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smartycvnt · 1 year

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The Family

Pairing: Wheeler Yuta x Reader Summary: You realize firsthand just how close knit the BCC are. Luckily you aren't intimated easily.

"Good evening darling." The British accented voice speaking from behind you was easy to recognize. Everybody had heard something from William Regal coming back from a match one time or another. For the most part, he didn't say much to you, but you knew what this was about. You knew that it was coming, the shovel talk from the BCC. Although, you had expected Regal not to do it since he was already out the door.

"Mr. Regal, to what do I owe the pleasure?" you asked him. He had always liked you because while you were polite, you didn't take shit. He had told you a time or two that you reminded him of Jon Moxley if Mox had better bedside manner. You had just sort of laughed it off at the time, but you did understand what he was saying. "I thought you'd be on your way to Florida already."

"I wanted to speak with you privately before then," Regal said. You nodded as you leaned back against your car. "I hear that you're dating Wheeler. He's a very admirable young man, and I would hate to hear that he's gotten his heart broken. Can you promise me that you aren't going to do that?"

"I can't promise that I'm his happy ever after, but I'm not going to purposefully leave a bitter taste in his mouth. You don't have to worry about me," you told him. William seemed to deem that an adequate answer because he said his goodbye to you and walked away. You were about 3/4 of the way finished packing up your car when the rest of the BCC sans your boyfriend walked up to your car. "What can I do for you gentlemen?"

"Wheeler told us that the two of you are getting pretty serious," Claudio said. You glanced over at him, making him the first one of the group you looked directly at. There was a challenge behind his eyes that he wasn't willing to speak out loud. You knew that you just had to wait a couple of seconds before either Bryan or Mox would say it for him. Although, you were pretty sure that Bryan was a little bit scared of you from whenever you and Anna Jay had been closer.

"That's what happens in relationships boys," you told them. Mox laughed a little, as if you weren't including him in 'boys' when you very much were. You reached down to grab your last bag for your car, but Bryan beat you to it. "Are you holding my bag hostage or something? I'll let you say your piece, but do it quickly because I'm cold and Wheeler wants to go for dinner when I get to the hotel."

"He's a very special young man, and I'll admit to taking him for granted, but that doesn't mean I don't care about him. I don't know you very well, none of us do, but if you hurt him, we'll find a way for you to find out what real pain is," Bryan threatened. You just laughed it off as you snatched your bag away from him.

"Okay, whatever you say. That doesn't mean a whole lot coming from you though," you told him. Bryan sunk back a little, knowing that you had a point. "Mox, do you have anything to add to this acinine discussion or can I go on with my life? Surely you got all of what you wanted to say out when I comforted Wheeler with you after Bryan's betrayal."

"All good here. Have a nice night Y/n," Mox said. He shoved his hands in his pockets and made the first move to leave. You shoved the bag in your trunk, slammed it shut, and watched as the rest of the guys left before you got in your car. You immediately called Wheeler, who found the whole situation a lot less funny than you did, but with some reassuring did calm down about it. You were glad to know that they really did want to keep Wheeler on the right track in every aspect of his life, not just in the ring. However, they shouldn't have just assumed that you were liable to be public enemy number one.

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im-just-a-mississippi-girl · 1 year

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Begin Again

Pairing: Wheeler Yuta x reader

Category: Slight Angst/Fluff

Word count: 2,532

Summary: After being burned in a previous relationship, you find it hard to trust, open up, and love again. Moving to a new city with a new job, you’re ready to begin again, leaving the past where it belongs and cautiously opening up to new adventures and opportunities. What happens when you meet your neighbor across the street? Can you learn to trust and love again or will you keep your guard up and push him away?

Warnings: Swearing, female reader but no description of reader

Requested by: @rubyred1980 I hope you love it as much as I do! ❤️

You can find the original request post here!

A/N: I thought about this for a little bit and ultimately decided that precious baby Yoots was perfect for this! Also, I feel SO HORRIBLE I completely forgot about this request! So to make up for it, I tried to make this as long as I could. Also, as I was writing this Taylor Swift’s song Begin Again popped in my head, and I thought it was a perfect fit so there you go! Oh! And bonus points if you can find the title reference to a previous Wheeler Yuta fic I wrote!

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A new job. A new city. New friends. It was time to begin again.

The job you accepted was located in Philadelphia, Pennsylvania. The neighborhood you took up residency in was calm and friendly, majority of you neighbors had stopped by to give you a warm welcome.

It wasn’t until a week later when your neighbor across the street pulled into their driveway, this was the last neighbor you had yet to meet. You stepped out onto your small front porch, casually watching while sipping on your tea, nestled in the comfiest chair you could find at the local furniture store. You almost choked on your cup of tea when you finally saw just who your final neighbor was — professional wrestler, Wheeler Yuta.

Wheeler had made a few trips to and from his car before he noticed you. He waved to you, smiling his adorable smile that made you stifle a giggle. You were a wrestling fan, having watched numerous companies and promotions over the years and still to this day. Needless to say, you were familiar with Wheeler Yuta. Never in your wildest dreams did you imagine that one day you’d be living across the street from him.

Yuta ventured over to your house, smile still on his face. You were so nervous but attempted to play it cool, even though you knew you would probably end up making a fool of yourself.

Wheeler introduced himself to you, and you did the same. He was sweet just like you thought. You couldn’t bring yourself to tell him you already knew who he was. You were surprised that the conversation flowed so smoothly. Turns out Wheeler’s easy to talk to and you shared a few things in common, like your love for professional wrestling and that’s when you finally admitted that you were a fan of his. Boy, did you blush hard when Wheeler’s face lit up, that smile and those eyes were more than enough to make you swoon.

As the months went on, Wheeler would make it a point to stop by your house and let you know he was back home from the road, leaving you a little souvenir from whatever city he wrestled in as a thank you for watching his house while he was gone. You always told him not to get you anything, but your words fell on deaf ears every single time. The little trinkets or keychains would always bring a smile to your face and brighten any bad day.

You began missing Wheeler more and more each time he left, knowing you were doing the one thing you’ve been refusing to do for months — fall in love. Your last relationship was far from a fairytale. You found out after four months that he didn’t truly care about you but more about his reputation and appearance, and unfortunately, you were included in that reputation and appearance.

Your ex-boyfriend didn’t like a lot of the clothes you would wear, making side remarks until you finally caved and changed. He was never on time to anything, always forgetting dates, anniversaries, even your own birthday. He wasn’t very gentlemanly or chivalrous like he had been in the first two months. He was always so serious, never wanting to do anything fun unless his friends were around, and then the fun was at your expense more often than not. You found out on Instagram that he had been seeing another woman at the same time. He broke your heart, your trust, and you hate to admit, but he broke you. You’re still at a loss on why you let that relationship last so long, maybe because you had gotten used to it, or maybe because you were scared — scared to leave, thinking that you deserved that type of relationship.

As time went on, you and Wheeler grew closer, hanging out when he had a little bit of free time. Each time you would hang out with him, you always try to keep the conversation from drifting to the topic of love and relationships, you didn’t want Wheeler thinking negatively of you because of your ex or past choices. Little did you know Wheeler had some bad relationship stories of his own. He wanted to talk about them, you two had discussed everything except for that topic, but he noticed you always changed the subject or steered the conversation to something else. He didn’t want to push you to open up, thinking you needed time and knowing he would be more than ready to listen when that time came.

