#bray wyatt fanfiction

[mamirhodessxox]

NIKKKIIIII

[toriluvsnickwayne]

Double Dates

Bo Dallas x Reader

Requested : yes/no

After some convincing from a mutual friend Y/N and Jojo decide to agree to go on a blind double date.

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Lana corners Y/N and Jojo backstage at the arena, a sly grin spreading across her face. "Girls, I have a proposition for you..."

"What is it, Lana?" Y/N asks, adjusting her entrance gear.

"I've got two friends who are brothers, and they're looking for a double date... blind double date, to be exact," Lana says, her voice low and conspiratorial.

Jojo raises an eyebrow, checking her makeup in a mirror. "Blind double date? You mean, we don't know anything about them?"

"Exactly!" Lana replies. "But trust me, they're great guys. And who knows, maybe you'll even hit it off... you could use some fun, Y/N!"

Y/N playfully rolls her eyes. "Hey, I have plenty of fun... but okay, fine. Who are these mystery brothers?"

Lana just winks. "All I'll say is... they're in the business. And they're interested in meeting you both."

"Girl, I'm so nervous! What if our dates are total duds?" Y/N exclaims, fidgeting with her sweater as Jojo does her hair.

"Aww, don't be! We're in this together, and who knows, maybe we'll even have a blast with these guys," Jojo replies, securing a stray curl.

"I know, right? I'm trying not to think about it... but I do know they're brothers," Y/N says, raising an eyebrow.

"Yeah, that's all we know! The mysterious brothers... I wonder what they're like," Jojo adds, intrigued.

"Okay, but if things go south, we're making a break for it and getting ice cream, deal?" Y/N asks, eyes sparkling.

"Deal! And remember, we're doing this together - blind double date, here we go!" Jojo says, grinning as they head out to meet their mysterious dates.

Y/N and Jojo giggle nervously as they slide into the backseat of the car, trying to calm their jitters.

"Okay, so we know nothing about them except they're brothers... this is wild," Y/N whispers to Jojo.

"I know, right? I hope they're not, like, creepy or anything," Jojo replies, checking her phone for what feels like the hundredth time.

The driver, a friendly woman, asks about their favorite music, and Y/N and Jojo eagerly discuss their shared love of indie rock.

As they approach the restaurant, Y/N's nerves start to flutter again - what will these mysterious brothers be like?

Jojo gives Y/N's hand a reassuring squeeze - they're in this together, after all!

Y/N and Jojo arrive at the restaurant, looking stylish and a bit nervous.

They approach the front desk, where a friendly hostess greets them. "Hi, welcome! Do you have a reservation?"

Y/N smiles. "Yeah, we're meeting some... friends. Lana made the reservation."

The hostess nods, checking her book. "Ah, yes! Right this way, please."

She leads them to a cozy table in the back, where two guys are already seated, sipping drinks.

Y/N's heart skips a beat as she takes in the sight of Bo, looking handsome and relaxed in a button-down shirt.

Jojo, meanwhile, can't help but notice Bray's intense gaze, his eyes fixed on her as they approach.

The hostess introduces them, and they exchange awkward but charming hellos.

As they sit down, Y/N whispers to Jojo, "Well, this is it... wish us luck!"

Jojo grins back, "We got this!"

- As they sit down, Bo stands up to greet Y/N, his smile warm and friendly. "Hey, I'm Bo. It's great to finally meet you."

Y/N feels a spark of electricity as their hands touch briefly. "Yeah, same to you. I'm Y/N."

Bray, meanwhile, nods at Jojo, his eyes never leaving hers. "Bray. Nice to meet you, Jojo."

Jojo feels a shiver run down her spine as she smiles back at him. "Likewise, Bray."

The conversation starts a bit awkwardly, but as they order drinks and start talking, Y/N and Jojo begin to relax.

Bo regales them with stories of his wrestling antics, making Y/N giggle.

Bray, meanwhile, engages Jojo in a deep conversation about art and music, surprising her with his thoughtful insights.

As the night wears on, Y/N and Jojo can't help but sneak glances at each other, both thinking... this might actually work out!

As the main courses arrive, Bo turns to Y/N and asks, "So, what do you like to do for fun?"

As they finish their meals and order dessert, Y/N and Jojo can't help but notice the chemistry between them and their dates.

Bo reaches out and playfully brushes a strand of hair behind Y/N's ear, sending shivers down her spine.

Bray, meanwhile, covers Jojo's hand with his own, his touch sending sparks through her body.

As the night winds down, Bo and Bray get up to pay the bill, leaving Y/N and Jojo alone at the table.

"Oh my god, can you believe those two?" Jojo whispers to Y/N, fanning herself dramatically.

"I know, right? Bo is so charming and sweet!" Y/N replies, giggling.

"And Bray is so intense and brooding! I love it," Jojo adds, swooning.

Just then, Bo and Bray return, smiling and laughing together.

"Ready to go?" Bo asks Y/N, offering his arm.

Y/N takes it, and they all exit the restaurant together.

As soon as they're in the car, Y/N and Jojo burst into squeals and giggles.

"OH MY GOD, THAT WAS AMAZING!" Y/N screams.

- "I KNOW, RIGHT? BO IS JUST PERFECT FOR YOU!” Jojo adds.

- "AND BRAY WAY SO NICE AND SWEET TO YOU!" Y/N fangirls.

They continue to scream and laugh, reliving the highlights of their date.

"Best. Night. Ever," Y/N declares, still grinning from ear to ear.

