#claudio castagnoli x jon moxley
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I'm cheating at the enemies to lovers prompts: i want mox bridging the gap between Eddie and Bryan (or Claudio) where both Eddie and Bryan are pissed but Moxy just wants his boys all together: of course you do
meme i lost || @philosophyofhedonism
this is the closest thing to a madmox break up i will ever write. feel like this is set up a bit to make eddie the bad guy but i wanna be clear that’s def not what im trying to imply. this would be after many conversations, & shit. like this is the result of eddie continuing to hurt mox by being a bitch about bryan & claudio even though he pretty much knows he’s doing it. but eddie’s insecure & needed it pointed out. this ones got a little lost in the sauce & im not happy with the ending. here ya go lmao. this leads to the bridge being built.
#. Of course you do. [Mox/Eddie, Mox/Bryan/Claudio]
warnings: angst, so much angst, kind of a breakup fic, cursing, two people struggling lol
"I gotta problem with them! You know that!" Eddie growled, loud and over infused with anger. As always with this fight.
"Of course you do!" Mox was ready to rip his hair out, his hand anxiously running through his hair. "Of fucking course you do!"
"You know damn well anyone else wouldn'--"
"Shut the fuck up, Eddie!" Mox snapped. Finally fucking snapped. "Of fucking course you gotta problem with Bryan. He's a dick. He judges people. So do fuckin' you. You're a huge asshole, you judge everyone you see. And what happened with you and Claudio is so fuckin' old I don't even know if I was an adult when y'all had your falling out! He's changed. He's grown the fuck up and he regrets leaving you like that, man, but he can't fucking do shit about it because you're a fucking asshole. Of course you have a problem. Of course you do. You're made of god damn problems, Eddie! I love you. I love you more than I love anything else, Eddie, I swear to god. I swear on my mother, Eddie. But this bullshit...I can't keep doing it."
Eddie watched Mox pop off. Normally he would interject, stop Mox when he called him a dick or something. But there was a look on Mox's face that said if Eddie interrupted then it could be a heavier straw than either thought. Instead Eddie watched Mox frantically get the words out, like he couldn't breathe with them still in his chest. Like this was a long time coming and Eddie should have known, should have seen that he was suffocating Mox.
"You said--" Mox threw his hands up. "You said, Eddie. You agreed to this. When we got back together you were cool with me dating other people, having more relationships. But the second I'm with someone you have a distaste for I'm left-- I'm left--" Mox shakes his head, trying to get himself on track. "I love Bryan, man. I love the way he wrestles, the way he cooks dinner like he's building a fucking bomb, the way he holds me from behind and sticks his head under my arm. He fucking figured out some soap that doesn't give me dry skin. He listens to me when I can't put things into words. Eddie, I love him like I love you and that's why you fucking hate him." Mox finally stopped moving and was looking at Eddie with hard eyes. It wasn't normal for them to call each other on the deep bullshit. They had their walls and guards up for reasons. Mox understood that but he couldn't keep it up anymore. His walls came down and he had to break some of Eddie's too. "And you know how easy it is to fall for Claudio, huh? Don’t ya? So you're mad that I'm gonna love him too."
"Mox, look, I'm sorry I--" Eddie started to step forward but Mox stepped back quicker.
"Nah, man. You're scared, and you're being a bitch about it. You could just tell me, talk to me! You're insecure and you think I'm gonna leave you because Bryan and Claudio are something you're not." Mox growled. "I can't do it. If you don't want me dating them then we have to have to a serious fucking conversation about our boundaries, and I fucking hate you for making me have to talk like some fucking asshole. Boundaries." Mox scoffed at himself. "We've always been straight up with each other, man. That's what I expect from you. You just hide behind your fucking quips, and make snide remarks about a dude I love. That ain't fair to me, Eddie. You lied when you told me you were cool with this."
"...You're right." Eddie nodded, his eyes on his boots as he stood with the weight of it on his shoulders. He fucked up. "You're fuckin' right."
"Hey." Mox was suddenly very close, his hand on Eddie's shoulder then sliding to rest on the back of Eddie's neck. "Need you to look at me, Bear." Mox whispered, his private nickname for Eddie never sounded so sad.
"Don't call me that right now, Moxie." Eddie looked up, meeting eyes with his partner to the harsh reality he knew was coming his way. "Not right now. Fuck."
"You know I love you right, Bear? I need to know that you know." Mox had water obscuring his blue eyes, threatening to become tears. "I love you."
"You love me, Jon. Of course you do." Eddie nodded. Their foreheads met and Eddie just knew the next words out of Mox's mouth would destroy his entire world and he would just have to accept it.
"I need a break from this, Bear." Mox finally said it and Eddie felt like he'd shatter. No one had that power over him but Mox. "I need a break from you."
"Of course you do..." Eddie nodded, and slowly started to untangle himself from Mox.
Mox tried to hold on but Eddie pushed until they parted. It stung more knowing Mox didn't want to let go. They both learned a long time ago about take care of themselves first, setting boundaries and walking away from the people that fucked them up the most. Eddie could still remember watching Mox chase after Rollins, the unhealthy obsession that Mox couldn't stop. Rollins was when Mox learned to step away, to pull himself back and make himself off limits to another person. Eddie had learned the same lesson from Claudio, but under different circumstances.
It all hit home when Mox's phone went off and Eddie could see the text from Bryan asking if Mox was okay. Why did Eddie hate Bryan so much? Why did he still hate Claudio? That was something he had to figure out because Mox couldn't take being the center of a war that wasn't even about him. Eddie couldn't be an island anymore. It wasn't fair to Mox, and slowly as he gathered his bags he realized it wasn't fair to himself either. This had him twisted up, torturing himself like this wasn't it.
"We ain't breaking up." Mox's voice didn't sound as steady as he wanted it to sound. "I'd sooner lose everything else then lose you again, Bear."
"I know, sweetheart. We ain't breaking up." Eddie wanted to reassure Mox. "I'm not that easy to get rid of." Eddie winked and pretended he didn't feel a tear slip out.
"Of course you're not." Mox laughed harshly, shaking his head a little as Eddie was heading towards the door. There was something on Mox’s face, a fleeting look on his face that made Eddie smile a little.
“What?” Eddie stopped to watch Mox come a little closer.
“Want a kiss before you go, Bear.” Mox admitted as they stepped a little closer to each other.
“Of course you do.” Eddie laughed a little as they got close enough.
They shared a soft kiss before Eddie had to peel himself away again. This time he got himself out before he could look at Mox again. It wasn’t their end, it couldn’t be, but Eddie was sore. He was hurt for the first time in a way that didn’t let him scorch the earth, even if it was his fault or not. Not only was this his own making but he had every tool to fix it. No drinking it away, no sleeping with whoever to get over Mox, no bullshit. Eddie had to figure his own shit out.
