#hairpulling in wrestling

[sciderman]

giant-sized spider-man #6

[kitchenlittle]

“Playing with Pens” Human TMNT Donnie x BFF! Fem! Reader 🍋‍🟩

Warnings/ Mentions: Wrestling/Restraining, mutual attraction, suggestive language and situations, Black-coded reader, slight injury, illuding to sex, dry humping, hairpulling, mention of bodily fluids, masturbation, erections, and pizza.... (I've always imagined human Donnie as black, looking like the model above but with shoulder length dreads and glasses if anyone is confused)

Pen on paper gets annoying after a while. That disgusting sound that the pen's tip scrubbing itself across the page was somehow akin to the sounds of an overworked keyboard. That 'Tap', 'Tap' 'TAP'. Especially when it would get low on ink and the tapping would get worse.  The loud thunks on the desk as the extra liquid was coaxed to tip and onto the page. Dotting its way onto the edge of your last nerve. Not to mention the following loud cursing as your assailant would lose his concentration as he fiddled with an equation. No amount of hitting would get that old ass pen to ink any faster and yet this ‘genius’ never seemed to get it. Though there was some hope for your sanity. Sometimes he’d give up and just get a new one. You were thankful for those rare moments of silence, when you could just watch him take a second to breathe. It was all short lived because then your friend would raid the poor, old desk for the nearest utensil filled cup and get right back to helping you lose your mind like clockwork. 

He’d continue his assault on your poor ears with another somehow even more maddening scrawling with a smooth pen. He’d whisper to himself. Softly discussing incantations filled with numbers and formulas, theories, and worse all the weird nicknames he’d give his tools and inventions. Occasionally acknowledging your presence with an expected glare and a little conversation.

It had to fucking stop, how else were you going do nothing for hours if he was damn near trying to win a competition for the world's most annoying best friend with a ratty notebook. Without another thought your body reacted. Tape-tethered glasses were clasped in your delicate grip instantly, ripping them away from the bridge of his nose. His expression contorted from a shock to a frown in an instant, followed quickly by swift disappointment. 

He slammed the pen onto the previously abused paper in a huff. “Stop playing and give them back.” From his tone, you can tell he was very unimpressed but not trying to lose his cool...yet.

He was obviously not ready nor in the mood to play any of your games. If it wasn’t already evident from the fact that his brow was twitching because he was surely going to verbally assault you if you didn't give in and give him his glasses. His eyes were still scanning over the equations in front of him once more despite his annoyance. Of course, you had to choke in a laugh his face was practically trying to fuse with the paper with how close he needed to be to read them. The skin out his nose wrinkled as he sighed. 

“I was on the edge of a breakthrough” His brown pupils bore into your own, a mixture of pleading and anger swirled in their dilation. 

You rolled your eyes. Both of you knew he barely made mistakes and could do it later so he was just being extra for the sake of it.  “Your pen is loud as hell. You can’t use your dry-erase board for all this?” 

Now it was his turn to roll his eyes. He leaned back in his busted-up chair. Stretching his long limbs as he reached behind his monitor to grasp the board in question. He studied you as his sock feet dragged the rickety wheels across the room towards you.

He tilted his head while squinting dramatically. “Does this look big enough to do all this on?” He pointed to his decryped notebook. 

You raised your eyebrows and did a head tilt of your own. Still, you guarded his glasses in your palms, ready to fight him to protect your ‘delicate’ hearing.  “That notebook doesn't even look healthy enough to write on in the first place. Just use the damn board. 'Shit looks like it got stage four cancer anyway.”

His expression was totally displeased. Years of friendship between you two have provided him a completely broken sense of humor and his overactive imagination drummed up a crude illustration of his familiar notebook in a cartoon style with a thermometer in its mouth and ice pack. Looking at the ceiling was the only thing saving him from collapsing into shambles just then. 

“Shut the fuck up and gimme back my glasses. You know I can barely see shit without them. I need to get back to work. Last time I checked no one is forcing you to be in here anyway!” He pushed his dreadlocks out his face, slipping an elastic band off his wrist to throw them into a ponytail as his normal violet durag was likely discarded somewhere in the mounds of blankets on his bed. The one you are residing on. 

For a second you were thankful not to have pale skin as he’d see your embarrassment from a mile away. You’d seen Donnie without his glasses in the past, but you never paid his face much attention since it always accompanied by his sleeping form or a slight face injury. But then again, he was also never this close either.

