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regalityandcoffee · 5 months
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Heat (William Regal x Reader)
There's a lot of things William can change about himself. Being a living furnace isn't one of them.
(Girl I'm sorry I got to thinking about how perfect and warm he'd be to hold and how wonderfully large his body is and how much i adorw him and my brain wouldn't SHUT THE FU-)
Warnings: me rambling cause I wrote this in the middle of the damn night kay enjoy ily
William Regal didn't consider himself human.
Well, he did, it's just that for most of his career he wasn't the best. He was a conniving, scheming, dastardly bastard. A villain is what he used to call himself proudly. Until he got bored of it.
And like a reptile he shed his evil skin as he grew with age. That skin became softer, more tolerant, but still hard enough to remind you who he was if one dare to strike him or bare their fangs.
As much as he'd like to compare himself to a reptile, snake-like as his actions used to be, he was human. And he didn't mind it anymore. His blood was warm. As was his skin.
And he didn't mind it anymore.
You see, when you're a 6"4 and around 250, it's tends to make you good for a lot of things. Fighting, intimidating those who would threaten what you worked hard for. Reaching high shelves.
Holding lovers close on cold days.
The comforter was a mess at the foot of the bed. He wasn't even wearing proper night clothes, just an old t-shirt he should've brought to the charity shop years ago and boxers. But that seemed good enough for you.
It always did. When he was cooking for the two of you and you'd come from behind to rest your cheek against his back and arms around his waist. Resting your head in his lap as he watched his stories on Tv. Stealing his jumpers even though they were thrice your size. He was always good enough for you.
He had himself propped up against the headboard tonight, with you in his arms, treating his chest like a pillow, your arms wrapped around his torso like the best teddy bear you ever had. Your legs lay in between his as he listened to you breath.
Not a single joke slipped out of his mouth about being treated like a bed. Not a single joke even came to mind about how his figure had seen better days. Not tonight.
Not when said figure was keeping you warm while the cold rustled the leaves outside and turned the dew on the grass to frost. He heard you mumbled something sweet. Something he heard time and time again from you and still had trouble believing it.
"Hush." Was all he could say, crooning it in your ear as he stroke your hair and you clung to him.
He was human, his blood was as warm as yours. His body was warmer than yours. And he didn't mind it one bit.
-fin-
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smartycvnt · 1 year
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You Always Believed
Pairing: William Regal x Reader
You couldn't face William. You couldn't handle having to go back there and look him in the eye after losing your title. It had been a miracle whenever you had won your title, but William insisted that it was only really a matter of time. He believed in you like nobody else did. He welcomed you into his mentorship with open arms, and after that relationship was over, the two of you found yourselves forming a new one. William made you feel loved, but you had been in situations with guys in the past where once you let them down they stopped. William was a good man, a better man than any of those other guys, but the fear that he would leave because you weren't good enough was too deep to ignore. You couldn't lose William, so you couldn't go backstage where he would inevitably be waiting for you.
It was stupid and reckless leaving through the crowd. People would be buzzing online because of it. There had been a lot of walkouts and reported issues backstage, and you knew that you'd be perceived as one of them. Truthfully, you didn't have beef with anyone backstage. This was on you, and you'd make sure that Tony knew whenever you saw him next. You didn't know where the hell you were headed off to, so you just waited outside in the parking garage where all the wrestlers got to park. It was staff parking and closed off to anyone not working the show that night. William would most likely know to find you out there, but you hoped that you could avoid him for as long as possible. That was how you had begun your dumb little game of ducking around cars whenever you heard footsteps approaching you.
There was no way that all of them were William's. All of the BCC's matches were done, so they were all free to find you. That was the problem with a second family, they'd look out for you even when you wanted to be on your own. It was nice knowing that you had all of those guys, and their closest friends, but it felt like a lot sometimes. You let William down, and by extension, you felt like you let them all down too. That was why you didn't want to join the BCC whenever William made the offer to you, you didn't want to wind up in another losing streak and make everyone else look bad. Still, you trained with the guys when you could, but that didn't seem to make much difference tonight.
"I was getting worried about you," William said as he stood over you. You had accidentally cornered yourself after nearly being caught by Claudio. William sat down next to you on the little concrete ledge that you were sitting on. "You've got quite a few people backstage panicking. Do you mind telling me what's on your mind?"
"I fucked up and blew my chance. It took me years to get that title, and now it took me all of six minutes to lose it," you sighed. William made a small noise of disagreement. You had expected him to agree with you on this one. He had been around for a long time, and knew a good match when he saw one.
"Well, I don't think that at all. You've got a rematch that Tony would be an idiot to not grant you. That match wasn't a 30 minute classic, but it was more than enough to have drawn in new fans. I could see this becoming a new feud between the two of you even, that match was one of the best I've seen. Especially since it was mostly improvised. You found out how long ago that your original opponent was hurt?" William asked. You shrugged, not remembering the exact time. It had been a little while after you had arrived at the venue when they told you that she was hurt. "Couldn't have been more than a few hours before the show started. The two of you barely got any time to rehearse because of the two main events, and yet you went out there and gave everybody a show."
"You're just saying that so I'll be nice to you," you said. William turned and took your hands in his. You tried to avoid his eyes, but he kept drawing you in despite of what you wanted. "I just wanted to make you proud of me."
"Titles aren't everything. I was never proud of you because you won the title, I was proud of the work you did to get it. Just like I will be proud of the work you're going to do to try and get it back. This is a minor setback, you've faced bigger ones than this and look where you've ended up," William said. You smiled a little as you thought about where you had ended up. You had been the face of a women's division that nobody ever thought you'd work in. You were a mentor to many younger wrestlers coming up and trying to make a name for themselves. And all of it had started whenever some rich guy tried hiring a model to parade herself around a wrestling ring almost twenty years ago. You had never been someone anybody believed could actually make it as a wrestler, but here you were, all because William had helped you to realize that you could be more than what you were.
"Come on old man, let's get back inside before Tony thinks you've defected too," you joked. The two of you went back inside, where you assured Tony that you hadn't left that way because you were angry about losing your title. And just to make sure that he knew you meant it, you immediately went to find your opponent for the night to congratulate her.
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moondustimagines · 2 years
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Being in a relationship with William Regal headcannons
Why am I such a whore? 
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First of all, if there is an age gap between you, it doesn’t matter in the slightest. He treats you like royalty regardless, you are his to spoil after all.
Seriously, you are ROYALTY to this man. His always offers you his hand when you’re walking down/up stairs, always holds the door open for you and always pushes your chair in for you. A true gentleman.
He’s a romantic. He takes you out for dinner at every opportunity, usually it’s candlelit. You get a bouquet of flowers at least once a week. He’s given you enough jewelry to fill a museum.
God help anyone who disrespects you while he’s in earshot. He’s on them instantly, in their face and very angry. He’d happily beat the hell out of them and the BCC boys are right there to back him up. You’ve decided it’s best for you to not intervene .
Speaking of the BCC, they basically become your guard dogs. Sometimes it seems like you can’t get away from them. You know William asked them to keep an eye on you but your not sure why you need 24/7 security.
You are not allowed at ringside for any BCC matches, not exceptions. He never wants you to get hurt and he can’t protect you out there. He prefers you to stay backstage usually with one of the boys who aren’t wrestling.
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legityoots · 2 years
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I didn't want to bother you with a request, especially if you're already working on a WIP, but you posted the Villain Dialogue prompts and my brain went brrrrr. I loved the hate/validation dynamic in your Regal fic, the frustrated UST was sublime. If inspiration strikes you, what do you think of Regal as a corrupting force, trying to bring the darkness out of an OC?
"You look good in my colors."
"You're more like me than you realize. How long do you think it'll be before they see it too?"
Ohhhh, anon. I'm not sure what I've written here is quite what you were after but I had a helluva time writing it. Anyway:
the night begins to turn your head around
William Regal x OFC Words: 4552 Rating: E for explicit sexual content Content Warnings: Unhealthy relationship with alcohol, Friendships on the verge of collapse, William Regal being an absolute menace. Summary: Thea's frustration with her role in the dark order is a weak spot for Regal to exploit. If he always keeps you dreaming You won't have a lonely hour If the day could last forever You might like your ivory tower
It’s a warm, humid night, a perfect recipe for sticky skin and frizzy hair. Thea’s ears are ringing. Standing too close to the speaker in a crowded bar will do that, but the dancefloor is a heaving mass of sweaty bodies, and she hasn’t been able to stomach the idea of joining in. She doesn’t know how she got dragged out here in the first place.
That’s a lie: after the Supercard of Honor, Tony had invited them all to an after-party. 
Silver had poked and prodded at her, and Anna smiled and encouraged, and honestly, she just felt too guilty to go back to the hotel alone and have the quiet time to herself that she really wanted.
She’s been spending a lot of time alone, lately, and her distance has been noted. Uno had the conversation with her himself, in private. With Hangman doing the same thing, now that he has the title, she doesn’t want to let her friends down. She’s been with them from the start, and they’ve already lost too much.
But so many things have changed since those days. As deeply as she loves them, she doesn’t know if she belongs anymore. 
When she’d signed up with the Dark Order, they’d had the Exalted One. They’d been a legitimate threat. Now… Now they just had Uno, and Thea, and  between the two of them they were mostly just patching over the cracks to try and keep everyone together.
Or they had been, until William Regal waltzed into the company, and by extension her life, with all his charm and eloquence, and started picking at whatever little threads he could find.
He must have smelled it on her a mile away: the stench of unfulfilled potential. The moment they’d met, he’d looked her up and down with those steely blue eyes, and ever since then, they seemed to be back on her, whenever she glanced his way. She tried not to do that too much, but honestly, he was intense, and it was hard to avoid. 
