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

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

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

{ word count } — 2.9k

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

{ genre } — smut

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

they kept tugging, toying, with your clothing

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

ready for them to paint with their desire

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

the room had been converted into some sort of training room

a basic, dreary one at that

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

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

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

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

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

enough to make you whine when he bit down especially hard

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“is that right, doll?”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

claudio reciprocated the same nod

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

it was all too much for your mind to take in

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

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

the taste foreign on your tongue

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

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

a subtle pop following after he’d removed them

yuta offered you no such decency

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

shuddering with arousal at your taste

jon was last, quickly prying his fingers from your panties

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

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

“strip her. then bring her to the mat”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

jon pondered for a moment, smoothing down his beard

“bring her to me”

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

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

you winced as your knees came in contact with the mat

still feeling the concrete beneath it

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

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

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

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

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

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

noticing, despite your previous attempts at restraint

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

and rather eager at the fact.

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

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

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

claudio had taken his position behind you

both large palms now fully cupping your breasts

groping and squeezing the supple flesh

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

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

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

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

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

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

grabbing your right thigh, he held them open,

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“you know what to do”

claudio only nodded with a sickening smirk

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

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

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

“relax for us. we won’t hurt you”

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

“all you gotta do is obey us”

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

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

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

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

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

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

although the feeling felt more predatory than it did comforting

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“so tight for me, little one”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

claudio started moving again with a particularly rough thrust

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

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

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

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

claudio kept the camera poised on your ass

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

completely unaware of your second orgasm rushing through you.

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

you effectively cockwarming the youngest

claudio remained silent as yuta continued to film

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

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

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

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

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

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

yuta and claudio pulled out of you breathlessly

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“could you send me that video?”

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bullet-clubs-bitch · 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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plentyoffandoms · 4 months

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1 Night of Peace (18+)

Wheeler Yuta x f/Reader x Hook

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

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

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

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

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

Paul - Wheeler Yuta ◆ Tyler - Hook

YN'S POV

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"How?" Paul asked me.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"You can move." I finally said.

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

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

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

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

"Shit, me too." Paul cried out.

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

I got the one night of peace.

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

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smartycvnt · 4 months

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BCC gangbang hcs?

Things get ROUGH

They like taking turns and pushing you well past your limits

Mox likes it when you get really rough with him and do things like slapping and scratching him

Claudio pushes you the hardest because he has the biggest dick of them all, and the best stamina

Wheeler often ends up drawing the short straw and having to go last, but he's a bit more gentle with you than the other guys

Daniel is very vocal and while he thinks that he's being nice, sometimes his words can be a bit degrading

#aew x reader #aew headcanons #headcanons #smut headcanons #smut hcs #hcs #romantic headcanons #bcc x reader #claudio castagnoli x reader #jon moxley x reader #wheeler yuta x reader #bryan danielson x reader

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allelitedweaming · 2 years

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Scheduling Conflicts

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

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

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

Word count: 4755

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

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

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

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

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

"Lunch?" You asked him with a smile.

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

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

"Okay, pencil me in for later then."

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"I want to taste you, sir."

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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grayson-baller · 1 year

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So Burn Me With Fire | Wheeler Yuta

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author's note: was in my wheeler feels tonight, and ended up writing a short, soft drabble

warnings: smut--18+

word count: 511

pairing: fem!reader & wheeler yuta

summary: lazy mornings

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“That’s it… fuck, you always feel so good for me, don’t you, angel?” Wheeler’s voice was soft and tender, warmth filling his words and heating your skin. You loved knowing how good you made him feel. He always made you feel good, after all. “Fuck.” He grunted, lips moving against yours as he slowly thrust into you. His fingers gripping at your hips, pulling you in closer against him. You felt him surround you, clinging to the air around you. Pleasure rolled through your system with each thrust, filling you to the brim.

The moment his eyes opened, he reached for you, mumbling in your ear how weak he was for the sight of you in his bed wearing his shirt. Not that you were complaining, no that was information you were storing away for the next time you spent the night in his apartment. The early morning sun bled through the curtains as his lips found yours, your hands in his silky hair.

It was a hell of a way to wake up.

“So good,” you whispered, voice tired but full of pleasure. You glanced at him, drinking in the sight of him first thing in the morning. You liked it. A lot. Staying the night at his place had been newer, but a good step, nonetheless. Your heart was so wrapped around this man. Falling for him was easy for you, as natural as breathing. You couldn’t stop it even if you tried. Before you realized it, you had real feelings for him, hoping to find a future there with him.

Not that you were letting your heart get ahead of itself. Though, the way he looked at you sometimes had you wondering if he saw that future too. You hoped so.

“Yeah?” He questioned; lips turned up in a smirk.

You nodded, low whimper in your throat. “Never want it to stop.”

He hummed, the sound was low and rumbly. “Is that so, baby?” He questioned, kissing you once more. “I know how much you love my cock, my pretty angel. Get so greedy, can’t ever say no to bein’ filled up, can you?” You whimpered at his dirty words, eyes fluttering close. Despite how dirty his words could be, his voice was still full of adoration, a sweetness you never got tired of.

“Mm, never. Feels too damn good.” You mumbled, teeth sinking into your bottom lip as your legs wrap tighter around his waist, pulling him in deeper with a breathy moan. One hand left your hip as he reached up, tilting your face back to look at you. “Love your cock, Wheeler.” You spoke, as he grinned at that, running the pad of his thumb over your bottom lip before leaning forward to kiss you with a gentleness that was opposite of the way he roughly grounded his hips against yours.