You were a bit trapped on this edge of his bed as he had rolled himself close enough to pin your legs to the side of the mattress with his own, purposefully of course. His hands further pinning your thighs to stop you from escaping his hold. If he were any closer, you’d be hovering directly over his face. He sat just below you. Unsuprising as he would be eye level if his bed wasn't so high off the ground, with him being 6'2 it was needed. His normally titled eyes wided a bit more than normal to grimace at you. He ran his tongue over lips to unconsciously moisten them. That alone nearly had you cave. Lord, his skin, you’d kill a man to have the clearness and velvet shine that his face flaunted. When did he get so pretty? Even his lashes were gorgeous, long and moist as they rested briefly when he blinked. The light made his dark brown eyes look like reflections of the night sky were trapped in them. And his sweet voice...like a violin dipped in honey, a real dangerous combination with that Harlem accent. He'd do better as a super model if he weren't invested in his make-shift lab. Did you want to give them back? You were frozen.

“So you just gonna sit there and looked stupid with my expensive glasses in your hand?” He followed up his corny roast with a chuckle. The gap in his teeth contrasted his dark features so much, it almost made him look enteral. Little did you know the feeling was mutual, he only laughed to distract himself from staring at your lips for too long. 

He honestly hated insulting you but that was his brain's natural response to any confusing emotion. A nasty habit he picked up from being raised with rowdy brothers.  

That ‘look stupid’ tore you out of your trance quick. You scowled at him and your grip on his poor glasses got tighter. He wasn't that pretty! Obscenities flew through your brain as you turned around on his comforter to crawl off with them. Stupid aye? Oh, you're about to show him stupid. He would undoubtedly get them back soon enough and you weren't meant to mistreat them, but he wasn't getting these Malcolm X- headass glasses back without a fight. 

You were off and if years of martial arts training taught Donnie anything it was to constantly keep your eye on your opponent. Before your untrained limbs could even crawl off the edge of the bed near the door's entrance, a sharp pain crept up your ankle and skin as the wood off that dreaded staff was scooped under your torso and under your lower half in an instant. With one hand clasped around his oculars and the other being supported by your legs the minute the staff completed its journey under your legs and feet, your face planted hard into the mattress. The last thing you saw was a mass of purple before it all went dark. 

You heard laughing as the surface underneath you dipped underneath his weight. He was crawling up the bed. Your foot jotted out backwards to kick his leg but it ended up a bit too high and you kicked him in the groin instead. If you had learned anything over the years then the fact that when you ever played fought with any of the guys, hitting them somewhere that hurt made them more aggressive. A loud almost pornographic groan filled your alert ears as a large hand pulled your leg back and towards him. The staff came down and hard on your wrist they were holding the glasses just barely missing the lense. It didn't hurt that bad but it stung like a bitch. Still, you weren't backing down.

He was well aware you didn't mean to kick him there but the aching pain almost made him see red. After slapping your wrist he kinda hopped you drop them but you both knew if those glasses made contact with that wood floor they would cease to exist. Truly, he needed to get new ones but he gave up on trading in the old ones as his neurodivergent mind would never allow it, too many memories in those specs. That's probably why he was so ready to play rough with you to get them back. Well….that and to make his best friend beg for mercy. He always got his way somehow anyway, so why not see how he’d get it this time.

He slid his Bo in front of your clavicle and pulled backward to further knock the wind out of you. Forcing your head out of his sheets you were pulled back to face the ceiling, He took a swift arm under your back and down pineed your non offending arm to behind you. Seething, he pinned your wrist there and straddled yours directly to trap them underneath him so you didn't try anything funny again. 4/5ths of your body was underneath him. You hate how fucking tall he was because he could do this with easier access to your weak points and he was too heavy to simply push off. 

“Stop being so damn stubborn and give them back. NOW. ” he snarled at you but despite all odds, he was having a bit of fun. He'd never actually hurt you and he knew you'd never betray him by purposefully breaking his glasses. But, he knew you and that you were petty enough to hide them or give them to one of his brothers to further this little game. No pencil was so damn loud that getting hit in the wrist and pinned down like an animal was worth it. 

