#wheeler yuta 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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Heyyyyy I just came up with this but headcanons with the boys if their so is in college and has a bunch of missing work how and how they would deal with it (not like this is related to me rn totally DONT have have 20+ missing assignments that r do Thursday😮💨) if not that’s fine I just needing something to do so I felt like I was being productive cuz I don’t feel like doing work in my week off. Thought I’d submit ideas for writers so I’d be doing smt!
AEW STARS React to: Their S/O In College (and Taking Finals)
Pairings: Nick Wayne x Reader, Darius Martin x Reader, Hook x Reader, Dante Martin x Reader, Christian Cage x Reader, MJF x Reader, Eddie Kingston x Reader, Wheeler Yuta x Reader
Word Count: 1.2K
Supreme Speaks: hey yall, finals kicked my butt, but we back and packed up in here! to this lovely anon, i hope you got everything done and passed with flying colors (ik i struggled). but anyways, please remember that you are loved and appreciated, and also that you are more than a gpa.
Warnings: none i think, grammarly wasn't working so barely proofread, no gifs as tumblr don't wanna work rn
Taglist: @hooks-martin @sheinthatfandom @triscillal @cassie0sstuff @eddie-kingstons-wifey @hookerforhook @batzy-watzy @wwenhlimagines
i totally forgot to add my beautiful besties my bad
Nick Wayne
Hahaha He is the last person you should be going to for help
If anything, Nick believes that you should just leave it alone and just be in candy land with him
But he knows how hard it is for you and how important it is
So he’ll try his best to help you actually do the assignments
Like you two split up how much work you have and he does half the assignment
I think he would find it fun; pulling all nighters in the library and doing work with their S/O until like 4 am
Every night would be a new adventure
Would let you review the work before you submit it
But anything science-related
Don’t ask him shit
I see him as more of a math person
Darius Martin
I see Darius definitely as a liberal arts or literature person
Like he can edit your papers (he’s your personal chat gpt)
I think Darius would help you by creating a schedule
Like when you need to get stuff done by
BUT
He takes it a step further by allocating time limits for each assignment
Like you can only work on assignment 1 for an hour and 30 minutes each day
Something tells me he is particular with schedules
Darius will keep you on track as if he’s getting paid for it
“Y/N, your break ended 3 minutes ago. LETS GO”
Will definitely help you with researching topics cause that takes a while
Don’t ask him shit about math
Dante Martin
Doesn’t particularly understand what you are going through
But nonetheless he hates that he doesn’t see you as much anymore
I can see him just giving you gifts and words of encouragement
Will tutor you if you need help…but realize that this is not high school science
“You mean there is more than Chemistry I? CHEMISTRY VI? ORGANIC-“
He soon gives up
Stays up with you and drags you away from work if needed
IMAGINE DANTE SAYING “COME TO BED BABY” OMG MY HEART
Will help you with assignments like Nick
Will reward you for all your hard work (wink wink)
Tries to distract you and give you moments for fun/relaxation
After the dust is settled, he’s just happy that you are out of the shackles of academia and you two can hang out stress-free
Hook
MANS IS NOT BOTHERED WITH YOUR BULLSHIT
Has the constant “I told you to start on these assignments earlier” look on his face
If anything he will just supply you with food, energy drinks, and emotional support
But if you thing this man will give you any type of physical help
YOU ARE LYIN TO YOURSELF SWEETHEART
Will secretly complain about your lack of self care or wishing he could actually help in Italian
Fancanon: Hook can speak Italian
If he thinks you have been working too much
He will save your work and shut your laptop down
Will make sure you did everything on your checklist before turning the assignments in
If you need him to print stuff off, just ask, he’ll do it
Unless it’s 1 am…then he’s telling you to take your ass to sleep
Wheeler Yuta
Okay, this man can actually help you
WITH HIS CUTE ASS GLASSES
He truly understands what you are going through as he used to be in your shoes
Mans will tutor you until you are smarter than him
Loves helping you with history and shit
“No the War of 1812 didn’t happen in 1937”
Gives you helpful study and test-taking tips
Tries to make you drink healthy caffeinated drinks not Monsters or Red Bulls
Believes they are the devil and will slap them out of your hands
“What did I say? Red Bull gives you horns, not wings…no not horns for being horny”
Will give you little trinkets or treat you out to dinner when you complete your assignments/exams
He just wants you to remain healthy during this stressful time
Christian Cage
I feel like if anything Christian is a professor…with the way he be schooling those-
He’s probably very knowledge in various subjects
He just does them the old-fashioned way
“What the hell is this?…Whatcha mean this is the new way?”
But if anything he’ll adapt to it, just trying to help you
I HAVE A THEORY that he’ll stay up reading the next chapter or the directions for your next assignment and tries to figure out ways to make the process easier
So the next day you walk out to the table and you see the parts of your project laid out and labeled
“I know it’s a lot but we break it up like this, you should be able to complete by tomorrow”
Christian takes pictures of you two so he can look back and bring up times like the Vietnam war
Makes you take breaks, in which he’ll work in your place
When you get your grade back, it’s yalls grade
not yours
MJF
Straight up pays for a tutor/homework helper
But stays in the room and yells at them cause you are still confused and behind
I mean this in the nicest way
Max is no damn help
He is laughing at you while he’s putting on his scarf
“Imagine doing homework to get a little paper for a job! That’s what you get for not being born rich”
Will post you on instagram and claim that homework and exams are to test idiots
But will quickly change his tune when you place a physics worksheet in front of him
“WHY IS THE GREEK ALPHABET HERE?”
Issues you a public apology and vows to never make fun of you again
If anything MJF supplies you with emotional support, letting you know that your feelings are valid
Will buy you new shoes or something massive for surviving and passing everything
Eddie Kingston
Now when I say don’t ask him anything
DON’T ASK HIM ANYTHING! HE’LL JUST SAY
“Doll, imma be real, I have a GED. I dunno shit”
He can only laugh from afar and say “glad I don’t have to do that shit”
But if you ask him anything about English or Shakespeare, he got you
Will recite random Shakespeare quotes to provide entertainment
I think he proofreads your papers to ensure they make sense
I do think he can help with researching and giving you credible websites
Other than that, his designated role is paper weight or waterboy
He believes your every word when you groan about school
That’s all he can do but you don’t complain about it
After he loves you and you love him
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two of my fav pretty boys <3
Summary: The reader is in a storyline as the first female member of the BCC as well as Wheeler's on-screen girlfriend. Tyler is her ex and doesn't like the way Wheeler is around the reader.
"I'm allowed to see my friends Wheeler." You narrow your eyes at Yuta as the two of you walk through the loading docks. "Besides, we're only fake dating, remember?" You remind him.
"That doesn't mean I want anyone messing around with you during this storyline." Yuta replies. "It would look bad for the cameras. Besides, what's wrong with the BCC locker room?" He asks you.
You roll your eyes at Yuta. You've been engrossed in a storyline where you've been dating Wheeler and being initiated into the BCC as their first female member. In the few weeks that the storyline has been going on Wheeler has become quite protective and guarded with you.
"It's a locker room full of sweaty old men, Wheeler." You scoff. "It's nasty. Why can't I just hang out in the girls locker room until your match?" You whine.
"Come on, YN. It's only be for a little while." Wheeler assures you. "Plus we can't strategize if you aren't with me." He adds.
You huff out a breath and nod. "Fine." You sigh. "Just please don't linger in there forever like last time." You ask him.
"I won't. Promise." Wheeler insists and grabs your hand to drag you reluctantly along at his side.
You and Wheeler head down to the locker room of the BCC. When you arrive, Jon and Claudio are already there hanging out.
"Hey, guys." Wheeler greets everyone when he comes through the door.
"Yeah, hey guys." You add with a small wave.
