#claudio castagnoli fanfiction

[blueberryomega]

VICIOUS (The Series) Part 2

Pairing: Female and male OC (Male OC was my husband's idea) x AEW Superstars

Summary: Audrey Nolan, an almost 23-year-old woman, comes to AEW with the simple fact of fulfilling her dream of being a wrestler, inspired by Chyna, her favorite wrestler. But as time goes by, she feels her dream destroyed by people who judge her because of her gender.

Warning: strong language, may contain sex.

Audience: 18+ [minors do not interact]

I don't own any gifs, photos or brands posted here. This is just a fanfiction! Don't like it? Go away and don't read it. That's it.

The night fell, Audrey did what she could to strengthen herself. Listening to "Limbo" by Daddy Yankee inspired her all night. She was thinking about Eddie all day, he was one of her several favorite wrestlers and she saw him as a dad figure. She still couldn't believe that that happened on that day, of all the bad things she faced before she could marry Jay. Someone started knocking on the door, it was Scarlett. She came as if she were a boxing coach.

"Good evening Audrey." She said.

"Hey, you look like a boxing coach." Audrey reacted. "What for?"

"To train you. I had a conversation with Jay and he told me that you don't jump rope or do any flips. I thought you were more or less a Rey Mysterio... I don't know, a Jeff Hardy... more or less like that."

"Scar, I'm not crazy enough to do all that shit. I wanted to be more or less half taekwondo and half boxing. I don't know... but not to be a high flyer. Forget about that, gurl."

"My biggest goal was for you to do at least some fucking clotheslines at least..."

"Well, I can do clotheslines. But forget about making Swantons."

Scarlett and Audrey went to a separate ring to start training.

"Great." Scarlett smiled. "Kenny, come here."

Audrey smiled, watching Kenny enter. He noticed that he was in recovery, but at the same time he wanted to see the Nolans' talent.

"Hello Audrey." He greeted her, making her feel nervous. "Hey, don't be like that. I'm not going to do anything to you."

She gave a sigh. "Hello... Kenny."

Scarlett smiled. "The only reason he came is to see what you learned during your training. Now try giving a kick."

Audrey raised her leg to try a kick, having a memory in her mind. "Addy.. are you okay?"

"I think...did I do it right?"

Kenny smiled. "You did pretty well, although you need to practice a little more."

"Let's see Audrey, how long have you not practiced?"

"Since...since I was in my third year of high school. I haven't practiced in a long time."

Kenny looked at Scarlett. "Go train her, she needs a little more efficiency."

Audrey started to feel bad. "I think so..."

"Hey, you're doing it well, but you need to get back that same energy you had when you did your first practice. That way you'll come out cool and give that fucker Claudio a hard time."

Kenny stood up gently, leaving the entire area. Audrey felt embarrassed by what The One Winged Angel did to her wrestling moves.

"It's better to stay as manager." She thought to herself and left.

Meanwhile with the BCC...

Claudio was sitting on a couch, upset along with Wheeler Yuta, Jon Moxley, and Bryan Danielson.

"Do you know what started bothering me about that tomboy Audrey? That she starts defending that shitty Eddie. I'm sick of it."

Jon rolled his eyes. "Here we go again."

"What's up? You got a problem?"

"Dude, everything about Eddie pisses you off, even the new girl pisses you off."

"More like the male pisses me off."

Wheeler crossed his arms. "Wasn't she the tomboy?"

Claudio roared. "IT'S THE SAME SHIT YOU BITCH, SHUT YOUR FUCKING MOUTH!"

"That's enough Claudio." Mox commanded. "If you don't want any trouble with Eddie, don't mess with the tomboy. Listen to me. Use your head to think instead of shining a light on it."

Claudio took a breath. "If that will prevent me from seeing the male, then fine. But the problem is with her, not with Kingston."

"You seriously are an idiot... you know what? Do whatever you want, but remember that I told you so. Don't come crawling then."

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Audrey was sitting in a chair backstage, looking at a photo of her husband and her at their wedding. A happy tear was shed, making him hug the photo.

"AUDREY!" Jay ran towards her. "Hey baby girl. How was today?"

Audrey looked at her husband. "Good... all good." .

"Hey... Scarlett told me that you need to do a little more training, since your 'twin' evaluated you."

"Honey, I don't know if I can do it."

"Why's that?"

"It's just... I don't feel capable of doing such a thing."

"Baby, of course you can. It takes as long as it takes, but that's okay. At least you'll be my manager until you're completely ready." Jay put his hands on Audrey's shoulders. "I love you Drey, you are everything to me... you are my entire life, and the first thing I told you before we got married would be to make your dreams come true and do everything... to see you happy."

"My love." She smiled, giving him a kiss on the cheek.

Jay winked. "Let's go to the locker." He whispered, scooping his wife into his arms and kissing her passionately.

Both went to the locker room, Jay placed Audrey's body in the couch, locking the door completely and running to kiss her, then starting to take off her clothes.

"Damn baby..." Jay smirked, as his voice deepened. "I started to miss those big juicy tits... that fat pussy... and those clapping cheeks. Gosh mami."

"You like how it is now papi?" Audrey looked at him.

"Of course, I've always like that hot body of yours. It..." Jay removed all of his clothes, placing himself on top of his wife and holding his hands on the couch. "It drives me crazy how big you get every fucking day baby girl. Fuck... I want you."

Both laughed, kissing like they were devouring themselves, as Jay started squeezing Audrey's boobs. Audrey started letting out a moan while letting herself get dominant by her husband. Jay's hands ran towards her neck, squeezing it lightly and seeing how her eyes grew big.

"Papi.." Audrey moaned, about to yell. Jay's free hand ran right towards her pussy, starting to rub her clit fast, making her moan harder.

"Fuck mami, you're so fucking wet.. wet, sexy, and all juicy just for papi."

He stopped for a minute, getting up and jerking off his cock, right before putting it in Audrey's pussy. She let out a gasp, feeling him deeper inside of her.

Jay started fucking her, squeezing her neck softly as he does. Audrey's moans where about to turn into screams.

"Jay!!" She screamed, rolling her eyes and burying her back on the couch.

He chuckled, leaning down on her ear. "Now everybody in this roaster knows who own you.. you're such a great girl."

Jay's deepened voice turned Audrey on, making her jiggle her boobs while she was getting fucked.

"Mami..." Jay took a breath. "Mami.. I'm close... i'm close to make a fucking mess in you."

"Cum in me papi." Audrey begged. "Cum in me..."

Jay's pace went faster, as Audrey's screams were louder. Then he came deep inside of her, removing his cook and shooting cum all over his wife's boobs.

Jay's body collapsed, and same did Audrey's. Both laughed and kissed, as they put on a blanket and both of them felt asleep.

TO BE CONTINUED...

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[h0ney-fiction]

Smoke

Synopsis: Claudio comes home late at night to find his wife, Leanna, indulging in that green.

A/N: Schnucki = sweetie

Word Count: 1,310

Ratings/Warnings: Explicit. 🌱 Use. Unprotected Sex.

It was 2AM when Claudio came home after a taping. He was surprised to see the light leading to the backyard was on. He was even more surprised to see his wife, Leanna, sitting on the daybed on their back porch, meticulously hunched over a wooden box with a tray, rolling what appeared to be a joint.

“Schnucki?” he called out.

The young woman jumped in response, placing her hand over her heart.

“Papi!‌ You scared me!” She called out, picking up the joint that fell out of her hand and into the box.

“You’re lucky I just finished this,” She giggled.

The Swiss looked at her with great curiosity.

“Where did you get this?”

Leanna was a native California girl; marijuana wasn’t anything new to her. In fact, in a life before Claudio, she was a beach bum stoner modeling along the West Coast. A year before he left WWE‌ for AEW, Vince hired models for a promo.

Neither of them remembers who or what it was for.

What they did know is by the end of the shoot, they became inseparable. Despite not being a smoker himself, Claudio never pressured Leanna to stop. However, when they decided to have baby Olivia, she quit.

“You’re home early!” She got up, getting on her toes to wrap her arms around his neck and kiss him. He kissed back endearingly.

“Where did you get weed?” He inquired again.

Leanna shrugged and giggled, clearly already a little high. He smiled at her.

“Vanessa came over with takeout and drinks. We put Liv down for the night and she told me she had a joint in her car. She left then I remembered I still had some in my stash.”

Claudio couldn’t help but laugh at his wife’s reasoning. She took his hand and led him to the daybed. Claudio sat down as she took the joint from the box and lit it. She deeply inhaled as the embers of the tightly rolled joint lit up and burned. The smell of marijuana danced against Claudio’s nose as she exhaled. Leanna turned to the Swiss and kissed his temple. She then gave her hand out.

“Come on, baby. Just one hit.”

Claudio knew his wife had an ulterior motive as she teasingly placed her free hand on his thigh, gently caressing upwards under his gym shorts. He laughed to himself, always so brazen when she was horny.

Marijuana wasn’t his vice of choice but he does enjoy the effect it has on him during sex. He took the joint from her. As he placed the joint between his lips and inhaled, Leanna placed herself between his legs. She caressed and kissed his thighs as he exhaled, pulling down his black gym shorts. She felt him through his underwear, teasing him. He relaxed into the daybed, feeling the effects of the drug slowly take over his body. Claudio let out a low moan as she licked his shaft through his underwear, his manhood awakening in response. He lifted up his hips to help her take off his underwear. She kissed his balls and licked him from the base to his tip.

“You want it sloppy, baby?”

Claudio nodded.

Leanna’s eyes were filled with lust as she put him in her mouth. Claudio rolled his head back, letting the sounds of the night air become background to the slurps and rolls of Leanne’s tongue. He was surprised at how two-year-old weed was making his body feel extremely sensitive to her touch as he became aware of every movement of her tongue as she massaged his balls with her thumb. His cock began to twitch in her mouth, begging for release.

He pulled away from his wife and brought her up to his lap, positioning her to straddle his knee. He looked at her against the patio light, all she was wearing was one of his Blackpool Combat Club t-shirts that looked oversized against her small, curvy, frame and boy-short panties. He put his hands in her hair and kissed her. She opened her mouth and let him explore her with his tongue. He savored the kiss, deepening it tenderly, feeling everything. He grabbed her by her waist to pick her up but she stopped him.

“No,” She said, breaking the kiss. “Fuck me here.”

Claudio raised his eyebrow, “Aren’t you afraid we’ll wake up the neighbors?”

“Let them hear.” She kissed him, “They probably think your name is Papi, anyway.”

Before Claudio could contest, Leanna took her shirt off, exposing her breast. She led his hands on them and returned to this kiss.

