#wheeler yuta fanfic

[daddyhausen]

Head canon of Yuta being your first boyfriend please? 🥺🥺

• first boyfriend headcannons — wheeler yuta •

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{ word count } — 223

{ pairing } — fem!reader x wheeler yuta

{ genre } — fluff

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it was a secret that you’d rather it be left…well a secret

being in your mid-twenties and never having a boyfriend 

the torment was bad enough in high school 

but you feel like the petty ridicule would still continue into adulthood

and it did in some ways 

your parents often asking when you would settle down 

friends getting married and having families of their own

all the while you were left to the sidelines

always the bridesmaids and never the bride it seems 

that was until wheeler came along 

he had you intrigued from the very first glace

and the feeling was definitely mutual on his end 

he was so alluring, his eyes held a cute quirky charm 

kind of like a puppy of some sorts 

and oh god, that smile!

it could simply have you melt into a puddle, giggling and blushing like a schoolgirl 

nevertheless, you hadn’t found it in you’re heart to tell him that he was your first boyfriend 

it felt too embarrassing to tell 

such a hopeless romantic you were 

still, wheeler was smart and eventually figured it out 

he found it rather endearing 

how shy you seemed with simply things such as holding hands or any public displays of affection 

how your cheeks would heat up and avoid his gaze for a few seconds whenever he’d give you a kiss

it was the most adorable thing to him

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[madhatterbri]

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Surprise

Wheeler Yuta x f/Reader

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

Warnings: none. Just extremely fluffy.

Requested by anonymous. Hope you like it.

From my previous account plentyoffandoms.

WC: 648

Paul - Wheeler Yuta

©️ magicalbuttertarts 2024: do not repost or translate my work. This is the only place I post my work.

I was excited to see her face as she has no idea that I was coming back today. She knew I was close to coming back to work, but I kept telling her that I had another few months left until I could come back.

I let Jon, Bryan, and Claudio know that I was coming back, but I had them keep quiet about.

I knew Jon and Bryan would do okay with keeping me coming back a secret, but my main concern was Claudio. He tries to keep a secret, but he can not help but blurt it out.

I was on the phone with Bryan, who telling me that the three of them have been able to keep it a secret, but he has a feeling that Claudio is going to break soon.

"Jusy keep him quiet, and I will be there tomorrow. Better yet, keep him away from her." I told him. I knew Bryan would do everything he could to make the suprise goes off without a hitch.

He was the one to introduce me to her, and you could say the rest is history. Her and I have been inseparable ever since.

We became official after our first date, and I already plan on marrying her in the future.

I have an engagement ring already bought and in my hobby drawer in our shared condo. She never goes in there, so I never have to worry.

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I was hiding in the small closet that was in our dressing room. Everything was set. Jon and Claudio were going to do an interview with Renee, Bryan was going to be bringing her in to interrupt the interview, demanding that she be part the first and only female member of the BCC.

"I'm not sure if I want to be a member of the BCC. I have a good thing going on with Willow."

Now it was my turn to come out.

I flung open the closet door, and everyone looked at me, the camera turning to me. Renee was telling the audience what was going on.

Jon, Bryan, and Claudio, where standing there, two of them with smirks on their faces, and one with a huge smile on his face, slapping the arm of Bryan.

She was looking at me, her hands covering her mouth, her eyes searching mine to see silently ask me what was going on.

"I think it would be a wonderful idea if you joined us. You are just the right person who we have been looking for, and with me medically clear to wrestle again, this may be just the right time."

The camera panned to Renee as she announced that Wheeler Yuta was medically cleared to wrestle again.

She jumped into my arms, her hands gripping the sides of my face as she kissed me, and I kissed her back, my own arms wrapping around her waist.

"Why didn't you tell me you were coming back?" She asked me as she pulled back, breaking our kiss.

"I wanted it to be a surprise." I told her.

She looked back at the Jon, Bryan and Claudio. Renee has gone as she has to get her other interviews done.

"And they were in on it?" She asked me.

"Yes. They helped get you here."

"And Claudio didn't tell me? I'm stunned." She teased.

"Hey!" Claudio said.

"You know you can't keep a secret Claudio." She said to him. Claudio was going to speak up, when Bryan clasped his shoulder.

"We got to get head to the ring. We go on soon." He said.

"I'll be right here Paul." She said to me.

"I'll be back as soon as I can." I kissed her, leaving her in our locker room.

Walking out to the Jon's entrance music, trying not to smile was hard, but I knew she was backstage, waiting for me.

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two of my fav pretty boys <3

Summary: The reader is in a storyline as the first female member of the BCC as well as Wheeler's on-screen girlfriend. Tyler is her ex and doesn't like the way Wheeler is around the reader.

"I'm allowed to see my friends Wheeler." You narrow your eyes at Yuta as the two of you walk through the loading docks. "Besides, we're only fake dating, remember?" You remind him. 

"That doesn't mean I want anyone messing around with you during this storyline." Yuta replies. "It would look bad for the cameras. Besides, what's wrong with the BCC locker room?" He asks you. 

You roll your eyes at Yuta. You've been engrossed in a storyline where you've been dating Wheeler and being initiated into the BCC as their first female member. In the few weeks that the storyline has been going on Wheeler has become quite protective and guarded with you. 

"It's a locker room full of sweaty old men, Wheeler." You scoff. "It's nasty. Why can't I just hang out in the girls locker room until your match?" You whine.

"Come on, YN. It's only be for a little while." Wheeler assures you. "Plus we can't strategize if you aren't with me." He adds. 

You huff out a breath and nod. "Fine." You sigh. "Just please don't linger in there forever like last time." You ask him. 

"I won't. Promise." Wheeler insists and grabs your hand to drag you reluctantly along at his side. 

You and Wheeler head down to the locker room of the BCC. When you arrive, Jon and Claudio are already there hanging out. 

"Hey, guys." Wheeler greets everyone when he comes through the door. 

"Yeah, hey guys." You add with a small wave. 

Jon and Claudio both offer you a nod and a small smile. You sit down in an empty chair and pull out your phone while you wait for Wheeler. While you're waiting for Wheeler to get changed you get a text from your newly separated ex, Hook aka Tyler. The message is asking you to meet up with him before Wheeler's match. 

"Hey, Wheeler, I'm gonna go say hello to Skye." You get up from your seat. "I'll be back in a few minutes." 

Wheeler nods, too busy with digging through his bags to give you a more detailed answer. You head out of the locker room and make your way to an empty stairwell where you and Tyler used to often hang out. When you pull open the door, Tyler is sitting on the bottom step waiting for you. 

"What do you want, Tyler?" You cross your arms as the door clicks shut behind you. 

"I just wanted to talk." Tyler replies, his usual stoic expression on his face. He pats the spot on the step next to him wanting you to join him. 

Reluctantly, you sigh and take a seat next to Tyler on the step. However, your arms remain crossed in front of you. "Make it quick, Tyler. I've got to be out in the ring with Wheeler soon." You explain. 

"Wheeler." Tyler scoffs. "Of course." You notice his jaw clench a bit. "Why did you even take this dumb storyline in the first place?" He asks you. 

"It's better than sitting around in catering." You reply sharply. "What is this really about, Tyler? You didn't make me come all the way down here just to complain did you?" You ask him. 

Tyler wipes his hand over his face in frustration. "What if I did?" He asks you. 

"You broke up with me, Tyler!" You remind him with a scoff. "So you've got no right to be asking me anything about Wheeler, or what I'm up to." You scold him. 

Frustrated with Tyler, you get to your feet and go to storm off. Tyler reaches out and grabs your hand to stop you. His grip is strong enough to force him to his feet as you walk to the door. 

"Let me go, Tyler." You turn back to his and try to pull your arm away. 

"No!" Tyler keeps his grip on you. "Not until I know that you're alright." He adds. 

You stop pulling and look at Tyler. "What? Tyler, I'm fine." You insist. "Why the hell wouldn't I be?" You ask him. 

"I don't like Yuta. Never have." Tyler replies. "And I especially don't like him always hovering over you like some fucking guard dog." He grits his teeth. 

"We're playing a couple, Tyler." You roll your eyes and manage to pull your hand free this time. "That's what couples do! That's what you used to do!" You remind him. "God, what is wrong with you? You broke up with me, Ty!" 

Tyler hangs his head and solemnly nods. "I know." He replies quietly. "It was a mistake." 

"A mistake?" You scoff. "I'm leaving, Tyler. Don't follow me." You turn sharply on your heel and swing the door open harshly. 

Tyler remains in place as you stomp back to the BCC locker room. Wheeler is ready for his match when you arrive but he notices right away that you seem pissed off. 

"YN? What's up? You look pissed." Wheeler walks over to you. 

"I'm fine." You reply dryly. 

Wheeler nods and the two of you head out to the ring for his match. Wheeler does his usual entrance and you hang at his side playing the mischievous doting girlfriend. The two of you make it to the ring and you kiss Wheelers cheek before he heads inside the ring. 

Wheelers opponent for the night comes down to the ring and you take your place in Wheeler's corner on the floor. The bell rings and Wheeler gets to work. You hang out and watch Wheeler take down his opponent. You cheer for Yuta and belittle his opponent to distract him. Wheeler ends up pulling a win by using the ring ropes as leverage when the referee isn't looking. The bell rings again and you cheer for Yuta as you hop into the ring to celebrate with him. 

"Better look next time, loser." You step over Wheeler's fallen opponent with a laugh. "Yuta! Nice work, baby!" You giggle and attach yourself to Wheeler's side to show off for the crowd. 

You and Wheeler flourish a bit for the audience, acting like a happy couple. The two of you are to busy messing around to notice Wheeler's opponent pick himself off the mat and rush Wheeler with little regard for you. 

"Crap! YN, look out!" Wheeler spots his attacker right before he's on you and gives you a shove away from him. 

You stumble backwards and trip over your own feet. Your clumsiness gets the better of you and you slip right through the middle rope and tumble to the floor. Wheeler quickly dispatches his attacker and slides down to the floor to check on you. But as he's making his way out of the ring he spots Tyler come barreling down the ramp as well.

"YN! Are you alright!" Tyler reaches your side just as Wheeler makes it to the floor at your feet. 

"Tyler?" You stare up at him. "What are you doing out here?" You confront him. 

Wheeler kneels down and grabs your arm to help you to your feet. You lean on him and stand up straight with Tyler hovering as close as possible. 

"I saw you fall." Tyler explains. "I just wanted to make sure that you're alright." 

"That's what I'm here for." Wheeler replies in a snarky tone. "YN, you're alright, right?" He turns to check on you. "I'm sorry, I didn't mean to shove you that hard. But I wanted to make sure that you were out of the way." He explains. 

You nod and pat Wheeler's arm. "Yeah, I'm fine. I've had way worse bumps than that, Yuta." You assure him. "Tyler, you can't just come out here like this!" You turn back to Tyler standing silently next to you. "We're not together anymore! Enough!" You reminds him yet again.

"What? We broke up so I'm not allowed to be concerned for your safety?" Tyler protests. "I still care about you, YN. Which is more than I can say about this tool." He sneers at Wheeler. 

"Excuse me?" Wheeler snaps back at him. "I care about, YN! Why don't you screw off, pretty boy!" He puffs his chest out at Tyler. 

You step between the pair before a fight breaks out. "That's enough!" You shout at them both. "Come on Wheeler, let's go." You turn to him and grab his arm. "Tyler. I appreciate that you wanted to make sure that I'm alright. But enough is enough. You broke up with me. So do like you wanted and stay away." 

Tyler nods at you with a soft expression and steps back to give you space. 

"Yeah, you heard her. Back off." Wheeler adds with a sneer. 

"You'd better shut  your mouth." Tyler mumbles to himself but remains in place because you asked him to back off. 

You and Wheeler head up the ramp and Wheeler throws an arm around you to tease Tyler. You roll your eyes but know that there's nothing you can do about it. Boys will be boys. And right now they're competing to see who's the better man. 

[bullet-clubs-bitch]

Single Mother

Blackpool Combat Club X Fem Reader

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

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I woke up in the morning feeling like absolute garbage. This whole week I had just been feeling off. I thought it might be stress with everything going on lately but I knew what stress felt like. I was sick, not sick as in I have a cold, just sick. Tony hadn’t been booking me TV due to my sickness and I was grateful for that. However, being a part of the Blackpool Combat Club meant I would still have to be at every show and be ringside for the boy’s matches. Currently, I sat on the large couch in our private locker room eating crackers since it was the only thing I could hold down. I had never felt so sick in my entire life, this was unlike me. I never was sick, I was always ready for a fight. I needed to be. I know this frightened the BCC, they didn’t know what to do. Alone with my thoughts, Bryan entered the room with a concerned look in his eyes. 