“Good girl,” he whispered as you moaned, hands gripping at his shoulders. “So fucking good for me, angel. Feel so damn good around me. I’m addicted to you too, baby. Never going to stop.”

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aalyssah · 1 year

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Bad Day

Pairing: Wheeler Yuta x Fem!Reader

Warnings: Fluff!

Word Count: 1,037

Summary: The day might've not been going good, but the date was funny.

A/N: A Funny + Sad Wheeler. Hope You Enjoy!

Today Wheeler finally got the day off, and what did he plan?

A date!

You were extremely excited, due to the fact that y'all's schedules are different, but today y'all were lucky to have the day off. "Babe, what do I have to wear?" You called out from the other room. "Sundress!" You clapped happily, pulling out the newest sundress.

You bought this about 1 month ago and haven't been able to wear it. You don't even think Wheeler knows you have it. You put it on, admiring yourself in the mirror while fixing your hair.

Wheeler soon walked in, mouth agape at your look. "My god, you look good." You giggled, turning around and placing a small kiss on his nose. "Well, you're gonna have to wait until after the date, and maybe I'll show you how good I really look."

Just as you finished that sentence, you pulled your dress up, revealing a red thong hugging your curves. "We gotta hurry up with this!" You both shared a laugh and began making your way to the door.

Wheeler didn't tell you what he had planned, so it was gonna be a surprise. You got in the car and waited for him, until he came with a basket in his hand. "Picnic?" Wheeler looked at you disappointed. "How'd you know?" You playfully shrugged your shoulders. "Basket gave it away."

When you got there, you were shocked at the sight. He brought you to a beautiful flower field, with many different types of flowers. You looked at him, inside. "D-do you like it?" Your eyes almost blew out your head. "Of course I do!" You practically jumped in his arms, suffocating his mouth in a kiss.

When you pulled back, you looked at him and then the field. "Can I go?" He nodded his head, watching you run away like a little kid. Wheeler chuckled and followed you where you sat.

It might be far from the car, but it's whatever you want. Wheeler placed food out for you both. "I forgot if you liked mustard, so I bought packets." You smiled at him in adoration. "Thank you, babe."

You both dug in the food, talking about work, and looking out at the flowers. "Everything is so beautiful. Thank you, babe." Wheeler smiled at you. "Anything for you." You both began leaning in for a kiss until you felt a drop of rain hit your forehead.

You both pulled away, looking up at the sky to see it a gloomy dark blue. "It's gonna rain?" Wheeler sounded confused, but also disappointed. "I guess so." You started getting up and packing your food away. "I could've sworn I check the weather!"

You tried packing the food fast, but it was so much in the little basket. "How the hell did you fit all of this in here?" Wheeler gently pushed you aside, trying to hurry, but it was too late. The rain starts falling, wet drops drowning you both. "No!" You whined, as your dress got ruined.

Wheeler ended up only grabbing the food, leaving the blanket to be there. "Fuck it." He snatched the blanket and began running with you. You both were running, with your hands over your head while Wheeler held the basket.

You were starting to get tired and remembered you chose a far spot from the car. Now you really feel bad. As soon as you saw the car in the distance, it was like time stopped.

Wheeler must've not looked at the ground because next thing you knew it, he slipped down the hill. "Fuck!" You heard him yell, sliding down the muddy hill. Your mouth was open as you watched.

“Wheeler!" You carefully made your way down, watching your step and helping him up. "Baby, are you okay?" Wheeler scowled, getting up to his feet and jogging to the car. When you both made it, you let out a breath of relief.

The only thing heard was the heavy breathing from you two, but it was interrupted when you busted out laughing. Wheeler looked at you, eyebrows down in confusion. "What!"? Why are you laughing?" When you finally caught your breath you explained.

“It was funny when you fell!" He mumbled something under his breath that went along the lines of, 'It's not funny.' He started up the car and drove you both to him.

The moment y’all enters your home, you went to take a shower. “Baby, let’s go shower together to save water, y’know?” You teased with a smile, followed by a wink. “You can join me, but nothing else.” His tone was quiet, but angry.

You followed behind him and showered as requested. It was a weird silence as you both washed your own bodies, not once touching each other. Wheeler didn’t even spare a glance at you, which made you feel sad.

When done, y’all sat in the bed and turned the TV on. You were enjoying your show until the news broke right at the good part.

‘BREAKING NEWS! Don’t forget to bring your umbrella because of the heavy rain tonight, which has already started. Hope you stay dry and stay safe!’

You heard Wheeler curse under his breath and his head fell flat on the pillow. “Fuck, I’m so stupid!” You sat up, scooting closer to him. “No you’re not. You just didn’t-” Wheeler cut you off. “I did know. I saw the news before I even told you about everything.

I just looked at the wrong one.” You bit your lip, not knowing what to say. “It’s okay, love.” Wheeler shook his head in disagreement. “No, I messed the date up. Then I fuckin’ fell, I just hate everything about today!”

Your lip came in a pout. “Look, it might’ve not been so fun for you, but I loved today. It was full of laughs and love.” Wheeler cheered up a little. “Really?” You hummed, and got on top of him.

“Y’know, since you’re having a bad day, I think I know of a way to make this better.” You pulled his your shirt up, showing him you were wearing no panties.

I think in Wheeler's opinion, it wasn’t such a bad day after all.

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wardlowsbabydoll · 2 years

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Hi. Can I get a fluffy smut Wheeler Yuta fic or headcanon, with fm reader, please ❤️🔥

Of course! i hope you enjoy it!