Claudio pushed away any concern he had out the window as he circled his thumbs around her nipples, teasing them. He felt Leanna circle her hips on his thigh, occasionally pushing herself back and forth against his knee.

He could feel his cock stiffen and twitch in anticipation. He tugged at her underwear and helped her get out of them. She got straddled herself against him, whimpering from the sensation. Claudio nibbled on her ears and kissed down her neck and collarbones. He teased, brushing his lips against the skin above her breast, making her ache for more of his touch. Her moans grew louder but she was careful not to wake up a neighbor, or worse, Olivia.

Claudio positioned Leanna’s back against the day bed, pushing aside her stash box. He took off his shirt and placed himself on top of her between her legs. He swirled his tongue around her dark nipples, causing her to arch her back to him. He sucked and teased as his hands explored her, touching her in places only he knew. Her moans turned into breaths of pleasure as he kissed, licked, and sucked down to her navel and then her hips. He teased her clit with his thumb, drawing deliberately long, slow figures 8’s as he kissed her thighs and mound. She opened like a flower to his touch, lifting and squirming her hips, yearning for more.

“Be still, schnucki, or I’ll stop,” He said firmly. Leanna let out a breathy moan and plopped her hips down against the daybed. He knew she didn’t like when he teased her so intently, but watching her ache for him turned him on.

He finally dove his tongue into her honey. He could hear her moans grow louder as he intently swirled his tongue around her. Leanna placed her hands around his head and began to sway her hips to the rhythm of his tongue.

Claudio couldn’t help himself. He broke away from her sweetness, getting on his knees. He positioned himself, slowly filling inside her.

“Papiii,” She moaned. 

She sucked on his lip as he rocked his hips against her like a wave. They fell into a rhythm as Leanna rubbed her hands up and down Claudio’s arms and chest. She pulled him towards her and wrapped her arms around his neck.

“I love it when you fuck me, Papi,” she moaned into his ear, rolling her hips against him.

“I know,” The Swiss replied. His voice turned into a low growl.

Leanna’s moans turned into shallow breaths as her legs began to quiver. Claudio matched his thrusts to the rolls of her hips as he intently filled every inch inside her. Soon, her whole body gave in pleasure as she moaned Claudio’s same so loud she was almost certain at least the next house overheard her.

But she didn’t care.

With one final thrust, Claudio’s cock began to pulsate and release inside her. Catching his breath, he pulled away and wrapped his arms around his beautiful wife. He kissed her forehead and nuzzled his nose in her hair. Just when the couple relaxed into post-sex bliss, the baby monitor on the patio table began to crackle with mumbles and cries. The two simultaneously sighed.

Every time.

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[daddyhausen]

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

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

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

{ word count } — 2.9k

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

{ genre } — smut

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

they kept tugging, toying, with your clothing

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

ready for them to paint with their desire

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

the room had been converted into some sort of training room

a basic, dreary one at that

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

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

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

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

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

enough to make you whine when he bit down especially hard

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“is that right, doll?”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

claudio reciprocated the same nod

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

it was all too much for your mind to take in

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

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

the taste foreign on your tongue

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

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

a subtle pop following after he’d removed them

yuta offered you no such decency

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

shuddering with arousal at your taste

jon was last, quickly prying his fingers from your panties

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

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

“strip her. then bring her to the mat”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

jon pondered for a moment, smoothing down his beard

“bring her to me”

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

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

you winced as your knees came in contact with the mat

still feeling the concrete beneath it

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

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

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

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

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

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

noticing, despite your previous attempts at restraint

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

and rather eager at the fact.

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

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

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

claudio had taken his position behind you

both large palms now fully cupping your breasts

groping and squeezing the supple flesh

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

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

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

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

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

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

grabbing your right thigh, he held them open,

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“you know what to do”

claudio only nodded with a sickening smirk

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

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

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

“relax for us. we won’t hurt you”

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

“all you gotta do is obey us”

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

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

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

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

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

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

although the feeling felt more predatory than it did comforting

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“so tight for me, little one”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

claudio started moving again with a particularly rough thrust

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

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

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

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

claudio kept the camera poised on your ass

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

completely unaware of your second orgasm rushing through you.

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

you effectively cockwarming the youngest

claudio remained silent as yuta continued to film

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

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

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

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

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

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

yuta and claudio pulled out of you breathlessly

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“could you send me that video?”

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[bullet-clubs-bitch]

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

Fine Print

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

Blackpool Combat club X Fem reader

Main Masterlist

Word count: 835

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Heads up? Why would I need a heads up?

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

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

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

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

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

I didn’t know how to respond 

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

“Home?” was all I could manage to stay

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

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

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

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

What have I gotten myself into?

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[omg-im-such-a-masochist]

𝚂𝚝𝚘𝚌𝚔𝚘𝚕𝚖 - 𝙲𝚑𝚊𝚙𝚝𝚎𝚛 𝟸

Warnings: +18, adult content, semi-erotic content, harsh language, dub-con, mild psychological torture, yandere vibes, slow burn.

Tags: @theworldofotps , @writtingrose , @aerynscrichton, @daddyhausen , @melissahausen , @unoficialy-married-to-ace-austin , @sophiewolfheart-blog , @sultryfandoms , @new-zealand-chic, @crowleysqueenofhell , @thealliasylum , @legit9thlunaticwarrior , @adamjf , @josiewrites , @seeingstarks , @irish-newzealand-idian-dutch, @whenimakeitshine1234, @moxkindagirl , @sunshinevirus , @im-just-a-mississippi-girl , @ripleyswhore

Chapter 1

“But first” Claudio squeezed the flesh of her hip, making sure to apply enough pressure to make her feel his trimmed nails sinking into her skin. 

It was a silent warning, she could feel the harshness of every word underneath his deadly grip. She would have to be careful with this one, he wasn’t completely under her spell as Mox was. And even though Yuta was dangerous, he was a minor one compared to the bald man. 

She could see it in his eyes, as Claudio slowly released her flesh, that he wouldn’t think twice before hurting her. 

And if she’d like to have any sort of advantage over these men, she would have to get at least two of them on her side. 

“Let’s have our snack before it gets cold” Claudio grinned, his dark eyes sparkled with knowledge and a fake warmness that was meant to give her a false sense of security. 

She knew that look all too well, being familiar with it ever since she was a child, she could sense it from a mile away. This one was smarter than Yuta and Mox together.

This one was going to be responsible for putting her acting skills to the test. 

Claudio had brought them two grilled cheese sandwiches, a cup of coffee for himself, a cup of orange juice for her, and a small bowl of chopped fruits. Strawberries, kiwis, red and green grapes were the ones she could spot on the top of the porcelain bowl. 

She slightly frowned, these were not only all of her favorite fruits but it was also intriguing to her how they had managed to find kiwi in her town. 

The fruit is typically grown in temperate climates with mild winters and warm summers, and that was the exact opposite climate of her town. 

All of the times she craved to eat the exquisite fruit, she had to drive at least 3 hours to the closest state with a temperate climate so she could find the sweet yet tangy-tasting fruit at the grocery store. 

This was odd, to say the least. It was either an indication that they were distant from her town or that the men who kidnapped her came from somewhere far from where she lived. 

“Do you like kiwis?” Claudio asks, suddenly curious about her apparent fixation over the fruit. 

“Yes,” She nodded, momentarily licking her lips in order to try to fake a nervousness. “It’s one of my favorites…I haven’t eaten it in a long time”

“Well, ain’t today your lucky day?” The smile on Claudio’s lips was spine-chilling, like an owl’s hoot on a winter night. A bad omen for what was yet to come. 

Her eyes found the deer’s head on the wall once again, it whispered softly to her, humming a familiar tune over and over like a broken record. 

She felt it before she could see it, the sweetness followed by the tanginess and slightly acidic taste of the fruit against her lips, her eyes darted down to Claudio’s fingers, which held the piece of fruit against her bottom lip. 

The once-friendly flavor now tasted hostile, aggressive, malicious, and venomous. The man before her had poisoned it with his touch, and nausea began to rise up her throat. 

Staring at the Swiss man who was now face to face with her, she watched as his tongue darted out to collect the juices of the green fruit spread across her lips. She felt it, the warm and rough texture of the muscle tasting her skin. And before she could rationalize what had happened, the man whispered “Lay down”.

Her eyes fixated on his as he spoke:

“I’m going to ask you some questions, and for each correct answer I’ll reward you with some of your favorite fruits” Claudio smiled widely “Let’s begin”. 

The winter wind blew against her wet skin, prickling and burning her delicate flesh. Uncontrolled shivers run through her entire body, a sharp pain constricts her lungs and pressure begins to install itself in her chest, making her already shallow breath become weaker with each drag of breath in.

Her eyes tingled with the unshed tears and her throat burned with the desire to scream through the howling wind.

“I can see your tears from here, dytyna. You’re not fooling anyone” Mykola laughs, pulling a long drag of his cigarette as she screamed at the top of her lungs “FUCK YOU!”. 

The temper tantrum only served to make her father’s right-hand laugh louder, his combat boots sank into the snow as he squatted down, “Are you feeling better now? Good, now control your emotions from now on. You’re a smart kid, but you let your mind take over and that’s a terrible mistake. The last thing you want is to be your own enemy, got it?”.

She nodded weakly before Mykola snarled “I asked if you got it”

“Dobre, ya zrozumiv.” She answers, shaking violently as another harsh gust of wind hits her wet skin.

The Ukrainian man tossed the cigarette bud on the snow before helping her stand up from the floor, “Let’s get inside, we’re done for today”. Placing a thick blanket around her body, Mykola opened the back door of the warehouse and pushed her inside with him. A fluffy navy blue towel covered her head as he carefully dried her hair, “Can we go near the fire?” She asked with trembling limbs.

“No” Mykola softly pushed her down to sit on the old armchair, “You’re hypothermic, if we do that you’ll die. We need to warm up your body slowly, we’ll stay here for now, and as time goes by we’ll move closer to the fire”.

Mykola “Myko” Kolavenko was her father’s right-hand and her bodyguard ever since she was a child, he was the closest she’d ever get to a fatherly figure, and most of the time even being referred to as so by her. When she was 4 years old, Myko wanted to introduce her to martial arts as a way of discipline and self-defense, but her father completely forbade “Men are supposed to defend and fight, not women! I don’t want her to become a tomboy, Myko. She will fit the role God created her for, which is a woman who will be a wife, a mother, a nurturing figure” Was her father’s first and last statement about the subject.

After finding her in the kitchen crying over her father’s response, Myko sat beside her on the table, dried her tears, and whispered “Your father didn’t let us train your body, but he didn’t say we can’t train your mind”.