She was sure he was having fun toying with her. It sounded entertaining in theory, and with their roles reversed she’d be loving needling away at someone so determined to ignore her, who was so clearly bothered by her presence. She knew she shouldn’t let him get to her. But how could she not? 
He saw through everything she was trying to be for other people. He left her gifts, anonymously, with no room for doubt in her mind as to where they were from, just to make her feel guilty. A mix-up with her seamstress resulted in two sets of gear when she’d ordered one - her usual black and purple, and one black, purple and gold. 
What a game he was playing. 
The next week, a set of gold-plated brass knuckles in the locker room, beautifully wrapped, with a note. For your upcoming match, my dear girl.
As if she could use them without it being abundantly clear that she was taking his influence.
She already had a reputation for ruthlessness that was falling out of step with the rest of the Order. People were speculating, whispered rumours behind her back. That fire was not one she wanted to pour fuel on.
The brick wall outside the bar bites uncomfortably into her skin as she leans there, and she lets the sensation ground her. Breathe in, out, press a little harder with her back against the wall. She’s got her cigarettes here somewhere, likely at the very bottom of her purse. She needs to start carrying a smaller bag. If she hadn’t turned into Mary Fucking Poppins somewhere along the line, she might actually be able to find what she’s looking for. 
Fuckit, there they are. She fishes the carton out and pops a cigarette up, then in between her lips. She holds the pack in the palm of her left hand, while she finds her lighter in the side pocket. The flint sparks, and the flame flares to life. Thea inhales, the cherry tip of her cigarette glows bright as she takes a drag. She flicks her lighter closed, and blows the smoke out into the night.
She’ll go home soon.
The guys are all distracted, and she can say she lost them in the fun. Maybe, if she’s feeling extravagant, she’ll imply she went home with a guy, and the looks over breakfast tomorrow morning will be smug, instead of concerned or pitying. It’s late enough now that the group of assembled smokers near where she’s standing is getting drunk and rowdy, which is usually a good sign that it’s time to head back. She distances herself, hovering past the edge of the crowd, just outside of the assigned smoking area. 
This is absurd. A few years ago, she wouldn’t have cared. She’d have gone her own way as soon as things stopped suiting her, and even if her absence put her faction at risk of falling apart, she’d have let them figure it out. What had changed in that time, aside from a heavy loss? She’d made friends, sure, but she’d had friends before. She thinks it’s that this time she feels responsible for them. She doesn’t like it, but what’s the alternative? 
“Filthy habit,” comes a voice, straight out of the night. It’s rich and mellow, like good tobacco. 
Thea looks up to find Regal walking towards her, those surprisingly attractive lips twisted into a smirk. 
Strangely, she’s not surprised to see him here. He has a way of appearing precisely when he’s least expected, after all. She pops her carton back open, and offers him a cigarette. His gaze slips downward, to the motion of her hand.
“No, thank you,” Regal says. “I’m not a smoker myself. Only when I’m on fire,” he adds. A joke. He’s got quite the sense of humour when he wants to. She assumes that’s why he’s been teasing her for weeks.
“Suit yourself.” 
Thea slides the pack into her purse. Her head rests back on the brick, her bag now hoisted back over her shoulder. 
Regal’s looking at her shrewdly, like she’s a puzzle he’s trying to put together. “What are you doing out here alone? All of your little friends are inside.”
“I needed some air. What are you doing here? Doesn’t seem like your scene.”
“Doesn’t it?” And now he seems amused.
Thea sighs, “Will you just tell me what you’re after, so we can get this over with?”
“You’re rather interesting.” Regal’s hair, with the street light behind him, glows like a halo. Ironic. “I only have one question: don’t you want to win?”
Thea looks down, examining the toe of her boot as though it has the answers to everything. “Of course I do.”
“Then why are you wasting your talent? You could do so much better.”
“With you?”
Regal inclines his head slightly in agreement. “If you wanted. You’d still have to earn it.”
“They need me. I matter to them. As soon as you’re bored of your newest plaything, you’ll throw me away.”
“You truly believe that?”
“It is true, isn’t it?”
“You don’t think you can keep my attention?”
“I think… There’s no loyalty among true villains.”
Regal laughs, deep and gorgeous and it’s a shame he’s such a bastard, because she can feel that laugh tingle at the base of her spine. 
“You’re more like me than you realise. How long do you think it’ll be before they see it too?”
She shrugs. “I’ve made it this far.”
“By holding yourself back. You’ve gotten much too used to being the smartest person in the room, flower. It leads to complacency, which leads to mistakes. How long before you slip up? A bad day, bad mood…” Regal tuts patronisingly, “It could all end in an instant. You let them see the real you for a moment too long, and…”
“You’d know all about that, wouldn’t you?”
“I do. I know it very well. Lessons learned the hard way. And I’m here, to share those, so that you don’t have to. How much have you been drinking lately, all alone in your room?”
Fuck. She didn’t think it was obvious. The answer, of course, is too much. She’s made a point of not drinking in public, because she doesn’t want to let her guard down around anyone. But alone is another story. She knows it’s not healthy. But what’s the alternative, feeling the way she has been? Having to look in the mirror and hate herself? No fucking thanks. 
She holds Regal’s gaze for a long time. There’s nothing left for her here. She crushes her cigarette out, grinds it into the asphalt under her boot.
“I should go.”
Regal puts his arm out to allow her past. Of course he doesn’t say anything, doesn’t try to persuade her to stay. That would make things altogether too easy for her. 
She takes a few steps in the direction of the main street, before she hesitates. Shit. She can’t face going back to her hotel with all this regret on her shoulders. She turns back to ask, “Are you coming?”
He falls into step with her a moment later. They’re only a couple of blocks from the hotel she’s staying at, but in the heels she’s wearing it feels much longer. Eventually, Regal offers her his arm. It’s gentlemanly, and so she takes it. 
He’s warm under the palm of her hand, even through his suit. She doesn’t know how he’s coping with that. She’s too hot even in her dress. Occasionally a car drives by, and the rush of air whips past her bare thighs. 
Regal asks, “What do you want?”
“Right now? I want to stop feeling guilty.”
“You haven’t done anything.”
“Yet.”
He smirks, and she catches just a glimpse of it as she looks up at him out of the corner of her eye. “So you are considering?”
“Haven’t decided. Just… Tell me, what do you want? Why are you doing all this?”
“To help you find your path to greatness, however that comes about.”
Huh. It’s not what she’s expecting to hear, and it somehow makes her more conflicted. Well, shit. As much as the thought pains her, she has to know. “And if I said I was happy, would you leave me be?”
“Yes.” There’s no doubt in his voice. “Are you happy?”
“You know I’m not.”
Regal chuckles, “Well, why don’t we see what we can do to change that?”
Once they reach the hotel, Thea is only half surprised to find out he has a room here, too. A lot of the AEW talent is staying at the same few hotels while they’re in town. The company gets a better deal with large bookings. 
As the pair walk through the lobby together, over to the elevators, Thea realises she doesn’t want this to end yet. Conflicted as she might be, as tingly as she feels all over where they’re touching, this might be the most at peace she’s felt in a long time. That is something to hold on to.
“Would you like to come up?” Regal asks, while they wait. He reasons, “I have a beautiful view of the city.”
She should say no. She should thank him for walking her back. She should go up to her own room, alone, and forget all this. Go back to her unsatisfying losing streak, with her friends who love her because they don’t know she’s awful underneath it all.
Instead, she says, “Yes.”
The elevator pings, and the doors open. They’re alone inside, but they’re quiet on the majority of the journey up to the seventh floor. 
Thea leans against one of the mirrored walls, with her elbows on the chrome handrail, and wonders what now.
He is something, isn’t he? She wouldn’t have seen herself this attracted to a man old enough to be her father. He’s handsome, that’s true enough. But it’s his intelligence, his personality, the experience he has, which does it. He has her number, and at the same time, he feels like a challenge. She’s not used to it. 
Regal eyes the black and gold of her outfit, with a careful, slow glance down her body, then back up to her eyes. He bites his lip thoughtfully, drinking her in. So at least that part is mutual. 
“You look good in my colours.”
She hadn’t realised it when she’d picked out her clothes that night. Purely coincidental, she wore mostly black. The gold of her jewellery, the buckles of her boots to match, set off the olive tone of her skin. It’s serendipitous.
She doesn’t blush easily, but there’s a definite flush across the tops of her cheeks that can’t be explained away by makeup.
“William,” she starts, before thinking better of it. It feels strange to call him by his first name. Too intimate. 
“Yes?”
There’s no question he knows what he’s doing, the way he’s looking at her like he wants to eat her. Two metres away, not so much as a touch, and he’s igniting something powerful that she can’t control. 
“I-” The words won’t come.
She takes a step away from the wall, towards him, and looks up with uncertainty. Those clear blue eyes, crows’ feet wrinkling at their corners, are somehow impossible to resist. 
The elevator pings. They’ve reached their floor. 
Her heart is beating in her throat as they step out into the hall, and his large hand settles on her lower back to guide her. He propels her gently in the right direction, until they reach the door. A swipe of his keycard, and they’re in. 
The room is gorgeous. Rich navy blue contrasts with stark white, adorned pretty brass accents and dark wood all over. 
“Tea, coffee, something from the minibar?”
Thea jumps, startled out of her admiration of the room. No, she doesn’t need the jitters from caffeine this late at night. And she’s not going to drink, not with him. Not tonight. “No, thank you.”
Thea moves to the giant window, the full length of the wall. Its curtains are heavy, thick fabric, pulled back to each side. She’s enraptured. Regal wasn’t exaggerating about the view. The city lights twinkle bright, car headlights moving along the roads and highways, and fade out towards the suburbs on the horizon.
She sees Regal behind her, in their reflection, before she feels him step closer. The warmth of his body shadows hers. The fabric of his shirt brushes against her arm, now that his jacket and waistcoat have been slipped off and forgotten on a hanger. He’s so tall, even in heels she barely reaches his collarbone.
