#claudio castagnoli x reader
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• kinktober day one : innocence kink — blackpool combat club { jon moxley, wheeler yuta, claudio castagnoli } •
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{ masterlists } | { kinktober 2023 }
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{ summary } — they’ve been teasing and tormenting you for months, now upon the discovery that you were a virgin, they make it their mission to claim you
{ warnings } — 18 + { minors do not interact }, cnc, hatefuck, group sex, innocence kink, innocent!reader, virgin!reader, praise, double penetration, oral sex { male receiving }, throat fucking, throatpie, spanking, tit slapping, pussy slapping, degradation, sexual humiliation, filming, blackmail, anal sex, rough sex, penetrative sex, vaginal sex, unprotected sex, multiple orgasms, male + female orgasms, squirting, internal cumshots, vaginal creampie, anal creampie
{ word count } — 2.9k
{ pairing } — fem!reader x jon moxley + wheeler yuta + claudio castagnoli
{ genre } — smut
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their fingers clawing, kneading at your flesh. no matter how hard you tried to swat their hands away
they kept tugging, toying, with your clothing
teasing as they would pry upward small pieces of fabric, exposing little canvases of your bare flesh
ready for them to paint with their desire
jon stood before you, keeping your body firm against the concrete wall of his basement
the room had been converted into some sort of training room
a basic, dreary one at that
a single mat in the centre of the room, maybe about two or so inches thick
definitely not enough to support the weight of a body slammed into it at full force
there was barely any light, only a small lantern dangling above your head from a short chain
his figure flickering in and out of the darkness with a grimey yellow hue.
yuta stood to your left, head buried into the crook of your neck, nipping the top of your shoulder with some force
enough to make you whine when he bit down especially hard
his lanky fingers locked into the belt loops of your jeans, tugging impatiently, with the absence of a belt
revealing the axis of your hip, growling into your skin upon noticing the exposed flesh.
claudio stood to your right, not as close as yuta, but close enough to keep you on edge
his large palm slid under your shirt, groping your breasts, interchanging between the two with just one hand
your whimper only fueled their desire, fueling their lust to corrupt you
jon leaned in, his tongue barely ghosting your lips as he wet his own
his breath had the faintest scent of menthol, evident by the cigarette he’d been smoking a mere half an hour before
“a little birdy told us that you were still a virgin” jon smirked nipping your notting lip quickly despite your resistance
“is that right, doll?”
you could feel yuta grin into your neck, just at the mere thought of being the one to corrupt you first sent pulses of arousal to his cock
he bit down slightly harder than previously, a sharp sting ran through your shoulder
his spit leaking down your skin as you groaned through your next words
“that’s none of your damn business-“ your attempt at being intimidating was weak, pathetic, laced with fear
claudio’s fingers traced over your perky nipples, pinching the left one
a small squeak of pain left your lips, effectively making the three of them grow in their shorts
“a fiery little thing isn’t she?” jon mentioned to the other two, yuta pulled away from your skin to nod in agreement
claudio reciprocated the same nod
“we’ll have fun with this one” jon stuck his hand down the front of your jeans unannounced upon finishing his sentence
despite your protests, attempts to kick them away but their strength proved too much
jon’s fingers, danced against your clit, gathering the wetness in the pads of his fingertips
the three of them smirked, watching the heat rise to your cheeks in an unnatural shade of red
“so the rumours are true, huh?” claudio chimed in, thick accent ringing in your ears, with a deep, sinful bass
“you’ve never been touched, toyed with until you’re begging for release” he added, his words dancing across your earlobe with faint breaths
“i bet she’s never even fucked herself” yuta remarked, his teeth now leaving an imprint in your skin, a bruise soon to follow in splotches of red and purple, you were surprised that he didn’t draw blood
“oh angel, it’s true? my my you really are innocent” yuta’s tongue trailed up against the side of your neck until he reached your earlobe, nipping lightly at the flesh.
jon’s fingers dipped past your folds, feeling how tight your walls clenched around him
“god she’s fucking soaked…” jon announced to his brethren who where quick to anoint their fingers with the scent of you
feeling a combination of all their fingers spreading your folds, dipping into your warmth and teasing your clit
it was all too much for your mind to take in
“fuck, you’re right” claudio was the first to pry his fingers from between your thighs
bringing his large digits to your lips, allowing you to sample your sweetness,
the taste foreign on your tongue
it left you with an incredibly vulgar, almost nauseating pit in your stomach
this was wrong on so many levels, but you could not bring your lips to pry away from his fingers until he moved them,
a subtle pop following after he’d removed them
yuta offered you no such decency
savouring your warmth for himself, not hesitating to lick his fingers clean
shuddering with arousal at your taste
jon was last, quickly prying his fingers from your panties
without any chance for you to react, he smeared your sweetness across your lips before kissing you harshly
he pulled away breathlessly, taking a second to admire your flustered form
“strip her. then bring her to the mat”
jon instructed, stripping himself as he made his way to the centre of the room, haphazardly throwing his clothes to the edge of the mat
you could not help but stare at his length. how hard he was, how his tip leaked with precum and twitched with arousal.
you felt claudio’s fingers pull at the hem of your shirt, attempting to pry it over your head
“don’t fear, little one. we’ll take good care of you”
his words were accentuated with a smug smirk, your body paralyzed, unable to fight them off no matter how hard your mind attempted
yuta tugged your jeans down with haste, far more impatient than jon or claudio had been
the youngest of the three noticing the wet spot in your panties
how your sweetness pooled onto the fabric as he pried them down your legs
“god, i can’t wait-“ yuta grew feverish, his hands groping your now naked frame.
“hold it.” jon demanded “don’t want to scare her off”
jon pondered for a moment, smoothing down his beard
“bring her to me”
claudio and yuta hooked their arms under yours, practically dragging you towards jon.
yuta’s hand fell to your shoulder, pushing you down to your knees before jon while claudio stripped himself
you winced as your knees came in contact with the mat
still feeling the concrete beneath it
“open her mouth” jon continued to bark instructions though a relaxed monotone.
claudio cupped your face, having replaced yuta’s hands as the youngest of the trio rid himself of his clothing.
jon lazily began to stroke his cock, bead of precum leaking from his tip
you made eye-contact with it, unintentionally, quickly peering down at the mat
avoiding his gaze all together, in your peripherals, you could have sworn you saw a smirk cross jon’s lips
claudio’s fingers fell to your jaw, prying your mouth open
noticing, despite your previous attempts at restraint
were now rather accepting of the fact that they were going to use you
and rather eager at the fact.
jon’s tip traced soft lines against your bottom lip, pushing against the flat of your tongue, holding himself there for a moment, getting used the the feeling of your warm, wet mouth before allowing himself to fully succumb to the sensation
yuta had joined you on his knees, his fingers returning to their position between your thighs
tracing delicate shapes into your aching clit, his cock prodding at your hip, swollen and leaking with warmth.
claudio had taken his position behind you
both large palms now fully cupping your breasts
groping and squeezing the supple flesh
his own size, much larger than yuta or even jon, pressed firmly against the small of your back
jon remained stoic, silent. it was as arousing as it was frightening
you could not plan for his next move, unsure of what exactly he had in store for you
anxiety rose in your chest, feeling like a stone being pressed against your lungs
“so fucking wet…” yuta mumbled under his breath. “i’ll have you gushing like a fountain in no time, angel”
you whimpered at the sensation, trying to instinctively close your legs but claudio was quick
grabbing your right thigh, he held them open,
allowing you to feel the full range of yuta’s fingers
jon soon snapped his hips forward, his entire length filling your throat
the sensation made your eyes widen in shock, throat forcefully closed and clenched around his size
making you gag and sputter, gasping for breath around the appendage
but jon would not relent, keeping himself firmly buried in your throat, ordering the others with their next movements
“get underneath her” he ordered yuta. the youngest obliging in quick time
prying his fingers from your warmth, licking them clean as he had done previously,
claudio lifted your hips with ease, allowing yuta to make his way beneath you.
his cock teasing your entrance, tip gliding across you clit, smearing your wetness across your slick folds
if jon’s cock wasn’t stuffed down your throat you might have been able to voice your pleasure
“oh fuck-“ yuta slipped inside of you with ease, holding you down on his cock, already beginning to feel the gentle pulses of your cunt.
“claudio-“ jon spoke up. the swiss man gazed at his brother in arms with an attentive stare
“you know what to do”
claudio only nodded with a sickening smirk
it was only then did jon release himself from your throat to readjust himself, even only for a moment, you were grateful that he allowed you to regain your breath
“relax, little one” claudio’s voice flooded your ears with odd reassurance. “you’re so tense”
claudio’s hands smoothed down your shoulders, down the midline and small of your back
“relax for us. we won’t hurt you”
you couldn’t help but take his words as some form of mockery
“all you gotta do is obey us”
yuta added, having a particularly rough thrust, one that left your mind reeling
“fuck you” you spat, an ironic choice of words given your predictiment
yuta only chuckled, hand reaching up to slap your breast, causing another wince on your part
jon had stepped away for the moment, fishing around in his duffel bag for something unknown
your mouth free to shout all the obscenities and expletives their way.
claudio remained silent behind you, still tenderly smoothing shape into your flesh
although the feeling felt more predatory than it did comforting
jon returned phone in hand, the camera already set to record
he poised it on you, making sure your face was fully in frame
“now dollface…” he began, claudio’s cock now prodding against your ass, slick and wet as he had just lubed it up with his own spit
“you better behave and do everything we tell you to” your blood ran cold at the thought as jon forced you to meet the camera’s gaze, tilting your chin up to look at him through the lens
“don’t want this indie film going mainstream now do we?”
you shook your head no, in response, agreeing with him. lord only knows what would become of your life and career if this were to ever get out.
yuta began to move under you, impatient and eager to get himself off, soft grunts left the youngest’s lips as he filled you to the brim with his length.
jon had re-entered your mouth, this time with a much more intense, brute force than before,
feeling the burn and sting of his cock hitting the back of your throat.
claudio gathered the spit that dropped from the corners of your lips, re-lathering his cock before pushing into your tight, untouched hole
“so tight for me, little one”
he held a tight grip on your hair, pushing your head down onto jon’s cock
you hollowed your cheeks for added effect, peering up from behind his phone to notice jon’s head thrown back in pleasure
his phone fixated on your features, making sure to capture each intimate moment
yuta, from beneath you, groped your breasts, squeezing the pillowy mounds of flesh in his palms
the calloused pads of this thumbs tracing over your hard nipples, still swollen slightly from claudio pinching them beforehand
“ain’t no way she was a virgin before this, this cunt feels too good to be left untouched”
yuta monologued through breathless pants, increasing the force of his thrusts
jon gave a small exhale in response, zooming in on the site of yuta’s cock slamming deep into your cunt.
the three of them adored the way you gripped his size, clenching and squeezing around him before releasing unexpectedly
your thighs shuddered, crying and sputtering around jon’s cock
sweetness coating yuta’s stomach as you came down from your high.