#we dont proof#i dont even know what i wrote tbh#jon moxley#Eddie Kingston#jon moxley x eddie kingston#jon moxley x bryan danielson#claudio castagnoli x jon moxley#wrestling fanfiction#fanfiction#fanfic#angst
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claudiocsro: Arena Mexico. La Catedral. There’s no other place like it. Happy to have shared this special moment with my friends
#claudio castagnoli#jon moxley#cmll#aew x cmll#wrestlingedit#aewedit#aew#*#ours: edits#maker: r#social media#faction: blackpool combat club
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• kinktober day one : innocence kink — blackpool combat club { jon moxley, wheeler yuta, claudio castagnoli } •
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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
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{ 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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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
Main Masterlist
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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𝚂𝚝𝚘𝚌𝚔𝚘𝚕𝚖 - 𝙲𝚑𝚊𝚙𝚝𝚎𝚛 𝟸
Warnings: +18, adult content, semi-erotic content, harsh language, dub-con, mild psychological torture, yandere vibes, slow burn.
Tags: @theworldofotps , @writtingrose , @aerynscrichton, @daddyhausen , @melissahausen , @unoficialy-married-to-ace-austin , @sophiewolfheart-blog , @sultryfandoms , @new-zealand-chic, @crowleysqueenofhell , @thealliasylum , @legit9thlunaticwarrior , @adamjf , @josiewrites , @seeingstarks , @irish-newzealand-idian-dutch, @whenimakeitshine1234, @moxkindagirl , @sunshinevirus , @im-just-a-mississippi-girl , @ripleyswhore
Chapter 1
“But first” Claudio squeezed the flesh of her hip, making sure to apply enough pressure to make her feel his trimmed nails sinking into her skin.
It was a silent warning, she could feel the harshness of every word underneath his deadly grip. She would have to be careful with this one, he wasn’t completely under her spell as Mox was. And even though Yuta was dangerous, he was a minor one compared to the bald man.
She could see it in his eyes, as Claudio slowly released her flesh, that he wouldn’t think twice before hurting her.
And if she’d like to have any sort of advantage over these men, she would have to get at least two of them on her side.
“Let’s have our snack before it gets cold” Claudio grinned, his dark eyes sparkled with knowledge and a fake warmness that was meant to give her a false sense of security.
She knew that look all too well, being familiar with it ever since she was a child, she could sense it from a mile away. This one was smarter than Yuta and Mox together.
This one was going to be responsible for putting her acting skills to the test.
Claudio had brought them two grilled cheese sandwiches, a cup of coffee for himself, a cup of orange juice for her, and a small bowl of chopped fruits. Strawberries, kiwis, red and green grapes were the ones she could spot on the top of the porcelain bowl.
She slightly frowned, these were not only all of her favorite fruits but it was also intriguing to her how they had managed to find kiwi in her town.
The fruit is typically grown in temperate climates with mild winters and warm summers, and that was the exact opposite climate of her town.
All of the times she craved to eat the exquisite fruit, she had to drive at least 3 hours to the closest state with a temperate climate so she could find the sweet yet tangy-tasting fruit at the grocery store.
This was odd, to say the least. It was either an indication that they were distant from her town or that the men who kidnapped her came from somewhere far from where she lived.
“Do you like kiwis?” Claudio asks, suddenly curious about her apparent fixation over the fruit.
“Yes,” She nodded, momentarily licking her lips in order to try to fake a nervousness. “It’s one of my favorites…I haven’t eaten it in a long time”
“Well, ain’t today your lucky day?” The smile on Claudio’s lips was spine-chilling, like an owl’s hoot on a winter night. A bad omen for what was yet to come.
Her eyes found the deer’s head on the wall once again, it whispered softly to her, humming a familiar tune over and over like a broken record.
She felt it before she could see it, the sweetness followed by the tanginess and slightly acidic taste of the fruit against her lips, her eyes darted down to Claudio’s fingers, which held the piece of fruit against her bottom lip.
The once-friendly flavor now tasted hostile, aggressive, malicious, and venomous. The man before her had poisoned it with his touch, and nausea began to rise up her throat.
Staring at the Swiss man who was now face to face with her, she watched as his tongue darted out to collect the juices of the green fruit spread across her lips. She felt it, the warm and rough texture of the muscle tasting her skin. And before she could rationalize what had happened, the man whispered “Lay down”.
Her eyes fixated on his as he spoke:
“I’m going to ask you some questions, and for each correct answer I’ll reward you with some of your favorite fruits” Claudio smiled widely “Let’s begin”.
The winter wind blew against her wet skin, prickling and burning her delicate flesh. Uncontrolled shivers run through her entire body, a sharp pain constricts her lungs and pressure begins to install itself in her chest, making her already shallow breath become weaker with each drag of breath in.
Her eyes tingled with the unshed tears and her throat burned with the desire to scream through the howling wind.
“I can see your tears from here, dytyna. You’re not fooling anyone” Mykola laughs, pulling a long drag of his cigarette as she screamed at the top of her lungs “FUCK YOU!”.
The temper tantrum only served to make her father’s right-hand laugh louder, his combat boots sank into the snow as he squatted down, “Are you feeling better now? Good, now control your emotions from now on. You’re a smart kid, but you let your mind take over and that’s a terrible mistake. The last thing you want is to be your own enemy, got it?”.
She nodded weakly before Mykola snarled “I asked if you got it”
“Dobre, ya zrozumiv.” She answers, shaking violently as another harsh gust of wind hits her wet skin.
The Ukrainian man tossed the cigarette bud on the snow before helping her stand up from the floor, “Let’s get inside, we’re done for today”. Placing a thick blanket around her body, Mykola opened the back door of the warehouse and pushed her inside with him. A fluffy navy blue towel covered her head as he carefully dried her hair, “Can we go near the fire?” She asked with trembling limbs.
“No” Mykola softly pushed her down to sit on the old armchair, “You’re hypothermic, if we do that you’ll die. We need to warm up your body slowly, we’ll stay here for now, and as time goes by we’ll move closer to the fire”.
Mykola “Myko” Kolavenko was her father’s right-hand and her bodyguard ever since she was a child, he was the closest she’d ever get to a fatherly figure, and most of the time even being referred to as so by her. When she was 4 years old, Myko wanted to introduce her to martial arts as a way of discipline and self-defense, but her father completely forbade “Men are supposed to defend and fight, not women! I don’t want her to become a tomboy, Myko. She will fit the role God created her for, which is a woman who will be a wife, a mother, a nurturing figure” Was her father’s first and last statement about the subject.
After finding her in the kitchen crying over her father’s response, Myko sat beside her on the table, dried her tears, and whispered “Your father didn’t let us train your body, but he didn’t say we can’t train your mind”.
“What do you mean?” She looked up at him, hope written all over her innocent eyes.
“Means you’ll be able to beat me at poker” Myko winked, which made her giggle.
The memory made her smile and from the armchair, her eyes now settled on his wrinkled face. “Do you think I’m able to beat you at poker now?” She joked, teeth chattering as Myko placed another heavy blanket around her body.
The man chuckled, pulling an old chair in front of her so they could seat face to face, “Absolutely fucking not. At least not yet, you still have a long way to go before I even allow you near a poker table”.
“Why?” She frowned
“Because I don’t want to lose money” Myko winks with a smirk. He grabs a whisky glass and fills it to the brim with the amber liquid.