Author’s Note : heyyyy I almost didn’t feel like putting out a story tdy. Not in the best mood from yesterdays summerslam and now ive torn abt breaking up w my boyfriend but that’s a story for another time. Js been contemplating if once I finish writing getting hooked and was gonna write that love story w Dom,Damian, and jey since the judgment days broken up. I’m sure I’ll figure it out and if I have to I’ll change a few characters maybe. I js know tmr Monday night raw will be a BLAST and can not wait especially since im going to see it. I live in Philly so its kinda(not rlly) close as always lots of loveeeeee- Tori❤️❤️

[thlayli-ra]

I'll never understand why people hated this feud when we got LA Knight gagged and strapped to a chair with a shredded shirt, I mean.... 🤷‍♀️

[unoficialy-married-to-ace-austin]

Can you do a story for yandere Bray Wyatt where he falls for Sami Zayn's sister, who's in the bloodline?

Come Back My Little Lamb (chapter 1/?)

Story Summary: There was a time you would give anything for bray, where you belonged to him. But after leaving you for Alexa, you were broken and Sami had to pick up the pieces. But now he’s back and ready to take you back. series masterlist

Chapter Summary: After your brother turned on the bloodline, you are put in a familiar situation.

An: I really liked this idea, so I decided to make this a short series. I don’t know how many chapters, but I want to keep it shorter.

warnings: yandere!bray wyatt, nightmares, phycological abuse, physical abuse,

Taglist: @fiskers7136 @peachmango-kombucha @kcloveswrestling @bellalutionn @xkennyxomegax @tummyyellin @legit9thlunaticwarrior @auburnwrites @melissahausen @thesusbunny @writtingrose

You were frozen in place, horrified at what had happened. Your brother, Sami, had attacked Roman. After a year of proving ourselves to the bloodline, he had attacked them over Kevin. And of course, they retaliated. Now, the bloodline had left the ring and medics were helping your brother and Kevin.

And you were crouching in the corner of the ring. Alone.

The sound of the crowed had completely disappeared, and you were only pulled away from your mind when the ref touched your arm.

“Come on,” he motioned for you to exit the ring. You just nodded, following the man backstage. You felt the eyes of people following you, and without thinking your arms wrapped around your body. As though trying to hide from anyone.

What the hell were you supposed to do now? When Sami came up with the idea of joining the bloodline, you thought it was stupid. Why the hell would a group so focused on family let two random siblings join them?

But, you agreed to follow him. You owed it to Sami after everything he had done for you over almost two years. Even when they let you both in, you were careful about it. The last time you were in a group you were destroyed, and you didn’t want to end up there again.

“Paul!” You called out, seeing the Wise man backstage. He turned, his face falling when he saw you. He hurried over, pulling you to the side of the hall.

“Y/n, I have to suggest you leave the tribal chief and everyone alone for a couple of days.” You frowned at his words.

“Paul, I didn’t know this was going to happen! I-“

“I believe you y/n, I really do,” he cut you off. “Everyone knows your… commitment to this, but you have to see their side of it,” he explained.

“How long?” You practically whispered, anxiety rolling through your body.

“Just… give it time,” he repeated. He clasped you on the shoulder then walked away, leaving you alone.

“Ok,” you mumbled to yourself.

You gave it another hour before going to the locker room, finding your things neatly placed next to the door. At least they didn’t take their anger out on this. You grabbed your things and found an exit, but stoped in your tracks. You didn’t have a ride back to the hotel. The bloodline was gone, and Sami must have gotten a ride from someone. Apparently you should have found a ride instead of hiding backstage.

“Fuck..”

“You should watch your tongue,” a voice spoke from behind you. A voice that haunted your nightmares.

You stood still, refusing to give him any attention, but you could hear him coming up behind you.

“I know you heard me love,” he whispered, now next to you. He was silent after that, watching you. His gaze felt like fire, and you finally looked up at him. He had changed into more comfortable clothes, and his braids were pulled away from his face.

“I saw what happened, are you ok?”

“Quit the question for you to ask,” you mumbled. You wanted to turn away, but you couldn’t bring yourself to.

“I worry about you,” he reached out to run his finger down your face, cupping your chin lightly. Without thinking, you leaned into the feeling. No matter how dangerous he was, he always brought a feeling of safety. “My little lamb…”

Those words seemed to snap you out of it, and practically jumped away from him. “Don’t!” You snapped, glaring at him. “Don’t ever call me that again.” You wanted him to look hurt, or angry, but instead he looked amused.

“How are you getting home sweetheart?” He smirked, knowing you didn’t have a ride. While think of an excuse, you caught a glimpse of Bianca and Montez. You didn’t really know them, but it was your escape.

“Bianca!” You called out, waving for her. She looked confused for a moment, but when she spotted Bray she seemed to understand. She whispered something to Montez before walking towards you.

“Hey! How are you doing?”

“Not nearly as good as you. A hell of a match,” you complimented.

“Thanks for waiting, you ready to go?” Montez asked, motioning to the bags next to you.

“Don’t worry about it!”

“Can we help You?” Bianca asked, looking at Bray.

“Just saying hello to an old friend,” you smiled at them. “Have a wonderful Night y/n.” You couldn’t remember the last time he called you by your actual name. You watched him walk away before Bianca touched your arm.

“You ok?”

“Not sure,” you admitted. “Thanks for saving me.”

“Don’t worry about it,” Montez offered a smile.

“You need a ride, right?” Bianca asked.