“oh little one, you came so quickly, we’ve barely started with you” claudio mocked, tugging your hair roughly, jon’s cock slipping out of your mouth, allowing you air for the moment
slapping the tip of his cock on the flat of your tongue
jon slapped your cheek, sending your mind reeling with pleasure, a thrum of arousal made your cunt clench around yuta’s size.
the youngest of the three still on a high from the reaction of your orgasm, holding your hips down so you had little room to move.
“we’re not done with you yet, dollface.” jon handed his phone to claudio, who promptly began filming you from behind
“you ain’t leaving until we’re satisfied”
you gulped thickly, feeling the three of them close in on you.
claudio started moving again with a particularly rough thrust
his tongue drawing circles against the carotid artery in your neck, sucking and nipping at the skin
jon entered your mouth once more, making sure to fill your throat fully
pressing his cock down your throat until your nose was nestled in the scraggly mound of pubic hair
adoring the choked gulps and gags that tried to escape from your throat
claudio kept the camera poised on your ass
so intricately filling the way he slipped in and out of your tight hole with ease.
“so good for us little one” he murmured against your skin
poor yuta was on the brink of release, the sheer grip of your cunt about to send him over the edge
“fuck, i’m so fucking close…” he grunted, the veins in his throat becoming present.
“gonna fill this pretty little pussy up. you’d like that wouldn’t you, angel? you wanna be left dripping with my cum?”
“our cum…” jon corrected, hinting at the definite conclusion to this scenario
you could not help but nod in response, frantic gasps and moans left your throat whenever jon would pull back
“look at her, she’s practially begging for it” claudio chimed in
now handing the phone to yuta, ready to film his cum dripping from within you
“oh shit-“ yuta grunted, warm threads of his seed filling you to the brim as he fucked you with full force
capturing the way his cum seeped from your void around his cock
your eyes rolled into the back of your skull, clearly enjoying this foreign feeling
completely unaware of your second orgasm rushing through you.
“good whore…” jon praised you, pushing your shoulders down so that yuta’s cock was nestled deeply in your cunt
you effectively cockwarming the youngest
claudio remained silent as yuta continued to film
the swissman’s length pushing deep into your tight hole, groping and squeezing your breasts as he came, remaining to stay inside you, just like yuta until he fully emptied himself
jon on the other hand, was frantic in his movements, holding fistfuls of your hair as he fucked your throat
“god, i’m gonna make a mess of you, doll” his groans reverberated against the concrete walls of his basement
quickly retrieving his phone from yuta, whose stomach was drenched in your spit and cum
jon continued to film through his orgasm, pumping his seed down your throat as you choked and sputtered around his length
quickly pulling out of you to drench your face in the last few spurts of his cum.
yuta and claudio pulled out of you breathlessly
a sigh of content and relief on your part, body exhausted and overwhelmed from their work
your knees were weak as claudio helped you to stand, a single hand wrapped around your waist while yuta took your wrists
“enjoy yourself, angel?” yuta mentioned after a moment of silence
your throat still raw and red from jon’s abuse, you could only muster a small nod, to which yuta responded with a chaste kiss to your lips
claudio followed suit, his kiss lingering just a second more.
you turned your attention to jon, placing his phone back into his bag
“y-you’re not gonna do anything with that…are you?” you mentioned to the recording, feeling a song of anxiety in your stomach
“oh god no, doll” he reiterated, eyes widening slightly. “that was just to scare ya a bit, trust me it’s for our eyes only”
jon pet your head, almost mockingly. but there was a genuine playfulness behind it
“why don’t we get you cleaned up, little one?” claudio suggested, his chin resting atop your shoulder, you gave another nod as yuta went to retrive your clothes
“hey jon?” you questioned, his eyes popping up to greet yours
“could you send me that video?”
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Sharing (Eddie Kingston x Reader x Claudio Castagnoli) (18+)
Summary: you stop by your good friend Eddie's place to drop off some CDs you borrowed. Little do you know his roommate Claudio has the day off, and he's not as lame and nerdy as Eddie claims him to be...
Look bruh. I'm horny, you're horny. If I'm getting kinkshamed we're all getting kinkshamed. And yes, this is inspired by the fact Eddie and Claudio were roommates irl. Why? Because I'm stupid that's why.
Warnings: Reader is mostly up to interpretation but im imagining her to be black, Longer than it has any right to be, lots of cuss words, big boys bickering ,threeway, p☆ssy grabbing, spit as lube, protected sex, double penetration (vaginally and anal), fingering, friends to lovers speed run lmao
And thank you @kayfabebabe for putting up with this crap
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Your first sign that Eddie wasn't home shouldn't have been the Marlboros on the table.
It should have been the fact his car wasn't parked outside in its usual spot. Except the cigarettes were more jarring, since the only thing he ever smoked were blacks and Newports. And the occasional blunt. But that was besides the point.
Now, you should've just left the CDs on the table, steal a bag of Funions out of his kitchen closet, then head out like usual. But then you realized three more things. The shitty box fan in the corner of room was off. The tv was on some documentary about computer hardware...
And you heard singing. In what sounded like fluent German. Which was doubly weird because Eddie's singing was awful and he only spoke Spanish and Yonkersese.
"Hello?" You called into the hallway.
The singing stopped, and you heard the floorboards creak. All the way at the end of the hall, a door slowly opened at the end, and a face peeked out. Shaved head, glasses...
Claudio.
"Ah, Y/N, it's just you," Eddie's roommate sighed with relief.
You gave him a smile. The tall Swiss man must have had the day off. He usually wasn't home until at least 8pm. You took in the way he pushed his glasses back up his nose, his dark brown eyes focusing on you.
"Hi Claudio, how are you?"
"Fine, fine give me just a moment," he shut his door again before you could say a word. Poor guy. He never really left his room when you came over, save to sneak out to the kitchen, apologizing softly for interrupting you and whatever dumb shit you and Eddie had gotten up to that time of night.
You bounced on the heels of your feet, waiting for the tall man to come out. It might be nice to talk to him, and wait for Eddie to get back, where ever he was. This time, your friend wasn't here to mumble in your ear about how nerdy and anal he thought his roommate was.
"Just ignore him, Mami. Dork ass..."
"Fucking Claudio, I can hear him working out in there, it's like 9 am for fucks sake..."
"Such a prick...in his goofy ass scarves..."
Finally, the door to his room creeked back open. He had taken his glasses off, and was now walking down the hall towards you.
Your eyes trailed down, simply wanting to take note of the color of his tight-looking shirt. And then you noticed he was just wearing boxers. White and light blue striped boxers.
And then you noticed what was beneath those boxers.
And how it moved with every step he took towards you.
"So, what brings you here, [nickname], huh? Eddie won't be home for quite a bit." He seemed to be oblivious to you trying to regain your composure.
"Uh- y-yeah, I just came to bring him the CDs I borrowed," you lifted them, the 2pac CD on top almost slipping from your hands and clattering to the floor as you looked up at him. "He'll be back soon, right?"
He was hung. There was no there was no other word for it. Well, actually, there were several words. But nothing else but "hung" and "huge" were coming to mind.
"If I'm remembering right, mein liebchen, he went out. Said something about getting some cigarettes and maybe soda. Told him we could share a pack, but you know him."
"Oh..." So you were alone? With Claudio? And his...less than little friend? Cool.
Cool. Cool cool cool cool. Great.
"He texted you, no?"
"Uh, no..." you shook your head, trying to keep your eyes up.
"That's no good," Claudio tutted. To his surprise he gently took the stack of CDs out of your hands. "Some friend he is..."
"It's fine, I..." your voice trailed off as he walked past you. You watched as he set the CDs down on the coffee table and sat down on the couch, he slumped down, his legs wide as he reached for the remote, boxers riding up his thighs, which were far more muscular and hairy than you would've imagined. What happened to the baggy khakis and geeky t-shirts? The button-ups and ironed pants? Where the hell did all of this come from?
"Come, sit. I don't bite."
You snapped out of your thoughts and nodded, sitting down next to him on the overstuffed pleather couch, dropping your bag down.
"You don't think it's rude to leave company waiting?" He chuckled as changed the channel.
"It's okay... he just forgot..." you mumbled, settling in the seat.
"I'll wait for you 'til he comes, okay? It'll be nice to finally speak with you."