Jon and Claudio both offer you a nod and a small smile. You sit down in an empty chair and pull out your phone while you wait for Wheeler. While you're waiting for Wheeler to get changed you get a text from your newly separated ex, Hook aka Tyler. The message is asking you to meet up with him before Wheeler's match.
"Hey, Wheeler, I'm gonna go say hello to Skye." You get up from your seat. "I'll be back in a few minutes."
Wheeler nods, too busy with digging through his bags to give you a more detailed answer. You head out of the locker room and make your way to an empty stairwell where you and Tyler used to often hang out. When you pull open the door, Tyler is sitting on the bottom step waiting for you.
"What do you want, Tyler?" You cross your arms as the door clicks shut behind you.
"I just wanted to talk." Tyler replies, his usual stoic expression on his face. He pats the spot on the step next to him wanting you to join him.
Reluctantly, you sigh and take a seat next to Tyler on the step. However, your arms remain crossed in front of you. "Make it quick, Tyler. I've got to be out in the ring with Wheeler soon." You explain.
"Wheeler." Tyler scoffs. "Of course." You notice his jaw clench a bit. "Why did you even take this dumb storyline in the first place?" He asks you.
"It's better than sitting around in catering." You reply sharply. "What is this really about, Tyler? You didn't make me come all the way down here just to complain did you?" You ask him.
Tyler wipes his hand over his face in frustration. "What if I did?" He asks you.
"You broke up with me, Tyler!" You remind him with a scoff. "So you've got no right to be asking me anything about Wheeler, or what I'm up to." You scold him.
Frustrated with Tyler, you get to your feet and go to storm off. Tyler reaches out and grabs your hand to stop you. His grip is strong enough to force him to his feet as you walk to the door.
"Let me go, Tyler." You turn back to his and try to pull your arm away.
"No!" Tyler keeps his grip on you. "Not until I know that you're alright." He adds.
You stop pulling and look at Tyler. "What? Tyler, I'm fine." You insist. "Why the hell wouldn't I be?" You ask him.
"I don't like Yuta. Never have." Tyler replies. "And I especially don't like him always hovering over you like some fucking guard dog." He grits his teeth.
"We're playing a couple, Tyler." You roll your eyes and manage to pull your hand free this time. "That's what couples do! That's what you used to do!" You remind him. "God, what is wrong with you? You broke up with me, Ty!"
Tyler hangs his head and solemnly nods. "I know." He replies quietly. "It was a mistake."
"A mistake?" You scoff. "I'm leaving, Tyler. Don't follow me." You turn sharply on your heel and swing the door open harshly.
Tyler remains in place as you stomp back to the BCC locker room. Wheeler is ready for his match when you arrive but he notices right away that you seem pissed off.
"YN? What's up? You look pissed." Wheeler walks over to you.
"I'm fine." You reply dryly.
Wheeler nods and the two of you head out to the ring for his match. Wheeler does his usual entrance and you hang at his side playing the mischievous doting girlfriend. The two of you make it to the ring and you kiss Wheelers cheek before he heads inside the ring.
Wheelers opponent for the night comes down to the ring and you take your place in Wheeler's corner on the floor. The bell rings and Wheeler gets to work. You hang out and watch Wheeler take down his opponent. You cheer for Yuta and belittle his opponent to distract him. Wheeler ends up pulling a win by using the ring ropes as leverage when the referee isn't looking. The bell rings again and you cheer for Yuta as you hop into the ring to celebrate with him.
"Better look next time, loser." You step over Wheeler's fallen opponent with a laugh. "Yuta! Nice work, baby!" You giggle and attach yourself to Wheeler's side to show off for the crowd.
You and Wheeler flourish a bit for the audience, acting like a happy couple. The two of you are to busy messing around to notice Wheeler's opponent pick himself off the mat and rush Wheeler with little regard for you.
"Crap! YN, look out!" Wheeler spots his attacker right before he's on you and gives you a shove away from him.
You stumble backwards and trip over your own feet. Your clumsiness gets the better of you and you slip right through the middle rope and tumble to the floor. Wheeler quickly dispatches his attacker and slides down to the floor to check on you. But as he's making his way out of the ring he spots Tyler come barreling down the ramp as well.
"YN! Are you alright!" Tyler reaches your side just as Wheeler makes it to the floor at your feet.
"Tyler?" You stare up at him. "What are you doing out here?" You confront him.
Wheeler kneels down and grabs your arm to help you to your feet. You lean on him and stand up straight with Tyler hovering as close as possible.
"I saw you fall." Tyler explains. "I just wanted to make sure that you're alright."
"That's what I'm here for." Wheeler replies in a snarky tone. "YN, you're alright, right?" He turns to check on you. "I'm sorry, I didn't mean to shove you that hard. But I wanted to make sure that you were out of the way." He explains.
You nod and pat Wheeler's arm. "Yeah, I'm fine. I've had way worse bumps than that, Yuta." You assure him. "Tyler, you can't just come out here like this!" You turn back to Tyler standing silently next to you. "We're not together anymore! Enough!" You reminds him yet again.
"What? We broke up so I'm not allowed to be concerned for your safety?" Tyler protests. "I still care about you, YN. Which is more than I can say about this tool." He sneers at Wheeler.
"Excuse me?" Wheeler snaps back at him. "I care about, YN! Why don't you screw off, pretty boy!" He puffs his chest out at Tyler.
You step between the pair before a fight breaks out. "That's enough!" You shout at them both. "Come on Wheeler, let's go." You turn to him and grab his arm. "Tyler. I appreciate that you wanted to make sure that I'm alright. But enough is enough. You broke up with me. So do like you wanted and stay away."
Tyler nods at you with a soft expression and steps back to give you space.
"Yeah, you heard her. Back off." Wheeler adds with a sneer.
"You'd better shut your mouth." Tyler mumbles to himself but remains in place because you asked him to back off.
You and Wheeler head up the ramp and Wheeler throws an arm around you to tease Tyler. You roll your eyes but know that there's nothing you can do about it. Boys will be boys. And right now they're competing to see who's the better man.
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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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1 Night of Peace (18+)
Wheeler Yuta x f/Reader x Hook
Main Masterlist ♡ AEW Masterlist ♡ Hook Masterlist ♡ Wheeler Yuta Masterlist
Warnings: Some swearing. Smut under the cut. Descriptive sexual acts. Unprotected sex. 3sum. Oral (m & f receiving)
Just like all my other stories, this has not been proofread, but please enjoy
Gifs and photos do not belong to me. 1st gif @shawtys-things
Requested by @legit9thlunaticwarrior a while ago. Sorry it has taken so long.
Paul - Wheeler Yuta ◆ Tyler - Hook
YN'S POV
"Come on, you can take it all. Be a good girl for us." Paul groaned from behind me as he pushed my head further down Tyler's cock, forcing more and more of his cock down my throat.
Paul's other hand was gripping my hip so tight as he fucked me as hard as he could. His powerful thrusts were forcing more and more of Tyler's cock down my throat until my face was pressed into his pubic hair.
I thought back to how I got here, with my pussy and mouth both stuffed, with these two men who despise each other.
I found the two of them arguing in the elevator, the three of us on the same floor. "Oh my, will you two shut up. I am sick of this." I said to them as I stood between the two of them.
"Mind your business, YN." They both said.
"No, I am sick of this. We all are. Just one night, just one night of fucking peace."
They both scoffed at me, but then an idea hit me. "I know how to get one night of peace."
"How?" Paul asked me.
"Oh shit. Knew you would be a great fuck." Paul moaned. "You gotta feel her mouth. Feels like heaven." Tyler groaned as he fucked my face.
"I bet she can take both of us in her pussy, couldn't you sweetheart?" My pussy clenched around Paul's cock, and I moaned around Tyler's cock.
"She likes that idea." Tyler said, as he pulled his cock out of my mouth, leaning down, placing his hand under my chin and leaning down to look me in eyes.
The only rule I placed was no kissing, which I deeply regret as I wanted nothing more than to kiss these two men.