You let out a needy whine in response. If he weren't so focused he would realize how terrible the scene would have looked if someone walked in. You outstretched your petty hand and still wanted to create distance between him and the glasses. With a wicked mind, you had clocked that both his hands were occupied forcing you down. You still had the upper hand. 

“You’d have to let go of that dumbass stick or let go of my hand to get them. You not that quick”

You were right. He was skilled but not gifted in speed, which was Mikey’s forte. He would've swiped these glasses in a second, no need for the theatrics. He almost wished he was here to help. Strategy was more his game. His heart rate was picking up as he weighed the choices. He could feel your pulse doing the same on his thumb. A choice had to be made now or else this would never end. 

You smirked, both choices were terrible. If he let go of the staff, you'd let him have the glasses, but you'd immediately move to flip the both of you over until you got the upper hand. And if he let go of your wrist you just hit him and push him off to start the struggle for them all over again. You weren't a super skilled fighter, but you picked up a few dirty tricks over the years from hanging out with his family. Even he'd have to be impressed at this point with the amount of (questionable) wins against his brothers in the past. ‘Borrowing’ Leo’s Manga, snatching up the last slice meant for Mikey, scaring Ralph while he was doing reps, the works. You proved proficient when came to getting out of trouble and like him you'd win by any means.

He nodded, accessing the situation a little closer. Looking down at your pinned form. The show of exposed skin almost ripped him out of his thoughts, until something caught his attention. Black braids that lay perfectly on your backside. Bingo. Your braids were freshly done and likely still a bit sore. Perhaps you'd be more susceptible to giving up if say….they were pulled? He let go of the staff with a thud, letting you silently celebrate before reaching for the glasses and your hair. After he let your wrist go to, he forced his hips forward to get more reach. He wrapped the perfectly laid hair around his knuckles twice and gave them a slight pull before letting his other hand chase the eyewear. 

You yelled out, closing your eyes to soothe yourself through the seething pain forced your head to tilt back. The vice grip you had loosened significantly, and he was able to snatch them away. Much to your dismay they slipped out like your hands were made of oil. He didn't miss the way your shiny lips made an ‘oh’ in shape in protest along with the way your hips pushed back on him.

He slid his glasses back on. A familiar snug on the bridge of his nose solidified his victory. He wasn’t totally blind without them, hence why he was still able to fight with ease to get them back, but without them his vision was pretty far-sighted. There was no way he’d be able to finish anything that required writing if didn’t have them on, the blur was too much of a distraction. Maybe that’s why he was surprised to acknowledge a well-known pulse in his abdomen, ignored the fact that his hips were firmly planted against your ass, and damn near buried in your covered heat. Or the fact that your skirt had risen up quite a bit, completely putting your slick-covered panties on full display. Giving his bulge comfortable spot to rest against. He stared down at himself, the pulse starting to ache like he had gotten punched in the gut. A stark contrast to the jolt of sweet electricity hit his senses as you pushed back against him to struggle once more. He threw his head back momentarily as he dropped his staff. Everything in him was screaming to hold your hips against him and force you to speed up until you were begging. He carefully blew out a shaky sigh as a sweat built on his fingertips. He retracted his hips slightly to not alert you to the situation, nowhere did you indicate that you had noticed. There on the creased seat of his pants was a damp dark spot. His lowered gaze trained a bit higher to see an even larger offending patch on your underwear. Somehow, seemingly going unnoticed by you.

“Okay you got your glasses, you can let go now~ Fuck… please Donnie” Your voice was barely above a whisper as you caught your breath. With the cold air attacking your lower back you were ready to huddle up in a blanket and some pizza downstairs. 

Donnie was panicking. Another jolt, this time more blissfully painful than the last. Why did you have to say it like that? He was so close to the object of years of his affection. How often had he been in this same position, except alone at night? He had been trying to ignore the fact that he liked you for so long. Throwing out excuses like ‘he just liked your perfume’, ‘You were a girl so his body was just reacting naturally’, ‘Of course he thought you were pretty, everyone did’… 'maybe he should pin you down during training a little longer…to scare you…not to be close to you'. Who the fuck was he kidding? He almost tore apart his lab a few days ago after Mikey drunkenly kissed your cheek during game night. 

He choked up, feeling his cock twitch as he completely forced his hips away from the warmth of your body. Grappling a pillow stealthily, he pushed it into his lap and sat in his lab chair to quickly face away from you. His body's rising temperature was already warning him he’d pay for that later. How could you be so casual about this? There’s no way you didn’t feel him mashing into your folds a few seconds ago. 