You nodded, noticing how bright his smile was for the first time and how perfect his teeth were.
"You've known Edward long, yes?"
"Edward?" You tilted your head, until the realization hit you. You laughed a bit. "Oh! Eddie, yeah. But nobody really calls him that except his Mom when she's mad at him..."
"Hmm. How did you meet Eddie?" Claudio hummed, setting the remote between the two of after settling on some nature show.
"Hes my friend's brother. You haven't met her yet, she's coming back for Spring Break since her school's a couple states away."
He nodded, "Yes, he mentions her."
"Anyway, she and Eddie moved in to our complex years ago and we all went to school together. I hung out at their place all the time and Eddie was always super cool to me. He made us snacks all the time, let me play his games, he even taught me to cuss in Spanish!"
Claudio nodded along. You couldn't seem to tell if he was really interested, his eyes seemed focus on the narrator discussing the fascinating world of bamboo. But you kept talking anyway.
"When he got older he drove us around cause he didn't want us taking the subway or the bus too. He's, like, the best." You thought for sure when your friend introduced you to him that he was gonna be a jerk. That's just how older brothers are, that's how yours are anyway. But here you were now, and he was still one of your best friends.
Eddie really was the best.
"Its strange Eddie has never told me these things. Or for that matter, let you tell me. He always seems to drag your attention away when I come in the room." He murmured.
You shrugged, fiddling with the hem of your shirt. "He's just like that, sorry."
"I'm starting to think he just doesn't want me to talk to you. I can't imagine why." You felt him shift on the couch, and you looked back over to see him rest his chin against his hand and looking over at you with those damn eyes again.
Now that it was daylight, there was no way to ignore how the sun beaming through the grimy window made the usual russet shade of them turn to honey. It was like he was becoming more and more attractive by the second. It was almost cartoonish.
"Forgive me for prying, but it's hard to not want to know the pretty dove who flies into our apartment quite often." You watched as he bounced his leg, trying not to notice the way his dick moved with it.
You looked away at the window to watch the sidewalk, ignoring the heat rising in your cheeks. Damn it! Why did he chose today of all days to act suave? Where was all this coming from? And where the hell was Eddie with his dumb cigarettes?!
"He seems like a good friend to you. I hear the way he makes you laugh while I'm in my room. It's a shame that's all he is to you, isn't it?"
"Huh?" Your brows raised as he lowered his voice. Damn, even his voice was suddenly attractive to you. Of course his accent had always interested you, but you finally noticed the way it seemed get so husky and... rough.
"Arme klein Y/N, you don't think it's obvious? It's a shame Eddie can't see it..."
"See what?" You peeked back at Claudio out of the corner of your eye, noticing his arm moving in a certain way...
"How loyal and sweet you are to him. The way he never seems to get the hints you give. Shame..."
"I don't understand..."
"I know it, you know it, sweetie. How long have you liked him? How long has he not noticed?"
"..." you opened your mouth but nothing was coming out. How did he know? How did he know?! It couldn't possibly be that obvious right?! In your defense, how were you supposed to know your best friend would go to college two states away, leaving you and Eddie in New York? Yeah, she would visit when she could and you'd message each other all the time, but it wasn't the same.
And what were you supposed to do but accept his rides home from work in his beat up Monte Carlo, "cause the bus was a nightmare and the subway was worse" according to him? And every drive, listening to his music and eating McDonald's you noticed more and more how his eyes caught the light of the street lamps, how soft his hair and lips looked? The growl in his voice after a drag of his cig, the way the corners of his eyes wrinkled when he laughed?
You were screwed from the very start!
You looked back over, your eyes widening at the sight before you; Claudio was palming himself through his underwear, slowly stroking himself through the material. Someway, somehow, he seemed to get bigger as you watched him get hard.
You didn't even have time to flinch as Claudio's large hand made its way to your jaw, slowly making you face him. You watched as he tilted his head, scanning over you. You tried not to shiver, it felt like he was looking through you. Finally his eyes met yours, and to your suprise, they were filled with what appeared to be... pity? Mostly lust as they trailed back down to your lips, but behind his lashes, his eyes were soft with pure pity.
"He's as clueless as he is rude. It isn't fair, is it?" You barely heard him whisper over the sound of your heart pounding hard in your ears. You made to speak again, but all that came out sounded more like choking.
"If he doesn't want to appreciate you, maybe I should, huh?"
"Wh-what?"
The next thing you knew, your shorts and panties were on the floor along with his boxers, your knees were up by your chest, and there was a large, handsome Swiss man with his tongue down your throat. And his hardness rubbing against your pussy as he rocked his hips. To your surprise you found your hand rubbing up his back and under his shirt as you tilted your head into the hungry, sloppy kiss.
You weren't even sure if this was wrong or not. It's not like you had a partner, and it wasn't as if you had made any promise to Eddie. Yeah, Claudio was his roommate! But you were grown, and Eddie didn't even know you liked him...
So fuck it.
Claudio's hand squeezed your thigh as he rocked back and forth against you, the friction and weight of his girth against your clit sending sparks through you. His pulled his lips away from yours, soft lips kissing your neck before he sat back up. He seemed to pull a condom out of thin air, rolling it over his dick.
"Sorry, täubchen, I don't have lube... if I knew you'd be coming I would have bought some..." He murmured. Through hazy eyes you watched as he brought his fingers to your lips. You parted them and moaned as you sucked at them, drooling and licking as you looked up at him. He smirked as slowly thrust his thick fingers into your mouth, then slide them out to stroke his cock.
"You're so pretty, you know... he doesn't tell you that enough..." he moved back above you, his hands taking your legs to put them on his shoulders. "Remember to breathe, hübsche taube, okay?" His lips went back to yours, his hand once again caressing your face. You moaned into his mouth as he slowly entered you, his dick stretching you open.
"Cla-Claud-" his kisses kept interrupting you as you tried to speak, his soft lips sucking your neck, perfect teeth grazing and nipping at the sensitive skin. Your thoughts of how he wouldn't fit dissipated as he filled you. You shifted your hips as you felt him throb in you, agonizingly slow. As wet as you were, it didn't help much until he started to move.
"That's it, good girl..." Between the sound of the leather on the couch crackling between your weight, the sound of your kissing, and the sound of your pussy taking him all in as he slowly rolled his hips, the two of you didn't hear the sound of keys falling to the hardwood floor.
"That's it, breathe, I'll go slow..."
"You rat fuck!"
Even with Claudio's hand on your jaw, you still managed to twist your head over to look at the door. There stood Eddie, his favorite hoodie hanging off one shoulder as he stood in the doorway in shock. Which quickly turned to a look of rage. He dropped the bag in his hand, the cans inside hitting the floor with a thud.
Oh no. Oh no no no no no no. The devil-may-care approach you had to the situation disappeared in an instant, your heart threatening to burst through your chest as he slammed the door shut and stomped toward the couch.
"Ah-umph ...Ed... You're finally home..." Claudio panted above you, his beard scratching against you as he stopped kissing your neck to look up.
"Don't call me Ed, you dickhead! Get off of them!" You heard him stomp over and watched as he grabbed at Claudio's arm. "What is this, huh?"
"S-sorry..." you whimpered underneath Claudio as he shifted his hips, still inside of you. You covered your face. "I'm sorry Eddie...I just-"
"Don't." He grunted, kneeling down by the couch, moving your hair out of your face. He tried to pry your hands away too, giving up when he heard the little whine in your throat. Instead, He turned his attention to his roommate. "What did I tell you?! She's off-limits! Off! Limits! ¿Qué parte de eso no entendiste, pendejo?!"
"You're the one who left her all alone. I was just keeping her company..." You peeked between your fingers to see Claudio looking back at him, not exactly smirking but not intimidated at all by him. Which was surprising, considering he was staring up at Eddie fucking Kingston. Instead he seemed to be struggling to keep his composure, still halfway buried in you.
"And you thought the best way to do that was to fuck her?! Let me guess, you strut out here in your stupid work out clothes and your-" Eddie looked down, his brows somehow becoming more furrowed. "Did you come out here in your fuckin' underwear?"
"Maybe I just forgot to get dressed, did you think of that?" Claudio leaned down and grabbed you by the waist. You yelped as he sat up, with you on his lap, effectively spearing you on his dick as he helped you straddle him. He seemed not to notice the way your breath caught in your throat as he rubbed your back. Your eyes practically rolled back in your head as you rested your head on his shoulder. You wiggled your aching hips to pull your self up a bit, just enough so he wasn't stabbing into your cervix anymore.
"Bullshit." Eddie leaned in, stroking your hair. "You okay, pipsqueak? Huh? This cabrón treating you good? Bastard didn't even put on a condom, did he? I mean I know you're on the pill and all that but-"
"I'm f-fine..." you stuttered, trying to make sense of the situation. He wasn't mad at you? He wasn't trying to break Claudio's jaw? You couldn't bring yourself to look back at your friend,especially with another guy's dick in you, but he sounded as if he had calmed down.
"For your information, I am wearing a condom." Claudio muttered.
"Yeah, but you didn't have the decency to fuck her in a bed!"
"Good point." Before you could protest, you felt Claudio shift, wrap your legs around his waist, and stand up with you effortlessly. You whined into his shoulder as his dick moved in you, shoving itself further into your aching heat. His arms wrapped around you and he started to walk down the hall towards his room. You kept your face hidden against him, still too embarrassed to let Eddie see you in such a way.
"Son of a bitch..." you heard him mutter.
Claudio stopped in his tracks. "That sounds like the voice of a man who feels left out."
"What?"
"I'm just thinking about how good Täubchen has been for me, and how perfect and-" He took a breath, a handmoving down to squeeze your ass "-tight her pussy feels... and how much you wish it was you with her around your waist like this..."