“Breathtaking.” 
Thea doesn’t know if he means the view outside of the window, or something closer. The way his fingertips skim the shape of her elbow tells her it could go either way. 
“If we do this, there’s no going back, is there?” she asks. 
“You’re your own woman. You can do whatever you want. I only wish you could see that.”
Thea turns until she’s staring up at him, grey-blue eyes meeting dark chocolate in the dim light, with a mixture of amusement and lust. The urge to make excuses sits heavy on her tongue. “They-”
Regal cuts her off. “Those imbeciles don’t deserve you. If you choose to waste your time on them, then so be it. But,” he hesitates, “at least take control.” That part is imploring. It catches her off guard. 
“And that’s what you think I’m lacking? An ability to take control?”
Regal smiles cryptically. She’s starting to get the measure of him, usually those smiles mean you’re getting warmer, or something to that effect. “I believe you won’t have anything of your own unless you reach out and take it. So… take it.”
Hm. She lets that sit for a moment, turning his words over in her mind. His words feel like they make sense. 
Reach out, and take it. She can do that. It’s all so simple. And right now, she wants one thing above all others.
Thea’s fingers move carefully to his neck, and pull him firmly down to meet her. 
She kisses him urgently, her lips pressed hard against his. He makes a sound, somewhere between surprise and delight, against her mouth, and then he’s kissing her back, opening to her softly, his tongue gently dancing with hers. 
She didn’t expect he’d be so tender with her. His hand winds into her hair and cups the back of her head to pull her closer, and it makes her soften.
She’s taking control, and he’s allowing it with enthusiasm. Her palms rest on his broad chest to push him back, towards the bed. He breaks their kiss to step backwards, and she follows, eyes locked to his heated gaze.
Whatever downfall comes upon her, it will be worth it, for this. 
Regal sits heavily on the edge of the mattress, and Thea finds herself standing between his open thighs. His face is level with her chest, hair glossy and luxurious as it falls down over his eyes, and he appreciates an up-close encounter with her cleavage. Her fingers itch to push those silver and golden waves back; she cards through it, tilting his face up to meet her eyes. 
Oh, he is something else entirely. She remembers something vaguely about demons being beautiful precisely in order to lure people into temptation, but the thought is too far away, too fuzzy to focus on. He smiles up at her, and the stretch of his mouth tugs at the scar in his upper lip. Her mind goes blank. 
She bends down to press a kiss there, leaving her love where the memory of violence is ever-present on his skin. Leaning her weight forward, with her hands still tangled in his hair, she takes him down to the mattress and climbs into his lap. Her dress rides up her thighs, leaving skin exposed for his hands. Rough palms slide upwards from her knees, fingertips toying at the hem of her dress, dragging it further up. 
William finds the elastic edge of her briefs while she kisses him thoroughly, and she gasps into his mouth when he slips below it to cup her rear, grinding her down against him. 
She can feel his hardness, thick and solid, trapped in the fabric confines of his clothing. It feels so good to be wanted, not needed, to feel connected without obligation.
This is what’s been missing, she thinks.
She leaves a brief goodbye on his lips and pulls away to work his belt free of its buckle. He’s looking up at her with desire in his eyes, even as she wiggles her hips lower, away from where she wants to be, to allow better access to undress him. 
With his belt loose and his trousers open, she makes a show of slowly unbuttoning his shirt, pushing it open to expose his chest. God, he’s gorgeous, and she finds herself admiring the salt-and-pepper hairs he has on his chest now  that he’s no longer wrestling and keeping up with that particular aesthetic. 
She has to kiss him again. Once on the corner of his mouth, and then below his jaw. She worships him with her mouth, down the pulse point in his throat, the dip below his collarbone, travelling a line of sweet kisses and teasing nips down his chest and abdomen.
Thea shimmies down the bed, finding her mouth and fingers at the waistband of his underwear. It’s an unforgettable thing to kiss there reverently, before she hooks her fingers in and unwraps him like a gift. 
Oh, wow. William Regal is a large man, and that is true in every way. His dick is pure perfection, swollen and glorious, leaking at the tip. Her mouth waters to taste it. 
Arousal spikes for them both; she sees him twitch for her, and in response, heat blooms and moisture pools while she slowly commits the moment to memory. She wriggles free of her briefs beneath her dress, a challenge to coordinate while so eager to be undressed, but she doesn’t care. It works out easier to unzip her boots and kick them off than it is to get her knickers past them, then her socks come off after, discarded by the foot of the bed with everything else.
He lifts his hips to help her pull his trousers down further. She doesn’t want to wait to have him naked. It’s so much more important to claim him, have him inside her, make him hers. If he wants her to take control of what she wants, then that is this. 
The light dusting of hair on his thighs tickles inside her ankles. She reaches down between them to hold his thickness in her palm, and angles him just right, parting her slick folds with the head of his cock, to sink down inch by inch.
“Oh, God,” Thea sighs, as she rests his palms on his chest for balance. He’s all the way inside her, and she’s so full, so stretched around him, that it’s hard to breathe. “William, please.”
“Please what, flower?” His accent is thicker now, less refined, and she gets the impression that at least some of what he does is a very well-worn act.
Now he’s got her in his bed he’s less intimidating, looking at her with alarming softness, his hands skimming gently up and down her legs, gripping her waist over her dress. She’d love to see if this is a side of him that will stick around, if this is something she’s allowed to know, now.
She rocks her hips against him, and hopes he takes the hint. “Please, move.”
His first thrust sends pleasure shooting up her spine. She cries out, and on his second, she pushes back to meet him. Regal makes a choked sound, and between them, they pick up the pace. It’s not pretty lovemaking, two half-dressed people in a hotel room, too desperate to even attempt foreplay, but god, is it incredible. 
She’s never felt this way with anyone else. 
He changes the angle so that each time he bottoms out inside her, he puts pressure on her clit. Each thrust draws out an indecent moan that she’s surprised to hear herself make. Thea’s body clenches hard, against her will. She won’t last long. From the look in Regal’s eyes, the way his stomach tenses, his erratic movements underneath her, the same is true for him.
He bites his lower lip and it’s so sexy, she can’t hold back.
“Holy fuck, William,” she whines, as she grinds down harder. He’s buried so deep inside her it hurts, but she needs it to hurt. She’s shaking, skating along a knife-edge, threatening to fall into the abyss.
He knows it. “Come on, let go for me.”
She’s never managed to orgasm on command before. Maybe she was already there, and only needed the extra push. Either way, she’s trembling, nerve endings firing off all sorts of crazy mixed messages as endorphins flood her system. She’s faintly aware of crying out his name, begging him not to stop, any number of sweet nothings she prays he won’t confront her with in the cold light of day.
There it is. She feels the pleasure peak, and never wants it to stop. Riding William Regal, being stuffed full of his cock, coming for him, knowing she’s going to get him there too, it’s too perfect to be over. 
She feels his strangled sigh as much as she hears it. “Do you need me to pull out?”
“No,” she answers, but it feels more like begging. “Nonono.” Please don’t pull out. Please come inside me. Fill me, use me, break me, please. 
Regal’s breathing is laboured. Hers too, although she’s making enough noise that it’s hard to get a breath in at all. 
He lets out a deep groan that tells her he’s coming. She’s determined to fuck him through it, draw out every last second of his pleasure. She’s going to milk him for all he’s worth, make him spill every drop inside her.
Fuck, the thought is too much. She’s coming again, if she stopped at all. Her body shudders violently, twitching as Regal finishes, emptying himself with gritted teeth and the most beautiful sound she’s ever heard.
She forgets how to breathe, until she’s spent and panting, drawing desperate breaths into her lungs. They’re both shaky, uncoordinated hands reaching to hold each other close. Her head falls to rest on his chest. His skin is slick with sweat, but that’s fine, hers is too. 
The edge of his shirt brushes up against her face when she turns her head to press her lips wherever she can reach. “That was incredible,” she mumbles. 
Fucking hell. 
Regal’s hand cups the back of her head and pulls her up to him. He kisses her like a promise; slow and sweet, gently exploring with the care she hadn’t allowed him before. 
Thea smiles against his mouth, then laughs awkwardly at the uncomfortably wet sensation of him slipping out of her. In the moment that felt so good, but now she’s faced with the unfortunate reality of having to go and clean up in the bathroom.
She really doesn’t want to move. Something about the rise and fall of William’s chest against hers, the languorous way their mouths move together, makes her want to stay this way forever. Could anyone blame her? He’s being so sweet right now, and when the moment breaks, she’ll have to get dressed. Go down to her hotel room and figure out where everything stands once the dust settles. 
Oh, god, she doesn’t want to lose her friends. But he’s right, about her potential and her unhappiness. She feels like it’s inevitable; either way she’s going to break her own heart. Maybe some other people’s hearts, too. 
William breaks their kiss, and taps one finger softly against her temple. “Where have you gone, flower?” He whispers against her lips.
“Nowhere.”
His voice is a low rumble, tired and a little stern. “Don’t lie to me. You’re thinking. Stop it.”
She smiles sadly. This, in his arms, is the happiest she’s felt in a long time. And at what cost will that come? Will she get to keep it, any of it?
She tries to argue, “I should get dressed.”
“No, I don’t think so. Let’s get you out of this,” he tugs at the straps of her dress, his fingers sliding them down her shoulders, “and into bed, shall we?”
Thea opens her mouth and finds herself cut off with another kiss. She gasps when William starts to tug on the zip at her back.
He uses the opportunity to tell her quietly, “I’m not finished with you yet. Not for a long time.”
“What about-?” She wants to say, about my friends. About the Order. She can’t bring herself to get the words out, not when William is nipping affectionately at her neck.
He gets the gist of it, anyway. “Figure that out for yourself tomorrow. You could do anything you wanted. Lead them if you have to. Just, here, be mine.”
