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daddyhausen · 7 months

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

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{ masterlists } | { kinktober 2023 }

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

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

{ word count } — 2.9k

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

{ genre } — smut

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

they kept tugging, toying, with your clothing

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

ready for them to paint with their desire

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

the room had been converted into some sort of training room

a basic, dreary one at that

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

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

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

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

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

enough to make you whine when he bit down especially hard

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“is that right, doll?”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

claudio reciprocated the same nod

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

it was all too much for your mind to take in

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

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

the taste foreign on your tongue

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

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

a subtle pop following after he’d removed them

yuta offered you no such decency

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

shuddering with arousal at your taste

jon was last, quickly prying his fingers from your panties

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

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

“strip her. then bring her to the mat”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

jon pondered for a moment, smoothing down his beard

“bring her to me”

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

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

you winced as your knees came in contact with the mat

still feeling the concrete beneath it

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

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

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

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

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

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

noticing, despite your previous attempts at restraint

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

and rather eager at the fact.

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

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

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

claudio had taken his position behind you

both large palms now fully cupping your breasts

groping and squeezing the supple flesh

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

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

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

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

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

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

grabbing your right thigh, he held them open,

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“you know what to do”

claudio only nodded with a sickening smirk

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

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

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

“relax for us. we won’t hurt you”

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

“all you gotta do is obey us”

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

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

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

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

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

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

although the feeling felt more predatory than it did comforting

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“so tight for me, little one”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

claudio started moving again with a particularly rough thrust

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

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

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

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

claudio kept the camera poised on your ass

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

completely unaware of your second orgasm rushing through you.

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

you effectively cockwarming the youngest

claudio remained silent as yuta continued to film

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

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

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

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

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

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

yuta and claudio pulled out of you breathlessly

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“could you send me that video?”

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bullet-clubs-bitch · 16 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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aalyssah · 1 year

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Late Night Confessions

Pairing: Wheeler Yuta x Fem!Reader

Warnings: Fluff!

Word Count: 1,082

Summary: You and stargazing with Wheeler Yuta and that leads to late night confessions.

A/N: First time writing for him. Hope You Enjoy!

You waited outside the arena for your friend Wheeler Yuta. Your bags were getting heavy in your shoulder, the longer you waited. Relieved you saw him coming out with a couple of friends from BCC.

He walked over to you and grabbed your bag. "Hey sorry I was taking so long, Regal wanted to talk to us." He apologized before putting your bags in the trunk. "Yea, apologize to my shoulder because it feels like a brick was thrown on it." You rubbed your shoulder gently.

Claudio walked over and attempted to pick up your bag. "Why is your bag so heavy?" He barely lifted it. "Hey, what can I say? I'm a girl!" You held your hands in defense before getting in the car. Wheeler sat next to you, pulling you to rest on his shoulder. "How are you feeling after you're match?" You had a match against Britt and unfortunately, you lost.

"It was okay." You shrugged your shoulders, not hurt by the lost. Rebel and Jamie did interfere so it wasn't a surprise that you didn't win. "You looked real good out there." The others in the car listened and watched as you and Wheeler talked. They always shipped you together, and although you two did have feelings for one another, you didn't act on it.

"Do you wanna go stargazing?" Your eyes lit up at the suggestion. You and Wheeler haven't been stargazing since high school. "Yes!" You quickly answered, shocking him. "Alright, Claudio. Can you take us to the fields." Claudio looked back in the rear view mirror and nodded his head.

Silence took over and he dove to the field before stopping. "Go ahead children, we'll be waiting for you." Wheeler got out of the car and took your hand as you stepped out. The cool breeze felt amazing against your hot skin. "Come on, over here." He guided you near flowers.

He took his jacket off and laid it on the grass near you. "Oh, I don't wanna mess up your jacket!" You tried taking it up, but Wheeler placed his hand on your wrist. "No it's fine, we can't be messing up something so beautiful, can we?" You smiled and turned your head away blushing.

You two laid on your backs and looked up at the stars. "Tonight is so pretty." You sighed, taking in the smell of flowers. "Not as pretty as you." Wheeler could say the cringiest things, but still make you blush. "Okay,enough with the compliments." He laughed. "Why? If I could, I would compliment you everyday." He pulled you by his chest.

Silence took over as you two listened to the sound of crickets and birds chirping. "Wheeler?" You broke the silence. "Yeah?" He turned to the side so he could look at you. "I miss this." His brows furrowed in confusion for a second. "Miss what?"

"Just us. Us being able to hang out together, alone." You closed your eyes for a moment, missing the way Wheeler looked at you. "I miss it too. As much as I love being around the boys, I just wanna be with you sometimes." He confessed. "With me?" You sounded genuinely shocked.

“Yeah, I want to be with you all the time, but we have boys in the group." Were you hearing this right?Wheeler Yuta just said that he wants to be with you. Maybe, your taking it out of context. "Are you joking?" He sat up and looked at you in your eyes.

"No, why would you think I'm joking? I will always be with you." You could see seriousness in his eyes. "I want to be with you too." You tried laying down, but Wheeler stopped you. "Wait!" You raise your eyebrow. "Are you still dating that guy?" The confusion was clear in your face, to why he asked that question.

"No, why did you-" You were cut off by the feeling of your lips on yours. They were soft and gently shaped within your lips. Your eyes were open wide as you looked at Wheeler, who’s eyes were closed. He put so much passion and love into this kiss. You liked him before, but how would you stop liking him now?

He was getting nervous because you weren’t kissing back, but he was happy because you didn’t pull away. He then felt your arms wrap around his neck and pull him closer, and let his tongue enter your mouth. As soon as it was getting good, the clearing of a throat from Willam, caused you both to part. “Alright lovebirds, come on. Jon and Bryan are about to go crazy without food.”

Regal walked away to give y’all two a moment. The blush on your face was evident as you turned your head to the side. “You're amazing.” He praised you. You smiled and not your lips a little. “Wheeler, I like you a lot and I hope that kiss wasn’t just for tonight, I want it everyday.” You confessed as he let out a breath.

“Thank god, I’m not the only one.” You two shared a laugh before staring into each other's eyes. You both slowly leaned over without knowing and let your lips connect once more. Things began to get heated as his hands went down to your thigh and your hands went under his shirt.

Another interruption stopped you thought. “Stop sucking faces and come on. I’m starving!” Jon said, walking away angry. “Freaking Moxley ruining the moment.” Wheeler mumbled making you chuckle.

“Look, Y/n, I’ve known you for a long time and I’m not gonna lie when I say that I have feelings for you and I want you to be mine, so will you be my girlfriend?”

His hand went to the back of his neck, awaiting your answer. “Of course Yoots!” Bringing back that nickname made him smile. “Let’s go before Mox, beats my ass with a hungry stomach.” Wheeler said getting up and grabbing his jacket.

You two laughed and walked out back to the car. “You ready Yoots?” Wheeler rolled his eyes. It didn’t surprise him that they were eavesdropping.

The day couldn’t be better. He can hang out with his friends and he got the one person he’s been chasing after for years.

#wheeler yuta #wheeler yuta imagine #wheeler yuta fluff #wheeler yuta fic #wheeler yuta fanfiction #wheeler yuta drabble #wheeler yuta smut #wheeler yuta x reader #aew fluff #aew imagine #blackpool combat club

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bang-bang-gang · 1 year

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hey! you! blackpool combat club enjoyer (sicko)! this fic is for you, specifically!

#and its a fic without any particularly shocking or squicky tropes in it for once!#enjoy!#blackpool combat club #hangman adam page #my fic #if you reblog and/or leave a comment i will love you forever btw

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valkyrie-night-103 · 2 months

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WIP GAME (Take II)

Pick a WIP from my list, and send a word along with it. If I have the word in that WIP, I’ll post the first instance I can find of that word. If the same word and WIP are resubmitted, I’ll try to find another example, so don’t worry about repeats.

If I don’t have the word I’ll try to find something close to it! This didn’t work so well last time because I ended up not being able to find a word. If I can’t find anything close enough, I’ll try to work it in!

Anons are welcome! Assign yourself an emoji or nickname, and I’ll tag the ask with that emoji or nickname so that any answers are easy to find without the need to scroll.

Tagging a couple mutuals!

@old-no7 @daphne-minor @booboo-eyedbambi

Current WIPs -

StrickPage OneShots with canon-typical insane behaviour, and an only slightly less canon-typical E Rating. Oh boy I’ve written a lot for this one. I’m aiming for about 5 oneshots totalling over 10k words, but who knows what’ll happen

Golden Triad (Hangman/Kenny/Kota) Film-Noir inspired AU, featuring Hangman as a grizzled Private Investigator/investigative journalist, and Kenny and Kota the mysterious and handsome inside sources that end up saving his life.

Wheeler Yuta finding his place in the BCC, featuring Mox being totally unable to be normal about a trio faction, Bryan being mean and Yuta liking it a little too much. Regal is Regal, as per the usual.

Canon Divergent AU in which Kota comes to AEW with Kenny, and Hangman may just be a teeny bit in love with them both. Set during the early days of AEW, a few months before the pandemic era really began.

#aew #all elite wrestling #wrestling #kenny omega #hangman adam page #swerve strickland #kota ibushi #golden lovers #fic ask game #aew ask game #strickpage #jon moxley #bryan danielson #wheeler yuta #william regal #bcc #blackpool combat club

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wammbam · 4 months

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more like house cats than monsters

he's known mox for years, but he's rarely seen him interact with another cat. he's gotten used to mox puffing up the bloodthirsty, sharp-fanged, jungle creature to fit in with the big dogs and the snakes, that he's forgotten that tigers are far more like house cats than monsters. bryan likes watching mox stretch out on any cushioned surface he can find. likes seeing the cat's eyes go wide at the feast that is catering. likes seeing mox headbutt yuta's shoulder or eddie's chest and demand hands on him.

he especially likes watching mox handle their cub.

I made this after reading a rare pair fic with lion!mox so like, take it

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#jon moxley #wheeler yuta #bryan danielson #hybrids #hybric fic #bcc #blackpool combat club #i honestly dont know how this will be perceived so we shall have to see #jon moxley x wheeler yuta x bryan danielson #posted the actual fic a few days ago #but please go read it i worked hard #aew

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#aew #bcc #blackpool combat club #fanfic #Aew fic #I HAD A DIFFICULT WEEKEND AND YOUR FICS SAVED ME #THANK YOU

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remember when you said you had a BCC BDSM au in your WIPS? And now you're concentrating on the bookshop au? Any, you know, chance you can slide a lil of that this way?

you were both very patient thank you for not actually being pushy, here have this thing that may never get expanded upon <3

rating: m

warnings: impact play/spanking, wrestling, obedience

pairing: bryan/yuta, mentions of: bryan/mox, yuta/mox, bryan/regal

words: 7.3k

in the now mostly scrapped bcc bdsm club au that exists in my sea of wips, the full bryan/yuta scene from this ask game snippet with way more plot and feelings than i had originally intended when i started cleaning it up

Bryan remembered the first night Wheeler had set foot in the club.

He should've been the belle of the ball, looking as eager and nervous as he did. Pretty, dark eyes and enough dark hair to grab a good handful of. He'd kept to the outskirts, out of the way, like he was torn between seeking attention and blending into the wall as he watched everything happening around him. He hadn't approached or been approached, hardly even been noticed, before he'd caught Mox's attention.

He hadn't expected to get a chance to play with Mox's pretty, new plaything any time soon. Mox was absolutely taken with him. He'd caught the kid's eye, gave him an easy little smirk, and nodded toward a booth tucked away into a private little corner. He'd had the kid in his lap, a tongue down his throat, and a fist full of his hair before the hour was even out. Bryan would be lying if he said he wasn't a little jealous, though he didn't know if he knew who he was jealous of—not that he'd ever admit it out loud.

He didn't think Mox would let Wheeler out of his sight, not for anyone or anything. But then the kid had crashed through the club door like he was looking to hold the place up, all twitchy and wild eyed. He'd damn near collided with Bryan, looking harried, just on the edge of losing his cool. There had been a twitch to his lip, like he wanted to pull back into a snarl and a snap and a growl, like he wanted to bare his teeth and rip and rend.

He hadn't known Mox to ever be shy about hurting someone when they asked for it. He was good at it. Hell, when Bryan needed his ass caned to ribbons, he went to Mox. So why would Mox trust anyone else with his Wheeler?

But that's what the kid had said, looking desperately into Bryan's eyes. Mox said you would.

Who would he be to let either of them down?

"Alright. What do you need from me?" he asked, leaning back against the door, thinking over plans as he watched Wheeler pace the small room. There was a square of a napkin burning a hole in his pocket, from those few moments he'd left Wheeler to himself to go sort out a room for them to use. He'd returned to find a neat, bulleted list waiting for him. Impact play. Bruising. Wrestling. "You're angry, you want to fight, you want to hurt. But do you want to be good?" He watched the shift of Wheeler's jaw, the tense line of his shoulders, the restless flex of his hands as he sifted through his thoughts. "Do I need to make you be good?"

He shivered a little, then nodded. "Yeah, a little bit."

Bryan lifted an eyebrow. "A little bit."

Wheeler ducked his head a little, relaxing for just a moment as he laughed to himself. "Mox said you could be a real shithead when you want to be."

"And that's what you want?" There were other things he wanted to ask, other questions tugging at his mind. What does Mox do to you? What could possibly be so different that you need this? What could you possibly need me for? Instead, he lifted his eyebrows and asked, "You want me to be mean?"

"I think what he really meant was that you could be annoying," he chuckled. He met Bryan's eyes again, not retreating from the questions. "But, yeah. I really, really do."

He didn't know what to do with that, either. Mox could be mean, meaner than Bryan, even—and Bryan sure liked it when he was. He didn't know what he could do, that Mox wouldn't. Except, apparently, be annoying. "If I wanted you to stay still, stay exactly where I put you, for just five minutes, would you?"

"Eventually." Wheeler's expression turned a little toward challenging. A little more wicked. He met Bryan's gaze head on. "Depends on how much of a prick you are about it."

He smirked, "I think I'm gonna enjoy this."

The kid's cheeks went warm and red, but he didn't break away from Bryan's eyes.

"Stoplights alright for tonight?"

"That's perfect. I don't really want to have sex tonight, if that's okay. I, uh, would prefer it if you didn't call me names, not yet." His expression went a little more thoughtful, gaze shifting off to the side, somewhere, as he sorted through his words. "I mean, call me a good boy if I am, but not much more than that. Not tonight."

"Alright, and you don't have to call me sir. I expect you to show me respect, but we don't know each other that well, yet," he said, shifting to catch Wheeler's eyes again. "I expect you to let me know if you need me to slow down, stoplights exist for a reason. You wanna fight and wrestle, that's good. But we're not trying to injure each other, right? Accidents happen, but something feels wrong, you tell me."

He nodded, all his attention once again on Bryan. He couldn't possibly not know, not understand the very basics of risks, but he didn't look bored. Didn't roll his eyes or huff out a petulant I know. He paid attention to every word that Bryan said. "You can leave marks on me, though. I like them. That's—I meant it, when I said I wanted bruises. I want to feel it."

"Where?" He'd be lying if he said he hadn't imagined leaving marks over every inch of Wheeler that he could reach. He wondered if Mox had left any marks, any smudges of handprints or fading bruises for him to cover up with something darker.

"Not my face, no blood. Beyond that, I'll leave it up to you," he answered, easily. Not dismissive, just comfortable. "I think the words I used with Mox, earlier, was 'beat my ass black and blue.'"

"That'll come later—if you can be good. I'm not intending to mark you up while I'm wrestling you down," Bryan murmured, reaching out to gently tap Wheeler's nose. "Don't be greedy."