Unbothered, you hummed a weird song as you pulled yourself off his covers. Panties still flashing your favorite nerd as the bend of your spine sent him into cardiac arrest. Pulling down your skirt nonchalantly you flipped onto your back and bounced off his bed towards him. 

You would have thought a blizzard was materializing in front of him with the hairs of his neck standing at attention. The bed head wasn't helping either, nor was the smeared gloss on your lips and face.

“Donnie, come on, let's go downstairs and get some food. Maybe I can handle your writing habits with a full stomach” You raised an eyebrow at him. He was acting all twitchy and weird again. 

“C-can you give me a minute?” He was looking down at the floor now, white-knuckling the pillow at this point. It wasn’t helping, the plushness pressing down on his tip with the added moisture was only mimicking the feeling of your hips. If he wasn’t careful at this point he’d give in.

You caught up to the hesitation in his voice but read it as anger. The muscles in your race shifted into a frown. You didn’t give him another peep and slid off the bed to the door. Was he really that mad over the glasses? Giving him another look before you closed the door, the expression on his face unmistakable, frustration. Pouting you quickly padded down the spiral stairs, much to his chagrin. Leo’s voice soon called out. 

“Oh, hey y/n! Here, get a slice of pizza before Mikey takes it all!”

Donnie broke out in a cold sweat as an exhale forced its way out now that you were out of the picture. He peeled the pillow off his lap. Staring at the culprit of his panic. Breathing became harder as a trembling hand pushed his dreads off his face. Blurry vision or not he knew the drill. Slouching against the tattered fabric of his chair he slid the offending hand under the black waistband. The hair trailed down his stomach scratching him slightly as he gripped the base. Hissing as it drew out some of his frustration. It dawned on him as he replayed all the events.

……. Extra scene:

Your eyes scanned the room past the arguing brothers of your best friend. He still hadn't come out. Was he actually upset? A hollow urge boiled in your stomach as you thought over what happened. He still kicked you out of his room, you were sure he'd make a move this time. Dread washed over, maybe you had made him uncomfortable? Looking up again you were forced to register that he still hadn't left. It had over 30 minutes now. Solemly, you finished the crust on the pizza and threw your grease-stained napkin in the trash. The boys had detected your mood and scattered to leave the room so as not to further agitate you. Then while you washed your hands, familiar footsteps craned downstairs. With an excited glare, you were sad to discover that he wouldn't meet your gaze. Soon your vision retreated back to the soapy sink.

He simply walked past you. Grabbing a cold slice out of the fridge along with an energy drink. One that you were sure he didn't like. Soon it was;s thin metal in your palm. Before you could question him he had already used his long legs to stride back up the steps at a steady pace. You turned it around only to be met with a sticky note, scrawled on that same inky chicken scratch of his. Ugly, but not illegible, you read its message quietly.

'You did that shit on purpose'

You froze, staring at his figure as he nonchalantly held his door open, peering at you with his famous unamused poker face, normally only reserved for when he found something to be difficult. The damaged paper was sheer enough to allude to more letters on the opposite side, so you flipped it.

'Let's talk about it upstairs. I don't want everyone to know our business'.

Too late for that though, his noisy brothers were quickly accessing the vibes and debating if they should haze Donnie over it once you left. The floor could have swallowed you whole in that moment and you would thank it. Hesitate, your eyes met. He was trying to act tough, but you could tell he was nervous his fiddling of the doorknob. He rolled his eyes and held back a grin when a smile tugged your mouth at his cute antics.

"Hurry up! You play too fucking much!"

Note: I know this fanfic is random. I decided to post finished fics with black readers in mind for black history month. Plus, I haven't posted in a while due to getting ready to graduate college soon. Hope y'all enjoy! Let me know if you want the other brothers too. I'm working on Mikey now.

[princeofpace]

Drabble Request 🎉 Wheeler Yuta / Jay White - hairpulling. (Yes I have just caught up with Dynamite!) 😆

Jay really, really hated Yuta's attitude lately.

The kid had been running with Moxley too long already, and he was just as good as dead weight if you asked Jay. He barely got anything accomplished on his own. Hell Mox didn't even trust the kid enough to send him to Japan to wrestle Shota Umino. His actual successor, if you asked Jay.