“Do you think I’ll ever be able to do it, Myko? To control my mind, I mean. Sometimes I feel like I’m stuck like it’s all for nothing. I don’t think I’m having any progress at all, and it’s fucking frustrating”.
Myko took a big gulp of the whisky and let the all too familiar burning feeling settle in his throat. “Training the body is easier than training the mind. After a few years of training you kill the receptive nerves of pain in your body and well, you become basically painless. Meaning it doesn’t distract you anymore, someone can punch you in the face and it won’t shock you or disorient you. Now the mind is way more problematic because it’s in constant change, as you grow older your mind and perception change and you have to adapt to a completely different reality. Compare yourself from 6 months ago to now, you’ve changed so much in here” Myko tapped her left temple, “And it will happen again 6 months from now, so you have to be able to adapt to everything, dytyna, because you never know what’s going to happen. The reason why I put you outside on a winter night in Kyiv and wetted your skin is to start to accustom your mind to be in uncomfortable and under pressure sceneries because that’s when your whole system becomes alert. Emotions appear all at once, your mind races due to stress, pain, and despair, and you either shut down or do something really stupid that will have catastrophic consequences so you have to learn how to act during times like this.
“You will register your feelings, your thoughts of despair and agony, but they won’t be what drive and guide you anymore because you’ll control them not the other way around. That’s the most valuable lesson you have yet to learn, divchynka. Control your mind before it controls you because if that happens, you’re doomed. Completely fucked”.
Myko grabbed another glass of whisky and filled it with the equivalent of two shot glasses, he handed the glass to her and she frowned in confusion. “It’ll be our secret” He winked as she took the cup in her hand.
“Here’s to not being completely fucked” Myko clicked their glasses together before smiling fondly “Happy 16th birthday”.
“Thank you” She smiled back, a hint of sadness hid behind her soft smile, “And thank you for not letting me spend today alone…it means a lot”.
“You can always count on me, dytyna. Even when I’m not there”.
And as the warm tears rolled down her cheeks, she felt Myko’s arms pulling her closer to a tight embrace.
Would Myko be proud of her? Not only of the adult woman she became but mostly of her approach to what was currently happening? Would he be proud of her Machiavelli-like persuasion, of her theatrical skills, and what about her ability to be cohesive? If he could see her now would he applaud her choices or curse her through her less appealing tactics?
“Everyone can lie, dytyna. But a valley is what separates a liar from a good liar. And a bridge is what separates a good liar from a magnificent liar. And that’s who you’re aiming to be: a magnificent liar. To a point where no one, not even me, can tell apart a truth from a lie”.
And that she had successfully achieved, if there was one thing she had learned from Myko from a very young age was to be a terrific liar.
That is her advantage over the Swiss man before her, he can have the wits and the strength, but she has the biggest advantage of all time: she knows how to lie.
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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.
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Scheduling Conflicts
Blackpool Combat Club x Reader (and I do mean the entire Blackpool Combat Club)
Summary: Having an entire faction for a boyfriend could be great, but sometimes scheduling was an issue.
Content warnings: shameless smut, group sex, unprotected sex, double penetration, male receiving oral, terribly translated Italian, dirty talk / degredation, light ddlg and D/s
Word count: 4755
It was 8 AM but Jon couldn't keep his hands off of you. You were at the gym, the earliest birds who had gotten up while it was still dark had just left and the second round of morning trainers were yet to arrive. It was just the two of you and every time you got up to move to a different machine, Mox was there to grab your hips and crash your bodies together. The more he worked up a sweat lifting weights or jumping rope, the more intensity you could feel in the kisses he planted along the nape of your neck and the way he breathed you in.
"Jon, someone is going to come in here and see you," you whispered, putting your hands over his. But you didn't pull away.
"Alright I'll stop. But only if you promise I can have you tonight, sweet thing."
You nodded, and right before you could turn around to kiss him, Dustin Rhodes walked in and Jon let go of you to find his next machine.
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At lunchtime, you left your hotel room to venture out into the world to find something to eat. Right as you opened the door to step out into the hall, you heard a door a few feet away open. When you turned, you saw Wheeler exiting his room. You made eye contact and he beamed at you, immediately letting his door fall shut and jogging towards you.
"Lunch?" You asked him with a smile.
"I was going to eat, yeah, but suddenly I have a much better idea." He started playing with your hair, looking you up and down with a different type of hunger in his eyes.
"Yoots, as nice as that sounds, I'm starving."
"Okay, pencil me in for later then."
You leaned forward and kissed him softly on his chin, then his lips. "Deal."
The two of you held hands and walked to the elevators together to go get lunch.
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You, Bryan, and Claudio always liked to be early on nights there was a show. You would spend time in the locker room and backstage, socializing and planning. You liked to watch Dark matches together, always looking for ways towards self-improvement and generous with advice for those who wanted it after their matches. Claudio was always specific in his notes, and he could find something in every match that could be improved.
As you stood behind the curtain, watching the ring, he would stand behind you, leaning down periodically to whisper something in your ear, either asking if you noticed a detail about the match that he liked or suggesting you might try something similar to what the wrestlers were doing. Even when you had a totally clear head and were utterly focused on work, you couldn't help but get shivers up and down your spine each time his lips would brush against your ear.
Bryan was standing next to you tonight and he noticed out of the corner of his eye when you started to blush while Claudio was whispering to you.
The Bunny had been ringside for the last Dark match and as she came backstage, you told the boys you had something you wanted to talk to her about. You kissed them both on the cheek and jogged to catch up with Allie. Claudio and Bryan watched you walk away and as soon as you were out of earshot, they started scheming about that night.
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Your match on Dynamite was fairly quick but you still came backstage full of adrenaline, breathing hard. There was no blood, but your eight minutes had been intensely physical. William Regal had sat on commentary and he followed you backstage through the heel tunnel when you exited.
Between the tunnel and gorilla, there was a little dark spot where no one could see you. William grabbed you by your wrist and held you there. You were still panting, and you couldn't see him in the shadow, but you felt the creamy soft fabric of his three-piece suit press against your bare stomach. He hooked a finger under your chin, pulling you up into a short but ferocious kiss. His other hand grabbed you by the ponytail and yanked lightly as the kiss ended.
"You were spectacular tonight," he whispered against your lips. You started to grin. "I want to give you a reward back at the hotel, okay sunshine?"
"Okay," you breathed, unable to think straight while he still had a fistful of your hair.
Regal released you. "Good," was all he said as he casually walked into the public of the backstage area with the rest of your coworkers.
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That night, you wondered who would come knocking first. You took a long hot shower as soon as you got back, and as you were standing in front of the mirror wearing just a towel, inspecting your bruises, a knock came at the door.
You answered to find Wheeler standing in the hall, holding two tallboys and smiling at you. You stepped out of the way without a word, granting him entrance to your little hotel room. He put the beers down on the first flat surface he could find and then turned to you. Before the door to your room had completely swung shut, he was pulling your towel off, wrapping his hands around your waist, pulling you into a passionate kiss.