“Ya,” you mumbled, slightly embarrassed. You arrived with the biggest name in wwe, and now you didn’t have a ride to the hotel.

“Come on,” Montez grabbed a bag, and you quickly tried to take it back.

“I can get my own bag-“

“I’ve got it,” he assured while Bianca grabbed her and her husband’s bags. You sighed but picked up your own bag to follow them.

The ride to the hotel was silent, and uncomfortable. You hated asking them for a ride, it made you feel weak. Like you couldn’t handle yourself. When you arrived at the hotel, you practically jumped out of the car with your things.

“Thank you, again. I really appreciate it,” you told the two of them.

“Seriously, it’s no trouble,” Bianca assured you. She pulled you into a hug, and it surprised you but you returned it. “If you need anything, give me a call,” she whispered in your ear. You didn’t tell her you didn’t have her number.

While the two of them went to their room, you went to the front desk. You had been sharing a room with Sami, but you weren’t sure you wanted to see him.

“Can I help You?” The worker asked when you approached her.

“I was wondering if you had an empty room?” She typed something on the computer in front of you, and just the look on her face told you it was bad news. “I’m sorry ma’am, but we are completely booked for the night.” Your eyes slid closed for a moment before nodding.

“Thank you for checking.” You mumbled and walked away. You left the building, pulling your phone out to search for the closest place to rent a car. You’d have to get a car, sleep in it for the night, and drive home tomorrow. ———————

You hummed lightly, your head resting against Bray’s knee. He was in his rocking chair, slowly petting your hair.

“You did so well tonight, my lamb,” he whispered. His hand moved to tilt your chin up, giving him a look at the bruise growing in your face. While helping him win a match you had got super kicked, almost getting knocked out.

“Really?”

He smiled at the look you were giving him. Your eyes were wide, staring at him like he was a god. Exactly how he wanted you to.

“Really. I’m so proud of you,” he pulled his hands away, making your smile fall. “Come here my little lamb,” he motioned for you to rise and climb onto his lap. Which you immediately did.

“Give me a kiss, little lamb.” You listened, leaning in to kiss him. You allowed him to control the speed of the kiss, loving the way his hands rubbed your hips. His touch was like drugs, and you were addicted. “Stupid little lamb…” he mumbled against your lips, making you frown.

“What..?” Before you could fully ask he shoved you to the ground roughly, your head hitting the ground causing you to let out a small moan.

“You got distracted, and if you’d been paying attention you wouldn’t have gotten hurt. I thought you were smartes then that.”

You felt tears welling up in your eyes. “I-I wasn’t distracted!”

“So I’m a liar?”

“No! That’s not-“

“It doesn’t matter, you should have gotten involved sooner.” Your head fell, tears flowing freely down your face. The pain in your head was nothing compared to the pain his words caused.

He stood up, and walked to where you were kneeling. “Look at me.”

You glanced up, jumping slightly when it was Roman instead of Bray. You also noticed your gear had changed as you were now wearing a blood line shirt. He grabbed a handful of your hair, forcing you to look up.

“This is your fault. You should have gotten involved sooner!” He shiver your face away.

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You shot up, trying to catch your breath. Your neck hurt from sleeping in the car, and you were sweating from your nightmare. You hadn’t dreamed about him I’m so long, and you never dreamed about Roman. You wouldn’t let history repeat itself. You would stay with the blood line, you had to.

[sydsaint]

I swear he is SO FINE. 😤😤

Summary: The reader and LA Knight chat about Bray Wyatt on an episode of Smackdown.

"You know, I am getting tired of having this conversation with you, Adam." You confront Pearce once again. "And I can imagine that you're tired of hearing me give the speech." You add. "But for the love of god, Adam. What could Sonya possibly have on you that you keep on making matches for her that she doesn't need?"

Pearce scratches the back of his neck sheepishly. "It's nothing like that." He assures you.

"Right, I'm sure." You nod skeptically. "Look, Hunter and I have agreed that when it comes to Sonya Deville. You are no longer authorized to schedule matches or anything else for her. If she needs something, she can come to ask me or Hunter for it." You inform him.

"Got it." Pearce nods. "Is that it? Because I've got stuff that I need to get down to the production truck."

You nod and send Pearce on his way. He walks off and you pull out your phone to check your schedule for the night.

You aren't alone for long and are graced by the presence of the one and only LA Knight.

"Y/N. There's my favorite general manager." Knight greets you in his usual flirty manner. "How are you doing tonight, dollface?" He asks you.

"Knight." You put your phone down and notice his unusual outfit. "Changing up your wardrobe, I see." You comment on it. "Interesting choice."

Knight chuckles with a playful smile. "Ah come on, Y/N." He teases you. "We both know that I look good in anything, darlin'."

"One could make that assumption, yes." You shrug. "But honestly, disheveled backwoods hillbilly isn't the best look." You admit. "I mean, you're dressed like that psycho Bray Wyatt used to."

It takes a second for you to decipher the sly look on Knight's face. But once you've grasped what he's up to, you shake your head.

"Figure it out, gorgeous?" Knight asks you with a chuckle.

"I did, yes." You nod. "And I look forward to seeing how all of that turns out." You giggle. "It should turn out to be quite the show. If you survive."

Knight chuckles again and bows his head. "Ouch. You don't hold back, do you?" He teases you. "Yeah, it's dangerous. But I like living on the edge. Plus, I have a sneaking suspicion that a certain Smackdown GM won't let anything happen to her favorite megastar." He grins at you.