“What do you mean?” She looked up at him, hope written all over her innocent eyes.

“Means you’ll be able to beat me at poker” Myko winked, which made her giggle.

The memory made her smile and from the armchair, her eyes now settled on his wrinkled face. “Do you think I’m able to beat you at poker now?” She joked, teeth chattering as Myko placed another heavy blanket around her body.

The man chuckled, pulling an old chair in front of her so they could seat face to face, “Absolutely fucking not. At least not yet, you still have a long way to go before I even allow you near a poker table”.

“Why?” She frowned

“Because I don’t want to lose money” Myko winks with a smirk. He grabs a whisky glass and fills it to the brim with the amber liquid.

“Do you think I’ll ever be able to do it, Myko? To control my mind, I mean. Sometimes I feel like I’m stuck like it’s all for nothing. I don’t think I’m having any progress at all, and it’s fucking frustrating”.

Myko took a big gulp of the whisky and let the all too familiar burning feeling settle in his throat. “Training the body is easier than training the mind. After a few years of training you kill the receptive nerves of pain in your body and well, you become basically painless. Meaning it doesn’t distract you anymore, someone can punch you in the face and it won’t shock you or disorient you. Now the mind is way more problematic because it’s in constant change, as you grow older your mind and perception change and you have to adapt to a completely different reality. Compare yourself from 6 months ago to now, you’ve changed so much in here” Myko tapped her left temple, “And it will happen again 6 months from now, so you have to be able to adapt to everything, dytyna, because you never know what’s going to happen. The reason why I put you outside on a winter night in Kyiv and wetted your skin is to start to accustom your mind to be in uncomfortable and under pressure sceneries because that’s when your whole system becomes alert. Emotions appear all at once, your mind races due to stress, pain, and despair, and you either shut down or do something really stupid that will have catastrophic consequences so you have to learn how to act during times like this.

“You will register your feelings, your thoughts of despair and agony, but they won’t be what drive and guide you anymore because you’ll control them not the other way around. That’s the most valuable lesson you have yet to learn, divchynka. Control your mind before it controls you because if that happens, you’re doomed. Completely fucked”.

Myko grabbed another glass of whisky and filled it with the equivalent of two shot glasses, he handed the glass to her and she frowned in confusion. “It’ll be our secret” He winked as she took the cup in her hand.

“Here’s to not being completely fucked” Myko clicked their glasses together before smiling fondly “Happy 16th birthday”.

“Thank you” She smiled back, a hint of sadness hid behind her soft smile, “And thank you for not letting me spend today alone…it means a lot”.

“You can always count on me, dytyna. Even when I’m not there”.

And as the warm tears rolled down her cheeks, she felt Myko’s arms pulling her closer to a tight embrace.

Would Myko be proud of her? Not only of the adult woman she became but mostly of her approach to what was currently happening? Would he be proud of her Machiavelli-like persuasion, of her theatrical skills, and what about her ability to be cohesive? If he could see her now would he applaud her choices or curse her through her less appealing tactics?

“Everyone can lie, dytyna. But a valley is what separates a liar from a good liar. And a bridge is what separates a good liar from a magnificent liar. And that’s who you’re aiming to be: a magnificent liar. To a point where no one, not even me, can tell apart a truth from a lie”.

And that she had successfully achieved, if there was one thing she had learned from Myko from a very young age was to be a terrific liar.

That is her advantage over the Swiss man before her, he can have the wits and the strength, but she has the biggest advantage of all time: she knows how to lie.

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[faggotmox]

Show You How To Do This

Fandom: All Elite Wrestling (AEW) Rating: Explicit Characters: Jon Moxley, Claudio Castagnoli, (background) Bryan Danielson, Wheeler Yuta, Blackpool Combat Club, BCC Relationships: Jon Moxley/Claudio Castagnoli, background BCC Polycule Summary: Claudio shaves Mox's head before their match in Mexico. Word Count: 1,847 Writer's Notes: Shout out to @di0brando for proof reading/editing. You're the best. Yes, I know Yuta wasn't there but I pretend the whole BCC travels together like a weird version of Stark Tower in Marvel.

-> link to ao3

Show You How To Do This

"Damn it." Mox grunted as he dropped the clippers in his hand again, hunched over the hotel bathroom sink.

"You know," Claudio spoke up from the door that was supposed to be closed. "I could always help with that."

"Hey!" Mox glared at the reflection of his teammate. "I told everyone to stay the fuck out."

"I know." Claudio nodded along. "I got Bryan and Yuta to go for a run."

"You did?" Mox glanced behind the large man in his doorway.

"Yes, I did." Claudio crossed his arms over his chest. "Will you let me help you now?"

It wasn't that Mox was an insecure person, he didn't think his guys would suddenly think he was ugly without the little hair he kept. Mostly Mox just didn't like to change his appearance, and finally committing to the bald look was a pretty big change for him. Even if there wasn’t much hair left to remove. Mox knew he was sexy with or without hair, he just needed some time to adjust before everyone else got to see. He was the same with his tattoos as well, never telling people he was getting one and just letting himself adjust to it before the world got to have their opinion.

"…Sure." Mox let his shoulders slump. "It's the mirror. I can't figure out what way to go, you know?"

"Trust me, I know." Claudio smiled as he came further into the bathroom, letting the door close behind him despite being alone in the hotel. "Thank you for allowing me to help you."

"I should've just asked. I wanted to, but…" Mox gave a shrug.

"You do not like the change, I can understand that. You've never been keen on changing how you look." Claudio reiterated the thoughts that had flown through Mox's mind just moments before.

"You want me to sit or something?" Mox motioned to the closed toilet or the edge of the bath.

"No, it's alright. I'm tall enough." Claudio grinned at the annoyed look that got him. "I want to show you how to do this as well."

"Cool. Thanks." Mox smiled just a little into the mirror at Claudio.

It wasn't going to be a long process. Claudio started by explaining how the clippers worked before taking off all of Mox's fringe and then smoothing out the short fade. More hair fell away than Mox really expected as Claudio showed him which direction to run the clippers for the cleanest cut. The easy way Claudio fell into showing him made Mox feel more comfortable, more at ease. The large man had that effect on him more often than not.

The last of the length was cut away so Mox only had peach fuzz left.

"I'll get you an electric razor like mine to make this part easier, but…" Claudio couldn't help laughing at the fact Mox just had a safety razor. "You would have nicked yourself, darling."

"Shut up." Mox turned red. "I already did." He pointed to a little cut at the edge near his ear where he had clearly just tried and failed.

"Here. We'll use this instead." Claudio pulled out his dopp kit from near the sink to get out his straight razor and shaving cream.

"Have you been planning this?" Mox narrowed his eyes at the razor. "You don't cut your beard with a razor and you use the fancy waterproof one on your head in the shower."

"I may have noticed some things and decided to carry these around in case you asked for my help." Claudio at least looked abashed by being caught.

"Uh-huh." Mox turned to look directly up at Claudio. "You've been thinking about shaving me?"

"I-- you--" Claudio got flustered and had to look away.

"Is this the same reason why you talked Bryan and Wheeler into letting you groom their beards before shows, and do Bryan's braids?" Mox pressed himself slightly closer, even though there wasn't enough room.

"I simply know what I'm doing, and want to help." Claudio was turning a little red as Mox put his hand on the back of the larger man's neck.

"You always just wanna help, big guy." Mox's voice dropped slightly and Claudio pushed him up against the counter. "I think it's pretty hot when you do that shit."

"Jon…" Claudio sighed as he leaned into the other, his lips ghosting over Mox's ear as he tried to compose himself a little. "We need to finish."

"Think you can wait that long, Swiss?" Mox nipped at the underside of the chiseled jaw of Claudio.

"Stop trying to distract me." Claudio groaned as he worked to spin Mox back around.

"Fine, fine. Hurry up." Mox grumbled as he let himself be turned.

The shaving cream was applied lightly over Mox's head. The sensual feeling was a surprise to Mox. Maybe this was why Bryan and Yuta always seemed centered after Claudio groomed them. A shiver ran through Mox as he thought of it like that. Claudio was grooming them. The way Claudio made a lot of their gear, or at the very least tailored it, or how he always cooked for them, and helped them train. There was always a service Claudio provided them with an expert level of awareness.

"So, you always known you had a grooming fetish?" Mox held still but laughed at the incredulous look that earned him.

"Have you always known you were a brat?" Claudio shot back much to Mox's glee.

"Yeah, actually." Mox looked even more smug now as Claudio cleared the back of his head with slow, gentle, efficient strokes of the razor.

"Can you be patient for a few more minutes while I finish?" Claudio rolled his eyes as he moved onto the sides.

"Yes, daddy, I can." Mox's voice dripped sweet sarcasm.

"You're impossible."

The rest didn't take long. A few clean sweeps over the top. A couple touch ups. They were done. Mox blinked at himself in the mirror, reaching up to touch his scalp. It wasn't bad, he realized. It looked nice thanks to Claudio's careful touch. Mox had been terrified of obliterating part of his beard. There weren't any rough patches either. He let out a huge sigh of relief that he didn't realize he was holding in.

"You look good, Jon." Claudio smiled, leaning down to kiss the top of Mox's now-bald head.

"Thanks to you. I'd have missed patches and cut myself." Mox grinned as he rubbed along the side.

"You'll learn." Claudio nudged him.

"Maybe, but I'd rather you do it." Mox smiled at the excitement that got from Claudio.

"You're very sweet sometimes." Claudio took Mox by the hand and pulled him towards the shower. "I know you must be itchy."

"Fuck yeah, I'm itchy." Mox groaned dramatically as Claudio turned the shower on.

"Let's get you cleaned off." Claudio agreed.

They made quick work of what little clothes they had on before popping into the shower. Claudio was quick to press Mox up against the wall as the warm water cascaded down their bodies. The soft little moans Mox always made when he was being manhandled turned into full blown groans as Claudio worked two fingers into him. Thankfully, they kept a stash of lube in the shower. Claudio's teeth found the webbing of Mox's shoulder and neck and decided to leave some marks there. A claim of sorts.

"Fuck, fuck. Claudio, I swear to god, if you're teasing me--" Mox grunted as he pushed on the wall to add more pressure against Claudio's fingers.

"I'm not." Claudio mumbled against his skin as a third finger slipped in to make Mox howl. "Shh, relax."

"Can't fuckin' relax when you just spent thirty minutes grooming me and shit." Mox sighed again as Claudio slipped three fingers in and out of him. "God damn. That feels so fucking good, man."