You moaned softly into his mouth. Yuta was an eager lover and a great kisser. His energy always made you feel wanted and loved. You knew how intense and violent he could be in the ring, but in bed he was attentive, curious, always looking for new ways to pleasure you. Nothing brought him more satisfaction than drawing new sounds out of you or making you cum.
As you were deepening the kiss, another knock came at the door. Yuta pulled away and frowned. You stroked his cheek to comfort him, picked up your towel, and grabbed the door.
It was William. He also came bearing gifts, though you could not see what was in the small black bag that he was carrying. He looked over your shoulder and saw Yuta standing in the entryway to the room. He smiled devilishly at you. "You already have your hands full, dear," he said with a chuckle. "Maybe I should come back another time."
You put your hand out over his to stop him from walking away. Whenever you touched his hands, you loved how big and rough they were. You wanted them on your body. He raised an eyebrow at you and without a word he let you guide him into the room.
The three of you all walked separately into the room proper and stood looking at the bed, the men both doing the mental math of changing their plans from a one-on-one session with you to a group game. It wouldn't be the first time that the boys had shared you, but it usually took some adjustment to figure out where everyone would be comfortable.
Just as you were opening your mouth to speak, you heard your hotel door open again. You furrowed your brow. Your room was a single, you weren't sharing with anyone. You leaned over to look around the corner back at the doorway and saw Bryan and Claudio stepping inside. Bryan was holding a key card and grinning at the sight of Wheeler and Regal.
"Well, well, well," Claudio started to laugh a huge belly laugh. "How does the saying go? Three is a crowd, four is a party?"
There was an armchair in the corner of the room, facing the bottom of the bed. Regal took his little black bag and put it on the floor next to the chair and sat down, legs spread. He patted a knee and you walked over to him, as if in a trance, and sat down in his lap. He put one of his large hands on the back of your head, pulling you into a deep kiss. You whimpered softly and you could hear a low growl come from Claudio at the sound.
The other three men all started to step out of their shoes and socks and get comfortable, readying themselves for whatever happened next. But Regal only pulled you in closer. Your towel was still wrapped around you, but it was getting loose. He kept one hand at the base of your skull so you couldn't pull away, not that you would have wanted to. As the kiss continued, your body naturally fell more into the line of his body. You turned your hips and opened your legs until you were straddling him. He let go of you for a second to reposition his hands, using one to open your towel the rest of the way and the other to steady your hips, which rolled against him happily.
"That's a good girl," he cooed. The hand that had opened your towel now pressed against your sternum. He could feel your heart pounding as you looked down at him from your perched position. "Now, what would you like to do first?"
You knew that the correct answer was always to take care of William first. In the Blackpool pecking order, he was a Lord in and out of the ring. "I want to taste you," you whispered. You could feel your cheeks flush scarlet as you said the words.
"What was that, petal?" Regal roughly held your face in one hand, forcing you to make eye contact with him.
"I want to taste you, sir."
Regal relaxed both of his arms, letting go of you and letting them rest on the armrests of the chair. He smiled at you, satisfied, and nodded. You slid down between his legs until your knees rested on the carpet. The towel fell to the floor behind you and you couldn't help but shiver. Your hair was still wet from the shower and the air conditioner was blasting. William let you undo his belt and open his gray pants. Feeling generous, he even lifted his hips slightly to aid you in pulling his pants down enough to grant you access to his cock.
He was wearing tight briefs, bright red with a white waistband. You ran a hand over him through the red fabric and let your mouth follow behind, exhaling to warm him with your breath. He watched you closely, his intensity enough to make you forget how crowded the room was. You pulled down his waistband and freed his erection, wrapping one hand around it firmly and placing your lips around his tip.
William let his head fall back and he moaned his approval as you went to work, moving your hand in time with your head bobbing up and down to take as much of him as you could in your mouth. As he grew at your touch, you started to gag but you didn't slow down. Not until another knock came at the door and you froze. Regal's head snapped up and he immediately put both hands on either side of your head and encouraged you to keep moving. "Don't stop now, sweetheart. Young Wheeler will answer the door."
You continued to suck off your head coach and you could hear Wheeler behind you, opening the door. You knew it would be Jon, but your suspicions were confirmed when you heard him laughing. "Great minds think alike," he said as he clapped a hand on Bryan's shoulder.
Regal could feel you getting distracted and he held your head down as he pushed himself into the back of your throat, holding you tight in place as you gagged around his girth. He leaned down so he was whispering against your head. "Are you ready to begin now, darling?" You moaned around him, spit building up around the base of his cock as you continued to choke on it. He let go of you and you came up for air, gasping as the spit fell down on your chin and dripped onto your chest.
You stayed on your knees and looked up at William. He was already using his own hand to jerk himself off with your spit as lube. "Give me my bag," he told you softly. You handed it to him and he patted you on the head. "Good girl." From within the bag he pulled some warming lube and a shiny silver butt plug. "This was the trophy I brought you. Do you like it?" You nodded eagerly, licking your lips. "Since you've been so good tonight, I will let you pick who gets to put it inside you."
He handed you the butt plug and the lube and you used his knees to steady you as you stood up and turned around. Wheeler was standing back by the door after letting Moxley in. Bryan was sitting up against the headboard, fully dressed and ankles crossed. Claudio was sitting on the edge of the bed, wearing just his joggers, his shirt thrown on the floor with his shoes and socks. Mox was standing next to him.
You stood bedside and held out your offering to Bryan, who smirked as he took them from you. He swung his legs over the side of the bed and stood next to you. "Good choice," he complimented you. He was only an inch taller than you, and though he was sometimes loathe to admit it, he liked the way the rest of the group towered over you both, but he was grateful to still have some height on you.
He instructed you to get on the bed, and you crawled on on all fours, facing your ass out to him, sticking it up in the air as offering. He smiled and caressed you softly before spanking you. The sound was crisp and clear, it filled the whole room. So did the moan it elicited from you. You heard him open the tube of lube and put some on his hand. He was gentle with you at first, letting the substance warm up to your body temperature as he rubbed it on before he started to finger you in preparation for the toy.
Claudio leaned back on the bed and fell into your line of vision. He reached out and held your hand as he kissed you. "You look so beautiful like this, baby," he told you. You loved to hear him praise you in that gorgeous accent of his. He kissed you again and you continued to moan at Bryan's movements. Just as your eyes fluttered shut, you felt empty, then the pressure of the tip of the butt plug pressed against your entrance.
"Ready?" Bryan asked you as he rubbed his clean hand over the cheek he had spanked previously. Claudio stopped kissing you long enough to let you give your consent and then you squeezed your eyes shut again as you felt him push the plug inside you. You had taken bigger, but it still never ceased to surprise you how good it felt to let these men fill you up in any way they saw fit.
Mox walked around the bed to join Bryan behind you. You heard him unzip his jeans. He pulled you back by your hips and your feet fell to the floor so you were bent over onto the mattress. Jon ran his hard cock up along your slit and coated himself in your juices. "I think she likes it," he said smugly. "She's so wet."
Claudio was sat next to you now, rubbing your back as Jon continued to tease you. Bryan slipped off his shoes and stepped out of his sweatpants before he crawled onto the bed, sitting up against the headboard on the opposite side as before, positioning himself so that your head was in his lap. "Please," you whimpered.