"You want two cocks stuffed in your tight little pussy, baby?" I nodded my head, wanting nothing more.
Paul pulled out of me, making me whine at the loss. Paul laid on the bed and pulled me into his lap, sitting me on his cock.
Tyler got behind me and pushed me to lay across Paul's chest. "Relax." Paul said as Tyler started to push his cock in my pussy, making me cry out.
Tyler rubbed my back as he finally bottomed out, his and Paul's cocks stretched me out to my limits.
"You can move." I finally said.
The both of them started to move, gently. Watching me and my body language to see if I was in any pain.
"Faster." The words barely left my lips and the two of them were fucking me with all their worth.
The two of them quickly brought me to my first orgasm, and second and third. By the fourth one, I was gone. I was to fucking cock drunk. I was practically drooling on Paul's chest.
"Fuck, gonna cum." Tyler groaned. His hips stuttering.
"Shit, me too." Paul cried out.
They finished right after one another. I don't even know who came first as they both filled me.
I got the one night of peace.
They can't argue if they are busy fucking me. I may just offer my services to keep them from getting at each other throats.
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𝚂𝚝𝚘𝚌𝚔𝚘𝚕𝚖 - 𝙲𝚑𝚊𝚙𝚝𝚎𝚛 𝟸
Warnings: +18, adult content, semi-erotic content, harsh language, dub-con, mild psychological torture, yandere vibes, slow burn.
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Chapter 1
“But first” Claudio squeezed the flesh of her hip, making sure to apply enough pressure to make her feel his trimmed nails sinking into her skin.
It was a silent warning, she could feel the harshness of every word underneath his deadly grip. She would have to be careful with this one, he wasn’t completely under her spell as Mox was. And even though Yuta was dangerous, he was a minor one compared to the bald man.
She could see it in his eyes, as Claudio slowly released her flesh, that he wouldn’t think twice before hurting her.
And if she’d like to have any sort of advantage over these men, she would have to get at least two of them on her side.
“Let’s have our snack before it gets cold” Claudio grinned, his dark eyes sparkled with knowledge and a fake warmness that was meant to give her a false sense of security.
She knew that look all too well, being familiar with it ever since she was a child, she could sense it from a mile away. This one was smarter than Yuta and Mox together.
This one was going to be responsible for putting her acting skills to the test.
Claudio had brought them two grilled cheese sandwiches, a cup of coffee for himself, a cup of orange juice for her, and a small bowl of chopped fruits. Strawberries, kiwis, red and green grapes were the ones she could spot on the top of the porcelain bowl.
She slightly frowned, these were not only all of her favorite fruits but it was also intriguing to her how they had managed to find kiwi in her town.
The fruit is typically grown in temperate climates with mild winters and warm summers, and that was the exact opposite climate of her town.
All of the times she craved to eat the exquisite fruit, she had to drive at least 3 hours to the closest state with a temperate climate so she could find the sweet yet tangy-tasting fruit at the grocery store.
This was odd, to say the least. It was either an indication that they were distant from her town or that the men who kidnapped her came from somewhere far from where she lived.
“Do you like kiwis?” Claudio asks, suddenly curious about her apparent fixation over the fruit.
“Yes,” She nodded, momentarily licking her lips in order to try to fake a nervousness. “It’s one of my favorites…I haven’t eaten it in a long time”
“Well, ain’t today your lucky day?” The smile on Claudio’s lips was spine-chilling, like an owl’s hoot on a winter night. A bad omen for what was yet to come.
Her eyes found the deer’s head on the wall once again, it whispered softly to her, humming a familiar tune over and over like a broken record.
She felt it before she could see it, the sweetness followed by the tanginess and slightly acidic taste of the fruit against her lips, her eyes darted down to Claudio’s fingers, which held the piece of fruit against her bottom lip.
The once-friendly flavor now tasted hostile, aggressive, malicious, and venomous. The man before her had poisoned it with his touch, and nausea began to rise up her throat.
Staring at the Swiss man who was now face to face with her, she watched as his tongue darted out to collect the juices of the green fruit spread across her lips. She felt it, the warm and rough texture of the muscle tasting her skin. And before she could rationalize what had happened, the man whispered “Lay down”.
Her eyes fixated on his as he spoke:
“I’m going to ask you some questions, and for each correct answer I’ll reward you with some of your favorite fruits” Claudio smiled widely “Let’s begin”.
The winter wind blew against her wet skin, prickling and burning her delicate flesh. Uncontrolled shivers run through her entire body, a sharp pain constricts her lungs and pressure begins to install itself in her chest, making her already shallow breath become weaker with each drag of breath in.
Her eyes tingled with the unshed tears and her throat burned with the desire to scream through the howling wind.
“I can see your tears from here, dytyna. You’re not fooling anyone” Mykola laughs, pulling a long drag of his cigarette as she screamed at the top of her lungs “FUCK YOU!”.
The temper tantrum only served to make her father’s right-hand laugh louder, his combat boots sank into the snow as he squatted down, “Are you feeling better now? Good, now control your emotions from now on. You’re a smart kid, but you let your mind take over and that’s a terrible mistake. The last thing you want is to be your own enemy, got it?”.
She nodded weakly before Mykola snarled “I asked if you got it”
“Dobre, ya zrozumiv.” She answers, shaking violently as another harsh gust of wind hits her wet skin.
The Ukrainian man tossed the cigarette bud on the snow before helping her stand up from the floor, “Let’s get inside, we’re done for today”. Placing a thick blanket around her body, Mykola opened the back door of the warehouse and pushed her inside with him. A fluffy navy blue towel covered her head as he carefully dried her hair, “Can we go near the fire?” She asked with trembling limbs.
“No” Mykola softly pushed her down to sit on the old armchair, “You’re hypothermic, if we do that you’ll die. We need to warm up your body slowly, we’ll stay here for now, and as time goes by we’ll move closer to the fire”.
Mykola “Myko” Kolavenko was her father’s right-hand and her bodyguard ever since she was a child, he was the closest she’d ever get to a fatherly figure, and most of the time even being referred to as so by her. When she was 4 years old, Myko wanted to introduce her to martial arts as a way of discipline and self-defense, but her father completely forbade “Men are supposed to defend and fight, not women! I don’t want her to become a tomboy, Myko. She will fit the role God created her for, which is a woman who will be a wife, a mother, a nurturing figure” Was her father’s first and last statement about the subject.
After finding her in the kitchen crying over her father’s response, Myko sat beside her on the table, dried her tears, and whispered “Your father didn’t let us train your body, but he didn’t say we can’t train your mind”.
“What do you mean?” She looked up at him, hope written all over her innocent eyes.
“Means you’ll be able to beat me at poker” Myko winked, which made her giggle.
The memory made her smile and from the armchair, her eyes now settled on his wrinkled face. “Do you think I’m able to beat you at poker now?” She joked, teeth chattering as Myko placed another heavy blanket around her body.
The man chuckled, pulling an old chair in front of her so they could seat face to face, “Absolutely fucking not. At least not yet, you still have a long way to go before I even allow you near a poker table”.
“Why?” She frowned
“Because I don’t want to lose money” Myko winks with a smirk. He grabs a whisky glass and fills it to the brim with the amber liquid.
“Do you think I’ll ever be able to do it, Myko? To control my mind, I mean. Sometimes I feel like I’m stuck like it’s all for nothing. I don’t think I’m having any progress at all, and it’s fucking frustrating”.
Myko took a big gulp of the whisky and let the all too familiar burning feeling settle in his throat. “Training the body is easier than training the mind. After a few years of training you kill the receptive nerves of pain in your body and well, you become basically painless. Meaning it doesn’t distract you anymore, someone can punch you in the face and it won’t shock you or disorient you. Now the mind is way more problematic because it’s in constant change, as you grow older your mind and perception change and you have to adapt to a completely different reality. Compare yourself from 6 months ago to now, you’ve changed so much in here” Myko tapped her left temple, “And it will happen again 6 months from now, so you have to be able to adapt to everything, dytyna, because you never know what’s going to happen. The reason why I put you outside on a winter night in Kyiv and wetted your skin is to start to accustom your mind to be in uncomfortable and under pressure sceneries because that’s when your whole system becomes alert. Emotions appear all at once, your mind races due to stress, pain, and despair, and you either shut down or do something really stupid that will have catastrophic consequences so you have to learn how to act during times like this.