"Jon." Claudio's warning tone, like he might snap if Mox kept it up. So of course Mox kept it up.

"You're fucking sexy as hell standing over me, shaving me and making sure I look good." Mox grinned to himself as he felt Claudio move his leg, making him put a foot up on the corner edge of the shower. "Fuck yeah."

"If you ever want your chest hair gone again…" Claudio wrapped an arm around Mox to run his fingers through said chest hair as the other hand lined himself up with Mox's hole and started to push in.

"Fuck!" Mox yelled out as he felt himself being filled.

There was almost no way to shut Mox up when he was really into something unless you gagged him. Considering it was the middle of the day in their hotel, Claudio decided not to care much, and started to thrust into the smaller man with a lot more force. The increased volume from Mox only spurred Claudio on, his thrusts staying annoyingly in rhythm when Mox tried to get him to speed up.

"Stay still." Claudio growled. "You'll slip."

"Fuck me harder then!" Mox had both hands trying to grip onto the unforgiving wall, face pressed against the cool tile as he was thoroughly fucked.

Claudio shifted his stance, using the tub walls to brace against as he focused on harder, more direct thrusts that made Mox go insane. The man was practically melting in Claudio's arms. They were both so close. Claudio could feel the urgent squeeze of Mox's inner walls. One of Mox's hands was grabbed and shoved between the wall and his body, signaling for him to start jerking himself off while Claudio held them up.

"Fuck, yes, keep going! That's it." Mox cried out and threw his head back as he came all over the shower wall with only a few tugs.

Claudio stilled, cursing to himself in his own language as he rode out Mox's orgasm with him. If he kept going he knew he'd come too, and he knew Mox loved being fucked after he got his. As Mox went boneless, Claudio shifted them to face the wall with the shower head, he pushed at Mox's shoulders until he bent over with his hands braced on the wall.

"Wider." Claudio pushed the other's legs apart until they were against the walls of the tub. "There. Hold on."

"To fuckin' what?"

Instead of answering, Claudio gripped Mox's hips and started to amp back up to a rough pace. The low whine from Mox set Claudio on edge as he sped up his thrusts. There was no holding back anymore as Claudio got closer and Mox got louder. Claudio finally came with a heavy moan, fully bottomed out in Mox, spilling into him as they both gasped heavy breathes.

"Fuck." Mox felt himself being pulled up to standing as the water ran down his front.

"Fuck." Claudio mumbled in agreement as he came down slowly. "Okay, we should actually wash up before the others get back.”

"Jeez. Give a guy a minute." Mox grunted as he found his footing in the shower.

"You never need a minute." Claudio scoffed.

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[allelitedweaming]

Scheduling Conflicts

Blackpool Combat Club x Reader (and I do mean the entire Blackpool Combat Club)

Summary: Having an entire faction for a boyfriend could be great, but sometimes scheduling was an issue.

Content warnings: shameless smut, group sex, unprotected sex, double penetration, male receiving oral, terribly translated Italian, dirty talk / degredation, light ddlg and D/s

Word count: 4755

It was 8 AM but Jon couldn't keep his hands off of you. You were at the gym, the earliest birds who had gotten up while it was still dark had just left and the second round of morning trainers were yet to arrive. It was just the two of you and every time you got up to move to a different machine, Mox was there to grab your hips and crash your bodies together. The more he worked up a sweat lifting weights or jumping rope, the more intensity you could feel in the kisses he planted along the nape of your neck and the way he breathed you in.

"Jon, someone is going to come in here and see you," you whispered, putting your hands over his. But you didn't pull away.

"Alright I'll stop. But only if you promise I can have you tonight, sweet thing."

You nodded, and right before you could turn around to kiss him, Dustin Rhodes walked in and Jon let go of you to find his next machine.

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At lunchtime, you left your hotel room to venture out into the world to find something to eat. Right as you opened the door to step out into the hall, you heard a door a few feet away open. When you turned, you saw Wheeler exiting his room. You made eye contact and he beamed at you, immediately letting his door fall shut and jogging towards you.

"Lunch?" You asked him with a smile.

"I was going to eat, yeah, but suddenly I have a much better idea." He started playing with your hair, looking you up and down with a different type of hunger in his eyes.

"Yoots, as nice as that sounds, I'm starving."

"Okay, pencil me in for later then."

You leaned forward and kissed him softly on his chin, then his lips. "Deal."

The two of you held hands and walked to the elevators together to go get lunch.

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You, Bryan, and Claudio always liked to be early on nights there was a show. You would spend time in the locker room and backstage, socializing and planning. You liked to watch Dark matches together, always looking for ways towards self-improvement and generous with advice for those who wanted it after their matches. Claudio was always specific in his notes, and he could find something in every match that could be improved.

As you stood behind the curtain, watching the ring, he would stand behind you, leaning down periodically to whisper something in your ear, either asking if you noticed a detail about the match that he liked or suggesting you might try something similar to what the wrestlers were doing. Even when you had a totally clear head and were utterly focused on work, you couldn't help but get shivers up and down your spine each time his lips would brush against your ear.

Bryan was standing next to you tonight and he noticed out of the corner of his eye when you started to blush while Claudio was whispering to you.

The Bunny had been ringside for the last Dark match and as she came backstage, you told the boys you had something you wanted to talk to her about. You kissed them both on the cheek and jogged to catch up with Allie. Claudio and Bryan watched you walk away and as soon as you were out of earshot, they started scheming about that night.

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Your match on Dynamite was fairly quick but you still came backstage full of adrenaline, breathing hard. There was no blood, but your eight minutes had been intensely physical. William Regal had sat on commentary and he followed you backstage through the heel tunnel when you exited.

Between the tunnel and gorilla, there was a little dark spot where no one could see you. William grabbed you by your wrist and held you there. You were still panting, and you couldn't see him in the shadow, but you felt the creamy soft fabric of his three-piece suit press against your bare stomach. He hooked a finger under your chin, pulling you up into a short but ferocious kiss. His other hand grabbed you by the ponytail and yanked lightly as the kiss ended.

"You were spectacular tonight," he whispered against your lips. You started to grin. "I want to give you a reward back at the hotel, okay sunshine?"

"Okay," you breathed, unable to think straight while he still had a fistful of your hair.

Regal released you. "Good," was all he said as he casually walked into the public of the backstage area with the rest of your coworkers.

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That night, you wondered who would come knocking first. You took a long hot shower as soon as you got back, and as you were standing in front of the mirror wearing just a towel, inspecting your bruises, a knock came at the door.

You answered to find Wheeler standing in the hall, holding two tallboys and smiling at you. You stepped out of the way without a word, granting him entrance to your little hotel room. He put the beers down on the first flat surface he could find and then turned to you. Before the door to your room had completely swung shut, he was pulling your towel off, wrapping his hands around your waist, pulling you into a passionate kiss.

You moaned softly into his mouth. Yuta was an eager lover and a great kisser. His energy always made you feel wanted and loved. You knew how intense and violent he could be in the ring, but in bed he was attentive, curious, always looking for new ways to pleasure you. Nothing brought him more satisfaction than drawing new sounds out of you or making you cum.

As you were deepening the kiss, another knock came at the door. Yuta pulled away and frowned. You stroked his cheek to comfort him, picked up your towel, and grabbed the door.

It was William. He also came bearing gifts, though you could not see what was in the small black bag that he was carrying. He looked over your shoulder and saw Yuta standing in the entryway to the room. He smiled devilishly at you. "You already have your hands full, dear," he said with a chuckle. "Maybe I should come back another time."

You put your hand out over his to stop him from walking away. Whenever you touched his hands, you loved how big and rough they were. You wanted them on your body. He raised an eyebrow at you and without a word he let you guide him into the room.

The three of you all walked separately into the room proper and stood looking at the bed, the men both doing the mental math of changing their plans from a one-on-one session with you to a group game. It wouldn't be the first time that the boys had shared you, but it usually took some adjustment to figure out where everyone would be comfortable.

Just as you were opening your mouth to speak, you heard your hotel door open again. You furrowed your brow. Your room was a single, you weren't sharing with anyone. You leaned over to look around the corner back at the doorway and saw Bryan and Claudio stepping inside. Bryan was holding a key card and grinning at the sight of Wheeler and Regal.

"Well, well, well," Claudio started to laugh a huge belly laugh. "How does the saying go? Three is a crowd, four is a party?"

There was an armchair in the corner of the room, facing the bottom of the bed. Regal took his little black bag and put it on the floor next to the chair and sat down, legs spread. He patted a knee and you walked over to him, as if in a trance, and sat down in his lap. He put one of his large hands on the back of your head, pulling you into a deep kiss. You whimpered softly and you could hear a low growl come from Claudio at the sound.

The other three men all started to step out of their shoes and socks and get comfortable, readying themselves for whatever happened next. But Regal only pulled you in closer. Your towel was still wrapped around you, but it was getting loose. He kept one hand at the base of your skull so you couldn't pull away, not that you would have wanted to. As the kiss continued, your body naturally fell more into the line of his body. You turned your hips and opened your legs until you were straddling him. He let go of you for a second to reposition his hands, using one to open your towel the rest of the way and the other to steady your hips, which rolled against him happily.

"That's a good girl," he cooed. The hand that had opened your towel now pressed against your sternum. He could feel your heart pounding as you looked down at him from your perched position. "Now, what would you like to do first?"

You knew that the correct answer was always to take care of William first. In the Blackpool pecking order, he was a Lord in and out of the ring. "I want to taste you," you whispered. You could feel your cheeks flush scarlet as you said the words.

"What was that, petal?" Regal roughly held your face in one hand, forcing you to make eye contact with him.

"I want to taste you, sir."

Regal relaxed both of his arms, letting go of you and letting them rest on the armrests of the chair. He smiled at you, satisfied, and nodded. You slid down between his legs until your knees rested on the carpet. The towel fell to the floor behind you and you couldn't help but shiver. Your hair was still wet from the shower and the air conditioner was blasting. William let you undo his belt and open his gray pants. Feeling generous, he even lifted his hips slightly to aid you in pulling his pants down enough to grant you access to his cock.

He was wearing tight briefs, bright red with a white waistband. You ran a hand over him through the red fabric and let your mouth follow behind, exhaling to warm him with your breath. He watched you closely, his intensity enough to make you forget how crowded the room was. You pulled down his waistband and freed his erection, wrapping one hand around it firmly and placing your lips around his tip.

William let his head fall back and he moaned his approval as you went to work, moving your hand in time with your head bobbing up and down to take as much of him as you could in your mouth. As he grew at your touch, you started to gag but you didn't slow down. Not until another knock came at the door and you froze. Regal's head snapped up and he immediately put both hands on either side of your head and encouraged you to keep moving. "Don't stop now, sweetheart. Young Wheeler will answer the door."