One night, while the pair of you were hanging out, you were the one to bring up your love life — well, with the help of some random movie playing in the background. You felt ready. You felt like you could trust him enough, that he wouldn’t judge you. You remember pouring your heart out to him, Wheeler gently pulling you into a hug, telling you that you didn’t deserve that, and that you deserve so much better. You couldn’t help but break down even more at how sweet and gentle he was being with you. It made you want to fall in love with him so much more, but you still kept your walls up.

Once you were calmed down, Wheeler told you some his bad relationship stories, hearing his stories helped, knowing he had been burned too, that it wasn’t just you. Despite your dating history being similar, there were some differences — your heartbreak and mistreatment was recent, still fresh in your mind whereas his had been a few years ago.

After that night, Wheeler would go out of his way to make sure you felt appreciated and cared for. He hated that you had been through all that; he wanted you to know you were important to him. He knew you weren’t ready for a relationship yet, but his feelings for you grew from friendship to wanting more. He knew after you shared your past with him that he loved you. The way you talked about what happened, how you let him see you all vulnerable, how you clung to him when he hugged you — that’s what made him realize he was in deep. All Wheeler wanted was to show you what true, healthy love was. He wanted to put your broken heart back together if you’d let him, and you really wanted him to. The thought of loving someone again, of letting someone in on that level, of putting your trust in someone else’s hands was terrifying let alone actually doing it.

Wheeler took his time with you, going at your pace, making sure not to rush or pressure you. He would do little things like checking on you during the day regardless if he was traveling or at home, continuing to bring you souvenirs from the road, taking you out on little adventures. He was doing all the things your ex refused or just wouldn’t do. Wheeler Yuta was making you slowly believe in love again.

You missed him like crazy when he was gone, constantly checking your phone for calls or texts from him, thinking about him when certain songs came on the radio or your playlist, counting down the days until his return. That’s when you finally decided to give in to your feelings for him — you loved him, and something was telling you to risk it, despite being scared. You decided you’d tell him of your feelings when he was home again.

You spent the rest of the week going over what you would say, preparing for the worst as you did so. When the time came, you were a nervous wreck, shaking, stuttering, your throat stayed dry no matter how much water you drank.

Wheeler pulled into the driveway of his home, not bothering to retrieve his bags from his car, but rather head to your house. He was excited to be home but more excited to see you.

You met him on the porch, nervous smile on your face, happy he was back but nervous about your confession. Wheeler pulled you into a bone crushing hug to which you returned with the same intensity, at least you tried to. “Can’t…. breathe….” You managed to choke out, tapping Wheeler on the back to better grab his attention.

He immediately let you go, looking embarrassed, “Sorry. I just missed you...” He paused, inhaling to settle his nerves. Wheeler knew he was falling for you, but he didn’t realize how much, until he was on the road the next day after he left.

“I missed you too…” You whispered in reply. You took a deep breath before making your feelings known to him. You can do this! It’s now or never. Don’t chicken out. This could be a wonderful thing. You’ll be okay if he rejects you. Come on, go for it! You gave yourself an internal pep talk, now you were ready. “Wheeler, I have something I need to tell you.” You inhale once more. Wheeler’s eyes locked on yours, confusion and worry were present throughout his features. He nodded and motioned for you to continue, not wanting to interrupt your thoughts and courage. “For the longest time I believed that love was a myth. Then you came along and proved to me that myths can sometimes be real too. I care about you. I trust you. I feel safe with you. You make me happier than I thought was possible. Life feels empty when I’m not around you, and I’m so scared that you’ll never want to hold my hand again…. and your hand is the only hand I want to hold.” You confessed, blurting all your feelings and emotions out before your turned into a stuttering mess like you had been earlier when you practiced your speech.

You couldn’t bare to look Wheeler in the eyes, too nervous and a little embarrassed to be honest. You were scared of what he reaction was. Did you just ruin everything? Will he run for the hills? Were you too damaged? Would he want to continue taking things slow with you? Would he really and truly want to help you trust and love again? Was his prior actions and words meaningless? Were they just to trick you into thinking he was worth a shot? Were you going to regret this? Would he laugh in your face and say it was just a game? You hoped your nerves and anxiety was getting the better of you, but after your previous relationship you couldn’t be too sure of anything anymore.

Wheeler was speechless. He was surprised you were ready to let him in, to let him take care of you the best he could, to love him, to begin again. He thought you would need more time before this moment, but he must have underestimated how much of an impact he was having on you. He knew he had to say something or do something quick before you ran off. He knew that confession was hard for you, and he didn’t want you to feel bad or panic and regret everything you just said, everything you two worked on and built up to this point.

Wheeler gently reached out and lifted your head up, his index finger under your chin as he did so. His eyes were full of emotion: happiness, hope, excitement, admiration, and love. He kept his eyes locked on yours, looking deeply. He saw worry, fear, anxiety, a hint of hope along with sprinkles of love. You wanted to cry, eyes welling up with tears that had yet to spill over. You hands were shaking, heart racing, mouth and throat excruciatingly dry. Why hasn’t he said anything yet? It must be okay. He’s still here. He didn’t look angry. He’s not laughing at you. This has to be a good sign, right?

You felt Wheeler’s finger leave your chin, his hands calmly and firmly encased yours. “I can’t stop smiling when I look at you. Your hand feels so natural in mine. It’s like the gaps in mine were made for your hand. I’ve never felt better than I do when we’re close. I want you by my side. Wanna know why?” He paused, a blush filled smile growing on his face. “Because I love you, every part of you. Even the parts you don’t like.” At this point in his speech, you didn’t notice that Wheeler’s hands had left yours and were now resting gently on either side of your face, caressing your cheeks and searching your eyes for any type of reaction.

Tears slipped from your eyes, a small smile making its way onto your face. “Wheeler…. kiss me better….” You quietly sniffled, wanting nothing more than to keep him as close to you as possible, to never let him go.

Wheeler didn’t have to be told twice. He initiated the kiss like you implied, slow and steady, head tilting to the side, nose gently brushing your cheek as he closed the distance. You froze momentarily before letting your eyes fall closed. His lips were slightly chapped but not unpleasant, a little rough but smooth enough to create the best sensation. You could hear your heart beating loudly and rapidly, so loudly you were positive Wheeler could hear it too.

Wheeler’s heart was pounding as well. He hoped you couldn’t hear it or feel it for that matter. He wanted to be cool, calm, and steady for you, knowing that’s what you needed — stability and reassurance. He wrapped his arms around you, holding you close to his body. You melted into his embrace, hands gliding up his chest to slip into his hair, holding firmly onto the back of his head, keeping him close as well, afraid he’ll slip away and you’ll wake up from some sick, cruel dream.

You didn’t want the kiss to end and neither did Wheeler, but unfortunately, your need for oxygen became too great. Slowly, the pair of you pulled apart, foreheads resting against one another, both your eyes still closed, savoring the moment you two just shared. As your breathing slowed, you finally opened your eyes to find Wheeler looking at you with admiration filled eyes, a wide grin full of happiness present as well. His smile was contagious. You studied him just for a few moments, really taking it all in. The more your eyes ran over his frame, the more your heart swelled, your mind traveled back to the beginning and all the little things he did for you over the course of these countless months. The little souvenirs, the sweet hang outs, the patience and gentleness he showed you, the phone calls and texts to check on you while he was traveling proved to you just how much he liked you and what you meant to him. All those things were exactly what you needed after the shitty relationship you were last in. You came to the final conclusion that you were in love with Wheeler Yuta, and you wanted nothing more than to take a chance on romance with him and to officially begin again.