“You will register your feelings, your thoughts of despair and agony, but they won’t be what drive and guide you anymore because you’ll control them not the other way around. That’s the most valuable lesson you have yet to learn, divchynka. Control your mind before it controls you because if that happens, you’re doomed. Completely fucked”.
Myko grabbed another glass of whisky and filled it with the equivalent of two shot glasses, he handed the glass to her and she frowned in confusion. “It’ll be our secret” He winked as she took the cup in her hand.
“Here’s to not being completely fucked” Myko clicked their glasses together before smiling fondly “Happy 16th birthday”.
“Thank you” She smiled back, a hint of sadness hid behind her soft smile, “And thank you for not letting me spend today alone…it means a lot”.
“You can always count on me, dytyna. Even when I’m not there”.
And as the warm tears rolled down her cheeks, she felt Myko’s arms pulling her closer to a tight embrace.
Would Myko be proud of her? Not only of the adult woman she became but mostly of her approach to what was currently happening? Would he be proud of her Machiavelli-like persuasion, of her theatrical skills, and what about her ability to be cohesive? If he could see her now would he applaud her choices or curse her through her less appealing tactics?
“Everyone can lie, dytyna. But a valley is what separates a liar from a good liar. And a bridge is what separates a good liar from a magnificent liar. And that’s who you’re aiming to be: a magnificent liar. To a point where no one, not even me, can tell apart a truth from a lie”.
And that she had successfully achieved, if there was one thing she had learned from Myko from a very young age was to be a terrific liar.
That is her advantage over the Swiss man before her, he can have the wits and the strength, but she has the biggest advantage of all time: she knows how to lie.
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Pumpkin Picking
Pairing: Wheeler Yuta x female!reader
Category: Fluff
Word count: 845
Summary: You take your boyfriend to pick out the perfect pumpkin for carving.
Warnings: None, except one swear word at the end
A/N: This is Day 1 of the Season of Fluff 2023 prompt list that @katries created with the help of @mrsmatt
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Autumn has finally rolled around once again and you couldn’t be happier. The cool crisp air, the gorgeous trees in their red, yellow, and orange leaves. The pumpkins and the hot chocolate, soups and sweaters were a must. You had your own little fall traditions and one of them was pumpkin picking. You loved searching the fields for the perfect pumpkin to carve or paint, depending on your mood. This year your sweet boyfriend was partaking in the tradition. To say you were excited was an understatement.
“What about this one?” Wheeler asked as he lifted up a tall medium sized pumpkin. You looked up and grinned as you made your way towards him, abandoning the pumpkins you were examining to get a good look at what he found.
“It’s nice, but it’s too tall. It has to be round and little bigger but not too big.” You explained, putting emphasis on too big. You went back to scanning the ground for what you called the ‘perfect pumpkin’.
Wheeler let out a sigh as you turned away from him. He sat the pumpkin back on the ground. Standing up, a pumpkin caught his eye. It was bigger than the one he just had and it was round, just like you wanted. Wheeler made a beeline for the pumpkin and proudly carried it to you. “This one. This is your perfect pumpkin.” He beamed.
You spun around caught off guard by his sudden proximity to you. You took in his appearance as he presented you the pumpkin. His hair was starting to stick to his forehead with perspiration, his eyes shined bright and his smile was one of the widest you had ever seen from him. His Blackpool Combat Club jacket was half zipped and one of the sleeves had fallen off his shoulder. This was hands down the cutest he had looked since arriving at the pumpkin patch. You finally looked at the pumpkin in his arms. It looked perfect!…. except for the big dent near the bottom. You didn’t have the heart to tell him. “It looks perfect babe!” You did your best to give him a convincing smile.
Unfortunately, at least for this moment, Wheeler saw how your smile didn’t reach your eyes and how your eyes didn’t light up like they do when you’re happy or excited. “There’s something wrong with it, isn’t there?” He let out a breath and hung his head, closing his eyes in the process.
“I’m sorry Wheeler. It is perfect, there’s just a dent at the bottom.” You genuinely felt awful for taking so long. “I’m sorry I’m being so picky, I just want this pumpkin to look good so it will look even better when I carve it. I have this image of what I want and I really want it to match the vision.” You explained, taking the pumpkin away from Wheeler and setting it down. You slipped your hands into his and gave a little squeeze. “Let’s just go home. I’ll figure something else out.” You said as you began to tug him in the direction of the car.
“Wait.” Wheeler stopped in his tracks causing you to stop as well. “We’re going to find you that perfect pumpkin.” He stated matter-of-factly.
You looked him in the eyes and you saw the determination in them. “Really it’s fine. We’ve been here for two hours and I’m not happy with any of the ones we’ve looked at. I don’t want to waste anymore of your time. It’s silly anyways.” You pulled him by the hand once again to get him to start walking.
“No.” Wheeler’s voice was stern and he had a serious look on his face, one that told you he was dead set on finding you this pumpkin. “You’re not wasting my time and this isn’t silly. This is something you love doing and you have a really cool design picked to carve. I can see that it means a lot to you which means it means a lot to me too.” Wheeler tucked your hair behind your ear and rested his palm on your cheek. “I love you and I will always help you with anything you need even picking out a pumpkin.” He placed a gentle kiss to your forehead and pulled you into a hug.
You wrapped your arms around him, breathing in his natural scent mixed with his cologne made you feel at home, loved, and safe. It always grounded you ever since you first met.
After some time in your boyfriend’s embrace, you finally pulled away. Your eyes trailed up from his chest to his face, your eyes locking with his. “Can we get hot chocolate after this?” You grinned knowing Wheeler Yuta never turns down hot chocolate.
“Hell yeah!” He exclaimed, a smile spreading across his face. “Let’s check that patch over there.” He said, pointing a few feet away.
“Race ya!” You laughed as you took off towards the next pumpkin patch. Wheeler just laughed and shook his head at your little trick, racing after you.
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BCC gangbang hcs?
Things get ROUGH
They like taking turns and pushing you well past your limits
Mox likes it when you get really rough with him and do things like slapping and scratching him
Claudio pushes you the hardest because he has the biggest dick of them all, and the best stamina
Wheeler often ends up drawing the short straw and having to go last, but he's a bit more gentle with you than the other guys
Daniel is very vocal and while he thinks that he's being nice, sometimes his words can be a bit degrading
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Headcanon: Wheeler Yuta + soft
Fandom: Wrestling
Yuta might be a little shit but he is YOUR little shit
Yuta can be a little too much sometimes, his playful side coming out often but then he is also a little old fashioned, a perfect gentleman, and loves taking care of his S/O
He brings you flowers on every date, makes you hand written letters when he is away for too long
He’d go slower in the relationship in general but that doesn’t mean his heart doesn’t go 100 a mile whenever he sees you
Yuta writes about all the special moments in letters, the first time holding hands, first hug, first kiss… he plans on showing you down the line. He would never admit in public that he does all of this for you but he is comfortable being vulnerable with you
He talks about you to his friends all the time, but waits for you to meet them until the relationship becomes more serious
He ignores conversations thinking about you, his friends tease him about how in love he looks
Whenever he feels your voice sound sad or notices something off, he ends up knocking at your door with your favorite snack/food in hand, you hug him tight, and depending on how you feel, you talk about what is bothering you
He loves to hold you in his arms and run his hand through your hair, kiss your forehead, whisper sweet things in your ear, kinship is very important to him, more than words, he’ll put a hand on your shoulder, entangle your fingers together or put a hand on your hip
One time he gets a cold, you take care of him, he had fever and slept most of the day, he hears you talking and in this dream he thinks an angel came down to help him, when Yuta finally realizes it’s you, he is convinced that one day he will marry you
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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."