"Oh really now?" You raise a brow at Knight. "Don't get too full of yourself now, Knight." You warn him. "Confidence is sexy. But don't go getting it mistaken for arrogance."

The moment is apparent with a certain sexual tension in the air. Neither you nor Knight is willing to be the one that breaks eye contact first. However, the tension in the room is broken when the US champ comes around the corner looking for whoever is in charge.

"Excuse me, sweetheart." Austin walks up to you with a smug grin.

You turn away from Knight with a raised brow and look at Austin. "Yes? Can I help you with something?" You ask him.

"You sure can, sweetie." Austin grins. "I'm looking for Adam Pearce? I don't suppose that a babe like you knows anything about where he is?" He asks you.

You glance over at Knight for a split second before turning back to Austin. "He's busy at the moment." You inform Theory. "Down at the production truck, I believe. Why? What can we help you with?"

"We?" Austin replies. "What? Are you his assistant or something?" He asks you. "Good for Pearce. Keeping a babe like you at his side is a nice little perk." He chuckles.

"Right..." You press your lips together to hide a laugh and glance at Knight again.

You go to break the news to Theory that it's more like Pearce is your assistant and not the latter. But before you can, Knight steps in on your behalf.

"Wow! You're a cocky little fucker, ain't you buddy." He chuckles. "I'm afraid that you're batting a little above your pay grade with this one, my man," Knight informs Theory.

"Pfft." Austin scoffs. "What's that supposed to mean old man?" He asks Knight. "Ain't you a little old to be hitting on her?"

Knight keeps his cool with a grin on his face. "And ain't you a little fresh off the boat to be hitting on the boss?" He fires right back. "This 'babe' right here? She could have your job and the rest of your woefully uninteresting career in the blink of an eye."

"Okay!" You put a hand on Knight's shoulder. "I think he gets it. And I believe that you're about to be late for your scheduled 10 minutes to mess with Bray Wyatt." You remind him.

Knight backs down at your request but gives Austin one last mean look. "I'll see you after the show, gorgeous." He turns to you briefly. "Don't let this overhyped fuckboy mess with ya too much while I'm gone."

"Mhm." You hum. "Goodbye, Knight. And good luck with Bray." You wave to Knight as he walks off before you turn to Austin. "Now. Where were we?" You ask him.

"Are you really Pearce's boss?" Austin asks you.

You nod and pat Austin's shoulder. "Directly to Hunter himself." You confirm. "What can I do for you, Austin?"

You help out Theory with what he needs and decide to see how LA Knight has been fairing against Bray so far. When you check on the tv monitors you find Knight teasing Bray from inside the ring. At the top of the ramp, Bray doesn't look happy.

With a worried feeling in the back of your mind, you walk over to the backstage crew and catch the attention of one of them. "Be ready to go out there and keep them from fighting." You warn them. "Keep an eye on Bray."

The crew nods and does as told. And sure enough, your gut feeling proves to be right. Tired of being teased and mocked by Knight, Bray heads down to attack him.

Your warning to the backstage crew is enough to get them out to the ramp before Bray can advance on Knight. They drag Bray backstage and accompany Knight through the curtain after he's gone.

"I knew you liked me too much to let me get attacked by that weirdo." Knight grins at you when he comes through the curtain.

"Yeah yeah." You roll your eyes. "This is your only bailout, Knight." You warn him. "On Saturday you're on your own, big man."

Knight chuckles with a confident grin. "I think that I'll be okay." He insists. "Plus if I end up getting hurt something tells me that I'll be getting some special treatment." He teases you.

"Mhm." You roll your eyes again. "Go back to the locker room and get cleaned up. You're covered in sweat."

"Wanna come with me?" Knight asks you. "There's plenty of room for two in there." He grins down at you.

"Yeah, keep dreaming." You giggle.

"Every night, sweetheart," Knight replies before he walks off.

[akashi-reddeath]

The Cult of Wyatt - Sons of Wyatt

[ratingsrebecca]

Someone should make queer Bray Wyatt fanfic and call it “Yaoi Wowie”.

[aleisters]

taliesin, old, he/it, 🐾

i changed my url from moxley

posts about wrestling, incoherently and constantly

i post fanfiction intermittently. is it rpf? who knows. decent amount of dead dove type stuff in there though. i think i can always write worse things and should strive for that

i don't tag nsfw or triggers or almost anything else for that matter. this is fine. you don't need to follow me if this bothers you.

darby allin is my primary number 1 little guy. other little guys include the house of black, the young bucks, jon moxley, bray wyatt, among others

i almost never check who follows me, if you are a wrestling blog and want a follow back you need to get my attention

[rachels-dollhouse]

It has been a few days since I woke up one morning to receive the heartbreaking news of Bray Wyatt's sudden passing. I couldn't believe it at first. Didn't want to. But the news was everywhere. Died from a heart attack at the age of 36 and two weeks shy from returning to the ring, Jesus fucking Christ. How unfair is that? It's too cruel. Too cruel for words.

Let me tell y'all what Bray Wyatt meant to me. He was one of my favorite wrestlers of all time, all the way back when he was at NXT. He made me excited to go watch wrestling each week, I absolutely loved him. That Southern cult leader persona fell right into my interest of anything related to horror and he was absolutely captivating to watch. Talented with the mic and talented in the ring. He filled me with inspiration. He was the first wrestler I wrote fanfiction about when I was 18 years old. For many years to come, he remained one of my favorite wrestlers.

Ever since that day, I couldn't stop grieving. Constantly stuck in this state of sadness, feeling like I will never run out of tears to cry. But then, today, it struck me.