“How are you feeling?” he asked nervously. “Like shit” I responded. I could see the gears turning in his head, I wondered what he was thinking. “What are your symptoms again?”  “Nausea, dizziness, some morning sickness. I just feel horrible. Why do you ask?” Bryan knew my symptoms, he and Mox were dealing with my sick ass all week. “I’m just thinking. Do you think that you could be pregnant?” Bryan oddly calm. “Why would you think I’m pregnant?” I asked him confused. “I’m just trying to think why you have been so sick recently. I also have two kids, ya know. I think I know pregnancy symptoms when I see them” This whole conversation between Bryan and I made me uncomfortable, yet he had a point. The more I thought about it, maybe I was pregnant. I didn’t even realize that I missed my period. 

It felt like the longest five minutes of my life as I awaited the results from the piece of plastic I held in my hand. This couldn't be happening right now, no way I could be pregnant. I paced around the small washroom as I awaited the results. The entire BCC stood on the other side of the door, guarding it like their lives depended on it. “What does it say?” yelled Mox through the door. “Nothing yet” I responded. After a few more moments of panicking the five minutes were up. I was too scared to look at the results. I wasn’t ready to be a mother, let alone a single mother! How would I explain this to everyone?

I looked at the test and felt my stomach drop. Two lines, I was pregnant. I didn’t know what to do, I didn’t know what to say. “Is everything okay in there?” Bryan asked carefully. I said nothing as I opened the door. They could tell by the tears that I was pregnant. I was greeted by a big group hug as I sobbed. We were the most badass faction in this company, what would people say about this? “It’s okay, It’s okay Y/n,” They told me as they ushered me back into our locker room. “No, it’s not okay. How the fuck am I supposed to raise a child!” I confessed 

“We will all help you” Bryan assured me “You don’t have to make a decision right now but whatever you do we will be there for every second” Claudio explained “We are family. You have nothing to worry about Y/n” I didn’t know what would happen, this was a lot to take in but I was grateful I had these guys who would be there for me for every second of it. 

[faggotmox]

title: eyes wide shut, i promise not to fall awake rating: explicit pairing: Wheeler Yuta/Jon Moxley, Wheeler Yuta/Bryan Danielson, Wheeler Yuta/Claudio Castagnoli, background Yuta/Mox/Claudio/Bryan/Regal word count: 11,526 warnings: rape, past rape, abuse, non-consensual drug use, drugged sex, non-consensual bondage, delusions, drug abuse, budding drug addiction to be clear, mental health issues, inability to distinguish reality from not reality, fantasizing, distant partner, come play, blood play. blood kink, arousal from rape, topping from the bottom, daddy kink, domestic issues, dirty talk, free use (kinda), William Regal Haunts the Narrative, post-traumatic stress disorder, Dead Dove: Do Not Eat notes: shout out to sarah for helping proof this :D more notes under the cut, more tags on ao3 link summary: There's a match Saturday on Collision against Anthony Henry, but Yuta can't even remember what day it is anymore. series: the ancient art of quiet rape, part two

[link to ao3] [ao3 series page] [part one on tumblr]

more authors notes: I strongly urge anyone with issues reading about the experience of not being able to distinguish reality from not reality may not want to read this fic. Through out the work Yuta will be unable to remember a lot of things, and struggles with figuring out whats real and what isn't.

To be clear about some of the above tags: Yuta will be drugged during part of this fic. In other parts he will be popping pills. Yuta does not remember the events of the hospital, or that he was raped. He thinks its just a nightmare. During certain parts of this fic Yuta will fantasize about raping another character, and have dreams about being raped. Mox will mention his past with being raped in an erotic way. Yuta will be aroused by being raped.

I do feel it necessary to explain all of this since this is sensitive. I want people to enjoy this work about erotic rape and erotic abuse, not be hurt by it! (cringe shit I say but mean even though it's cringe).

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"Learning to perfect the ancient art of quiet rape, You've always been so warm and calculated, I owe you a thanks, Eyes wide shut, I promise not to fall awake, Lick the guillotine and tell you how the gasoline tastes, The grass is always greener on the other pesticide." --Eyedea & Abilities, 'Burn Fetish'

The house was always quiet. It never used to be like this, but then again there used to be a few more people around. Instead it’s just Yuta, living like a ghost in Bryan’s house. That’s what it is now. Just Bryan’s place. None of them had ever officially moved in but for some reason everyone mostly gravitated to staying there. Yuta just felt like a guest now.

Mostly Bryan was resting. Especially the first few days. There was a lot on his mentor’s mind as he tried to recover, there was a title to defend after all, but they weren’t really speaking. Sure Yuta asked what Bryan needed, how he was doing, what they would have to eat, and so on. Bryan answered. Sure they spoke here and there, but they didn't talk.

The thing was, Yuta knew he was acting strange. Lately everything made his skin crawl, every sound made him jump. Anything salty was likely to tip him into an anxiety attack. He felt like a shell of a person, terrified of nothing he could understand. Most of the time he was barely present. All day he spent checking on Bryan or training, at night he couldn’t sleep so he watched matches.

In the mirror Yuta could see the toll of sleeplessness. The nightmare plagued the young man even when he was awake. Every reiteration left Yuta with less memory, but more of a vivid feeling. Something that couldn’t be shaken off. Clinging to him like plastic, suffocating and uncomfortable.

There was so much Yuta couldn’t hide, and while he knew Bryan was recovering as well as dealing with his own trauma, the man never seemed to notice. For Yuta’s own health he had to write it off as Bryan just dealing with his own stuff. Sure, that was understandable. After all, it was Bryan who actually went through something.

“Hey, Wheeler?” Bryan’s still hoarse voice asked over the sound of cooking.

“Hm?” Yuta wasn’t actually listening, he was paying attention to the pan as he made dinner. Not really, he was actually completely zoned out.

“Why haven’t you been staying in the bed with me?” Bryan asked but he wasn’t looking at the younger man. There was a slight uncomfortableness to him even bringing it up.

“Hm.” Yuta just shrugged, not hearing the question.

“Yuta.” Bryan’s voice was louder, a little mad now. It snapped the other out of it.

“What? Sorry. My head’s somewhere else, Bryan,” Yuta admitted, glancing over to see how much he pissed his mentor off.

“Yeah. I noticed.” The slight snark to it made Yuta wince. “I just asked why you hadn’t been staying in the bed with me.”

“I…” Yuta put the spatula down so he could lean on the counter. “Just figured you needed space while you recovered.”

“Thoughtful of you,” Bryan mumbled sarcastically.

There was something that just snapped in Yuta. Hands balling up into fists as he tried to control himself. A few deep breaths until he was able to turn off the stove. Yuta turned sharply to face Bryan sitting at the breakfast bar.

“Honestly, I can’t fucking sleep, Bryan. I didn’t want to be keeping you up. So fuck you.” Yuta made sure he didn’t raise his voice, forcing the rage boiling inside of him to a simmer.

“Hey, hey. I’m sorry.” Bryan got up to come hold Yuta. Normally it’d be sweet but today it made Yuta want to scream. “You are being thoughtful. I just…missed you in bed.”

“Oh…” Yuta shrank into the hug, putting his arms around the shorter man. “Sorry.”

“It’s a two way street, right?” Bryan kissed the younger man’s cheek. “Have you tried taking your Xanax before bed? They make you really sleepy.”

“Not really. They’re for panic attacks so I didn’t think about that,” Yuta admitted, realizing he could do that. “Fuck it. Haven’t slept since you were released. I’ll take one after dinner and we can go to sleep.”

“Only if you think it’ll help. It was just a suggestion.” Bryan finally let go.

“Yeah. I do think it’ll help.” Yuta nodded, sure that it couldn't hurt at least.

Right after they ate, Yuta took a pill before cleaning up the kitchen. Bryan said he had a little headache so he needed to lay down. That was fine, Yuta wasn’t too worried about it. For a while he’d work on the dishes and when he got too tired he’d go upstairs.

The slow ascent up the steps exhausted Yuta. Each foot weighed down by dread. Despite this being what he wanted from Bryan, wanting to be noticed in his own suffering, it just felt bad. Anxiety and worry were overpowering even the medication the closer he got to the bedroom.

It felt strange, almost dreamlike to walk into the bedroom. Everything was practically how it was the last time Yuta was here. Like a time capsule of before. The sheets were different than they had been before the weekend. It was jarring to see that none of Mox or Claudio’s scattered things weren’t thrown out or even put away.

Yuta was too exhausted to think about it as he sat on the edge of the bed, opposite where the sleeping Dragon laid. House shoes kicked off, Yuta slid into bed fully clothed. The room was cool but not cold enough for a hoodie, sweatpants, or even his socks. He made sure to stay out of the covers, pushing them over towards Bryan who was already asleep.

Even with the Xanax sleep was elusive. Every so often he’d nod off but he wouldn’t sleep. As the minutes ticked by, Yuta lost more and more patience. The room was too quiet; the sound of Yuta’s racing thoughts were loud like bumps on the mat. The temperature of the room seemed to fluctuate between way too hot and slightly too cold.

In an act of frustration Yuta fished the pill bottle out of his pocket. Shaking out two more light blue pills to go into his mouth. There had to be relief somewhere, right now it looked like it might be at the bottom of the bottle. Yuta remembered Mox half jokingly telling him that if he chewed the pills up they’d hit faster, so he did that.

To balance out the advice from the other man, Yuta started doing some of the breathing exercises Bryan taught him. Slowly things started to even out as the combination of breathing and chewing the pills sent the tingling of calm. Closing his eyes, Yuta was finally met with darkness instead of ghosts.

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As soon as Yuta woke up he knew something was wrong. This wasn’t the same bedroom he had fallen asleep in. As he looked around, heart beating out of his chest he realized that he was at…Claudio’s place? It was the guest bedroom that nobody really used. Except most of Yuta’s things were there. Everything that was important to him seemed to be in the room.

Panic was flooding the young man as he got out of the bed, the covers were thrown back violently. Yuta ran towards the door, but his heart sank when the handle didn’t move.

“What the fuck, what the fuck.” Yuta rushed around the room but couldn’t figure out what he was looking for.

It felt like hours went by, but Yuta ran out of steam early. It seemed impossible. Everything was surreal. Like the fact there was a bathroom he didn’t remember from before. The door was heavy and he knew he wouldn't be able to get it open. He thought there was a window in this room but it was nowhere to be found.

A loud knock came at the door finally. The silence had lulled Yuta into a dreamlike state and the noise made him jump up to his feet, stumbling slightly. The hinges to the door didn’t make any noise as it opened. On the other side was Mox, a big grin on his face as he strolled inside. Jeans slung low with a sway to his hips. No shirt for some reason, giving Yuta a glorious view of his hairy chest.

“Hey, kid. Glad you’re up. Feeling okay?” Mox didn’t seem to mind the door latching behind him as he got closer. “Gave you a bit to cal--”

“What the fuck is this, Jon?!” Yuta shouted, so much anger welling up.

“Um…it’s the thing you wanted, man. I didn’t decide on this. I didn’t come up with it, or let myself be here. You wanted this.” Mox frowned, a look of hurt coming across his face. “Remember? At the hospital when we talked about this?”

“What? What hospital? I don’t know what the fuck you’re on about, Jon!” Yuta snapped. “Why are my drums here? Why is my computer here? All my clothes, books, movies, what the hell is this! Answer me!”

“Fucking christ. You gotta calm the fuck down. We got your fuckin’ pills too.” Mox pointed towards the nightstand. “If you relax, I’ll refresh your damn memory.”

“Calm down? You’ve got me locked in some damn room--” Yuta’s fists balled up as he contained his rage at being cut off.

“Just shut up for a minute.” Mox waved him off. “When we were at the hospital in Chicago we talked about how we wanted to keep you locked up, free to use whenever we wanted, the only time we let you out is to go wrestle.”

“Wha…” Yuta’s brain was flooded with all that memory. “We didn’t agree-- I didn’t--”

“We all know this is exactly where you want to be.” Mox sighed as he glanced back at the door. “I’ll go, if you still need to adjust. I just wanted to get my dick wet, honestly.”

“You just wanted to get your fucking dick wet? Do you hear yourself?!” Yuta took a step closer.

“I hear myself, kid. I know exactly what’s going on.” Mox’s face darkened as he stepped closer too. The threatening action made Yuta pause. “This is the whole reason you’re here. It’s what you’re good for. So I can go, give you more time to relax, but the longer you make me wait the worse it gets.”

The hospital came to mind as the threat set in. The violent violation by his fellow faction mates allowed cracks to form in Yuta, hairline fractures that weakened him as a whole. Mox knew that, even if Yuta didn’t. A little pressure on the right part would cause him to shatter. Being blindsided by his own mental state, Yuta just stared. How could this be real? Surely Bryan would notice he was missing or something?

One large hand landed on Yuta’s shoulder, moving around to the back of his neck. Gripping, holding tight but it wasn’t rough. Mox wasn’t hurting him, just pulling him closer and closer.