#smut#blackpool combat club x reader#aew imagine#aew imagines#bryan danielson x reader#aew fanfiction#william regal x reader#wheeler yuta x reader#jon moxley x reader#claudio castagnoli x reader
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• violence. — wheeler yuta •
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{ masterlist } | { aew masterlist } | { wheeler yuta masterlist }
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{ summary } — despite a win, fury flooded through him, he needed to let that violence out one way or another
{ warnings } — 18 + { minors do not interact }, small injury spitting, domination, submissive x dominant dynamic, angry sex, face slapping, blood/blood play impact play, choking, breath play finger sucking, degradation, fingering dacryphilia, face fucking, oral sex { male receiving }, facials, cumshots, spanking, pussy slapping, forced orgasms , multiple orgasm, male + female orgasms, internal cumshots, rough sex, penetrative sex, vaginal sex, unprotected sex, creampie, squirting
{ word count } — 2k
{ pairing } — fem!reader x wheeler yuta
{ genre } — smut
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it all seemed a blur, the motion of his fist collided with the cold brick with a sickening thud, the way he showed no emotion after the fact, simply staring with a calloused scowl, completely unmoved by the tiny chips of red brick and fresh blood that flooded the pale skin of his knuckles. he’d been hardened, battle-tested by mox and the rest of the blackpool combat club. pain was nothing to him, certainly nothing he’s not been through already. still you could not help but stand in disbelief as the uncanny look of rage burned deep within him.
he’d won the match, hell, he got the pin and over kenny omega of all people. yet there was a thirst still lurking, hungry for more violence and bloodshed. punching the wall seemed like the only logical option to let said anger out.
without a word you pried his knuckles from the brick, noticing how the little chips of terracotta red stained his skin, small cuts forming around them as warm pools of blood slowly began to seep to the surface. you cupped his hand in yours, daintily, almost afraid that the slightest movement would set him off, still he remained stoic, eyes fixated on the wall still
“on your knees. now.” he muttered through a scowl, teeth clenched with a subtle growl to his words. you blinked a couple of times, you heard him of course but still could not help but be perplexed by his statement. his hand rose once more, tangling his long digits in your hair, tugging at the scalp, pushing you to your knees before him.
“you playing dumb with me, sweetheart?” his question, although rhetorical, left an unsavoury ringing in your ears. “when i tell you to do something, you better fucking do it”
the words, the actions, it just was not him, mox had definitely taught him a thing or two that’s for sure. his hand remained in your hair, tugging at the roots every so often to make sure you were looking up at him, throwing in a slap or two just for good measure. your eyes would fall to his bulge, prominent, yet hidden behind the black jeans he was sporting in place of his usual ring gear. they sat low on his hips, v-line prominent as your eyes scanned his figure.
his free hand, quick with its movements, undid the button of his jeans. in quick succession his cock now free from the shield of the fabric, slapping his tip against the swell of your bottom lip. he did not ask for you to open wide, instead using his tip to pry your mouth open, forcing himself down your throat.
“fuck…” he groaned out, elongating the word, holding himself in your throat for a few seconds. he could already begin to see the glimmer in your eyes, how they stung and burned each time you tried to inhale a breath, wet and teary, beginning to drip down your cheeks. he had not even started moving and already had you clawing at his thighs for air.
“pathetic…” he pulled back slightly, allowing the smallest chance at a breath, before slamming his cock down the back of your throat with such lovely force. he propped your skull in both hands, your mouth nothing more than a fleshlight, a toy for his pleasure only.
you managed to sneak a glance up at him, through teary, burning eyes. his head hung back in pleasure, tongue parting his lips, mouth hung slightly agape, pleasure dripping from every moan and groan that left his throat.
“feels so fucking good…” he increased the momentum of his hips, keeping your head close as he held himself down your throat once more, adoring the sounds of chokes gurgles and barely-there breaths. you nails dig into his exposed thighs, clawing down the skin with deep red marks. he’d noticed some of the blood from his knuckles beginning to drip down his wrist, on your forehead, he smirked down at the sight, loving how well the shade of ruby complemented your skin tone. he pulled away for a second, smearing the droplet of blood across your face
“you look so fucking good covered in blood, princess” he whispered through his teeth, slamming your head down onto his cock so hard that he was sure to bruise the back of your throat. “it gets me off quicker knowing that it’s my blood”
he came down your throat without warning, pulling away at the last second to let the final droplets of his cum coat your lips and chin. he took the moment to admire you, face covered in fresh blood and cum, you looked even more intoxicating than usual. your eyes rolled back from the wonderful abuse of his cock, tongue jutting out just past your lips, already looking so fucked out. he smiled down you for a moment before spitting in your face, following it up with another harsh slap to your cheek. you whimpered at the feeling, but it did nothing more than fuel the pulse between your thighs.
“get up.” he dragged you by your hair to the bed. throwing you into the mattress without a care. fingers locked into the thin fabric of your tight mini dress, tearing the material from your body with ease. his eyes peered down darkly, noticing that you’d gone bare underneath, skin so pristine and untouched.
“such a needy little whore aren’t you? showing up here with no panties under your dress, you must really be craving my dick” he offered a rough spank to your ass, one that left you whimpering with pleasure. he spun you around, back now pressed into the cheap, thin hotel mattress, hips angles upward slightly, giving him a perfect view of your dripping cunt.
“like the view?” you teased playfully, noticing how mesmerised he was with your void, he blinked a couple of times before answering with a quick slap to your cunt, the sensation made your thighs close instinctively, only for him to pry them open with little resistance, he let two fingers enter you, curling up at the sensation of your warmth, exploring your void. he glanced down between your thighs, noticing how your cunt had reddened from that single slap, how swollen your clit was. it seemed to only arouse him more, offering yet another slap, one which left you a whining mess. as much as he wanted to continue to see you unravel on his fingers, he desperately needed to get his dick wet.
“of course, baby. but…” he stalled for a moment, positioning himself between your thighs, “it’ll look better with my cock buried in it”
his lips parted with a small breath, eyes gazing down at you ravenously, the brown of his irises seemed darker, more lustful, more fixated. the sensation between your thighs only grew, the tip of his cock gliding against and parting your delicious folds with such ease, leaving your lover marvelling at the slickness, how it glistened under the warm yellow glow of the bedside lamp. your stomach whirling in excitement, anticipation crawling beneath your skin. he remained silent, offering you no warning as to when he was going to begin, he kept you on edge for a moment, a small smirk crossed his lips, watching on as you held a breath on your chest
he watched your eyes roll back in pleasure, that breath you’d been holding now a startled gasp being lustfully ripped from your throat, mouth hung agape as a moan rolled off your tongue. he found himself buried deep in you, savouring the subtle pulse of you around his shaft. he gave a soft grunt, his hips snapping against yours with a solid thrust. he’d noticed the paleness in your knuckles, how tense your grasp on the bed sheets were, how avoidant your gaze had become, not due to lack of pleasure, none of the sort. it was a wonderful feeling, it made you feel so lightweight as if you were floating, even with the minimal strokes he gave. a kind of pleasure that only seems real in dreams, hence why you felt as if you physically could not open your eyes.
he gripped your throat tightly, a slender hand wrapping around just under your jaw, thumb slowly tracing across your bottom lip to part them. the sensations seemed to have jostled you from your trance, peering up at him through glassy eyes, as he offered another rough thrust.
“what?” he mocked.
“does my dick feel that good?”
he gave you no time to respond, not even being able to reciprocate a simple nod before he began his movements, such rough thrusts leaving you feeling so full within seconds. he kept a hand wrapped around your throat, effectively keeping you in place for the moment, all the while your choked moans rumbled in your throat, spit dripping off the tip of your tongue as your mouth hung open.