And then there was the hair grabbing and pulling. It was annoying as all hell. It pissed him off. Sure in the right context he likes it well enough, but still, it was rude.

That prompted Jay to walk around backstage, waiting for the chance to find Yuta and follow him. Corner him.

So he does. He finds Yuta, alone, just a bit shy of the Death Riders' locker room (he doubted they even used it very often anyway) and it's his golden opportunity. He grabs Yuta by the hair and drags him off. Immediately Yuta is trying to protest and shout, but Jay knows no one will help him.

He finds a secluded enough spot and throws Yuta against the wall, watching him slump down to the floor. Jay wasn't looking to do much more than menace Yuta but...

"Are...are you hard?" The boner is almost painfully obvious in the sweats Wheeler had changed into. "You're kidding me. You're hard. What because I dragged you around? What you're into kidnapping? Makes a lot of sense actually."

Yuta remains silent for awhile, staring daggers into Jay who's left grinning.

"Look I underst--"

"It was the hair pulling. Not the kidnapping thing or whatever," Yuta finally speaks up. "I like my hair being pulled."

Jay doubles over in laughter immediately. He composes himself just long enough to step forward and press his foot against Yuta's dick.

"You're fun, you know that? Real fun. I know why they keep you around now."

[babyspacebatclone]

My daycare currently has two sets of twins in the Mobile Baby Room (unrelated), both at the “crawling and standing in the middle of the room for three whole seconds” stage.

And I would say this is both of their dynamic with their other half:

Except there is no protesting with my ankle biters, just cuddles and wrestling and hairpulling that somehow apparently doesn’t hurt* and giving us teachers heart attacks.

Yes, it is adorable, and I wish I could freeze them at this age forever to enjoy. 🥰

(* the set of twins with actual pull-able hair have been mutually grabbing that convenient access point since they could roll into reach. this never garnered yelps from either baby. put them into a room with other grabby babies, and apparently it is possible for their hair to get yanked in a way they don’t approve of…)

(ps: we have 8 babies in the mobile room. a full half are twins. you usually go years between twins in the center, let alone two sets barely two months apart!!!!!)

[wrestlingarsenal]

[femalewrestlingchannel]

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[monroe-jamison]

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[itjazzbicch]

Pros

Pairing: Wheeler Yuta x Fem Reader

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

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

Word Count: 2.5k 

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I DO NOT OWN THIS GIF:  

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Because you called me, Yoots.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“What are you doing?!”

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Y/N, what the hell?!”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“No hard feelings?”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"Right?"

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

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

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

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

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

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

"Keep your legs up."

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

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

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

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

"You like me fucking you like that?"

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"No. I'm just that damn good." 

[sanisse]

I'm thinking, for when you have the time of course, some small nsfw headcanons on Éowyn? Since we got girls going might as well contribute 😇

YES THANK YOU

Éowyn Headcannons

Actually really adores clothed sex & over-clothes grinding.

Not kinky in a dominance/submission way. Like she usually just prefers to be on equal terms with her partner but she WILL top occasionally if her partner [Faramir] asks.

Likes being called daddy when she's domming, actually. She finds it very hot.

VERY bisexual. Extremely bisexual. And she's one of those rare perfectly even-split bisexuals who just loves both men and women equally.

Very partial to rough-and-tumble sex. Like not rough sex, but a lot of rough-housing, if that makes sense? Biting/nipping, hairpulling, wrestling playfully for who comes out on top, that sort of thing.

Likes to laugh!

She's an ass girl. Loves grabbing/slapping her partner's ass.

REALLY likes marking her partners and having her partners mark her.

Armor kink armor kink armor kink.

Doesn't mind pillow princesses and passive partners. She actually really likes just taking good care of her partners and enjoys giving oral sex/fingering/handjobs with no reward on her part.

Really enjoys mutual masturbation as well!

[loyalmlmnsfw]

I'm pip or pippin

#just pip is my posts tag. #pips photos is my photos tag

Folk who aren't mlm/nblms can stay but be respectful!