"Who are you talking to, little girl?" Regal barked at you from across the room. "Use your words."
"I want Mox inside me," you said as Claudio pushed your hair back out of your face.
"Well don't tease the poor girl, Jonathan. Give her what she wants."
Without another moment of hesitation, Mox pushed inside of you. The combined sensation of being filled by the plug and letting his cock enter your pussy was enough to blind you for a moment. Claudio chuckled as he leaned down to kiss your shoulder. Mox was always fast and rough. He knew how much you liked to be used like you were his doll, and he got off on it and got off on getting you off. He continued to fuck you as Bryan pulled down his underwear and revealed his erection to you. Your face was so close to it he could feel your breath. You were still being rocked back and forth by Mox's thrusts, so Bryan helped guide your lips onto him and he held your head as he thrust up into your mouth.
You could feel Mox speeding up as he dug his nails into your hips and held you down into the mattress. "Fuck her throat, Bry, I want to hear her gag like a little whore," Mox growled. He was slamming into you even harder now and you clenched around him. He knew his words turned you on, and Bryan was happy to oblige. He fucked your mouth until you were both sloppy with your saliva.
Mox pushed down on the small of your back as he continued to pound into you. He was close, you could tell just by his movements. He came inside of you and collapsed onto your back, breathing hard. Claudio watched you as you continued to pleasure Bryan. "Such a good girl," he breathed, as if he was in awe of your talents.
Mox pulled out of you and started to walk away. You saw him walk to the bathroom out of the corner of your eye and you heard as he turned on the faucet. Bryan eased up his movements, sensing it was time to switch positions. Claudio stood behind you and slowly eased the butt plug out of your ass. You sighed at the sensation of it being pulled out of you, but before you could feel empty, Claudio was lifting you up off the bed. He flipped you over and laid you down with your head on the pillows. As he stood over you, he stroked your cheek with one large hand and smiled.
"I'd like nothing more than to fuck that pretty little ass of yours," he told you. "But I want you to tell me what you want next, princess."
"I want you both inside me," you said, grabbing Claudio and Bryan's hands at the same time. "I want you to use me. I want to be your fuck doll."
Claudio visibly shivered at your words. He stripped down to nothing and jumped over you to flop on the bed beside you. You started to move to get on top of him, but he turned to his side and grabbed you with both arms, pulling you effortlessly until you were sitting in his lap, your back pressed against his strong chest. Bryan positioned himself in front of you, between Claudio's legs. Claudio lifted you up and you got in cannonball position, hugging your legs up to your chest to give both men access to your holes. You leaned back, resting your head next to Claudio's. He held your weight up for you and lined himself up with your ass. The plug had prepared you so he slid easily inside. You could feel the vibration of his groan in his chest and hear it as he pressed his mouth against your ear. "Amore mio," he started to gush in Italian. "Sei molto bella, amore mio, sei andata molto bene."
You turned your head and caught his lips with yours. Though you hated to stop him from gushing, you needed to kiss him more. As you rested with Claudio inside you, you closed your eyes and continued to kiss him and you felt Bryan press himself against your pussy. You felt Claudio react as Bryan slid inside. Taking both cocks made everything simultaneously tighter and more slick.
Claudio held you by your hips and Bryan loosened your grip on your legs to let you drape them over his shoulders as he crouched in front of you. Supported by both men, they started to move you slowly, letting you get acclimated to the new position. You hissed slowly as you felt them move inside you and Bryan chuckled under his breath. "Such a good girl," he remarked, almost more to Claudio than to you.
They both started to move more deliberately, finding a shared rhythm as they used both of your holes and brought you closer and closer to your own climax. You could barely think straight, you were so overtaken by physical sensation. As your eyes started to flutter shut you felt Bryan's hand clasp lightly around your throat. He knew how good you felt. You forced your eyes open to look at him and he smiled at you. "Cum for us," he ordered you. You felt one of Claudio's hands slide forward to rub your clit and you gasped. Both men laughed as they continued to fuck you and you let your orgasm take over your whole body.
The feeling of your pussy tightening around him was too much for Bryan, who pulled out to cum on your stomach. Claudio thrust up into you a few more times before releasing his load inside your ass.
You collapsed next to Claudio, your entire body still shuddering and shaking from one of the most intense orgasms you have ever felt. Claudio wrapped his arms around you and spooned you tenderly as he kissed your shoulder. "Brava la donna," he whispered.
As you came back to reality, you looked around the room. Mox was fully dressed, boots still on, standing in the corner. Bryan was putting his clothes back on, watching as Claudio still laid naked with you in bed. Regal was smiling at you from his arm chair, still touching himself. Wheeler was standing to the side, behind Moxley. He still had his clothes on and his eyes were burning with such fire. Though he had been patient and let everyone take their turns with you, you knew he needed you as badly as you needed him.
"Are you ready for more, sunshine?" Regal asked you from his throne.
You bit your lip and nodded. Claudio slid out of the bed and you propped yourself up on your elbows, preparing for what was next. Your pussy was still throbbing with pleasure and you watched as the three men who had already finished made room for Wheeler to step forward. You smiled at him. The two of you were the closest in age of anyone in your group, so you had always felt a special bond with Wheeler. Even still covered in the cum of three other men, when he made his way towards you, you knew that you belonged to him. He could feel it too. He loved to watch you giving and getting so much pleasure from your teammates, but just as it was in wrestling, he watched so that he could learn and he was always excited to try new techniques.
"You look so goddamn beautiful," Wheeler told you, his voice raspy with desire. He said it as if you were the only two people in this room, in the entire hotel, or on the entire city block. Nothing else mattered to him but you.
"Come here, baby," you whispered to him. He took his clothes off and you could see he was fully erect. You patted the bed next to you, inviting him to lay down on his back. Once he was comfortable, you slunk over to lay between his legs and started to kiss the insides of his thighs. You saw the goosebumps raise on his skin and smiled at the effect you had on him. You wrapped one hand around his base, but instead of taking his length in your mouth, you started with his balls, sucking lightly and relishing all of the sounds that Yuta made. When you saw his back arc off the mattress, you moved your focus to his tip, swirling your tongue around him a few times before you wrapped your lips around it and started to suck.
"Fuck," Wheeler exclaimed involuntarily, his hands flying to tangle themselves in your hair. You smiled to yourself and took his whole length in your mouth, gagging slightly as he hit the back of your throat. Instead of pulling away though, you pushed harder, making yourself gag more as you held him there. You heard him start to breath harder and felt his fingers clench around his fistfuls of your hair and you knew you were doing your job well. When you continued your movements, you were surprised to feel Wheeler stopping you. "You're too good at that baby, but I don't want to cum in your mouth."
You understood immediately and you moved to straddle his hips. You didn't put him inside you immediately though. First, you let his cock slide along your slit, mingling your spit with your juices. You were still wet from cumming, but getting to taste Wheeler had gotten you all worked up and ready for round three. He held your hips and held you tighter as you rocked against him. You needed to put both hands on his chest to steady yourself because your legs didn't have enough strength yet to lift your weight enough to line Wheeler's cock up with your entrance. Yuta rubbed your thighs when he noticed they were shaking, then he reached his hand between you to help guide himself inside.