“f-fuck…” you barely managed to breathe out, the word mixed in with a moan, feeling him so violently fuck you out, legs propped up, knees at your chest, he practically had you folded in half, pressing himself down against you, his cock sinking deeper into your cunt.
“look at you, can’t even speak properly. how pathetic”
his thrusts were violent, more so than usual. it was different, yes the passion was still obviously there, yet he seemed more vicious, more dominant. you enjoyed it, evident by the swell of arousal in your belly and the pool of wetness between your thighs. he could feel you tighten around him, it was rhythmic, like a heartbeat, clenching around his cock in almost perfect intervals. moans heightened with every thrust, so much so you thought the other residents of the hotel would surely put in a noise complaint.
“you’re gonna cum for me, right now” he growled, pressing his forehead to yours
“b-but i-“ you stammered before he cut you off
“i don’t give a fuck! you’re gonna make a mess around my cock, do you understand me?!”
the loudness of his voice made your ears ring, he’d increased the speed of his thrusts, trying to force an orgasm out of you. the pleasure was overbearing, making your head spin with each movement, you cried out to him, begging for mercy. you could not even comprehend your orgasm, pushing your hips up against his, feeling your sweet warmth gushing from between your thighs, feeling him smirk into your jawline
“that’s it you filthy slut, make a fucking mess” his voice more at a whisper, still it did not deter his vicious movements, he kept the same pace until he spilled over. so rough, so violent as he came inside you with zero warning, adoring the way you so graciously accepted his seed.
“so wet, so warm…your cunt is so perfect baby” he continued to thrust beyond his orgasm, making sure he filled you with every last drop of his cum. he remained inside you for the moment, letting the warmth of your cunt pulse around his size, he laid his head atop your chest, face buried into the crook of your neck, lip lingering against your skin.
“i didn’t scare you did i?” he mumbled breathlessly, now noticing the dried dots of crimson against your jawline, tracing over it daintily with his injured hand, wincing slightly upon realising his own injury
“no..” you remarked, fingers twirling the short strands of black hair that stuck to his forehead, he peered up at you, his gaze now softer than before.
“i mean it was kinda scary seeing you all violent like that but it was such a huge turn on”
he hummed into your skin, smiling into the subtle kiss he left there. hands already beginning to roam your figure once more.
“maybe i should be more rough with you all the time” he stated, leaving a lingering kiss to your jawline, injured hand coming up to groped your breast again before you sat up, much to his dismay
“let me help you fix that hand up first, then round two in the shower”
his eyes lit up at the suggestion, already making his way to the bathroom
“you don’t have to tell me twice!”
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My Boy
Pairing: Wheeler Yuta(Paul Grubber) x You !!
CWS: None, general rasslin violence
"Paul!" You yell, waving your hands in the air as you try and grab the raven haired male's attention. The man sees you and smiles, speed walking through the crowd of people as he tries to rush to hug you. His taller figure speeds past all the other people and finally you're sane again.
"I missed you." Paul utters out of his lips, you blush before you say your reciprocation. The small act between you two strictly platonic, well that's what you both thought.
The event from when he had seen you again in the airport a distant memory, it was Double or Nothing and you need to get your head into the game. You and Yuta were both key in tonight's pay-per-view, you were supposed to make your return from injury and dethrone Jade Cargill and Yuta was one eighth of the main event match.
"Hey, Y/N!" You hear Bryan say as he walks towards you, the rest of the BCC following behind him. You lock eyes with Paul as you smile and blush as does he. "Oh, hey Bry-guy!" You blurt out as you turn your gaze from Paul unto him, Jon smirks as he starts to catch onto your act.
"You busy after your match?" Jon adds before Bryan can even get a sentence out of his mouth, you shake your head and ask; "Why, what's wrong?" Claudio soon pitches into the conversation, "We want you to come out with us!" You smile and nod, "Of course I can, want me to be your version of Julia?" You laugh as you think of it.
"Maybe."
"I'll do it, come get me five minutes before."
It soon came time for you to escort your boys out and Paul stops you. He looks you in your eyes and takes your hand in his, intertwining the two sets of fingers together. The blush on your face eminent and you two stomp out of the crowd with Jon, Claudio, and Bryan. You walk to the beat of the song as you follow behind Paul and the boys, moving out of the way for the Elite and them to hash shit out, slowly taunting Kenny.
Thinking absentmindedly Paul walks up to Kenny and hits him with a slingblade, knocking the wind out of Kenny and runs up to you. You start to open your mouth to say something snarky before Paul grabs your cheeks and kiss you, you melt into the kiss and then pull away. "Go get him, babe." You say, still stunned from the kiss.
The match soon ends with Paul getting the pin on Kenny before he mutters a small "Fuck you." to play into kayfabe. You run up to him and grab his face, kissing him all over his beautiful face and whispering praises. "You did so good." you say before he asks a question, "Will you go out with me?"
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More HOOK/Yuta content because their feud was just so good <3
Summary: Tyler continues to struggle with the fact that the reader is in a romantic storyline with Wheeler Yuta. Not able to stand seeing her with someone that doesn't deserve her, Tyler can't help but intervene. Even if it means the reader will hate him for it.
You watch from Wheeler's corner as he kicks Dante Martin's ass in the ring with a smile on his face. Wheeler rolls Dante up near the ropes and you grab his leg to help keep Dante in the pin. The bell rings and you let Wheeler's leg go with a laugh.
Dante realizes what you did and starts arguing with the referee about it. Wheeler offers his hand and helps you up onto the apron before you both step through the ropes and glare at Dante.
"I think all that time out on injury got to your head, Dante." Wheeler growls at Dante. "YN didn't do anything." He throws a protective arm around your waist.
"Yeah, Dante. Don't be a sore loser." You sneer at him, feeling a little bit bad at your harsh words.
Once upon a time, Dante was a good friend of yours. He and his older brother Darius where always hanging around with you and Tyler while traveling for shows. And now you're calling him a liar to his face and letting Wheeler berate him.
"Whatever." Dante scoffs and heads backstage.
You and Wheeler both laugh as Dante walks off and Wheeler leans in for a kiss. "A little extra show for the crowd?" He teases you as he leans in.
"I guess." You shrug with a small smile and meet his lips for a chaste kiss.
You and Wheeler head backstage after a few more minutes of gloating to the crowd. You mean to head back to the locker room with Wheeler so he can shower and change before taking you back to the hotel. But on your way back, you run into Tyler.
"YN, hey." Tyler offers you a hint of a friendly smile.
"Hey, Ty." You nod back at him in a friendly manner.
Wheeler's arm slinks over your shoulder in response to Tyler's prompt. You roll your eyes and put a hand on Wheeler's torso in case he tries something with Tyler.
"Wheeler. Play nice." You chastise Yuta casually.
"I'm nice." Wheeler replies in an insistent tone. "Tyler." He flashes a fake smile.
Tyler and Wheeler lock eyes and you can feel the anger radiating off both of them. To prevent a fight, you turn to Yuta and put an arm around the back of his neck. "Come on, Wheeler! I'm tired from my match with Aminata and then cheering for you. Let's get back to the locker room already." You whine to him.
"Yeah, alright, babe." Wheeler glances down at your pleading doe eyes. He leans down and kisses your cheek before he starts to walk off.
"Bye, Tyler." You offer Ty a small wave as you walk off.
Tyler watches you and Wheeler walk off with a clenched jaw. "Fuck him." He grumbles to himself once you're out of earshot.
You and Wheeler make it back to the locker room and you sit down with an annoyed sigh. Wheeler begins unlacing his boots across from you and notices your frown.
"What's wrong?" Yuta asks you.
"Nothing." You cross your arms with an annoyed sneer.
Wheeler huffs through his nose and shakes his head. "Come on, YN. Something is bothering you." He persists.