You continued to suck off your head coach and you could hear Wheeler behind you, opening the door. You knew it would be Jon, but your suspicions were confirmed when you heard him laughing. "Great minds think alike," he said as he clapped a hand on Bryan's shoulder.

Regal could feel you getting distracted and he held your head down as he pushed himself into the back of your throat, holding you tight in place as you gagged around his girth. He leaned down so he was whispering against your head. "Are you ready to begin now, darling?" You moaned around him, spit building up around the base of his cock as you continued to choke on it. He let go of you and you came up for air, gasping as the spit fell down on your chin and dripped onto your chest.

You stayed on your knees and looked up at William. He was already using his own hand to jerk himself off with your spit as lube. "Give me my bag," he told you softly. You handed it to him and he patted you on the head. "Good girl." From within the bag he pulled some warming lube and a shiny silver butt plug. "This was the trophy I brought you. Do you like it?" You nodded eagerly, licking your lips. "Since you've been so good tonight, I will let you pick who gets to put it inside you."

He handed you the butt plug and the lube and you used his knees to steady you as you stood up and turned around. Wheeler was standing back by the door after letting Moxley in. Bryan was sitting up against the headboard, fully dressed and ankles crossed. Claudio was sitting on the edge of the bed, wearing just his joggers, his shirt thrown on the floor with his shoes and socks. Mox was standing next to him.

You stood bedside and held out your offering to Bryan, who smirked as he took them from you. He swung his legs over the side of the bed and stood next to you. "Good choice," he complimented you. He was only an inch taller than you, and though he was sometimes loathe to admit it, he liked the way the rest of the group towered over you both, but he was grateful to still have some height on you.

He instructed you to get on the bed, and you crawled on on all fours, facing your ass out to him, sticking it up in the air as offering. He smiled and caressed you softly before spanking you. The sound was crisp and clear, it filled the whole room. So did the moan it elicited from you. You heard him open the tube of lube and put some on his hand. He was gentle with you at first, letting the substance warm up to your body temperature as he rubbed it on before he started to finger you in preparation for the toy.

Claudio leaned back on the bed and fell into your line of vision. He reached out and held your hand as he kissed you. "You look so beautiful like this, baby," he told you. You loved to hear him praise you in that gorgeous accent of his. He kissed you again and you continued to moan at Bryan's movements. Just as your eyes fluttered shut, you felt empty, then the pressure of the tip of the butt plug pressed against your entrance.

"Ready?" Bryan asked you as he rubbed his clean hand over the cheek he had spanked previously. Claudio stopped kissing you long enough to let you give your consent and then you squeezed your eyes shut again as you felt him push the plug inside you. You had taken bigger, but it still never ceased to surprise you how good it felt to let these men fill you up in any way they saw fit.

Mox walked around the bed to join Bryan behind you. You heard him unzip his jeans. He pulled you back by your hips and your feet fell to the floor so you were bent over onto the mattress. Jon ran his hard cock up along your slit and coated himself in your juices. "I think she likes it," he said smugly. "She's so wet."

Claudio was sat next to you now, rubbing your back as Jon continued to tease you. Bryan slipped off his shoes and stepped out of his sweatpants before he crawled onto the bed, sitting up against the headboard on the opposite side as before, positioning himself so that your head was in his lap. "Please," you whimpered.

"Who are you talking to, little girl?" Regal barked at you from across the room. "Use your words."

"I want Mox inside me," you said as Claudio pushed your hair back out of your face.

"Well don't tease the poor girl, Jonathan. Give her what she wants."

Without another moment of hesitation, Mox pushed inside of you. The combined sensation of being filled by the plug and letting his cock enter your pussy was enough to blind you for a moment. Claudio chuckled as he leaned down to kiss your shoulder. Mox was always fast and rough. He knew how much you liked to be used like you were his doll, and he got off on it and got off on getting you off. He continued to fuck you as Bryan pulled down his underwear and revealed his erection to you. Your face was so close to it he could feel your breath. You were still being rocked back and forth by Mox's thrusts, so Bryan helped guide your lips onto him and he held your head as he thrust up into your mouth.

You could feel Mox speeding up as he dug his nails into your hips and held you down into the mattress. "Fuck her throat, Bry, I want to hear her gag like a little whore," Mox growled. He was slamming into you even harder now and you clenched around him. He knew his words turned you on, and Bryan was happy to oblige. He fucked your mouth until you were both sloppy with your saliva.

Mox pushed down on the small of your back as he continued to pound into you. He was close, you could tell just by his movements. He came inside of you and collapsed onto your back, breathing hard. Claudio watched you as you continued to pleasure Bryan. "Such a good girl," he breathed, as if he was in awe of your talents.

Mox pulled out of you and started to walk away. You saw him walk to the bathroom out of the corner of your eye and you heard as he turned on the faucet. Bryan eased up his movements, sensing it was time to switch positions. Claudio stood behind you and slowly eased the butt plug out of your ass. You sighed at the sensation of it being pulled out of you, but before you could feel empty, Claudio was lifting you up off the bed. He flipped you over and laid you down with your head on the pillows. As he stood over you, he stroked your cheek with one large hand and smiled.

"I'd like nothing more than to fuck that pretty little ass of yours," he told you. "But I want you to tell me what you want next, princess."

"I want you both inside me," you said, grabbing Claudio and Bryan's hands at the same time. "I want you to use me. I want to be your fuck doll."

Claudio visibly shivered at your words. He stripped down to nothing and jumped over you to flop on the bed beside you. You started to move to get on top of him, but he turned to his side and grabbed you with both arms, pulling you effortlessly until you were sitting in his lap, your back pressed against his strong chest. Bryan positioned himself in front of you, between Claudio's legs. Claudio lifted you up and you got in cannonball position, hugging your legs up to your chest to give both men access to your holes. You leaned back, resting your head next to Claudio's. He held your weight up for you and lined himself up with your ass. The plug had prepared you so he slid easily inside. You could feel the vibration of his groan in his chest and hear it as he pressed his mouth against your ear. "Amore mio," he started to gush in Italian. "Sei molto bella, amore mio, sei andata molto bene."

You turned your head and caught his lips with yours. Though you hated to stop him from gushing, you needed to kiss him more. As you rested with Claudio inside you, you closed your eyes and continued to kiss him and you felt Bryan press himself against your pussy. You felt Claudio react as Bryan slid inside. Taking both cocks made everything simultaneously tighter and more slick.

Claudio held you by your hips and Bryan loosened your grip on your legs to let you drape them over his shoulders as he crouched in front of you. Supported by both men, they started to move you slowly, letting you get acclimated to the new position. You hissed slowly as you felt them move inside you and Bryan chuckled under his breath. "Such a good girl," he remarked, almost more to Claudio than to you.

They both started to move more deliberately, finding a shared rhythm as they used both of your holes and brought you closer and closer to your own climax. You could barely think straight, you were so overtaken by physical sensation. As your eyes started to flutter shut you felt Bryan's hand clasp lightly around your throat. He knew how good you felt. You forced your eyes open to look at him and he smiled at you. "Cum for us," he ordered you. You felt one of Claudio's hands slide forward to rub your clit and you gasped. Both men laughed as they continued to fuck you and you let your orgasm take over your whole body.

The feeling of your pussy tightening around him was too much for Bryan, who pulled out to cum on your stomach. Claudio thrust up into you a few more times before releasing his load inside your ass.

You collapsed next to Claudio, your entire body still shuddering and shaking from one of the most intense orgasms you have ever felt. Claudio wrapped his arms around you and spooned you tenderly as he kissed your shoulder. "Brava la donna," he whispered.

As you came back to reality, you looked around the room. Mox was fully dressed, boots still on, standing in the corner. Bryan was putting his clothes back on, watching as Claudio still laid naked with you in bed. Regal was smiling at you from his arm chair, still touching himself. Wheeler was standing to the side, behind Moxley. He still had his clothes on and his eyes were burning with such fire. Though he had been patient and let everyone take their turns with you, you knew he needed you as badly as you needed him.

"Are you ready for more, sunshine?" Regal asked you from his throne.

You bit your lip and nodded. Claudio slid out of the bed and you propped yourself up on your elbows, preparing for what was next. Your pussy was still throbbing with pleasure and you watched as the three men who had already finished made room for Wheeler to step forward. You smiled at him. The two of you were the closest in age of anyone in your group, so you had always felt a special bond with Wheeler. Even still covered in the cum of three other men, when he made his way towards you, you knew that you belonged to him. He could feel it too. He loved to watch you giving and getting so much pleasure from your teammates, but just as it was in wrestling, he watched so that he could learn and he was always excited to try new techniques.

"You look so goddamn beautiful," Wheeler told you, his voice raspy with desire. He said it as if you were the only two people in this room, in the entire hotel, or on the entire city block. Nothing else mattered to him but you.

"Come here, baby," you whispered to him. He took his clothes off and you could see he was fully erect. You patted the bed next to you, inviting him to lay down on his back. Once he was comfortable, you slunk over to lay between his legs and started to kiss the insides of his thighs. You saw the goosebumps raise on his skin and smiled at the effect you had on him. You wrapped one hand around his base, but instead of taking his length in your mouth, you started with his balls, sucking lightly and relishing all of the sounds that Yuta made. When you saw his back arc off the mattress, you moved your focus to his tip, swirling your tongue around him a few times before you wrapped your lips around it and started to suck.

"Fuck," Wheeler exclaimed involuntarily, his hands flying to tangle themselves in your hair. You smiled to yourself and took his whole length in your mouth, gagging slightly as he hit the back of your throat. Instead of pulling away though, you pushed harder, making yourself gag more as you held him there. You heard him start to breath harder and felt his fingers clench around his fistfuls of your hair and you knew you were doing your job well. When you continued your movements, you were surprised to feel Wheeler stopping you. "You're too good at that baby, but I don't want to cum in your mouth."

You understood immediately and you moved to straddle his hips. You didn't put him inside you immediately though. First, you let his cock slide along your slit, mingling your spit with your juices. You were still wet from cumming, but getting to taste Wheeler had gotten you all worked up and ready for round three. He held your hips and held you tighter as you rocked against him. You needed to put both hands on his chest to steady yourself because your legs didn't have enough strength yet to lift your weight enough to line Wheeler's cock up with your entrance. Yuta rubbed your thighs when he noticed they were shaking, then he reached his hand between you to help guide himself inside.