You relaxed down onto him, letting him fill you to the hilt. He didn't move right away. He wanted to live in this moment. He wrapped his arms around your waist and pulled you down so you were laying on him with your arms on either side of his head. He started to kiss your neck as he rocked his hips against yours, gently at first, but with a growing need and intensity. Your clit was pressed perfectly against the front of his pubic bone and you knew it wouldn't be long until your second orgasm overtook you. He sensed it too, he could always read you like a book, so he held your hips tighter against his and continued to rock your bodies together as he sucked harder on your neck, trying to leave his mark on you as a souvenir.
You tried to moan his name, but your voice failed you, the pleasure mounting inside of you was too much. All that came out was a whimper. When Wheeler felt you start to cum on his cock, he pushed back against you lightly, encouraging you to sit up just enough to give him room to start thrusting up into you. It didn't take long for him to finish. Between the physical pleasure of feeling himself inside you and the warmth of pride in his gut he always felt when he made you cum, it was all too much.
As your body started to melt into Yuta's you felt him stroking your back lovingly. But there was still one more thing left to do, and none of the men would let you forget it. Yuta hugged you tightly and flipped you both over and to the side, sliding you on the bed slightly until he had positioned you on your back with your head falling off the mattress. You took in your new perspective and saw Regal standing over you. Without hesitating, you opened your mouth wide and stared up at him. Even upside down, you could see he was beaming at you. Wheeler remained laying between your legs as Regal jerked himself off into your mouth.
You hummed in delight as he finished on your tongue and you swallowed his load.
As Regal pulled his suit pants back up and started to fasten his belt, the only other sound in the room was your labored breathing. You laughed as Wheeler helped you sit back up on the bed and get comfortable. Then you addressed the whole room. "Guys, that was great, but we really need to figure out some kind of shared calendar or something."
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HEY YOU, YEAH YOU
Say, you loved the danny chart and regal flirting pics?? Right?
Well, here is an alignment chart of the blackpool combat club and associates as babysitters
*results are not accurate, but in my mind they are*
tbh i don’t think mox would be mediocre but i feel like he would have the igaf attitude with yuta
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Road Trip- Blackpool Combat Club
I fucking had to use this gif lol but this includes Bryan and Regal as well
This was Regal’s idea
He said that the factions synchronicity needed improvement
You were somewhat against it, knowing your personal space would be nonexistent for the drive
Mox had to be threatened with an ass-kicking to agree
And so did Bryan
Claudio and Yuta were the only two besides Regal to willingly agree to this adventure
You ended up taking your SUV (you were not exactly happy to be putting more miles on it)
The only person you trusted to drive your SUV was Claudio so he took it upon himself to let you relax this drive
The others didn’t take any offense to it, they knew you and Claudio were the only two who didn’t have any points on your licenses
Regal took shotgun, of course, he decided he would be the navigator
You sat right behind Regal so whenever you stopped you were able to easily escape the car
Bryan was right in the middle, he wanted to add his ten cents to the conversations up front
Yuta was sitting right behind Claudio; Mox had banished himself to the way back, still mad he had to be there
The ride at first was a comfortable silence, you were leaning on the window listening to music trying to fall asleep
But in a car with five guys you should've known sleep would be an impossible endeavor
Every time you would almost end up asleep you would suddenly be startled awake by someone poking you
After the first 5 minutes you ignored it but when it reached almost 15 minutes of poking when you were one the precipice of sleep you finally caught Mox and smacked him.
Hard.
That was the first time you had to pull over and be scolded by Regal, like a disappointed dad would his children
Eventually Mox fell asleep so you could finally get some proper rest
Before you knew it you were at the rest stop and you legs were thanking you for finally getting to stretch for a bit
When you all got back in the car it went back to being chaos, quiet never lasted long with the Blackpool Combat Club
Mox was all too content to give you and Yuta shit the whole ride whether it was poking you both when you tried to sleep, or pulling your hair, or in Yuta’s case receiving a wet Willy
When you two fought back you accidentally caught Bryan in the crossfire who then joined in on the fighting
Which in turn made Regal yell at you all, like a dad
Claudio was definitely the most patient of the pair up front but you knew he was annoyed
When you finally made it to your destination, you all were never more grateful to be out of the car and be able to get away from each other
Let's just say that there would be no more Blackpool Combat Club road trips
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what a villainous thing to do
just a little drabble bc yuta being a little sneaky cheat last night made me think things and this is what resulted.
bcc polycule but with focus on past yuta/regal.
Wheeler’s awake, scrolling Twitter because he’s too amped up from the match and their win to sleep when his phone rings. The name that flashes on the screen is one he hasn’t seen in months. He answers it before he can really think about what he’s doing.
“What do you want?”
“That was a very villainous thing to do, my love, I’m really quite proud of you.” Regal says.
“You watched?”
“Of course, I always do. I haven’t missed a single match, sunshine.”
“Don’t call me that.” Wheeler means for it to come out threatening and angry but it doesn’t, it sounds more like a plea. He’s never been good at standing up to Regal. Mox always told him too, whenever Regal was in a mood and picked on them all in training, the best thing to do was stand up to him and not let him get to you. Mox tried to drill it into his head every time he would find Wheeler upset about something that Regal had said to him, but Wheeler could never, ever do it. There was just something about him that made Wheeler feel powerless.
“I miss you, little one.”
“Don’t — just stop. Please.”
Regal makes a sound, somewhere between a sigh and a growl. “Wheeler. Has it not been long enough that we can’t put the past behind us? Talk about this like adults?”
Wheeler knows the scowl on his face makes him look less like an adult and more like a petulant child. Claudio and Mox are asleep beside him, Mox’s mouth is hanging open as he snores loudly while Claudio bear hugs him from behind.
“Why aren’t you calling them? It’s Mox you hurt.”
“They won’t answer my calls.”
“Bryan will.”
“Mhm. But Bryan isn’t with you, is he?”
Wheeler would scream if it wouldn’t wake up Mox and Claudio.
“What do you want, Regal? It’s nearly four in the morning.”
“Yet you’re awake too, darling.” Regal says. Wheeler can imagine that smug smile on his face and he hates how it makes his insides squirm. When Wheeler doesn’t respond, he continues.
“I want to see you, Wheeler. I miss you.”
“Do you miss Mox? And Claudio?”
“Of course, but I miss you—“
“No. I know what you’re doing. You know I’m a soft touch for you so you’re using me to get to the others because they won’t answer your calls.” Wheeler quietly hisses down the phone, finally standing up for himself against the old man, even just a little bit.
“If you miss them, us, then you start with Mox who you hurt the most. Don’t use me.”
“I’m not using you, darling, but the others—“
Wheeler uses all his emotional strength to end the call, shutting his phone off and putting it on the nightstand. He settles down and lays his head on Mox’s fuzzy chest. Mox’s arms settle around him, and he feels him start to stir.
“You alright? Were you on the phone?” He murmurs into Wheeler’s hair line.