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ghostficwriter · 2 years

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Spilled Blood; Spilled Feelings

Pairing / Form: Wheeler Yuta x Backstage Medical Staff!Reader / Oneshot Genre: Misc Warnings: Blood, bleeding, discussion of blading (the professional wrestling technique), panic attack, anxiety, wounds Word Count: 2,719 Characters: Wheeler Yuta, William Regal, Jon Moxley, Bryan Danielson, with brief appearances by Chuck Taylor and Orange Cassidy, because Yuta has alot of dads. Plot: It’s always somewhat nerve-wracking when a wrestler is scheduled to blade, but for some reason, Wheeler Yuta is different. For some reason, you can’t stop thinking about it - about him. What could it be?

You remembered the first time he came to the back, right after his first TV match. He didn’t really need medical attention, but Chuck Taylor and Orange Cassidy dragged him in, worrying over him like mother hens.

It was sweet, the way they looked after him. And he was sweet too, in his awkward and charming way. Many wrestlers were so used to their bodies being on display that your touch and attention bothered them very little. But Yuta always seemed to get shy; he averted his eyes whenever you touched him to check for damage or to apply some cream or bandage or such. Perhaps he was squeamish? That was certainly nothing to be ashamed of.

Of course, if he was squeamish, that would be an issue tonight, since he was scheduled to blade in his match with Jon Moxley.

Last week, he, Mox, Bryan Danielson, Chuck, and Cassidy had all squeezed into your designated corner of the medical staff’s room to prepare him. It wasn’t the first time you’d gone over the process with a wrestler, but was the first time you’d had such an audience.

“Now, the first step, of course, is to make the blade,” you held up an example. “You’re going to cut it - carefully - so there’s one small, sharp point. I know it’s probably part of the craft and the moment to make your own, but I highly recommend you let me do it-”

“All due respect, ‘doc, but a man’s gotta forge his own weapon, especially when he’s turnin’ it on himself” Mox spoke as he leaned against a counter.

You looked to Yuta, who nodded, before responding. “I understand. I just ask that you show it to me before the match so I can check it. I can make sure it’s both safer and more effective.”

Yuta nodded again but didn’t speak. He knew Chuck and Cassidy well by this point, but it must have been intimidating to be working with Mox and Danielson.

“You’re also going to want to have a spare. I’m sure these gentlemen can show you how to wrap them into your wrist tape. For the blading itself, there’s two main methods: twisting and slicing. Twisting means less scars, less stitches, and a much easier patching up. Slicing means more scarring, more stitches, and me wrapping up your head, desperately trying to stop the bleeding.” You shot a pointed look at Danielson, who held his hands up with a good-natured grin.

“New dogs may be able to learn old tricks, but old habits still die hard.”

“This is true,” you turned your attention back to Yuta, “so start building a good habit - if you’re going to blade, twist, don’t slice.” You held up your example blade again; it was intentionally dulled so you could demonstrate. “Like this,” you didn’t notice the horror in Yuta’s eyes as you lifted the razor to your head, but everyone heard his yelp of surprise as you twisted it and his soft “ah” when no blood came out.

“Sorry, I should have shown you it was dull first!” you exclaimed as Mox and Chuck slapped Yuta on the back and grinned teasingly.

“N-no, it’s fine, I’m sorry.” Yuta’s face was beet red. Ah, he must have been embarrassed about his outburst - was he going to be able to handle the match?

“It’s alright. Although…if you’re feeling squeamish about it, I’m sure the match could still be successful without you blading.” Your voice was kind, non-judgemental. The last thing you wanted was to make him feel condescended to.

“S’not the blood he’s nervous about.” Mox knocked his shoulder against Yuta’s, “Right kid?”

“N-no.” Yuta’s face was even redder now. You didn’t want to embarrass him any further, so you let it go.

“Then all that’s left is what to do with the razor afterwards. Some people slip them into their waistband, some people hand them off to the ref - decide what makes sense to you. But if you pull a Shawn Michaels and put it in your mouth, I will personally ensure that you never participate in a match with blood ever again on AEW programming and I will yell at you the entire time I bandage you up.”

Yuta nodded again, looking meek this time.

You smiled, wanting to put him at ease. “And after the match, I’m sure there'll be a couple backstage photos, but you make your way right here as soon as possible. Understood?”

He nodded again.

“Good. And Mr. Moxley, I expect you to hold him to that - don’t let him get lost in the after-match rush. Bring him right here.”

“Of course, ‘doc.” Mox grinned, and Danielseon nodded along.

“Well, I’ve lectured you long enough. Good luck, Yuta - let me know if you have any questions.”

You’d smiled as they all left your space to Chuck chanting “Baby’s first blading! Baby’s first blading!” But for some reason your stomach was churning. You always got a bit nervous when a wrestler was booked to blade, it was dangerous after all, but you usually didn’t feel that worry until you were watching the match on the monitors.

Why was this different?

***

On the night of the match itself, you still had an unsettling, unfamiliar unease. Even as you checked and double checked your supplies, even as you helped Anna Jay stretch out her shoulder, even as you met with the rest of the medical team, Wheeler Yuta was at the back of your mind.

There was no reason you could think of to be extra nervous. You’d gone over the process with him, he was a professional, he was working with one of the best hardcore werstlers in the business, and you had everything ready - a couple blades in case he changed his mind about making his own, bandages, disinfectant, and the juice and snack that were the standard after blood loss.

You chuckled at the memories of older wrestlers sitting in medical with their juice boxes and crackers or cookies - Bryan Danielson, CM Punk, and even Mr. Jon Moxley himself. You took a certain pride in always being able to get the performers to sit down and sip their juice and eat their snack - no matter how “hardcore” they were. The newer wrestlers followed their example, which made everything easier.

“Uh, hey.” Yuta’s quiet greeting pulled you out of your thoughts and brought a small smile to your face.

“Good evening. Are you ready for your match?”

Yuta scratched at his neck. “Yeah, and I, uh, brought these.” He held up two blades, their sharp points glinting.

You waved him over and took both blades from his hand, holding it up to the light, checking for any nicks, making sure it was a straight point. “Perfect.”

You offered a reassuring smile as you carefully pressed them back into his hands, covering them with your own. “Be careful out there, okay?” It didn’t come out how it usually did. With the vets, like Mox and Bryan, it was chiding and somewhat playful. With the rookies like Britt and JB, it was more reassuring. But with Yuta it was almost desperate, and you furrowed your eyebrows in confusion. You didn’t notice Yuta’s face getting red again, his heartbeat speeding up at your hands on his, his eyes looking anywhere but at you.

“I-I will. I promise.” He squeezed your hands and once again brought you back into the present.

“Are you nervous?” You were still holding onto his hands, why were you still holding onto his hands?

“Honestly?” He swallowed. “There's a part of me that’s terrified. Not of the blood, exactly, but just - I want it to be perfect, you know? But I’m also excited, and I think it’s all kind of mixing up in my head.”