Bray Wyatt will never truly be dead.

Someone in my life once told me this: a person can only be considered dead once there isn't anybody left to remember them. As long as that someone will be remembered and mentioned, they will continue to live on, even if their physical bodies are no longer with us.

There is no doubt that Bray will be remembered and shall be continued to do so by the entire WWE Universe, by us, the fans. Hell, he will be likely mentioned for decades to come, just like the wrestlers from the beginning of the 20th century! And of course, others will continue to remember him too. His family. His wife. His kids. Bo. Braun. Erick.

Of course the same would go for Brodie and Jay as well. And let's not forget about all other wrestlers who have tragically passed away.

Sorry if this seemed a little ramble-y, but I found the most comfort in this thought, it did help me to cope. In a sense, Bray will never truly die. He will always be with us. As long as he shall be remembered.

Thank you so much for everything, Bray Wyatt.

We will never forget you.

[daddyhausen]

smutty bray wyatt

i have to, i’m going through it

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{ warnings } — 18 + { minors do not interact }, caging, gagging, ring gag, collaring, restraints, bondage, cnc, free use, oral sex { male receiving } dacryphilia, submissive / dominant dynamic, mild pet play, sexual prisoner { consensual } , male + female orgasms, multiple orgasms, vaginal sex, penetrative sex, rough sex, unprotected sex, forced orgasms, forced breeding, internal cumshots, vaginal creampie

{ word count } — 906

{ pairing } — fem!reader x bray wyatt

{ genre } — smut

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as you came to you senses the scenario felt all too familiar

there you were, naked, bound and gagged

wrists restrained with taut rope, leaving friction burns the more you struggled to free yourself

spit gathering across the metallic ring that pried your mouth open

now dripping down your chin and neck

it had come to your attention that your surroundings seemed far more enclosed than normal

normally only your wrists would be bound but in this case you could not move an inch even if you wanted to

your eyes widening upon the realisation that he had locked you in a cage

your hips bound with rope at the entrance

”i’m sorry for such inhumane tactics, my pet”

his voice called out through the darkness of the corridor

echoing as he entered the near-empty room he kept you in

“but i couldn’t have you escaping on me now, could i?”

he made his way before you, standing directly in your line of vision

kneeling down so he was level with you

he gripped your chin lightly, prying your gaze up to meet his

“teach you to not run away from me again”

your eyes grew glassy as he stood up again

freeing his cock from the restraint of his jeans

the half-hard appendage rested idly in his palm as he slowly began to jerk himself off

“come to think of it, i think your punishment is due”

no matter how much you tried to squirm free it proved no use

your restraints only grew tighter

“don’t be shy, my pet.”

he pressed the tip of his cock flat against your tongue

“take all of my cock”

slowly he began to force himself down your throat

holding it there for the moment while you sputtered and gagged around him

he merely chuckled at the sight, adoring the sound

he pulled back for a moment, allowing your a few seconds of breath before repeating

this time taking no precautions

fucking your throat with such reckless intent

“you should know better than to run from me, my pet”

he growled through gritted teeth

hands gripping the top of the cage until his knuckles burned bone white

“i’ll always find you”

your eyes stung with salty tears

spit dripping down your chin

yet you could not help but become overwhelmed with arousal

this had become such common practice that you actually began to enjoy it

getting wet at the mere thought of him using your holes for his pleasure

“i’m the only one who can keep you safe. the world is too dangerous for a pretty little plaything like you”

you peered up at him, practically accepting your fate as he used your throat

without warning, he came

leaving you choking on his white hot seed

he pulled out from your lips with haste

adoring the sight of your struggling to swallow his cum,

the way it mixed with your spit and tears

“you need to learn your place, my pet”

he grunted breathlessly, making his way behind you

calloused fingertips teasing your sensitive pearl

swiping up your slick folds

“i’m gonna fill up your cunt again. make you full with my child. make you my little breeding bitch.”

he lined his cock up with your entrance

smirking down as you already began to buck your hips against his size

“i’m going to make you my mindless little cockslave, then you’ll never think about running away again, little one”

he roughly forced himself past your slick walls

stretching you out so deliciously

you could not help but cry out in pleasure

hips bucking as far as they could to meet the rhythm of his thrusts

stomach aching with built up arousal

“you’re mine. no one else can have you.”

each thrust was pure heaven

slow and rough. filling you with his size completely before pulling back

only to repeat himself over and over again

“i own this cunt! i’m the only one who gets to breed it”

his words were met with small whimpers as you unexpectedly released around him

to which he continued to fuck you through your orgasm

“oh come on little one, you can do better than that” he chuckled darkly

“i know you got a few more left in you”

he increased his speed

not even letting you relish in your release before another orgasm flooded your veins

he paused momentarily, giving you a mild break so he could recoup.

he did not want any of his seed to go to waste

he began to move once more, as fast and as rough as he could muster

your third orgasm on the brink of release

your sweetness gushing down your thighs as you came

“that’s it, my pet. only i can make you cum like this”

floods of your orgasm washed over you in waves

drenching the small blanket that had been place under your knees

you screamed with pleasure

feeling his cock twitch in side your walls

him repeating a chorus of “you’re mine” and “i own you”

he seed filled your void

he kept himself inside you as your tight cunt milked him of every last drop.

he pulled out of you, some of his cum dripping from your walls

“i’ll be back in an hour, my pet”

he stood up, stuffing his cock back into his jeans

“if you behave i might let you out of your cage this time”

.*•…………………..•⊹•…………………..•*.