Yuta was a very passionate lover

That was no secret

If anything, the hickeys that constantly adorned your neck proved it

And the way he accompanied you to all of your matches and cheered you for your victories and picked you up when you lost, had endeared you both to the fans

But we aren't here to talk about too much of the fluffy stuff are we

At the beginning of the sexual aspect of your relationship, you were a bit vanilla

The first time you asked him to be a bit rougher he was very hesitant

Every five minutes he was asking if you were okay

The second time he was much more confident

When he figured out that you loved being praised, believe me you received a lot of praise from him

Missionary was usually your go to but you figured out that you also enjoyed riding him

It allowed you to feel him much deeper inside you

He loves to rest his hand around your neck and you find it very grounding

When he wants to push your pleasure he will gently squeeze your neck and it’s game over

Edging and teasing aren’t really a thing with you two (unless you were being punished)

Had others been invited into the sanctity of the bedroom with you both? Absolutely

Afterwards did Wheeler remind you that you were only his? Without question

This. Man. LOVES. When. You. Sit. On. His. Face

Like he tells you that he wants to die between your thighs

He’s much more into giving head then receiving it, but won’t say no if you’re offering

The breeding kink was a discovery for both of you

That’s all that needs to be said on that one lol

During aftercare he is kind of relaxed

If there’s any cum anywhere he’ll usually clean that up but after that you two usually just slept

After napping you’ll usually take a shower together and then go eat something

Sometimes Wheeler will bring snacks into the room after and you’ll eat before you crash

Poor Jon, half the time he walks in on you both in a hotel room in your post sex haze

He always mutters about getting his own room but never does

You and Wheeler laugh him off before continuing with your usual aftercare

I mean if he was really annoyed by it he would get his own room

Right?

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itjazzbicch · 2 years

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Pros

Pairing: Wheeler Yuta x Fem Reader

Summary: The reader and Yuta's friendship takes a hard fall whenever he joined BCC and she joined JAS. Despite all the conflict, they stay civil, Yuta making the reader question if she really belongs in the place that she's currently in. Learning her true place after taking his words into deep thought, their friendship reaches an ultimate strength and to make up for the conflict between the BCC and JAS feud, she lets him take control while clicking like never before…

Warnings: SMUT! (18+ ONLY!) (Swearing, Oral M receiving, hairpulling, spanking, rough sex, creampie)

Word Count: 2.5k

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I DO NOT OWN THIS GIF:

I always admired people who were brave enough to make decisions for themselves. It’s your life and I know I always did as I wished. So, when Yuta got angry at me for joining JAS, it made me angry.

We all knew that things were going to end up in a state like we were in now. I thought we could still be friends, but the opposite happened.

Sometimes, I hated that he still had a special place in my heart, interesting to see him stepping up to Chris Jericho, positive that he could beat him in a match.

There was no way I couldn’t respect his confidence and bravery, he was a champion after all, accepting a match against Chris, but he should’ve known that it wasn’t as easy as it sounded.

“You’re going to have your hands full Wednesday.”

Leaning against the corner of the wall in the hallway, I took a moment to talk to him myself, stopping dead in his tracks when he heard my voice.

“What? You scared that I’m going to mess up your boy, Chris?” He was still on his high horse, smiling at me when he faced me.

If anything, I was trying to warn him, but returning the sass:

“You think you can win, but it’s Chris. He wants Mox and he gets what he wants. You should know that by now.”

“Y/N,” He sighed, shoulders dropping with disappointment, “What happened to you?”

“Just because I chose a different path than you doesn’t mean you can belittle me,” Standing up straight, his words began to awaken some anger.

“You’re nothing like them,” His words made that anger stop, having me think deeply, “You’re better than them because you’re not a ‘sports entertainer’. You’re a wrestler and I know that.”

Yuta and I became close because we learned how to wrestle together. His words kept me silent for a moment and I didn’t want that.

Trying to play cool, I leaned against the wall, rolling my eyes, “You think you know everything, but you don’t, Yoots.”

“I know more than you think,” He smiled, swatting his hand, “Don’t even stress about it. I know you’re still in there.”

“What makes you say that?” Even I was willing to admit that I have changed some since joining JAS, I wanted to hear his answer, silenced yet again by his smile:

“Because you called me, Yoots.”

That made my heart race. It’s what I would always call him and I had a smile on my face every time I said it. Was I smiling while I said it just then?

He had me and he knew that, still smiling when he turned and walked away.

Those next few days, every word he said was on my mind and it made me question everything going on in my life right now, especially my alliance with JAS.

Of course, when Chris and Yuta’s match came around, Chris wanted Anna and I to run out there if Yuta had a strong advantage. It was clear that Chris underestimated him at times and at the climax of their match, Yuta was hitting his finisher and that’s when Anna ran out there with me following.

The first thing she did was jump on the apron, distracting the referee while Yuta was going for the pin.

As the referee's back was turned and yelling at Anna, Daniel came out of the crowd, ready to run in and go after Yuta, who was down and worn out.

But what no one expected was me jumping in the ring and super kicking Daniel’s head off. The crowd lost their shit, Chris was coming to and very confused by their reactions. Yuta was in the corner, jaw dropped while watching me, and Anna got into the ring to face me:

“What are you doing?!”

She started yelling and screaming, and I wasn’t having it. They took more things away from me rather than excelling me. This was a phony faction and I had enough.

One punch was all it took to knock her down, but I didn’t stop. Even when she started pulling my hair, I was still swinging, rolling out of the ring, and leading our fight out to the floor.

It was absolute chaos. Claudio and Bryan ended up coming out when Angelo and Matt came out to try and break up me and Anna.

“Y/N!” Chris was on his feet, leaning over the ropes and wanting an answer, but he made the fatal mistake of not watching Yuta while the match was still going.