This time, you gave the reassuring squeeze. “Sounds perfectly normal to me.” You looked down for a moment, unsure why you felt a little out of breath. “You’re going to do great. You’re going to blow them away.”

The smile that appeared on his face was warm, spreading like a sunflower to greet the morning light. But before he could reply, a gruff voice startled your hands out of his.

“Hey, kid, production crew’s got a few questions before the show starts.”

Yuta nodded, but he looked…disappointed? He nodded to you again and shuffled out with Moxley.

Beyond your sphere of hearing, the older wrestler nudged Yuta with his shoulder, “Looks like you two were having a moment there, you finally tell her?”

Yuta sighed, “No, not yet.”

Mox chuckled, “Ah, young love.”

Yuta rolled his eyes.

“Don’t wait too long kid. Don’t wanna miss out.”

***

You usually paid close attention to bloody matches, both as a wrestling fan but also out of a desire to analyze as much about the damage being done as you could. But you found yourself transfixed in an entirely different way during Yuta and Mox’s brawl.

It started out fine; you were able to swallow the mysterious dread in your stomach and enjoy the performance. But once Yuta’s blood began to flow, you froze, unable to look away, unable to think, your breaths becoming shallow.

Terror. Utter terror, consuming worry, overpowering concern for that man’s safety.

Your usually calculating, medical expression having given way to panic did not go unnoticed.

“Are you alright, dear?” William Regal’s unmistakable voice was soft, careful, as if approaching a wounded animal. He’d held his hand up when Bryan had tried to follow him to your side, not wanting to overwhelm you.

You turned to him, your eyes wide and your tongue frozen, only able to sputter out the beginnings of a sentence: “I-I don’t-I-”

“Shh, shh, no words yet, dove, just breathe.” Regals’ speech was firm but kind. “Focus here,” he pointed at his eyes, “and breathe with me. Here we go - in,” he breathed deeply through his nose, “and out.”

You followed his lead, your breath falling into a rhythm.

“Yes, just like that, dove, keep breathing.”

Your world narrowed to just his eyes, his voice, and your breathing. And slowly, but surely, you stopped shaking.

“Better, dove?”

You nodded, not yet ready to speak.

“Good. Now, Mr. Danielson and Mr. Moxley have told me that you are very good at your job. All of the performers here at AEW trust you to do what you know well. So, dove, you need to trust them back. Young Yuta is good, great even, at what he does. So trust him to do it safely.”

“Thank you. For helping me breathe, and for that. I’m usually not this emotional about matches. I don’t know what came over me…”

Regal placed a hand on your shoulder, “Really? It seems you’re even more oblivious than our Yuta, then.”

“What do you -”

Regal didn’t let you finish, “Now, now dove, that’s a question for the young lad himself. Right now though, I think you should watch him work and think about it. I’ll make sure he gets straight back to you when the match is finished.”

And before you could reply, he’d stepped away and you were alone again in front of the monitor.

Yuta was still bleeding, and it was still unsettling, but the look in his eyes wasn’t fearful, it was defiant. It was bold, it was confident. Your world narrowed again, but this time your focus was the fire in his eyes, the scowl formed by his lips, the war cries bellowed from his mouth. Your stomach was churning again but not with fear. And when the match ended, he stood proud - beaten - but proud and strong.

Mr. Regal kept to his word and brought Yuta straight back to your station with Mox, who was grinning with pride. “Alright, Moxley, the lad’s in good hands now,” the older man sent you a wink.

You nodded in response, already pulling gloves onto your freshly washed hands and approaching your charge, looking at him for permission before touching him. But where he would normally nod and avoid your eyes, this time he was staring into them. It felt like he could see right through them, see what lay beneath. You had to break away to examine his head, but you could feel him watching you still.

He winced slightly when your fingers grazed over the wound, but remained quiet. Now you were avoiding his eyes; they burned into you as you carefully, gently wiped the blood from his face, the cloth in your hand turning red. “A perfectly fixable cut.” Your voice was quiet, “this will string a little.” You dabbed at the blood and murmured reassuringly as you applied the antiseptic and affixed the bandaging. Now to make sure there was nothing else to tend to. “I’m going to check over-”

You were cut off not by a sound, but by the way his eyes still focused on you, on yours.

It was a look of confidence, of interest, and as you finally let yourself gaze back, there was also fondness. His gaze softened and a small smile started to curve at his lips.

Your heart was growing louder with each beat, and he just kept looking, looking at you as if you were to be treasured. And, as the moment wore on (Was it an hour? Was it seconds?), concern entered his gaze.

His voice was soft when he broke the silence, “Regal told me you panicked during the match.”

You swallowed thickly, “Y-yes. I’m sorry, it was unprofessional-”

This time it was his hand coming to rest on yours that stopped you. “I’m not mad at you, I’m…worried about you. Are you okay?”

“I think that’s my line,” you grimaced, gesturing at the blood still staining his chest and arms.

He laughed, and without realizing it, you leaned slightly forward, drawn towards the warm sound.

“I’m sure I’ll be as good as new with you looking after me.” His smirk returned before he finally broke eye contact, the nervous Yuta you were used to making an appearance. “You know, the other day, Mox was telling me that some wrestlers have signals they do to let the people they care about know they’re okay. Like, little things that most people wouldn’t notice.”

“People they care about?” There’s your racing heart again.

Yuta huffed out a nervous laugh, “I usually don’t get all flustered when someone’s bandaging me up. And I don’t usually look forward to getting checked over after matches.” He looked at you.

“And I don’t usually panic about patients bleeding…or feel like my heart's going to burst out of my chest when they look at me.”

The smile on his face couldn’t have been bigger, couldn’t have been brighter. You fought the embarrassed urge to look way - missing this would be a crime. So instead you spoke again. “I’m still going to make you eat them, but I’m guessing after that match, you’re going to need more than just juice and crackers. And, um, I was too nervous to eat dinner so, maybe we could…” you trailed off, still nervous. What if you were jumping to conclu-

But Yuta was still smiling and interrupted your doubts before the thought could finish: “Only if it’s a date.”

You laughed, feeling the tension draining from your muscles, butterflies flitting in to take its place. “Of course.”

You were wrong before - Yuta could smile even harder. He hopped up from the cot he was perched on and slipped his fingers over yours, looking around to be sure you were alone before pressing a quick kiss to your cheek.

Both you and Yuta were too wrapped up in the moment to notice the members of his new faction hovering around in the hall.

William Regal smiled in satisfaction as both Mox and Bryan fished cash out of their pockets. “Spilled blood can lead to spilled feelings, boys. Never bet against an old man.”

“Would have been another week if he didn’t bleed like a -”

“Now, now, Moxley,” Regal chided, “What’s done is done.”

Bryan laughed, “He’s just hiding how giddy he is about it finally happening.”

And so, the three veterans looked on (with varying levels of obviousness in their fondness) as Yuta held your face in his hands, gently, tenderly, gazing at you like you were the sun, the stars, the galaxy.

#aew #aew x reader #wheeler yuta #wheeler yuta x reader #aew fanfic #aew imagine #wheeler yuta fanfic #wheeler yuta imagine #wheeler yuta imagines #aew imagines #gfw's work #all elite wrestling #aew fic #wheeler yuta fic

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Heyyyyy I just came up with this but headcanons with the boys if their so is in college and has a bunch of missing work how and how they would deal with it (not like this is related to me rn totally DONT have have 20+ missing assignments that r do Thursday😮‍💨) if not that’s fine I just needing something to do so I felt like I was being productive cuz I don’t feel like doing work in my week off. Thought I’d submit ideas for writers so I’d be doing smt!