Be his. She can do that. 
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wardlowsbabydoll · 2 years
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William Regal Masterlist
Being With (Headcanon)
You Don't Own Me (smut)
Road Trip (Headcanon)
United We Stand, Divided We Fall (Headcanon)
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chuckie-t · 2 years
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i dare u guys to send me a bcc request, ship or x reader
I dare you, totally not bc I want that or anything
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grizzledyoungimpact · 2 years
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Pairing: William Regal/Anya Regal (Non-romantic) Quote: One day he will come riding out of the dawn and you’ll awaken to love's first kiss. Verse: Western
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He had only ever wanted to provide his children with the life he had struggled to obtain.
Growing up poor in Blackpool, England, William had come to the new world as a young teenager and worked every odd job he could. He saved and saved every last bit of money he could, amassing it until he became the wealthy land owner he had always dreamed of being. That hard work was a lesson he had hoped to instill in his son Benjamin and his daughter Anya, without the two ever having to suffer the same hardships that he had. Perhaps he had been overprotective in doing so, especially after having moved the family to a blossoming town out west, but he had only ever wanted the life he never had for his children.
Benjamin seemed to understand that. He may have been a tad rebellious in his youth, but the younger of his children had grown into the same sort of man as his father. Though he was smaller in stature, Benjamin was a powerhouse of a land baron. He had married, started a family of his own. But Anya? Anya was the definition of a wildcat. She had gone through school, been raised as the proper English lady. That, however, was not what she wanted to be. Anya wanted to travel, to see what the world could offer.
And yet William was concerned.
No matter how well he had taught Anya, the world had always been a cruel place. If it saw the innocence Anya had, it would try with all of its might to crush it. So William kept Anya on their large plot of land, keeping her mind busy with matters of the home. It had simply never occurred to him that while Anya’s mind was busy, her eyes could be wandering.
And wandering they had been.
William’s farm was well kept by a group of young men who all believed they owed a part of their livelihoods to the older English gentleman. Jon Moxley, though he mostly came and went due to having his own plot of land, was a skilled carpenter who tended to the buildings on the homestead, such as the stables and the barn. He had once been an outlaw with his own troubles, who William had bested in a fist fight before showing the lad how to live proper. Bryan Danielson had gone from a member of a group of honorless bounty hunters to finding more pleasure in tending to the serenity of the few crops that the Regal home produced. Claudio Castagnoli was a newer member of the help, but he was being trained to take over the inner workings of the household. He was a companion to Anya as well as a friend to William himself.
And then there was the newest member of the group, a young man named Wheeler Yuta.
Wheeler was a sensitive young man who had come to the Regal homestead from the railway line. He was a dedicated worker, full of both an innocence that was unmatched as well as a world experience behind his eyes. He was boyishly handsome as well, with a boyish charm to match. Wheeler worked with the animals, taking care of everything from gathering eggs to milking cows and even taking care of the pigs.
William could tell that his daughter was smitten.
The sun had barely peaked over the horizon as William exited the home to survey his proverbial kingdom that morning, surprised when he saw Anya sitting on her rocking chair on the porch. Her bright blue eyes seemed to scan the horizon, waiting for someone. “Darling daughter, you seem to be awake at an early hour. Waiting for young Master Yuta?”
Anya seemed startled for a moment, before looking down at her hands folded neatly in her laps, “Father…I…”
“Cat has your tongue, hm?” William chuckled as he sat in his own chair, a warm smile on his face. “You truly care for the lad, don’t you?”
Anya was silent for a moment, chewing on her lower lip, “You…I don’t know who you mean, father…”
“Do not play coy with me, Anya,” William laughed softly, “I just asked after young Wheeler and you grew remarkably baffled. I see the way you watch the lad when he is tending to his duties. I hear how you speak to Mr. Castagnoli on the matter. I will ask again. You care for the lad, do you not?”
“I do believe I do,” Anya glanced over at her father, “I know what you must think of me, falling for a man of his social standing…”William mused over the thought for a moment, “I cannot have the young man sent away. To begin with, he is much too talented with our livestock to send away. And furthermore, if I do send him away he will not stay away. One day he will come riding out of the dawn and you’ll awaken to love's first kiss. Either way, I will be daughterless in the end. He will have won you over. It is easier to permit it.”
Anya turned a vibrant shade of pink, “Father…I…you think that he loves me as well?”
“Dearest, the lad would have to be mad not to love you.”
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allelitedweaming · 1 year
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Scheduling Conflicts
Blackpool Combat Club x Reader (and I do mean the entire Blackpool Combat Club)
Summary: Having an entire faction for a boyfriend could be great, but sometimes scheduling was an issue.
Content warnings: shameless smut, group sex, unprotected sex, double penetration, male receiving oral, terribly translated Italian, dirty talk / degredation, light ddlg and D/s
Word count: 4755
It was 8 AM but Jon couldn't keep his hands off of you. You were at the gym, the earliest birds who had gotten up while it was still dark had just left and the second round of morning trainers were yet to arrive. It was just the two of you and every time you got up to move to a different machine, Mox was there to grab your hips and crash your bodies together. The more he worked up a sweat lifting weights or jumping rope, the more intensity you could feel in the kisses he planted along the nape of your neck and the way he breathed you in.
"Jon, someone is going to come in here and see you," you whispered, putting your hands over his. But you didn't pull away.
"Alright I'll stop. But only if you promise I can have you tonight, sweet thing."
You nodded, and right before you could turn around to kiss him, Dustin Rhodes walked in and Jon let go of you to find his next machine.
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At lunchtime, you left your hotel room to venture out into the world to find something to eat. Right as you opened the door to step out into the hall, you heard a door a few feet away open. When you turned, you saw Wheeler exiting his room. You made eye contact and he beamed at you, immediately letting his door fall shut and jogging towards you.
"Lunch?" You asked him with a smile.
"I was going to eat, yeah, but suddenly I have a much better idea." He started playing with your hair, looking you up and down with a different type of hunger in his eyes.
"Yoots, as nice as that sounds, I'm starving."
"Okay, pencil me in for later then."
You leaned forward and kissed him softly on his chin, then his lips. "Deal."
The two of you held hands and walked to the elevators together to go get lunch.
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You, Bryan, and Claudio always liked to be early on nights there was a show. You would spend time in the locker room and backstage, socializing and planning. You liked to watch Dark matches together, always looking for ways towards self-improvement and generous with advice for those who wanted it after their matches. Claudio was always specific in his notes, and he could find something in every match that could be improved.
As you stood behind the curtain, watching the ring, he would stand behind you, leaning down periodically to whisper something in your ear, either asking if you noticed a detail about the match that he liked or suggesting you might try something similar to what the wrestlers were doing. Even when you had a totally clear head and were utterly focused on work, you couldn't help but get shivers up and down your spine each time his lips would brush against your ear.
Bryan was standing next to you tonight and he noticed out of the corner of his eye when you started to blush while Claudio was whispering to you.
The Bunny had been ringside for the last Dark match and as she came backstage, you told the boys you had something you wanted to talk to her about. You kissed them both on the cheek and jogged to catch up with Allie. Claudio and Bryan watched you walk away and as soon as you were out of earshot, they started scheming about that night.
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Your match on Dynamite was fairly quick but you still came backstage full of adrenaline, breathing hard. There was no blood, but your eight minutes had been intensely physical. William Regal had sat on commentary and he followed you backstage through the heel tunnel when you exited.
Between the tunnel and gorilla, there was a little dark spot where no one could see you. William grabbed you by your wrist and held you there. You were still panting, and you couldn't see him in the shadow, but you felt the creamy soft fabric of his three-piece suit press against your bare stomach. He hooked a finger under your chin, pulling you up into a short but ferocious kiss. His other hand grabbed you by the ponytail and yanked lightly as the kiss ended.
"You were spectacular tonight," he whispered against your lips. You started to grin. "I want to give you a reward back at the hotel, okay sunshine?"
"Okay," you breathed, unable to think straight while he still had a fistful of your hair.
Regal released you. "Good," was all he said as he casually walked into the public of the backstage area with the rest of your coworkers.
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That night, you wondered who would come knocking first. You took a long hot shower as soon as you got back, and as you were standing in front of the mirror wearing just a towel, inspecting your bruises, a knock came at the door.
You answered to find Wheeler standing in the hall, holding two tallboys and smiling at you. You stepped out of the way without a word, granting him entrance to your little hotel room. He put the beers down on the first flat surface he could find and then turned to you. Before the door to your room had completely swung shut, he was pulling your towel off, wrapping his hands around your waist, pulling you into a passionate kiss.
You moaned softly into his mouth. Yuta was an eager lover and a great kisser. His energy always made you feel wanted and loved. You knew how intense and violent he could be in the ring, but in bed he was attentive, curious, always looking for new ways to pleasure you. Nothing brought him more satisfaction than drawing new sounds out of you or making you cum.
As you were deepening the kiss, another knock came at the door. Yuta pulled away and frowned. You stroked his cheek to comfort him, picked up your towel, and grabbed the door.
It was William. He also came bearing gifts, though you could not see what was in the small black bag that he was carrying. He looked over your shoulder and saw Yuta standing in the entryway to the room. He smiled devilishly at you. "You already have your hands full, dear," he said with a chuckle. "Maybe I should come back another time."
You put your hand out over his to stop him from walking away. Whenever you touched his hands, you loved how big and rough they were. You wanted them on your body. He raised an eyebrow at you and without a word he let you guide him into the room.
The three of you all walked separately into the room proper and stood looking at the bed, the men both doing the mental math of changing their plans from a one-on-one session with you to a group game. It wouldn't be the first time that the boys had shared you, but it usually took some adjustment to figure out where everyone would be comfortable.