[allelitefics]

Clueless

Pairing: Bray Wyatt x OFC 

Summary: You’ve been helping out the family, watching Bray’s kids when he’s out of  town... it takes him a hot second to realize how you feel about him. 

Warnings: angst, fluff. 

There may be a part 2 coming. 

All you could think to yourself in this moment was that you were an idiot. But you were doing this for your best friend right? Not him.. right? Because if you were doing it for him, you were definitely an idiot. You paced his living room waiting for his arrival so that you could go back home, thinking that his flight was delayed, but there was always a stop after his flight - stop at the bar, hook up with some random chick, and then come back home to his kids that he hasn't seen in 4 days. This was the third time in two months that his sister, your best friend had something come up, his kids mom had made plans, and your best friend desperately needed you. Owning your own business you were able to have a flexible schedule, and you couldn't help it, you wanted to help.. Was it for Mika? Or was it for her older brother that you've had a crush on since you were kids. His marriage, two daughters, and then divorce...and still that teenage girl lived deep within you thinking maybe, just maybe someday you would have a chance. But the last time you did this for ...Mika.. he came home with one of these chicks and you were crushed but you didn't show it.

The girls were asleep, and you looked at your phone. Last time you texted him was an hour ago asking what his ETA was. He said 15 minutes. It had been 45. Once he walked through that door you were ready to grab your purse and get in your car and get the hell out of there. You were lost in your thoughts when a key entered the doorknob and he came in suitcase in tow. "Hey, I'm sorry." he said seeing you standing there, you grabbed your purse that was on top of the couch and walked past him to walk out the door. "Girls are asleep." you said. He watched you, clearly pissed. "Wait, y/n!" he said as you were out the door by then, he was caught off guard and definitely confused. You turned around, "Did i do something? I'm sorry I'm late." "It's whatever, see you around." was all you said, you got in your car and you were gone.

--

Bray was confused as ever, it was well past midnight but he called his sister. "What do you want?" she answered the phone annoyed. "I just got home, and y/n like got out here, really pissed off." "Do you have a girl with you like last time she watched the girls?" Mika's half awake state didn't have the logics to cover up anything for you. "Uh.. no.." "Were you late?" "Yeah.." She laughed, "You're such an idiot man. I'm going to sleep,  I think you can figure it out from here." she said then hung up the phone.

Bray sat on his couch and ran his hand over his face. The thought of you being into him never crossed his mind, you were his little sisters best friend, you were like family. Plus, last he heard you were dating Matt Riddle. He realized how little attention he paid to you in that moment, and for someone who had gone out of their way to watch his kids he felt like a huge ass, and then thinking of the last time you watched the kids and walking in with some random woman...not a good look at all. "Fuck" he muttered under his breath. He pulled his phone out of his back pocket, and pulled out your text chain. He realized some of the past conversations were borderline flirty and that probably didn't paint him in a good light with you with the way he acted. "Fuck" again he repeated. "I'm really sorry I was late. No excuse." Was all he could think to send. He saw the read receipt and no response from you, and he wasn't going to get one.

The next morning the girls asked him about you, asking when they would see you next. They always had a good time with you, the girls weren't like that with anyone else. Especially any other female besides their mom and your family. He kept checking his phone all morning, eagerly hoping you would text him back. But once the girls were at school and noon hit, he felt like a piece of shit. "What should I do?" he asked his sister as he sat in his car on the phone outside of the gym. "I don't know Bray.. do you have feelings for her? I mean don't do some grand gesture if you don't feel that kind of way for her." "I don't know." was he could muster. "Again, you're an idiot. Stop texting her everyday and flirting. You're leading her on, and she's finally trying to move on after her last breakup with Riddle." "Shit Mika." "You're on your own big bro." she said then hung up the phone.

--

You sat inside your office inside your salon, you were proud of what you built, at only 28 you were doing pretty well for yourself. Right now you didn't want to be around people, you were left thinking about your failed relationship with Matt and how you had spent 3 years on a man you had no future with, and then letting yourself feel vulnerable to Bray. "What the fuck is wrong with you." you say to yourself. There was a knock on your door, as much as you wanted to ignore it like everything else in your life right now. You couldn't. "Come in." you say. Your receptionist peaks her head in, "Hey, there's some big wrestler looking guy here to see you." "Is it Matt?" "No, like BIG" she says which makes you chuckle. "Ugh" you say following your laugh, "You can let him on back." you say. Less than a minute later Bray was coming into your office, black muscle shirt, jeans, and his baseball cap on backwards. He looked so damn good, you hated how you ached when you saw him. "Hey." he said coming into your office and closing the door behind him. "Hey" you said but looking at your laptop. He pulled out a bouquet of flowers from behind his back and set them in front of your screen. "These are for you." You look up and sigh at him. "I'm an idiot." he said, and you couldn't help the natural reaction your lips gave when they formed a smile. "Yeah you are." you say picking up the flowers to admire them. He comes around the desk and gets on his knees in front of you, turning your chair, he grabs your hands and holds them together on your lap. "You really don't have to-" He cuts you off, "I'm a piece of shit, I'm sorry darlin'" You tilt your head to the side, "What're you sorry for exactly?" "For being an idiot." You laugh again, "How are you an idiot?" you ask. You need him to say it, tell you that he feels the same way about you that you feel about him. "All the flirting and shit, I didn't know how you actually felt..." You nod your head and slide your hands back, you can feel the rejection coming. "Yup." you say and you attempt to turn to face your desk again, but he won't let you. He pulls you towards him placing his hand on the back of your head and your lips collide into a bruising kiss. Your heart flutters, he can't stop and intensifies the kiss and you let him. You never want this to end. Another knock at your door interrupts you and you sink down when he slowly breaks away. "What is it?" you shout. "Your 2 o'lock is here." "Okay be right out!" you shout back.