AEW STARS React to: Their S/O In College (and Taking Finals)

Pairings: Nick Wayne x Reader, Darius Martin x Reader, Hook x Reader, Dante Martin x Reader, Christian Cage x Reader, MJF x Reader, Eddie Kingston x Reader, Wheeler Yuta x Reader

Word Count: 1.2K

Supreme Speaks: hey yall, finals kicked my butt, but we back and packed up in here! to this lovely anon, i hope you got everything done and passed with flying colors (ik i struggled). but anyways, please remember that you are loved and appreciated, and also that you are more than a gpa.

Warnings: none i think, grammarly wasn't working so barely proofread, no gifs as tumblr don't wanna work rn

Taglist: @hooks-martin @sheinthatfandom @triscillal @cassie0sstuff @eddie-kingstons-wifey @hookerforhook @batzy-watzy @wwenhlimagines

i totally forgot to add my beautiful besties my bad

Nick Wayne

Hahaha He is the last person you should be going to for help

If anything, Nick believes that you should just leave it alone and just be in candy land with him

But he knows how hard it is for you and how important it is

So he’ll try his best to help you actually do the assignments

Like you two split up how much work you have and he does half the assignment

I think he would find it fun; pulling all nighters in the library and doing work with their S/O until like 4 am

Every night would be a new adventure

Would let you review the work before you submit it

But anything science-related

Don’t ask him shit

I see him as more of a math person

Darius Martin

I see Darius definitely as a liberal arts or literature person

Like he can edit your papers (he’s your personal chat gpt)

I think Darius would help you by creating a schedule

Like when you need to get stuff done by

BUT

He takes it a step further by allocating time limits for each assignment

Like you can only work on assignment 1 for an hour and 30 minutes each day

Something tells me he is particular with schedules

Darius will keep you on track as if he’s getting paid for it

“Y/N, your break ended 3 minutes ago. LETS GO”

Will definitely help you with researching topics cause that takes a while

Don’t ask him shit about math

Dante Martin

Doesn’t particularly understand what you are going through

But nonetheless he hates that he doesn’t see you as much anymore

I can see him just giving you gifts and words of encouragement

Will tutor you if you need help…but realize that this is not high school science

“You mean there is more than Chemistry I? CHEMISTRY VI? ORGANIC-“

He soon gives up

Stays up with you and drags you away from work if needed

IMAGINE DANTE SAYING “COME TO BED BABY” OMG MY HEART

Will help you with assignments like Nick

Will reward you for all your hard work (wink wink)

Tries to distract you and give you moments for fun/relaxation

After the dust is settled, he’s just happy that you are out of the shackles of academia and you two can hang out stress-free

Hook

MANS IS NOT BOTHERED WITH YOUR BULLSHIT

Has the constant “I told you to start on these assignments earlier” look on his face

If anything he will just supply you with food, energy drinks, and emotional support

But if you thing this man will give you any type of physical help

YOU ARE LYIN TO YOURSELF SWEETHEART

Will secretly complain about your lack of self care or wishing he could actually help in Italian

Fancanon: Hook can speak Italian

If he thinks you have been working too much

He will save your work and shut your laptop down

Will make sure you did everything on your checklist before turning the assignments in

If you need him to print stuff off, just ask, he’ll do it

Unless it’s 1 am…then he’s telling you to take your ass to sleep

Wheeler Yuta

Okay, this man can actually help you

WITH HIS CUTE ASS GLASSES

He truly understands what you are going through as he used to be in your shoes

Mans will tutor you until you are smarter than him

Loves helping you with history and shit

“No the War of 1812 didn’t happen in 1937”

Gives you helpful study and test-taking tips

Tries to make you drink healthy caffeinated drinks not Monsters or Red Bulls

Believes they are the devil and will slap them out of your hands

“What did I say? Red Bull gives you horns, not wings…no not horns for being horny”

Will give you little trinkets or treat you out to dinner when you complete your assignments/exams

He just wants you to remain healthy during this stressful time

Christian Cage

I feel like if anything Christian is a professor…with the way he be schooling those-

He’s probably very knowledge in various subjects

He just does them the old-fashioned way

“What the hell is this?…Whatcha mean this is the new way?”

But if anything he’ll adapt to it, just trying to help you

I HAVE A THEORY that he’ll stay up reading the next chapter or the directions for your next assignment and tries to figure out ways to make the process easier

So the next day you walk out to the table and you see the parts of your project laid out and labeled

“I know it’s a lot but we break it up like this, you should be able to complete by tomorrow”

Christian takes pictures of you two so he can look back and bring up times like the Vietnam war

Makes you take breaks, in which he’ll work in your place

When you get your grade back, it’s yalls grade

not yours

MJF

Straight up pays for a tutor/homework helper

But stays in the room and yells at them cause you are still confused and behind

I mean this in the nicest way

Max is no damn help

He is laughing at you while he’s putting on his scarf

“Imagine doing homework to get a little paper for a job! That’s what you get for not being born rich”

Will post you on instagram and claim that homework and exams are to test idiots

But will quickly change his tune when you place a physics worksheet in front of him

“WHY IS THE GREEK ALPHABET HERE?”

Issues you a public apology and vows to never make fun of you again

If anything MJF supplies you with emotional support, letting you know that your feelings are valid

Will buy you new shoes or something massive for surviving and passing everything

Eddie Kingston

Now when I say don’t ask him anything

DON’T ASK HIM ANYTHING! HE’LL JUST SAY

“Doll, imma be real, I have a GED. I dunno shit”

He can only laugh from afar and say “glad I don’t have to do that shit”

But if you ask him anything about English or Shakespeare, he got you

Will recite random Shakespeare quotes to provide entertainment

I think he proofreads your papers to ensure they make sense

I do think he can help with researching and giving you credible websites

Other than that, his designated role is paper weight or waterboy

He believes your every word when you groan about school

That’s all he can do but you don’t complain about it

After he loves you and you love him

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bullet-clubs-bitch · 6 months

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

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

Blackpool Combat club X Fem reader

Main Masterlist

Word count: 835

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Heads up? Why would I need a heads up?

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

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

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

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

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

I didn’t know how to respond

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

“Home?” was all I could manage to stay

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

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

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

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

What have I gotten myself into?

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RJ City: "What's this new... 'shuffle thing' you do?" Yuta: "That's a dart thing!"

#wheeler yuta #aew #bcc #all elite wrestling #blackpool combat club #aewedit #my gifs #the darts dancers also do the shuffle with him btw. (now imagining claudyoots in the cheer outfits doing the shuffle)

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1 Night of Peace (18+)

Wheeler Yuta x f/Reader x Hook

Main Masterlist ♡ AEW Masterlist ♡ Hook Masterlist ♡ Wheeler Yuta Masterlist

Warnings: Some swearing. Smut under the cut. Descriptive sexual acts. Unprotected sex. 3sum. Oral (m & f receiving)

Just like all my other stories, this has not been proofread, but please enjoy

Gifs and photos do not belong to me. 1st gif @shawtys-things

Requested by @legit9thlunaticwarrior a while ago. Sorry it has taken so long.