Just as you were opening your mouth to speak, you heard your hotel door open again. You furrowed your brow. Your room was a single, you weren't sharing with anyone. You leaned over to look around the corner back at the doorway and saw Bryan and Claudio stepping inside. Bryan was holding a key card and grinning at the sight of Wheeler and Regal.
"Well, well, well," Claudio started to laugh a huge belly laugh. "How does the saying go? Three is a crowd, four is a party?"
There was an armchair in the corner of the room, facing the bottom of the bed. Regal took his little black bag and put it on the floor next to the chair and sat down, legs spread. He patted a knee and you walked over to him, as if in a trance, and sat down in his lap. He put one of his large hands on the back of your head, pulling you into a deep kiss. You whimpered softly and you could hear a low growl come from Claudio at the sound.
The other three men all started to step out of their shoes and socks and get comfortable, readying themselves for whatever happened next. But Regal only pulled you in closer. Your towel was still wrapped around you, but it was getting loose. He kept one hand at the base of your skull so you couldn't pull away, not that you would have wanted to. As the kiss continued, your body naturally fell more into the line of his body. You turned your hips and opened your legs until you were straddling him. He let go of you for a second to reposition his hands, using one to open your towel the rest of the way and the other to steady your hips, which rolled against him happily.
"That's a good girl," he cooed. The hand that had opened your towel now pressed against your sternum. He could feel your heart pounding as you looked down at him from your perched position. "Now, what would you like to do first?"
You knew that the correct answer was always to take care of William first. In the Blackpool pecking order, he was a Lord in and out of the ring. "I want to taste you," you whispered. You could feel your cheeks flush scarlet as you said the words.
"What was that, petal?" Regal roughly held your face in one hand, forcing you to make eye contact with him.
"I want to taste you, sir."
Regal relaxed both of his arms, letting go of you and letting them rest on the armrests of the chair. He smiled at you, satisfied, and nodded. You slid down between his legs until your knees rested on the carpet. The towel fell to the floor behind you and you couldn't help but shiver. Your hair was still wet from the shower and the air conditioner was blasting. William let you undo his belt and open his gray pants. Feeling generous, he even lifted his hips slightly to aid you in pulling his pants down enough to grant you access to his cock.
He was wearing tight briefs, bright red with a white waistband. You ran a hand over him through the red fabric and let your mouth follow behind, exhaling to warm him with your breath. He watched you closely, his intensity enough to make you forget how crowded the room was. You pulled down his waistband and freed his erection, wrapping one hand around it firmly and placing your lips around his tip.
William let his head fall back and he moaned his approval as you went to work, moving your hand in time with your head bobbing up and down to take as much of him as you could in your mouth. As he grew at your touch, you started to gag but you didn't slow down. Not until another knock came at the door and you froze. Regal's head snapped up and he immediately put both hands on either side of your head and encouraged you to keep moving. "Don't stop now, sweetheart. Young Wheeler will answer the door."
You continued to suck off your head coach and you could hear Wheeler behind you, opening the door. You knew it would be Jon, but your suspicions were confirmed when you heard him laughing. "Great minds think alike," he said as he clapped a hand on Bryan's shoulder.
Regal could feel you getting distracted and he held your head down as he pushed himself into the back of your throat, holding you tight in place as you gagged around his girth. He leaned down so he was whispering against your head. "Are you ready to begin now, darling?" You moaned around him, spit building up around the base of his cock as you continued to choke on it. He let go of you and you came up for air, gasping as the spit fell down on your chin and dripped onto your chest.
You stayed on your knees and looked up at William. He was already using his own hand to jerk himself off with your spit as lube. "Give me my bag," he told you softly. You handed it to him and he patted you on the head. "Good girl." From within the bag he pulled some warming lube and a shiny silver butt plug. "This was the trophy I brought you. Do you like it?" You nodded eagerly, licking your lips. "Since you've been so good tonight, I will let you pick who gets to put it inside you."
He handed you the butt plug and the lube and you used his knees to steady you as you stood up and turned around. Wheeler was standing back by the door after letting Moxley in. Bryan was sitting up against the headboard, fully dressed and ankles crossed. Claudio was sitting on the edge of the bed, wearing just his joggers, his shirt thrown on the floor with his shoes and socks. Mox was standing next to him.
You stood bedside and held out your offering to Bryan, who smirked as he took them from you. He swung his legs over the side of the bed and stood next to you. "Good choice," he complimented you. He was only an inch taller than you, and though he was sometimes loathe to admit it, he liked the way the rest of the group towered over you both, but he was grateful to still have some height on you.
He instructed you to get on the bed, and you crawled on on all fours, facing your ass out to him, sticking it up in the air as offering. He smiled and caressed you softly before spanking you. The sound was crisp and clear, it filled the whole room. So did the moan it elicited from you. You heard him open the tube of lube and put some on his hand. He was gentle with you at first, letting the substance warm up to your body temperature as he rubbed it on before he started to finger you in preparation for the toy.
Claudio leaned back on the bed and fell into your line of vision. He reached out and held your hand as he kissed you. "You look so beautiful like this, baby," he told you. You loved to hear him praise you in that gorgeous accent of his. He kissed you again and you continued to moan at Bryan's movements. Just as your eyes fluttered shut, you felt empty, then the pressure of the tip of the butt plug pressed against your entrance.
"Ready?" Bryan asked you as he rubbed his clean hand over the cheek he had spanked previously. Claudio stopped kissing you long enough to let you give your consent and then you squeezed your eyes shut again as you felt him push the plug inside you. You had taken bigger, but it still never ceased to surprise you how good it felt to let these men fill you up in any way they saw fit.
Mox walked around the bed to join Bryan behind you. You heard him unzip his jeans. He pulled you back by your hips and your feet fell to the floor so you were bent over onto the mattress. Jon ran his hard cock up along your slit and coated himself in your juices. "I think she likes it," he said smugly. "She's so wet."
Claudio was sat next to you now, rubbing your back as Jon continued to tease you. Bryan slipped off his shoes and stepped out of his sweatpants before he crawled onto the bed, sitting up against the headboard on the opposite side as before, positioning himself so that your head was in his lap. "Please," you whimpered.
"Who are you talking to, little girl?" Regal barked at you from across the room. "Use your words."
"I want Mox inside me," you said as Claudio pushed your hair back out of your face.
"Well don't tease the poor girl, Jonathan. Give her what she wants."
Without another moment of hesitation, Mox pushed inside of you. The combined sensation of being filled by the plug and letting his cock enter your pussy was enough to blind you for a moment. Claudio chuckled as he leaned down to kiss your shoulder. Mox was always fast and rough. He knew how much you liked to be used like you were his doll, and he got off on it and got off on getting you off. He continued to fuck you as Bryan pulled down his underwear and revealed his erection to you. Your face was so close to it he could feel your breath. You were still being rocked back and forth by Mox's thrusts, so Bryan helped guide your lips onto him and he held your head as he thrust up into your mouth.
You could feel Mox speeding up as he dug his nails into your hips and held you down into the mattress. "Fuck her throat, Bry, I want to hear her gag like a little whore," Mox growled. He was slamming into you even harder now and you clenched around him. He knew his words turned you on, and Bryan was happy to oblige. He fucked your mouth until you were both sloppy with your saliva.
Mox pushed down on the small of your back as he continued to pound into you. He was close, you could tell just by his movements. He came inside of you and collapsed onto your back, breathing hard. Claudio watched you as you continued to pleasure Bryan. "Such a good girl," he breathed, as if he was in awe of your talents.
Mox pulled out of you and started to walk away. You saw him walk to the bathroom out of the corner of your eye and you heard as he turned on the faucet. Bryan eased up his movements, sensing it was time to switch positions. Claudio stood behind you and slowly eased the butt plug out of your ass. You sighed at the sensation of it being pulled out of you, but before you could feel empty, Claudio was lifting you up off the bed. He flipped you over and laid you down with your head on the pillows. As he stood over you, he stroked your cheek with one large hand and smiled.
"I'd like nothing more than to fuck that pretty little ass of yours," he told you. "But I want you to tell me what you want next, princess."
"I want you both inside me," you said, grabbing Claudio and Bryan's hands at the same time. "I want you to use me. I want to be your fuck doll."
Claudio visibly shivered at your words. He stripped down to nothing and jumped over you to flop on the bed beside you. You started to move to get on top of him, but he turned to his side and grabbed you with both arms, pulling you effortlessly until you were sitting in his lap, your back pressed against his strong chest. Bryan positioned himself in front of you, between Claudio's legs. Claudio lifted you up and you got in cannonball position, hugging your legs up to your chest to give both men access to your holes. You leaned back, resting your head next to Claudio's. He held your weight up for you and lined himself up with your ass. The plug had prepared you so he slid easily inside. You could feel the vibration of his groan in his chest and hear it as he pressed his mouth against your ear. "Amore mio," he started to gush in Italian. "Sei molto bella, amore mio, sei andata molto bene."
You turned your head and caught his lips with yours. Though you hated to stop him from gushing, you needed to kiss him more. As you rested with Claudio inside you, you closed your eyes and continued to kiss him and you felt Bryan press himself against your pussy. You felt Claudio react as Bryan slid inside. Taking both cocks made everything simultaneously tighter and more slick.
Claudio held you by your hips and Bryan loosened your grip on your legs to let you drape them over his shoulders as he crouched in front of you. Supported by both men, they started to move you slowly, letting you get acclimated to the new position. You hissed slowly as you felt them move inside you and Bryan chuckled under his breath. "Such a good girl," he remarked, almost more to Claudio than to you.
They both started to move more deliberately, finding a shared rhythm as they used both of your holes and brought you closer and closer to your own climax. You could barely think straight, you were so overtaken by physical sensation. As your eyes started to flutter shut you felt Bryan's hand clasp lightly around your throat. He knew how good you felt. You forced your eyes open to look at him and he smiled at you. "Cum for us," he ordered you. You felt one of Claudio's hands slide forward to rub your clit and you gasped. Both men laughed as they continued to fuck you and you let your orgasm take over your whole body.