You relaxed down onto him, letting him fill you to the hilt. He didn't move right away. He wanted to live in this moment. He wrapped his arms around your waist and pulled you down so you were laying on him with your arms on either side of his head. He started to kiss your neck as he rocked his hips against yours, gently at first, but with a growing need and intensity. Your clit was pressed perfectly against the front of his pubic bone and you knew it wouldn't be long until your second orgasm overtook you. He sensed it too, he could always read you like a book, so he held your hips tighter against his and continued to rock your bodies together as he sucked harder on your neck, trying to leave his mark on you as a souvenir.

You tried to moan his name, but your voice failed you, the pleasure mounting inside of you was too much. All that came out was a whimper. When Wheeler felt you start to cum on his cock, he pushed back against you lightly, encouraging you to sit up just enough to give him room to start thrusting up into you. It didn't take long for him to finish. Between the physical pleasure of feeling himself inside you and the warmth of pride in his gut he always felt when he made you cum, it was all too much.

As your body started to melt into Yuta's you felt him stroking your back lovingly. But there was still one more thing left to do, and none of the men would let you forget it. Yuta hugged you tightly and flipped you both over and to the side, sliding you on the bed slightly until he had positioned you on your back with your head falling off the mattress. You took in your new perspective and saw Regal standing over you. Without hesitating, you opened your mouth wide and stared up at him. Even upside down, you could see he was beaming at you. Wheeler remained laying between your legs as Regal jerked himself off into your mouth.

You hummed in delight as he finished on your tongue and you swallowed his load.

As Regal pulled his suit pants back up and started to fasten his belt, the only other sound in the room was your labored breathing. You laughed as Wheeler helped you sit back up on the bed and get comfortable. Then you addressed the whole room. "Guys, that was great, but we really need to figure out some kind of shared calendar or something."

#smut #blackpool combat club x reader #aew imagine #aew imagines #bryan danielson x reader #aew fanfiction #william regal x reader #wheeler yuta x reader #jon moxley x reader #claudio castagnoli x reader

[south-of-heaven]

Claudio Castagnoli x fem!moxley!reader with a secret relationship

Forbidden romance || Claudio Castagnoli x Reader

Summary: You and Claudio have a little bit too much fun sneaking around behind Mox's back.

You'd always been incredibly close with your older brother, Jon Moxley. Growing up, you were almost inseparable, sharing secrets, laughter, and a few fights along the way. But as much as you cherished your relationship with him, there was one thing that had always been off-limits - his friends. Especially Claudio Castagnoli, who was a part of their inner circle.

Claudio was charming, with a wit as sharp as a tack, and he'd always been one of Jon's best pals. You couldn't help but notice, though, that he was also incredibly attractive. A few stolen glances, inside jokes, and playful teasing turned into something more. As much as you'd both tried to hide it, there was an undeniable attraction simmering between you.

One evening, while Jon was out at a wrestling event, you and Claudio found yourselves alone in the living room. He was seated on the couch, leafing through an old magazine, and you were trying to read on the other end of the room. But your curiosity got the best of you. With a mischievous glint in your eye, you tip-toed over to him, stealing the magazine from his hands.

"Hey! What are you doing?" he asked with a grin.

You shushed him playfully, sitting down beside him, your legs brushing against his. "We're alone, Mox isn't here. No need to pretend."

Your words hung in the air for a moment before Claudio leaned in closer, his lips just an inch away from yours. You could feel his warm breath on your skin as he whispered, "You're a dangerous one, you know."

But you weren't about to let the opportunity pass. With a smirk, you closed the gap between you, pressing your lips to his. The initial shock quickly gave way to passion as you both lost yourselves in a deep, intense kiss.

The attraction between you and Claudio had been undeniable for a while, but now, it had reached a point where it could no longer be denied. You both knew that when Jon found out, there would be consequences, but the risk was worth it.

So, you and Claudio continued to share secret moments, savouring the forbidden romance that had blossomed between you, cherishing the stolen kisses and stolen glances. For now, the thrill of sneaking around Jon's back was too intoxicating to resist.

#wwe fanfiction #wwe x reader #pro wrestling #wrestling #wwe #cesaro #cesaro wwe #claudio castagnoli #cesaro x reader #claudio castagnoli x reader

[kayfabebabe]

Chocolate and Champagne

You have one rule - You do not kiss clients. It blurs too many lines between professional and personal, but... You can't help considering it with Claudio.

This was entirely based on a specific scene from the movie 'Pretty Woman.' Everyone thank @regalityandcoffee for helping me through a serious writer's block for the past 2 months. Also, here is the translation of the German that Claudio says to the reader:

Sonnenschein - Sunshine Schatz - Treasure Ich bin wahsinnig in dich verliebt - I'm madly in love with you (Apologies if this isn't right. I tried to double-check everything in different places.)

Claudio Castagnoli X Female Reader WARNINGS - NSFW. Spicy. Blowjobs. Reference to sex work/Reader is a sex worker. Established relationship. Pining. So much pining.

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“Sonnenschein…” 

What if you kissed him? Just once. The thought is fleeting, but it slams into you and you need to put some distance between yourself and Claudio before you do anything irrational. You stand from the floor to grab a cushion from the sofa behind you and place it at Claudio’s feet. This used to be easy. You could slip into a quiet corner of your mind for a while, let the outside world fade into the background and drift. Now… You couldn’t slip away with Claudio. 

You leaned forward between Claudio’s legs to undo his tie and the buttons of his shirt. Despite the only light in the room being from the television, you could make out the finer details of his face. Faint lines framing the corner of each eye and a pale scar on his chin, nearly hidden beneath the shadow of his stubble. He was beautiful. Your eyes linger on Claudio’s mouth before being caught by his gaze. There was a warmth behind his expression that felt undeniable. One of his hands lifted to brush the back of his fingers across your cheek until you flinched at the touch. Too fond. Without saying a word, Claudio understood and dropped his hand to the arm of the chair. Your hands drifted down to his belt whilst your mouth trailed after them, desperately trying to ignore how your heart fluttered behind your ribs. 

This arrangement had been going on for months; Claudio would sweep you off your feet with grand romantic gestures at every opportunity and you revelled in the fantasy of a relationship until you received a bank deposit at the end of the week. Then you’d come crashing back to reality. There was no relationship between you. You were being paid to do whatever Claudio wanted and keep him satisfied. That was it. 

The first slow drag of your tongue over Claudio’s hardening cock earned a low hum above you. A soft sound that encouraged you to sink further down, mouth enveloping and suckling on the tip. More and more sweet noises filled the air. You still for a moment when Claudio rests his hand on the back of your head before returning your attention to his cock. His fingers were gentle, not pulling or pushing, simply resting there as a grounding weight. Occasionally, they’d stroke through your hair, behind your ear and down the nape of your neck. The touch bordered on being loving, but you allowed it. 

Claudio can’t look away from you. Knelt before him, you appeared to be something born from his dreams. He has travelled across the world and seen the wonders that have inspired artists for generations, but they paled in comparison to you. Claudio finds himself sometimes, even in intimate moments like this, wondering if you’d notice him under different circumstances. If you’d met in a cafe or somewhere entirely normal, would you have been interested in a man like him. And if there would be a chance that you’d fall in love with a man like Claudio.

Time becomes irrelevant. The air around you grew hotter, almost stifling, as you drew more of Claudio’s cock into your mouth. Saliva pooled under your tongue and dripped down your chin. There was a dull ache blossoming in your neck from being bent awkwardly over Claudio’s lap for such a long time. You didn’t care. You wanted to draw this out, you wanted to hear the bitten-off groans and small huffs from the normally restrained man. The mere prospect of being the cause of Claudio losing control makes your hips grind onto nothing, searching for some source of friction. In hopes of distracting yourself from the ache in your lower stomach, you risked a glance up to Claudio.

Oh, he really was beautiful.

You’ve been here, taking someone apart on your knees, before. None of them looked as divine as Claudio. None of them made your cheeks warm and hands shake with excitement. With his head tipped back and most of his clothes still on, he was a picture of pure debauchery. It takes barely a handful of minutes for Claudio’s back to lazily arch from the chair and his cock twitched hard, cum spilling into your awaiting mouth. You don’t hesitate in swallowing until you feel Claudio’s thighs tremble on either side of your shoulders. Then you let his cock fall from your mouth with a lewd pop. 

“Up… Schatz, come up here, please.” 

You couldn’t help smiling to yourself at Claudio’s perfect manners whilst standing from the floor and moving to straddle his thighs. Always a gentleman. There have been times when Claudio has been rougher, allowing his desperation to control his actions, with you. And, afterwards, he always made it a point to check on you. To ensure that you were okay. One of Claudio’s hands raised to cradle your cheek, thumb wiping a drop of his mess from your lower lip before pressing it into your mouth. Instinctively, you licked it away as he watched you with a softened expression. 

“Ich bin wahsinnig in dich verliebt…” 

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#The Human Writes #Claudio Castagnoli X Reader #Writing #Fanfiction #Spicy #Female Reader #Pretty Woman AU #Claudio Castagnoli #Established Relationship #Please read the warnings #Claudio X Reader #Fanfic #I'm back on my writing bullshit #(temporarily)

[nagdabbit]

Eddie and Claudio as exes who have to get back together for their depressed cat's sake, I think.

i really intended this one to be a little more lighthearted when i started, but i think it at least ended up cute and shit

title: late shift

The first week had been fine, really. If you'd asked Eddie how he was doing, he would have said he was doing fine. He'd grown used to sleeping alone—both their work schedules being what they were—so it wasn't as if anything had changed, really, it's just that he'd stopped hoping it would.

So his first week as a newly single man, in his newly emptied house, had been fine. Second week, that'd been fine, too.

But then Fido had started getting antsy, looking up and down for something. She'd pace up and down hallways, peak into open doors, make plaintive little noises the whole while.

By the fourth week, the cat started sleeping where Claudio's pillow should've been. Then it was a week or so of Fido standing vigil at the door, right next to Eddie's boots—where Claudio's shoes should have sat.

Six weeks on, and the cat stopped talking to Eddie altogether. She'd pace and stand at the door and cry. She'd pick at her food, pawing bits onto the floor as she waited for Claudio to come and scoop all the spilled bits back into the bowl the way he always had. The few times Eddie had cleaned her mess, Fido had given him an unhappy little chirrup and left to find herself a spot to pout.

It was strange how Claudio really took everything with him when he left.

Two months on, and Eddie had packed up Fido's things and needled Mox into giving him Claudio's new address.