"You're the boss, you don't have to work you know." Bray says. You shrug, "I like it." He laughs but then looks at you intently. His hand still caressing the side of your hair. "When can I see you again?" he asks. "I'm off at 5." you say. He nods, "Can you stop by the house? I promise once the girls are down I'll make it worth your while." he says, leans forward and sensually kisses you again. You're weak, so weak when he kisses you. "Sure." you say. He stands up and you do too, "I'm glad you finally got your head out your ass Wyatt." you say as you walk out of your office and walk him to the front. He can't help but to grab you one more time and kiss you. "See you later, Darlin'"

---

The next 3 hours go by fairly quickly and you're anxious to see Bray. On your way over to this place you call Mika. "Wow, finally he got his head out of his ass." she says after you tell her what had transpired that afternoon. "That's exactly what I said." you both laugh. "Can I be honest with you though?" she asks you. "Of course." "Just..be straight up about what you want. I don't want to see you heartbroken again. Tell him what you want because if he can't give that to you he needs to let you know." You nod your head, "Yeah. I will I promise." you tell her.

You finish your phone call and pull into his driveway. It's near 6pm by now, the girls would probably be eating dinner. The door is unlocked and you come inside "knock knock" you say. "Y/N!" the girls shout leaving the dinner table to come a hug you. "Hey girls!" you say rubbing their backs. "Go back and finish your dinner!" you encourage and then look up to see Bray, standing there now in his basketball shorts and a bottle of beer in hand smiling at you. They run back to the table and Bray approaches you, that little smile makes you swoon. "Hey" he says in a quiet voice and kisses you. You sigh, wanting more, but little ears and eyes are around and you have to wait. "OoOoO" the girls make a sound from the table. "Daddy is, Y/N your new girlfriend?" he chuckles and then looks at you and back at the girls. The girls were pretty familiar and had gotten used to their parents being divorced, Bray's ex-wife was dating someone and the girls were aware that the new man was mommy's new boyfriend. "Yeah, y/n is daddy's new girlfriend." he says then looks at you, you can't help but smile as he kisses your forehead and has his arm draped around your shoulders.

[toriluvsnickwayne]

do you still write for Bo Dallas/Taylor? if you do, I’d like to request a one shot of being his girlfriend and reacting to the return of Uncle Howdy/debut of The Wyatt Sick6? please? 🫶

OMG YES YES YES YES YES YES

I love Bo Dallas with all my heart I rlly think he’s one of the most underrated ppl in WWE and it’s nice he’s finally getting more recognition with his uncle howdy gimmick so I DEFINITELY will get right to work on that🥰

[thlayli-ra]

Drawing Scenes from my Fanfictions, from Break These Chains

'Knight had always assumed that you had to be asleep in order to have nightmares. However, as he slowly started to come to, he found to his dread, that he'd been very, very wrong!'

[unoficialy-married-to-ace-austin]

Come Back My Little Lamb (Yandere!Bray Wyatt x reader)

Story Summary: There was a time you would give anything for bray, where you belonged to him. But after leaving you for Alexa, you were broken and Sami had to pick up the pieces. But now he’s back and ready to take you back.

Story Relationships: Bray Wyatt x reader, Brother!Sami Zayn x sister!reader, Platonic!Bloodline x reader, Jimmy Uso x Reader???

Story Warnings: Mental abuse, minimal physical abuse, feelings of abandonment, trust issues, yandere!bray Wyatt

taglist: @fiskers7136 @peachmango-kombucha @kcloveswrestling @bellalutionn @xkennyxomegax @tummyyellin @legit9thlunaticwarrior @auburnwrites @melissahausen @thesusbunny @writtingrose @igncrxntrhipley

Chapter 1

[sydsaint]

My EXTREMELY underrated Fav 😘😘😘

Summary: After multiple attacks by Bray Wyatt, LA Knight seeks out the reader for some extra protection on Smackdown and unknowingly ropes her into Bray's web.

"Yes, and I trust that you'll be the one handling Angle when he arrives for his birthday celebration?" You chat with your fellow Smackdown GM backstage before the show starts. 

"Of course." Pearce nods reluctantly. "As well as the contract signing between Ricochet and Gunther, right?" He asks you. "And what are you going to be doing tonight?"

You shrug and watch LA Knight come out of the locker room on the other side of the room with a jittery look on his face, which is unusual for a man like LA Knight. "I've got plenty of behind-the-scenes stuff to do, Pearce." You assure him, cocking your head to the side as you watch Knight skulk around the backstage area. "Plus we both know that you like being on camera more than I do." 

"Yeah yeah, whatever," Adam mumbles sourly. "I always get stuck with the difficult jobs around here." He complains and walks off to greet Kurt Angle for his later arrival. 

Pearce walks off and you continue to watch LA Knight cautiously make his way through the backstage area. So, curious as to what he's up to, you walk over to him. 

"Well, someone looks on edge tonight. What's got you all jittery, Knight?" You walk over and tap him gently on the shoulder. 