The feeling of your pussy tightening around him was too much for Bryan, who pulled out to cum on your stomach. Claudio thrust up into you a few more times before releasing his load inside your ass.
You collapsed next to Claudio, your entire body still shuddering and shaking from one of the most intense orgasms you have ever felt. Claudio wrapped his arms around you and spooned you tenderly as he kissed your shoulder. "Brava la donna," he whispered.
As you came back to reality, you looked around the room. Mox was fully dressed, boots still on, standing in the corner. Bryan was putting his clothes back on, watching as Claudio still laid naked with you in bed. Regal was smiling at you from his arm chair, still touching himself. Wheeler was standing to the side, behind Moxley. He still had his clothes on and his eyes were burning with such fire. Though he had been patient and let everyone take their turns with you, you knew he needed you as badly as you needed him.
"Are you ready for more, sunshine?" Regal asked you from his throne.
You bit your lip and nodded. Claudio slid out of the bed and you propped yourself up on your elbows, preparing for what was next. Your pussy was still throbbing with pleasure and you watched as the three men who had already finished made room for Wheeler to step forward. You smiled at him. The two of you were the closest in age of anyone in your group, so you had always felt a special bond with Wheeler. Even still covered in the cum of three other men, when he made his way towards you, you knew that you belonged to him. He could feel it too. He loved to watch you giving and getting so much pleasure from your teammates, but just as it was in wrestling, he watched so that he could learn and he was always excited to try new techniques.
"You look so goddamn beautiful," Wheeler told you, his voice raspy with desire. He said it as if you were the only two people in this room, in the entire hotel, or on the entire city block. Nothing else mattered to him but you.
"Come here, baby," you whispered to him. He took his clothes off and you could see he was fully erect. You patted the bed next to you, inviting him to lay down on his back. Once he was comfortable, you slunk over to lay between his legs and started to kiss the insides of his thighs. You saw the goosebumps raise on his skin and smiled at the effect you had on him. You wrapped one hand around his base, but instead of taking his length in your mouth, you started with his balls, sucking lightly and relishing all of the sounds that Yuta made. When you saw his back arc off the mattress, you moved your focus to his tip, swirling your tongue around him a few times before you wrapped your lips around it and started to suck.
"Fuck," Wheeler exclaimed involuntarily, his hands flying to tangle themselves in your hair. You smiled to yourself and took his whole length in your mouth, gagging slightly as he hit the back of your throat. Instead of pulling away though, you pushed harder, making yourself gag more as you held him there. You heard him start to breath harder and felt his fingers clench around his fistfuls of your hair and you knew you were doing your job well. When you continued your movements, you were surprised to feel Wheeler stopping you. "You're too good at that baby, but I don't want to cum in your mouth."
You understood immediately and you moved to straddle his hips. You didn't put him inside you immediately though. First, you let his cock slide along your slit, mingling your spit with your juices. You were still wet from cumming, but getting to taste Wheeler had gotten you all worked up and ready for round three. He held your hips and held you tighter as you rocked against him. You needed to put both hands on his chest to steady yourself because your legs didn't have enough strength yet to lift your weight enough to line Wheeler's cock up with your entrance. Yuta rubbed your thighs when he noticed they were shaking, then he reached his hand between you to help guide himself inside.
You relaxed down onto him, letting him fill you to the hilt. He didn't move right away. He wanted to live in this moment. He wrapped his arms around your waist and pulled you down so you were laying on him with your arms on either side of his head. He started to kiss your neck as he rocked his hips against yours, gently at first, but with a growing need and intensity. Your clit was pressed perfectly against the front of his pubic bone and you knew it wouldn't be long until your second orgasm overtook you. He sensed it too, he could always read you like a book, so he held your hips tighter against his and continued to rock your bodies together as he sucked harder on your neck, trying to leave his mark on you as a souvenir.
You tried to moan his name, but your voice failed you, the pleasure mounting inside of you was too much. All that came out was a whimper. When Wheeler felt you start to cum on his cock, he pushed back against you lightly, encouraging you to sit up just enough to give him room to start thrusting up into you. It didn't take long for him to finish. Between the physical pleasure of feeling himself inside you and the warmth of pride in his gut he always felt when he made you cum, it was all too much.
As your body started to melt into Yuta's you felt him stroking your back lovingly. But there was still one more thing left to do, and none of the men would let you forget it. Yuta hugged you tightly and flipped you both over and to the side, sliding you on the bed slightly until he had positioned you on your back with your head falling off the mattress. You took in your new perspective and saw Regal standing over you. Without hesitating, you opened your mouth wide and stared up at him. Even upside down, you could see he was beaming at you. Wheeler remained laying between your legs as Regal jerked himself off into your mouth.
You hummed in delight as he finished on your tongue and you swallowed his load.
As Regal pulled his suit pants back up and started to fasten his belt, the only other sound in the room was your labored breathing. You laughed as Wheeler helped you sit back up on the bed and get comfortable. Then you addressed the whole room. "Guys, that was great, but we really need to figure out some kind of shared calendar or something."
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thesupreme316 · 2 years
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HEY YOU, YEAH YOU
Say, you loved the danny chart and regal flirting pics?? Right?
Well, here is an alignment chart of the blackpool combat club and associates as babysitters
*results are not accurate, but in my mind they are*
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tbh i don’t think mox would be mediocre but i feel like he would have the igaf attitude with yuta
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moxleys-darlin · 6 months
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Too Shy To Say, But I Hope You Stay
Pairing: Bryan Danielson/Wheeler Yuta, implied BCC Poly
Summary: Yuta's distracted and Bryan wants to know why.
Disclaimer: I don't claim anything but the idea; characters (unfortunately) aren't mine.
I found a lot of prompts and am slowly getting back to writing after some bad writing block, SO! prompts I used:
I don't need your acceptance. Then why do you want it so badly?
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Bryan can feel Yuta’s eyes on him despite being locked up with Mox in the training ring, cringing slightly when Mox elbows him while he’s distracted. “Focus Wheeler!” William calls out firmly. 
Mox and Yuta break apart and Yuta nods to William. “Yes Lordship, I’m sorry.” He mutters before they lock up again.
Bryan watches, throwing in his own two cents as the fight goes on, cheering when Yuta gets Mox on the mat and pins him. They praise and clap him on the back before William sends him to take a shower and sends Claudio into the ring with Mox. 
Bryan follows Yuta to the bench and smiles, sitting beside his younger lover. “You did well, I’m proud of you.” He claps him on the shoulder but raises an eyebrow when Yuta snorts and shakes his hand off. 
“I don't need your acceptance." He mutters, unlacing his shoes.
"Then why do you want it so badly? I saw you looking to see if I was watching, that’s why you have that bruise forming on your face.” He chuckles but realizes that was a bad idea. 
“Yeah? Maybe I’m making sure you got eyes on me and not looking for the next young boy for the BCC.” He growls out, throwing his shoes toward his bag and standing. 
“Woah hey, talk to me Yoots; what’s wrong? I thought we were past this?” He asks, grabbing Yuta’s shirt before he can storm off and pulling him back down. “Talk to me about this.”
Yuta swears and sits down rubbing his face. “I’m sorry-.” He whispers softly. “Danny- he’s posting all this shit about missing things and looking back on past mistakes and I-.” 
Bryan frowns as he looks away, so he moves to squat in front of Yuta to be able to see his face. “And you-?” He tries to coax out the answer gently and smiles when Yuta looks at him.  “And those feelings came back up of me wondering if I’m not going to be enough down the road.” Yuta mutters with a blush forming across his cheeks. “It’s stupid but I wonder if I’m going to lose you again.” 
Bryan clicks his tongue and grabs Yuta’s chin to tilt his head up. “That will never happen again and I’m sorry that you’re still hurting from my mistakes.” He places a soft peck on Yuta’s lips. “Just please stay?” Yuta whispers. “Promise I’m not going anywhere Yoots.”
This is just a prompt and doesn't connect to my Big Poly stories. I hope y'all enjoy and love it! Much love! 😍🥰😘
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daddyhausen · 1 year
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• kinktober — day fourteen : begging — william regal •
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{ masterlists } | { kinktober 2022 }
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{ warnings } — 18 + { minors do not interact } fem!reader, power dynamic, age gap { of age }, overstimulation, restraints, use of sex toys, edging, orgasm denial, female orgasm, squirting
{ word count } — 331
{ pairing } — fem!reader x william regal
{ genre } — smut
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he sat at the edge of the bed, simply observing
fully clothed while your skin was void of clothing
he’d bound you to the bed
your wrists secured tightly above your head, suspended against the bedframe
the same with your legs
although not bound normally with your legs spread
no
he had bound them together
a vibrator wand nestled between your thighs
the bulb of the toy teasing your clit
a soft buzz reverberating through your core
“ready to listen now, sunshine?”
he questioned, cocking an eyebrow,
twiddling the remote in his hand
increasing the speed when you did not provide him an answer
your whimpers ripped through your throat as he toyed with the settings
one minute your orgasm was right on edge, the next it was being ripped away from you
“darling, if you had listened to me i would have let you cum by now”
you peered over at him through glassy eyes, the thrum in your cunt intensified as he turned up the speed again
“please sir! please let me cum! i’ll be good i promise”
he simply scoffed, a small chuckle leaving his lips
“i don’t believe that, darling” he turned the vibrator onto the highest setting
“if you wanted to cum that bad, you wouldn’t have touched yourself without my permission”
he let the vibrator run on the highest setting for a couple of seconds before turning it down again
“i promise sir i won’t do it again! i need to cum please please!!”
you could say he felt the smallest bit of sympathy for you
allowing the vibrator to run untouched until you spilled over
despite your wetness sweeping from between your thighs he kept the vibratory at max speed for the next few seconds
adoring the way your body squirms and convolses with pleasure
eventually turning off the toy much to the mercy of your cunt
“now…” he paused, unbinding your wrists and ankles
“are you going to behave for me, sunshine?”