"Stop talking, bro. Right now."
"I'm sorry, Ed, but I am not the type of man who likes to bullshit. She wants you, and you want her. So why don't we all have some fun together, no?"
If your brain wasn't already fried before, it was now.
You looked up, seeing Eddie's green eyes widen as he realized what the other man said. There was anger as his brows scrunched up.
"Why'd you have to say it like that? You only fucked her 'cause you knew I liked her? Is that it?"
"No, look at her, Edward. She's a very pretty, sweet girl. I've been thinking about it for ages. Plus...I figured it would force you to be honest with yourself. Now do you want to join us or not?"
You watched Eddie as he fiddled with one of the chains around his neck, his face scrunched up. So much had to be going on in his head as he shut his eyes and sighed. "You and your stupid big dick..."
"Is that a yes?"
"Only... only if Pipsqueak wants me to..."
You hid your face immediately back against Claudio at the thought, confused, embarrassed, and worst of all, turned on. Claudio shifted his feet, and you felt him move inside you.you struggled to catch your breath in his arms. "Y- you...Eddie? And you?"
"Yes, Täubchen, me and your precious friend. It's a good idea, no?" Claudio crooned in your ear, his big hand sliding up your back.
You peeked up, eyes wide as Eddie was suddenly at your side. His eyes were soft. His hand reached up, hesitating before once again caressing your hair.
"O-only if Eddie wants to..."
"Excellent. Lass uns schlafen gehen."
"I don't know what you just said, but I know it was out of pocket." Eddie grumbled as he followed you two to the bedroom. With every step you could feel Claudio in you and it took everything in you not to clench around him, as if he wasn't already stretching you open so far...
They walked into his room, and he gently laid you on your back on his neatly made bed. You whimpered as he slid his girth out of you, resting his cock on your lower stomach as he knelt over you. He trailed two fingers down your pussy until he pressed his way inside.
"Look at that Ed, she's dripping so much already..." "So cute and fucked out... I haven't even made her cum yet... poor cutie..." he murmured, his lips curled into a smile.
"Be careful with her, alright?" Eddie grumbled as he started taking his clothes off.
"I will..." Claudio murmured as his thumb pressed against your clit, rubbing harsh circles against you, making your hips twitch. "It's so cute, and so sticky..."
"I'm sorry, 'kay? Was 'sposed to be more special than this..." Eddie mumbled as he unbuckled his jeans.
"Mphhh?" You struggled to focus on his words as your eyes raked over his broad chest as he spoke, the way his rosary and chains nestled against it...
"I was gonna ask you out proper one day. Take you somewhere nice. Like Olive Garden, you know?" He whispered as he took your shirt off, then unclipped your bra with one hand. They both went somewhere on the floor as he knelt next to you on the bed. His rosary dangled in your face before he leaned down and stared at your lips.
"Eddie..."
"Can I kiss you, pipsqueak?"
You nodded. You spent the next few moment moaning into his mouth as Claudio thrust his thick fingers into you.
What a strange way to get what you wanted for years. Eddie, your best friend's hot, cool, and surprisingly sweet older brother was finally kissing you... all while the roommate you thought he hated was fingering and teasing you to the point of tears.
You two finally came up for air, string of saliva breaking from between your lips. Your eyes trailed up to Eddie's once again. You've spent forever arguing with him whether they were grey or light green. It always depended on the lighting. But here in Claudio's sunlit room they were the softest, stormiest grey you'd ever seen them.
"Well, Täubchen... I think we've prepped you well enough, yes?" Claudio helped you to your knees. He knelt behind you, his firm strong arm around you bringing you to his chest. "If you want us both... you just have to say how..."
You tucked your head under his chin as he pressed against you, feeling his cock against your ass, still hard and hot. Your breath caught in your throat. Finally, you found your voice. "Y-you can pick..."
"Then I think I should have you from behind, and Ed from the front. How's that?"
"What? You can't just go- hang on..." Eddie got off the bed, walking out of the room. Your eyes trailed down to his hips and ass as he walked out. Claudio's hand traveled low, grabbing you by the pussy as his lips brushed agaisnst your neck.
Eddie came back, a small bottle of lube and a towel in his hand. His brows scrunched up as Claudio made a show of kissing you, squeezing you tight between the legs, making you moan.he threw the lube at him.
"Here. She's wet in the front not in the back. If we're doing this prep first, jackass."
"I was going to ask if you had any lube but now I know." Claudio rolled his eyes and pulled away from you. He took the lube and spread it on his still-covered dick as Eddie spread out the large towel. You watched as he knelt on it and took out a condom, rolling it over his own hardening girth. You bit your lip as you watched. He wasn't as long as Claudio but was just as thick.
His eyes came up, and met you, and darted away. "Y/N, come over here."
You did as he asked, coming over to the blanket. Your face buried in the crook of Eddie's shoulder, your body pressed against his. Soft, stout, and sturdy. You breathed in the scent of cigarette smoke and the knockoff Drakkar Noir.
"You gonna be able to take us both, huh?"
"Y-yeah."
Claudio set the lube aside, coming up behind you once more. You gasped as you felt two of his fingers, smeared with the cold lubricant rub against your other sensitive entrance. Once he was done, his arm once again went around your shoulders, holding you tight.
"I'm ready if you're ready, schatzi..."
You nodded. You braced yourself against Eddie as Claudio pressed the head of his cock against you, then slowly pushed his way in. You let out slow shallow breaths as he nibbled your ear, his other hand against your hip.
"That's it... I've got you...go ahead, Eddie..."
You shut your eyes, sighing into Eddie's shoulder as he steadied himself, one hand gripping your hip while he held his dick with the other, pressing it into you, occupying the space Claudio was once in.
You bite your lip as the man behind you squeezed your breast, teasing you slowly with his hand.
The pressure between your legs was already immense. Eddie started first, slowly rocking his hips into your cunt, giving and gritting his teeth. "She's so... fuck Y/N..."
Soon the two of them attempted to find a pattern, Eddie moving his hips after Claudio. You moved your hips as much as you could twitching and biting your lip from each shock of friction, from every inch either man moved inside of you.
The Swiss mans hand made its way up from your chest around your throat. You sighed he once again kissed your lips, moaning into his mouth as his thrusting grew deeper and rougher as he pounded against you ass, purring in your ear.
"You like this? You like this, schatzi? You're being so good for-gonna make me-"
"Careful, be care- oh fuck..." Eddie hissed as he jerked inside you, hand gripping your hip tighter as he adjusted himself. He slowed down before his hips bucked back into you.
"I'm gonna cum... You're gonna make me-" the sound of sex echoed off the wall as the two of them fucked you, Claudio, breathing heavy, kissing your cheek as his thrusts grew slower -and deeper. "Schatzi, schatzi‐!" He slowed, panting behind you as he slowed to a stop, pulsing in you as Eddie thrust forward.
"Eddie...Eddie...Mmmph...!" Your orgasm snuck up on you as Claudios arm tightened around your shoulder tilting you back. You rested your back against the Swiss man's chest as your best friend- or maybe he was more than that now-, gripped your hips and thrust into your pussy as you tightened around him.
"That's it, good girl, look at her Eddie, fuck her, fuck her good..."
You shit your eyes, whimpering and panting as You heard Eddie moan and curse, fucking you through your orgasm until you felt him also come to his release, his dick twitching in you and his hips bucking slower, yet more erratic...
"Holt shit, holy shit-!"
The three of you laid on the bed afterwards, sheets a mess, the sun slowly setting. The room was quiet, with the sound of the a/c and your breath occupying the empty space.
"So... either of you want pizza after this?"
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After a quick clean up, you found yourself sitting on Eddie's lap in the living room, watching what was left of that's nights football game in one of his old shirts.
"Eddie?"
"Yeah?"
"You...you don't think I'm a slut? For, you know..."
"No! Fuck no! if anybody's a slut it's him." Eddie pointed to Claudio, who came back from the kitchen with two cans of tea. He set them down on the table in front you two.
"I take no offense to that." he leaned down, making to touch you.
Eddie smacked his hand away. "Don't touch her hair."
"Eddie!"
"Ouch." Claudio pulled away, holding his hand, pretending to be hurt. "You wounded me Kingston, my hand is shattered in three places..."
"Look. I... I don't share, got that? Today was diff-."
"I know, I know," Claudio waved him off, retrieving his wallet off of the table.
"Claud."
"Yeah?"
"...thanks. I guess."
"You're welcome." He zipped his jacket. "Well, I'm off to go get the pizza."
"Wait, you got one supreme one meat lovers right?"
"One supreme, one Hawaiian."
"You sick son of a bitch," Eddie grumbled, sipping from his can, though you swore you saw a smile creeping up on his face.
Claudio quickly leaned in again, kissng your temple. He dodged the empty can thrown at his head as he scampered towards the door.
"Don't have too much fun without me!"
"Fuck off!"
One the door closed, Eddie laced back against the couch. He pulled you close, kissing your forehead.
"So..."
"Hmm?" Even over the hum of the tv, you could hear him swallow as he chose his next words.
"...I guess...we gotta lot to talk about... huh?"
"...yeah."
"So... how long have you liked me?"
"How long have you liked me?"
"Well..."
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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.
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
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
#aew x reader#aew headcanons#headcanons#smut headcanons#smut hcs#hcs#romantic headcanons#bcc x reader#claudio castagnoli x reader#jon moxley x reader#wheeler yuta x reader#bryan danielson x reader
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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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Claudio Castagnoli x fem!moxley!reader with a secret relationship
Forbidden romance || Claudio Castagnoli x Reader
Summary: You and Claudio have a little bit too much fun sneaking around behind Mox's back.