-- dni, kinks, and hard boundaries below cut --

I don't follow back or like posts as this is a side blog, but if we interact frequently I probably consider you a mutual!

dni list:

If you're under 18, or an ageless blog, if you're a bigot of any kind, if you try to justify rape/think it's okay, if you're into detrans/misgendering, or if you're cishet or a "men dni" blog

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kinks:

Generally I'm a sub bottom, but I also enjoy occasionally service topping

royalty (esp prince/knight), size difference (I'm 5'4), bunny esp bunny/wolf, cnc, somno, werewolves! terato, edging/teasing/overstim, cockwarming, praise/degredation, bondage/restraint, getting fucked by multiple people/free use, breeding (no pregnancy), pillow prince, voice and scent kinks, manhandling/wrestling, biting/marking, hairpulling, oral fixation

stuff you can call me:

- prince

- boy/boytoy

- bunny

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stuff I'll never post/hard boundaries:

- scat, piss, etc, anything with bugs or animals, pain play, food stuff, including food control

- knife play

- posts that use the words r*pe or m*lest

- pregnancy

- dd/lg etc

- any religion type kinks

[invisbledragon]

Hungry Eyes, Feast on Skin

((watch for the read more)) Rated M for Mature ((Tags: Crass British Terminology Used, no seriously, Time Appropriate Fear of Queer Rejection, Breathplay, Biting, Nicknames, Hair Kink, Hairpulling, Kink Threshhold, First Time, Tickling, Fluff, Smut, Kink Negotiation, Under-negotiated Kink, Mild Kink, Minor BDSM flavors, Like... a Hint, Just the one line... really, Plot What Plot/Porn Without Plot, Porn, Porn with Feelings

Gift for @jencala

    The two boys tumbled onto a bed, after wrestling briefly with the canopy of the four poster bed, laughing lightly. Their words slightly were slurred, as Remus kissed Sirius desperately as he muttered into the tanned boys’ skin, “You don’t know how long I’ve wanted this. How long I’ve dreamed about this. How long I’ve imagined this.” Hungry lips mouthed as skin, biting and kissing, sucking hard enough to leave behind dark blemishes on otherwise smooth skin.

    Sirius hissed as Remus’ hands scratched over his nipple, sliding further and further up underneath his shirt, before stopping and pushing slightly at Sirus’ shoulders before he swung his leg right around, and pushing Sirius down onto the bed in a mimicry of their previous position. Sirius, now stretched out on the crumpled bed covers of their dormitory room, smirked up at Remus, who lifted an eyebrow. “Thought you were trying to get me out of my pants, so you could get into me. What’s got you all goggle eyed. You’ve seen me shirtless before.” Before breaking off into a muttered curse and broken off moan at the feel of Remus’ teeth scraping across his pebbled nipple, sucking a matching bruise into the sensitive skin above the sharp red lines Remus’ nails left behind.

    “Just because I’ve seen it, starlight; doesn’t mean I’ve allowed myself to look. I was always afraid. Afraid that you’d think of me as a poofter and turn on me. Share all my secrets. Silly worries, really. But-”

    Remus stopped suddenly, mouth too full of Sirius’ tongue to continue spewing self-vitriol. “Silly git. I’d never do anything like that. I’m not sure I could survive without you in my life.” Sirius leaned further up, and wrapped his arms around Remus, bringing them both flat onto the bed,before dragging his fingers through the tawny haired boy’s locks. “Besides,we both know you would have hexed me to the moon and back if I’d tried anything like that.”

    ��True. Very true Sirius. You do tend to know that I would punish you for going beyond the lines drawn in the sand.” Remus growled, his voice a husky purr. Sirius gasped, his hips arching up into Remus’ grinding into his cock, half hard and quickly getting thicker. Remus nipped at Sirius’ lips, drawing a gasp and a needy mewl from the dark haired boy’s mouth. “Oh, did you like the sound of that, starlight?”

    Sirius growled and leaned into the tender embrace of their lips, before sliding his hand into Remus’ hair and tugging sharply at it to expose the pale boys’ slender neck and leaning in to apply a thick wet suction at the hollow under his ear. Dark red bloomed and turned to purple under the ferocious attack of Sirius’ lips, teeth nipping at the tender skin, and drawing wet moans and throaty whines to the still air of the room. “Remus, I do believe that you’re one to talk. It sounds as though you enjoy a bit of punishment there to, if your reaction to what I’ve done to your neck is any indication.” Sirius breathed against Remus’ trembling chest, hand cupping the bruise gently and squeezing gently on the left behind mark, the sting gently eased by the warmth of his hand, even as his hips ground against the other boys’ drawing a needy whine to the air..