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regalityandcoffee · 1 year
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The Body Doesn't Lie (William Regal x Reader)(18+)
Summary: This au is incomprehensible but I guess this is set during it? Anyway, you're laying in bed with William and you have a wet dream. He decides to help you out during it.
Warnings: short, somnophilia, fingering, thigh riding, that's about it.
Enjoy <3
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He relished nights like these with you, nights you two spent in each other's embrace, especially when you'd sleep with him in his room instead of your own down the hall.
Tonight was no different, except you had fallen asleep long before him, snuggled in front of him as you both laid on your sides with his arm around your waist. He listened to the sound of your breathing as he finished up an email on his phone, the brightness down as much as possible as to not wake you. He was breaking his own rule of either of you not working while in bed, but what you didn't know wouldn't hurt you right?
Finally finished, he turned his phone off and placed to on the charger on his nightstand. He was about to turn off the small lamp as well when a noise from you gathered his attention. He brought his arms fully around your middle, and pulled the comforter so it covered you both well.
"Poor baby..." William murmured as he nuzzled his face into the side of your neck. "You must be so tired."
"Mmmhmm." a small noise escaped your lips as you in his arms.
"Are you awake, sweetheart?" There was no response. He waited until your breath once again went even and steady. You appeared to still be asleep. There was movement behind your eyes, but they were definitely still shut. Minutes went past, he himself beginning to drift off, until he felt you turn over in his arms, resting your head against his chest. He moved his legs a bit so you could lay one of yours between his, one of your arms fell around his middle.
"M-Mister..."
"Yes, darling?" He tried again, feeling as your hand weakly gripped his shirt. You still seemed to be asleep though. One hand moved to rub up and down your back. Maybe you were having a bad dream, maybe he should wake you up...
He felt your hips shift against his leg just a bit, the fabric of your underwear rub against his thigh. You made another noise, this one sounding less like distress... more of a whine of some sort...
"Pl...please..."
He moved his thigh up a bit and tugged the leg of his shorts up, feeling you move against him again.
Oh. Oh.
"You need help, don't you, sweetheart?" He whispered. He lifted his thigh just a bit, watching your face as he tugged up your nightshirt above your hips. He moved his hand down to rub the inside of your thigh, giving the hot, soft skin a quick squeeze before slipping past your underwear to rub against your pussy. "Poor thing, getting so wet like this..."
He slipped his fingers into you, moving them back in forth in your soaked heat before angling them to look for your core under the blankets...
"Mmmmph..." He felt you grip his shirt a bit tighter.
Found it.
He crooked his fingers and slowly moved them in you, his thumb rubbing circles against your clit as you bucked your hips against his hand, going from slowly swirling his fingers in you, taking his time, then quickly thrusting them in you as you whimpered and whined against him in your sleep.
His wrist was beginning to ache, but the noises you made pushed him to go on.
"Hm, mmmh..."
"Shh, that's it, that's it. You're doing so well. Even like this, you're so good for me..." He murmured. He continued on, applying more pressure against your clit, feeling the way it pulsed under neath yiur thumb and your pussy clenched around his fingers, until his ears perked at your voice.
"S-Sir?" This time your voice was more clear, and he watched as you eyes slowly opened.
"Hi, sweetheart." Slowly, he slipped his fingers out of you, smiling at you as you looked up in confusion. You seemed to quickly understand what just happened, and moved to bury your face in his chest, clutching his shirt, mumbling apologies.
"You woke up before you could cum, didn't you?"
"Yes..."
"Don't feel embarrassed, dear. It's alright. Don't you want to finish?" He whispered, petting your hair with his other hand.
You looked up, eyes dewy and wide. You gave a small nod.
He kissed your forehead. "Good girl. Let me help you, just keep moving against me, okay?"
"Okay..." you moved your hips against his thigh, the now very damp fabric of your underwear rubbing against him.
He stroked your hair and gave you words of encouragement as you rubbed against him, whining against his chest once again. You barely lasted a few more minutes, desperately moving your hips faster, before slowing down, panting hard, coming to a rest back down on top of him.
"That's it, you did so well, honey."
"Thank you, Sir..." You mumbled against him.
"Do you want more than that, sweetheart?" He asked, gently cupping your face with his hand. You nodded again.
He laughed softly as you raised your hips, and slowly he helped you to pull your underwear down.
"Let's get these off of you, then..."
-fin-
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smartycvnt · 1 year
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Meeting the Family
Pairing: William Regal x Reader
You were beyond nervous for tonight. Wrestling wasn't a big part of your life, despite having grown up around it. The sport was everything to your father, uncles, brothers, and cousins, but you had never really been bitten by the wrestling bug. You hadn't even been to a show in almost ten years. However, just a few months ago you had secretly gotten married to William. You had yet to meet his son Charlie, who was now wrestling on NXT. William had come back from AEW to WWE just to help coach his son and some of his peers. You thought it was admirable, especially since he had been so happy working alongside the BCC at AEW.
"You can relax a little. This is all going to be fine," William said as he placed his hand over yours. You relaxed a little as he squeezed gently. You hadn't met Charlie yet, not as William's wife at least. He had introduced the two of you earlier, claiming that you were an acquaintance that he had met during some media thing. That was true enough, although not at the time. The two of you had met while you were promoting your new television show, which William would be getting a guest star spot on. He had also set up a meeting for you to use some other wrestlers as background or recurring characters.
"Do you think he'll like me?" you asked. William nodded, absolutely certain that Charlie would love you. William knew that it'd be a bit awkward since you had been one of his son's first celebrity crushes, but William would enjoy teasing him about it. "I don't think I've ever been this nervous to meet someone else before."
"You're quite charming and extremely lovely my dear. Charlie would be an absolute fool if he didn't absolutely adore you. I'm counting on having to tell him to behave actually. He's got all my charm and none of my tact, poor fellow," William said. You could tell that he was joking, especially about the tact, which William did lack a bit. He was a shameless flirt, almost to the point of getting himself in trouble. You didn't mind it, but you knew that if he didn't watch himself in some spaces that it could become a problem.
William walked you around backstage and introduced you to a few of his old friends and colleagues. You were introduced to some of the wrestlers who had signed up to audition for parts on your show as well. Everybody seemed pretty nice, and William felt comfortable enough to leave you there to talk to them while he ran to get Charlie. You had gotten sort of lost in chatting with Hunter about some of William's old stories when William approached the two of you.
"Not embarrassing me I hope," William said as he placed his arm around you. You gave him a look like nobody could embarrass him more than he had himself in his drunk recollection of various mishaps in matches or traveling. "Y/n, this is my son, Charlie. Charlie, this is your new stepmother, Y/n."
"Stepmother?" Charlie asked. He had obviously expected William to introduce you as a girlfriend or partner, not his new wife. "Someone moves fast."
"She's a good chunk of years younger than me, no use in waiting around," William joked. You slapped his chest as you moved forward to hold your hand out for Charlie to shake.
"Nice to meet you," you said, ignoring the way William was still going on behind you. You were an actress for a living, but had yet to meet anyone more dramatic than William. "Sorry for this being dropped on you so suddenly."
"Something tells me that's not your fault. The pleasure's all mine, I'm a big fan," Charlie told you. William gave you a look like he knew you'd get along with Charlie very well as he pulled Hunter aside to talk to him. "Do you like wrestling?"
"It's not really my thing, but I've been around enough of it to know what's going on. Good luck tonight, I think you'd make a good champion. Your father tells me you're a good man, much better behaved than he was at your age," you said. You had a little joke about Charlie seeming better behaved now than William was, but you held it back.
"Bar wasn't set too high," Charlie joked. You laughed at his comment, causing William to glance over at the two of you. You liked how easily you fell into step with William and his son, especially after having been so scared about meeting Charlie in the first place. You'd hate to admit it, but William was absolutely correct about you having nothing to worry about.
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bbyfacebunn · 1 year
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So Regals officially gone now, meaning that MJF literally killed him off. On paper the idea is kind of funny to me but then I remembered this will play into the BCC storyline and now I’m thinking about how all the members are gonna react to this. (He’s not “dead” technically but let’s go off the idea that he legit got killed off)
•Bryan had to witness all of that and literally had to watch Regal get taken away. Once that ambulance went away I know that man was punching the walls and shit. Dude had to watch his mentor die in front of his eyes. The resentment and anger he’s gonna show MJF will be absolute fury
•Technically since Yuta and Claudio did a sit down off the show I’m gonna go off that they weren’t there in person. They either had to see it on their tv’s or got the news from Bryan via text. Either way this shocks them just as much, but it especially would hit hard for Yuta. He’s the youngest and the most emotional to, so hearing that would absolutely crush him. It makes the moment of Max faking wanting to shake hands with him even worse, it proves that he’s a snake and will always be one to him
•Mox will be the hardest one to tell the news to. He was taken out before that night cause of Hangman so he didn’t see any of it, and he probably wasn’t seeing it on tv. The rest of the group are very hesitant to tell him via text, they know with him his emotions are reckless so he needs to be told in person. The next show they’re at, Bryan breaks the news to him and he’s just in shock. Every person in the group looked up to him, but Mox did the most. He is yelling, screaming, threatening to beat the everloving shit out of MJF again. The rest of them literally have to restrain him because they know if he isn’t things will be destroyed and people will get beat up
Overall, it affects everyone, and they aren’t the same people after it anymore
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legityoots · 2 years
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From the prompts list; “I think I’m in love with you and I’m terrified.” Regal and Female OC?