“Bryan ain’t coming to find you. You’ve already been gone for three days, kid.” Mox spoke quietly, slowly like he was breaking bad news.

“No, no. That’s…Bryan wouldn’t…” Yuta started to shake his head but he knew it was true. He knew that Bryan may not even notice he was missing because his mentor didn’t really care.

“I could give you your phone right now and there wouldn’t be a missed call or text from daddy.” Mox tacked on the last part just to be cruel, to really drive it home. That broke Yuta more as he started crying. “You don’t got a match for a while either, so no one at work is wonderin’.”

“Jon, please,” Yuta begged as everything inside of him crumbled.

“So, is it now or later? I’m getting impatient here.” Mox sighed as he let go, finally looking away.

Yuta stared at the older man as the gravity of the situation started to sink in. This was his new world. It felt insane to just drop to his knees but what other choice did he have? Eventually they’d just take what they wanted from him; that much Yuta learned the night at the hospital. At least he could save himself some pain maybe if he just sank to his knees now.

+++

The bedroom was bright and sunny, a window open to hear nature’s tune. Light sparkled through the currents. Sheets and comforters cocooned Yuta in the empty bed. It was hard to orient himself but Yuta focused on slowing down his breathing. Something was making the bed shake, it took a moment for Yuta to realize it was him.

Shaking like a leaf would be an understatement. Yuta was trembling. Even being all wrapped up, with the addition of his heavy choice in pajamas, didn’t stop it. In fact Yuta could feel himself sweating profusely, his heart jackhammering like he’d just spent an hour running the ropes.

As everything eased back into reality, Yuta was able to slowly get out of the bedding. The clothes he wore to bed were drenched in sweat, but at least it wasn’t on the bed. Cool air ran past his body but did little to quell the heat.

Once Yuta was up on his feet he noticed how bad he felt. Maybe he’d caught something. His throat felt raw and scratchy, all his joints were aching, and he had a headache despite just waking up. The clothes were sticking to his skin uncomfortably.

The hoodie was stripped first, tossed to the side as socked feet took Yuta to the bathroom. It was too bright but Yuta couldn’t do anything about it. His balance had yet to even out so he held onto the sink as he walked by, glancing at his ghostly form in the mirror.

Cold water ran into the sink, swirling down the drain as Yuta started at himself. He looked awful. Even though he slept his eyes still had bags under them, he was pale, and looked vaguely sick. Yuta could admit the look in his eyes was bad, he looked like he’d given up. Something was broken inside of him but he had no idea what.

At this point Yuta couldn’t remember basically anything from the nightmare he’d had at the hospital. Now he could barely recall the one that had just happened. It was starting to really piss him off that he just had no recollection of the things haunting him, he couldn't see them so he couldn’t deal with them.

“Stress, huh.” Yuta rolled his eyes, remembering the nurse expressing concern about his stress.

Finally, Yuta bent down to wash his face off. The cool water added a refreshing relief. Everything else started cooling down too. Getting all the grime and sweat off his face made Yuta feel significantly more human.

“Where is Bryan?” Yuta muttered to himself as he dried off his hands.

It wasn’t like Bryan was supposed to be anywhere. Bed rest had been prescribed for nearly a week. The first thing Yuta did was find his phone on the bedside table. The battery was low since the night before he hadn’t cared much if his phone was charged. The display didn’t have any messages, nothing from his mentor.

There was the possibility that Bryan was somewhere downstairs but after a quick sweep there was no one. Not even in the garden. Both of their cars were there, which was good since Bryan wasn’t supposed to be driving.

It annoyed Yuta to wake up alone. No message or indicator of where his injured partner was at. Of course Bryan just took off, that was just what he was good at. Yuta groaned to himself as he tried to back track that line of thought. After all, Bryan probably just didn’t want to wake him up since he knew Yuta hadn’t been sleeping. Not that it was even good sleep. Yuta felt more tired than he had the day before.

After some contemplation Yuta decided to just go take a shower. That would probably do him some good, right, and he’d find some fresh clothes too.

+++

The hot water cascaded over Yuta’s body while he ducked under the spray. It was probably too hot, his skin already taking on a pink tone. Something needed to be washed away, even if Yuta couldn’t articulate what it was that he needed to clean off himself.

Ever since the PPV it was like a layer of filth was stuck to Yuta’s skin. Each shower did nothing to rid him of the disgusting feeling. Something was weaving its way through his skin, sewing patches of filth over the cracks. Every pore felt like it was seeping and oozing.

Without looking, Yuta reached over to the shelf to grab body wash. A few bottles clattered over, one even rolling off. It stayed at the bottom of the shower; Yuta was too preoccupied to care. The faded red washcloth was lathered up quickly, and taken to his own skin like sandpaper.

Every inch of tan skin was scrubbed red raw. The strong smell of sandalwood emanated from the suds, a tiny hint of vanilla. It was hypnotic, and Yuta paused with his chest and arms done. The bubbles were washed off patches of raw skin as the smell lingered, assaulting Yuta’s memories like a punching bag.

“Fuck, Mox.” Yuta’s moans echoed in the tiled shower.

Yuta could recall the scent well. Even during training, all sweaty and wet, Yuta could smell the lingering notes of sandalwood and vanilla on Mox. It was one of the things he loved when Mox would cuddle up to him or sit too close. Comfortable and safe, until a few days prior.

Looking down, Yuta saw himself getting hard at the memories of Mox. Strong muscle, coarse hair, and the smell. Cigarettes, sandalwood, and just a little vanilla. As Yuta’s cock filled out his mind brought up images of Mox, but he fixated on a memory he had of the other man.

Hand on his cock Yuta envisioned Mox, in some nondescript hotel room with sheets to match. Sometimes if Mox was tired enough he’d fall asleep in his towel after a shower. Laying face down on the bed, Mox’s back glistened, still damp and warmed from the water. Yuta thought about all the details.

The way Mox’s scars caught water, how his body hair dried. The way the sleeping man had both arms under his head as a pillow. One foot slightly off the bed. Peaceful slumber painted his face as Yuta stepped closer and closer. One hand undoing his belt, quietly pulling it through each loop.

The tantalizing scene in Yuta’s head played out as he stroked his throbbing cock. A light hand worked his shaft so he didn’t get too excited. This was a fantasy he wanted to actually experience instead of rush through. It wasn’t something he’d ever indulged with before now, and he didn’t know why that changed.

In his mind Yuta started undoing the button and zipper of his jeans as he got to the hotel bed. One knee planted between Mox’s legs as he reached up to bring the other man’s hands down. It took a few seconds to thread his belt around Mox’s wrist until he was tied up.

“Yoots?” Mox muttered, his tired face turning towards the younger man.

“Yeah, Mox?” Yuta started to peel the towel back to reveal one of the best asses he’d ever seen. Thick muscles sculpted into two beautiful globes. “So hot.”

“Wha’s up?” Mox shook his wrists, sleepiness still affecting his judgment.

“Don’t worry about that, baby,” Yuta assured the other as he moved around.

“‘Kay.” Mox let his head fall back onto the bed, eyes closing because of the trust he had in his young boy.

Yuta mounted Mox with ease, his cock slipping between the other’s cheeks. The rush of power and euphoria made Yuta’s head spin. There was a slight grunt from Mox as the weight settled down and the rough material of jeans scratched his skin. It didn’t matter, not to Yuta, and neither did the uncomfortable position his prey was in.

Below him there was some shifting from Mox as he realized how uncomfortable the position felt. A slight strain of the back and tensing of muscles let Yuta know the other was exactly where he wanted. Hands started tracing the damp scars, finding nonexistent patterns and shapes.

“Hm?” Mox tried to look back.

“Ready for me, baby?” Yuta grunted as he sat up on his knees, pushing the other’s legs further apart.

“No? I don’t…wha?” Mox shook his head as he felt the pressure against his hole.

No lube or prep went into it. It took a lot of effort to push in, and when he did Mox howled in pain. The belt was tugged and pulled but kept Mox immobilized as Yuta fucked into him. It felt so good, Yuta thought, as he slammed into the man below him.

“Fuck! Wheeler!” Mox cried out. “Please!”

“Please what, bitch?” Yuta was breathless, losing all composure.

“Stop!” Mox cried. “It hurts. Please?”

“Stop? You want me to stop?” Yuta breathlessly spoke as he leaned over Mox’s back. “No. I’m taking what’s mine.”

The hot water of the shower washed the seed away as Yuta came hard into his hand. It was good, even satisfying, Yuta realized as he came down from the euphoria. The fantasy stayed there, playing more even after Yuta finished. Thinking about the way Mox would fight back, wiggling to get away maybe. The violence of the situation made Yuta feel like he could go again.

Before he could delve more into this newly uncovered fantasy, the bathroom door opened. Yuta jumped, turning to look even though the glass of the door was fogged over. The place was filled with steam from the too hot shower, even wiping the glass didn’t help. For some reason Yuta’s anxiety ramped up thinking it was maybe Mox or Claudio, he wasn’t exactly sure why that also made him even more horny.

“Wheeler?” Bryan’s voice called. “You better be in there. That’s a lot of water to wa--”

“I’m here. Yeah.” Yuta squeaked, quickly reaching out to turn the temperature down. “Are you okay? You weren’t here when I woke up.”

“I’m good.” Bryan’s cheerful voice played over the rushing of water. “I went for a run af--”

Yuta threw the door of the shower open frantically.

“You went for a run? Bryan, you’re not cleared!” Yuta shouted, suddenly unreasonably angry. “What the hell is wrong with you? After what happ--”

“Wheeler, Wheeler. Relax.” Bryan frowned. “I went this morning while you slept after I got medically cleared to start training again. I’m fine.”

“That was today?” Yuta looked the other man over. Seeing his boyfriend in running gear made his stomach knot up. “I-I was supposed to go with you.”

“It was just a doctor’s appointment. You were asleep finally so I didn’t wake you up. Wheeler, you’ve got a match soon and you’ve not slept at all.” Bryan cocked his head to the side. “You don’t even know what day it is.”

“I-I-” Yuta closed his eyes tightly as he tried to focus and figure out what the fuck was happening.

“You’re wasting water, Wheeler,” Bryan pointed out with disappointment.

“Sorry.” Yuta turned to get back in so he could turn the water off completely. “I just wanted to be there, Bryan.” The fluffy blue towel wrapped around Yuta’s waist as he hung his head.

“You leave tonight for Ohio,” Bryan sighed as he finished undressing.

“I do?” Yuta considered the days, frowning at the mirror. When had he lost so many days? “Uh, wh-who am I--?”

“Fuck. You don’t even know? I need you to focus, Wheeler, okay? Do you understand me?” Bryan’s stern voice felt like a cheese grater. “You’re wrestling Anthony Henry in Ohio on Collision.”

“Okay. Well.” Yuta shrugged, finally standing up right. “I can beat Henry.”

“Not if you’re going to be this distracted. Not knowing what day it is, who you’re matched up against, not training, not sleeping. You’re going to forget your boots too.” Bryan rolled his eyes.

“Fuck you. I’ve been--” Yuta paused, unable to articulate anything.

“You’ve been what, Wheeler?” Bryan shook his head. “You’ve been distracted. Figure it out. You can’t let what happened distract you. Got it?”

The nerve of Bryan saying that struck something in Yuta. For a moment he just stared at the other man, trying to figure out what was going on. Maybe Bryan was in denial or something, Yuta couldn’t just ask. Neither one of them was ready to talk about it. Clearly.

“Got it.” Yuta nodded curtly before exiting the bathroom.

+++

Traveling alone, to Ohio no less, was a tough experience. Even though Yuta had traveled by himself before this felt different. This was alone. There wasn’t going to be anyone waiting for him here or on the connecting flight, not at the hotel or even the arena. Even Bryan couldn’t do the drop off since he wasn’t supposed to be driving yet.

Not that Bryan seemed to want to take his prodigy. That was something Yuta had to just chalk up to Bryan still being messed up from Chicago. That was what he had to keep telling himself about a lot of things.

The whole trip was numbing. No excitement or anxiety bubbling up. Granted that could have been the excess of pills he had been taking. By the time Yuta got into his hotel room he was ready to pass out. At least he hoped he was, because he still hadn’t slept. The night before didn’t count because he woke up still exhausted.

In the morning Yuta had to get up to work out, something he promised his mentor. Now he was thinking about just skipping it. No one would notice. Sleeping was probably more important. Another pill was popped while the rest sat on the bedside table.

Despite best efforts, Yuta tossed and turned unable to fully rest. There weren’t any vivid, unrememberable nightmares this time. Small things to be thankful for, he thought while staring at the shadows passing across the ceiling. Yuta tried not to think about how the morning would come soon, leaving him unrested for his match.