I got a good super kick in on Anna, just to show him exactly what I was doing and taking her out, smiling when Yuta whipped him around, smacking him like a bitch, strike after fatal strike leading up to his finisher, getting the pin and winning the match.

My actions were quite obvious, but everyone wanted to hear it from me. Rolling back into the ring, Yuta kicked Chris’s body out of the ring and I stood by his side.

“Y/N, what the hell?!”

Every single one of them was yelling, demanding an answer that I was happy to give, smiling at Yuta then standing on the ropes, yelling at Chris:

“I’m not a sports entertainer. I’m a pro wrestler, got damn it!”

The adrenaline rush had me out of the atmosphere, still wanting to fight and the crowds roaring didn’t help die it down. One thing that did help?

When I got off of the ropes, Yuta pulled me in for one of his hugs that I longed for.

“I’m sorr-“ I was going to apologize for everything, for how I almost ruined our friendship to where there was no return, but he quickly shushed me:

“You don’t have to say sorry. You just made my night.”

Staring deep into those big brown eyes, his pure smile? I was done with JAS. Yuta was right, I was nothing like them. In fact, I was better and I knew my place was right where I was at that moment.

Under Yuta’s arm, two pro wrestlers, ready to handle anything that they threw at us.

Looking back for a moment, Claudio, Bryan, and William Regal we’re standing behind us, hiding their smiles more a moment. This kinda felt awkward, but I was kind, turning around with Yuta, offering my hand:

“No hard feelings?”

“No hard feelings,” Claudio was the first to smile at me, all of them coming and hugging me.

I should’ve never joined JAS in the first place, but I learned from my mistake, just grateful that I was with the one special person in my own little world, and some new great friends along with him.

Heading into the back, I still had something that I wanted to get off my chest, getting Yuta alone and his curiosity when I smiled:

"If you're not going to let me apologize, can I at least thank you?"

"Thank me?" Shutting the door, he stayed in place, letting me have the time to say:

"You were right about what you said last Friday. I let them change me into something I'm not, took a lot more things away from me rather than helping me, and you helped me realize that. So, thank you."

He looked away and held his face because he was smiling so much and I only added to it, wrapping my arms around his neck and smiling:

"Hope your boys don't get jealous of me stealing you. I'm so happy that I got my Yoots back."

At the end of my sentence, I blew a kiss and the lust in his eyes was visible, blowing one back and this time, I leaned in close, both of our eyes closing when our noses nuzzled softly, lips kissing softly and just one touch screamed passion, parting for a moment just reconnect like magnets.

"You wrestled hard out there, want to get out of these?" My head was in pink clouds, thumb at the waistband of his tights, pulling them out softly and leading, "I can make up for everything too."

"Just how do you want to do that?" Feeling his smile against my lips get bigger, I slipped my hand into his tights, being gentle while I stroked his cock softly, going a bit faster as it grew harder and harder.

"Take these tights off and find out," I kept my lips pressed against his hard as he did so, and once they were gone, I dropped to my knees, looking up at him and kissing the tip of his cock before taking it into my mouth.

Starting out with slight bobs, my hand stroking the length I hadn't taken just yet, he already had a hand on my head, fingernails at my scalp, tugging my roots when my head dropped in one motion, downing all of his cock, earning a thrust of his hips.

"I earned the special treatment tonight, huh?" He smirked at me, biting his lip and groans rumbled in his chest, still thrusting his hips while my head bobbed quicker, keeping his cock deep down my throat.

Increasing his speed every time, I just smiled and closed my eyes, some tears in my eyes from the air that was stuck in my chest, my throat squeezing his cock some from the slight gags that I was fighting, saliva starting to fall down to my chin.

Holding my head still by my hair with a tight grip, he held my head still, taking in the feeling of his cock in my throat one more time before he pulled my head back softly, the look in his eyes giving away that he wanted more and so did I.

"You earned it," I smiled to show that I wasn't out, letting a tone and sexy feeling set in my gaze, "And you have been so hot out there. It gets me worked up seeing you go hard like you do, now."

"Go hard, huh?" That made him bite his lip again, pulling me up by yanking my hair upward before letting go, "I'd be getting naked if I were you."

"That right?" I had no rebuttals, still wanting to work him up though, beginning to strip out of my clothes, and when I giggled at him, he took my hair again, bending me over the couch, whispering in my ear:

"Now, I know we had a sweet moment earlier, but you want to see me go hard, right?"

I jumped and gasped at the spank he whipped on my ass, the sting making my whole body tingle and when I didn't respond, my legs locked up from another loud spank, harder than the first and it was as if I could feel his handprint on my ass, his voice playfully stern:

"Right?"

"That's right," I needed a deep breath, but had a dirty smile on my face, "You should know that you don't have to take it easy on me."

"I didn't plan on it," He spanked one last time, flipping me over and keeping my legs spread wide, hand latching around my throat and commanding, "Hold your legs up."

Able to hold onto my ankles, I kept them as far back as I could and up high, giving him some encouragement, "Go ahead and fuck me up, baby."

"No need to tell me," His lips blew a devilish kiss, hand squeezing my throat and throwing his hips, cock slamming into me, voice strained from the gasps, "You like seeing me go hard, remember? I'm gonna fuck it up, alright."

He was so sexy when he was like this, every pound so hard that it became a struggle to hold my legs right, shaking from the ache in my legs, how hollow I felt already every time he pulled back, knees coming toward my face from the impact sending me forward.

My legs started to curl and I held them at my thighs rather than my ankles, just to get another hard spank, listening and fixing myself at his command:

"Keep your legs up."