He chuckled, relaxing a little.

Wheeler was such a sweet thing. Good natured, with a protective streak a mile wide. Mox had said there was a fire in him, but Bryan wondered if it was more sunshine than anything else. A patch of sun on a summer day, the warmth of a bonfire. He had a great big smile, one that bunched up his cheeks real tight. Cute as hell, Bryan could see why Jon liked him so much. Kind of addictive, being on the receiving end of a smile as sweet as that.

Bryan shook himself from his musings, and nodded toward the corner of their room. "There's a toy chest, just there. Go pick out what toys you want me to use, and then jeans and shirt off."

As Wheeler picked his way through the toys on offer, Bryan turned away to make sure everything else was set. He was certain it would be, it was part of his job, after all, but he liked to double check all the same. He hated to think what Mox or Regal would do if he didn't.

He turned the lights low enough to not be harsh, made sure the temperature was warm enough that neither of them would shiver. The first aid kit was stocked, though he had no plans of needing it. Each room in the club had a mini fridge tucked into the corner, filled with water and treats, and he poked through the offerings to make certain any of Wheeler's tastes would be met. There were freshly clean, soft blankets in the cupboard, extra cushions and pillows for afterward. He pulled the fluffiest cushion free, and tossed it onto the narrow, velvet couch—right next to a pile of neatly folded clothes and an assortment of toys.

A folded strap, a heavy wooden paddle, a braided thumper. All for Bryan to play with. He glanced back up at Wheeler, eyebrows raised. "You sure?"

"Yes, please." He nodded eagerly, a little more sure of himself, settling into place. He'd expected Wheeler to be shy, but he looked comfortable standing before Bryan in just his briefs. "If you wanted to just bend me over and beat me 'til I cried, that'd be nice, too."

He tilted his head and studied Wheeler for a moment, a few pieces settling into place. "I think if that's all you needed, Mox wouldn't have sent you all the way here."

Wheeler huffed out a little laugh, "Maybe, but you know him. He doesn't like doing what you expect him to."

And wasn't that the truth? It was hard to pin him down—literally and figuratively. "Anything I need to watch out for or stay away from?" He asked, thinking of all the places he wanted to leave marks. Also those miles of smooth skin he could batter away at. "Anywhere you don't like to be touched? Old injuries to work around?"

"Not that I've found. I'm a little ticklish, which I'm not in the mood for, so no light touches. Slapping, hitting, pinching, that's all good though." His expression shifted toward teasing. "Harder than just a smack would be preferable, but I suppose that's up to you, isn't it?"

"And you're good, leaving that in my hands?" He had to duck a little to catch Wheeler's eye again. "We don't know each other, I understand if you don't trust me with that yet."

He nodded, no hesitation in the movement. "Mox trusts you," he said, like that was all the assurance he needed.

And that was certainly something. He knew, of course he did—but he'd never had to hear it out loud before. What a dangerous thing, trusting someone.

"You're going to stand there for five minutes," he murmured, taking a seat on the soft couch tucked against one of the walls. "Feet shoulder width apart, back straight, head up, eyes forward, hands at your sides. You will not move. You will not speak unless I ask you to, or if you need to. And when those five minutes are up, I'll bruise you up, just the way you want."

Wheeler clenched his jaw to keep from speaking, but settled into position without even the slightest hesitation.

"Every time you move, every time I have to reprimand you, the timer restarts. Do you understand?"

He didn't nod, didn't even shift his gaze toward Bryan. "Yes."

"Good. Timer starts now."

He made it three minutes before his hand twitched. Not much, just a slight movement. Easily missable, but Bryan was watching for it.

"That's five minutes on the clock, Wheeler."

Three minutes, another twist of his hand. Four minutes and a shift of his stance. Two minutes and a roll of his shoulders. Another three minutes, and another twitch of his hand. Like he wanted to clench his hand into a fist, only to stop himself just in time.

"Ah, I saw that. Five minutes back on the clock," he said, smiling as Wheeler's lip twitched like he wanted to snarl. "Why don't you lace your hands behind your back? Might take away a little temptation."

His jaw ticked, but he didn't say a word, just dutifully moved his arms back. Didn't shift his posture or shuffle his feet, ever the good boy he wanted to be.

It was another three minutes, and Wheeler shifted his shoulders a little. A slight stretch, trying to ease some of the stiffness out.

"Five minutes. Fold your arms together, wrist to elbow, grasp your forearms," he instructed, pleased to see Wheeler follow the order, stiffly adjusting his posture. He wasn't happy about it, visibly, but he did so wordlessly. Bryan couldn't wait to watch him rip free.

He stood when Wheeler passed the two minute mark, circling his form. Credit to him, he didn't move immediately. Didn't even grind his teeth in annoyance, not even when all that built up rage was so clearly simmering just below the surface. He stared forward, breaths even and slow.

He leaned in close enough he could watch the prickle of goosebumps across Wheeler's shoulders. It was mesmerizing, just a little. Didn't have to even touch him. When Wheeler shifted his arms again, like he was trying to suppress a shiver, Bryan reached out to adjust his stance. "Another five," he sighed, hand just brushing Wheeler's arm before the kid moved.

He spun whip-quick, hand striking out to grip Bryan's wrist. He looked mean, almost dangerous, as he leaned in close to Bryan's face. He had an inch or two on Bryan, and he used it.

But he wanted to be good for Bryan, too. He'd said so, proven it over and over. He wouldn't give up so soon. "You want to let go of me," he said, lowly. He pressed forward, face right up against Wheeler's. "Now."

His lip lifted in another snarl, grip tightening for just a moment, before he threw Bryan's wrist away. He wordlessly turned his back on Bryan, shoulders tense. Drawn tight, ready to snap.

Bryan forcibly adjusted Wheeler's posture, prodding him back exactly into place, crossing his arms at the wrists against the small of his back. He kicked lightly at an ankle, nudging Wheeler's stance a few inches wider. "You keep this up, we'll be here all night."

Wheeler sucked in a breath, like he was about to speak, but he bit it down with everything else. One more bit of tension ready to burst out of him, one more pound of weight threatening to topple him.

Wheeler made it just two minutes before he moved again. He watched the kid shift his feet, his stance widening just slightly, and gave another disappointed tsk. "Come on, Wheeler. You're better than this."

He gave a sharp slap to the back of Wheeler's thigh, just enough to sting—not nearly enough to destabilize him, but he buckled like it was, dropping down to a knee. The young man clenched his fists, but managed to hold them still as he finished lowering himself to his knees. He was getting restless, about to burst, and he still tried and tried and tried to be good.

"I think you're getting bored, getting lost in that pretty head of yours. You're losing focus, forgetting what you need to do. We got to keep your attention here, where it should be," he murmured, crouching next to Wheeler, close enough to be visible just in his periphery. "Why don't we make this a little more interesting, hm?"

He didn't move when Bryan delivered a sharp smack to his chest. Oh, he wanted to. A muscle in his jaw ticked, his eyes tightened, he drew in a sharp breath through his nose—but he didn't move. Didn't so much as snarl. A slap between his shoulder blades didn't move him, nor the one to the soft flesh of his inner thigh. He made a sound, a high, quiet whine in the back of his throat, but he didn't move.

But he gave a full body jerk when Bryan tweaked his nipple, a bitten off cry dying in his throat as it was swallowed up in a growl of frustration.

Bryan tsked, "That's five."

Wheeler gave him a little snarl, but settled back into stillness. His posture got stiffer by the second, coiled and ready.

With each sharp smack and sharper reprimand, Wheeler grew tighter and tighter, a bowstring drawn back too far. Until he was practically vibrating in place, all that fight just ready to burst out of him.

In the end, it wasn't a strike that did it. Bryan had simply brushed a hand over his head, through his soft hair. Just to see what would happen, just to see if the gentleness would be enough to break him.

He was quick, so much faster than Bryan expected. He pivoted beneath Bryan's hand, pulled one of Bryan's ankles out from under him, shoved a forearm forcefully into his hip. He landed on the padded floor with a heavy thud, and he had barely any time to catch his breath before Wheeler was on him, hands trying to pin Bryan down

When Wheeler had said he wanted to wrestle, Bryan had expected a messy scramble of flailing limbs; no finesse, just frustration and determination. A school yard tussle, a few seconds worth of struggle before it was over.

He didn't expect Wheeler to immediately wrench him up into a guillotine. He didn't expect to have to fight.

Bryan twisted his body away to Wheeler's left, before those long, clever legs could cinch in around his waist, and they were off.

It was work trying to counter everything Wheeler threw at him, leaving him sweaty and panting as the young man wriggled and struggled in his grip. He should've shucked his jeans at the start, tugged his shirt off, should've let himself indulge just a little and feel those miles of smooth skin a little bit better. He was wily, and he was fun, weaseling his way out of Bryan's grip at every turn.

And through all of it, he was careful. His movements were precise and neat, never striking hard enough to do damage. He didn't twist Bryan's limbs to the point of pain, not once. When he clawed at the arm Bryan had around his throat, he pulled with the blunts of his fingers, never digging his nails into the skin there. He wasn't fighting to win, not exactly. Just as Bryan wanted him to earn that beating he'd come in begging for, he wanted Bryan to earn every single sliver of his submission.

Bryan got his forearm locked securely up under Wheeler's chin, legs cinched around him before he could even think of rolling up and out of the hold again. Bryan leaned back, just a little, stretching the man in his hold until he whined so prettily.

"Come on, Wheeler. You know how to end this," he murmured, trying to sound unaffected, to not let him hear the strain in his voice. It was hard to do after a fight as good as that, sweat beading across his brow and sticking to his shirt. "You know how to get what you want."

He growled and thrashed, hips bucking as he tried to get his legs free, but Bryan held firm. His movements were growing sluggish, struggles turning to stutters as he finally began to wear himself out. He gave one last desperate whine, and went limp, all that bright red fury draining out of him in an instant. He sank into the hold for a moment, let Bryan pull his head back even further, before there was finally a gentle tap tap tap against Bryan's forearm, as Wheeler turned into nothing but a panting, trembling puddle in his hold.

"There you are, that's better," Bryan murmured, nuzzling against the shell of Wheeler's ear. He dropped one hold in favor of another, maneuvering them both up until he could settle the young man into his lap, face pressed into Bryan's throat. "Knew you were in there somewhere."

Wheeler hummed an affirmative little noise, warm and pliant in Bryan's grip.

This was the Wheeler that Bryan had expected from the start. Soft skin and an easy smile, as he molded himself to Bryan's chest. He'd been right, and he'd have been lying if he said he didn't like having to work for it.

He pulled the cushion down onto the floor, and carefully nudged Wheeler into place, settling him back onto his knees. He was relaxed, though—finally. Cheeks bright with a healthy flush, shoulders low. Wrestled down loose and easy, just the way Bryan wanted.

"Five minutes."

He gave a violent, full body flinch. His expression shuttered and shattered into something broken, "But—"

"Hey, where are you right now?" he asked, keeping his tone gentle.

He whimpered, a tiny sound that made Bryan want to bundle him up safe and sound, almost as much as he wanted to drag more pathetic little noises out of him. But that would come later. He was fuzzy and floating, and looked close to crying—and for all the wrong reasons.

Bryan took pity on him, reaching out to gently smooth his thumb over the confused crease between his brows. "You're where I put you, Wheeler. You're right where I want you," he murmured. "And I know you can be good for me, I know you can stay, can't you? Just five minutes, Wheeler, just like I asked. I know you can do it," he promised, and watched that broken expression light up in pride and determination. What a fucking beautiful sight. "Show me."

He took a couple deep breaths, and then settled into position. He kept his back straight, chin raised, eyes forward, just the way Bryan had first instructed. He pressed his palms flat to his thighs, practiced and easy.

This time, though, he was lax. He wasn't coiled with fight, wasn't stiff with tension, his shoulders weren't threatening to raise toward his ears. All that rage had dissipated into quiet calm. It was quite something, how sweet he could be once all that tension had drained from his shoulders, once his just let go.

He was lovely. He spared a thought, just a quick moment, to wonder if he was like this for Mox.

Bryan could've ended it early. Could've cut the time at Wheeler's usual three minutes, and he wouldn't have known the difference. But Wheeler could do it, just as he'd told Bryan at the start. And he would do it, and he wanted to.

As the clock ticked over the final seconds, Bryan slipped off the couch and sat himself on the floor, legs parted around Wheeler's still kneeling form. "There you are," he murmured, and clasped Wheeler's hands to pull him forward. "I knew you could do it, my good boy."

He all but collapsed into Bryan's arms, all graceless dead weight and pretty, purring sighs. "Told you I could," he mumbled into Bryan's cheat, the words sounding heavy and slow.

"Never doubted you, not for a second," he promised, scuffing a kiss across Wheeler's forehead as he pulled back. "Okay, you have a choice," he murmured, gently cupping Wheeler's scruffy cheeks. "I'm going to pay special attention to one area, okay? Across your shoulders with the thumper, or your ass with the paddle?"

He blinked slowly at Bryan, fuzzy and unseeing as he rifled through all the information. But Bryan didn't repeat himself, and Wheeler didn't ask him to. "I still get both?"

"Of course you do. You did so well for me, this is your reward," he promised, gently brushing back some of the hair from Wheeler's forehead. "Where do you want me to hurt you the most?"

"My ass, please."

"Perfect, thank you Wheeler. Can you get undressed on your own?"

He gave an easy little nod, looking up at Bryan with another of those bright, easy smiles. "Yessir. Can I have one of the fuzzy blankets after?"

"Of course you can."

"And chocolate?" He gave Bryan's the most imploring look he could, eyes wide and liquid. "Please?"

"You're too cute for your own good, you know that?" He gently chucked Wheeler's chin as he the kid laughed, "You can have whatever you want, promise. Get undressed and kneel on your cushion again."

He grinned, "Yes, sir." He might've given a cheeky salute if he hadn't suddenly become a mess of uncoordinated limbs in his rush to finish getting nude.

Bryan left him for a moment to grab the two fuzziest blankets on offer, and made sure there were a few candy bars to choose from. He'd asked so sweetly, after all, and he had to take good care of Mox's boy.

When he glanced back, Wheeler was waiting for him with a fuzzy, eager smile. He looked so pretty there, in the low light. Dark eyes glittery and shiny, the few smudges of bruises from their tussle standing out vividly on his bare skin. His cock was hanging heavy between his thighs, and Bryan hoped there'd be a repeat in their future, just to get to play with each part of Wheeler that he'd missed.

"I'm going to start on your shoulders," he began, crouching in front of the kid. "You had all that practice staying still, and I need you to keep it up so I don't accidentally miss where I'm aiming. Will you be able to stay upright for a little while?"

Wheeler took a dutiful moment to think about it, to take stock of himself. "Right now, I can. Yellow or tap out if I feel like I can't?"

"That's perfect, I'll be watching. And when you're loose enough, we'll lay you down and start with the paddle. Maybe the belt, if you're real good," he murmured, standing and reaching for the thumper. He circled the kneeling man, dragging the rubber baton across Wheeler's shoulders. "Are you ready?"

"Yes, yeah." Wheeler gave a jerky nod, breath quickening just a little, "Please."

He gave him a few seconds, before he pulled back and swung.

The hit landed with a loud, thudding impact, punching a breath and a curse out of Wheeler. Something low and warm, from deep in his gut He swayed a little, an almost imperceptible movement, and then settled again. A shivering little shudder ran through him, a little aftershock of pleasure.

The second strike was harder, the third harder still, and each one punched another, more desperate noise out of Wheeler. He really made such pretty sounds.