Wheeler presses a kiss to Mox’s jaw and strokes his chest. “Yeah but it was nothing, don’t worry about it.”
Mox is already falling back asleep when he says, “Who was it?”
“No one important.” Wheeler lies.
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*set after the blood and guts match*
Mox:*realizes he lost his earring*
Mox:"My earring is gone!"
Mox:*starts crying*
Mox:"I'm crying! I lost my diamond earring!!!"
Claudio:"Why are you crying?"
Mox:"I'm crying cause I lost my diamond earring during the blood and guts match and now it's gone..."
Claudio:*wonders why he loves his dramatic ass*
Claudio:"Mox...Wheeler is literally dying"
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#jon moxley#claudio castagnoli#bryan danielson#matt sydal#blackpool combat club#cmll#aew x cmll#wrestlingedit#aewedit#aew#*#ours: gifs#maker: r#faction: blackpool combat club#event: homenaje a dos leyendas
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Yours To Tame--Ch. 3
Chapter 3: Rampage
Bryan hadn’t hesitated to catch Morgan. The moment she pushed off the turnbuckle. He knew that she wasn’t going to make it. She’d under-rotated and he couldn’t just let her slam face-first into the canvas. He stepped into place and caught her over his shoulder, his arms tight around her as momentum carried them backward. Bryan tucked his chin against the curve of her neck as he took the brunt of the bump high on his shoulders.
The moment they landed, Bryan loosened his hold so that she could roll away. She let out a huffed breath and flopped over to his side. He turned his head to make sure she was okay.
As she moved to sit up, he saw what looked like faint bruises on the line of her throat and beneath her jaw.
“Thanks,” Morgan said with a grateful smile as she pulled herself up to her feet. “I told you I’m not good at top rope stuff.”
Bryan laughed as he rolled back onto his shoulders, kipping up with little effort. “And I told you, it’s all about confidence. And remembering how to rotate all the way around.” She rolled her eyes, and Bryan grunted. “Do it again.”
She looked up at him with surprise in her dark eyes. “What?”
He put his hand on the middle of her back and pushed her toward the corner. “Do it again. And get it right this time.” Morgan stumbled a few steps, turning back to him with her grey eyes wide. She opened her mouth to speak, but he snapped his fingers angrily. “Stop stalling and just do it.”
“Yes, sir!” she spat at him sarcastically. His breath caught in his throat as she turned and pressed herself back into the corner. Bryan watched as she stretched her arms out, draping them on the ropes in an eerily familiar posture. She looked at the opposite corner, and he could see the focus as it settled over her features.
Morgan took two smooth steps before picking up speed on step three. She vaulted up to the second rope on step six, using the rope as balance as she stepped up, put her foot square in the middle of the top turnbuckle, and pushed off. Bryan didn’t wait for her to even try to rotate before he stepped into place to catch her.
She let out a loud huff and flailed over his shoulder. “Fuck,” she swore as she fought her way out of his hold.
Bryan turned, dropped her onto her feet, and pushed her roughly back toward the corner. “Again.”
Morgan flipped him off and started off toward the opposite corner, running almost at full speed from the first step. She stepped up to the second rope and reached out for the top one to balance. Bryan stood against the ropes, arms folded over his chest, and watched as her foot slipped out from beneath her. She slammed into the top turnbuckle chest-first, whimpering as the wind got knocked out of her.
“God damn it!” Her voice echoed through the near empty arena, underpinned by the thump of the ring as she stomped back across. She threw herself in the corner, scowling.
Bryan stood to the side and watched as she tried again, slipping and falling against the top turnbuckle once more. Morgan turned to stalk back across the ring, but he stepped into her way. “Stop it. You’re never going to get it if you keep doing it like that.”
She tried to get around him, but he blocked her at every turn. “Again!” she snapped. “Again!”
With a faint growl in his chest, Bryan reached out and settled his hands on either side of her face. His thumbs pressed into the curve of her chin to force her to look up at him. His hold was steady, his eyes sweeping over her face. Up close he thought he saw the faint bruises along the underside of her jaw. He would have sworn they looked like fingerprints.
“Stop,” he ordered firmly. “Stop thinking so hard.”
Morgan tried to pull away, but Bryan kept his grip on her. Tight enough to hold her still but not enough to hurt. He guided her to look him in the eye. Absently, his thumbs stroked gently along the bruises. For half a moment, she tried to fight him. Then she settled into his hold as if she had given in.
“Get out of your head, Knox. Stop thinking,” Bryan hissed softly. “Just do it. The more you think, the more you get caught up. Now, try it again. And don’t think about it.”
Bryan gave her jaw a gentle squeeze before turning her back toward the corner. “Let it come. One heartbeat. Then another and another until you’ve done it.”
He kept his eyes on her as she took a deep breath, walked into the corner and pivoted to put her back against the turnbuckles. She glanced at him with clear grey eyes. He hesitated for a fraction of a second before nodding. The moment she lifted her foot for the first step, Bryan knew she would land the move without question.
Five steps. A sixth onto the second rope. The seventh against the turnbuckle. A push off and arch into a rotation. Smooth landing on the balls of her feet, knees bent. She let out a whoop of excitement and turned to him with a wildness in her eyes. Without thinking, she raced toward him and threw her arms around him.
“I did it!”
Bryan surprised himself by laughing. “You did. Now don’t do it against an opponent—no matter who—until you’ve practiced it a hundred times. When you can do it without fear or failure a hundred times in a row, then you’re ready to use it in a match.”
“Thank you,” she said with a smile.
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Bryan sat at a table near the edge of the catering area backstage with a plate in front of him. Jon Moxley sat next to him, a plate of his own piled high with whatever it was they were serving from the chafing dishes along the table.
“Regal was looking for you earlier,” Moxley said around a mouthful of food. “Where were you?”
“In the ring.”
Moxley glanced up to see Bryan watching the far side of the room with a ferocity in his face. When he followed the line of his friend’s gaze, he saw Sammy Guevara. At his side was Morgan Knox, his arm around her. She looked straight ahead as they walked, and Moxley was more than a little perturbed by the way that Guevara had his hand settled on the back of her neck although he couldn’t explain why.
After a moment, Moxley turned back to Bryan and sighed. “Seriously?”
“Don’t start,” Bryan replied firmly.
Moxley tried not to laugh. “I’m not starting anything, Danielson.” He reached out and slapped Bryan on the shoulder. “But… just… is Knox the reason you were in the ring?”
“I thought you weren’t going to start?” Bryan had barely looked away from where Guevara and Knox had gone through the line and taken a table halfway across the room.
“So it was!” Moxley replied with a muffled laugh. He leaned back against the wall and crossed his arms over his chest. “You see what I see, don’t you?”
Bryan scowled, his brows drawing together. He kept his eyes on the two of them as Guevara dug into a plate piled high with food. Morgan picked at a salad in front of her. For some reason, it pissed Bryan off in a way that he couldn’t really understand. He watched Morgan reach her fork out for a bite of the pie on Guevara’s plate only to have her fork yanked from her hand and sat on the far side of the table.
“What the fuck?” Bryan snarled. For a moment, he thought he was going to get up and punch Guevara straight in the face.