Yuta let his mind wander since nothing else was working. Slowly his eyes drifted closed to the fantasy he had about Mox while in the shower. The way Mox looked while struggling, the sounds he was making. It was easy to conjure up the scene, after all Yuta knew Mox pretty well at this point.

It had never occurred to Yuta he may have a rape kink, but here he was fantasizing about just that. Yuta also didn’t take long, just thinking about Mox begging him to stop sending him over. Come spilled over into his hand with a grunt, still thinking about forcing Mox.

Getting up was out of the question so Yuta just cleaned himself off with his t-shirt. The smear of come across the old BCC logo wasn’t lost on him. Settling back in Yuta realized he was still thinking about it. What would it be like to force such a strong man? Make him beg and cry?

As Yuta pondered just those things he started to drift off, finding peace as he fell asleep. Actually fell asleep, and the sleep was good. Relief and recovery flooded Yuta, he was sure he could have slept for days if not for the courtesy call from the front desk. The one Bryan made him set up just to be sure Yuta got some training in and didn’t oversleep.

Training was the last thing the young man wanted to do. The hotel gym was empty since it was so early. Yuta tried to motivate himself through the workout by telling himself he could go straight back to bed until it was show time. There just wasn't anything there. No drive or focus.

“I can beat Henry,” Yuta mumbled to himself.

The reflection from the mirror caught the haunted look. The stress, pain, and disconnection all etched into his face. Exhaustion stayed creeping around the edges, threatening to reinvade. Breaks in the mask that Yuta put on for everyone else, little fractures that would soon become a serious threat.

Considering how he had been eating lately, which was nothing at all, Yuta realized he needed to eat if he was going to wrestle tonight. Even though Yuta wasn't hungry he figured that could be why he looked so terrible. There wasn’t much he had been eating lately. Once up in his room Yuta called for room service, ordering a decent sized breakfast and coffee. The likelihood of him eating everything was slim but at least there would be coffee.

By the time the bell boy came by with Yuta’s breakfast he was showered and watching some movie. After handing off the tip Yuta sat down as the guy left the room. None of the food looked that good to him as he stared down what he ordered. After heavy consideration the coffee and the waffles were taken first. Settling back on the couch to watch the movie, so he had a distraction while he ate.

“Nothing?” The head FBI agent asked in the movie.

“Nothing,” the main guy responded.

“Go home, kid. Get the hell outta here. Get some sleep. You look like shit. They get anything even resembles your guy, I'm on your beeper. Here. You like feta?” The boss agent was offering food to the main guy.

“Feta. My favorite.”

Yuta wasn’t paying much attention, but he realized he’d seen this movie a lot. Like a lot. Enough to remember most of the lines.

“Johnny…” the boss agent said as Yuta finally looked up at the screen, drinking his lukewarm hotel coffee. “All I wanna know is one thing, why didn't you just take the shot?”

“I don't know,” Johnny responded.

“I see why Mox thinks this movie is hot,” Yuta mumbled against the ceramic edge of the cup as the next scene rolled around.

Most of the coffee was gone so quick, Yuta figured it was time to dive into the food. Nothing looked good, but nothing had for days now. The first bite of waffle was actually fantastic. Yuta moaned softly as he started eating quicker. The sweet fluffiness filled Yuta up. New life came over him as he felt warmer and happier as soon as the food hit his stomach.

Even Yuta’s anxiety and depression were lifting. The slow, deep ache he was constantly feeling started to recede. Weight was taken from his shoulders allowing him to actually relax, sinking into the couch as the movie flashed interestingly in front of him. Food practically forgotten about, his entire existence changed.

The couch was breaking away leaving Wheeler feeling like he was floating in water. Gently drifting along the surface in the calm, cool currents. Waves gently rolling onto the beach. A liquid lull that nearly pulled Yuta into blessed sleep. Eyes and body getting heavier like sand washing up on the shore.

The movie played on regardless of Yuta’s state. Mesmerizing colors traced across the scene. As the weight of exhaustion dragged Yuta down he finally drifted off for a moment, thinking about how he needed to set an alarm. Just in case he overslept, but he couldn't will his body into action.

Just as the last bit of consciousness left Yuta he could have sworn he heard the mechanical lock whirling to life on the door. Someone was coming into the hotel room. Even the threat of an unknown person in the room couldn’t motivate Yuta into doing anything more than tip his head to the side to try to see.

“Hey, you’re watching my favorite movie, prince.” Mox’s voice floated through Yuta’s psyche.

+++

Stress. It was all the stress. Like the nurse had said back when Bryan was in the hospital, stress is a very serious thing. This was another stress nightmare. That was the only way Yuta could accept what was happening. Even everything felt the same as that night, as fleeting as Yuta’s memory was of that event.

Slowly waking up to a much darker hotel, it was difficult for Yuta to adjust. The TV was still playing the movie, the food was still out, and he was still on the couch. Somehow it felt different, even looked a little different. Like a dream.

Just like a dream Mox was standing there. Beautifully basked in the glow of his preferred movie, attention captivated by the moving frames. The three quarter profile really showed Mox off to Yuta as he scanned over the shirtless frame of his boyfriend (yes, ex). The trim waist made Mox’s ass pop. Yuta’s eyes hovered over the thick muscles of the other man’s backside before moving up to examine his abs and the way muscle flexed around Mox’s ribcage, and perfectly defined pecs covered in wiry hair.

On screen the final fight between the two guys played, Mox’s eyes locked onto the image. While Patrick Swazye and Keanu Reeves backdropped each other, Mox started undoing his jeans. There was an audible sigh from the pseudo king at the relief. The light blue jockstrap peeked out from under the jeans slipping down his hips.

“This has gotta be a dream,” Yuta muttered as he let his head fall back.

“There’s my prince.” Mox easily tore his eyes away from the screen to smile at his young boy, preferring Yuta to his own favorite movie.

“Wha’s goin’ on, Jon?” Yuta hated not being able to speak well, his words bleeding out at the ends.

“You have a match tonight,” Mox mentioned as he walked around to stand over the other. “You almost done?”

“Wha?” Yuta blinked a few times before he heard another voice.

“One minute and I’ll be finished, King.” Claudio’s voice came from behind the couch.

“Wha’ the fuck?” Yuta jumped, trying to move but nothing moved. In fact something pulled.

“Don’t start that, sweetheart.” Mox reached out to run his fingers through Yuta’s hair, pacifying the panic with affection. “Claudio’s just making sure you’re secure, then it’ll be just the two of us.”

“Jus’ t’two of us?” Yuta blinked up at the other man. Feelings came back to him as he remembered the hospital, instead of being afraid he was confused and horny. Just like now.

“Finished.” Claudio’s voice came over the room once more.

“That was exactly one minute.” Mox grinned over the couch at the other.

“I know,” Claudio acknowledged as he walked around to look at the young man on the couch. “We didn’t want you to strain yourself before your match.”

Mox nodded along, hand coming up to cup the back of Claudio’s head to pull him down for a kiss. Just as they had at the hospital the pair bit more than kissed. Mox did all the biting as he bit into Claudio’s mouth until the larger man bled. There wasn’t as much red as there had been but Claudio wore it proudly, stars lighting up his eyes as he looked down at Mox.

“You’re good,” Mox muttered against the other’s lips.

“I am?” Claudio’s whisper made Yuta feel like this was a moment he wasn’t supposed to experience. It felt odd, out of place. It kind of made the younger man feel even more like he was in a fever dream.

“You are.” Mox placed the larger man’s hand over the tacky cross necklace he had been wearing.

“Thank you, King.” Claudio bowed his head to the other man before starting to step back, but the ‘King’ stopped him.

“If you’d like to say anything to him, give him a little something.” Mox nodded towards Yuta. “Want him to remember who cares about him after all.”

“It is your night--” Claudio shook his head humbly as if he couldn’t even consider taking this time away from his king.

“Remember when it comes to the prince, he’s ours,” Mox insisted.

Yuta was sure he was in some sort of fever dream now. It wasn’t just the fog in his brain. It wasn’t often Claudio was vulnerable like that, in so few words. To Yuta that wasn’t something his old boyfriend would do. Or maybe he was just in denial about what was happening? Thoughts raced back and forth until Claudio came over.

“Sweetheart.” Claudio knelt down, one knee on the carpet just like a knight paying respect.

“Claudio?” Yuta felt teary eyed for some reason.

“I want you to know something very important.” Claudio made sure they kept eye contact, making sure their young boy was listening. “You are an incredible wrestler. Accept your violence. I can tell no one has been taking care of you during this time.” There was a pause where the Swiss giant had to collect himself. “I know you must be exhausted, but you have tonight under control.”

“Wha’?” Yuta recoiled at the faithful trust the other still had in him.

“You can beat Henry any day of the week, under any conditions. I know you can because I trained you.” Claudio bowed his head. “Do not let anyone make you believe you can’t handle what you’re doing tonight. You’ll win, sweetheart.”

“I-I-” Yuta felt himself start to cry a little. Crisp, high emotions soared through every space in his body as the words being directed towards him. “--love you.”

“I love you too.” Claudio leaned forward to catch the other’s lips in a sickeningly sweet kiss sealed in the older man’s blood. “I’ll leave you two to it.”

The tall man stood up from his place kneeling in front of Yuta. Walking away towards the door like a ghost leaving the scene of a haunting. Every weird, strange feeling Yuta had been grappling with welled up like a tsunami, crashing against the sides of his skull. Yuta felt like he might drown in it.

Suddenly it all stopped. Calm waters washed over the shores. Yuta felt himself coming back down from the emotional high. The strange confessional left Yuta heartbroken and motivated in what he previously considered wrong directions. He closed his eyes, letting his head fall back.

At some point it permeated Yuta that Claudio had been tying him up. The crafty freak was able to tie him down. Arms stretched over the back of the coarse hotel couch, wrists tied. There was just enough slack to not strain him. Both ankles were tied in some web Yuta couldn’t figure out. Probably anchored to the feet of the couch, but he wasn’t exactly sure.

What Yuta was sure about was that he was naked. All the clothes he had been wearing seemed to have vanished when he woke up. Not only was he nude, but his cock laid half hard against his thigh. Clearly interested in whatever this was, after all he had been jerking off to the reverse of this not long ago. (Maybe it was a wet dream, Yuta tried to convince himself).

“Hey, baby.” Mox smiled fondly as he walked over to his young boy. “How’re you doing?”

“Don’ know.” Yuta admitted as his eyes honed in on the other man’s crotch. “Wha’s goin’ on?”

“I just wanted to see you before your match,” Mox admitted, a little shrug. “Been thinkin’ about you.”

“Huh.” Yuta couldn’t think of much more to say because Mox looked genuine. The cute puppy quality to the man’s eyes was there. It was the first hint Yuta really saw of his old boyfriend.

“I know you’re going through a lot right now. Everything seems too big and terrifying, I’m sure. Just trust us, okay?” Mox was in nothing but the jock that Yuta was pretty sure he got for the pseudo king. “I wanted it to be just the two of us right now.”

“Trust you?” Yuta laughed at that, maybe that wasn’t fair in such a tender moment but he couldn’t stop himself.

“Yeah. Trust us.” Mox frowned, reaching out to stroke Yuta’s beard. It was untamed at the moment. “Same way you trust Claudio to do your beard on match days.”

“I donno,” Yuta admitted, his eyes growing soft and heavy until he let them close. It was nice to feel affection again that didn’t make his skin crawl.

“That’s okay. I know. Claudio knows.” Mox let his hand drop to the back of the couch so he could move onto the couch himself, settling right on top of his young boy’s lap. “You’re ours, Wheeler. You belong with us. Sooner you realize that the better.”

There were too many words swimming around so Mox leaned in to kiss Yuta softly. Easy and calm, nothing like Yuta was expecting. Their lips danced together, tongues meeting. It was so good, lighting everything up for the younger man as he gave himself over. Slowly Mox started rocking his hips, allowing Yuta to rub his cock against the exposed ass on top of him.

Soft moans were exchanged as they both got into it. The ropes tugged when Yuta tried to move to touch the beautiful body above him. Mox snickered a little at Yuta’s whine. Large hands started to explore since the younger man clearly wanted to. Some kind of denial torment that made Yuta’s pulse quicken. Just the right kind of touches to really stir his appetite.

The hands stayed gentle as Mox’s mouth descended on his young boy’s neck. The rough bites and nips were playful. It felt good enough that Yuta tipped his head to the side so that the other had more skin. Mox was easily entertained, much like a puppy with a new chew toy, just gnawing at the hard muscles.

“Been worried about ya.” Mox finally stopped the oral assault to speak. “Like our big guy said, no one’s been taking care of you.”

“M’fine,” Yuta muttered, his hips rolling as his aching erection called for more attention.

“Don’t lie to me.” Mox cupped the younger man’s cheek, making them see eye to eye. “You don’t have to.”

“I--” Yuta’s head was so foggy he had no idea what he was thinking. “Dreamed o’you?”