The fifth hit pulled a long, low groan out of him, something that rumbled around his chest like a purr. The seventh made him dig his short nails into his thighs with the effort to keep himself still. Keep from swaying, maybe to keep his back from arching, keep his hands from reaching for his filling erection. Nine and ten wrung high, broken whines out of him, left him whimpering.

Twelve was the strike that knocked him over, sending him lurching forward with a gasp, hands skidding across the floor as he tried to hold himself upright. "Fuck, fuck fuck," he hissed, and lowered himself to his forearms, head hanging low. His shoulders were a pretty mess of red.

Bryan crouched next to him, hand brushing over the warm, abused skin. God, he would bruise so prettily. "Too much?"

He cursed low and long, like it was being dragged out of him, "No, no, fuck, that's good, that was perfect."

He smiled to himself, hand trailing down Wheeler's back to gently knead at the globes of his ass. There wasn't much meat on him, built more for speed than power, but he'd already proven there was more to him than whatever Bryan had imagined at the start. "Are you going to be able to keep your ass up for me? Or should I lay you out over the bench, let you float for a little while?"

He didn't know if it had been a lesson learned from Mox, or if he'd learned it long before, when Bryan asked him to take stock of himself, he did. He carefully pushed himself back upright, rolling his shoulders and giving his back a slow, arching stretch. He was all lithe, pretty lines. But not delicate, not really, not in the way Bryan had thought.

"I wanna be over your lap, I think," Wheeler muttered with a satisfied sigh, and let himself fall back into Bryan's arms, like he knew they'd be there to catch him. He looked up, a fuzzy sort of smile on his face, and Bryan could imagine deep dimples beneath the scruff of his beard. He liked a man with dimples. "That okay?"

"I said you could have whatever you wanted." He slipped a forearm up under his chin, but didn't press down, even when Wheeler gasped and pressed forward into the touch. "Still want me to bend you over and—what was it you said? Beat you until you what?"

He made a little keening sound, eyelids fluttering. "Until I cry, sir, please."

"You still want that?"

He nodded, eagerly. "Yes, yessir."

"That's my good boy," Bryan praised, quitely, and dragged a hand through Wheeler's hair. He released the kid for the few seconds it took to push himself back up onto the couch, gave him a few seconds to breathe—or whine in dismay, as it happened, the little brat. Bryan rolled his eyes and reached down to snag an arm around his waist and gut wrench Wheeler up into his lap.

He landed with an oof, a gangle of limbs and a hard cock against Bryan's thighs. He squirmed, trying his damnedest to wriggle into position, making eager, desperate sounds.

It was almost harder to manhandle Wheeler around when he was nothing but shivering dead weight. Might've even been faster just to direct him into place, but he much preferred the breathy sounds that Wheeler made while Bryan shoved him this way and that. Quite gasps and whines, begging for something.

He got Wheeler up onto his knees, bracketed between Bryan's legs. He maneuvered one thigh up over Wheeler's calves to hold him in place, keep him from thrashing and squirming too badly. He kept his over thigh pressed up against the top of Wheeler's, a little support to keep his hips held aloft, caging him in just a little bit further.

Wheeler shivered and melted against the cushions, back arched in a long, curving slope. His arms were stretched out over his head, hands kneading at the cushions like a cat. He may as well have been purring, the very picture of comfort. He'd have looked more at home in a sunbeam, than bent down over Bryan's lap, ready and waiting to have his ass bruised.

Bryan dragged the edge of the paddle up one of Wheeler's thighs, leaving another little shiver in its wake. "Will you be able to tell me the moment it's too much?"

"Yellow, red, or tap out," he recited, without even needing to be prompted, like the good boy he was. Then he wiggled his hips impatiently, "Please, I'm ready."

Usually, Bryan didn't like to use paddles in such close quarters. The angle wasn't what he preferred, and he didn't quite have the room to get a really good backswing, to bring it down with as much force as he wanted. Paddles always seemed too unwieldy for so little space, but the one Wheeler had chosen was fairly small, especially for how heavy it was in Bryan's hand.

He dragged the smooth edge slowly up the back of Wheeler's thigh, just to watch him shiver, and then pulled his arm back as he waited for the right moment.

Just like the first go around, Wheeler really tried to stay still and be patient, be good. He knew what was coming, and he sincerely tried to wait for it. But he was antsy, and he wanted, and he'd said he wanted Bryan to be mean—or maybe just annoying.

He made it about thirty seconds before he began to shift, hips giving a little wiggle. Another twenty before the legs pinned beneath Bryan's shifted and flexed.

Fifteen seconds, and his fingertips began to tap impatiently on the soft, velvet cushions, arms still stretched out over his head.

Ten seconds and he sighed, unhappily.

Ten seconds, another sigh, and another little wiggle.

Another ten seconds and Wheeler pulled his arms back, like he meant to push himself upright, and made a frustrated, impatient little noise—and then Bryan swung the paddle down. As Wheeler was pushing himself up to his hands, no doubt to turn his head and give Bryan an annoyed and pleading look, the paddle landed with a crack against the meat of his ass.

His shout was more startled than pained, but he dropped his chest back down into the cushions all the same. He turned his head enough to give Bryan a narrowed-eyed look. "Harder."

"If you keep being demanding, I'm less likely to give you what you want." He swatted the paddle against his left cheek a couple times, not even hard enough to leave a flush of pink, let alone rattle Wheeler's gritted teeth. "Come on, where's my good boy, huh? Got a little treat, and suddenly you forgot all your manners?"

Wheeler grumbled, pointedly wiggling his hips again. "Harder, please."

Bryan smiled. "That's much better."

The crack of the next hit bounced off the walls of their little room, just a second before Wheeler's curse did.

"That what you were after?" he asked, dragging the paddle slowly over the welt he'd just left. He settled a hand on Wheeler's back, dragging up and down his spine, so he could feel the muscles ripple with each impact.

"Yes yes yes, thank you, sir."

He brought the paddle down with another crack, and then another, giving just enough time for Wheeler to catch his breath between strikes. Just enough to begin to catch his bearings before Bryan knocked another pretty sound loose from him.

Wheeler didn't hide his face the way Bryan expected, didn't even try to bite back or muffle his shouts. He was just as loud as each smack Bryan layered over his backside, his curses and pleas warbling and cracking with each hit. Bryan had expected him to be shy, unsure, the way he had been that first night he'd stepped into the club.

Usually, Bryan hated being proven wrong. But tracing the long slope of Wheeler's spine, he found he actually quite liked the feeling.

He jerked beneath Bryan's hand, rocking forward with the force of another strike. His toes curled and his back arched and he said, "Please, Bryan."

And who would Bryan be if he didn't give him everything he wanted?

He hissed and shuddered and whined with each quick, stinging smack across the backs of his thighs, but he liked the heavy, thudding hits best. He'd beg after those, a long, groaning fuck, sir, more tumbling out of him. Those were the hits that had him trying to rut against the thigh Bryan had bracketing his knees in, had him damn-near digging holes into the velvet with his finger nails.

When he'd first set eyes on Wheeler, that night, before Mox had squirreled away all his attention, Bryan had wondered what it would be like. To guide him, to teach him, to watch him blossom under the attention.

Bryan didn't need to wonder. Stretched out in front of him—all his miles of smooth, bruising skin—Wheeler was in full bloom.

He laid down another heavy strike, and Wheeler went slack across his lap. Every ounce of strength he was using to keep from toppling over left him in a rush, and his long, low groan ended in a whimper. He left a smear of tears across the velvet, moisture glinting off his thick eyelashes.

He didn't wait for Wheeler to tap, didn't push hard enough past the first hitching breaths to try and wring a safe word out of him. Not yet, anyway. Bryan dropped the paddle to the floor the moment any and all the remaining fight and tension drained out of him. Everything he had left just drained away, like there was nothing left but the pain and the heat.

Bryan gently soothed a hand over the angry, bruising skin. Wheeler was smooth and hot beneath his palm, barely even enough left in him to shiver and whine at the touch.

"Oh, there you are," Bryan murmured, taking a chance to drag a kiss against Wheeler's hip and got a choked sob for his trouble, such a pretty sound. His cock was still hard, still leaving a damp trail where it dragged across the rough denim of Bryan's jeans, still leaving him shuddering. "That's my good boy, just perfect," Bryan promised, and pressed another kiss to the bend of his hip. "My perfect boy."

His breath hitched a little, and he clumsily turned his head to smile, warmly, up at Bryan. "Hmmph, thank you, Bry."

He carefully disentangled their legs, freeing Wheeler to gracelessly flop over onto his side with a tiny, sniffly giggle. "How are you feeling? Anything feel wrong?"

"No, s'good. All of it. Feels good." He gave a halfhearted stretch, and squirmed a little closer so he could snag a hand on Bryan's shirt and give him a pleading grin. "Cuddle me."

It would've been too much to ask for Wheeler to be just a little less interesting. A little less sweet and endearing, a little less wily, a little less tough. A less fascinating puzzle for Bryan to pick apart. It would've been easier if Mox hadn't found himself someone that Bryan wanted to steal.

"Yeah, come on up here," he murmured, curling his arm beneath Wheeler's shoulders. He hauled this kid up against his chest, and dragged over one of the soft blankets that Wheeler had asked for, gently draping it over his mottled shoulders. "Let's get you nice and comfy."

He hummed and uselessly tried to help tuck the blanket around himself. "M'already comfy."

Bryan gently batted Wheeler's clumsy hands away. Kid was dead weight where he was still draped across Bryan's lap, and he still tried to help. "Stop, just relax, Wheeler," Bryan chuckled, pinning Wheeler's arms to his chest with a layer of soft, fuzzy fleece. "Just let me take care of you, now."

Cheeks wet and eyes still glassy, Wheeler just smiled up at him. "You already took pretty good care'a me," he muttered, squirming and curling a little further toward Bryan.

And what did Mox expect him to do with that, with him? How could he expect Bryan to give him back?

Bryan carefully gathered Wheeler up against his chest, sinking back into the soft cushions. He stroked his fingertips over Wheeler's temple, and the kid tilted his wet cheek into Bryan's palm with a pleased little sigh. Bryan wanted to keep him. "God, you are gorgeous," he murmured, nose pressed down into Wheeler's soft hair. "Absolutely perfect, you took that so well."

He purred, nuzzling his face down into the crook of Bryan's neck, sniffling. Just a puddle in his arms, all soft and sweet. "Th'nks."

"Oh, you are more than welcome," he murmured, rocking them gently. He wondered, briefly, if he was just as polite with Mox. Or if he was simply putting on a show for Bryan, if that was the difference, if that was why he'd been sent to Bryan instead. A need to play a different role. "So polite, aren't you? Thanking me like a good boy should. You really are wonderful, can't believe Mox would ever let you out of his sight."

Wheeler hummed, hands worming out of the blankets and beneath. Bryan's shirt, clinging to him. "Di'n't want you to feel forgotten about," he said, simply, rubbing his cheek against the dip of Bryan's clavicle. "Thought he was leavin' you out."

He frowned. What was he being left out of? "What do you mean?"

"Mox thought he was bein' a bad boyfriend," Wheeler said, as if that made all the sense in the world. Bryan, on the other hand, felt like he'd been slapped in the face.

He and Mox had been tied together, sure, for a long damn time. Almost as long as he and Regal—as Mox and Regal, even. But it wasn't anything more. They didn't do labels, save for he and Regal, and even that wasn't half as concrete as Bryan would've liked. They weren't—anything, they just were. Weren't they?

He must have gone tense as he waded through the minefield that Wheeler had just dropped him into, because the kid shifted around to look up at Bryan, questioningly. He thought he'd get the sweet, cuddly kid a little bit longer, get to keep floating him long enough to burn the night I to his memory. But whatever he saw, his eyes went from soft and fuzzy and glittery with tears, to bright with delight in an instant. "Oh my god."

He winced. "Please, don't."

"No, no, oh my god!" He laughed and sat up, then hissed and settled back onto his hip—but not once did he stop giggling at Bryan. There were tears still wet on his cheeks, tears that Bryan had beaten out of him, and he was giggling. "I asked! I literally asked him if you were a thing, and he said yes!"

"We are not."

"You have dates!"

"No we don't, we just—"

"Watching MMA together is only not a date if it's at a sports bar, there's no ice cream shop for dessert, and no one gets head."

He glared down at Wheeler, as mean as he could muster. The kid only laughed harder, legs kicking at the blanket wrapped around him. "Can we go back to five minutes ago? When you were cute?"

"Oh, fuck you. I'm always cute." He rolled his eyes, still grinning. "I can't believe you thought—"

"Well, maybe I would've thought differently if he'd said anything," Bryan grumbled. "Not like I had any hints."

"Bryan, he shares with you. Like, everything. He's nice, and he gives things away all the time, and he's bad at math so he tips really well, but—he tends to give without much thought." He'd been tangled up with Mox for weeks, not much more, and he'd already had him nailed down. "But with you and me—and with William and Claudio and Eddie—he shares. And sometimes it's the food off his plate, or the shirt off his back, but most of the time it's just, you know, him. His thoughts and his ideas, and even just his enthusiasm."

Bryan shook his head, "It's just who—"

"It's just nothing. How often does he just, out of the blue, give you something just because it made him think of you?" Wheeler asked, pulling back a little further, arms crossed over his chest. "Sometimes it's books, or a treat, or a funny shirt. Sometimes it's just a seemingly useless fact he read somewhere that he thinks you'll find interesting. Sometimes it's a joke he thinks you'll laugh at. He does that with us, with his people. No one else."

He stared down at Wheeler, at a loss for words. Because he was right. He was, the little shithead. Bryan had never really clocked it like that. Never thought it anything more than Mox being Mox.

Wheeler poked him in the chest. "You get his effort, and his care. He doesn't share that with just anybody."

"You're too smart for your own good," Bryan said, before he could stop himself.

"And you're too stupid." He looked stern for a moment, but then he just smiled again. "He practically delivered me to you and said, 'I saw this and thought of you.'"

"Well maybe it would've been more obvious if he'd told me that," Bryan grumbled and reached out to flick Wheeler's nose. He reached for the pile of chocolate he'd set to the side and practically threw it at Wheeler, just to get him to shut up. "Here, have your stupid chocolate."

He didn't seem to mind one bit, though. Didn't flinch away from him or roll his eyes or do much more than make a pleased little noise and lean himself back into Bryan's chest. "Oh, thank you!"

"You don't have to keep thanking me, but it's cute as hell," he murmured, nudging his nose against the top of Wheeler's head as he tried not to get used to the weight and warmth of him. It was hard, though, having that grounding heat to concentrate on, to distract him from his new, strange thoughts about Mox. But it was hard to separate the two when they were already so intertwined. "I bet I could layer bruises up and down your back," he said, instead, "so deep that wearing a shirt would hurt, and you'd thank me so sweetly. Wouldn't you?"

Wheeler shivered, cheeks ruddy and warm where he pressed tighter into Bryan's shoulder. "Well, maybe you'll just have to try that next time."

#aew fic #aew fanfiction #blackpool combat club

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sheinthatfandom · 8 months

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For whatever reason the transparent background I had on it wouldn’t stay but I finally finished my BCC as the van helsing brides in honor of the amazing fic “the Gods of spiders and flies” by @old-no7

Marishka - Jon Moxley

Verona - Bryan Danielson

Aleera- Claudio Castagnoli

Thank you to @pepper-ika for always being open to giving advice and my wifey @icecream-and-gadreel for cheering me on and keeping me hyped

#aew #bcc #Loren draws #blackpool combat club #fic rec

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thekentuckyhimbo · 2 years

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Hi 😊 I’m just messaging to ask for a smutty request featuring Yoots/reader please?