Paul - Wheeler Yuta ◆ Tyler - Hook

YN'S POV

"Come on, you can take it all. Be a good girl for us." Paul groaned from behind me as he pushed my head further down Tyler's cock, forcing more and more of his cock down my throat.

Paul's other hand was gripping my hip so tight as he fucked me as hard as he could. His powerful thrusts were forcing more and more of Tyler's cock down my throat until my face was pressed into his pubic hair.

I thought back to how I got here, with my pussy and mouth both stuffed, with these two men who despise each other.

I found the two of them arguing in the elevator, the three of us on the same floor. "Oh my, will you two shut up. I am sick of this." I said to them as I stood between the two of them.

"Mind your business, YN." They both said.

"No, I am sick of this. We all are. Just one night, just one night of fucking peace."

They both scoffed at me, but then an idea hit me. "I know how to get one night of peace."

"How?" Paul asked me.

"Oh shit. Knew you would be a great fuck." Paul moaned. "You gotta feel her mouth. Feels like heaven." Tyler groaned as he fucked my face.

"I bet she can take both of us in her pussy, couldn't you sweetheart?" My pussy clenched around Paul's cock, and I moaned around Tyler's cock.

"She likes that idea." Tyler said, as he pulled his cock out of my mouth, leaning down, placing his hand under my chin and leaning down to look me in eyes.

The only rule I placed was no kissing, which I deeply regret as I wanted nothing more than to kiss these two men.

"You want two cocks stuffed in your tight little pussy, baby?" I nodded my head, wanting nothing more.

Paul pulled out of me, making me whine at the loss. Paul laid on the bed and pulled me into his lap, sitting me on his cock.

Tyler got behind me and pushed me to lay across Paul's chest. "Relax." Paul said as Tyler started to push his cock in my pussy, making me cry out.

Tyler rubbed my back as he finally bottomed out, his and Paul's cocks stretched me out to my limits.

"You can move." I finally said.

The both of them started to move, gently. Watching me and my body language to see if I was in any pain.

"Faster." The words barely left my lips and the two of them were fucking me with all their worth.

The two of them quickly brought me to my first orgasm, and second and third. By the fourth one, I was gone. I was to fucking cock drunk. I was practically drooling on Paul's chest.

"Fuck, gonna cum." Tyler groaned. His hips stuttering.

"Shit, me too." Paul cried out.

They finished right after one another. I don't even know who came first as they both filled me.

I got the one night of peace.

They can't argue if they are busy fucking me. I may just offer my services to keep them from getting at each other throats.

Tag list: @lghockey @nicoleveno14 @legit9thlunaticwarrior @hooks-martin @wwenhlimagines @melissahausen @faerieofthenightcourt @tahiri-veyla

#aew #all elite wrestling #reader imagine #female reader #reader insert #hook aew #hook smut #hook x reader #hook x female reader #hook imagine #hook fanfiction #hook fanfic #wheeler yuta smut #wheeler yuta imagine #wheeler yuta x reader #wheeler yuta x female reader #wheeler yuta x female reader x hook #wrestler x f/Reader #wrestler smut

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omg-im-such-a-masochist · 4 months

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𝚂𝚝𝚘𝚌𝚔𝚘𝚕𝚖 - 𝙲𝚑𝚊𝚙𝚝𝚎𝚛 𝟸

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

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

Chapter 1

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Her eyes fixated on his as he spoke:

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Why?” She frowned

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

#blackpool combat club x reader #blackpool combat club imagine #blackpool combat club fanfiction #stockolm series #jon moxley x reader #jon moxley imagine #claudio castagoli x reader #claudio castagnoli imagine #wheeler yuta x reader #wheeler yuta imagine #bryan danielson #jon moxley #claudio castagnoli #wheeler yuta

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shawtys-things · 6 months

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#aew hook #hook aew #hook nation rise #aew hook imagine #send hook #aew #wheeler yuta

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daddyhausen · 7 months

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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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smartycvnt · 1 year

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Sixteen Candles

Pairing: Wheeler Yuta x Reader Summary: You comfort Wheeler after Bryan ignores him on his birthday.

You knew that being away from home on his birthday was going to be hard for Wheeler. So, you had worked with Claudio and Mox to fly in and surprise your boyfriend at his hotel room after the show. You had expected him to be happy to see you. He hadn't called you all day, which was weird, but you didn't think much of it. Usually Wheeler reached out to you whenever he was having a bad day, but today things had been really bad. You could see it in the way his shoulders sagged when he walked through the door.

Wheeler had just dropped his things by the door and shuffled towards the bed. He hadn't even noticed you were in the room until you cleared your throat. You heard a heartbreaking sniffle as he lifted his head and gave you the saddest smile that you had ever seen. Immediately, you were on the offensive and ready to go break someone's fingers. Wheeler could see that and gave you a look to calm down. He didn't want to cause any trouble, even though he did sort of want to vent about his day.

"I know you're angry, but I'd feel a lot better if you just came and sat here with me," Wheeler told you. You were mad, but he came first, so you did what he asked to you. Once Wheeler was cheered up, you'd go deal with whoever did this to him. "I'm really happy to see you. I've been missing you a lot lately."

"I missed you too. I love you," you told him. Wheeler smiled as you pressed a kiss to the top of his head. "Even if you need a trim."

"Are you sure about that? I thought you liked the rugged look." Wheeler sat up on his knees in front of you. You did like it, but you could also see that he hadn't cut his hair since you left for Japan. "I was thinking you'd be gone a little longer and it would look better by then."

"You look very handsome Wheels," you said. Wheeler smiled as he leaned down to kiss you. It was nice to just kiss and hold each other, allowing for all of the bullshit that was going on outside of the room to stay there. The two of you stayed like that for another hour or so before you walked over to grab the Walmart bag from the hotel room desk and bring it to him. "It's not a lot, but it's what I could get on short notice. There's a better surprise at home in the freezer."

"A squished cupcake," Wheeler said with a small laugh. You opened up the box for him and stuck a candle in the top of it. Wheeler watched as you did the little lighter trick Mox taught you to light it. You didn't have a chance to sing happy birthday to him, which both of you were secretly grateful for, and then Wheeler cut the cupcake in half to split. He ended up with half of your half, but you didn't care that much.

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im-just-a-mississippi-girl · 2 years

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The Most Interesting Date

Pairing: Wheeler Yuta x female!reader

Category: Fluff

Word count: 1,562

Summary: When Wheeler Yuta finally asks you on a date, will it be everything you thought it would be or will unexpected guests ruin your date?

Warnings: Swearing, female reader but no description of reader, she/her pronouns

Tagging: @rubyred1980 & @sheinthatfandom

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Over the last few months, you and Wheeler Yuta had finally started talking after stealing glances from across the room at one another and quickly looking away, a blushing mess, when caught. The pining from afar slowly turned into little conversations in passing. “Great job out there!” and “I grabbed you a water. That match looked brutal.” were the transition sentences that finally led to a short conversation in catering before a Dynamite show went live.

You always thought Wheeler was cute, but when he left Best Friends, Orange Cassidy, and Kris Statlander to join the Blackpool Combat Club, you didn’t think he was cute anymore but hot. Something about him going all out and bleeding during matches, all the things he didn’t do before; he was more serious, but you could still see the glimmer of fun in his eyes.