I'm sorry this took so long! It ended up working best (imho) as a sequel to You Don't Know Where Your Interest Lies, so that's now a series. Anyway, here it is:
When You Say It, Darling, Mean It All The Way
William Regal x OFC Rating: Explicit, 18+ Words: 1652 Tags/Warnings: love confessions, explicit description of sex.
“I think I’m in love with you, and I’m terrified.” Katie’s heart is beating in her throat as she chokes out the words. She’s straddling William Regal’s lap, and feeling more than a little overwhelmed about it. 
They’ve been dancing around this issue for months, not quite doing anything about it (besides the excellent sex on the nights they end up together) but flirting with the topic all the same. 
Shit, even if it’s all unofficial, she doesn’t think she’s ever been this happy before. 
Bouquets of roses delivered to her hotel rooms, pretty trinkets that he’s obviously put thought into. Things that are useful enough to keep with her, on the road. Constant reminders of him. It’s been a whirlwind, and even more dizzying because of all the years before they were peers, that she’d been a fan. And then there’s the matter of those few weeks after they met where she’d been convinced that he hated her, only to find the opposite.
It’s another one of their nights together, and she’d been expecting it to be similar to the rest. They’ve fallen into a perfect little routine, hooking up on the road, sometimes travelling together between shows when convenient. But no, tonight is different. William had been in a particular mood, and when he’d been working her open with two thick, talented fingers, his head pillowed on her thigh, he’d asked, “Tell me who you belong to, Katherine.”
She’d been too turned on to really think about it; at the time she’d have said anything to get him to keep working his magic. It was only afterwards, while William was basking in the afterglow of his own orgasm, that her brain had started turning the idea over, and it’d thrown her for a loop. Once his head had cleared enough to really pay attention, he noticed the shift in her mood, and pulled her, naked as the day she was born, over on top of him.
That’s where they are now, and mentally she corrects herself, she doesn’t have to be overwhelmed: he is her William. They’ve clarified that part already, with his lips pressed tentatively against her own and a lot of promises about what’s to come over the next few months.
She’d never considered him a particularly delicate man, well over six feet and, as he’d laugh, built like a brick shithouse, but here he was, holding her face in his large hands like she’s something precious and beloved.
She’s never had that before, and maybe that’s part of what’s shaken her. It’s always been a case of men, and the occasional woman, thinking that because she’s so blunt and unflinching on the topic of sex, that she’s somehow immune to wanting to be romanced. As such, it’s never really happened. Until now. Until him.
William tucks a lock of hair behind her ear and smiles kindly, pushing forward despite the way she’s frozen still on top of him like a deer in the headlights. She’s a horse about to bolt, and he murmurs, in the soft voice that only she gets to hear, “I wouldn’t dream of hurting you, flower. What you’re feeling, what’s between us? It is very, very mutual.”
That voice of his is going to be the death of her. Like most people familiar with his work, she’s used to his formal way of speaking, clear and polished. But behind closed doors, he’s something else; rougher, gentler. More common, she supposes he’d say. William’s blue eyes are shining as he bites his lip and searches her face for a response, for any indication that he’s said the right thing.
She gives it with her answering smile, and by moving closer, winding her fingers into his greying blond hair. It’s like silk. One day she’ll have to figure out his hair care routine, because holy shit, the things this man can teach her seem endless, in and out of the ring. 
William tilts his face upwards, silently encouraging her to close the gap and kiss him again. Following his lead is as natural as breathing, and she starts with the scar above his lip, licking along it before he opens his mouth to her. His tongue caresses hers slowly, savouring every split second of their kiss. 
A whimper escapes her. He responds by bringing his hands down to cup her rear, pulling her pelvis flush against his. A split second later and she’s on her back, the mattress bouncing with their combined weight.
Katie squeaks in surprise, and a warm, rumbling laugh erupts from William’s chest. “You are just glorious, my girl.”
She melts under him, turning her face away and struggling not to blush. 
He teases, “Come on, Kat,” and she thinks, oh no, because when he shortens her name it’s a direct line to those churning butterflies in her stomach, a thousand tiny wings beating at once. “I want to see you.”
She gazes back at him with pleading eyes. Even the idea of being looked at right now is too much, not when she feels so vulnerable, in such unfamiliar territory. It’s easy to be at his mercy sexually, but knowing her heart and soul belong to him as well as her body is another thing, even if he’s admitted he feels the same.
One day she might get used to it, but not yet.
“Kiss me,” she whispers, in the hope that putting them back on that track will help her feel at ease.
He does as she’s asked, leaning in and bringing their mouths to touch. The pressure of his lips takes away every worry, every thought bouncing around in her brain, stealing her breath along with them as his hands come to rest at either side of her head.
Experimentally, he rocks forward, and oh, fuck, she keens into his kiss when she feels his hardness press against her, slipping against her slick, sensitive skin. She shifts her hips to seek him, trying to angle herself into alignment, and William meets her halfway.
He sinks into her heat and lights up nerve endings she didn’t know existed. He’s like an electric current up her spine, little shocks of tingling pleasure moving through her body in waves until she’s on fire, from the tips of her fingers all the way to her toes. He thrusts, slow and measured, just deep enough to hit where she needs him most, shallow enough to leave her wanting more.
William breaks their kiss and rests his forehead against Katie’s, gazing deep into her eyes. It feels like he can see right into her soul, like all her innermost secrets are laid bare right before him. 
And with him buried inside her, looking at her the way he is, she finds it’s not as bad as it could seem. To share all of herself isn’t the most terrifying thing in the world - far from it. She opens her mouth to say something to that effect, when William slides back home, and her words die in her throat. 
The only sound she can make is a low groan, which William matches. His breath catches, and as he presses his lips to her cheek, his five o’clock shadow scratches the border of her lower lip. 
Quietly, voice thick with emotion, he says, “I really do love you.”
“I love you too.” She surprises herself that there’s no hesitation; the words slip out as naturally as if she’s said them a hundred times before. 
William rocks his hips into hers again, and as full as she feels with him buried in her body to the hilt, she also feels whole in a way that’s entirely new. Suddenly, all those trite speeches about how special sex is, how meaningful it can be, feel like they have a grain of truth to them. She never believed anything like that before. If this is making love, she wants to do it at every available opportunity.
She gasps and winds her legs around his waist, digging her heels into his lower back. William’s hands find hers, threading their fingers together, til they’re pressed palm-to-palm either side of her head. 
“Kat,” William sighs, “I won’t last much longer.”
She whines and tries to get more of him, pulling him in as deep as she can take it, to that point where it almost hurts, it feels so good. “Need to feel you, Sir. Let go for me.”
He bites his lip as he drives back into her, and his noises and movements are taking on that telltale, desperate edge. Her need climbs higher along with his, and she digs her fingertips into his gorgeous, broad back, as her body starts to shake.
The rush of her release hits her at the same time as William tenses and buries his face in the crook of her neck. 
“Oh, God, Kat,” he cries out, and she feels him come.
He kisses her through the aftershocks, leaving her gasping for breath when they finally, reluctantly, break apart. She grimaces at the discomfort as William slips out of her, but none of that matters when he continues to hold her close, peppering kisses on her cheek, her jaw, the shell of her ear.
She squeaks when he nips affectionately at her earlobe, and then feels his laugh as much as hears it, with his exhale across her skin. 
“Mine,” he says, with a darkly satisfied, smug possessiveness she can’t help giggling in response to. He’s so beautiful when he’s playful, even more than usual; it makes her heart do backflips.
“Yours,” she agrees, “as long as you’re mine.”
His laugh is rich and warm. “My dear, you’re never getting rid of me now.”
And there’s that overwhelmed feeling again, but this time because she can’t believe her luck. She smiles against his lips when she pulls him back to her mouth. “Like I’m ever letting you go.”
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wardlowsbabydoll · 2 years
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Road Trip- Blackpool Combat Club
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I fucking had to use this gif lol but this includes Bryan and Regal as well
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This was Regal’s idea
He said that the factions synchronicity needed improvement
You were somewhat against it, knowing your personal space would be nonexistent for the drive
Mox had to be threatened with an ass-kicking to agree
And so did Bryan
Claudio and Yuta were the only two besides Regal to willingly agree to this adventure
You ended up taking your SUV (you were not exactly happy to be putting more miles on it)
The only person you trusted to drive your SUV was Claudio so he took it upon himself to let you relax this drive
The others didn’t take any offense to it, they knew you and Claudio were the only two who didn’t have any points on your licenses
Regal took shotgun, of course, he decided he would be the navigator
You sat right behind Regal so whenever you stopped you were able to easily escape the car
Bryan was right in the middle, he wanted to add his ten cents to the conversations up front
Yuta was sitting right behind Claudio; Mox had banished himself to the way back, still mad he had to be there
The ride at first was a comfortable silence, you were leaning on the window listening to music trying to fall asleep
But in a car with five guys you should've known sleep would be an impossible endeavor
Every time you would almost end up asleep you would suddenly be startled awake by someone poking you
After the first 5 minutes you ignored it but when it reached almost 15 minutes of poking when you were one the precipice of sleep you finally caught Mox and smacked him.
Hard.
That was the first time you had to pull over and be scolded by Regal, like a disappointed dad would his children
Eventually Mox fell asleep so you could finally get some proper rest
Before you knew it you were at the rest stop and you legs were thanking you for finally getting to stretch for a bit
When you all got back in the car it went back to being chaos, quiet never lasted long with the Blackpool Combat Club
Mox was all too content to give you and Yuta shit the whole ride whether it was poking you both when you tried to sleep, or pulling your hair, or in Yuta’s case receiving a wet Willy
When you two fought back you accidentally caught Bryan in the crossfire who then joined in on the fighting
Which in turn made Regal yell at you all, like a dad
Claudio was definitely the most patient of the pair up front but you knew he was annoyed
When you finally made it to your destination, you all were never more grateful to be out of the car and be able to get away from each other
Let's just say that there would be no more Blackpool Combat Club road trips
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