Maybe a denied feelings that spill over type of thing if possible?

Many thanks 😊

Softer than I Deserve

Pairing: Wheeler Yuta/fem!Reader

Warnings/Tags: unhealthy relationship, denial of feelings, 18+, smut, graphic depictions of sex

Words: 2.8k

Complete: Yes

Summary: Set after Yuta dropped the belt to Daniel Garcia. Yuta's frustrations don't come from the ring, they come from his feelings for you...

Author Notes: Sorry this took so long! Don't really have an excuse, just an apology. Hopefully you like it! Tbh I'm not entirely happy with it, but idk what else to do with it, so I'm just gonna post it.

It was hard for Yuta not to watch you when you were in the same room together. He tried - god, he tried - not to look, sure that his infatuation would be perceived as weakness if any of his Blackpool Combat Club peers found out.

In his more self-indulgent moments, Yuta imagined confessing his attraction to Mr Regal. In those fantasies, Regal would offer him some sage advice and he would use it to finally woo you; to make you see him after all this time.

But in a locker room filled with men more muscular, more impressive, more tan, Yuta knew you would never have eyes for him. Friends for years and never a hint of anything more. It was infuriating. Perhaps that was where his newfound aggression in the ring had come from. He often saw you on the way to guerilla before his matches, and his head swam with thoughts of you as he stalked down the ramp and out to the ring.

Yuta wanted you more than he wanted any title in the business, a thought that crossed his mind one night on his way to the ring to wrestle Daniel Garcia. The skin on the back of his neck grew hot with embarrassment and he was blown up before the match even started. Garcia could smell it like a shark in the water and Yuta knew his ROH Pure Championship was as good as gone.

Not that it mattered, because it still hadn’t been enough to get your attention.

Yuta wrestled his most vicious match that night. He knew that the technical side of his brain had shut down; he was too emotional, unable to make calculated decisions. He couldn’t hear Regal on commentary from the ring, but he was sure his mentor would sound disappointed. Just like you were going to be disappointed - that was if you even cared about him enough to notice in the first place.

Those thoughts only made you messier, and the rest of the match was academic. Yuta didn’t remember much about the finish; it felt like he was in a trance as he stumbled up the ramp backstage. He zigzagged through the halls, ignoring the sharp looks of Mox and Danielson, the concerned eyes of Chuck and Orange.

Everyone knew to stay out of his way, pressing up against the walls of the hallways he staggered through to avoid his destructive path. But who would he destroy? Even in the ring, he hadn’t been able to harness his frustrations to destroy Garcia. Regal would surely give him a speech about that later. And Moxley. And Danielson.

He heard the sound of quickening footsteps behind him then. He knew they were close and getting closer, breaking into a jog, but it felt like he was hearing them through cotton wool; muffled and far away.

But the sharp British accent that came from behind him was unmistakable, and Yuta cursed how well Regal had trained him in that moment, because even in his dishevelled state his mind homed in on the veteran’s words immediately.

“Mr Yuta,” he began, panting, but quickly seemed to think better of it. “Wheeler,” he said, softer this time.

Softer than I deserve, Yuta thought darkly.

Yuta’s feet stopped still despite his mind begging his body not to obey the words of his mentor. He dared not turn around, sweat-clammy back facing his trainer. Regal didn’t ask him to turn around, knew from Yuta’s stilled shoulders that he was listening.

They were alone in an isolated corridor of the arena, Regal’s words reverberating inescapably off the concrete walls and floors.

“That was not you in that ring,” Regal stated plainly.

Yuta tried not to react, but there was something so raw about Regal’s words and it struck a chord. Yuta felt tears pricking at his face as he remembered his days on the independent scene, of his matches in Beyond, of his time being trained by Chuck and Orange. He’d felt a sense of identity back then. Long gone was the cyberpunk mask and trenchcoat - and while Yuta agreed that was for the best, he missed the safety of it. When Yuta went out to the ring now he felt naked, even with Regal at his side. He didn’t know how to be like Danielson or Moxley or Claudio, but he hadn’t known how to be like Chuck or Orange either.

Regal patiently awaited Yuta’s response.

“I know,” Yuta choked out eventually, “I should have been better.”

He heard Regal scoff in response, the sound like a needle piercing through his chest. All the air went out of him like a balloon, and Yuta felt like he was gasping for air; drowning on dry land.

“Do you really think I would have recruited you if who I saw on the independents wasn’t who I wanted?” Regal breathed out a long, low sigh. “You don’t need to be Danielson or Moxley,” Regal paused, “You need to be Wheeler Yuta.”

“I can’t-” Yuta began, but Regal cut him off.

“You bloody well can,” Regal snapped, “but to do it you need the same thing that Jon, and Bryan, and Claudio, and Chuck, and Orange, and myself, all have.”

Yuta wanted to ask, ‘what’s that?’ because truly he didn’t know. But he knew Regal didn’t take kindly to stupid questions, and Regal was beginning to sound exasperated that Yuta couldn’t grasp the apparently simple concept that he was trying to explain.

“You need a good strong woman in your life.”

Yuta spun on his heel, wild-eyed and in disbelief at what he’d just heard.

“What?” he asked, face contorting with pain.

As if his chest hadn’t been aching enough tonight as it was, now it felt like his lungs were outright collapsing.

“You heard me,” Regal replied calmly, looking Yuta firmly in the eyes. “We all see how you look at her, but perhaps if you’d had the courage to do something about it instead of sulking like a petulant child, you might have shown that same courage in the ring tonight.”

Tears pricked at Yuta’s eyes again, and Regal’s steely gaze became uncharacteristically soft.

“My boy,” Regal said quietly, taking a few strides closer until they were almost nose-to-nose, “We put on quite a show out there about being forged in combat, but the real thing we have in common is love. And it’s plain to see you love that girl.”

Yuta felt feverish, panicked, as he searched every square inch of the locker rooms for you. He still hadn’t changed from his match, having thrown a hoodie hurriedly over his bare chest and zipped it halfway. People probably thought he’d lost it; jogging around the backstage area, hair spiked up in every direction, stale sweat creating a fine layer of salt over his skin that made him feel filthy.

But he had to find you. He was desperate to. He’d wasted more than enough time already, and every second longer he waited it felt like you were slipping through his fingers like sand.

He was back in the same desolate hallway Regal had confronted him in earlier when he found you. You weren’t sitting on a utility case looking at your phone, or grabbing dinner, or filming some kind of backstage content. You were standing in the middle of the hallway like some ominous spectre, staring directly at him.

He skidded to a halt in front of you and you folded your arms across your chest.

“What the hell is going on with you?” you snapped, lips pursed into a thin line.

Yuta didn’t know how to respond to your question, didn’t know how to hold a conversation with you, let alone explain his feelings for you. But the echo of Regal’s earlier words in the hallway lingered, spurring him on.

“I, um, I-” Yuta stuttered, ducking his head to look at his feet, then dragging them back up to your face as he found some hidden courage still inside him.

It didn’t help - god, it didn’t help - that you were wearing the tightest pair of leggings he’d ever seen and a crop top that revealed more than his open hoodie did. He wanted to lick your midriff; drop to his knees and worship you.

Maybe something in his eyes gave it away, because you dropped your arms to your sides and your gaze softened, if only slightly.

“You’re so pretty I can’t focus,” Yuta whispered as he stared down at the breasts he could now see unobstructed.

His eyes snapped to yours, horrified at what he’d let slip. But you didn’t look horrified. Your face had softened entirely now, the prettiest he’d ever seen it. And he was tired - god, he was so tired of being a coward - that he couldn’t help but lean in.

You didn’t pull away, but he didn’t wait for you to. His lips crushed yours and yours immediately opened up for him, so soft and wet that he deepened the kiss immediately.

Your hand reached out and grasped his and that was all the permission he needed. He laced his fingers into yours and walked you backwards into the nearest wall, pinning your hand above your head.

With your free hand you unzipped his hoodie the last little bit and reached for his abs, dipping dangerously close to his waistband. He was hard in an instant, crowding into your space and pressing his hard-on into your hips. You spread your legs instantly and his erection was pressed between them. He nudged at your jaw with his nose and you turned your head pliantly to allow him to press heated kisses to your neck.

He knew he shouldn’t do this here, but the taste of you was so intoxicating he couldn’t stop. He ached to rebuild himself, reclaim himself, and you felt like the key to doing that. He wanted to be swallowed by the taste of you until he emerged reborn.

He dropped to his knees in front of you and expected you to say no, to suggest they go somewhere more private. Instead, you swallowed thickly and planted your hand in his hair. He took that as permission and began scrambling to remove your tight leggings, peeling them off your body until they ended up on the floor beside you.

You must have felt exposed, half-naked against the wall where anyone could see you. But it wasn’t enough for Yuta, who pushed down your panties and blew a cool breath over your folds, drawing a shiver from you.

Yuta bent his head for a taste, licking between your folds and finding your clit immediately. You were already soaking wet, and the second he tasted you he knew he’d never be able to stop. He ran his hands up your stomach and found his way under your crop top, cupping your soft breasts and rolling your nipples between his thumb and forefinger.

You arched into him, chest rising and falling faster and faster. Yuta slid his hands back down your body, leaving your breasts half-exposed under the band of your crop top, nipples hard in the cool evening air. His hands found your thighs and spread them wider, staring open-mouthed at the view from between your legs.

You looked so good he felt a little drool at the corners of his mouth. He wanted you to grind your hips on his face until it hurt, but he started delicately. He was so tense from arousal he was shaking, forcing himself to stay composed enough to delicately lick your already swollen clit.

The noise that he drew from you then was like a rapture. A strangled whine that tapered into a breathy moan, your hand grasping his hair hard, dragging his face closer to your heat.

He licked you gently again, this time running a finger over your entrance. Your cry was even louder this time, and you reached forward with both hands now to cup his head and drag him closer, until he had nowhere to go but towards your delicious heat.

“Don’t be gentle,” you whispered, looking down at him through your lashes, “Please…” He pressed two fingers inside you suddenly and you moaned appreciatively, “Please, I need all of you.”

Yuta growled into your thigh at that comment, nipping at the soft flesh there as he struggled to maintain some sense of composure. But your scent was so heady and he was starting to understand exactly how you liked it, as he bit your thigh harder and pressed four fingers into you as deep as they could go. He sucked a love bite into your thigh and you screamed so loud he was sure someone had heard them.

That was all you had to do to make Yuta abandon the last of his composure. He dove between your legs then, lapping at your clit fervently and sucking on it until you squirmed against the wall.

“You want all of me, huh,” he growled against your leg, pausing to stare up at your face as he set a brutal pace with his fingers inside you.

You had your hands braced on the wall and your face was contorted in pleasure, groaning between strangled breaths. Yuta only began fingering you faster, pressing his mouth back against your clit and settling into a slightly slower rhythm that his fingers and tongue could match. He started pulling his fingers out all the way and pushing them sharply back in as his tongue flicked over your sensitive clit. You were panting and swearing, now doubled over in pleasure.

Yuta took that at his opportunity to lift your legs up and loop them over his shoulders, his nose pressed against your pubic bone and his fingers angled just right inside you.

The change in angle proved to be all you could take, thighs quivering around Yuta’s ears as you cried out his name, juices pouring down Yuta’s hand as your tight pussy pulsed around his fingers.

You fell to the floor in a heap, carefully bundled up into Yuta’s lap as he pressed kisses into your neck, jaw and temple, whispering sweet nothings to you.

“You’re so beautiful,” he breathed, “You took it so well, good girl.”

Even as he spoke he was pulling the layers of his ring gear down, pulling out the aching erection he’d been neglecting for entirely too long. You instinctively positioned yourself over him and he took that as his invitation, snapping his hips up into you roughly until he bottomed out inside you.

He set a brutal pace, rocking his hips unforgivingly into you until you fell back against the wall. He felt selfish, using your body to chase his own orgasm. But then you arched your back into him and reached your hands up to play with your nipples, pinching them hard and letting out shaky breaths and little moans.

Something about the blissed-out look on your face told Yuta you could cum again, so he slid a finger between your folds and circled your clit gently, earning a breathy moan from you. He set a slower pace with his thrusts, focusing on your pleasure. One of your hands drifted up to your face, the other still playing with your nipple. You covered your mouth, stifling a strangled cry. Yuta flicked his finger over your clit faster and this time you cried, “I’m cumming,” as you wrapped your legs around his waist and your whole body shook.

Yuta was so close now, cupping your face in his hand and dragging you in for a kiss that was all tongue and completely devoid of any technique. He pressed his forehead against yours.

“Look at me,” he growled.

You did as you were told.

“You are my whole fucking world,” he said emphatically, feeling his orgasm coiling in his belly.

“Wheeler,” you moaned, “Please cum in me.”

A moan ripped through Yuta’s body and he felt naked all over again. As his orgasm began to tear through his body he had the shattering realisation that he hadn’t been in control of himself for months. You had been in control, and he liked it that way. He did as he was told, cumming hot and deep inside of you.

“All yours,” he chanted mindlessly, “always been yours.”

Yuta shivered against you, wrapping his arms around your waist until you were as close together as you could be without him being inside you again. Together your breathing slowed and you pressed soft kisses to Yuta’s hair as he buried his face in your chest.

Yuta felt like he was in a dream, and when he finally awoke it was to you pressing a soft kiss to his lips - softer than he deserved - and cupping his face in your hands. The smile on your face was infectious, and Yuta smiled tentatively back.

“Now,” you said mischievously, “Go and win that title back, will you?”

#ask #request fic #wheeler yuta x reader #wheeler yuta/fem!reader #wheeler yuta #blackpool combat club

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faggotmox · 8 months

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UNTIL I SAY SO

Fandom: All Elite Wrestling (AEW) Rating: Explicit Time Period: After Blood & Guts 2023 Characters: Jon Moxley, Wheeler Yuta, Claudio Castagnoli, (background) Bryan Danielson, Blackpool Combat Club, BCC Relationships: Jon Moxley/Claudio Castagnoli/Wheeler Yuta, background Jon Moxley/Bryan Danielson/Claudio Castagnoli/Wheeler Yuta, BCC Polycule Summary: After the BCC's loss at Blood & Guts there are apologies to be made and punishments to be given. All in the name of strengthening the BCC. Word Count: 11,978 Writer's Notes: Shout out to @di0brando for proof reading/editing and also helping me work out Yuta's dom character. Kink list/warnings below cut (because long) but also exactly the same as on the ao3 link. This is also a celebration fic for me getting fired/quitting my hell corporate coffee job. Translations: Swiss German Terms of Endearment + Sternli means "little star" + Tigerli means "little tiger" (ya know when your boyfriend is huge so you're both "little" something or other.) -> link to fic on ao3

Final Writer's Notes: Okay okay, so here is the thing…the thing is they're horny and fit so they can come like 20 times. It's fine. Don't ask questions about that. Look at all the other kinks and (checks notes) the story? Anyways these sluts are definitely in an established BDSM relationship so like they don't need to negotiate and what not. Enjoy my return to wrestling porn! Roles: Dom/Top/Power Bottom Wheeler Yuta, Sub/Switch/Service Top Claudio Castagnoli, Sub/Bottom Jon Moxley, Background Dom/Top/Daddy Bryan Danielson Kink List: BDSM, Heavy BDSM, Multiple Orgasms, Dom/sub, Restraints, Spanking, Impact Play, Paddling, Cock Rings, Dildos, Sex Toys, Punishment, Degradation Kink, Humiliation Kink, Master/Slave, Domspace, Subspace, Service Top, Come play, Prostate Milking, Prostate Massage, Cock & Ball Torture, Rough Sex, Rough Oral Sex, BDSM Scene, Kink, Cock Warming, Force Orgasms, Orgasm Delay/Denial, Orgasm Denial, Forced Orgasm, Orgasm Control, Orgasm Delay, Dry Orgasm, Anal Sex, Anal Fingering, Objectification Kink, Pain Kink, Pain Play, S&M, Sadomasochism, Blindfolds, Gags, Choking, Face Slapping, Cock Slapping, Spit Kink, Yuta Worship, Bondage

Until I Say So

“You know what you have to do.” Bryan’s voice crackled over the headphones.