You'd always been incredibly close with your older brother, Jon Moxley. Growing up, you were almost inseparable, sharing secrets, laughter, and a few fights along the way. But as much as you cherished your relationship with him, there was one thing that had always been off-limits - his friends. Especially Claudio Castagnoli, who was a part of their inner circle.
Claudio was charming, with a wit as sharp as a tack, and he'd always been one of Jon's best pals. You couldn't help but notice, though, that he was also incredibly attractive. A few stolen glances, inside jokes, and playful teasing turned into something more. As much as you'd both tried to hide it, there was an undeniable attraction simmering between you.
One evening, while Jon was out at a wrestling event, you and Claudio found yourselves alone in the living room. He was seated on the couch, leafing through an old magazine, and you were trying to read on the other end of the room. But your curiosity got the best of you. With a mischievous glint in your eye, you tip-toed over to him, stealing the magazine from his hands.
"Hey! What are you doing?" he asked with a grin.
You shushed him playfully, sitting down beside him, your legs brushing against his. "We're alone, Mox isn't here. No need to pretend."
Your words hung in the air for a moment before Claudio leaned in closer, his lips just an inch away from yours. You could feel his warm breath on your skin as he whispered, "You're a dangerous one, you know."
But you weren't about to let the opportunity pass. With a smirk, you closed the gap between you, pressing your lips to his. The initial shock quickly gave way to passion as you both lost yourselves in a deep, intense kiss.
The attraction between you and Claudio had been undeniable for a while, but now, it had reached a point where it could no longer be denied. You both knew that when Jon found out, there would be consequences, but the risk was worth it.
So, you and Claudio continued to share secret moments, savouring the forbidden romance that had blossomed between you, cherishing the stolen kisses and stolen glances. For now, the thrill of sneaking around Jon's back was too intoxicating to resist.
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Chocolate and Champagne
You have one rule - You do not kiss clients. It blurs too many lines between professional and personal, but... You can't help considering it with Claudio.
This was entirely based on a specific scene from the movie 'Pretty Woman.' Everyone thank @regalityandcoffee for helping me through a serious writer's block for the past 2 months. Also, here is the translation of the German that Claudio says to the reader:
Sonnenschein - Sunshine
Schatz - Treasure
Ich bin wahsinnig in dich verliebt - I'm madly in love with you
(Apologies if this isn't right. I tried to double-check everything in different places.)
Claudio Castagnoli X Female Reader
WARNINGS - NSFW. Spicy. Blowjobs. Reference to sex work/Reader is a sex worker. Established relationship. Pining. So much pining.
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“Sonnenschein…”
What if you kissed him? Just once. The thought is fleeting, but it slams into you and you need to put some distance between yourself and Claudio before you do anything irrational. You stand from the floor to grab a cushion from the sofa behind you and place it at Claudio’s feet. This used to be easy. You could slip into a quiet corner of your mind for a while, let the outside world fade into the background and drift. Now… You couldn’t slip away with Claudio.
You leaned forward between Claudio’s legs to undo his tie and the buttons of his shirt. Despite the only light in the room being from the television, you could make out the finer details of his face. Faint lines framing the corner of each eye and a pale scar on his chin, nearly hidden beneath the shadow of his stubble. He was beautiful. Your eyes linger on Claudio’s mouth before being caught by his gaze. There was a warmth behind his expression that felt undeniable. One of his hands lifted to brush the back of his fingers across your cheek until you flinched at the touch. Too fond. Without saying a word, Claudio understood and dropped his hand to the arm of the chair. Your hands drifted down to his belt whilst your mouth trailed after them, desperately trying to ignore how your heart fluttered behind your ribs.
This arrangement had been going on for months; Claudio would sweep you off your feet with grand romantic gestures at every opportunity and you revelled in the fantasy of a relationship until you received a bank deposit at the end of the week. Then you’d come crashing back to reality. There was no relationship between you. You were being paid to do whatever Claudio wanted and keep him satisfied. That was it.
The first slow drag of your tongue over Claudio’s hardening cock earned a low hum above you. A soft sound that encouraged you to sink further down, mouth enveloping and suckling on the tip. More and more sweet noises filled the air. You still for a moment when Claudio rests his hand on the back of your head before returning your attention to his cock. His fingers were gentle, not pulling or pushing, simply resting there as a grounding weight. Occasionally, they’d stroke through your hair, behind your ear and down the nape of your neck. The touch bordered on being loving, but you allowed it.
Claudio can’t look away from you. Knelt before him, you appeared to be something born from his dreams. He has travelled across the world and seen the wonders that have inspired artists for generations, but they paled in comparison to you. Claudio finds himself sometimes, even in intimate moments like this, wondering if you’d notice him under different circumstances. If you’d met in a cafe or somewhere entirely normal, would you have been interested in a man like him. And if there would be a chance that you’d fall in love with a man like Claudio.
Time becomes irrelevant. The air around you grew hotter, almost stifling, as you drew more of Claudio’s cock into your mouth. Saliva pooled under your tongue and dripped down your chin. There was a dull ache blossoming in your neck from being bent awkwardly over Claudio’s lap for such a long time. You didn’t care. You wanted to draw this out, you wanted to hear the bitten-off groans and small huffs from the normally restrained man. The mere prospect of being the cause of Claudio losing control makes your hips grind onto nothing, searching for some source of friction. In hopes of distracting yourself from the ache in your lower stomach, you risked a glance up to Claudio.
Oh, he really was beautiful.
You’ve been here, taking someone apart on your knees, before. None of them looked as divine as Claudio. None of them made your cheeks warm and hands shake with excitement. With his head tipped back and most of his clothes still on, he was a picture of pure debauchery. It takes barely a handful of minutes for Claudio’s back to lazily arch from the chair and his cock twitched hard, cum spilling into your awaiting mouth. You don’t hesitate in swallowing until you feel Claudio’s thighs tremble on either side of your shoulders. Then you let his cock fall from your mouth with a lewd pop.
“Up… Schatz, come up here, please.”
You couldn’t help smiling to yourself at Claudio’s perfect manners whilst standing from the floor and moving to straddle his thighs. Always a gentleman. There have been times when Claudio has been rougher, allowing his desperation to control his actions, with you. And, afterwards, he always made it a point to check on you. To ensure that you were okay. One of Claudio’s hands raised to cradle your cheek, thumb wiping a drop of his mess from your lower lip before pressing it into your mouth. Instinctively, you licked it away as he watched you with a softened expression.
“Ich bin wahsinnig in dich verliebt…”
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#The Human Writes#Claudio Castagnoli X Reader#Writing#Fanfiction#Spicy#Female Reader#Pretty Woman AU#Claudio Castagnoli#Established Relationship#Please read the warnings#Claudio X Reader#Fanfic#I'm back on my writing bullshit#(temporarily)
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Day 20 🎃 Dirty Dancing & Mirror Sex
BCC x f/Reader (18+)
Requested by @maeleelee
Warnings: Some swearing. Descriptive sexual acts. Minors do not read. Unprotected sex. Oral (m receiving) anal, creme pies, dp. MMFMMM . NSFW under the cut
Just like all my other stories, this has not been proofread, but please enjoy.
Gifs and photos do not belong to me.
I hope you like it.
The room was filled with the sound of their moans, my squeals and screams. The room smelled like sex and they are no where near done yet.
My holes are just dripping with their cum. I have lost count at how many times they have all came in, except one.
He is sitting in the chair across from us and has not even touched me, but I can feel his eyes on me.
I felt them earlier in the evening as I was just dancing with Paul, who I have known for awhile now.
We have sex here and there whenever we need that stress relief but never once have we ever brought anyone into it. That was until today.
As I finally got the liquid courage, I was dancing sexy, wanting all eyes on me and me alone. Paul went to go and talk to his friends and I was left alone in the middle of the dance floor.
That was until I felt the hard body of Darren behind me. I only knew it was him because he said my name and I will always know his voice anywhere.
I went to turn around to face the older man but he placed his strong hands on my hips and pulled me against him. I could feel him through his pants and I actually gulped when I felt how big and thick he was.
"Come back to my room Gorgeous. We want to make all your dreams come true." He said to be as he leaned down to whisper in my ear.
"Who?"
He gently placed his hand under my chin and had me looking in the direction of Paul, Jon, Claudio and Bryan.
"Yes or no YN?"
"Yes." I whimpered as I nodded my head yes.
A hard slap to my ass brought me back. My mind was clouded with what they have been doing to me.
I heard Jon groan behind me and I moaned around the cock that was in my mouth as I felt Jon cum.
"Shit, she can't even keep it in anymore. There is just so much." Jon groaned as he started to finger my ass.
Bryan started to slam even harder into my pussy and I knew he wasn't far behind. One, two, three hard thrusts and he came.
Claudio took over for Jon and he slid easily into my ass. I moaned around Paul's cock, as Claudio pace was hard and fast.
I felt the first rope of cum hit that back of my throat and Paul muttering my name. I swallowed it all and kept sucking until he pulled out.
Paul patted my head and I smiled at him, but my smile fell when Claudio changed his pace and was slamming me into the bed now.
"Don't fucking break her." Jon growled out.
"She can take it. Can't you sweetheart?" The once quiet voice in the corner finally said.
"Yes." I whimpered out as my vision became blurry with the tears that have now formed in my eyes from the pleasure.
They each took turns fucking my different holes, but never Darren. He was still in the corner watching and waiting.
I didn't notice when he finally moved. I didn't notice when the bed dipped. I didn't notice when the hands gripping my hands moved me until I was laying across his body.