“Asking or telling me that, kid?” Mox sat up, shifting back on the lap he was perched on.

“Tellin’.” Yuta blinked a few times, willing the haze to go away. “Oh fuck, Mox.”

A wet, warm hand wrapped around Yuta’s aching dick, a light squeeze that sent sparks all over his body. He felt heightened. Just that touch nearly had Yuta ending prematurely. The gentle glide of Mox’s hand was all he could focus on anymore.

“Feel good, baby?” Mox grinned, leaning in for another kiss. This time it was quicker. “Tell me your dream.”

“Ah. Dreamin’ righ’ now.” Yuta shrugged, or at least attempted to.

“That what it feels like, Wheeler? You’re dreamin’?” Mox questioned.

“Yeah. It’s ’ll warm an’ soft.” Yuta moaned at the skilled way the other knew his way around the cock in hand. “Feels good.”

“Tell me about your dream, sweetheart.” Mox returned to the topic at hand.

“S’not very nice,” Yuta admitted.

“Good. I like it when you’re mean.” Mox let go of his young boy’s cock.

“No,” Yuta whined and opened his eyes.

“Relax. Tell me the dream anyways.” Mox pushed as he repositioned himself over the hard dick he just had in his hand.

“Fuck, Mox.” Yuta was paying more attention as he felt the head of his cock press against Mox’s wet hole. Slight pressure. “Please, please, Wanna fuck you again…”

“You will, sweet prince. You will.” Mox groaned loudly, totally unashamed as he slowly took Yuta’s cock.

“It-- I--” Yuta could’t focus but he wanted to answer. Actually wanted to reveal himself to his tormentor.

“That’s it, Wheeler, fuck. You fill me so fuckin’ good.” Mox let out a sigh of relief as he seated himself fully on the younger man.

“R-Raped you,” Yuta confessed as they looked into each other’s eyes, deeply connected via each other’s bodies.

It wasn't just that Yuta saw how much that turned on Mox. He could feel it too. The insanely tight passage clenched around Yuta’s cock. There was a slight swivel of hips too. The aggressive hunger on Mox’s face pried more details out of the younger man.

“T-Tied your hands…up.” Yuta bit his lip as the man in his lap started moving. “W-With…my belt.”

“Fuck, Wheeler, I’m--” Mox shook his head as he started to really fuck himself. “I wish you had.”

“Fucked,” Yuta said breathlessly, not able to put the phrase together without a pause. “Dry.”

“Bet you did.” Mox groaned, one of his hands lacing through Yuta’s locks at the back of his head. “Fucked me dry until I cried, huh?” The hand tightened, pulling the younger man’s head back hard. “That’s so fuckin’ hot, you don’t even know.”

“It is?” Yuta couldn’t believe that but he thought it was hot obviously.

“Fuck, yeah. You wanna rape me, Wheeler? Make me your bitch? Maybe pay me back for all the shit I did?” Mox grinned at the wide eyed look directed at him.

“Yes!” Yuta nearly found himself shouting, trying to thrust up into Mox but finding little room.

“I want you to too,” Mox confessed right in Yuta’s ear.

Yuta felt his eyes roll back in his head. It was too much. Everything was too hot again. There was a burning inside of the young man, a need to take something back. All he wanted was to be able to break free of the ropes and throw Mox onto the floor. Hell, it seemed like even Mox wanted that. But the ropes didn’t budge. Of course not, Yuta thought to himself, this was exactly where he wanted to be after all.

For some reason Mox started to slow down. A slow, gradual rocking of the hips. It was good, teasingly tender and Yuta wanted to cry. This soft side was too reminiscent of before. Mox’s head was practically resting on Yuta’s shoulder, so the younger man tipped his head in to nuzzle Mox. There was a soft hum of approval that made Yuta smirk as he bit down hard on whatever he could find.

Mox growled in pain as he stopped moving. One rough hand landed on Yuta’s neck while he latched onto the underside of Mox’s jaw. The hand started to squeeze. At first Yuta thought Mox was about to choke him, but that wasn’t it. There was pressure at the bottom of Yuta’s jaw making him slowly unclench his jaw. The way one would do to a dog.

“Disappointing.” Mox grunted as he set up but kept a hand on his captive’s neck. Checking his own neck he touched the bite mark only to find saliva. “No blood?”

“I--” Yuta tried to say something, what he wasn’t sure of, but thankfully Mox stopped him before he needed to think of more words. The hand on his neck moved to tightly hold his chin. “Huh?”

“If you’re gonna hurt me, Wheeler,” Mox grunted as he wiped the spit off his neck onto his hand, “At least make it worth it. Make me bleed. I know you’re better than this.” Mox wiped the bit of spit across Yuta’s face. “You’ve made me bleed plenty of times. C’mon.”

“Fuck…you.” Yuta growled, tugging again at the ropes. “If--If not-- I’m tied down!”

“And I gave you the perfect opportunity to rip my throat out. Take it.” Mox growled.

Something inside Yuta woke up, a fire rekindled. Mox was right. He was capable of hurting the man on top of him, even bound, there were plenty of times Yuta was able to inflict violence. The first thought was to headbutt but they were too far apart with too little slack. Instead Yuta worked up all the spit he could. The medium sized glob landed on Mox’s cheek, catching in the ginger beard hairs.

“Atta boy.” Mox grinned down at his captive. “That’s what we want outta you.”

“Little closer,” Yuta said as he bared his teeth. “I’ll show you more.”

“You better, kid.” Mox winked.

Their lips met suddenly, a hard crash of teeth that pushed Yuta’s head back. The wet spot on the other man’s cheek smeared across Yuta’s darker beard. Tension amped as Mox prepared himself for whatever the younger man was going to do, but Yuta just kissed back.

Slowly Mox untensed, his body going slack as he started to ride his young boy again. The hand on Yuta’s jaw went lax too. An opportunity happened the moment Mox gave up on there being some sort violence. Without hesitation Yuta bit hard into the other man’s lip.

The taste of rich copper was well known to the both of them. Mox gave an initial jerk but Yuta didn’t let go. Sharp teeth dug in deeper the louder the older man moaned. It was hard but Yuta tried his best to buck his hips too. The little bit of room was just enough to send his message.

Blood was in Yuta’s beard now. Instead of pulling away Mox tried to lean in, less tension but it just gave Yuta the opportunity to latch onto another part of the torn lip. For a brief moment Yuta wished he would be able to inflict enough damage to cause stitches, but he doubted he could do that in his current state. Still he tried. His cock throbbed each time he heard the pained whimper from Mox.

One of Mox’s hands was on his own dick, while the other was pushing on Yuta’s shoulder again. Trying to create space or end their bloody kiss all together. It wasn’t going to be on Mox’s terms though. The more the older man tried to get out of the kiss the more Yuta kept his hold firm.

The static electric pleasure was bouncing off the both of them, wiring them together. Against his stomach Yuta could feel how rough Mox was being with his own dick. Hips moving up and down in quick, little motions that were driving Yuta insane but probably did wonders for Mox. Finally Mox dragged his hand over to Yuta’s throat and started to squeeze. A warning to let go.

Yuta did not let go. There was no warning he was willing to heed at this point. He snarled as the hand gripped tighter. The throb of Yuta’s pulse rushed in his ears, keeping time with the ache in his cock. Buried deep inside the man choking him, that man’s blood between them. They fucked as they fought, struggling in a strange display of parallel dominance.

Stars started sparkling in Yuta's vision as darkness carved out the edges. Carefully breathing through the choking was ingrained in the young man, but it was eventually too much. Mox’s bloodied mouth was released, Yuta’s head falling back as he searched for air. Once released Mox let go of his young boy’s neck.

The entire time Mox had his hand on his dick. After a few seconds Yuta could barely open his eyes, looking up at the pseudo king. Red smeared, some even dripping. Mox looked so pleased, so turned on. Finally the hand on his dick stopped only to come up to collect some blood and reach back into his jock.

“Fuck,” Yuta muttered, opened-mouth breathing because of all the blood and spit.

“What’s wrong, kid?” Mox smirked like he had achieved something but the younger man just shook his head.

“It’s hot,” Yuta admitted, his eyes trying to catch sight of the inside of the jock. “Lemme see your hand.”

“Sick fuck.” Mox once more brought his hand out, presenting it to Yuta.

All of the mixed fluids gathered in Yuta’s mouth were spat into the awaiting hand. It wasn’t going to be good lube; there was something disgusting and hot about Mox smearing his spit and blood all over his dick. The look of pleasure that came over his face made Yuta moan too.

“S’hot. H-Hard--” Yuta tried to encourage. “Harder.”

“Hm. Demanding brat.” Mox’s tongue stuck out a little as he kept the pace and depth he was at.

“Fuck you,” Yuta grunted, trying to hold onto the anger in the sea of pleasure. “What’d’you wann’ from me?”

“Tell me you’re gonna win. Tell me you’re going to fuck Henry up.” Mox looked sternly down at the other, their eyes staying locked. “All I want is you to win and keep winning.”

“Weird…way’o showin’ it,” Yuta muttered, trying to shake off the hand.

Something dark took over Mox’s face. It wasn’t anger, but Yuta had a feeling he was in trouble. The hand returned to the younger man’s neck, holding him still as Mox leaned in. Slow tantalizing rock of their hips kept the pleasure heightened. Blood-wet lips pressed against Yuta’s ear.

“You have no idea.” Mox’s husky voice echoed through his young boy’s ear. “Think I haven’t been where you are right now? Where do you think we learned it all from, kid? You’ll understand, soon. Just enjoy it, like you have been.”

“Don’ wan’ this.” Yuta tried again but his dick was still rock hard inside the other.

“Neither did I,” Mox admitted, his teeth nibbling on his young boy’s ear. “It was still hot as fuck. It didn’t matter what I wanted, it was about giving me what I needed. I had no choice in the matter because Lordship knew best.”

“Jon, please.” Yuta tried to shake his head.

“It’s okay. You can imagine it,” Mox teased, deciding to pick up the pace now. Powerful thighs working to bring him further up and back down. They moaned together.

“Fuck.” Yuta’s broken sob came from his chest. Somehow Mox knew that he was getting off to this. His brain conjured up the exact images he needed to imagine the scene Mox was telling. It made an intense guilt pool with the horniness.

“The first time was in the locker rooms. It was fucking insane. We fought, but of course I couldn’t win.” Mox kissed down Yuta’s neck. “Not when my head felt like yours.” Teeth scratched at Yuta’s pulse. “We’re different, Wheeler.”

“Different.” Yuta had closed his eyes long ago, violent pornographic scenes playing for him. There was something that needed to be reconciled deep within, some sort of split that Yuta needed to stitch together.

“Fuck me. You remind me so much of Claudio.” Mox panted, really working himself up now. “You just think you have to be such a nice guy, baby, but you don’t. It took so much to break that nice guy act down, but once you get underneath? There’s so much more. He just never knew it either.”

“Mox?” Yuta grunted, pushing against the hand. “Mox?”

“Hey, relax.” Mox let go of his young boy’s face, and pulled away so he couldn’t be attacked. “What?”

“I’m gonna win. I’m gonna fuck Henry up. Doesn’t matter-- forgot my boots or not. Fuckin’ win.” Yuta forced the words out as he looked up into the king’s face.

“God damn right,” Mox growled. “You’re fuckin’ perfect, Wheeler.”

Their foreheads came together, nuzzling at each other as if this were the ring. They shared each other's air and space. Despite being joined they weren’t close enough. Mox scrambled, grabbing and pressing himself fully against his young boy, blood and sweat allowing their skin to slide together.

Tears caught in the corners of Yuta’s eyes. There wasn’t anything wrong, he wasn’t hurting or upset. Were they were happy tears? Yuta had to admit they were. The emotion welling up inside him at Mox calling him perfect stitched the broken parts of Yuta back together. He felt so raw and new, like a freshly healed wound.

The rough way their bodies were moving together was countered by the soft kisses Mox laid across his young boy’s cheek. Their lips ended up together again, rough but normal aside from the blood. A shaky half moan, half sob wormed its way out of Yuta’s chest.

“Let it out. No one else’ll know,” Mox spoke, still lip to lip, muttering in barely audible words. “Want us to come together, baby.”

“Please, Mox, please.” Yuta begged for release as the tears started to slide down his face.

“Fuck. Good boy. Look at you.” Mox watched the tears slipping down Yuta’s face, he hadn’t stopped really working his hips but he was finally starting to ride his young boy properly. “You’re so fuckin’ pretty, baby.”

The more Mox said the more of Yuta’s tears slipped out. More compliments, soft words following. The unshakable faith Mox had in his young boy, what he saw in his young boy, all the while riding Yuta to the breaking point.

“Ah, fuck. Come on. Be a good boy, and come with daddy, yeah?” Mox growled, his hand being shoved back into his jockstrap.