“He did the right thing.” Yuta walked along the cushioned carpets of the hotel hallways.

“You still need to do this,” Bryan reiterated. “For him.”

“I know.” Yuta got to the door, his hands moving to get the keycard out of his pocket. “I’ll take care of it.”

“I know you will.” There was a brief pause. “That’s why I wasn’t worried about not being there tonight.” A silence hung between them before Bryan spoke again. “You must be at the door?”

“Yeah. I’ll let you know how it goes.” Yuta pulled one of the buds out of his ear. “Bye.”

“Bye.” Bryan hung up.

The door opened as expected. Yuta walked inside, cleaned up and stitched back together. Chin held high because Yuta didn’t give up, and Yuta didn’t cost them the match. The balcony door that said ‘no smoking’ was open with Mox standing outside. The medical kit was all put back together on the bed, and the water was running in the bathroom. Claudio must have finished up with Mox and was cleaning up while Mox waited. Waited for Yuta.

The man in question turned after a few moments of being watched. A half-smoked cigarette in his mouth as he took in Yuta. Mox ducked his head quickly, his hand coming up to take the cigarette and flick it into a can-made-ashtray. The door made a squeaky sound when Mox closed it. The older man wasn’t wearing his shoes. Just a pair of loose-fitting shorts and a few bandages.

Mox’s head was still ducked down, his shoulders hunched forward, when he leaned into Yuta’s personal space to nudge his forehead against the side of Yuta’s. An apology. The way a puppy would apologize. For a moment Yuta indulged Mox’s feelings. One of his hands came up to rest on the back of the other man’s neck and pull him closer.

“I shouldn’t…have tapped for you.” Mox finally said just as the bathroom door opened.

“Hang on, Claudio.” Yuta stopped any interruption preemptively. His hand gripped Mox’s chin. “No. You shouldn’t have tapped for me. You’re going to make it up to me, right?” Yuta stared hard at Mox before he got a jerky nod. “Get these off and get on the bed.”

As soon as Yuta let go, Mox did what he was told to do. His shorts were discarded before he got on the bed, careful of any injury or bandage. Yuta turned around to Claudio once that was taken care of, and went to kiss the other man. There was probably some guilt playing in Claudio after the Pac altercation, but Yuta hadn’t been relying on Pac. Claudio had come through time and again during the match. So had Mox.

“You did a good job patching him up.” Yuta gave a reassuring smile. “You did a good job tonight.”

“Thank you.” Claudio tipped his head and kissed a stitch on Yuta’s brow. “He’s good to go for you. All cleared, and cleaned up. Nothing too bad.”

“Hmm. Good.” Yuta ran a hand up Claudio’s arm. “Wanna referee?”

“Yeah?” Claudio glanced between Mox on the bed and Yuta in front of him.

“I want you to.” Yuta reassured.

“I would like to. Thank you, Wheeler.” Claudio kissed the stitch again before kissing Yuta's lips.

They parted with Claudio going to change into a tank top and pair of boxers before settling into a chair nearby. Yuta stripped his t-shirt so Mox could see everything for the first time. What he gave to hold on, and Mox gave that up.

It wasn’t on purpose but Yuta always felt a little like he was in the ring when he tugged their equipment bag out from under the bed. What was it going to be? A barbed wire bat or a vibrator? Yuta was smirking to himself over his own dumb little jokes, but for all Mox knew he was smirking over the punishment he had planned. Now Yuta was smirking about that.

“Tell me your safeword, Mox.”

“Regal. Yours?”

“Dragon.”

They both nodded to each other before Yuta made his decision. Bryan had told him that he needed to take Mox down after that. Punish him for that decision even though Yuta could admit it was the right call. However Bryan didn’t provide a detailed plan of the punishment, and Yuta was working on the fly. He was a smart guy though, and he could kill two birds with one stone here.

“Make yourself useful while I set up for you.” Yuta unzipped the bag, not bothering to look at Mox. “Since Claudio carried the team on his back tonight, I think you should thank him properly. Some appreciation is in order for how well he patched you up, too.”

Yuta was able to fish a few things he needed out of the bag rather quickly, and silently thanked Claudio for being so organized. He followed behind Mox and stood nearly touching him as he knelt in front of Claudio in the armchair.

“Thank you, Claudio.” Mox frowned at the annoyed sigh from the larger man.

“Yuta, if you would--” Claudio gestured vaguely at Mox in a way he didn’t get, but Yuta did; he handed Claudio a cushion. “You just took a beating. Take care of our property, Jon.” Claudio made Mox move and kneel on the pad instead of the harder floor.

“Sorry.” Mox cleared his throat when he felt Yuta smack the back of his head.

“Who are you, Bryan? Awfully quiet tonight, Mox. I want to hear you thanking Claudio for everything he’s done and then suck his dick until I’m ready to deal with you.” Yuta passed off a pair of cock rings to Claudio, and a blindfold.

“Yeah. You’re right.” Mox cleared his throat and shifted to get comfortable before looking up at Claudio. “Thank you for carrying the team, and taking all the pain you did for us. For bleeding for us. I know you protected both of us more than once during the match. You fought hard. Thank you. But mostly thank you for not…not giving up on Yuta. I saw you fighting to get to him. I saw…”

While Mox rambled on, Yuta cleared off the hotel room desk, hoping that it would be sturdy enough to support their activities. Yuta didn’t have to watch to know that Claudio was getting them both into the rings, and Mox into the blindfold. It was easy. Everyone was getting what they needed, and if Yuta could pull it off they’d all get to walk away a little less wounded. Which he guessed was the weight Bryan was putting on his shoulders.

The rambling had stopped but there were now sucking sounds. The heavy sigh from Claudio made Yuta smirk. It might be fucked up, but they were fucked up. A guilty blowjob from Mox was one of the best things in the world. Mox was obsessed with choking himself on Claudio’s dick anyways. As Yuta went over his restraint choices he glanced over to see Claudio lounged back, arms behind his head and eyes closed as Mox exorcized his demons.

“Not to interrupt,” Yuta piped up, the wry grin still on his face as Claudio cracked an eye open. “It looks like a good thank you.”

“Oh, it is.” Claudio put a large hand on the back of Mox’s head to force him all the way down. “Fuck. Best thank you a guy could ask for.”

Mox gagged for a long moment as he was held down. He didn’t push or fight back. A tight moan worked its way out of his chest when he was close to a limit and Claudio let him up without a moment's hesitation. Mox swayed hard backwards. Heavy eyes blinked tears away as he tried to refocus himself.

“Care to put him over this table for me, Claudio? Face down, please.” Yuta gestured to the set up.

“No problem.” Claudio winked at Yuta. “You know how much I like to pick him up.”

It was true. Claudio had a thing specifically for picking up Mox. The dazed man didn’t even squirm when Claudio scooped him up, Mox’s damaged back meeting Claudio’s sculpted chest, and carried him over to the desk. Some of the pressure made Mox hiss as pain sparked in his wounds, but it also made his dick twitch.

The cool wood did little to calm the fever Mox was in. Claudio reached to restrain Mox but Yuta gently stopped him and motioned for him to secure Mox’s lower half. Yuta liked when Claudio refereed for them. He knew Claudio liked it when Mox refereed for him. It was funny how they all had their own preferences. Yuta vaguely knew he was Bryan’s go-to. Yuta had seen Bryan and Mox do crazy things together.

The leather cuffs around Mox’s ankles were secured, and Claudio was quick to do his thighs as well. Yuta adjusted the blindfold, kissing Mox’s cheek before snapping one wrist in, and then going for the other. Yuta anticipated Mox’s spike of panic.

“Hey.” Yuta grabbed the scruff of Mox’s neck. “Stop it. Calm down, and breathe. You’re going to be cuffed, just like in the ring, and this time we don’t stop until I say so.”

Mox whimpered and gave one last push back before collapsing onto the table. Now Yuta could fully clasp the last cuff since he didn’t have to hold Mox down. Once everything was on, Yuta did a quick once-over to make sure everything was good to go before looking up to see Claudio smiling at him.

“Good call.” Claudio said quietly as he got up and moved around to pull a chair up to the side of the desk, near Mox’s head.

One of the side tables had been dragged over for Yuta to put all of their necessities on. Claudio was where he needed to be to keep an eye on Mox, his hand occasionally stroking his hard on. The click of the lube cap startled Mox. Yuta chuckled as he pulled a pair of gloves on before dribbling the lube over Mox’s hole. The tiny moan that left Mox made Yuta wanna say fuck the punishment and fuck him right there. That’d make Yuta feel better. But he checked himself. This was about making Mox feel better, and doing something incredibly hot.

“There’s one rule here, Mox.” Yuta teased a finger over the other man's hole, letting Mox adjust his feet and find how he needed to really stand like this. “What’s that rule?” Yuta started to push in his first finger, pulling a deep whine from Mox. “What do you think the one rule is here, Jon?”

“Fuck.” Mox pressed his forehead against the desk. “Bryan’s a bitch for corrupting you.”

“Focus.” Yuta smacked Mox’s ass sharply, aiming for the horrific edge of the bruise where Mox had landed on the nail bed. There was already some admiration from Yuta for how much Mox could get off on his wounds. Pain was pain to the man, which was the same as pleasure in Mox’s wirecrossed brain.

“It doesn’t stop until you say so!” Mox called out, his back arching. Yuta pushed two fingers in as a reward. “OH! Fuck.”

“Good boy.” Yuta finger fucked Mox slowly to work in more and more lube that they would need. The praise made Mox relax some. The man loved to have his hole played with, Yuta was an expert on that now. Mox was truly a bottom, and enjoyed every moment of it. Even these moments. “Taking me so well. Let’s take things up a notch.”

Yuta started to work on a third finger, which had Mox letting out happily pained sounds. That was what Yuta put his efforts into. He stretched Mox’s hole, pushing deeper and adding more lube. As Mox started to break out in sweat Yuta started to work over his prostate. It was so easy to tease Mox like this, so Yuta did so without mercy.

“Fuck, fuck. I-I-m--” Mox choked on his own words. “Come?”

“You wanna come, big guy?” Yuta teased. “‘Cause I keep doing this?” Yuta worked two fingers over the other man’s spot, making him jolt and jerk.

“Yes! Please! Please?” Mox gasped.

“There’s only one rule, Mox.” Yuta reminded him.

“It doesn’t stop until you say it stops?” Mox repeated, not quite getting it but to be fair Yuta was working very hard to keep Mox from being able to think much.

“Exactly. You can come as much as you want, Mox.” Yuta said in a sickeningly soft voice, like he was doing Mox a favor. “You can come now. And again. And again. And again. Doesn’t matter much to me. I’m going to keep doing what I want to you until I decide I’m done.”

“Wheeler.” Mox’s voice caught in his chest, his body tensing as a wave of pleasure built up and broke through.

“So soon.” Yuta mocked a little as he kept playing with Mox. “We have so long to go. Hope it doesn’t start hurting.” Mox mumbled something that neither could make out. “What was that?” Yuta pressed a mean finger against a bruise.

“Fuck! I said,” Mox had to force his lungs to open up to breathe for a moment before the words could be made. “I fuckin’ said, I hope it does!”

“That’s what I expect to hear from you, Jon.” Yuta laughed, leaning over the other to kiss his cheek.

The small display of affection was all Mox got before Yuta pulled his fingers free. Mox made a practically wounded sound that made the other two men laugh and muttered a ‘calm down.’ There was a towel below Mox so they didn’t destroy any carpet but Yuta did nothing about his leaking, dripping cock. Still hard from Yuta playing with his g-spot and the binding cock ring.

The next part was going to be a lot of fun for the neighbors. Mox wasn’t shy, and they were letting him be pretty loud right now. Yuta knew to give Claudio the go ahead to start a blowjob if Mox got concerningly loud.

Off on the side table was Yuta’s selection of equipment. His hands sought out the toy he liked to use most on Mox. Slightly above average length, but thick especially at the head; not realistic but ribbed and grooved since Mox was so sensitive. The toy never failed to bring out the most responsive side of Mox, which was why Yuta always brought it with them. The crowd favorite, so to speak.

The blunt tip of the toy eased past Mox’s hole. There was a little whine that got louder the deeper Yuta pushed the toy. Once it was all the way in, Yuta turned the base and the toy buzzed to life. Mox jumped hard, and pulled against the restraints as Yuta gave tiny, hard, shallow thrusts with the toy. The restraints rattled and Yuta made sure the table wasn’t giving as he started to pull the toy out more and thrust it back in.

"Wheeler!" Mox hollered as the toy slid over the little spot that sent sparks up his back. "Fuck!"

"If you're too loud, Claudio will have to figure out how to gag you " Yuta teased with the toy, running quick, short thrusts over Mox’s prostate.

“I can- I can’t--” Mox choked out but Yuta didn’t let up.

The hitching, gasping sounds Mox kept making clued Yuta into what was about to happen. It took Yuta very few adjustments to press the vibrator against that spot. It looked like a bolt of lightning went through Mox. His back straightened out completely, his hips bucked into the edge of the desk, and all the restraints rattled.

All the tension snapped at once. Between Mox’s legs Yuta could see his straining cock spray again. Yuta’s mouth watered at the sight. The hard twitching length leaked more as Yuta kept up his torture. When Mox started to shake, Yuta slowly eased the vibrator out, turning it off and setting it aside.

“W-Wheeler?” Mox stammered, his breathing coming rapidly.

“We're not done yet,” Yuta responded dismissively as he removed his gloves.

“Nah…” Mox shook his head. “E-Empty?”

That got a good chuckle out of both Yuta and Claudio. It was important to let Mox rest between their bouts, but Yuta couldn’t say no. Not to that. Not with what he had planned for Mox’s ‘rest cycle.’

“Oh, you wanna be full, big guy?” Yuta gave a playful pop to the softer underside of Mox’s ass.

“Fuck, yes!” Mox called out, completely forgetting about or not caring that they had neighbors.

“Sure about that? You don’t know what’s coming.” Yuta gave the teasing warning but was already pulling out a plug for Mox.

“Yes, Wheeler, yes.” Mox grunted and tried to shake his ass a little. “Plea- Ah!”

The plug was smaller for Mox. It was smaller than the toy they had just been using, but it would be enough to keep Mox occupied. The toy fit snugly into the bound man, who moaned and bucked back against Yuta. As if Yuta hadn’t just made him come twice and fucked him with the toy nonstop. Mox was ridiculous.

“The way I see it, Mox,” Yuta started as he reached towards his side table set up for something new, “there were five people in that ring you let down.” The words got a little nod from Mox, but Yuta waited for a moment before adding. “And one person at home.”

“...Bryan…” Mox mumbled sadly.

“That’s right. Bryan.” Yuta agreed. “So, I think you owe each of us five strikes.”

That made Mox’s breathing stop. His hips pushed back and out to be at a good angle for striking. The area Yuta was working with was already pretty bruised and damaged from the match. The strict, wooden paddle Yuta picked would be harsh on what was already there.