There was a swirl in my head, a whirlpool of heat storming in my core, only sparking him more when I cooed, "Yes, sir."

"Sir?" He repeated, adding to the stimulation with two fingers at my clit, the pace of his swirls matching his thrusts, making me whine so hard:

"Yes! You're just so fucking amazing, Yuta!"

Letting go of my throat, he shooed my hands away from my ankles, letting them hook over his arm, leaning down to me and kissing all over my neck, leaving hickeys and bites across every inch of skin, noticing how he was dragging out his thrusts without his fingers at my clit, still keeping me wild:

"You like me fucking you like that?"

"I love it!" I cried, hands above my head and holding onto whatever part of the couch I could, his hand taking my hair and pulling my head back to bite my neck some more, loving what I said too because I could feel the animalistic shift.

"If you love it," Pulling my hips off the couch, it was hard to stop my body from dropping, but was so close to the high that I needed, "Then be my good baby girl and cum."

"I am, Yuta!" I was nearly shooting off the couch, tears in my eyes and holding onto his shoulders with sinking nails, his hips pinned against mine and drilling to keep the tip of his cock pounding my sweet spot, actually crying a bit at the burn at our hips, walls pulsating and getting the wind knocked out of me when slick gushed out around his cock, "Yuta-ah!"

It was like it was nothing to him at first, only making him thrust harder, having my breast bouncing and entire body rocking the couch, walls aching from the tight squeeze that let me feel every inch of his cock, especially when he began to throb, one last slam taking me out and earning another strong gush, having me cum again so quickly that I didn't realize it at first, my body went into outer space it felt like, dots of lights flashing in my rolling eyes.

"I know I told you to fuck me up, but oh my god," I wheezed out, hard to breathe and trembling at the sudden shoots of warmth, still some left in him and fucking his seed deep into me, "Oh my god, Yuta!"

"Wasn't too rough, was I?" He came to a slow stop, keeping our hips pinned, kissing softly when I shook my head, kissing back:

"I already told you that I love it. You a pro porn star too or something?"

I wouldn't be surprised if he said yes, but only saying it for a small laugh that we shared, shaking his head, kissing with a smile:

"No. I'm just that damn good."

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unoficialy-married-to-ace-austin · 2 years

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i’m so curious abt sexual punishments from yandere!wheeler yuta 👀

Sexual Punishments with Yandere!Yuta

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An: I haven’t really thought about this before 🤔 also, this is obviously going to be dark. If that will trigger you do not read!

Overstimulation:

Yuta would definitely like overstimulation, just because there are so many ways he can make you cum! His fingers? Yes! His mouth? Definitely! His cock? Of course! And if he gets tired he can just strap a vibrator to your clit while he takes a break. It lets him have this idea of intimacy while also teaching you a lesson!

Spanking:

This would let him bring out his sadistic side a bit more. He has an array of paddles, whips, and other things to spank you with, although nothing is quite as great as his bare hand. Loves the way your ass gets all hot from being slapped, and the sound of your cry’s while doing it. He will make you beg him to stop, telling him exactly what you did wrong before he will let up

Public sex:

Now, this wouldn’t be fully in public. But would like to take you close to where a time of people were and fuck you in the car. He would tell you the whole time about how all those people were there, and yet you were still his. If you thought the people would help or laugh at you. He would even open the windows, knowing you wouldn’t yell because of embarrassment.

Branding:

This would only be a one time thing, but if you got him really mad he would strap you to the bed and carve his name into your skin somewhere. You could beg him all you want, but he would just ignore you while he worked. Once done he would tell you that no matter what you did, or where you went, you would always have a reminder of who owned you.

#aew #fanfiction #request #wheeler yuta x reader #wheeler yuta #smut #aew smut #all elite wrestling imagines #Yandere #yandere!wheeler yuta

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daddyhausen · 11 months

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• violence. — wheeler yuta •

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{ masterlist } | { aew masterlist } | { wheeler yuta masterlist }

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{ summary } — despite a win, fury flooded through him, he needed to let that violence out one way or another

{ warnings } — 18 + { minors do not interact }, small injury spitting, domination, submissive x dominant dynamic, angry sex, face slapping, blood/blood play impact play, choking, breath play finger sucking, degradation, fingering dacryphilia, face fucking, oral sex { male receiving }, facials, cumshots, spanking, pussy slapping, forced orgasms , multiple orgasm, male + female orgasms, internal cumshots, rough sex, penetrative sex, vaginal sex, unprotected sex, creampie, squirting

{ word count } — 2k

{ pairing } — fem!reader x wheeler yuta

{ genre } — smut

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{ beta readers } — @allelitesmut + @legit9thlunaticwarrior

{ comment if you want to be added to the taglist }

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it all seemed a blur, the motion of his fist collided with the cold brick with a sickening thud, the way he showed no emotion after the fact, simply staring with a calloused scowl, completely unmoved by the tiny chips of red brick and fresh blood that flooded the pale skin of his knuckles. he’d been hardened, battle-tested by mox and the rest of the blackpool combat club. pain was nothing to him, certainly nothing he’s not been through already. still you could not help but stand in disbelief as the uncanny look of rage burned deep within him.

he’d won the match, hell, he got the pin and over kenny omega of all people. yet there was a thirst still lurking, hungry for more violence and bloodshed. punching the wall seemed like the only logical option to let said anger out.

without a word you pried his knuckles from the brick, noticing how the little chips of terracotta red stained his skin, small cuts forming around them as warm pools of blood slowly began to seep to the surface. you cupped his hand in yours, daintily, almost afraid that the slightest movement would set him off, still he remained stoic, eyes fixated on the wall still

“on your knees. now.” he muttered through a scowl, teeth clenched with a subtle growl to his words. you blinked a couple of times, you heard him of course but still could not help but be perplexed by his statement. his hand rose once more, tangling his long digits in your hair, tugging at the scalp, pushing you to your knees before him.