“Daddy,” Yuta hiccuped between his moans and crying.

“Yeah, baby, c’mon. You’re all pent up.” Mox was breathless as he sweet talked. “Ain’t no one been takin’ care of you, huh? And I’ve been playing with you far too long. Fill daddy up, Wheeler. Be a good boy.”

The words were going straight to Yuta’s cock. Sure there were plenty of times Mox begged to be bred, but this time he wasn’t begging. Practically ordering his young boy in the nicest way. Yuta felt his balls tighten as Mox purposely squeezed around him, making himself tight.

Yuta snapped at the tight feeling squeezing his cock, coming deep inside the tight passage. They shared more fluid as Yuta felt his seed flood Mox. Somehow Mox managed to shoot off at the same time causing senstational spasms through him to Yuta’s cock, massaging and milking him. They slumped together but Yuta could still feel his cock twitching and leaking.

Despite not wanting this Yuta was desperate for more, he even wished Claudio was there to take a turn. His cock was aching for more action. Mox was slowly rocking on his hips in Yuta’s lap.

“You’re a good boy, Wheeler,” Mox muttered. “But you’re only a good boy for us. Understand?”

“Yeah.” Yuta responded automatically as he floated through his post orgasm bliss. At this point he'd agree to practically anything.

“You belong with us.” Mox reiterated as he slowly kissed up Yuta's neck.

“You sure?” Yuta moaned softly at the teasing kissing.

“I'm sure.” Mox kissed the shell of his young boy's ear. “Been sure since those first forty seconds, baby.”

+++

Brrring. Brrrring.

A calamity of noise loudly rang out in the near empty hotel room. Cold food sat out since the morning, but the TV had turned itself off after a few hours. Everything was nearly pitch black.

Brrrrring. Briiiiing.

There was a heavy fog settled over Yuta’s mind, even trying to wake up in panic didn’t work. A clammy, cold sweat took over his entire body as he laid on the couch, slumped over from sitting up while he fell asleep. Everything moved like a washing machine so Yuta laid back down on the couch for a moment. The noise continued but Yuta was finding himself drifting back to sleep.

Brrriiing. Briiiiing. Briiiiing. Briiiing.

Finally it stopped so Yuta closed his eyes completely to let himself go back to sleep. There were thoughts swimming around that he couldn’t make heads or tails of at the moment. It was too much to try to decipher currently as words and images played out. And just as Yuta shoved those things out of his mind enough to sleep another noise started.

Knock. Knock.

That was at the door. It dawned on Yuta that the weird sound before had been the hotel phone and now there was knocking on his door. Slowly he started to get up, the rushing world around him blurred as he tried to get upright. A coffee cup was knocked over on the table but Yuta didn’t pay any mind to it.

Knock. Knock. Knock. Knock.

“Comin’.” Yuta finally found his raspy voice. It sounded like he’d slept with his mouth open, scratching his throat.

Knock. Knock. Knock. Knock.

“Coming!” Yuta stumbled step by step to the door, using the wall to help him. The door was finally opened. “Hi?”

“Mr. Yuta.” A woman about Yuta’s age stood on the other side with a concerned smile. “Our front desk attempted to call 3 times for your wake up call,” she informed him as she took a look at him. “So I came up to make sure you’re okay.”

“Oh. Fuck.” Yuta rubbed a hand over his face. “Yeah. I’m okay. My sleeping has been messed up a lot from all the traveling. Thank you for coming up.”

“It’s no problem, sir. Can I get you anything?” she asked as he gave the young man another look over.

“Um.” Yuta froze for a few seconds but then nodded. “Coffee?”

“Sure. I’ll have it sent right up, sir.” She smiled, gave a little bow, and took off.

The door clicked shut, the auto lock turning with a whirl. Alone, Yuta stood there for a moment with his forehead pressed against the cold metal door. Flashes of what he could only assume was another stress nightmare plagued his eyes. Slowly he turned around to slump back against the door.

Resting against the door Yuta looked down at his hands. There were no marks from fighting back. No rope burn or bruising on his wrists like he expected from being tied to the couch. Nothing. Not even irritation or muscle strain. The young man forced himself off the door too quickly, everything swam around his vision as he stumbled back towards the cold food on the coffee table.

Frantically Yuta started stacking the plates to put the room service cart in the hall. Secretly he was searching for some hidden clue that the dreams he was having were real. Nothing. Again there wasn’t anything abnormal about the coffee table. Attentions were turned towards the couch, but there wasn’t any evidence there either.

Vaguely Yuta could remember blood and come during his dream. Blankets of craziness started to suffocate him as he rushed into the ensuite bath. The bright lights bounced off the shiny mirror while Yuta’s eyes took too long to adjust. Most of his weight bared on the sink counter as he stared the reflection down.

Other than the horrible bags under Yuta’s eyes there weren't any other signs of distress or activities. It was hard to fish for pieces but Yuta tried remembering. No bite marks or bruises. Hell, Yuta didn’t even feel like he had some freaky sex.

“It was just a nightmare,” Yuta muttered to his reflection.

All those movie scenes where a character punched their mirror all made sense in that one moment. Everything about the reflection was something Yuta hated. The exhaustion in his dark eyes, the palness, the waning muscles. It all made a rock of self hate settle in the young man’s stomach. The reflection wasn’t who he truly was, but every day he was feeling more and more like the ghost before him.

“Fuck you,” Yuta growled at the man in the mirror. “You’re weak. You wouldn’t be able to beat Henry.” He narrowed his eyes, anger and pain starting a fire. “But I can.”

The lights were cut off sharply as Yuta left the room. Whatever fog was lifting as he came out of the bathroom to get dressed. Everything was coming into sharp focus, something inside him shifted into the right place. There was a sense of confidence that was back.

All Yuta needed was his bags and he went to leave. Along the way he passed the hotel employee bringing up the pot of coffee, but Yuta didn’t have time to lament the lost coffee. He pulled the hood over his head as he got out to his car to leave for the arena.

+++

Once at the arena Yuta was hit by a wave of longing for his team. Hesitantly he pulled his phone out to check the messages he knew Bryan hadn’t sent. There was nothing new. As he opened up the message field to type something out a text came in at the top. Yuta blinked a few times as his blood ran cold.

It took a moment to build up the courage. As the screen with Bryan remained unchanged, a text from Claudio awaited. Closing his eyes Yuta took a deep breath before pulling up the new message.

“You’re going to win tonight. Remember Anthony Henry isn’t someone to be taken lightly, but you are the better competitor. You are stronger, more violent, and technically sound. Remember your training. Good luck, Wheeler. Not that you need it.”

This was the message that Yuta carved from Bryan. The advice and support that could be easily given. All of the earlier clarity was receding, leaving a void of emotion as everything settled in. There was no reason for Yuta to be getting supportive texts from Claudio but not Bryan. This couldn't just be about Bryan being hurt right now, even though he’d gone running and to doctor’s appointments.

With a scowl Yuta returned to his message with his mentor. The letters appeared under his thumbs as he let his emotions drive his actions. Hitting send without even considering otherwise. There was something deeply wrong and it was breaking inside Yuta.

“I’m going to fucking win tonight.”

The car door slammed. Anger and confusion swirling around in Yuta’s head as he made his way inside. Everything was feeling numb and far away. Just before the corner that led to the locker rooms Yuta felt his phone go off, he stopped to open the message. A small smile spread when he saw it was from Bryan.

“I’d hope so, Wheeler. It’s Anthony Henry.”

That was all. Yuta closed his eyes, counted to ten and put his phone away. Being immediately accosted by the media team made Yuta shut down. He could hear words but they didn’t make much sense. Expect the word Bryan. Somehow he found himself talking, but he wasn’t exactly sure what he was saying either. The words weren’t anything.

The jab Bryan made about forgetting his boots played over and over in his head for some reason. Even as he spoke quietly about Bryan’s condition. As the zipper came apart Yuta instantly realized he somehow did forget his boots. They weren’t tucked away in the under pocket of the gear bag meant for them.

Panic set in as Yuta walked away from the conversation. The one thing. The stupid one thing that he just couldn’t forget. Once in the empty locker room still labeled BCC Yuta paced around as he tried to remember if he just left them in the hotel or all the way at Bryan’s place. There was a memory Yuta had of packing the boots but not taking anything out at the hotel so nothing was forgotten. It wasn’t like Yuta’s memory was super reliable.

“Fuck, fuck.” Yuta shook his head. Anything else could have been forgotten but not this. “Maybe uh…the tailors?”

Without much thought Yuta went along to find the costume, wardrobe, and tailor people. It wasn’t a fruitful journey. Wrestlers were too particular so they didn’t keep any kind of boots on hand or shoes for wrestling in general. Too many varieties, they said as Yuta walked off in a semiconscious state.

The lonely, cold locker room was depressing. A lot of ideas were running through the young boy’s head, like did he have to wrestle shoeless? Rage was washing up on the shores of Yuta’s emotions until he noticed something sitting by his gear,

“What the actual fuck?!” Yuta screamed as he saw a pair of his boots tossed near his bag. “I don’t fucking--”

Deep heavy breaths started to help there be some level of calm. Enough to go look at the pair. They were just some random pair of his boots, but not the ones he thought he packed. Leaning down Yuta realized there was a piece of paper tucked inside the right boot.

Heard you were missing boots. You left these in my truck last time we were in Ohio together. You’re gonna fucking kill Henry tonight. --MOX

Upon closer inspection Yuta could remember leaving these. They weren’t his favorite, for some reason the instep was too narrow on the right foot. Last time these boots were on his feet was in Ohio, he remembered tossing them in annoyance in the back and refusing to get them as a joke. If Mox was in the building, he would have driven here in that truck and saw Yuta’s interview moment. It made sense, it made perfect senses.

But Yuta was pretty sure he packed his fucking boots.

[milk-crater]

Wheeler is ticked off that not only has Marina somehow wormed her way into Jon's trust, but she's also fine with ordering Wheeler around. And then Wheeler says something stupid regarding Roderick Strong and really gets on her bad side. (this fic is now on page 2 of the AEW AO3 page, so I wanted to share it here in case anyone missed it).

[alex-wrestling]

Greenwood

Poly BCC

Warnings: depression, brief suicidal thoughts (it’s like a paragraph)

A/N: I wrote this during my William Regal obsession lmao. I don’t know why I made Mox an asshole OR why I used Regal’s first name but I’m not fixing it because I’m lazy. I love hurt/comfort and there’s none with Regal so I made my own! Title is from the Bell Jar, which I was reading when I wrote this in February.

When William said there would be no practice of any kind, the others immediately worried.

He was strict, even with himself. If someone missed a training session or match review, they had to make it up later. It didn’t matter how drained you were; unless you were actively dying, you showed up to learn.

It was a perfect day for running. A nice breeze on a warm sunny day, a few clouds for shade, and it was a Sunday morning, meaning people would either be in church or sleeping in.

The four others stood outside of the Englishman’s door. Bryan’s foot tapped impatiently, while the others weren’t too worried. They’d take a free day any day, but they were concerned about William. He hadn’t woken up with them, and Yuta swore he’d seen a blue eye peek at them as they tiptoed out of the room.

”Regal,” Mox said at last, “get your lazy ass out here.”

Bryan was quick to swipe at the back of his head. “Shut up!”

“He‘ll probably make you do laundry or dishes for talking like that,” Claudio whispered, ever the peacemaker in the house.

”Mox might have to, considering Regal hasn’t done anything around here.”

Bryan, they all knew, was right; laundry was halfway up the wall, stinking up the room, and the dishes were piled high. Doing chores for one person was a nightmare, but five?

”Maybe we should let Mr. Regal rest,” Yuta suggested meekly. “He might be stressed.”

Claudio nodded in agreement, while Mox and Bryan shook their heads.

The bed creaked behind the door, and they all paused, waiting for another sign of life. The door slowly opened, and red eyes peered at them from the dark room.

The blinds had been shut and all the lights turned off. It was a state the bedroom was rarely in during the day. William loved to have light whenever he could. That was the first thing the four noticed.

The next were his eyes. “Are you alright?” Claudio asked, his slightly accented voice dripping with concern.

”Splendid,” William replied. His voice cracked, and if he were feeling better, he might care. “Please, keep talking about all of my flaws, right where I can hear you.”

Mox didn’t seem to catch the sarcasm dripping from his voice. “We sweep, we dust, we mop, we’ve even had to cook for you because you’re too fucking lazy to get out of bed! Yuta’s done more work than you have this week. Maybe you’re just useless.”

William clenched his jaw. The others held their breath, waiting for some kind of discipline. The oldest let out a breath.

”You’re right.”

Dead silence.

”You don’t mean that, Regal,” Claudio said. “He’s just mad, he doesn’t mean it.” Mox opened his mouth to argue, but a kick to his shin silenced him. “Is that why you’ve been so…tired? Because you’re depressed?”