"My turn." He growled in my ear and then he thrust up into me. I held on as he used me to finally finish what he has been holding off for hours now.
I cried out his name as I came hard around his cock. The others were standing around us, jerking themselves off as they watched their mentor fuck me into oblivion.
Just as Darren came with a scream, the others groaned around us as well. My body getting covered in their cum.
We were all breathing heavy and my eyes were threatening to close. "Let's get you cleaned up and some fresh sheets there Gorgeous." Darren said to me before I was lifted off of him by Claudio.
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I would love a BCC smut headcannon fic! I’ll leave it up to you! Not many people write about all of them. Thank you! 😊
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An: This started out as some form of head cannons and turned out to whatever this is. I honestly don't know what this is.
Blackpool Combat club X Fem reader
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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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
#blackpool combat club#bcc#bcc x reader#blackpool combat club x reader#aew imagine#bryan danielson#jon moxley#claudio castagnoli#wheeler yuta#eddie kingston#william regal#santana and ortiz#aew santana#aew ortiz#ruby soho
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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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• screen time — claudio castagnoli •
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a/n — i got a fucking language kink if it ain’t obvious. also i know claudio speaks multiple languages, but i chose italian bc that’s the one i’m most familiar with :3
also keep in mind i’m using google translate as i am not fluent in italian so i apologise if there is anything wrong or misspelt
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{ masterlists } | { aew masterlist } | { claudio castagnoli masterlist }
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{ summary } — what’s better than watching claudio play video games ? cuddling him while he’s playing video games of course !
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{ warnings } — 18 + { minors do not interact }, fem!reader, language kink, riding, male + female orgasms, squirting, vaginal sex, penetrative sex, unprotected sex, internal cumshot, creampie
{ word count } — 1.2k
{ genre } — smut
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observed was not nearly the word you’d use to describe this moment, for it was far too precious to you. you simply admired him, his concentration in that exact moment although you did not have a clear view of his features, at least from your current position, however you could make out the slightest glimpse of his stare in the reflection of his monitor. his eyes fixated with an intense gaze, eyebrows furrowed in concentration, his tongue positioned between slightly gritted teeth, just barely jutting out past his lips. a few curse words muttered here and there whenever a level had become particularly frustrating to beat. you could also hear the resounding chuckle of one adam cole through his headphones whenever your love had lost a round.
to say you were in love was an understatement, you had hearts in your eyes for him. you craved him, nor necessarily in a sexual sence, moreso his touch, his warmth. the way his arms would protectively wrap around your waist, the small kisses he’d plant atop your shoulders, the way he’d stare lovingly down at you although he was supposed to be concentrating on his game. you smiled softly thinking about it
you stood up, although your current position on the bed was rather comfortable, you made your way towards him, quietly tip-toing behind him, your arms wrapping around his muscular frame, chin placed daintily upon his shoulder, a sweet, soft kiss graced his cheek. he leaned into it, a gentle sigh escaping his lips. it was a comfortable silence the two of you basked in, no sense of awkwardness in the air.
he raised his arms up, both hands still gripping the controller quite firmly, allowing you to take a seat on his lap. you did so slowly, making sure not to disturb his game. you straddled his lap, one leg on either side of his thighs. his arms came down around your body, holding a protective grip on your waist as his chin lightly rested upon your shoulder.
you buried yourself into the warmth of his chest, head buried into the cross of his neck, still hearing the incoherent ramblings of adam through his headphones. you basked in the immense comfort and protection of his warmth, succumbing to the soft, rhythmic thumps of his heartbeat, letting a small sigh escape your lips.
hours you could spend like this, in silence, just basking in each other’s glory. it felt safe, it felt like home. peering up slowly through half-closed lids, the lull of sleep seeming to pull you in during the early morning hours, noticing that same soft slow pull affecting his blinks. adam hald already logged off about an hour or so ago as evident by the silence through your love’s headphones. entranced, you stared up at him for a moment, pupils blown wide with such adoration for him.
he took off his headphones, placing them on the table beside his keyboard, he glanced down at you slowly with tired eyes, a soft smile forming across his lips
“what’s the matter, amore mio?” { my love }
his voice was soft, loving, aided by a simple head pat, smoothing the loose strands of hair from your eyes, tucking them behind your ears.
“tired?” he questioned again. you only offered a simple head shake, a no in response for the time being
“a little, but i don’t want to fall asleep yet” you hummed, nuzzling further into his chest
“well, i got an idea of what we could do for the time being”
“oh really?” you propped yourself up slightly, hands resting upon his shoulders, a sly raise of your eyebrow at his suggestion. “and what do you propose we do?”
he said nothing, merely cupping your cheeks in both his large palm pulling you down for a tender, yet heated kiss. a small gasp let your lips at the sudden contact, one of which made him smile into your lips. his hands moved slowly, down from your cheeks, cupping the swell of your breasts on his palms for a moment, his thumbs flickering over your clothed nipples, feeling them perk up at his touch onder the fabric.
his hands continued to travel downward, from your breast they moved down your stomach, around the wonderful curve of your hips, finally resting on your plump ass, giving the supple flesh a rough squeeze just for good measure. he pulled away from the kiss for a moment, quickly coming to the realisation that you were only hearing panties underneath your… well, his shirt.
“you planned this, didn’t you?” he tilted his head slightly, a sly smirk. a chuckle followed soon after.
“maybe…” you remarked with the same cocky wit in your response, leaning forward to kiss him rather harshly again. his hands slid up your shirt once more, fingertips traced shapes against your skin. he was far too impatient to remove your clothing for now, simply wanting to ravage you then and there.
your hands slipped down from around his neck, gripping his shirt with your nails, hips slowly beginning to grind in his growing bulge. soft moans erupting from his parted lips as you pulled away, fingertips toying with the hem of his sweatpants.
“amore…” { love } he yearned for you, your touch, your warmth, letting a small, primal growl escape his lips when you freed his hard cock from the restraint of his sweatpants
“sei amore della mia vita…” { you are the love of my life }
he lifted your hips up, prying your panties to the side. his lips locked with yours, the tip of his cock teased your soaked folds, slipping into your entrance with ease, adoring the way your tight little cunt stretched around his thick cock.
you could not help yourself, beggining to bounce on his cock, his hands gripped your waist, aiding your movements. your head buried into the crook of his neck, placing loving kisses upon his skin, nipping the flesh slightly with your teeth as a guttural groan parted his lips.
“fuck…i’m close,” he grunted, feeling his cock swell inside your warmth. your cunt throbbing around his size egging him closer to his release. you remained silent, insisting on riding him, focused on helping him achieve release.
your body buzzed with pleasure, slowly thrusting your hips down onto his cock, feeling his thick size stretch you out with ease as his orgasm drew near. you hummed against his lips, your stomach tightening with such need for release.
“m-me too…” you whined, increasing the speed of your movements, throwing you head back in pleasure as a gutteral moan ripped through your throat. claudio’s grip tightened around your waist, he pulled your shirt up, burying his face into your breasts, sucking and biting your sensitive nipples
“amore mio, sborra per me” { my love, cum for me } he growled against your flesh
“that’s it, fare un pasticcio su tutto il mio cazzo” { make a mess all over my cock }
you could not hold on much longer, a fire burning in your belly, cunt pulsing around his big cock, continuing to slam your hips down against his, crying out with release
“oh fuck!-“ you whined, dragging out your moans, juices gushing around his size, thighs shaking as such intense pleasure coursed through you. he was quick to follow suit, lightly biting down on your nipple, his cum flooding your void in a sea of white, filling you to the brim as you slammed down on his cock for a final time, collapsing into him
“amore…” { love… }, he breathed out, softly tucking stray strands of hair behind your ear so he could see your face clearly.
“tu sei il mio sole e le mie stelle. ti amerò per sempre” { you are my sun and stars. i’ll love you forever }
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Claudio Castagnoli SFW and NSFW Headcanons
I...Uh. I don't have any excuse for this.
Enjoy, ya sinners <3
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He's the best, in short.
He's patient, communicates well and loves to talk.
He has soooooo many nicknames for you. He loves way your name feels on his tongue, but loves finding new nicknames for you. Baby, doll, sweetheart, little one, darling, sugar. Even some in Italian and German. You know he's tired or has a lot on his mind when he calls you by your real name
If he feels there's something oof between the two of you he'll always come to you as gently as he can
Upset? He's always ready to comfort you but will definitely give you the space you need
He also loves cooking for others, especially you. Good luck getting a chance in the kitchen because nine times out of ten he'll beat you to the oven
Has an impeccable sense of style and loves to spoil and surprise you with pretty clothes and jewelry too.
Always wants to take you on vacations and drives.
Loves loves loves to cuddle. Look at him! He's perfect for cuddles. Big and fuzzy with the perfect chest to rest your head on while you watch TV together and he rubs your back
Super protective. As much as he loves the thought of you watching him work he hates the idea of you at ringside or even in the crowd. If anyone ever hurt you he'd never forgive himself. Plus he might end up getting in Hella trouble seeking revenge on whoever hurt you.
Plus... he hates seeing other guys flirt with you. He knows damn well he has nothing to worry about... he's just a bit... possessive.
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The epitome of gentleman in the streets, freak in the sheets.
His body is a work of art and he knows it. He's kind of an exhibitionist. He'll fuck you anywhere you'll let him. Allyways, the rental car, in front of hotel room windows and on the balcony. The man is a walking PR nightmare.
He also has a habit of sending you provacative texts, audio, and videos of himself.
He literally had to warn you before you first had sex about how big his dick is. The man is hung.
Finds it cute you can't take all of him in your mouth. He calls the kisses and teasing you do 'kitten licks' and smirks whenever you gag on him.