Claudio, ever present of mind, got himself to their gear back and was returning to sit with Mox again. Despite looking a little red in the face, Claudio seemed unbothered by the raging hard on between his legs. Yuta watched as Claudio started to wedge Mox’s mouth guard into his mouth. They all had a mouthguard for impact play, courtesy of Claudio. Once the guard was in, Yuta came around to kiss Claudio hard on the mouth.

“I’ll take him to ten, if you’ll follow up with five.” Yuta smiled at the twinkle in the other man’s eyes. “Then next round we’ll do you opening with five and me finishing with ten.”

“I like that.” Claudio kissed Yuta’s cheek before he returned to standing behind Mox.

Giving Mox a spanking was like giving a dog a bone. The man would writhe and thrash, making all sorts of noise too. At least the mouthguard helped with the sound, because Yuta loved to work him up. He delivered ten perfectly placed, well-measured, painful strikes to Mox’s backside. Mox was moaning for more when Yuta handed off the paddle to his trusted ‘referee.’

Five blows didn’t take long, but Claudio was precious with his work. The worst of the overlapping areas Yuta left were assaulted by Claudio’s perfect swing. The Swiss giant was by far the best technically out of all of them. By the last strike, Mox was clearly crying. It may have been concerning if he wasn’t also begging for more in mumbled requests against the table.

“There’s the first fifteen. Good boy.” Yuta stroked along a newly minted welt on Mox’s ass. “We get back to it, huh?”

“Back to it?” Mox used all his energy to lift his neck but couldn’t see anything anyways. Claudio took out the mouthguard so Mox could repeat himself. "Back to it?"

“Back to it.” Yuta said again as he took the plug out with a quick jerk of his hand.

“Fuck!” Mox cried out.

“Claudio, could you?” Yuta gestured.

“My pleasure.” Claudio was laughing as he stood up and pressed the tip of his dick to Mox’s mouth.

As Mox worked his mouth around the thick cock in front of him, Yuta donned another pair of gloves and pushed two lubed fingers into his hole. It was easy for Yuta to play Mox’s body like a guitar. A little like this, and more that way. Mox was extremely responsive, too. The man would make it clearly known if he was having a good or bad time. It was one of Yuta’s favorite things about Mox being his sub. It was never hard to tell what Mox did or did not want.

The next orgasm shuddered through Mox like a train wreck thanks to Yuta’s talented fingers. It was sudden and fast. By the end of it he slumped against the desk and gave up. His body going lax as Claudio fucked his mouth. There was no end in sight for Mox. He knew he would get fifteen more strikes, but he had no idea how long Yuta planned to milk orgasms out of him.

“Slow your breathing, Jon.” Claudio encouraged gently from above. He stopped moving so deep so that Mox could get his breathing regulated again. “Good boy.” Claudio praised once Mox got himself grounded. “Keep sucking.”

Just as Mox refocused his brain on breathing and sucking dick, Yuta pulled his fingers out and replaced them with the vibrator. This time the toy was already going, the setting on medium-high. Mox choked and sobbed around Claudio’s cock. The table kept Mox up, his legs and arms defeatedly relaxed.

Yuta tormented Mox with the vibrator to the point that Mox was just outright crying at the stimulation. If Bryan hadn’t taught Yuta so well he’d probably pull out his dick right now and jerk off because the power rush from making Jon Moxley openly cry was enough to make Yuta come.

“There it is.” Yuta called out as he watched Mox have the most painful looking orgasm. “Oh fuck.”

The head of Mox’s cock was painfully purple. Yuta wondered how loud Mox would scream if he just put his mouth over the sensitive tip. Yuta watched waves of pain and overstimulation roll through Mox’s body as his cock weakly twitched in an effort to come. The toy was only left in long enough to make Mox start bucking his hips away.

“Okay, okay.” Yuta laughed as he took the vibrator out and put it aside again. He wondered if Mox knew he had come four times now, or if he thought it was some stupidly high number or something. “Claudio?”

Yuta got the paddle again and held it up for the other to take. Claudio gave a couple of small thrusts before slowly pulling his dick out. Sometimes Yuta called them his ‘goodbyes.’ Claudio’s cock was replaced by the mouthguard before Claudio came to the end of the table. The larger man got the paddle and examined the canvas before him. It didn’t take long for Claudio to rain down five absolutely brutal blows to Mox’s ass. Between the sobs and groans, Yuta heard something.

“What was that, Mox?” Yuta nudged him. “Speak up.”

“...it stops when you say it stops…” Mox had to push the mouthguard out to say it a few times before going back to mouthing the words to himself.

“Oh. That’s hot.” Yuta sighed and started palming his cock through his jeans.

“You’re very close to getting to take care of that.” Claudio grinned as he absently stroked the back of Mox’s head.

“My turn.” The mouthguard was forced back into Mox’s mouth.

Ten more strikes were laid out on Mox’s pained ass. With Mox, the answer rarely was to go lighter, so he had put some heft into his strikes. The sounds the spanking generated from Mox were so hot Yuta was sure he’d jerk off to them later.

By the time Yuta put the paddle down Mox was shaking, his thick thighs quivering against the maroon restraints. The restrains were leaving red marks against pale skin. The bruising from the match mixed with Claudio and Yuta’s marks. It gave Yuta a head rush. The other bruises Mox had fought against, but the ones they left were welcomed onto his body. It made Yuta feel like he had a right to Mox’s flesh.

The paddle was put away but Yuta’s hand never left Mox’s welted ass. Claudio removed the mouthguard a final time, putting it away in its case to be washed later. Yuta took a moment to think about their next move and gestured to Claudio to check the blindfold. As a few ideas floated around in his head, Yuta made sure to check Mox over physically. Claudio had taken to whispering softly in German to their sub while he did his own checks. Making fillers so Yuta could have a moment to plan. That decided it. Claudio deserved a reward.

“How are you feeling, big guy?” Yuta groped Mox’s sore ass as he asked, getting back into their scene. There wasn’t a response so Yuta gripped harder. “I asked a question.” There was a long enough silence Yuta considered slowing everything down to check in better.

“Sorry I tapped.” Mox choked miserably on the words. He was so far down and crying so hard the words barely formed in his throat. "I'm sorry I tapped for you. I'm sorry I gave up. I shouldn’t have. I’m sorry."

"I know you are." Yuta gestured for Claudio to work on calming their bound sub down. The other was already moving to check Mox over. "That's why we're doing this. Because I know you're sorry, and I know what you need."

"Please?" Mox sighed, his head dropping hard onto the desk.

"Please what, Mox?" Yuta had been gently stroking Mox's hip while Claudio gently massaged Mox's shoulders and back. Together their work seemed to help.

"Keep going." Mox was turning into jelly now.

“You know I will, Mox.” Yuta leaned down to kiss a cared-for wound on his shoulder. “You’ve been a really good boy.” Those words never failed to make Mox moan. “I’m going to make you a little more comfortable for this next part, so you can enjoy it a little more.”

“Wheeler.” Mox whimpered. “Don’t deserve--”

“You don’t get to decide what you deserve and don’t deserve. That’s my job.” Yuta reminded him with a sharp slap to the thigh. “Claudio.” Yuta reached up to undo one of the wrist cuffs so the larger man followed suit. “Take him around the waist and hold him up for a second.”

Mox willingly moved, one arm swung around Claudio’s neck. It seemed to take all of his energy to do that. Quickly Yuta folded up another towel to put over the edge of the desk where Mox was bent over. Giving him a cushion he would need for their next round.

“Lay him back down, and lock him up.” Yuta helped lower Mox and put the cuffs back on. He noticed Mox twitched at being handcuffed again but didn’t outright panic. “Good boy. Ready for Claudio to fuck you?”

“Claudio gets to fuck me?” Mox perked up.

"Yes, as a reward for being such a good boy." The praise made Claudio light up. Yuta reached up and pulled Claudio down for a rough kiss. "During the match and after." Yuta said once they broke apart, one last peck on the taller man's lips before they traded places.

The best words Yuta could use to describe Claudio were ‘service top.’ The man thrived on providing for them. Yuta could direct him and guide him to do anything and he just seemed so happy to do it. It was submissive in a way, and Yuta thought of Claudio as his sub in a lot of ways because of it. ��Even when Claudio was fucking Yuta, it was Yuta running the show.

“Do your worst, babe.” Yuta encouraged as he watched Claudio lather his huge cock with lube. “I want him to feel it tomorrow on our long drive home.”

“You got it.” Claudio had a little smirk on his face as he rubbed the head of his dick against Mox’s swollen hole.

“Please.” Mox whimpered as he tried to push his hips back. “Please, Claudio, please?”

“Since you beg so nicely.” Claudio knew the cues from Yuta meant being a little rough and mean. “I think Yuta would like to hear you, so do not hold back.”

Without any more warning, Claudio pushed in and didn't stop until he bottomed out. The abrupt, huge intrusion made Mox scream. His back arched beautifully and his legs strained against the restraints as Claudio pushed into him as quickly as he could. If Yuta hadn’t been working Mox over all night, he probably wouldn’t be able to take it. But instead Mox was begging for more. Claudio pulled all the way out and pushed back in. Mox cried out again so Yuta decided it was time to keep him quiet. The fly to his jeans was snapped open and unzipped, his cock springing free finally.

“It’s okay, sweetheart.” Yuta said softly as he pressed the head of his cock between Mox’s slightly-parted lips. “Suck on this so you calm down, or at least don’t wake our neighbors.”

Mox wasn't quiet, but he couldn't be loud with Yuta’s cock in his mouth. Yuta didn’t move. He just let Mox suck on his cock while Claudio started to speed up. The sounds coming from Mox were desperate. Small little whimpers and whines as Claudio slammed into him.

"How's he feel?” Yuta asked over Mox, like he wasn't there.

“Fucking incredible.” Claudio laughed breathlessly. “You worked him open so much he just took my cock. Fuck..” Claudio trailed off in a line of German curses Yuta vaguely knew.

“You look so hot fucking him.” Yuta thrust into Mox's mouth a little when he whimpered. “Fuck him harder.”

“My pleasure.” Claudio grinned.

Huge hands grabbed Mox’s hips to readjust him to where he needed to be. Claudio shuffled a little, and adjusted his own angle. All the while completely inside a quivering, whimpering Mox. It was clear to Yuta that if he could see Mox’s eyes they’d be vacant. Mox was so far gone, so down. Yuta knew this had been important for all three of them.

Claudio started slamming into Mox. Yuta peeked around the edge of the desk to see Claudio pull all the way out and with a powerful snap of his hips pushed all the way back into Mox. Over and over. The desk started to creak and move as Claudio brutalized their sub. Mox was crying out with each thrust. Pained little cries each time around the head of Yuta’s cock. After a minute or so Yuta pulled his cock out of Mox’s mouth, neighbors be damned he wanted to hear.

“G-Gonna--” Mox was panting, his body flushed red as sweat poured off of him.

“Going to come for me again, Mox?” Yuta teased, his fingers sliding through Mox’s sweaty, short hair.

“Fuck---” Mox choked.

“Hang on,” Claudio was breathless now as he spoke. Finally some indication that he was in this situation. A quick shift of his hips and he leaned over Mox’s back. That was it. “There it is--”

“Claudio!” Mox jerked against the cuffs as Claudio found an angle that made him see stars. “Fuck, fuck!”

“Damn.” Claudio kept going, but his voice was tight which meant Mox was tight.

“I can’t, I can’t--” Mox sobbed out to Yuta, his hand closest to his dom reaching out for him. Yuta took his hand quickly and squeezed.

“I don’t want to hear it, Mox.” Yuta leaned down to speak directly to the other. “Claudio’s having the time of his life using you up for me. You’ll take as much as I give you. Why?”

“Shit!” Mox rolled his hips forward and arched his chest off the table. “Damn it! Because it doesn’t stop until you say it stops!”

“You’re so good at following the rules. Good boy, Moxie.” Yuta smirked as he petted the other man.

Yuta wasn’t sure if Claudio just hit the spot or if what he said did it but Mox snapped for a fifth time. The already high-strung body tensed even more. Broken cries left Mox’s scratched throat as his cock throbbed and spilled what it could onto the towel. Yuta watched as the tension refused to leave Mox as Claudio kept up his deep, hard thrusts. Mox’s orgasm was still rolling through him when Claudio followed over the edge.

Quick reflexes allowed Yuta to get to Claudio and seal a hard kiss against his lips as he came. Claudio’s orgasms were everything to Yuta. He felt the hard, sculpted muscles all flex. His hands explored the expanse of Claudio’s chest as they kissed through Claudio’s orgasm. As he pumped his load into a crying Mox, Claudio whined into Yuta’s mouth. It took a moment for Claudio to finish completely. His swollen cock pulsing in Mox’s tight heat.

“What’re you up to now, Jon?” Claudio asked as he slowly, just to tease, pulled out. His come and lube leaked out behind him, trickling down Mox’s leg. “Jonny?” Claudio pinched Mox’s ass when he didn’t answer.

“F-Five! Fuck, C!” Mox’s voice was so raw he couldn’t even yell at this point.

“You must be tired.” Claudio took a hand towel off the side table and started cleaning off his softening cock. The ring eased off as he did so.

“Y-Yeah…” Mox mumbled.

“Can’t be too tired.” Yuta ran his hand down Mox’s back. “You still have to take care of me, big guy.” His hand slid over Mox’s ass then his fingers ghosted across Mox’s over sensitive hole, making him jump.

“Wheeler!” Mox’s voice broke in the middle of Yuta’s name.

“That’s the only thing you’ll be saying soon.” Yuta chuckled at the near miserable sound Mox made. “Ready?”

“Y-Yeah…” Mox nodded against the desk.

“Oh, fuck.” Yuta groaned as he started pushing in.

Maybe it’d gross out other guys but Yuta loved going after Claudio or Bryan. ‘Sloppy seconds’ were great. Between Claudio’s come and the lube from earlier, Yuta could go in dry as he carved out a space for himself inside Mox. The glide was easy as Yuta bottomed out with a hefty sigh. He had waited a long time for this.

It always amazed Yuta how Mox could still feel so tight even after everything they had done. The other man clenched and spasmed around Yuta in a way that took his breath away. Before the BCC, Yuta was no virgin by any stretch, but Mox was by far the best bottom Yuta ever had.

“Oh, shit.” Yuta’s head was thrown back and his eyes closed as he savored being in his favorite place. “You were right, C. He feels incredible.” Mox whimpered at the admission and Claudio chuckled.

“He feels like no one else.” Claudio was back at the head of the desk with Mox, gently massaging his neck as Yuta had his religious experience.

“Never fucked anyone who feels like you, big guy.” Yuta was already panting, his hips rolling a little as he sought to memorize this moment.

“Wheeler,” Mox moaned against the wood.

“Fuck, Mox, I can feel Claudio’s come in you.” Yuta grunted, his hips snapping harder. “Fuck. That’s so hot.”

It was like Claudio had some sort of superpower; he could see Yuta unraveling quickly. Suddenly, he was flush against Yuta’s back. One of his huge arms wrapped around Yuta’s chest, his palm laying flat over the erratic heart trying to beat its way past Yuta’s skin. The other hand found Mox’s hip and kept all three of them together.

“It’s okay.” Claudio whispered, his mouth close to Yuta’s ear as he nuzzled against his neck. “I have you, Wheeler. I’m right here, and so is Jon.”

“Claudio.” Yuta whispered as he leaned into the large chest behind him.

“You’ve been holding on so tightly.” Claudio started moving their hips so Yuta was thrusting into Mox. “Let go. I’ll catch you.” The last part was said with a kiss behind Yuta’s ear.

“Fuck. Yes.” Yuta started thrusting harder.