And that had been fine, too. He looked every bit still the same handsome jackass that had walked away in the first place, the fucker. Eddie had hoped he'd look tired, like he wasn't sleeping great, wasn't eating right, but he looked good. And when he spied Eddie on his doorstep, he looked mean and smug.

But that look had softened into something a little more surprised when Fido made an excited little mew from her carrier.

She clearly wants to be with you, he'd said, and sat her down at Claudio's feet. Congrats. You took the last fucking thing from me.

He sighed, taking in the boxes of cat toys Eddie has already carried into the building. He reached out, like he wanted to tough Eddie somehow. Eddie, it's—

No, you don't say shit, just—just take the goddamn cat and let me go home, Eddie had muttered, and stepped back out of Claudio's reach. She wants to be with you.

Claudio had rolled his stupid, pretty eyes. She'll get over it.

She stopped eating, so no, she won't. He'd kicked the box of toys as he turned away. She still doesn't like fish, don't forget.

I remember.

And no catnip. She sn—

She sneezes, I remember.

Glad you remembered something, Eddie and snapped, and walked away before Claudio could say anything more.

Nine weeks as a single man, and Eddie would admit he wasn't doing great. He wasn't sleeping, and his house was too quiet, and work wasn't filling any of the holes that had opened up in his chest and in his head. He was tired, and it wasn't getting any better.

And arriving home from a late shift didn't help matters any, not when his and ex and his cat were waiting for him.

Claudio looked annoyed to be waiting in the cold, but it was softened by Fido cradled against his chest—though she was wriggling to get free. "You're late."

"I'm not, actually." Eddie blinked at the picture they made, sitting camped on their—on Eddie's porch steps. "You just never learned my schedule."

"And you changed the locks," Claudio added, hold on Fido still secure, despite her best efforts.

"No, I didn't," Eddie mumbled and stepped closer. "Not my fault you took the wrong key."

"I did not."

"Is it marked D for door, or G for garage?"

Claudio opened his mouth to argue, but thought better of it. He looked down at the squirming mess of orange fuzz. "Fido missed you."

On cue, the little cat freed herself with a triumphant chirrup and galloped down the front walk, stretching up to paw at Eddie's legs. He sighed, a little bit of warmth lighting up his chest, and sank down onto the icy cold stone. "C'mere you furry little menace," he grumbled and gathered Fido up into his arms, face pressed into the silky soft, orange fur. "Missed you, too."

There was a sigh in front of him, one of the reluctantly fond ones, and it made Eddie ache. "She'd have gotten over it, eventually," Claudio said, and he just sounded like he was rolling his eyes.

"Well she certainly wasn't happy staying with me."

"Yes, well, she lasted all of an hour before she lost her mind and went looking for you," Claudio scoffed, as if that helped anything. "Why'd you even bring her over? She's a cat."

"Everyone leaves," Eddie muttered, titled his temple against Fido's soft head. "Why would the fucking cat be any different?"

There was a sigh, the one that always came before Claudio skirted around calling Eddie stupid. Right before an argument, the kind when Eddie would get emotional and Claudio would somehow stay calm and make Eddie feel stupid. "Eddie, let's not do this now."

"No, you just up and left. You said you wouldn't and then you did and now…" He snapped his mouth shut and buried his face in Fido's scruff. She was purring like a thunderstorm, kneading biscuits into Eddie's hoodie. "S'as good a'time as any to do this."

"And what do you want me to say?"

"Anything. You just left, you big dumb oaf," he snapped, and stood, making his way up to the porch. He sank down on the steps, keeping a foot or so of distance between them. "You didn't even make it home on our anniversary, and had the fuckin' audacity to ask why I was mad."

"I did not want to, but the bonus was too good to pass up. Which I told you a whole week ahead of time."

It was Eddie's turn to roll his eyes. "Oh, fuck off with your bonus BS."

"I'm trying to make sure we've got a nice retirement fund," Claudio argued back, glowering at Eddie. "Don't you want to be able to enjoy a future together?"

"What good is a future if you're just workin' all the way through the present?" Eddie clenched his jaw against the sting in his eyes, taking a few steadying breaths. "By the time we get there, we ain't even gonna know each other."

Claudio's mouth snapped closed with an audible click. After a few moments, he tentatively closed a little of the distance between them. "I just wanted to make sure we had enough."

"You were already enough."

Claudio stayed quiet for a long moment. "You took terrible hours, too," he murmured, but it sounded like a halfhearted argument at best. He reached over to scritch at Fido's chin, and the thundering purrs grew even louder.

"Fuck else was I s'posed to do? I hate sleepin' alone."

"That's not fair."

"Oh, you wanna talk about fair?"

Claudio sighed, "I do not want to fight."

"Shoulda fallen for somebody else, then."

Claudio ducked his head, a resigned laugh tumbling out of him. "A bit late for that, I suppose."

Charming fucker. Even mad as Eddie was, he still found himself drawn to him. He grumbled wordlessly and buried his face in Fido's soft fur. "You should move back in," Eddie muttered. "F'you don't, Fido'll just stop eating again."

"I would hate for anything to happen to her," he agreed, and Eddie didn't have to look to hear the smile in his voice.

"And you can't work ass hours anymore, either. She gets lonely," he added, quickly. "Ma calls her our daughter for a reason, you gotta actually be part of her life."

"We'll both work better hours." He inched a little closer, "I think we should have a date night."

Eddie scoffed, "We can, but f'you tell Moxie about it, I'll never hear the end of it, so keep it t'yourself."

"Would that really be so bad?" Fido snuggled her head down against Eddie's shoulder, stretching a paw out toward Claudio, begging him to move closer.

Damn cat. Always doing what Eddie was thinking. "Just—promise me you won't just up and leave again."

"You're the one who told me to leave," he pointed out, but it was almost, almost back to that gentle teasing that Eddie had fallen for in the first place.

"Yeah, my kitchen," he grumbled, and glared a little, just to remind the big, Swiss bastard that it had stung. "Not the entire fuckin' relationship."

Claudio sniffed, and turned his nose up, lips twitching toward a smile. "Our kitchen."

"Bullshit. Salt is an ingredient, not a spice. Until you learn that, the kitchen is mine."

Claudio laughed, shoulders relaxing a little. He heaved a great, defeated sigh leaned his weight into Eddie's side, "I love you, too."

"Don't try and charm me, dickhead," Eddie grumbled, letting it happen.

"How can I be trying if it's working?"

"You're moving back in, but you're sleepin' on the couch," he lied.

#prompt fic #aew fic #aew fanfiction #eddie kingston #claudio castagnoli

[tatsueigo]

Adorable

Fandom: All Elite Wrestling 

Ship: Claudio Castagnoli/Gracie

Warning: fluff

Prompt: “You look adorable in my shirt.”

AN: little fic written for @moxleys-darlin to hopefully cheer her up. ❤ love you mom. ❤

Claudio wakes up later than normal, since they have a flight in the early afternoon. It's still early for Grace to actually wake up, but he wriggles himself from her, putting on some gym clothes to hit the weight room for an hour or two. He smiles looking at his sleeping girlfriend, kissing her lightly on the forehead, before going downstairs. 

After working out for two hours and taking a shower, he went into the kitchen to prepare breakfast for both of them. Her favorite English tea with some cookies and some orange juice, while for him coffee and some scrambled eggs. He hums a song while working, not noticing that his girlfriend has come down the stairs. 

“Good morning, Guapo.” She whispers, hugging him by the waist from behind. 

“Good morning, Piccolina.” He says lovingly, turning in the hug to peck her on the lips. “Breakfast is almost ready, sit down and I'll get it on the table in two minutes at most.” 

“Smells amazing, Guapo.” She smirks and kisses him lovingly, before walking to the table in the living room. 

“You look adorable in my shirt.” Swiss said, smacking her ass gently. “Oversize and perfect for you.” He smirks. 

“I love wearing your clothes, want your scent over me at any given time.” She sits down and purrs when he brings breakfast to the table. “Gracias mi amor.”

Claudio sits down next to her, pulling his chair as near as possible to her. “You are welcome, Piccolina. Enjoy your meal.” 

#aew fic #aew fanfiction #all elite wrestling #claudio castagnoli #original character #fluff

[blueberryomega]

VICIOUS (The Series)

Pairing: Female and male OC (Male OC was my husband's idea) x AEW Superstars

Summary: Audrey Nolan, an almost 23-year-old woman, comes to AEW with the simple fact of fulfilling her dream of being a wrestler, inspired by Chyna, her favorite wrestler. But as time goes by, she feels her dream destroyed by people who judge her because of her gender.

Warning: strong language, may contain sex.

Audience: 18+ [minors do not interact]

I don't own any gifs, photos or brands posted here. This is just a fanfiction! Don't like it? Go away and don't read it. That's it.

The point where getting married became their goal achieved. Jay and Audrey Nolan, a couple of future wrestling superstars. Audrey completed a year of college before starting all of this. But she, in addition to wanting to be her husband's manager, she wants to do the same as her favorite wrestler Chyna, fight against men.

The two of them wanted to spend their first years in AEW, and then go to another company. Their plans were already made.

"Well baby.." Jay showed the contract. "Tony wants us to read the instructions before signing."

"The only thing I hope is that they put me in several natches and don't leave me forgotten like multiple superstars."

"My love, they're not going to leave you forgotten."

"Baby, they told me they're going to put me in the men's division..."

"As my manager."

"Yeah...."

Jay looked at her. "Are you OK?"

"Yes of course."

"Okay, that's all I need."

They both agreed to sign. And since then, both dream had begun.

A LOT OF TIME LATER...

The Nolan couple arrived at AEW, trained as they were supposed to and with the figure they both wanted. Audrey felt bad because she missed her husband's belly, but at the same time she understood that it was for his good. When they entered, a woman was there to serve them.

"Hello Mr. and Mrs. Nolan." She greets. "My name is Scarlett Adams and I'm going to give you a tour and show you her dressing room. I did it exclusively for you. Don't tell anyone."

"Good." The two affirmed and participated in the tour. Everything seemed fine, well, except for Claudio Castagnoli, who looked at them with pure detestation.

"Whoa, whoa... here's the mister... manager and his other musketeers."

"Hey..." Jay interrupted. "Who do you think you're talking to?"

"To your wife, who looks like a male with those exaggerated muscles."

Scarlett rolled her eyes. "Claudio, you're lucky Moxley isn't here to calm you down with a damn fist."

Audrey crossed her arms. "Be very careful what you say, Suiza milk. Because you're not going to finish this..."

"Hey..." Jay looked at her and approached her. "Don't you remember the phrase you used to make fun of the Swiss people?"

"Yes... only my brother and I understand each other with that brand of milk..."