Loves stuffing you with his fingers and driving you insane.
His thighs were made for riding. He adores the feeling of you throbbing against him as he lays back and watches you move.
Doesn't care for much for restraints like rope. He'd rather just pin you down with his hands, but it does give him away to use all those scarves he has.
Into erotic asphyxiation, loves to have his hand around your throat in certain positions. Especially when he's railing you behind so he can tilt your head back and kiss you or spit in your mouth
He'll bend you in any position he can, sometimes getting a bit too creative. But missionary works perfect for him too. The best position to look into your eyes and tells you how much he loves you while your brain drips put your ears
Loves to mark you, whether in hidden places or spots that'd be easy to notice.
Loves to praise you and talk dirty in every language he knows, even if it's a lil bit mean
"That's it, that's my good slut..."
"Kannst du hören, wie laut du für mich wirst?"
"Adoro quanto sei bagnato, poverino..."
"Right there? You like it right there?"
"Poor baby can't even speak, so cute..."
"That's it, use your big words, that's my baby..."
Sometimes he'll call you "Good _____" in public just to see your pupils go big.
He's so mean but so so sexy.
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𝚂𝚝𝚘𝚌𝚔𝚘𝚕𝚖 (𝚙𝚘𝚜𝚜𝚒𝚋𝚕𝚎 𝚙𝚛𝚘𝚕𝚘𝚐𝚞𝚎?)
Summary: Bored me tries something different (because writer’s block is a bitch) during a bus ride.
Pairing: Blackpool Combat Club x Fem!Reader
Warnings: +18, adult content, semi-erotic content, harsh language, dub-con, mild psychological torture, yandere vibes.
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
The youngest man was placed by the door as security, he couldn’t stop staring at her ever since the others bound her to the chair. His black hair and mischievous almond-shaped eyes gleamed underneath the blinding white lights.
She hadn’t slept in over 24 hours, adrenaline and the clarity in the room had successfully kicked sleep out of her system. She vaguely remembers the faces of two of the men, having bumped them a few times inside her father’s church, but the blonde one and the one by the door were still unfamiliar to her. She still didn’t know where she was, who these men were, and what they could possibly want with someone like her, but still, she found herself here. Somewhere at some place, with the four strangers, being held hostage for no apparent reason.
“I need to go to the bathroom”, she murmured. Red, tired eyes stared bluntly at the young man before her ears captured what sounded like a faint chuckle.
“Didn’t you just go like ten minutes ago?”
“Yes, but I need to go again”, she responded, shrinking herself in the chair when he took three steps forward.
He hovered over her, nose brushing against her perfumed hair, warm breath caressing the skin of her right temple. “What’s so interesting about that bathroom that you wanna go in there all the time, huh?” His hand pushed her hair behind her shoulder, rough fingertips brushing the skin of her neck and shoulder in the meantime. “Maybe I should go in with you to see what interesting things you’re up to”.
Her throat felt coarse and dry, and the many hours without water were beginning to affect her body. She subtly pulled herself away from the young man’s touch, the small action seemed to amuse him since his only response was to get closer to her again.
“Don’t tell me you’re one of the shy ones” He chuckled “You didn’t seem to have one single shy bone in your body when you snuck out of the church with Timmy boy”. The amused chuckle transformed into a full-out laugh as he spotted the disgusted look on her face.
“Tell me” He whispers in her ear “How far did you let Timmy boy go?” his hand grips her thigh, pushing it open until a voice echoes from behind them.
“Yuta! That’s enough” The blonde man stated, slowly walking into the room followed by the other two men. Yuta reluctantly stepped away from her and walked toward the blonde man who beckoned him closer. He whispered something in Yuta’s ear, and the young man just nodded and walked out of the room.
“I deeply apologize for this inconvenience” The blonde man pointed with his finger around the room “But dear old daddy didn’t leave us much of choice”. His eyes wrinkled as he smiled “I’m Bryan. And this is Mox and Claudio”, he pointed back and forth between the man beside him, “We promise you nothing bad will happen to you, as long as you behave and your father keeps his part of the deal, of course. But other than that, I promise you, we’re all gentlemen here”.
She tried to lick her lips in an attempt to moist the dry flesh as she spoke “Could I have some water, please?”
“Of course” The man who went by the name Claudio answered with a smirk. He grabbed a bottle of water from the mini-fridge by the door and opened it before placing it against her chapped lips.
They all stared at her with curiosity, like tourists on a safari. Both Mox and Claudio had a knowing smirk plastered on their lips as Bryan only stood there in silent mockery. Claudio squatted down beside her, pulling the water bottle away from her lips when she began to chug on it.
“Easy there” He whispered “We don’t want you to choke, at least not on water”
When she only answered a small, confused “What?”, Claudio laughed “You’re really cute, I wonder why it took us so long to do this”. He placed small pecks on her exposed shoulder, traveling up to her neck until he reached her cheek.
“Will you be our obedient little girl? Do everything we say with a pretty smile on your face” Claudio placed his chin on her shoulder, deep brown eyes staring directly at her soul “We know you want to” He grinned.
“We’re not like christian boy Timmy who doesn’t know what to do with his little dick” Mox tugged on her hair, pulling it down until she looked up at him. “We’re men, real men” His clear baby blue eyes roamed through her features “I know you’re supposed to keep that cherry intact for your honeymoon, but kitty cat, I’m not so sure that you’ll keep it though. You know why?”
She whined a “No” before she felt Claudio pressing his semi-hard bulge against her shoulder.
Mox took her hand in his as he began “Because unlike your dear old daddy, we love you”, he delicately placed her palm on top of his growing bulge, “See how much we love you?”
A boisterous laugh resonated from the wooden stairs, loud thumps made their way down to the small room until they stopped by the door. “Everything’s ready and the engine is running”. Yuta grinned like the Cheshire cat.
Bryan leaned over her and cut the ropes with a pocket knife. He caresses her hair, places a small peck on her lips, and whispers “Let’s get out of here, shall we?”
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Game Night hc with Blackpool Combat Club?
Game Night is 100% Claudio's idea so that everybody can bond in less intense ways.
That falls apart when Uno and Monopoly are introduced.
After that, the board games have to be triple checked
You help introduce some tabletop games to the group
Mox ends up being great at most of the games despite seemingly not understanding anything.
The last game night of the month if Cards Against Humanity night
Claudio and Mox like to try and make sure that Bryan doesn't win games because they think it's funny when he gets pissy
Wheeler usually lets you win games, and every time he does, the guys tease him about having a crush on you.
#aew x reader#headcanons#aew headcanons#blackpool combat club x reader#bcc x reader#jon moxley x reader#claudio castagnoli x reader#bryan danielson x reader#wheeler yuta x reader#hcs#platonic headcanons
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Power Struggle
The reader used to work for Wardlow. Now she works for MJF and he is intent on breaking her spirit. But she’s fighting back with everything she’s got.
Pairing: None
Warnings/Promises: angst, whump (reader forced to wear a shock collar), MJF is an asshole, (spoiler: happy ending)
Word Count: unknown
Note: I was thinking about this all day and couldn’t do anything else until I typed it out. Feedback is super appreciated.
It had started off beautiful enough.
Being a barista at Claudio Castagnoli’s favorite coffee stop had it’s advantages. Chatting one day about how’d you wanted to get into wrestling without the sweating lead to him getting you trained as a valet. Eventually he introduced you to Wardlow, and you two hit it off right away. There was a gentleman’s agreement that they wouldn’t meet in a match for a while. And Claudio promised to be there if you needed him.
For a while, you were happy. Wardlow appreciated your quick wit and quicker jabs against his opponents. You liked that he made you laugh and bought ribbons for your hair to match your bright ring clothes. Your partnership won Wardlow a second championship.
Then MJF began to strangle your dreams.
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“I’m so glad you two agreed to my changes.” His smile was sickening.
While Wardlow cocked his head, you snatched up the contract he just signed and flipped through. A new paragraph on page three made your blood run cold.
“How does it look, Y/N?” He leaned back in his chair. Shawn Spears snickered over his shoulder. “How does it feel, knowing that if your Wardog loses our match, not only does he lose his championship, but he also loses you.”
Wardlow gripped his pen like a weapon, “Max-”
Your eyes flickered through the text. Each word worse than the last.
“Don’t hate me because you can’t read and because your girl can’t do her job. As such, I’m ensuring she gets a better education in wrestling either way.” He watched your eyes shine with tears you’d die before letting them fall. “Even if you win, Y/N is going to start working for me. Unlikely, but if you manage to retain your championship, we might be able to come to a bargain. Keep in mind,” he yawned, already bored with the havoc he’d wrought, “that clause also keeps you from enacting a rematch for six months when you lose.” He reached across the table for the hand you had spread out to steady yourself. “I can’t wait for you to see what real power looks like.”
With a roar, Wardlow flipped the table. But MJF was already gone, his mission accomplished and plenty of doubt sown.
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The referee was distracted with a fake ring. Wardlow knew MJF’s tricks, and was able to disarm him of one illegal weapon. But Max brought a second. A mixture of a low blow and a sharp punch to Wardlow’s jaw dropped him. Max shouted and bounced off the ropes, drawing the ref’s attention. It looked clean. And the pin was set.
You tried to back away from the ring as MJF raised the title above his head. But you bumped into Shawn Spear’s chest.
“Where do you think you’re going, lovely?” He spun you around, making you watch as MJF placed a boot on the back of Wardlow’s neck and posed. He made eye contact with you. Spears held you in place while MJF dismounted the ring.
“I’m going to make your life hell,” you spat. When he raised his hand to slap you, you set your jaw.