“Tell him to take it.” Claudio encouraged, giving the younger man room to start recklessly fucking their sub.

“That’s right, Mox, fucking take it.” Yuta grunted out.

It was clear Mox was still enjoying himself when he moaned loudly at the words. That just made Yuta go harder, Claudio at his back as a safety net. Everything felt so good. Letting loose was needed. It all made Yuta feel so powerful and invincible. No loss mattered right now because he was buried deep in Jon Moxley.

The rattle of the restrains was from Yuta as he fucked Mox for all he's worth. At this point Mox was boneless and panting hard. Few moans and groans came out of him. Another encouragement from Claudio spurred Yuta on, his hand coming up to the back of Mox's head. He pushed Mox's face into the hard desk.

"Take it, motherfucker." Yuta grunted, his fingers digging into Mox’s upper back and neck. "You'll take it just like I took all of that shit from the Elite." The next part came out darker. “From Hangman.”

That made Mox hitch and cry out. The way Hangman hung them both, and the fact Mox tapped while Yuta refused to, was eating at Mox. There was something Yuta needed, reaching for it but couldn’t find just yet. His hips still snapped hard in shallow yet satisfying movements.

A large, warm hand reached around to lay just over Yuta's navel, slowing him down and grounding him as Claudio whispered a plan to him. At first Yuta was annoyed at being stopped but warmed up to the idea as Claudio explained it, his hand rubbing gently against Yuta’s navel to calm him down. His hips shallowly thrusting against Mox despite Claudio holding him back still.

“Let’s do it.” Yuta nodded sharply before pulling out of Mox, the last of his self control.

“Ah?” Mox grunted in confusion.

“Sh. We’re moving you.” Claudio explained as Yuta took a few steps back to collect himself. “Well, I think I’ll be moving you.”

It was easier to let Claudio get Mox moved. Yuta felt like if he so much as touched Mox they might both violently explode. The larger man hoisted Mox off the desk and put him on the bed face-up. Claudio gave Mox a few sharp slaps to the face to bring him back some, then restrained each hand to the headboard. A few pillows were shoved under Mox’s ass.

The same hands that had calmed Yuta roamed over Mox’s battered body to soothe him as well. Yuta watched the paths Claudio traced over the damage. It was so enticing to Yuta to undo the healing Claudio had done, to pick and scratch at stitches and bandages. He knew Mox would like it, but he couldn’t bring himself to undo what Claudio had already fixed.

“He’s all yours again, Yuta.” Claudio leaned down to kiss Mox, biting at his bottom lip until Mox whined. “Show him how sorry he really should be.”

Just as Yuta was darting to get onto the bed, Claudio was hoisting Mox’s legs up. The position left Mox’s battered ass totally exposed. Puffy, used hole gaping. Completely open for Yuta and on display. Leaking lube and Claudio's come. The bruises and marks from both them and the match framed Mox's abused hole perfectly.

Yuta sank right in. Mox made the most beautiful punched out noises as Yuta pushed all the way in one go. Each of Mox's long legs were hooked over Yuta's shoulders to free up Claudio’s hands. The perky, tight nipples nestled in ginger hair were plucked cruelly by Claudio.

"Fuck, Mox!" Yuta threw his head back. "Holy shit."

The hard, unforgiving thrusts started to find a pace. A pace that left Mox whimpering as his legs were pushed back and Yuta pistoned into him. Every ounce of strength Yuta had went into wrecking Mox's hole. One of Yuta's hands held onto Mox's ankle so hard he was sure it'd bruise.

At that moment, something came over Yuta. The hand on Mox's ankle let go and moved between them. In one quick movement, Yuta tore away the blindfold to reveal Mox's glassy, lost, pale blue eyes shining behind the vacant look Yuta fucked into him. There was a moment where Mox didn't realize he could see until he locked eyes with Yuta's fiery, angry gaze. A whimper escaped the bound man when Yuta's hand wrapped dangerously around his throat.

"Yuta?" Mox begged, his body arching up into the other like he was expecting, wanting what would come next.

"You want it?" Yuta pushed his legs to the side so he could lean in closer, his hips still snapping. "Wanna know what it felt like?" The dazed look on Mox’s face was slapped off him. “Answer me!”

"Y…Yes! Fuck, yes!" Mox admitted, even though they all knew Mox had experience with what it felt like to be hung by the Hangman.

That simple yes flipped Yuta's switch. There was a reason Claudio was nearby. The calloused hand around Mox's throat closed tightly, effectively cutting off his air to just a wheeze. It lit Yuta's blood on fire as he watched Mox's eyes roll back in his head. More pressure was added, making Mox tense up and jingle his cuffs.

All of Yuta's focus was on choking Mox out and fucking him into the mattress. At first Yuta didn't realize he was spitting out degrading comments at Mox as sweat poured off of them both. A gentle tap on Yuta's choking hand let him know it was time to ease up, but he didn't for a moment. When he finally let go Mox sucked in a harsh, desperate breath that was quickly slapped out of his mouth.

"Go again." Claudio green lit as he watched the color come back to Mox's ruby red face.

"Fuck you!" Yuta pushed down again.

The pressure left Mox spluttering and gasping, eyes fluttering and out of focus. Yuta felt incredible, powerful even. His dick held tightly by Mox's sore hole, and his hand held tightly around Mox's throat. It amazed him that he was still hanging on.

After a moment Claudio tapped on the same hand. This time Yuta let up easier. When Mox opened his mouth to bring in some air Yuta moved on instinct. He leaned over Mox, a hand braced on the bed behind Mox's head, and spat into Mox's open mouth. It registered as a shock but Mox didn't spit out Yuta's saliva. Instead his eyes shined up at his brutalizer. Yuta did it again, and again. Watching as Mox swallowed each time until he went back to choking Mox.

This time Mox struggled more, tensed up more, and Yuta could feel it. Every muscle tensed up in a glorious moment that had Yuta in pure euphoria. Mox's loose legs came up to wrap around Yuta, the younger man could feel heels digging into him so he pushed harder. The only sounds in the room were their heavy breathing, the slapping of skin on skin, and the wet slip of Mox's hole.

"Fuck!" Yuta moaned loudly. "Oh, fuck, Mox."

"I'm sorry, I'm sorry, please." Mox gargled, his voice clipped and raw.

"Shut. The. Fuck. Up." Yuta punctuated each word with a harsh thrust.

"Yuta," Claudio was staring at him, now that he didn't need to worry about him choking Mox. "You look incredibly sexy like this."

"Thanks, C." Yuta grinned at that, their eyes meeting over the overstimulated body of their sub.

"I could watch you fuck him for hours." Claudio said truthfully as he gripped the reinvigorated length in his shorts. It never took Claudio long to get hard again. "So powerful."

"Get over here." Yuta demanded.

The hand that had just been a weapon on Mox pulled Claudio in close. Yuta sealed his lips together in a heated kiss, like Yuta needed to crawl inside Claudio. Mox had a full view of their kiss and whined at the display.

"Holy, fuck!" Yuta ripped himself away from Claudio at the sudden, overwhelming feeling in his dick.

Yuta looked down with a tight smirk as he realized Mox came again. Another time. He couldn't get enough of that. The thin, dripping liquid sprayed across Mox's body. Thankfully Claudio had the presence of mind to ease off the ring restricting Mox's exhausted cock. Yuta was captivated as he watched as Mox’s cock went soft, and laid against his thigh.

"Thank--" Mox could barely move his head to the side to look up at Claudio. "--you."

"You're very welcome, tigerli." Claudio smiled down.

Mox stained up a little like he wanted to kiss Claudio so the Swiss giant leaned in to take his mouth. Keeping in the spirit of the scene, Claudio claimed Mox's mouth in a dominating attack. One huge hand wrapped around Mox's neck, fingers ghosting where Yuta's hand shaped bruises would be tomorrow. Mox made a sweet sound at the aggressive display of affection so Claudio dove deeper. His hand tightened and his mouth worked harder. Yuta watched the erotic moment while he fucked the last of it out of Mox.

"You guys are so fucking hot. Fuck. Shit." Yuta felt his breaking point coming.

The moment the younger man would shatter was just on the horizon. It was clear to Claudio that his work was getting to Yuta, so he worked Mox's mouth more, pulling hefty noises from their sub and closing his hand harder so Mox would tighten up.

"That's it, fuck! That's it!" Yuta called out as he slammed one last time all the way into Mox.

Come spilled into Mox as he moaned, exhausted and loud. Much like Mox, it was pure heaven for Yuta as he felt his warm fluid coat the insides hugging him tightly. It felt so good Yuta had to keep thrusting into the gushy mess. Wave after wave crashed over Yuta, never-ending sparks dancing up his spine. Everything felt incredible for a long moment, but Yuta thought he deserved more.

Yuta collapsed onto Mox's chest. Both arms slid up Mox's sides as Yuta's forehead met Mox's chest. His arms easily hooked over Mox's shoulders to get leverage for the still reckless thrusts Yuta delivered. In one last burst of energy Mox managed to wrap his legs over Yuta's hips and lock his legs by crossing his ankles.

"Still want more, huh?" Yuta grunted against the skill he rested on.

"S-Stops when you say." Mox mumbled, his tone showing he had clearly given up.

"Goddamn right." Yuta grunted as he chased for more.

"Fuck, fuck, fuck." Mox whined as Yuta used his body in punishment.

"C-Claudio?" Yuta stammered out, one hand groping for his referee.

"I'm right here." Claudio shifted up onto his knees and took Yuta's hand.

"Need--" Yuta squeezed the Swiss man's hand. "Wan-want you. More--"

"Is it my lucky night, sternli?" Claudio chuckled as he moved around Yuta to settle behind him, a perfect view of Yuta's ass.

"You deserve it." Yuta groaned. "And I wanna make more of a mess."

"You want to make Jon more of a mess." Claudio placed his hands on Yuta's ass, kneading and groping him.

"Claudio." Yuta pushed back against the hands fondling his ass.

"Yuta." Mox moaned as the other nearly slipped out.

"Fuck," Yuta pushed into Mox again with a heavy shudder. "God damn it."

"Stay still, Wheeler." Claudio commented as he started to move off the bed to grab what he needed from the moved bedside table Yuta had used earlier. "Here--"

Before climbing back onto the bed, Claudio unlocked Mox's cuffs from the corners. Mox's arms fell limp onto the mattress. There was a growl from Yuta when his charge was set free, but Claudio quickly shushed that as his nimble fingers clipped Mox's cuffs together. Mox moved his arms down and dropped them over Yuta's neck, pulling him closer. Yuta turned his head in to meet in a harsh lip lock with his sub, pushing Mox down into the bed.

"Oh, fuck!" Yuta broke the kiss to moan as Claudio's lubed fingers circled his hole. "Fuck being a tease tonight, C."

"Still ever the dom, Wheeler." Claudio kissed the tense muscles along Yuta's back.

"And?" Yuta demanded, throwing a look over his shoulder. His eyes blazing with the taunt to Claudio to challenge him. Simply being bent over didn’t mean Yuta still couldn’t dom his boys.

"It's sexy." Claudio leaned forward to kiss the corner of Yuta's downturned mouth as he slid in a finger. "Love it when you tell me what to do."

"Ah." Yuta's eyes slid closed as he arched his back. "That's why you're mine." The growl came out of the smaller man, much louder and meaner than he meant but Claudio's cheeks turned rosy so Yuta ran with it. "Only use for you is getting that big dick inside me."

“Yes, Sir.” Claudio may have been trying to tease but the breathlessness in his two words told Yuta he knew it was true.

There were some words spoken in another language but Yuta was pretty sure that Claudio was cursing, mesmerized by Yuta's dirty talk. The toy Yuta used earlier on Mox was pressed against Yuta’s hole and eased in. There was a skill to it that Claudio possessed that made being stretched open the most pleasurable, erotic experience possible. The toy reached home making Yuta let out a few curses before turning his face into Mox’s neck, his lips and teeth finding skin to damage. The toy worked Yuta open in the most tantalizing way. Yuta could feel his cock twitching and pulsing inside of Mox’s warmth.

The pleasure radiating off Yuta was that of a deserving God. As if Mox and Claudio owed him this worship. Yuta wanted to come again, and maybe more, and his boys owed him that. The toy had yet to be turned on, but Claudio was expertly fucking Yuta. Soft moans started to build in his chest as he rocked into Mox while Claudio fucked him.

"Ah, that’s it.” Yuta pushed up a little so that he wouldn’t be muffled. “My personal dildo and cock warmer." Yuta grunted, his head moving so they could hear. Mox's arms tightened. "My personal sex toys."

"Wheeler," Mox moaned, his hips rolling.

“We have a nine hour drive tomorrow.” Yuta growled against Mox’s cheek. “Going to have you in the backseat.” His words came out huskier now. “Keep you on my dick the entire time.”

“Ohh.” Mox’s body shuddered at the threat.

“You’d like that, wouldn’t you, slut?” Yuta laced the words with a little condescension. “Forced to keep my cock warm. Well, maybe not forced.”

“Yes.” Mox hissed. “Please, please.”

“You don’t have to beg, slut.” Yuta tried to laugh but couldn’t get the air to do it. “It’s going to happen.”

Before either man could respond the toy was turned on. Yuta cried out and pushed into Mox as deep as possible. The vibrations passed through Yuta to ghost through Mox. Little whimpers escaped the sub as Yuta shallowly fucked into him. It felt like Claudio sent Yuta straight to the moon. Something massive and hard was pressed into Yuta’s hip as the toy eased out about half and then thrust back in.

“Oh, fuck. Your dick is going to feel so good, Claudio.” Yuta reached back with one hand to grip Claudio’s hip.

“Hm. You’re going to feel good wrapped around it.” Claudio kissed trails down Yuta’s damaged back. “For now, I’m content watching you take this toy.”

“Yeah. Fuck me, baby.” Yuta got himself up, bracing on either side of Mox’s head with his hands.

The invitation was met by Claudio. He pulled the toy out, added more lube, and pushed it back in. He continued that, forcing Yuta to relax and enjoy what was happening. There weren’t any words Yuta could form so he attacked Mox’s mouth. Violently, lips clashed with lips and hips met hips as Yuta and Mox tangled together in pleasure. Claudio’s hardon rocking against Yuta’s hip had Yuta’s dick aching, and the feeling of Mox’s wet, sloppy hole tensed tightly around him sent Yuta into the best kind of overstimulation.

To Yuta it felt like a progress bar quickly loading. Everything kept adding up and adding up until it was too much. It was a glorious feeling. Yuta could hear the whines and whimpers forming desperate words as Mox felt Yuta come deep inside him again. Passively accepting his role in Yuta’s world as his personal cumdump. Behind him was Claudio, speaking heavily about how much Yuta deserved to let go, how good and tough he was; all the while Claudio rutted against his hip. It was perfectly consuming.

“Easy, easy.” Claudio pulled the toy out with one hand while the other gently stroked the jut of Yuta’s hip.

“Fuck.” Yuta moaned as the toy slid out, the obscene sound of lube following that had everyone groaning. “That was so fucking good.”

“Your hole…” Claudio trailed off, mesmerized by Yuta’s ass.

“Feels good.” Mox mumbled, totally out of it except for feeling the multiple loads of come and lube inside him. Yuta was still nestled firmly inside, small thrusts and the cock ring helping to keep him hard. “Good. Fuck. So good.”

“That’s because you’re a fucking whore.” Yuta growled, giving a harsh thrust of his hips to both of their overstimulated bodies. “Feels good because you’re a cock slut, right? Say it, Mox.” One of Yuta’s hands came up to wrap around his sub’s throat, thumb already applying pressure.