Morgan sat with her hands in her lap, head down as she looked at her plate. Her lips moved, but she never looked up. Something deep in Bryan’s stomach felt sour. Like he was going to be sick.
“I don’t like that asshole,” Bryan said out of nowhere. He stared across the room as if he could force Morgan Knox to look up at him through sheer will alone. “He’s a fucking little prick.”
Moxley let out a huff. “Congratulations. It took you two weeks to figure out what the rest of us knew within five minutes of meeting him.”
“Can you stop acting like there’s nothing wrong here,” he snapped back.
“What the fuck is your problem?” Moxley said with a returning snarl. “Yeah, Sammy’s a punk. Nobody’s denying that. Or am I missing something?”
Bryan jumped to his feet and whirled on Moxley like he was about to hit him. “Open your eyes, Mox, and look. Really look.” He grabbed his friend by the jaw and pointed across the room, not caring who saw. “Fucking look.”
It took a few seconds for Moxley to make sense of what Bryan was trying to show him. Once he saw it, he couldn’t unsee the fact that Morgan Knox sat at the table with a plate of rabbit food in front of her, the fork on Sammy’s other side, her hands in her lap, head down as she looked at the floor. Sammy barely paid any attention to her, tearing through the food on his plate as if he’d forgotten that Morgan was even there.
“The fuck,” Moxley growled as he twisted out of Bryan’s hold. “Well… that’s not going to keep happening.”
“You’re goddamn right it won’t,” Bryan said, the wheels of his mind already turning. “The next time I see fucking bruises on her that didn’t come from a match… I’m going to kill him.”
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Single Mother
Blackpool Combat Club X Fem Reader
The Blackpool combat club’s reaction to you becoming a single mom
Main Masterlist
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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𝚂𝚝𝚘𝚌𝚔𝚘𝚕𝚖 - 𝙲𝚑𝚊𝚙𝚝𝚎𝚛 𝟷
Pairing: Blackpool Combat Club x Fem!Reader
Warnings: +18, adult content, semi-erotic content, harsh language, dub-con, mild psychological torture, yandere vibes.
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𝙿𝚛𝚘𝚕𝚘𝚐𝚞𝚎
She had been placed inside a bedroom now. The secluded cabin in the woods was rustic, built of wood and with the classic decor of animal fur, leather armchairs, and red plaid fabric. It was cozy, even under the circumstances she was currently in. “It could be worse”, she thought, “I could still be tied up to a chair inside that basement”.
She caught herself staring at the deer’s head on top of the bed. Its black eyes called for her, it whispered something, perhaps it was a warning? A message? She couldn’t quite understand what it was saying, what it was trying to tell her. Its words we’re getting unclearer the more she stared at it. She tried to piece the message together, but something wasn’t quite right…
“It’s fake” A deep voice stated from behind her, making her squeal and rapidly turning around to see the perpetrator of her almost heart attack.
Blue eyes gleamed with amusement at her, much like the playful smirk he had cemented to his thin lips. The lollipop stick danced around his mouth as he continued:
“Bryan is vegan, so he didn’t want any real dead animals inside the cabin. He likes the visuals of the decor aspect of it, but ‘no real corpses’!” Moxley mocked Bryan’s way of speaking and the small joke earned a faint giggle from her. He considered that a win, one step closer to make her fully trust him.
“You got the coolest room. I’m jealous” Mox teased, pointing with his chin towards the deer head on the wall.
“Oh! The youngest man just shoved in here. I didn’t have much of a choice” She shrugged
“Yuta?” He asked and she nodded in return. “Well, would you like to check out the other rooms? You can choose the one you like the most”
“N-no!” She was quick to answer, too quick for her own liking. She needed to be subtle, play possum for now until she could figure a way out of here. “Thank you. I don’t want to upset anyone”.
Moxley frowned at her statement. She seemed distressed, back into her shell, suspicious. “Fucking Yuta and his stupid teenage-like hormones! He’s fucking ruining everything!” Mox thought to himself before he focused his attention back on her. “Are you hungry?”
“Yes, a little bit”
Upon her statement, Mox cupped her face in his hand and began to rub her cheek back and forth with his thumb, “I’ll have someone bring you a snack or something, so you won’t starve until dinner”.
She saw it in his eyes, there was something inside the blue orbs that demonstrated some level of vulnerability, and that she could use in her favor.
“Thank you” She whispered, casually leaning into his touch, testing the waters to see how far she could take in this first round. “Mox? Can I ask you a favor?”
“Of course, kitty cat” His thumb now moved to her lips, brushing the rough pad of his finger against her bottom lip.
“Could you please not send Yuta? I-” Her eyes darted down to her feet, a sign of uncertainty, fear. She needed to play the victim perfectly in order to have him buy it. “He scares me” Her eyes focused on the baby blue orbs again. “When I was in the basement, he kept doing and saying things that made me uncomfortable and I…I don’t want to be alone with him”.
Something shifted in Moxley’s eyes, a flash of rage sipped through before being replaced with calmness.
“I’ll send someone else, kitty cat. Don’t worry about him, ok?” Mox pulled her towards him, engulfing her in a tight hug. Her head was placed under his chin as he played with her hair, her eyes stopped at the deer on the wall and now she understood its message. If she wanted to get out of this place alive, she would have to turn the predators into the preys.
She had finished showering when she heard the bedroom door opening. Footsteps made their way toward the bed and then came to a halt, the old bed springs squeaked as the man’s weight settled on top of the mattress. Damn, she wished she would’ve brought her clothes inside the bathroom with her! Now she would have to step out of the en suite bathroom, and be eyed like a piece of meat by whoever was across the door.
She took a deep breath in, in order to control her gag reflex, and slightly opened the bathroom door, peeking her head out to see who was on the other side.
“I was wondering how much longer would you stay inside the bathroom after the shower went off” Claudio smirked, pointing over to the silver platter on top of the bed “I brought your snack, come eat before it gets cold”.
Every instinct she possessed screamed for her to stay inside that bathroom, but her rational side knew that would bring up suspicions. So swallowing her fear and uncertainty, she stepped out of the bathroom and made her path to the opposite side of the bed from where Claudio sat.
“Come here” He beckoned her closer with his finger
God, would she like to just tell him to fuck off! Licking her dried lips, she carefully approached him. Claudio’s hand caressed her exposed thigh, he allowed himself to enjoy the feeling of her smooth skin against his calloused palm before he slid his hand up underneath the towel.
Her eyes slightly widened in shock upon feeling his hand traveling up her hip. Claudio continued to explore her body, rough fingertips now gently drew circles on her waist, only stopping underneath her breast.
“I think we need to have a little chat, don’t you?”
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BCC gangbang hcs?
Things get ROUGH
They like taking turns and pushing you well past your limits
Mox likes it when you get really rough with him and do things like slapping and scratching him
Claudio pushes you the hardest because he has the biggest dick of them all, and the best stamina
Wheeler often ends up drawing the short straw and having to go last, but he's a bit more gentle with you than the other guys
Daniel is very vocal and while he thinks that he's being nice, sometimes his words can be a bit degrading
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