“Hmm.” His hand lowered gently back to his side. “We’ll have to do something about that mouth, won’t we?” Wardlow stirring in the ring caught his attention. You winced as his strong grip started to drag you up the ramp. He included you in his pose on stage where everyone and Wardlow could see you standing by his side, and the championship over his shoulder.
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Weeks passed. You did your best to live up to your promise of making MJF’s life a living hell. If he gave you an order, you did exactly as he asked, but with a twist. He stopped having you bring his morning coffee after you blasted cold air over it in your car on the way to the office. It was obvious he wasn’t going to trust you with any paperwork. You refused to give any input to his plans to rule the AEW roster. He retaliated where he wished. Your usual bright clothes “clashed” with his look. At first he let you wear muted colors, then chose completely black outfits for you to wear. Little by little, any control you had over your budding wrestling career was taken from you.
At ringside, there wasn’t much you could do, either. Spears had his back most of the time. And you were told to “stand there and look pretty” next to the time keeper’s table. It didn’t stop you from shouting your usual cutthroat opinions at MJF. The last one ended in a shouting match after he dismantled some poor competitor.
“I will break you, Y/N. You might as well accept it,” he’d said.
You never thought he’d go this far.
“Miss Y/N, you’re looking extra gloomy this evening.” His bright smile made you want to punch him.
“It’s easy to do when your forcing me to work for the least talented man on the roster.” A smile tugged at your lips when he glowered.
MJF smoothed his lapels. “So rude. And I even had a present to give you.”
“I don’t want it.”
His eyebrow arched. “Are you sure, sweetheart? I thought something inspired by Wardlow might bring a smile to your face.”
The thin, velvet rectangular box he pulled from his jacket was probably untrustworthy. He flicked it open, revealing a necklace crafted to look like a red ribbon with a small paw pendent inset with a green stone. At least it would be a pop of color. Gently, he pulled it out and circled you to put it on. Something heavy clicked behind your neck. The red band was too thick to be a ribbon. It sat it the middle of your throat like a choker. It was too tight. But when you reached back to adjust it, there wasn’t a clasp, but a lock.
MJF fiddle with a key between his fingers as he walked around to stand in front of you. “Good girl, standing there while I put your collar on.” After dropping the key in his pocket, he checked his smart watch.
You growled, “listen here, Max. I-” and then a small electric shock stopped your voice, making you gasp.
He held up his watch to show you the button on the screen. “I figured I might need something to help you behave tonight. Your friend Claudio’s teammate, Wheeler, has requested a title match and contract signing. Don’t worry, I already checked. You’re not mentioned on it.” MJF adjusted his cuff links, then reached for your neck. He grabbed the front of the low-cut top he picked for you to keep you in place. Simply so he could flick the charm. “And don’t even think about trying to get away. The range is good for up to five miles. Your job tonight is to use that sharp tongue of yours against Wheeler and the Blackpool Combat Club when prompted. Anything more, and we’ll have problems. Understood?”
You nodded, but removed MJF’s hand from your blouse.
“I want to hear you, sweet-cheeks. Say ‘I’ll behave, Max’ for me.”
Gritting your teeth, you forced out “I’ll behave-” but another zap stopped you.
“Oops. Sorry.” Max flicked the button on his screen from a red one to a blue one. “It has a setting against loud bitches. Anything above a whisper and I’ll know.” He smiled at you. “I’ll try to remember to turn it off when we get to the ring.” Turning on his heel, he called back. “Fifteen minutes till show-time.”
{*}
You did as he asked. No twists or way out this time. Not when he kept his fingers centimeters away from the screen on his wrist. Wheeler had been shocked to hear your sharp words. Even Claudio, who understood and enjoyed friendly competition, glared at you from time to time.
While MJF rambled on and the contract was passed around for signatures, you tried to make eye contact with Claudio. He ignored you. You kept your hands tightly gripped together on the table. If you reached for the collar, to adjust it or hint to Claudio of it’s use, you were afraid MJF would set it off. The only one who would meet your gaze was Mox. But your pleading eyes did nothing to even pause his angry fidgeting.
“In two weeks, I’m going to raise this championship above your head, Yuta.” MJF stood, holding the belt up high. “Regal, I hope you’ve trained your boy well. I’m looking for an actual challenge.” He threw the mic onto the table and held out his hand towards you. Your pause made him hiss at you. “Take. My. Hand.”
Shivering, you did. MJF squeezed it tight, as if to break your fingers. He led you around the table to leave. Passing Claudio, you mouthed, “help.” But with the speed MJF was going, you weren’t sure he saw it.
Backstage, he was instantly surrounded by Tony and a film crew. He made a show of checking his watch, then nodded to send you off. A few lonely steps later around the corner, you bumped into Wardlow.
“Y/N?”
With a gasp, you grabbed his arm. “You’ve got to get me outta here. Please.” Your whispers hopefully wouldn’t carry far enough for MJF to know something was up. You glanced over your shoulder to check. “I’m not going to make it two weeks, much less the last three months of his contract. He’s controlling me by-”
He sighed. “I’m trying. But according to everyone I’ve asked, the contract I signed is legal. As my valet, it sealed you in. They won’t let me fight him. And if I try to attack him like I did when he had a deathgrip on my contract, they’ll fire me.” He laid his hands on your shoulders. “Not that it did Max any good, but it wouldn’t free you.” Gently, he smoothed down your hair. “I’m doing my best. I’m sorry.”
“I’m sorry too-”
“What could you be sorry about, Y/N?” MJF came around the corner.
You stepped back and pushed Wardlow away. MJF didn’t seem to care.
Wardlow’s lip curled towards a snarl. “She’s sorry she can’t work for me.” He made eye contact with you, holding the snarl as if to push you emotionally away. “As she said a second ago, I was the one who put her here.”
MJF slid a hand around your back to your hip, tugging you close. “That you did. Don’t worry. She’s in better hands.” He nuzzled his nose against your collar. Wardlow stormed past to the sound of MJF’s laughter and your silence.
{*}
Those two weeks passed by with MJF constantly jabbering on about how easy it was going to be to beat Wheeler. Even if the whole Combat Club could be ringside, which he was working on preventing. Your snide comments did nothing but zap you. It felt worth it. Until you poking holes in MJF’s plans made him adjust them to be fool-proof. After each zap, MJF would sit close to you to shush and hug you. He claimed all of this was training and for your better good.
The only time you didn’t have the collar on was when he had Spears teaching you how to interfere from ringside. Another aspect of your training he said Wardlow had neglected. You didn’t bother pointing out that Wardlow didn’t need interference to win a match. After Spears had run you ragged, he helped hold you in place, pinned against the apron, so MJF could put your collar back on.
By the time the pay-per-view arrived, you were a nervous wreck. You tried to remain strong, but every way out was blocked. You couldn’t even tell anyone. MJF was your constant companion. Whispering in your ear things to tear down your confidence. Ramping up the voltage to keep you completely silent when he had to leave you alone. When he trained or fought, he made sure Spears had the watch.
During the match, only Regal was allowed at ringside. You could be there, but Spears stayed in the back as part of the agreement. He fully expected you to help as needed. Spears was more than willing to punish you if you let an opportunity pass. Thankfully, one never came up. MJF used his own shortcomings to ensure his win. While Regal led a battered Wheeler out of the arena, Spears cheerily skipped down to the ring. He dragged you in behind him for MJF’s celebratory speech.
“Smile,” MJF ordered. He maintained eye contact with you as he accepted the control of the watch. The smile you managed wasn’t enough. “A real one.” He wasn’t satisfied until you dug deep for your retail smile.
But before he could address the crowd, the rest of the Blackpool Combat Club and Wardlow slid into the ring. Mox dragged Spears out one way, followed by Claudio. Wardlow tackled MJF, but a low blow reversed the power.
You risked calling out his name. One step towards them, and their scuffle activated your collar. Your scream cut short. It was more intense than anything MJF had hit you with before. Claudio came to your aid, but you are arching and writhing in pain, clawing at the collar. “The watch!” you rasped.
Hazily, you watched the two of them take MJF to the ground. Wardlow smashed the watch against the apron. When he got back to you, you were in a cold sweat and shivering with aftershocks. His fingers reached for the back clasp.
“Key. You need a key.”
Claudio was already on it. He had to practically throw Mox to one side to rummage through Spear’s pockets. But he found it. And soon, you were free.
Wardlow held you close while you shivered. “I’m so sorry, Y/N. You tried telling me, and I was wasn’t listening. If Britt Baker hadn’t seen MJF wrestling that thing on you...” He couldn’t finish.
“I’m sorry too.” Claudio sighed. “I promised to have your back. Then blocked you out when you were being forced to say those terrible things.”
“I don’t blame you. Either of you.” You wiped away your tears. “But what can I do? MJF still has control over me for another few months.”
“Not any more.” Wardlow directed your attention to the stage. “Baker raised hell when she found out what Max was doing to you. Khan tore up the contract. And now Max is going to pay for it.”
The man in question had just managed to crawl to the top of the ramp. He stopped in front of six pairs of boots. Britt Baker stood there, flanked by Kris Stratlander, Nyla Rose, Athena, Jade Cargill, and Anna Jay. Their differences were put aside. For you. MJF screamed the entire time they dragged him out of the ring.
Wardlow tilted your face up. “We would all completely understand if you want to leave. This is more than anything that should have happened to you.”
“Leave?” You accepted the help getting to your feet. “Nuh-uh. I’m just now getting the hang of it.” Weakly, you offered a real smile. “Besides, we’ve got to get your title back.”
Claudio snickered. “What if I wanted to try for it next?”
You shared a look with Wardlow. “Then I guess... let the games begin.”
((*))
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