Claudio raised an eyebrow. "What kind of milk?"

Audrey laughed. "What milk? Well, the Suiza."

She laughed, realizing that Scarlett got the joke too.

"I don't know what's wrong with Swiss milk." Claudio growled.

"Hey Clau.." Scarlett raised her hand, laughing. "Won't you have juice too?"

The two laughed, making Jay laugh too.

"You know what? You're going to pay for it. Neither your husband nor your little friend are going to defend you." Claudio left furious. Jay barked like a dog as he passed, and there they continued their journey. The three of them arrived at the locker, everything organized for their comfort.

Scarlett crossed her arms and smiled. "I hope you like it, the staff and I left it clean for you. If you have anything, let me know and look for me."

"Clear." Jay and Audrey responded, entering the locker.

"Well.." Audrey took a small breath. "Our dreams have already begun to come true."

"Exactly, but no matter what happens, I will be with you." Jay smiled and kissed his wife. "Now go and take a walk, I'll be training here."

"Hey, but what if Claudio shows up and attacks me?"

"You do the same, love. Remember that you didn't get into the male roaster for nothing."

She went for a walk, looking out to each side to check if Claudio was not in any corner. She felt scared, but at the same time she saw that he was there, trying to intimidate Eddie Kingston and saying things to him, she looked out a little, checking what was happening. But, almost after a fight, Audrey intervened, holding off the Swiss's fist.

"Why don't you pick on someone your size?"

He stuck out his arm, leaving with his club.

"That's right big guy, get out where I can't see you."

Eddie took a breath, looking at Audrey and not believing that she defended him herself.

"Hey.. Audrey, right?"

"Yes..." She smiled. "By the way, you don't have to thank me for anything, he already owed me one."

"Right now, I wanted to fight that guy. I'm sick of him and being thought to intimidate me just because he's with Moxley."

"Me too... that fucker called me a male just because I got the figure I have. Besides, I've always wanted that, I don't know why he makes so much drama about it."

"What's wrong with your figure? You look pretty good."

"I know, right?" We both laugh.

"Hey...Audrey..." Eddie spoke once more. "Don't you mind if we're friends? I mean, nothing more than that."

"Exactly, nothing more than that. I'm recently married and I don't want to have problems with Jay. It won't be your fault, eh?"

"Well, thanks again for the help."

"You're welcome. Besides, I'm doing it for... my heroes..." She gave a sigh. "Well, I'm leaving. We'll talk later."

"Have a nice night."

TO BE CONTINUED....

Pos Data: Definition of LECHE SUIZA

Part two coming soon.

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[h0ney-fiction]

honey fiction masterlist

smutty ☆

Kenny Omega The Bet ☆

Chapter 0 (Prologue)

Chapter 1

Chapter 2

Chapter 3

Chapter 4

Chapter 5

Chapter 6

Chapter 7

Chapter 8

MJF

Bedroom Series (MJF X OC!Sebene)

Morning☆

Open the Door☆

Misc. One Shots

Late Night Drive☆

Claudio Castagnoli

One Shot

Smoke☆

CM Punk

One Shot

Chick Magnet☆

HangSwerve

One Shot

Nashville☆

Swerve Strickland

One Shot

On & On

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[daddyhausen]

• screen time — claudio castagnoli •

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a/n — i got a fucking language kink if it ain’t obvious. also i know claudio speaks multiple languages, but i chose italian bc that’s the one i’m most familiar with :3

also keep in mind i’m using google translate as i am not fluent in italian so i apologise if there is anything wrong or misspelt

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{ masterlists } | { aew masterlist } | { claudio castagnoli masterlist }

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{ summary } — what’s better than watching claudio play video games ? cuddling him while he’s playing video games of course !

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{ warnings } — 18 + { minors do not interact }, fem!reader, language kink, riding, male + female orgasms, squirting, vaginal sex, penetrative sex, unprotected sex, internal cumshot, creampie

{ word count } — 1.2k

{ genre } — smut

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observed was not nearly the word you’d use to describe this moment, for it was far too precious to you. you simply admired him, his concentration in that exact moment although you did not have a clear view of his features, at least from your current position, however you could make out the slightest glimpse of his stare in the reflection of his monitor. his eyes fixated with an intense gaze, eyebrows furrowed in concentration, his tongue positioned between slightly gritted teeth, just barely jutting out past his lips. a few curse words muttered here and there whenever a level had become particularly frustrating to beat. you could also hear the resounding chuckle of one adam cole through his headphones whenever your love had lost a round.

to say you were in love was an understatement, you had hearts in your eyes for him. you craved him, nor necessarily in a sexual sence, moreso his touch, his warmth. the way his arms would protectively wrap around your waist, the small kisses he’d plant atop your shoulders, the way he’d stare lovingly down at you although he was supposed to be concentrating on his game. you smiled softly thinking about it

you stood up, although your current position on the bed was rather comfortable, you made your way towards him, quietly tip-toing behind him, your arms wrapping around his muscular frame, chin placed daintily upon his shoulder, a sweet, soft kiss graced his cheek. he leaned into it, a gentle sigh escaping his lips. it was a comfortable silence the two of you basked in, no sense of awkwardness in the air.

he raised his arms up, both hands still gripping the controller quite firmly, allowing you to take a seat on his lap. you did so slowly, making sure not to disturb his game. you straddled his lap, one leg on either side of his thighs. his arms came down around your body, holding a protective grip on your waist as his chin lightly rested upon your shoulder.

you buried yourself into the warmth of his chest, head buried into the cross of his neck, still hearing the incoherent ramblings of adam through his headphones. you basked in the immense comfort and protection of his warmth, succumbing to the soft, rhythmic thumps of his heartbeat, letting a small sigh escape your lips.

hours you could spend like this, in silence, just basking in each other’s glory. it felt safe, it felt like home. peering up slowly through half-closed lids, the lull of sleep seeming to pull you in during the early morning hours, noticing that same soft slow pull affecting his blinks. adam hald already logged off about an hour or so ago as evident by the silence through your love’s headphones. entranced, you stared up at him for a moment, pupils blown wide with such adoration for him.

he took off his headphones, placing them on the table beside his keyboard, he glanced down at you slowly with tired eyes, a soft smile forming across his lips

“what’s the matter, amore mio?” { my love }

his voice was soft, loving, aided by a simple head pat, smoothing the loose strands of hair from your eyes, tucking them behind your ears.

“tired?” he questioned again. you only offered a simple head shake, a no in response for the time being

“a little, but i don’t want to fall asleep yet” you hummed, nuzzling further into his chest

“well, i got an idea of what we could do for the time being”

“oh really?” you propped yourself up slightly, hands resting upon his shoulders, a sly raise of your eyebrow at his suggestion. “and what do you propose we do?”

he said nothing, merely cupping your cheeks in both his large palm pulling you down for a tender, yet heated kiss. a small gasp let your lips at the sudden contact, one of which made him smile into your lips. his hands moved slowly, down from your cheeks, cupping the swell of your breasts on his palms for a moment, his thumbs flickering over your clothed nipples, feeling them perk up at his touch onder the fabric.

his hands continued to travel downward, from your breast they moved down your stomach, around the wonderful curve of your hips, finally resting on your plump ass, giving the supple flesh a rough squeeze just for good measure. he pulled away from the kiss for a moment, quickly coming to the realisation that you were only hearing panties underneath your… well, his shirt.

“you planned this, didn’t you?” he tilted his head slightly, a sly smirk. a chuckle followed soon after.

“maybe…” you remarked with the same cocky wit in your response, leaning forward to kiss him rather harshly again. his hands slid up your shirt once more, fingertips traced shapes against your skin. he was far too impatient to remove your clothing for now, simply wanting to ravage you then and there.

your hands slipped down from around his neck, gripping his shirt with your nails, hips slowly beginning to grind in his growing bulge. soft moans erupting from his parted lips as you pulled away, fingertips toying with the hem of his sweatpants.

“amore…” { love } he yearned for you, your touch, your warmth, letting a small, primal growl escape his lips when you freed his hard cock from the restraint of his sweatpants

“sei amore della mia vita…” { you are the love of my life }

he lifted your hips up, prying your panties to the side. his lips locked with yours, the tip of his cock teased your soaked folds, slipping into your entrance with ease, adoring the way your tight little cunt stretched around his thick cock.

you could not help yourself, beggining to bounce on his cock, his hands gripped your waist, aiding your movements. your head buried into the crook of his neck, placing loving kisses upon his skin, nipping the flesh slightly with your teeth as a guttural groan parted his lips.

“fuck…i’m close,” he grunted, feeling his cock swell inside your warmth. your cunt throbbing around his size egging him closer to his release. you remained silent, insisting on riding him, focused on helping him achieve release.

your body buzzed with pleasure, slowly thrusting your hips down onto his cock, feeling his thick size stretch you out with ease as his orgasm drew near. you hummed against his lips, your stomach tightening with such need for release.

“m-me too…” you whined, increasing the speed of your movements, throwing you head back in pleasure as a gutteral moan ripped through your throat. claudio’s grip tightened around your waist, he pulled your shirt up, burying his face into your breasts, sucking and biting your sensitive nipples

“amore mio, sborra per me” { my love, cum for me } he growled against your flesh

“that’s it, fare un pasticcio su tutto il mio cazzo” { make a mess all over my cock }

you could not hold on much longer, a fire burning in your belly, cunt pulsing around his big cock, continuing to slam your hips down against his, crying out with release

“oh fuck!-“ you whined, dragging out your moans, juices gushing around his size, thighs shaking as such intense pleasure coursed through you. he was quick to follow suit, lightly biting down on your nipple, his cum flooding your void in a sea of white, filling you to the brim as you slammed down on his cock for a final time, collapsing into him

“amore…” { love… }, he breathed out, softly tucking stray strands of hair behind your ear so he could see your face clearly.

“tu sei il mio sole e le mie stelle. ti amerò per sempre” { you are my sun and stars. i’ll love you forever }

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#{ my fics : 🤍 } #claudio castagnoli #claudio castagnoli imagine #claudio castagnoli x reader #claudio castagnoli smut #cesaro #cesaro x reader #cesaro smut #aew #wrestling imagine #wrestling smut #aew fanfiction #aew wrestling #aew imagine

[bullet-clubs-bitch]

Single Mother

Blackpool Combat Club X Fem Reader

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

Main Masterlist

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

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

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

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

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

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[rez-luvs-hook]

ok im gonna need some Hook x reader x Wheeler Yuta, and fast👀

Hook having stoic and mysterious vibes while Yuta has the innocent yet can kill you vibes!

AHHH IT WOULD BE SO GOOD

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