"Did you have to be such a dick to Tyler?" You uncross your arms and glare at Yuta.
"This again?" Yuta groans. "He broke up with you, YN." He reminds you. "Do you remember how broken up you were about it? So what gives him the right to come up and try and act all friendly and shit?"
You bow your head, knowing that Wheeler is right. Tyler did break up with you. He was the one to end it. Not you. Breaking up with Tyler was the last thing that you wanted. But he insisted that it be over.
"Yeah, I guess you're right." You look back up at Wheeler. "Sorry. It's just...You know I don't like seeing you fight with him." You remind him.
Wheeler nods and walks over to you now that he's out of his boots. "I know. But keeping him at bay is for the best, YN. Trust me." He leans down and kisses the top of your head gently.
Wheeler slips into the other room to rinse off in the shower and you hang out on your phone while you wait for him. While you're hanging out Wheeler's phone chimes with a message from someone. Curious, you walk over to his phone and pick it up. You unlock Yuta's phone and pull up his messages. A new message from Mox is highlighted so you pull it up.
"I saw you run into Taz's kid again backstage?" You read the text aloud. "You know you're going to have to tell her what you did eventually, Wheeler?"
Your heart skips a beat as you read the message. And with trembling hands you scroll up on the screen. You scroll through some uninteresting messages about working out and other stuff until you eventually find what you're looking for. Right there on Wheeler phone is a conversation between him and Mox about convincing Tony Khan to put you and Wheeler in a romantic storyline so Wheeler could make a move on you.
"What the fuck?" You whisper to yourself in disbelief.
Your heart sinks in your chest and you can feel tears brimming your eyes. Wheeler comes out of the bathroom and see's you holding his phone in your hand. "YN?" Wheeler calls out to you and you lock eyes with him.
"So it was all a lie?" You stare at Wheeler with blurry vision. "Mox? Bryan? Claudio? They never really saw anything in me did they? It was all you? Because what? Because you wanted an easy way to get into my pants?" You scream and toss Wheeler's phone at him.
"What? YN, what are you talking about?" Wheeler barely manages to catch his phone.
You watch Wheeler manage to save his phone and advance on you. "Fuck you Wheeler! Stay away from me!" You point an accusing finger at him before turning sharply on your heels and head for the door.
Upset and feeling like you're about to cry, or throw up, you head to the only other place you feel safe backstage. Tyler's locker room.
You get to the door of Tyler's room and knock through blurry vision. A few seconds later Tyler answers the door. "YN? Why the fuck are you crying? What's wrong?" His voice is laces with concern as he pulls you into his locker room by the arm.
"Wheeler, he-he-h-he-" You stutter, unable to stop your tears from falling.
"He what?!" Tyler replies wildly. "Did he hurt you?"
You shake your head as Tyler ushers you into a chair so you don't get lightheaded from standing while crying. He rubs your back gently and waits patiently for you to tell him more.
"He lied to me, Tyler. Manipulated me into thinking that Mox and Claudio and the rest of them thought I was good enough to be one of them." You finally manage to explain the situation through sniffles and sobs. "All because he was into me."
"He WHAT?" Tyler grits his teeth.
Tyler shoots to his feet and begins pacing the room while thinking up every way he knows how to break bones. His pacing and thoughts of seriously beating Wheeler's ass stops though, when you speak up again.
"Why'd you have to break up with me, Tyler?" You ask in a half-sob. "Did you get tired of me? Do you hate me?"
Every ounce of Tyler's anger fades and he walks back over to you. He sits down next to you and pulls you into him. "I could never hate you, YN." He insists. "Not you. I love you. Which is exactly why I did it. When I found out the BCC was looking at you for their new member I knew you wouldn't take it if you and I were still together. And all I want to do is see you thrive in this company." He explains.
"Oh, Tyler." You sniffle against his chest. "Please don't leave me again." You plead with him.
"Never, baby." Tyler insists, holding you tighter against him. "You stay here, alright? I'm going to go get your stuff from Wheeler's locker room." He peels you off of him and stands up.
You grab Tyler's hand as he stands up and look up at him. "Please don't do anything to him, Tyler. I don't want you to get suspended and leave me alone here at work." You ask him.
"Don't worry, baby." Tyler strokes your cheek gently with his thumb. "Wheeler's going to get his ass beat." He insists. "But it'll be in front of of crowd where everyone can see what a piece of shit he is. Fuck him."
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Single Mother
Blackpool Combat Club X Fem Reader
The Blackpool combat club’s reaction to you becoming a single mom
Main Masterlist
I woke up in the morning feeling like absolute garbage. This whole week I had just been feeling off. I thought it might be stress with everything going on lately but I knew what stress felt like. I was sick, not sick as in I have a cold, just sick. Tony hadn’t been booking me TV due to my sickness and I was grateful for that. However, being a part of the Blackpool Combat Club meant I would still have to be at every show and be ringside for the boy’s matches. Currently, I sat on the large couch in our private locker room eating crackers since it was the only thing I could hold down. I had never felt so sick in my entire life, this was unlike me. I never was sick, I was always ready for a fight. I needed to be. I know this frightened the BCC, they didn’t know what to do. Alone with my thoughts, Bryan entered the room with a concerned look in his eyes.
“How are you feeling?” he asked nervously. “Like shit” I responded. I could see the gears turning in his head, I wondered what he was thinking. “What are your symptoms again?” “Nausea, dizziness, some morning sickness. I just feel horrible. Why do you ask?” Bryan knew my symptoms, he and Mox were dealing with my sick ass all week. “I’m just thinking. Do you think that you could be pregnant?” Bryan oddly calm. “Why would you think I’m pregnant?” I asked him confused. “I’m just trying to think why you have been so sick recently. I also have two kids, ya know. I think I know pregnancy symptoms when I see them” This whole conversation between Bryan and I made me uncomfortable, yet he had a point. The more I thought about it, maybe I was pregnant. I didn’t even realize that I missed my period.
It felt like the longest five minutes of my life as I awaited the results from the piece of plastic I held in my hand. This couldn't be happening right now, no way I could be pregnant. I paced around the small washroom as I awaited the results. The entire BCC stood on the other side of the door, guarding it like their lives depended on it. “What does it say?” yelled Mox through the door. “Nothing yet” I responded. After a few more moments of panicking the five minutes were up. I was too scared to look at the results. I wasn’t ready to be a mother, let alone a single mother! How would I explain this to everyone?
I looked at the test and felt my stomach drop. Two lines, I was pregnant. I didn’t know what to do, I didn’t know what to say. “Is everything okay in there?” Bryan asked carefully. I said nothing as I opened the door. They could tell by the tears that I was pregnant. I was greeted by a big group hug as I sobbed. We were the most badass faction in this company, what would people say about this? “It’s okay, It’s okay Y/n,” They told me as they ushered me back into our locker room. “No, it’s not okay. How the fuck am I supposed to raise a child!” I confessed
“We will all help you” Bryan assured me “You don’t have to make a decision right now but whatever you do we will be there for every second” Claudio explained “We are family. You have nothing to worry about Y/n” I didn’t know what would happen, this was a lot to take in but I was grateful I had these guys who would be there for me for every second of it.
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daniel garcia x wheeler yuta x female reader??? threescome imagine???
De-stress
Main Masterlist ♡ AEW Masterlist ♡ Daniel Garcia Masterlist ♡ Wheeler Yuta Masterlist
Daniel Garcia x f/Reader x Wheeler Yuta
Just like all my other stories, this has not been proofread, but please enjoy.
Warnings: Some swearing. Threesome. Double Penetration. Oral sex (m & f receiving) cum om face. Smut below the cut
Gifs and photos do not belong to me.
WC: 688
Paul - Wheeler Yuta
Summary: f/Reader is stressed about her singles match against Shida. Daniel and Yuta decide to help her relax in a different way.