“I’m--” Mox groaned, his eyes rolled back into his head as he leaned back to allow Yuta more room. “I’m a fucking cock slut!”

“That’s fucking right.” Yuta felt like he was zooming, his body prickling with pain and pleasure. “Whose cock slut are you, Mox?”

“Yours!” Mox called out, his already hard voice rubbed rougher from all the noise he had been making. “I’m a cock slut and I belong to you and Bryan.”

“Good boy.” Yuta leaned down to kiss Mox.

Claudio’s large hands had been kneading at the meat, what little there was, of Yuta’s backside. It was like he was in a trance, his cock still hard and aching against the beautifully bruised thigh. Without much thought, since Claudio was pretty far gone, he slid two fingers deep into his Dom. Yuta’s shout was swallowed by Mox, who realized what was happening and started devouring Yuta’s mouth as Claudio fingered him.

More lube and another finger. Skilled strokes inside of Yuta like Claudio was playing his favorite instrument. One of Yuta’s knees forced Mox’s leg up more so he could scoot up and show more of his ass. They all were on cloud nine–even Mox, who was holding up 190 pounds of pro wrestler and had a spent dick by now. Through all the fog and haze of dom space, Yuta realized they all needed this after the loss they had. Not just because Mox had tapped for Yuta, but because they needed to be close again. In that moment of clarity, Yuta yearned for Bryan. Not so that he would be in charge or do all the leg work, but because they weren’t complete without him. And this was as whole as they could get right now.

“Sternli, please?” Claudio was completely out of breath and desperate. “Please, I need--”

“Shhh.” Yuta broke away from Mox and pushed himself up again, his eyes looking over his shoulder at Claudio. “You’re allowed to fuck me now, Claudio. Take what you need, baby.”

Relief was clear on the Swiss man’s face as he moved over to center himself behind Yuta. With four fingers of one hand gently stretching Yuta out to accommodate him, Claudio’s other hand grabbed the lube and dripped a generous amount onto his throbbing cock. The fingers left, Yuta growled at the loss but it quickly faded into a moan when the thick, blunt head of Claudio pressed against his hole.

Like with most things, Yuta was always a champ about taking Claudio. The tip popped in with some force, causing a shared moan from both men. For a moment Claudio let them both adjust before easing in more. Even though Yuta was in fact a size queen, and used to taking Claudio, it wasn’t a process that could be rushed. One of Claudio’s arms wrapped around Yuta’s hips. The slow, tight glide was one of Yuta’s favorite things as Claudio made himself at home in Yuta’s hole. The burn was more intense the deeper Yuta was impaled.

The added bonus of Mox quaking around him had Yuta so far gone he didn’t know what to do with himself. Pushing off of Mox’s chest, Yuta hoisted himself up, one arm going over his shoulder to grab onto Claudio. Yuta’s back met Claudio’s front, and the hand wrapped around the back of the larger man’s neck making his chin sit on Yuta’s shoulder. The movement pushed Claudio deeper; they both groaned and Yuta arched his back.

“Don’t you,” Yuta was panting hard, his body heating up again and causing sweat to pour off of him. Bangs plastered to his forehead. “Don’t you dare--” Yuta started over, growling the words at the man fucking him. “--come inside me.”

“Y-Yes, Sir.” Claudio confirmed, though confused. Normally Yuta wanted to feel Claudio come.

“You have to ask permission.” Yuta skipped over Claudio’s confusion. “Now get that cock all the way inside me.”

“Yes, Sir.” Claudio groaned, his head moving to be tucked against Yuta’s neck with his forehead on the smaller man’s shoulder. Both of Claudio’s arms were wound around Yuta to hold him up. “Anything for you, Sternli.”

“Good boy.” Yuta smiled lazily, turning to kiss Claudio’s temple. “As for you--” Yuta turned his attention back to Mox, his hand coming out of nowhere to smack Mox across the face. “You didn’t think I forgot about my favorite hole, did you?” Another smack.

“N-No.” Mox blinked hard a few times. His eyes were vacant and Yuta got a kick out of being the one to create that look.

“Does it feel good to still have my cock in you, Mox?” Yuta rubbed the reddened cheek just above Mox’s beard as the cuffed man nodded. “Say it then.”

“It feels fucking good to still have your cock in me.” Mox’s eyes fluttered a little as he rolled his hips.

“You should be grateful to even have my dick after what you did tonight.” Yuta scowled as he slapped the other man again. “Fuck, Claudio, that feels good.” The soft shallow thrusts sent waves of pleasure over him.

“I am grateful.” Mox moaned as Claudio’s thrusting started to transfer to him. “Grateful for your cock, Yuta.” Now that Mox’s hands weren’t cuffed down he brought them cuffed together to Yuta’s throat where the bruises from Hangman’s chain decorated his Dom. “Grateful for your come. Grateful for you.”

“You’re grateful I still let you be my greedy bitch.” Yuta’s voice got darker. Comforting hands squeezed him as Claudio slowly fucked him. “Grateful for my spit too.”

Instead of repeating the words Mox opened his mouth like an offering to his God. That made Yuta’s head spin. The hands holding him up loosened some as Yuta leaned down. One of his hands gripped Mox’s chin while he spat into the offered mouth. Mox swallowed without hesitation so Yuta did it again.

“Fuck.” Claudio cursed over Yuta’s shoulders, his thrusts going deeper and his pace speeding up. The sight alone got him going and Yuta felt too good around him to hold back that much.

“That’s it, C. Fuck me.” Yuta growled. He reached out to grab Mox’s cuffed hands and brought them over his head. The links between the cuffs were held down by Yuta’s hand as he braced himself on the bed. “You’ve been good, Moxie. Maybe you deserve a reward.”

“Reward?” Mox moaned, his body being shook by the harder work of Claudio.

“Yeah. A reward…” Yuta trailed off, his body leaning a little to one side so he could reach between them and take Mox’s soft, aching cock in hand.

“Wheeler.” Mox whined as his eyes slammed shut. The light grip alone was enough to send quakes through him. “Fuck, oh fuck. Please?”

“Please what? I bet you don’t even know.” Yuta teased the head of Mox’s cock. “You wanna come again for me, Moxie?” Yuta grinned as Mox shook his head quickly. “Does it matter what you want?”

“No.” Mox groaned and kept shaking his head.

“Good boy.” Yuta reached out to fondle Mox’s sore balls, making him gasp and twitch.

“You know who does deserve to come again?” Claudio asked, his head still resting on Yuta’s shoulder as he fucked into the smaller man.

“Who?” Yuta asked back as he gave a light tug on Mox.

“You.” Claudio started kissing Yuta's neck.

"You're right." Yuta was glowing. Both of these men were working to bring Yuta pleasure and that went straight to his head. "Make me come then."

"I will, Sir." Claudio grunted, taking the challenge seriously as he bent Yuta over more to get a better angle.

"Oh, fuck!" Yuta moaned loudly and had to drop onto his elbow. The other hand was still torturing Mox's balls.

"Wheeler." Mox whined, shaking his head. "Can't--" Mox let out a horse shout when Yuta tugged harder. "Need--?" It was hard for him to gather his words.

"Fuck do you need, slut? You're getting what you deserve." Yuta said through gritted teeth as Claudio sped up.

"Gag?" Mox finally got the word out, his body twitching and jerking at the attention he was getting.

"Ah." Yuta mumbled. "Of course." He grabbed the blindfold that was just a bandana and stuffed that into Mox’s mouth, making him gag a little. "Better?"

"Ymm." Mox nodded as he bit down on the cloth.

"Good. 'Cause I don't want to ruin the neighbors’ night doing this-" Yuta gave a cruel squeeze to Mox's balls, making him scream. Luckily it was muffled. "Fuck yeah. Love that." The tensed, pained muscles gripping Yuta made him feel lightheaded.

"Feels so good." Claudio moaned. "Him tensing up makes you tighter, Wheeler."

"Feels fucking great." Yuta closed his eyes as he felt himself succumb to the feeling of being sandwiched between both of them. "This is where you both belong."

"Fuck." Claudio shook his head, his hands gripping Yuta's hips harder.

"Mhm." Mox made some sort of sound but nothing got through so he bucked his hips.

"Ha. He wants more, C." Yuta let his hand return to Mox's shaft and give that a good squeeze.

Everyone moaned together when Mox cried out and thrashed under them. The tight heat pawing at Yuta's sanity intensified and Claudio took that moment to start thrusting harder. Yuta felt the shift of Claudio putting one foot on the bed to fuck him better. His large cock hit Yuta just right deep inside. With the edge fast approaching, Yuta released Mox's cock and gave it a few good slaps. The gag kept all of Mox's noises down but it drove Yuta crazy. The reactions he was getting made him want to stay right here forever.

The tension bled out of Mox. He relaxed and went limp on the bed. Yuta gathered his breath and shifted his hips so Claudio could get more out of him. It was too close to ending and Yuta wasn't ready so he gave himself and Mox a moment to rest. A little denial for Claudio since Yuta knew he liked to work for it. One large arm wrapped around Yuta’s middle.

“You are such a tease.” Claudio groaned in his ear, breathless and helpless to Yuta’s control over their joint pleasure. “Bring it home, sternli.”

“If you insist.” Yuta sighed but took the signal. There was no telling what time it was at this point. “You ready to finish this off, big guy?” Yuta grinned at the whine his sub made around the gag.

Yuta’s firm hand wrapped around Mox’s cock again, he could feel Mox trying to get hard again. The jumps and twitches against his palm made Yuta moan. His hips started rolling, eyes closing as he let him go and tried to focus on the moment. Feeling everything both men had to give him after he gave so much for them.

Mox bucked up against Yuta again, trying to beg for more without words. It would be funny if Yuta wasn’t so turned on. His hand gave one final, mean jerk of Mox’s cock before reaching down to palm his balls. The tired eyes looking up at Yuta were pleading for more, and as far as Yuta was concerned it was his job to give more. So he started to grip Mox’s sorest area and give his sac a rough twist.

It worked like magic and Yuta felt everything start to topple over. His body started to shudder as Mox arched off the bed and cried into his arm. Yuta was barely even able to fuck into Mox with how tight he tensed up, and Claudio knew exactly when to start heading for home. His thrusts rocked Yuta to his core. Hard, long, deep assaults on Yuta’s hole; his only mission was to get Yuta off.

“Fuck! That’s--” Yuta choked on his own words as he came deep inside Mox. Again.

It felt never-ending. Little tugs made Mox convulse and milk Yuta’s cock in a way that made his orgasm stretch out at Mox’s expense. Through the haze of it, Yuta could see Mox’s cock trying so hard to come again. Finally, as Yuta came down from the high, he let go of Mox’s balls and slumped forward onto him with a huge sigh. Claudio pushed deep into Yuta’s warm hole and held the base of his cock, trying to push off his orgasm and wait for permission.

“Please?” Claudio finally broke, his voice had a tremor through it. “Wheeler, I can’t--”

“Shh. Claudio, easy. I haven’t forgotten.” Yuta knew he was taking a little too long to be fair so he pushed himself up and finally pulled out of Mox’s sloppy hole. “Oh, fuck.”

“Yeah…” Claudio mumbled in agreement as he watched.

“You want that, right?” Yuta smirked at the look on Claudio’s face.

“I do.” Claudio looked so close to breaking.

“Finish inside him.” Yuta shifted and started to pull away.

Both of them groaned at the loss but Claudio was quick. Maybe Mox had shut off or just hadn’t heard, but he jumped when Claudio’s huge hands grabbed his hips without much thought to the bruises and injuries. Quickly, Claudio had Mox’s shoulders down on the bed, holding Mox’s hips as he pushed all the way inside. It was partially a high stack, and Yuta didn’t miss that. Claudio was pinning Mox. Asserting himself over the other. If Yuta hadn’t just had an earth shattering orgasm he would have gotten hard again.

“Fuck!” Claudio grunted as he worked himself in and out with ease. “You know how to tighten up, Jon.”

“Just slap his balls.” Yuta teased but Claudio did just that.

“Ah!” Mox cried out, his back arching but he couldn’t move as Claudio pinning him.

“Better.” Claudio moaned, letting his head fall back and enjoying himself.

Mox whimpered at another few smacks. The feeling had Claudio’s hips stuttering and snapping hard. He was so close. Yuta leaned up quickly to kiss him. Both of Yuta’s hands grabbed Claudio by the neck, much like he would in the ring, and directed the Swiss man into a hard kiss. While Yuta swept Claudio’s mouth he must have smacked Mox again because the sub thrashed under them and Claudio moaned loudly against his mouth before breaking off to breathe.

Claudio was beautiful when he came–no less than he usually was. The light flush of his cheeks and chest, the battle wounds and scars, the tensed muscles. Yuta watched as the larger man kept giving Mox shaky, shallow thrusts as he came down from his own high.

“You look so hot.” Yuta grinned, leaning forward to kiss him again but softer. “Pull out. I wanna see what he looks like.”

“Shit, Wheeler.” Claudio laughed as he slowly eased out. “You’re still going?”

“Kinda.” Yuta grinned back at the Swiss man. “Look. How can you not when he looks like that?”

“...You’re right.” Claudio moaned as he watched Mox’s gaping hole. “Here.” He reached down to take the gag out. “Color?”

“Green.” Mox mumbled like he didn’t even care that they were admiring his ass like this.

“He’s just as bad as you.” Claudio teased as he watched Yuta gather the come and lube around Mox’s hole and push it back in.

“Fuck…” Mox let out a low moan. “God damn.”

“Like that?” Yuta chuckled. “Hang on. There’s someone else who’d like to see this.” Yuta stretched over to reach his phone on the bedside table and pulled the camera out.

“Bry?” Mox lit up a little.

“Yeah. For Bry.” Yuta held his phone up and without even having to ask, Claudio reached out to hold Mox’s cheeks open so he could get a clear view.

“Fuck you guys.” Mox grunted but there was no real threat. “When’d I ‘come a porn star?”

“You could have done well as a porn star if wrestling hadn’t worked out.” Claudio gave the bruised ass under his hand a hard smack.

“You’re our porn star, big guy.” Yuta shifted back. “You wanna see if we can get Bryan to call us?” Mox’s eyes shot open and he nodded quickly. “Alright. Claudio, push everything back in again, like I did. Really sell it for the camera, Moxie.”

“You got it.” Claudio made sure Yuta was recording.

The video started as Claudio circled Mox’s twitching hole, gathering the fluids that had leaked up. His fingers ran over the puffy rim making Mox gasp and jerk against Claudio’s grip. After a few seconds of teasing Claudio pushed two of his large fingers into Mox.

“Bry.” Mox moaned loudly, making a show of it and arching as Claudio finger fucked him a little. That little whining undertone that everyone knew Mox used to drive Bryan crazy. “Fuck, Bry.”

Yuta cut the video and sat back on his heels, having to take a moment to breathe. Mox could play dirty and he knew how to play the filthy devotion between the two of them well. It was always hot to watch, but to see Mox really play it up made Yuta want to go again. Instead he sent a few photos and then the video with the caption “it’s done (except your part).”

The best part to Yuta was that in a few minutes they’d all be in the bathroom, taking showers and cleaning up, which meant they’d miss Bryan’s horny call. Yuta figured he owed a little fun to Bryan, too. Maybe he would follow through on the threat to make Mox his cock warmer for the entire trip home and drive Bryan a little crazy with that.

“You ready, sternli?” Claudio asked as he finally let Mox lie flat on the bed and started working off his cuffs.

“Yeah. Let’s get cleaned up. Hey,” Yuta leaned over Mox.

“What?” Mox grumbled but was clearly on cloud nine.

“You did good, Mox.” Yuta sealed the statement with a sweet kiss.

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