be pregnant?” Bryan oddly calm. “Why would you think I’m pregnant?” I asked him confused. “I’m just trying to think why you have been so sick recently. I also have two kids, ya know. I think I know pregnancy symptoms when I see them” This whole conversation between Bryan and I made me uncomfortable, yet he had a point. The more I thought about it, maybe I was pregnant. I didn’t even realize that I missed my period.

It felt like the longest five minutes of my life as I awaited the results from the piece of plastic I held in my hand. This couldn't be happening right now, no way I could be pregnant. I paced around the small washroom as I awaited the results. The entire BCC stood on the other side of the door, guarding it like their lives depended on it. “What does it say?” yelled Mox through the door. “Nothing yet” I responded. After a few more moments of panicking the five minutes were up. I was too scared to look at the results. I wasn’t ready to be a mother, let alone a single mother! How would I explain this to everyone?

I looked at the test and felt my stomach drop. Two lines, I was pregnant. I didn’t know what to do, I didn’t know what to say. “Is everything okay in there?” Bryan asked carefully. I said nothing as I opened the door. They could tell by the tears that I was pregnant. I was greeted by a big group hug as I sobbed. We were the most badass faction in this company, what would people say about this? “It’s okay, It’s okay Y/n,” They told me as they ushered me back into our locker room. “No, it’s not okay. How the fuck am I supposed to raise a child!” I confessed

“We will all help you” Bryan assured me “You don’t have to make a decision right now but whatever you do we will be there for every second” Claudio explained “We are family. You have nothing to worry about Y/n” I didn’t know what would happen, this was a lot to take in but I was grateful I had these guys who would be there for me for every second of it.

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