“you playing dumb with me, sweetheart?” his question, although rhetorical, left an unsavoury ringing in your ears. “when i tell you to do something, you better fucking do it”

the words, the actions, it just was not him, mox had definitely taught him a thing or two that’s for sure. his hand remained in your hair, tugging at the roots every so often to make sure you were looking up at him, throwing in a slap or two just for good measure. your eyes would fall to his bulge, prominent, yet hidden behind the black jeans he was sporting in place of his usual ring gear. they sat low on his hips, v-line prominent as your eyes scanned his figure.

his free hand, quick with its movements, undid the button of his jeans. in quick succession his cock now free from the shield of the fabric, slapping his tip against the swell of your bottom lip. he did not ask for you to open wide, instead using his tip to pry your mouth open, forcing himself down your throat.

“fuck…” he groaned out, elongating the word, holding himself in your throat for a few seconds. he could already begin to see the glimmer in your eyes, how they stung and burned each time you tried to inhale a breath, wet and teary, beginning to drip down your cheeks. he had not even started moving and already had you clawing at his thighs for air.

“pathetic…” he pulled back slightly, allowing the smallest chance at a breath, before slamming his cock down the back of your throat with such lovely force. he propped your skull in both hands, your mouth nothing more than a fleshlight, a toy for his pleasure only.

you managed to sneak a glance up at him, through teary, burning eyes. his head hung back in pleasure, tongue parting his lips, mouth hung slightly agape, pleasure dripping from every moan and groan that left his throat.

“feels so fucking good…” he increased the momentum of his hips, keeping your head close as he held himself down your throat once more, adoring the sounds of chokes gurgles and barely-there breaths. you nails dig into his exposed thighs, clawing down the skin with deep red marks. he’d noticed some of the blood from his knuckles beginning to drip down his wrist, on your forehead, he smirked down at the sight, loving how well the shade of ruby complemented your skin tone. he pulled away for a second, smearing the droplet of blood across your face

“you look so fucking good covered in blood, princess” he whispered through his teeth, slamming your head down onto his cock so hard that he was sure to bruise the back of your throat. “it gets me off quicker knowing that it’s my blood”

he came down your throat without warning, pulling away at the last second to let the final droplets of his cum coat your lips and chin. he took the moment to admire you, face covered in fresh blood and cum, you looked even more intoxicating than usual. your eyes rolled back from the wonderful abuse of his cock, tongue jutting out just past your lips, already looking so fucked out. he smiled down you for a moment before spitting in your face, following it up with another harsh slap to your cheek. you whimpered at the feeling, but it did nothing more than fuel the pulse between your thighs.

“get up.” he dragged you by your hair to the bed. throwing you into the mattress without a care. fingers locked into the thin fabric of your tight mini dress, tearing the material from your body with ease. his eyes peered down darkly, noticing that you’d gone bare underneath, skin so pristine and untouched.

“such a needy little whore aren’t you? showing up here with no panties under your dress, you must really be craving my dick” he offered a rough spank to your ass, one that left you whimpering with pleasure. he spun you around, back now pressed into the cheap, thin hotel mattress, hips angles upward slightly, giving him a perfect view of your dripping cunt.

“like the view?” you teased playfully, noticing how mesmerised he was with your void, he blinked a couple of times before answering with a quick slap to your cunt, the sensation made your thighs close instinctively, only for him to pry them open with little resistance, he let two fingers enter you, curling up at the sensation of your warmth, exploring your void. he glanced down between your thighs, noticing how your cunt had reddened from that single slap, how swollen your clit was. it seemed to only arouse him more, offering yet another slap, one which left you a whining mess. as much as he wanted to continue to see you unravel on his fingers, he desperately needed to get his dick wet.

“of course, baby. but…” he stalled for a moment, positioning himself between your thighs, “it’ll look better with my cock buried in it”

his lips parted with a small breath, eyes gazing down at you ravenously, the brown of his irises seemed darker, more lustful, more fixated. the sensation between your thighs only grew, the tip of his cock gliding against and parting your delicious folds with such ease, leaving your lover marvelling at the slickness, how it glistened under the warm yellow glow of the bedside lamp. your stomach whirling in excitement, anticipation crawling beneath your skin. he remained silent, offering you no warning as to when he was going to begin, he kept you on edge for a moment, a small smirk crossed his lips, watching on as you held a breath on your chest

he watched your eyes roll back in pleasure, that breath you’d been holding now a startled gasp being lustfully ripped from your throat, mouth hung agape as a moan rolled off your tongue. he found himself buried deep in you, savouring the subtle pulse of you around his shaft. he gave a soft grunt, his hips snapping against yours with a solid thrust. he’d noticed the paleness in your knuckles, how tense your grasp on the bed sheets were, how avoidant your gaze had become, not due to lack of pleasure, none of the sort. it was a wonderful feeling, it made you feel so lightweight as if you were floating, even with the minimal strokes he gave. a kind of pleasure that only seems real in dreams, hence why you felt as if you physically could not open your eyes.

he gripped your throat tightly, a slender hand wrapping around just under your jaw, thumb slowly tracing across your bottom lip to part them. the sensations seemed to have jostled you from your trance, peering up at him through glassy eyes, as he offered another rough thrust.

“what?” he mocked.