    Remus might not have said any words, but his reaction to the hand cupping his neck and the decreased lack of oxygen flowing around his lungs certainly told Sirius all he needed to know. What with the damp spot at the front of Remus’ growing and the enraptured look of bliss on his face. Sirius squeezed gently, feeling the younger boys’ cock jumping inside the trapped confines of his pants. Remus’ shuddered and shivered on top of Sirius, his eyes blown wide, and staring at him breathlessly. His fingers curled, and his hands shook; before Sirius’ let go, thumb swiping soothingly over his pulse point, as Remus gulped down precious air, his cheeks tinged pink, and his eyes shining bright with unwept tears.

    “Do… do that again.” Remus choked out, voice rough, but steady; a thin wavering neediness winding through it. Sirius smiled up at him, heart swelling with love for the other boy, his cheeks growing pink with the thought of having him pinned under his form, pressed tight onto their beds, hand wrapped securely around the slender neck, feeling his heartbeat fluttering under his fingers, eyes rolling with pleasure.

    “Another time, yeah Moons? I don’t wanna hurt you and this seems like something we ought to research first. I don’t want to cause lasting damage and it seems like it could go wrong really easily. I will, but not until we’ve read all about it, yeah?” Remus nodded slowly, distracted by the feeling of those strong fingers swiping across his skin, sending shivers down his spine directly to his groin. Remus suddenly blushed, eyes darting the side, even as his hips stopped their pattern of rolling against Sirius’ hips, hard lengths pressed against each other. His cheeks pinked even as his breathing stuttered and a low moan melted into the air as through drawn from his throat.

    Sirius stared wide-eyed at this tawny haired angel, as warmth bubbled low in his stomach. “Would you stop looking at me like that?” asked his angel even as his face pinked up some more from the sheer hunger evident in Sirius's face as his eyes devoured the sight of Remus’s first orgasm of the night. In lieu of an answer, Sirius leaned up and gently slotted their mouths together the heat of their tumble, melting into a sweet caress of lips and tongues, sliding together like two puzzle pieces.

    Remus suddenly broke the kiss with a twist to the side and a surprised shout of choked laughter. “NO! Please!”

    Sirius narrowed his eyes narrowed his eyes at his lover, but relaxed his grip on Remus’s hips, as his fingers drifted away from the surprisingly ticklish area on the older boys’ stomach. Remus, perched on top of the silver-eyed boy’s hips, couldn’t help but lean down to brush a kiss over the tip of his nose, smiling softly at the look of Sirius crossing his eyes to watch Remus as to keep him in his vision as long as possible, as though the younger boy would starve without love without being able to watch his boyfriend, best friend, his everything for one second longer than absolutely necessary. Overcome with gentle emotion, Remus rolled off of Sirius’s lap, and laid down next to him, gripping hands together, foreheads pressed together as they shared their air, and a blossoming love grew in their hearts.

[wrestlingarsenal]

[lady-oyanka]

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[monroe-jamison]

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[itjazzbicch]

No Mercy

Pairing:  Wheeler Yuta x Fem Reader

Summary: Dating Yuta doesn't mean the reader takes it easy on him wrestling wise now that the reader has joined the Blackpool Combat Club. After putting him in a submission that he couldn't break in front of the guys, it clearly hurt him in a certain place. Making it up to him, letting him have the fun he wants, he shows her a new side of him...

Warnings: SMUT! (18+ ONLY!) (Rough sex, spanking, hairpulling, bondage, safeword, creampie)

Requested by: @cuzimacomedian (I hope you enjoy it!)

Word Count: 1k

Tag List: @demonqueen29 @peachy-satan00 @new-zealand-chic @crowleysqueenofhell @unoficialy-married-to-ace-austin @thatpanpal @damnnhausen @irish-newzealand-idian-dutch @linziland13 @xxx-jazz-xxx @writtingrose @whenimakeitshine1234 @cuzimacomedian

I DO NOT OWN THIS GIF: 

“Are you really that mad that you couldn’t break my submission?” I chugged my water, choking on laughs when Yuta turned his head with a clearly pissed off face, refusing to answer me.

Regal has been busting my ass lately with me being the noob of the combat club so, no one was being shown mercy during training, even Yuta being my boyfriend.

“Babe,” I wiped my mouth, kneeling down with puppy dog eyes, “Don’t be so salty.”