Knight jumps at your touch and whirls around with a wild look in his eyes. He quickly recovers though, after he looks down and finds you standing next to him. "Y/N! What's going on doll? Didn't see you there." He chuckles to play off his nervousness. 

"Just working, like usual, Knight." You shrug. "What about you? On the lookout for Bray Wyatt, I assume?" You ask him with a playful grin. "Man, he's really gotten to you, hasn't he? I'm impressed." 

"What?" Knight scoffs. "Little ol' Bray Wyatt doesn't scare me, dollface." He insists with an overplayed confident smile on his face. "I mean, this is LA Knight you're talking about, sweetheart. I ain't no chump." He insists with a smug grin. 

"Right..." You giggle and glance over Knight's shoulder at the emptiness behind him, just to mess with him a tad. "Yeah, well I'll catch you later then, mister megastar." You continue to glance behind Knight as you dismiss yourself. "Good luck with, Wyatt. You're gonna need it." 

You walk off with the intention of heading down to the production truck to check up on things for the show. As you walk off you glance back and see that confident smile drop from Knight's face. He quickly swivels around to find out what you seemed to be looking at behind him, but of course, finds nothing. 

You get about halfway down the hall before you hear heavy footsteps following after you. "Y/N, gorgeous! Wait up, now!" Knight chases after you. 

"Hmm?" You stop and turn around, acting like you didn't just hear Knight come running after you. "Yeah? Did you forget something, Knight?" You ask him casually. 

Knight comes striding up to your side, that confident facade back on his face. "Why don't I keep you company while you're running your errands?" He offers. "You know? Pretty little thing like you should have a strong man looking out for her." He grins down at you. 

"Awe, that's sweet." You giggle. "Sure, why not? I could use the company. And I know that you could as well, tough guy." You bat at Knight's arm playfully. "You know, if you wanted some company to ward off Bray Wyatt, all you had to do was ask." You tease him. 

Knight scoffs at your statement, trying his best to keep up his tough-guy act. You just giggle again and let him follow at your side all the way down to the production truck. You check in with the crew for a few minutes then head back around to the backstage area. 

"So," Knight pops back up at your side with a flirty smile and some pep back in his step. "How come you ain't a part of the Kurt Angle welcoming committee?" He asks you. 

You scrunch your nose at the thought of having to coddle Angle for an entire night. "Please, don't get me started."  You huff. "Let Pearce play kiss-ass to that egotistical, overrated, sorry excuse for a hall of Famer." You roll your eyes. 

"Damn." Knight chuckles. "So theirs no love lost between you and Angle, huh, doll?" He asks you, obviously interested in the story behind the disdain. 

"Got that right." You grumble. "I got stuck working as the assistant for that blowhard when he was the GM for RAW a few years ago." You explain. "Worst 6 months of my life." 

Knight chuckles and chats with you about why it was so bad working under Angle. And for a moment, he forgets that he's sticking with you to avoid another attack by Bray Wyatt. Knight sticks around and chats with you for a few more errands around the backstage area. When it comes time to let Kurt Angle have his moment in the spotlight you hang back and watch from the backstage viewing area. 

"Lord, this is so dumb." You roll your eyes at the impressive set up that Pearce has going for Angle. 

"Is that a bit of Jealously I hear in your tone?" Knight teases from your side. 

"Hush." You scoff and turn towards him. You go to say something else but spot someone coming out of the dark locker room behind Knight. "Oh, that's not good. Knight, you should get out of here." You warn him, eye's glued to the dark figure looming behind him. 

Knight furrows his brows for a moment, but switches to a smile, assuming that you're just joking. "Okay, real funny, Y/N." He chuckles. But you don't reply. "Y/N?" He asks again. 

You silently put a hand on Knight's shoulder and turn him around to the door. Knight spots what you've been staring at and he quickly whirls back around to you. Before you can utter an 'I told you so' Knight grabs ahold of your arm and drags you off. "Knight hold on! Let me go!" You try and pull your arm free. 

"Not a chance, dollface," Knight replies, still hauling you as far away from Bray as he can. "You're a marked woman now, sweetheart. Now you really do need me." He chuckles, trying to find some humor in the situation. 

"I think that I can take care of myself." You reply as Knight finally slows down and lets you go. "It's just, Bray. He doesn't seem all that bad." 

Knight turns to you and shakes his head. "Come on." He eggs you on. "If I leave you alone now and Bray does something do ya, It'll break my heart." He informs you. 

"Awe." You blush a little bit. "Okay okay, you can stick around for a bit longer. For both of our sakes." You let out a small sigh. "But don't get any idea's pretty boy." You warn him. 

"Ideas?" Knight chuckles. "Me? Never." He slings an arm over your shoulder casually. "Now, about after the show. I think that it's only fair that you let me make sure that you get back to your hotel room alright." 

[akashi-reddeath]

Sons of Wyatt

In this world, thousands of people die and their culprits go unpunished. A corrupt world, with no one to save and protect it. They, the “heroes” of this world were supposed to protect it, but instead they refuse to make the tough decisions. Letting a demented clown, a psychopathic genius live.... They are just liars, filling our ears with false illusions. But he, our father. His words made us open our eyes and understand what we must do. These false prophets have poisoned the minds of all..... Now, it is our turn to be the antidote. All those, who harm them, who make the innocent people of the world suffer, will not see the sunlight again for a long time. We, the sons of Wyatt, are going to be your protectors, your saviors from this dark and troubled world. We will be that red color that will give you life again. To all those downtrodden, wounded, just follow the fireflies, we will always light the way and to all the fakes and liars.....

RUN.