Yuta, who had been bouncing up and down for the past ten minutes, stepped forward and hugged his mentor. William’s eyes widened. He hadn’t been hugged since he was a child.

Yuta wasn’t big and warm and strong like the others in the club, but he was comforting nonetheless, and William felt his resolve slip. He felt the tear before he knew what he was doing, and once the first one fell, he couldn’t stop the rest. “I-I haven’t been a good partner, have I?”

Bryan joined the hug. “It’s not that. We just don’t appreciate you enough.”

Claudio slipped in. “You are wonderful, Regal.”

Mox stood outside of their makeshift circle, twiddling his thumbs and avoiding looking at William. “Come here, sunshine,” he said, managing to maneuver an arm out and beckon their other lover over.

”I can’t,” Mox said, “I made you cry.”

”I’ll feel better if you come here.”

Mox sighed and wrapped his arms around the pile of humans in the hallway.

”You can talk to us,” Claudio said. “We would’ve helped you.”

”I don’t need it.” The response was automatic. “I can deal with it myself. I won’t drag you into this.”

Yuta shook his head from where it was buried in William’s collarbone. “I’ve known lots of people with depression. If you don’t talk to us, maybe a therapist? We don’t want you to hurt yourself.”

William thought of all the nights he stayed up, sleeping on the street, wanting to step off of a bridge, ‘forgetting’ to cross the road, holding a knife to his wrist willing himself to shred his veins.

”He’s right,” Bryan said, interrupting his thoughts, “we love you.” Hums of agreement followed. “We’ll help you, step by step.”

”I can cook,” Claudio offered, “I’m very good at it.”

Mox was silent. William wasn’t expecting him to say anything, as cruel as that sounded, but he was always full of surprises.

”Please be okay.”

William had never felt so loved, so cared for in his entire life. The feeling was overwhelming, and it threatened to escape his chest and cradle his boys. “I’ll try,” he said, and that was all they wanted.

He was Sisyphus, rolling the rock uphill as a punishment for being born, but he had four people who loved him chipping away at that boulder.

[kayfabebabe]

Moment of Forgiveness

Here’s the sequel to Aftermath - (You can read that RIGHT HERE) - that nobody, including myself, asked for. This is set after Regal’s betrayal and ‘The Attack’ whilst Bryan is, also, away from the group. 

This has literally been collecting dust in my drafts for over a year (Yikes!) 

Blackpool Combat Club  WARNINGS - Angst. Oh, the Angst... Mention of injuries. 

~ ~ ~ 

This was a ridiculous idea.

A truly absurd venture that was only going to create more questions than provide satisfying answers. Wheeler had spent the entirety of that morning trying to think of the perfect excuse to not visit Regal, but it was a fruitless effort. Why was this such a difficult task? Every other member of their faction had found the courage to see Regal, even Mox had faced the older man without incident. And yet, the mere prospect of standing in the same room as Him caused an anxious buzz beneath Wheeler’s skin. 

It had been weeks since Regal turned his back on them. Not just Mox, but the entire Blackpool Combat Club. The pain from that night still lingered, growing tenfold and lodging itself firmly behind his ribs as he watched his, once, mentor attacked from backstage. What was he supposed to do? Wheeler stood dumbfounded by the monitor whilst Bryan rushed out to the ring, followed by paramedics until Claudio led him to their shared dressing room. It didn’t stop Wheeler from replaying the moment in his head, over and over again. Since that night, their faction had been broken. Splintered. Bryan remained painfully distant and his absence could be felt everywhere. An echo of a chuckle was missing at the end of a joke and a favoured mug sat untouched on the counter.

Claudio seemed completely unbothered by the trip. His fingers tapping a rhythmless tune on the steering wheel and cursing beneath his breath at other cars in an array of languages. Normally it would earn, at least, a light chuckle from Wheeler, but his mind was caught up in his own thoughts to find the humour of it. Claudio, of course, noticed. 

“Do you know, Yuta, that I was the last man to step into the ring with Regal? I was the one to break him beyond recovery. To end his career...” 

The history between all of the older men was well-known to Wheeler. He could feel the ghosts of their shared memories during training sessions or, sometimes, in the middle of matches. When Wheeler first joined the Blackpool Combat Club, it was jarring to step into a group with such tightly-knitted connections and it took months for him to feel less like an intruder. To feel like he belonged with them. Wheeler could now step into their locker room and his presence was immediately welcomed, getting pulled into whatever conversation was happening between the stablemates.

“He forgave me before I understood fully what I had done. You see, behind the facade of a villain is a gentle man who forgives the mistakes of others. No matter the magnitude of them. Perhaps we shall permit him the same grace.” 

There was a flicker of an emotion behind Claudio’s eyes that Wheeler couldn’t quite place. Grief? Remorse? The car lapsed into silence again and remained that way until they were parked outside of a familiar house. There was no turning back from this decision unless Wheeler wished to be deemed a coward. He anxiously chewed on the inside of his cheek as he trudged up the drive and, before Wheeler could talk himself out of it, he knocked on the door. Everything was still. Time slowed with the steady thud of Wheeler’s heart deafening him to the approaching footsteps, eyes widening when the door was, finally, pulled open. There, standing tall with head raised, was his eldest mentor. William Regal. 

The same man that slid the brass knuckles across the ring to MJF. The same man that abandoned them without a logical explanation. The same man that broke their trust. 

"Master Yuta. Please, come in." 

The house remained largely the same although Wheeler noticed every missing part of them. Mox’s boots by the front door, Claudio’s coffee beans sat beside the kettle, Bryan’s cardigan slung over the back of a chair. They were gone. Any sign of the rest of the BCC had been removed and all that was left was a cold, empty house. No longer the welcoming refuge that became their secondary home. The only other change to a formerly familiar surrounding was the cane being held tightly in Regal's right hand. 

"May I interest you in some tea?" 

Wheeler silently accepted the offer and watched as Regal slowly moved around the kitchen, momentarily leaning his hip against the counter. This all felt surreal. Too many memories of lazy Sunday afternoons after weeks of touring bubbled to the surface. Regal would make tea for each of them: Matcha made with oat milk for Bryan. Earl Grey in a fine china cup for Claudio. English breakfast with 4 teaspoons of sugar for Mox. Chamomile with a squeeze of lemon and extra honey for Wheeler. 

“You may ask your questions, Wheeler. Whatever they might be, you may ask them…” 

“Why?” 

Straight to the point. William placed Wheeler’s cup in front of him with an empty smile before seating himself in the chair opposite the younger man and leaned backwards. His hands cradled his own drink and fingertips absentmindedly traced over the raised design that decorated the side of the cup. A minute sign that Wheeler wasn’t the only nervous one. The silence dragged on as the older man carefully searched for his words with a crease deepening between his brows. 

"Have you ever been to the circus, lad?"

“No…”

Regal's gaze never left Wheeler's as he delicately placed two sugar cubes into his own teacup and stirred. Lesser men would shrink under his Lordship’s gaze and, at once upon a time, so would Wheeler. 

"When I was younger, they would have all sorts of beasts and creatures that, these days, you could only see in a zoo or on the telly. They'd even have tigers..."

His Lordship had a natural knack for storytelling; one that he often took advantage of during long car rides or moments of quiet backstage. His voice was soft and warm, edged with a roughness that only came with age. He would never admit to anyone, but Wheeler had missed listening to Regal. Late at night, when Wheeler’s mind was too loud to sleep, he would try to recall those stories that his former mentor shared. 

"I always thought it was particularly cruel to keep such magnificent beings locked away, only brought out to be pranced around a ring for entertainment. There was one tiger, I remember, kept pacing his cage. Back and forth. Back and forth in this space that was barely bigger than the tiger itself, but it kept moving. Back and forth for hours."

Where was this story going?

"It didn't know how to do anything else. You could take away the bars and the cage and place that tiger in the middle of the jungle where it was meant to be. It would still pace."

Finally, William's eyes dropped down in favour of watching the wisps of steam rise from his cup of tea. Pieces slowly fell into place for Wheeler with the echo of Claudio’s voice in his head. The illusion of the Gentleman Villian was gone and the man sat opposite Wheeler was softer. Less imposing. Wheeler’s eyes fell back to the handle of the cane resting against the side of the table. Fragile. 

"The cage has long since gone and, yet, I still pace. I believe I grew complacent with you and the others. Everything was too good. So..."

"You had to create chaos."

It was an unsatisfying answer. Wheeler had expected more. So much more. The kitchen fell back into silence and Wheeler tried to accept Regal’s rationale for his illogical behaviour. How did the others find it in themselves to forgive him? Claudio and Bryan seemingly never held anything against Regal for his betrayal. They were confused, yes, but not upset. Their forgiveness was immediate and without question as if Regal simply forgot to pick them up from the airport or something more trivial. Mox, however, was livid. Wheeler witnessed firsthand Mox’s anger towards the older man in his heated arguements with Bryan about Regal. 

Until, one day, Mox forgave him too. 

“I think I understand, Sir...” 

A blatant lie. Wheeler heard the uncertainty in his own voice and he knew that Regal heard it too. He wanted to. Wheeler wished that he understood his Lordship’s actions in the same way that Bryan and Claudio did. And, perhaps, that want to understand is the first step towards forgiveness. 

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[wammbam]

Letting it Happen

yuta lets a lot of things happen. mostly because he doesn't know what else to do, doesn't want to fight against a lot of it, and craves a whole lot more.

he lets mox clean the blood off his face and neck and chest. lets him hold a hand up to his forehead so the water wouldn't pound on the cut there and lets him cup water over his face and scrub at the sweat and grime over his chest. lets mox hold him up as the water beats against his back and lets hands tangle in the back of his hair and feels small trails of thin blood down his face and over his mouth. feels mox's tongue against his chin and cheek and breathes in the dark, full scent of mox.

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finally finished this fic, have it my lovelies :)

read more here

[strawberry-lickwe8]

Kinda tempted to start writing fanfics abt the hot ass bbg's I fantasise about 24/7. Idk tho

[critterdotcom]

@dykecassidy posted xir riley/yuta botch fic and i think it behooves me to post my fic post PURE championship challenge

Riley’s fingertips were pulsing in time with her heartbeat, the pain of her broken nails radiating all the way up her arm. “Don’t think anyone should be wrestling with these,” the medic was saying, wiping the drying blood from each finger, then carefully wrapping them, “but you can’t stop the ladies from going out to get their nails done. Especially Nyla.” Riley cracked a smile at that, thinking about Nyla’s claws, always sharp and perfect, somehow staying pristine after rough matches.

The door creaked open, and there he was. Yuta’s chest was still glistening with sweat, the PURE championship clasped around his waist, and Riley let herself indulge in a slow, long once-over of her boyfriend. He always looked good after a match, masculine and still pretty. Riley licked her lips. “Hey, champ,” she said, and Yuta’s eyes crinkled with a warm smile. The medic glanced up from Riley’s hand, a silent nod to acknowledge before he went back to wrapping the last finger, taped securely. “Alright, that should do it.” The bandages didn’t give Riley the range of movement she liked, but there wasn’t really a choice. At least she hadn’t bled all over her gear.

Yuta had his arm around his girlfriend’s shoulders all the way to their room, comfortable silence, their steps in sync. Riley let Yuta unlock the door— she was awful at getting the locks open first try— and he held it open for her, chivalry. “How’s your hand?” he asked, concern underneath a level tone, and Riley blew a strand of hair from her eyes, stepping past him and flopping backwards onto the single bed. “Hurts. I’ll live, though.” Footsteps, then Yuta’s handsome face swimming into view, the feeling of his warm hands on Riley’s body, her stomach, her waist. “You did really great tonight. I mean, maybe I’m biased ‘cause you’re my girl,” and Riley was definitely not letting herself think about how that phrase made her heart skip a beat, “but you were incredible. Fuck.” 

He sounded almost breathless, hands sliding up Riley’s sides, just barely touching her breasts, up further to cup her face. “Anything you want tonight, it’s yours,” Yuta said, and his eyes were half-lidded, teeth catching on his lower lip, sending a trembling heat rolling throughout Riley’s body. She shifted, opened her legs so Yuta could more comfortably kneel between them, slotting in easily, two puzzle pieces snapping together. “Yeah?” she asked, hardly above a whisper, wrapping her arms around Yuta’s neck, gentle pressure until his forehead was against hers. Not a power play like in the ring; intimate, making Yuta let out a soft sigh. “Yeah,” he breathed, and kissed Riley.

[daddyhausen]

last one (i’m going through it) hear me out;

wheeler yuta and 12, 24, 44, 88, 92, 93

but like, under all that boy next door exterior lies a fuckin freak dom

• headcannon — wheeler yuta •

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

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{ warnings } — 18 + { minors do not interact }, rough sex, vaginal sex, penetrative sex, unprotected sex, male + female orgasm, squirting, cumshots, facials

{ word count } — 410

{ pairing } — fem!reader x wheeler yuta

{ genre } — smut

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{ 12 } — open your mouth

{ 24 } — don’t be gentle

{ 44 } — bed. now.