I blurted out laughs when his mean mug only grew when our eyes connected. Even though it was funny, I always grew guilty quickly, feeling I needed to make it up to him and so, offering:

“Alright, what do I have to do make you crack so much as a smile?”

“Nothing,” He stayed emotionless, but I always knew how to crush that, putting my hands on his knees, swaying his legs:

“You name whatever you want and I’ll make it happen. How can you deny that?”

“Whatever I want? He cocked his eyebrow, finally showing emotion, excitement when I blew a kiss:

“Whatever you hear desires, my love.”

His eyes scanned the room, curious and thinking of ideas, finding one when his eyes settled on the workout bench.

“Bench. On your stomach,” He said quickly, going to stand up, catching me by surprise:

“Wait, in here? We work out in here.”

“It can be our last exercise for the day,” His snicker was no good and I wasn’t opposed to the thought, just a little nervous because Regal, Mox, and Bryan couldn’t have been too far away, knowing there would be punishment if we got caught in the act.

“Feeling risky today?” I smirked, dragging on to see if his mind would change, “You know if they find us-“

“They can either turn their head or watch,” He took my hand, words proving his firey mood, taking to the bench and putting me down on my stomach, keeping my lower half off the edge.

“I really made you mad with that submission hold,” I giggled, but growing silent when I saw wrist tape in his hand, leaning down and tying my wrists together under the bench, eyes looking up to his and feeling a fire of my own, “Gave you a new submission idea, hm?”

“I got an idea in mind, alright,” His hands swiped away my shorts like nothing, not even bothering to take of my thong, lost in a hurry and pushing them to the side, “Besides, why go shower when you’re just going to get more messy?”

“Gripping at me like that, you’re not wrong baby,” I hummed, perking up my ass, ready for him and having the wind knocked out of me.

“Okay, down there?” He laughed sarcastically, thrusting into me hard, balls deep, pulling back slowly with a tug of my hair, having a make-shift ponytail, “Got real quiet all of a sudden, love.”

“Yuta-“ I gasped, catching a breath, but only for that moment, breathless again with another rough thrust, walls clenching already at the smack against my sweet spot, “Yuta!”

My skin was sticky to the leather of the bench, sweating worse than training made me, his hips ruthless and having my jaw dropped, mouth wide opening to manage breathing, but only releasing moans and screams of his name, filling the room.

“Baby, fuck!” My hips shot up with a jerk, back popping while trying to manage an arch, going to sit up till my wrists smacked the cold metal under the bench, wrists burning and rubbing against each other, “Fuck!”

I forgot my wrists were tied, strain in my arms because I couldn’t control the jerks taking over me, how I wanted to get my hands on him.

“Hard to keep giving it to you good if you’re jumping around,” His hand spanked and it echoed, stung so good and made my head slap the bench, drooling with moans:

“I’m sorry, it’s just so-; I don’t think you’ve ever fucked me like this baby!”

Knowing how close my orgasm was, he pulled my hair back along with one of my hips, not meaning to, but pulling the bench back a little with him, sweet spot about ruined and with my nerves firing off, burning me up, I was barely breathing, slight tears in my eyes from all the stinging.

“What?” He only went faster somehow, giving me another spank like before, “You like getting fucked like this?”

My head never nodded so quickly, loving this new experience even while being ruined, panting hard:

“Love it, Yuta! Make me cum, baby! I’m about to cum.”

Sweat beading down the sides of my face, I went face first and the cushioned leather was no use while trying to hide my nasty scream, nails digging into my own hands and biting on it, whining at how tight I was around him, feeling wetness all over my thighs and even on my stomach a little.

“God, that’s a sight,” I heard his slight gasps, thrusting more slowly during my orgasm, body so overloaded and feeling an ache, turning my head to say:

“Red. Baby, I need a second.”

“It’s okay, I have to-“ He stopped, keeping himself still while throbbing, coating my walls and it was soothing, moaning softly at it, leaning back into him a little even when he began to rub my hips.

“Oh my god,” I looked back up to him with a worn out smile, then down to see how soaked the bench was, even dripping down to the floor, laughing, “Oh my god, we have to clean up.”

“In a second,” He breathed, leaning down to set my hands free, “That was-“

“Fucking incredible?” I giggled, but meant it, teasing, “I’m never taking it easy on you in training again.”