“does my dick feel that good?”

he gave you no time to respond, not even being able to reciprocate a simple nod before he began his movements, such rough thrusts leaving you feeling so full within seconds. he kept a hand wrapped around your throat, effectively keeping you in place for the moment, all the while your choked moans rumbled in your throat, spit dripping off the tip of your tongue as your mouth hung open.

“f-fuck…” you barely managed to breathe out, the word mixed in with a moan, feeling him so violently fuck you out, legs propped up, knees at your chest, he practically had you folded in half, pressing himself down against you, his cock sinking deeper into your cunt.

“look at you, can’t even speak properly. how pathetic”

his thrusts were violent, more so than usual. it was different, yes the passion was still obviously there, yet he seemed more vicious, more dominant. you enjoyed it, evident by the swell of arousal in your belly and the pool of wetness between your thighs. he could feel you tighten around him, it was rhythmic, like a heartbeat, clenching around his cock in almost perfect intervals. moans heightened with every thrust, so much so you thought the other residents of the hotel would surely put in a noise complaint.

“you’re gonna cum for me, right now” he growled, pressing his forehead to yours

“b-but i-“ you stammered before he cut you off

“i don’t give a fuck! you’re gonna make a mess around my cock, do you understand me?!”

the loudness of his voice made your ears ring, he’d increased the speed of his thrusts, trying to force an orgasm out of you. the pleasure was overbearing, making your head spin with each movement, you cried out to him, begging for mercy. you could not even comprehend your orgasm, pushing your hips up against his, feeling your sweet warmth gushing from between your thighs, feeling him smirk into your jawline

“that’s it you filthy slut, make a fucking mess” his voice more at a whisper, still it did not deter his vicious movements, he kept the same pace until he spilled over. so rough, so violent as he came inside you with zero warning, adoring the way you so graciously accepted his seed.

“so wet, so warm…your cunt is so perfect baby” he continued to thrust beyond his orgasm, making sure he filled you with every last drop of his cum. he remained inside you for the moment, letting the warmth of your cunt pulse around his size, he laid his head atop your chest, face buried into the crook of your neck, lip lingering against your skin.

“i didn’t scare you did i?” he mumbled breathlessly, now noticing the dried dots of crimson against your jawline, tracing over it daintily with his injured hand, wincing slightly upon realising his own injury

“no..” you remarked, fingers twirling the short strands of black hair that stuck to his forehead, he peered up at you, his gaze now softer than before.

“i mean it was kinda scary seeing you all violent like that but it was such a huge turn on”

he hummed into your skin, smiling into the subtle kiss he left there. hands already beginning to roam your figure once more.

“maybe i should be more rough with you all the time” he stated, leaving a lingering kiss to your jawline, injured hand coming up to groped your breast again before you sat up, much to his dismay

“let me help you fix that hand up first, then round two in the shower”

his eyes lit up at the suggestion, already making his way to the bathroom

“you don’t have to tell me twice!”

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#tahlia speaks 🤍#wheeler yuta #wheeler yuta x reader #wheeler yuta smut #wheeler yuta imagine #aew #wrestling imagine #wrestling smut #aew imagine #aew wrestling #aew fanfiction

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bullet-clubs-bitch · 24 days

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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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daniel garcia x wheeler yuta x female reader??? threescome imagine???

De-stress

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Daniel Garcia x f/Reader x Wheeler Yuta

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

Warnings: Some swearing. Threesome. Double Penetration. Oral sex (m & f receiving) cum om face. Smut below the cut

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WC: 688

Paul - Wheeler Yuta

Summary: f/Reader is stressed about her singles match against Shida. Daniel and Yuta decide to help her relax in a different way.

WHEELER YUTA'S POV:

"Fuckin' hell Danny. You gotta taste her." I told him from my spot between her shaking thighs. I looked up to see that his head was thrown back, his hands woven in her hair as he thrust his cock in and out of her mouth.

"Gotta feel her mouth, Paul. Shit, she has no gag reflex. Do you, sweet heart?" He proved this point by holding her head in one spot and shoving his cock all the way down her throat.

"Maybe another day. I like where I am, thank you." I said before I continued to eat her out. I can feel her soaking my face with her juices.

This went on for a bit until Danny pulled his cock out of her mouth, a string of saliva connecting to her mouth. "Fuck, almost made me cum."

"Want your cum Danny." She whimpered as she tried to pull him closer.

I pulled my mouth away from her pussy, making her yell at me.

"None of that." I slapped her thigh, making her quiet down. "We need to fuck her first, don't we Danny?"

"Yeah, we said we would help you relax before your match tomorrow." He wrapped his arms around her and lifted her with ease. I helped keep her steady as he gripped his cock with one hand and placed it at her entrance, before having her sink her pussy down, taking him fully inside od her.

"Oh my God." She moaned, her eyes fluttering as he bottomed out. I stood behind her, spreading her ass cheeks as wide as I could.

"Mmm, should I try to fit in beside him, or fuck this perfect ass?" I played with her ass cheeks as I waited for her to decide, but I became antsy.

I gripped the back of her neck and forced her to look at me as I leaned across her back. "Tell me which hole before I decide."

"Ass." She whimpered.

I lined myself up against her hole and slowly pushed in, my own eyes fluttering at how tight she was wrapped around me.

I bottomed out, not being able to get the last inch or so in her ass, but it didn't matter.

Danny started to move, being the inpatient man that he is, making her cry out his name. I wanted her to say my name, so I started to move.

Our two paces were very different, but we got her screaming our names. Her one arm flung over head, wrapped around my neck holding me in place as I fucked her ass. Her other arm is around Danny's neck.