{ 88 } — that’s a good girl, you can cum now

{ 92 } — “what if i hurt you? , “ you could never hurt me”

{ 93 } — you can be rough i can take it

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you would have never expected such dominance from him

for you only saw glimpses of the sweet boy next door

whenever he’d make his presence known at your doorstep

now you found yourself under the influence of his kiss

back pressed against the door to your room

his hands roaming your waist

down your hips

kneading your plump ass in his palms

“bed. now”

his words mixed in between small grunts and groans

his size pressed against your inner thigh for a moment

feeling exactly how hard he was before taking a seat at the foot of the bed

“don’t be gentle”

you reminded him as his hands reached down to unbuckle his belt

“what if i hurt you?”

he halted for a moment, that sweet exterior making itself known once again

“you could never hurt me” you reassured all the while removing the remainder of your clothing

you reassurance provided him with some comfort

along with the sight of your now bare frame

“lay back”

he stripped himself bare, his size resting idily against his stomach as he joined you on the bed

he positioned himself between your thighs

teasing your dripping cunt with the tip of his cock

slowly sinking deep into you

“fuck…” he groaned drawing out the word

feeling your sweet cunt gripping him tightly

still he kept his movements slow

for in the back of his mind he still feared that he would hurt you

“you can be rough i can take it”

he gave a simple smirk, leaning down to plant a rough kiss to your lips

his hips snapped quickly against yours

filling you to the brim with his length

burying himself to the hilt

groaning against your lips through soft moans

“you feel so fucking good for me, baby”

he was buried in the pit of your stomach

stretching out your walls so deliciously

“fuck fuck i’m so close” you whined into his shoulder

nails digging into his back

“that’s a good girl, you can cum now”

you could not control yourself for much longer

thighs wrapping around his waist

hips matching the pace of his thrusts until your spilled over with your sweetness

quickly he pulled out, hovering over your face for a moment

jerking himself off

“open your mouth”

your obliged, opening your mouth, sticking your tongue out for added effect

his cum splashing onto your face and tongue

coating your skin white as you swallowed him greedily

“good girl”

[midniterose]

These are my “absolutely yes” guys

These are my “if the rest of the fic looks promising” guys

BUT if the pairings contains William Regal, Chris Jericho, Nick Jackson, Eddie Kingston, Chuck Taylor, or CM Punk, even one of my ‘absolutely yes’ guys can’t save that fic IMO

[sydsaint]

More HOOK/Yuta content because their feud was just so good <3

Summary: Tyler continues to struggle with the fact that the reader is in a romantic storyline with Wheeler Yuta. Not able to stand seeing her with someone that doesn't deserve her, Tyler can't help but intervene. Even if it means the reader will hate him for it.

You watch from Wheeler's corner as he kicks Dante Martin's ass in the ring with a smile on his face. Wheeler rolls Dante up near the ropes and you grab his leg to help keep Dante in the pin. The bell rings and you let Wheeler's leg go with a laugh.

Dante realizes what you did and starts arguing with the referee about it. Wheeler offers his hand and helps you up onto the apron before you both step through the ropes and glare at Dante.

"I think all that time out on injury got to your head, Dante." Wheeler growls at Dante. "YN didn't do anything." He throws a protective arm around your waist.

"Yeah, Dante. Don't be a sore loser." You sneer at him, feeling a little bit bad at your harsh words.

Once upon a time, Dante was a good friend of yours. He and his older brother Darius where always hanging around with you and Tyler while traveling for shows. And now you're calling him a liar to his face and letting Wheeler berate him.

"Whatever." Dante scoffs and heads backstage.

You and Wheeler both laugh as Dante walks off and Wheeler leans in for a kiss. "A little extra show for the crowd?" He teases you as he leans in.

"I guess." You shrug with a small smile and meet his lips for a chaste kiss.

You and Wheeler head backstage after a few more minutes of gloating to the crowd. You mean to head back to the locker room with Wheeler so he can shower and change before taking you back to the hotel. But on your way back, you run into Tyler.

"YN, hey." Tyler offers you a hint of a friendly smile.

"Hey, Ty." You nod back at him in a friendly manner.

Wheeler's arm slinks over your shoulder in response to Tyler's prompt. You roll your eyes and put a hand on Wheeler's torso in case he tries something with Tyler.

"Wheeler. Play nice." You chastise Yuta casually.

"I'm nice." Wheeler replies in an insistent tone. "Tyler." He flashes a fake smile.

Tyler and Wheeler lock eyes and you can feel the anger radiating off both of them. To prevent a fight, you turn to Yuta and put an arm around the back of his neck. "Come on, Wheeler! I'm tired from my match with Aminata and then cheering for you. Let's get back to the locker room already." You whine to him.

"Yeah, alright, babe." Wheeler glances down at your pleading doe eyes. He leans down and kisses your cheek before he starts to walk off.

"Bye, Tyler." You offer Ty a small wave as you walk off.

Tyler watches you and Wheeler walk off with a clenched jaw. "Fuck him." He grumbles to himself once you're out of earshot.

You and Wheeler make it back to the locker room and you sit down with an annoyed sigh. Wheeler begins unlacing his boots across from you and notices your frown.

"What's wrong?" Yuta asks you.

"Nothing." You cross your arms with an annoyed sneer.

Wheeler huffs through his nose and shakes his head. "Come on, YN. Something is bothering you." He persists.

"Did you have to be such a dick to Tyler?" You uncross your arms and glare at Yuta.

"This again?" Yuta groans. "He broke up with you, YN." He reminds you. "Do you remember how broken up you were about it? So what gives him the right to come up and try and act all friendly and shit?"

You bow your head, knowing that Wheeler is right. Tyler did break up with you. He was the one to end it. Not you. Breaking up with Tyler was the last thing that you wanted. But he insisted that it be over.

"Yeah, I guess you're right." You look back up at Wheeler. "Sorry. It's just...You know I don't like seeing you fight with him." You remind him.

Wheeler nods and walks over to you now that he's out of his boots. "I know. But keeping him at bay is for the best, YN. Trust me." He leans down and kisses the top of your head gently.

Wheeler slips into the other room to rinse off in the shower and you hang out on your phone while you wait for him. While you're hanging out Wheeler's phone chimes with a message from someone. Curious, you walk over to his phone and pick it up. You unlock Yuta's phone and pull up his messages. A new message from Mox is highlighted so you pull it up.

"I saw you run into Taz's kid again backstage?" You read the text aloud. "You know you're going to have to tell her what you did eventually, Wheeler?"

Your heart skips a beat as you read the message. And with trembling hands you scroll up on the screen. You scroll through some uninteresting messages about working out and other stuff until you eventually find what you're looking for. Right there on Wheeler phone is a conversation between him and Mox about convincing Tony Khan to put you and Wheeler in a romantic storyline so Wheeler could make a move on you.

"What the fuck?" You whisper to yourself in disbelief.

Your heart sinks in your chest and you can feel tears brimming your eyes. Wheeler comes out of the bathroom and see's you holding his phone in your hand. "YN?" Wheeler calls out to you and you lock eyes with him.

"So it was all a lie?" You stare at Wheeler with blurry vision. "Mox? Bryan? Claudio? They never really saw anything in me did they? It was all you? Because what? Because you wanted an easy way to get into my pants?" You scream and toss Wheeler's phone at him.

"What? YN, what are you talking about?" Wheeler barely manages to catch his phone.

You watch Wheeler manage to save his phone and advance on you. "Fuck you Wheeler! Stay away from me!" You point an accusing finger at him before turning sharply on your heels and head for the door.

Upset and feeling like you're about to cry, or throw up, you head to the only other place you feel safe backstage. Tyler's locker room.

You get to the door of Tyler's room and knock through blurry vision. A few seconds later Tyler answers the door. "YN? Why the fuck are you crying? What's wrong?" His voice is laces with concern as he pulls you into his locker room by the arm.

"Wheeler, he-he-h-he-" You stutter, unable to stop your tears from falling.

"He what?!" Tyler replies wildly. "Did he hurt you?"

You shake your head as Tyler ushers you into a chair so you don't get lightheaded from standing while crying. He rubs your back gently and waits patiently for you to tell him more.

"He lied to me, Tyler. Manipulated me into thinking that Mox and Claudio and the rest of them thought I was good enough to be one of them." You finally manage to explain the situation through sniffles and sobs. "All because he was into me."

"He WHAT?" Tyler grits his teeth.

Tyler shoots to his feet and begins pacing the room while thinking up every way he knows how to break bones. His pacing and thoughts of seriously beating Wheeler's ass stops though, when you speak up again.

"Why'd you have to break up with me, Tyler?" You ask in a half-sob. "Did you get tired of me? Do you hate me?"

Every ounce of Tyler's anger fades and he walks back over to you. He sits down next to you and pulls you into him. "I could never hate you, YN." He insists. "Not you. I love you. Which is exactly why I did it. When I found out the BCC was looking at you for their new member I knew you wouldn't take it if you and I were still together. And all I want to do is see you thrive in this company." He explains.

"Oh, Tyler." You sniffle against his chest. "Please don't leave me again." You plead with him.

"Never, baby." Tyler insists, holding you tighter against him. "You stay here, alright? I'm going to go get your stuff from Wheeler's locker room." He peels you off of him and stands up.

You grab Tyler's hand as he stands up and look up at him. "Please don't do anything to him, Tyler. I don't want you to get suspended and leave me alone here at work." You ask him.

"Don't worry, baby." Tyler strokes your cheek gently with his thumb. "Wheeler's going to get his ass beat." He insists. "But it'll be in front of of crowd where everyone can see what a piece of shit he is. Fuck him."

[bullet-clubs-bitch]

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

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

Blackpool Combat club X Fem reader

Main Masterlist

Word count: 835

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Heads up? Why would I need a heads up?

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

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

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

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

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

I didn’t know how to respond 

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

“Home?” was all I could manage to stay

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

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

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

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

What have I gotten myself into?

[faggotmox]

title: I Won't Last A Day Without You rating: general pairing: Wheeler Yuta/William Regal (former), Bryan Danielson/Wheeler Yuta word count: 530 warnings: all hurt no comfort, villains being villains, like abuse honestly summary: Yuta's internal crisis waiting to see Bryan in the hospital. (Directly Post All Out 2024)

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There’s no one else.

The halls are quiet this time of night, the white walls screaming silently at Yuta as he waits and waits. Knots of anxiety and fear fighting it out in the pit of the young man’s stomach. There’s no one else. Is there anything left? Why did this happen? The silence of the hospital did little to quiet Yuta’s thoughts as he questioned everything he held dear for the last few years.

There aren’t many contacts in Yuta’s phone anymore. Let alone people he could actually talk to, no one else that knew the situation. Briefly Yuta wondered if he texted Eddie to concede about Claudio, if that would get him anything. It didn’t seem fair. Eddie warned him many times, but it always fell on deaf ears. Just like what happened before with the Best Friends.

Tucked away at the back of Yuta’s mind, in a locked box adorned with dust, was the possibility of contacting someone he swore he’d never speak to again. The screen of his phone stayed black as Yuta tried to steal his will against temptation. Self control and discipline were exactly what was expected of him right now. Except, Yuta thought, if he contacted this person then at least he might get some insight into what happened.

Before the young man could make sense of his own feelings around the idea, his phone lit up. Illuminated on the display was the name. The fear in the pit of Yuta’s stomach won the fight. The melancholy soft rock of the Carpenters played the ringtone Yuta never had the guts to change. The sickeningly happy image of two smiling men drenched in sweat after training that also stayed the same. Yuta didn’t expect to ever be contacted again so he kept the personal touches to comfort himself.

Eventually the song stopped playing, no longer bouncing down the empty halls. The haunting image disappeared from the screen, like the ghost of the man pictured. As the fear eased out of Yuta’s gut, the voicemail notification popped up. A cold sweat broke out across his skin as the implication hung in the air.

The phone was left on top of the hard hospital seat as he started to pace in short little strides that grew longer into chaotic routes up and down the hall. Everything in his brain screamed ‘danger! don’t listen to the message’ over the gullible naivety of his heart. After all, there was the smallest possibility that the message could help, right?

After ten long minutes worth of pacing, the worn out Yuta finally broke down. The phone was retrieved, unlocked, and the voicemail played. As the recording started the young man realized he was holding his breath and exhaled loudly. The voice of his old mentor, his former family, came through the speaker.

“Sunshine, I know you’re not going to want to hear this.” No pleasantries, no fondness, no kindness. The nickname sounded like a formality or maybe a jab. “He deserved it. As did you.” The devastating click that signaled the end of the call broke what was left inside Yuta.

There was no one else. There was nothing left.