After you two began talking, Yuta discovered he liked a lot about you; you were fun, kind but wasn’t afraid to fight, always supportive of him, especially when he made the jump to BCC. He always enjoyed coming through the tunnel seeing you waiting for him with a bottle of water and towel regardless of the outcome of his match.

A few weeks after Yuta joined BCC, the pair of you talked more, and you noticed the confidence he gained, before he was more reserved. As you talked, you found yourself liking him more and more, and he felt the same way which resulted in him asking you out to dinner one night after Dynamite.

You agreed to the date, blushing as you did; not failing to notice his slight blush as you agreed. You couldn’t believe this was happening, and neither could Wheeler. You spoke with a small group of your girlfriends about it, hoping they would be able to help you decide what to wear and how to do your makeup and hair. Even though it was going to be a simple dinner date and not a five star restaurant, you still wanted to look your best. The ladies agreed to help you get ready and immediately began excitedly discussing Wheeler and how cute you two would be together should things go good tonight.

Once Dynamite came to an end, you met up with your friends to all head to your hotel room to get ready. The girls had your clothes strewn everywhere. Athena was helping you with your hair, Kris Statlander was helping you with your makeup, and Willow Nightingale was teaming up with Ruby Soho to mix and match your clothes for a cute outfit. You laughed to yourself as the girls occupied themselves with their chosen tasks. You loved these ladies with your whole heart and knew they’d make you look great.

As time for the date grew nearer, your stylist team put on the finishing touches. Walking to the full-length mirror on the bathroom door, you stood in awe, taking in the magic they worked. Behind you, the girls were all huddled together, holding their breaths as you examined their handiwork. You turned around, huge smile on your face. “I love it! Thank you girls!” You exclaimed, rushing to them and gesturing for a group hug.

The knock at the door caused everyone to fall silent, glancing at your phone you saw the time — this is it. You opened the door and froze, seeing Wheeler standing there in a nice button up shirt and equally nice jeans. When your eyes met his, you couldn’t help but blush. He looked handsome, and you were sure how you would be able to form any sentences. “You look….” You trialed off, attempting to gather your thoughts. “Handsome.” You finished, blush still evident on your cheeks.

“You look stunning.” Yuta complimented, grinning with more confidence, the blush long gone from his cheeks. He couldn’t stop looking at you, even though he knew it was probably getting creepy.

The girls were watching from across the room, giddy at the stunned reactions the pair of you were having. They knew they should excuse themselves to let you two get on with your date, so they did just that despite wanting to whisper amongst one another about the cuteness in front of them.

Once the girls exited the room, Yuta stepped aside to let you out the door. The pair of you talked about Dynamite and a few other things on the way to the restaurant, and finally being shown to your table, Yuta, ever the gentleman, pulled your chair out for you. “What gentleman.” You playfully teased, casing a laugh to leave his lips. “This might be too soon to say, but I love seeing you smile.”

Yuta smiles, a light blush dusting his cheeks. “I don’t think it’s too soon. Honestly, you read my mind.” He would have said more, but the waitress arrived to take your orders. After the orders were placed and drinks were in hand, you and Wheeler fell into a fun conversation, sharing funny stories and your favorite childhood memories.

“What did you say? I can’t hear you!” A quiet shout rings out a few tables over, the voiced sounded unmistakably familiar. Surely it’s not who you think it is. “Hold on! Let me move somewhere else.” You and Yuta both look around the restaurant in search for the man who’s not just disrupting your date, but everyone else’s.

“You’ve got to me kidding me.” Yuta says in disbelief. No sooner than the words leave his mouth, you spot Jon Moxley as well, standing up with his phone in the air a couple tables over from the two of you.

“Should we go over there?” You ask, curious on why Mox is here alone…. or so you thought.

Yuta nods and the both of you get up from your table, making your way over to Mox who’s still quietly shouting into the phone, clearly bad connection between himself and whoever is on the other end of the call.

As you approach the table, you and Yuta notice Claudio Castagnoli and Bryan Danielson trying to keep their cover and whisper yell at Mox to shut up and sit down. “You three on a date or something?” You tease, suppressing a giggle and Yuta stifles a laugh as well.

All three men’s heads whip around to see you and Wheeler standing there with amused looks on your faces. “Damn it, Jon! We told you to be quiet!” Bryan shouts as Claudio rolls his eyes.

“Who’s idea was this?” Yuta questions his teammates.

Bryan and Claudio immediately point to Moxley. “He drug us along. Said we should make sure the kid’s date passes the test. Whatever that means.” Claudio shrugs while Bryan nods in agreement.

Jon doesn’t confirm nor deny the claims, instead he pats Yuta on the back. “She’s a keeper. Just don’t fuck it up.” He states.

“Now that you blew our cover, let’s go. Leave the lovebirds to their date.” Bryan reasons. “You said she passed whatever ‘test’ you had.” He emphasizes test with air quotes, know that Moxley didn't have a real test for you but just wanted to spy on the two of you.

Begrudgingly, Mox agrees and the trio leave while you and Wheeler head back to your table to finish your dinner.

Once the dinner is done and you leave the restaurant, Wheeler suggests a walk in the nearby park to which you excitedly agree. You loved the park, even at night. It was more peaceful at night, you could see the stars on good nights. You were in luck because this is one of those good nights.

Arriving at the park, you and Yuta begin your peaceful walk, chatting and telling jokes along the way. As you both make your way around the park, your hands occasionally brush against one another making you blush. You want to hold his hand but don’t want to get ahead of yourself in case that’s not what Wheeler wants, but your worry disappears soon.

“Can I hold your hand?” Wheeler asks a little nervous.

“It’s like you read my mind.” You laugh causing him to laugh as well, nerves vanished.

He gently intertwines your fingers with his, a smile on both your faces. You continue to walk hand in hand, admiring the peace and quiet, hands lightly swinging between the two of you. “Thank you for tonight. I’ve had fun despite the unexpected guests.” You admit, turning your head to face him. He looks at you, smile wide and a cheerful look in his eyes.

“I’m glad. I did too and I swear I had no idea they were following us.” He promises.

A rustling sound in a nearby bush catches your attention followed by a string of swears. “I guess they’re still spying on us.” You laugh tugging Yuta over to the bush and parting some branches, revealing Jon but this time he didn’t have Bryan and Claudio with him, but none other than Eddie Kingston.

You and Wheeler share a laugh once more and leave the two men, looking like deer caught in the headlights. “I gotta say, this is the most fun and interesting first date I’ve ever been on.” You state as you hear Eddie and Jon bickering like an old married couple and following you and Yuta back to the hotel, not bothering to try to be sneaky anymore.