We have lost count at how many times she has cum for us, but we are holding ourselves back, not wanting this to end.

"Paul." Danny groaned, letting me know he was close.

I quickly moved back, bringing her along with me, my cock still lodged in her ass, as her and I watched as Danny jerked himself off.

At the last minute, I pulled out of her and placed her on the ground in front of him, now jerking my own cock off, ready to cum all over her face.

She just sat there, a tired smile on her face as Danny came first. She closed her eyes and barely flinched when her face got covered by his cum.

I followed not long after, making sure to aim my cock at her mouth, so u could watch her mouth fill with my cum.

I closed my eyes and opened them just in time to watch her swallow the load that was in her mouth.

"Still feel stressed?" Danny asked as we watched in awe as she cleaned her face with her fingers, and sucking the cum off of them.

"Very much so. I think I need some more help with de-stressing." She sweetly said.

"I am sure we can help with that." I said to her, already picturing her in different positions.

"Maybe we can get Darius or one of the Tyler's to help?" Danny suggested.

"The more, the merrier." Was all I said, watching as he grabbed his phone.

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josiewrites · 2 years

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Yours to Tame

I’m finally feeling okay enough to write again!!

I haven't know peace since the BCC formed, and last night hurt my soul. So I'm fixing it. Bryan and Wheeler deserve better.

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Wheeler sighed as he walked into his hotel room, grateful to have a few minutes alone. He should be happy; the BCC won all their matches tonight, and it was his birthday. So why was he still so tense?

Leaning against the door, Wheeler admitted the answer to himself.

"Fucking Bryan."

He wasn't sure when Bryan's focus shifted from him to Garcia, but he knew the breaking point was long past. After Bryan strapped the Pure Championship, his Pure Championship, around Garcia's waist, all Wheeler saw was red.

Kicking off his shoes, he threw his bag on the floor as he flopped onto the bed, face buried in the pillows. Was he mad at Bryan? He was much past mad at this point, he was pissed. But beneath the anger was the dull ache of sadness.

A knock from the door pulled him from his thoughts, and he pushed himself up off the bed. "I just need a few more minutes, Claudio," he started as he opened the door. "I-"

Standing at the door wasn't the gentle Swiss giant, but the very man Wheeler ached over seeing. "You got a minute, Wheeler?"

Bryan's voice was level, but his crystal blue eyes were distant. Wheeler felt that anger boil up in him again, same as at the arena. But Bryan was still his teammate, his mentor, his friend, still his…

With a shrug, Wheeler stepped aside and let Bryan in, closing the door behind them. "Congratulations," he said simply, leaning against the door again, arms crossed against his chest.

"Happy birthday," Bryan murmured softly, turning to face Wheeler. "I meant to tell you earlier, but…" his voice trailed off, and Wheeler saw something he never thought could even exist in the tactical mind of Bryan Danielson.

Trepidation.

Wheeler searched Bryan's expression, hoping to find something, anything, to cling to. But it seemed as though Bryan's mind was elsewhere.

"You're really thinking about him right now?"

The words left Wheeler's lips before he could even process them, but his heart has decided what to say. "Even now, with me, you're thinking about him?" His voice tightened and he felt tears well up in his eyes, but he didn't care. Bryan needed to know how bad he'd hurt him, how angry he was. He needed Bryan to know. "How long has that been going on? Since I first joined? Since this first happened? Since we first happened?" He launched himself off the door and approached Bryan with a quickness, the same one that made him deadly in the ring.

"Did you pretend I was him every time?"

Bryan’s gaze met Wheeler’s, and in it was the fire Wheeler had grown so familiar with. “Really?” His voice was filled with venom, but there was underlying pain. “After everything we’ve been through? After everything I’ve done, you think that about me?" He stepped towards Wheeler, pressing his forehead against the younger man's. "When you bled for this," he whispered, faintly tracing the letters 'BCC' on Wheeler's chest with a gentle fingertip, "I knew you were special."

Wheeler closed his eyes and inhaled deeply, taking in the scent of his mentor, his woodsy cologne, his clean soap, just…him. "Make me believe it," he whispered, opening his eyes to peer into Bryan's.

Without a moment's hesitation, Bryan surged forward, sealing his lips over Wheeler's. Wheeler's breath hitched against Bryan's mouth, caught off guard by the older man's movements. As angry as he was, Wheeler still found himself relaxing into the kiss, drinking in everything that was Bryan Danielson, making him his again.

"It was always you," Bryan panted, one hand dragging down Wheeler's chest as Wheeler's hands gripped his hips. "Do you feel that?" He took one of Wheeler's hands and rested it on his growing hardness. "Do you think he does this to me like you do? Think he gets me hard like this, can make me beg like you do?" His hips bucked up instinctively as Wheeler caressed him. "It was always you, Wheeler."

Wheeler gasped, his hand dipping below Bryan's waistband. "That's right," he breathed in Bryan's ear as he tightened his grip, pumping him slightly. "You're mine, Bryan. He wishes he could get you like this."

"Fuck, Wheeler," Bryan panted, his head lolling back as Wheeler bit and sucked against his throat. "Fuck, I'm sorry, please, fuck."

Pulling away, Wheeler smirked, proud of the mark he left on his mentor before releasing his grip. Bryan released a low growl in protest, but Wheeler's smirk only deepened. "That's what I like hearing." He chuckled as Bryan fought to regain his composure. "I'm going to celebrate my birthday with Claudio and Mox. You're coming with me. And afterwards, maybe, we'll pick up where we left off. Understood?" Bryan grumbled an affirmative as Wheeler kissed his forehead. "Good boy, Bryan."

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