WHEELER YUTA'S POV:
"Fuckin' hell Danny. You gotta taste her." I told him from my spot between her shaking thighs. I looked up to see that his head was thrown back, his hands woven in her hair as he thrust his cock in and out of her mouth.
"Gotta feel her mouth, Paul. Shit, she has no gag reflex. Do you, sweet heart?" He proved this point by holding her head in one spot and shoving his cock all the way down her throat.
"Maybe another day. I like where I am, thank you." I said before I continued to eat her out. I can feel her soaking my face with her juices.
This went on for a bit until Danny pulled his cock out of her mouth, a string of saliva connecting to her mouth. "Fuck, almost made me cum."
"Want your cum Danny." She whimpered as she tried to pull him closer.
I pulled my mouth away from her pussy, making her yell at me.
"None of that." I slapped her thigh, making her quiet down. "We need to fuck her first, don't we Danny?"
"Yeah, we said we would help you relax before your match tomorrow." He wrapped his arms around her and lifted her with ease. I helped keep her steady as he gripped his cock with one hand and placed it at her entrance, before having her sink her pussy down, taking him fully inside od her.
"Oh my God." She moaned, her eyes fluttering as he bottomed out. I stood behind her, spreading her ass cheeks as wide as I could.
"Mmm, should I try to fit in beside him, or fuck this perfect ass?" I played with her ass cheeks as I waited for her to decide, but I became antsy.
I gripped the back of her neck and forced her to look at me as I leaned across her back. "Tell me which hole before I decide."
"Ass." She whimpered.
I lined myself up against her hole and slowly pushed in, my own eyes fluttering at how tight she was wrapped around me.
I bottomed out, not being able to get the last inch or so in her ass, but it didn't matter.
Danny started to move, being the inpatient man that he is, making her cry out his name. I wanted her to say my name, so I started to move.
Our two paces were very different, but we got her screaming our names. Her one arm flung over head, wrapped around my neck holding me in place as I fucked her ass. Her other arm is around Danny's neck.
We have lost count at how many times she has cum for us, but we are holding ourselves back, not wanting this to end.
"Paul." Danny groaned, letting me know he was close.
I quickly moved back, bringing her along with me, my cock still lodged in her ass, as her and I watched as Danny jerked himself off.
At the last minute, I pulled out of her and placed her on the ground in front of him, now jerking my own cock off, ready to cum all over her face.
She just sat there, a tired smile on her face as Danny came first. She closed her eyes and barely flinched when her face got covered by his cum.
I followed not long after, making sure to aim my cock at her mouth, so u could watch her mouth fill with my cum.
I closed my eyes and opened them just in time to watch her swallow the load that was in her mouth.
"Still feel stressed?" Danny asked as we watched in awe as she cleaned her face with her fingers, and sucking the cum off of them.
"Very much so. I think I need some more help with de-stressing." She sweetly said.
"I am sure we can help with that." I said to her, already picturing her in different positions.
"Maybe we can get Darius or one of the Tyler's to help?" Danny suggested.
"The more, the merrier." Was all I said, watching as he grabbed his phone.
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𝚂𝚝𝚘𝚌𝚔𝚘𝚕𝚖 - 𝙲𝚑𝚊𝚙𝚝𝚎𝚛 𝟷
Pairing: Blackpool Combat Club x Fem!Reader
Warnings: +18, adult content, semi-erotic content, harsh language, dub-con, mild psychological torture, yandere vibes.
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𝙿𝚛𝚘𝚕𝚘𝚐𝚞𝚎
She had been placed inside a bedroom now. The secluded cabin in the woods was rustic, built of wood and with the classic decor of animal fur, leather armchairs, and red plaid fabric. It was cozy, even under the circumstances she was currently in. “It could be worse”, she thought, “I could still be tied up to a chair inside that basement”.
She caught herself staring at the deer’s head on top of the bed. Its black eyes called for her, it whispered something, perhaps it was a warning? A message? She couldn’t quite understand what it was saying, what it was trying to tell her. Its words we’re getting unclearer the more she stared at it. She tried to piece the message together, but something wasn’t quite right…
“It’s fake” A deep voice stated from behind her, making her squeal and rapidly turning around to see the perpetrator of her almost heart attack.
Blue eyes gleamed with amusement at her, much like the playful smirk he had cemented to his thin lips. The lollipop stick danced around his mouth as he continued:
“Bryan is vegan, so he didn’t want any real dead animals inside the cabin. He likes the visuals of the decor aspect of it, but ‘no real corpses’!” Moxley mocked Bryan’s way of speaking and the small joke earned a faint giggle from her. He considered that a win, one step closer to make her fully trust him.
“You got the coolest room. I’m jealous” Mox teased, pointing with his chin towards the deer head on the wall.
“Oh! The youngest man just shoved in here. I didn’t have much of a choice” She shrugged
“Yuta?” He asked and she nodded in return. “Well, would you like to check out the other rooms? You can choose the one you like the most”
“N-no!” She was quick to answer, too quick for her own liking. She needed to be subtle, play possum for now until she could figure a way out of here. “Thank you. I don’t want to upset anyone”.
Moxley frowned at her statement. She seemed distressed, back into her shell, suspicious. “Fucking Yuta and his stupid teenage-like hormones! He’s fucking ruining everything!” Mox thought to himself before he focused his attention back on her. “Are you hungry?”
“Yes, a little bit”
Upon her statement, Mox cupped her face in his hand and began to rub her cheek back and forth with his thumb, “I’ll have someone bring you a snack or something, so you won’t starve until dinner”.
She saw it in his eyes, there was something inside the blue orbs that demonstrated some level of vulnerability, and that she could use in her favor.
“Thank you” She whispered, casually leaning into his touch, testing the waters to see how far she could take in this first round. “Mox? Can I ask you a favor?”
“Of course, kitty cat” His thumb now moved to her lips, brushing the rough pad of his finger against her bottom lip.
“Could you please not send Yuta? I-” Her eyes darted down to her feet, a sign of uncertainty, fear. She needed to play the victim perfectly in order to have him buy it. “He scares me” Her eyes focused on the baby blue orbs again. “When I was in the basement, he kept doing and saying things that made me uncomfortable and I…I don’t want to be alone with him”.
Something shifted in Moxley’s eyes, a flash of rage sipped through before being replaced with calmness.
“I’ll send someone else, kitty cat. Don’t worry about him, ok?” Mox pulled her towards him, engulfing her in a tight hug. Her head was placed under his chin as he played with her hair, her eyes stopped at the deer on the wall and now she understood its message. If she wanted to get out of this place alive, she would have to turn the predators into the preys.
She had finished showering when she heard the bedroom door opening. Footsteps made their way toward the bed and then came to a halt, the old bed springs squeaked as the man’s weight settled on top of the mattress. Damn, she wished she would’ve brought her clothes inside the bathroom with her! Now she would have to step out of the en suite bathroom, and be eyed like a piece of meat by whoever was across the door.
She took a deep breath in, in order to control her gag reflex, and slightly opened the bathroom door, peeking her head out to see who was on the other side.
“I was wondering how much longer would you stay inside the bathroom after the shower went off” Claudio smirked, pointing over to the silver platter on top of the bed “I brought your snack, come eat before it gets cold”.
Every instinct she possessed screamed for her to stay inside that bathroom, but her rational side knew that would bring up suspicions. So swallowing her fear and uncertainty, she stepped out of the bathroom and made her path to the opposite side of the bed from where Claudio sat.
“Come here” He beckoned her closer with his finger
God, would she like to just tell him to fuck off! Licking her dried lips, she carefully approached him. Claudio’s hand caressed her exposed thigh, he allowed himself to enjoy the feeling of her smooth skin against his calloused palm before he slid his hand up underneath the towel.
Her eyes slightly widened in shock upon feeling his hand traveling up her hip. Claudio continued to explore her body, rough fingertips now gently drew circles on her waist, only stopping underneath her breast.
“I think we need to have a little chat, don’t you?”
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