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heelwriting · 6 months

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Headcanon: Wheeler Yuta + soft

Fandom: Wrestling

Yuta might be a little shit but he is YOUR little shit

Yuta can be a little too much sometimes, his playful side coming out often but then he is also a little old fashioned, a perfect gentleman, and loves taking care of his S/O

He brings you flowers on every date, makes you hand written letters when he is away for too long

He’d go slower in the relationship in general but that doesn’t mean his heart doesn’t go 100 a mile whenever he sees you

Yuta writes about all the special moments in letters, the first time holding hands, first hug, first kiss… he plans on showing you down the line. He would never admit in public that he does all of this for you but he is comfortable being vulnerable with you

He talks about you to his friends all the time, but waits for you to meet them until the relationship becomes more serious

He ignores conversations thinking about you, his friends tease him about how in love he looks

Whenever he feels your voice sound sad or notices something off, he ends up knocking at your door with your favorite snack/food in hand, you hug him tight, and depending on how you feel, you talk about what is bothering you

He loves to hold you in his arms and run his hand through your hair, kiss your forehead, whisper sweet things in your ear, kinship is very important to him, more than words, he’ll put a hand on your shoulder, entangle your fingers together or put a hand on your hip

One time he gets a cold, you take care of him, he had fever and slept most of the day, he hears you talking and in this dream he thinks an angel came down to help him, when Yuta finally realizes it’s you, he is convinced that one day he will marry you

#wheeler yuta #yoots #wheeler yuta x reader #wheeler yuta imagine #wheeler yuta headcanon #wheeler yuta fanfiction #blackpool combat club #bcc #aew imagine #aew fanfiction

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Hello I was wondering if you could do kisses around the body and face for AEW wrestlers like;

Face - Yuta

Forehead - Darby

Lips - Ethan Page

Neck - Ricky

Arms - Kenny

Hands - HOOK

Torso - Kingston

Legs - Jeff Hardy

It could be to the wrestler or reader

Dear god I hope I did this right

AEW Stars React to: Their Favorite Kisses

Pairings: Darby Allin X Reader, Ethan Page X Reader, Ricky Starks X Reader, Kenny Omega X Reader, Hook X Reader, Eddie Kingston X Reader, Jeff Hardy X Reader

Word Count: 954

Supreme Speaks: hey yall, thanks to the anon who requested, sorry for the delay (as I am). thanks to everyone for their support. hopefully, I did this right. my inbox and requests are open to all. I think (hope) I kept this gender-neutral/applicable to everyone. P.S you are loved and greatly appreciated.

Warnings: GIFS ARE NOT MINE, i repeat GIFS ARE NOT MINE, none i think, slight talk about insecurities in Eddie's part

Taglist: @hooks-martin @hookerforhook @triscillal @sheinthatfandom @wwenhlimagines @eddie-kingstons-wifey

AGAIN I HOPE I DID THIS RIGHT

Wheeler Yuta (Face Kisses-To Him)

WITH HIS SCRUFF THIS IS SO CUTE

With these kisses, I feel like y’all love cheek kisses

He would look so content and fulfilled after the kisses

To Yuta, it’s so intimate and just feels acceptable everywhere to him

Personally, I think he would love it if you squished his cheeks together (with one hand) and then kissed him on both cheeks

Also, this would be a pre-match routine

Would literally refuse to go out there until he gets his kisses (he’s a brat)

“Where are thy kisses?” (With a fake lisp)

Darby Allin (Forehead Kisses-To You and Him)

OKAY OKAY HEAR ME OUT

He likes the forehead kisses on a particular side of his face (don’t fight me)

I feel like he would tell you to kiss him on the side without facepaint on (so it doesn’t get on you or it doesn’t mess up)

“No, no, the right side! Don’t switch up on me!”

He would kiss you on the forehead because it was the closest body part to him

Also, it’s because he can do it anywhere without it being awkward (like Yuta)

I think he would love you giving him forehead kisses cause it’s like comfort to him

As soon as you kiss his forehead (especially after a match), he feels rewarded and that everything is alright

Ethan Page (Lips Kisses-To You)

MAN HAS A NICE SMILE

Will just kiss you out of nowhere

Will kiss you at any place, any time

The type of person who will grab your face and squish your cheeks together

His mustache and facial hair tickle your face

He is not afraid of PDA (in fact, he encourages it)

“I want a kiss right now. And if you don’t give me one, Imma throw a fit like a toddler right now”

Will bend down to tease you and receive his kisses

Ricky Starks (Neck Kisses-To You and Him)

THIS MAN WILL BE THE DEATH OF ME-

He LOVES to give you kisses on the neck cause he thinks it’s sexy

It’s one of those kisses that feels intimate yet playful at the same time

Will leave marks on you so get your makeup/scarf ready

Loves it when you kiss his neck and leave lipstick stains on him (if you wear lipstick, lip stain, or lipgloss)

It makes him feel like “the man” and loved/desired (ESPECIALLY ON THE NAPE OF HIS NECK OR RIGHT UNDER HIS JAW)

Will not wash it off for segments and says “You all wish you had a sexy ass partner like me”

Kenny Omega (Arm Kisses-To You and Him)

THAT MAN HAS SOME NICE ASS ARMS LEMME TELL YOU

He’ll kiss your arms/shoulders cause he thinks it’s cute

ESPECIALLY WHEN HIS HEAD IS LEANING ON YOU OR WHEN YALL ARE CUDDLING

Within that moment, he will tell you “I love you”

And you? You kiss his arms not because you want to be cute…but so you can bite him (lovingly ofc)

He would walk out to the ring with a bite mark on his arm and just say “Y/N wanted a snack. So they bit me.”

But honestly, I think you would kiss his arms cause you were already holding hands and you wanted to show your man more love

And to bite him again…

Hook (Hand Kisses-To You)

I WANT HIS HANDS IN MORE WAYS THAN-

Ahem, anyways; I don’t think Hook like obvious or obnoxious PDA, but more subtle signs of it

So while you guys are holding hands, he will bring your hand up and kiss it

To him, it’s an intimate way of showing how much he loves you

I also think your hands would be his favorite feature on you besides your personality

He likes the size difference between your hands

DEF will kiss all your knuckles when just staring at your hands

“I love your hands, they’re so delicate. Imagine them with a ring on your finger.”

Eddie Kingston (Torso Kisses-To You)

Listen, I will protect Eddie Kingston with my life (sorry for yelling at ya earlier)

Now this man will save all his kisses until you two are completely alone

Loves to lay with you, with his face either near or on your stomach

Will kiss your chest and stomach as he notices that this is a spot that you might be insecure about

He kisses your torso to show that he loves you and your “flaws” (ya’ll aint got none so move right along)

“Doll, you are perfect to me and I dare you to say otherwise”

Does not kiss your ribs as last time, you accidentally elbowed him in the eye

Jeff Hardy (Leg Kisses-To You)

MY DARLING MAKES A RETURN

Man has no problems with PDA (in fact he thrives on it) But he saves his favorite kisses to give behind closed doors (THIS MAN IS A PLEASER)

Loves to give you foot rubs and in the midst will kiss your calves and thighs (AGAIN THIS MAN IS A PLEASER AND YALL CANNOT TELL ME DIFFERENT)

Does not care if you shave/wax your legs or not

Will watch TV in between your legs and kiss them periodically

When you ask him why he kisses your legs, he’ll just say “They’re just so beautiful to me darling”

As long as you got legs, Jeff will kiss them

#aew #all elite wrestling #all elite wrestling imagines #darby allin #darby allin imagine #aew hook #aew hook imagine #ricky starks #ricky starks imagine #jeff hardy imagine #jeff hardy #eddie kingston #eddie kingston imagine #ethan page #ethan page imagine #kenny omega #kenny omega imagine #wheeler yuta #wheeler yuta imagine

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Single Mother

Blackpool Combat Club X Fem Reader

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

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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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