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Literally go insane every time Max whines on the radio to GP, the way his voice just goes so indignant and high-pitched... GOING FERAL over it, actually
He's such a pillow princess beautiful baby boy for GP and I love it 🥰
Can I please have a ABA!taker and idk if you write for transmasc reader but if you don't that's fine, M if you don't, but for the idea.. maybe reader was getting a littlee to close with another wrestler and taker decides that if he wants to act like a slut he gets to be treated like one. Kinks are up to you, have a good day !
Your ask was delicious, thank you! I will say now that I’ve never before written a transmasc reader / character, so I hope I did OK (polite, constructive feedback on that happily accepted). I threw a a couple of kinks at it and I hope you enjoy!
Also, apologies for no title. I’ve sucked at titles, recently.
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You sit on the table, swinging your legs as you chat to Hunter. You’re in your usual jeans and t-shirt while he’s bare chested, all tanned and rippling muscles. You love tagging along to shows with Taker because it means getting to hang out among some serious chunks of eye candy.
The conversation between the two of you isn’t deep; just polite small talk and rehashing the action from the night. After a while, Edge wanders over to join you both and then you’re effectively sandwiched between them, laughing despite yourself at Hunter’s terrible jokes.
There’s movement at the door and you look up to see Taker stood there. He must have just finished filming a promo because he’s in black jeans and a Deadman Inc shirt, with a black and white bandana on his head. He doesn’t say anything but there’s a certain look in his eyes that is just plain feral. You’ve seen it before - it happens when he’s feeling particularly territorial over you and just at that moment, a little devil perches itself on your shoulder and you decide to play with him just a bit.
You reach up and rest your hand on Hunter’s bicep before squeezing it lightly and so he flexes it on purpose and you let out a shy giggle as your other hand settles momentarily on Edge’s slender hip.
You practically hear Taker’s patience go ~snap~ and in the next second he’s across the room, has hold of your wrist and is pulling you from the table…
“OK, we’re outta here. Say goodbye to your friends.” His voice drips with sarcasm on the last word as he begins to tow you across the room and you look back with a grin and a shrug as the two men watch you leave.
“They’re really nice those two, huh?” You say as you trot a bit to try and keep up with his pace. He doesn’t answer and a pleasant tension begins to knot in your stomach. “I mean, sometimes I don’t know what to expect if I’ve only ever seen their gimmicks and—”
“Button it.” He interrupts and so you fall silent. He stops at a door and peers through the small glass panel before shoving it open with such force that it bangs back against the wall. He casts you ahead of him into the room and then kicks the door shut before turning the lock and then wedging a chair under the handle for good measure. He drops his bag on the floor and then fixes you with a glare that tells you this is game on.
“You playing games with me, boy?” His voice is calm but the set of his shoulders is anything but.
You plaster a look of innocence on to your face but you can’t stop the blush that heats your cheeks. “What do you mean?”
“What do I mean…” He gives a derisory snort and then steps up close and wraps a hand loosely around your throat. “You acting the slut back there with those idiots, that’s what I mean.”
You swallow and look up at him, all wide-eyed. “I - I wasn’t! I just—”
He cuts you off with a slap to your cheek - enough to sting a bit, but not to cause any damage. “Seems to me like if you’re gonna act like a slut, then I’ll treat you like one.” He releases your neck and pushes you back a couple of steps. “Get those fuckin’ clothes off.”
Your blush deepens but you obey, kicking out of your sneakers and pulling your t-shirt over your head. You hesitate momentarily as your fingers move to the button of your jeans and he clicks his fingers impatiently.
“C’mon, move! I wanna see what belongs to me - right now.”
You nod quickly without looking at him and do as you’re told, discarding the bundle of denim to one side, before standing straight again. Taker has his arms folded and shakes his head slowly as he looks at you.
“Fuckin’ knew it. No underwear.”
Your head jerks up at his proclamation because of course he knew - it was him that told you this morning to forego underwear when he saw you about to put the shorts on. You arrive at the sudden realisation that while you thought you were playing with him just now, he was at least one move ahead.
He takes a couple of steps forwards and rests his huge paws on your shoulders. “All mine,” he mutters quietly as his hands move down, fingertips ghosting over the pink crescent-shaped scars on the way down to your hips. “Ain’t that right, huh?”
You let out a shaky breath and nod, only for him to slap your face again. “Answer me, boy!”
It’s a total cliche, but he really is sexy when he’s angry, even if he’s only playing at it. “I’m yours!” You say quickly and then add quietly, “I’m yours, daddy.”
“Yeah…” The side of his mouth curls up into a smirk as he croons the word and then abruptly pulls you tight against him with one hand while the other grips into your hair, forcing your head right back to look up at him. “Now daddy’s gonna lay his belt across your ass; teach you what happens when you try to test me.”
He keeps his grip on your hair, dragging you across the room to where a table sits against the wall and pushes you down over it. He holds you against the cold, hard surface while his free hand works at his belt buckle and then you hear the hiss of leather against denim as he pulls it from the loops.
“Daddy, plea—” you begin to speak but he cuts you off.
“Boy, unless the next words out of your mouth are gonna be, ‘please strap my ass’ then forget it.” You obediently fall silent and he kicks your feet apart a little. “Yeah, I didn’t think so.” He doubles the leather over in his hand and then snaps it down across your ass, making you shout in a combination of pain and surprise. He gives you a half dozen or so more, the heavy leather leaving vivid pink welts across your skin as you unsuccessfully try to wriggle out of the way. Despite your protests, you feel the heat gathering between your legs along with that desperate desire to be touched. Damn, but he’s too good at this.
He tosses the belt down on to the table and hauls you up and around to face him by the scruff of your neck like an errant puppy. You notice that there’s a slight tinge of pink high on his cheekbones as he grasps your chin in his hand.
“Now, what d’you say?”
“Th - thank you, daddy.” Your voice is small, you’re out of breath and you’re wondering if that’s it.
“Yeah, we ain’t done yet.” He pushes down on your shoulders and you hiss as your tender ass comes into contact with the back of your heels. “That’s it… down on your knees, boy.” He takes his hands off you long enough to unfasten his jeans and shove them down to his thighs along with his underwear and then you’re being urged up and forward. You raise your hands with the intention of setting them on his thighs for support but that earns you yet another slap.
“Get your damn hands behind your back! Don’t need nothin’ ‘cept that mouth, you hear me?”
You whimper assent as you open wide and he pushes the head of his cock between your lips. His grip is tight on the back of your head as he forces you down and you gag slightly from the intrusion and your eyes begin to water.
“C’mon slut - you can do better than that. The way you were acting with your two friends back there? Know what you like… c’mon, further! You like playing the slut then that’s what you’ll get, ya hear? Look at me!”
You raise your tear-filled eyes to find him smirking down at you and you thrill to the feeling of being used like this for his pleasure. He holds you still as he fucks your mouth, pushing just that bit too far every so often so that you choke some more. You’re desperate to touch yourself but knowing he won’t allow it, you grip your hands together behind you for dear life. Taker is clearly chasing his climax now, his hand on his dick to give friction where you can’t reach despite him pushing you to the point of struggling for air.
“That’s it… little slut that likes swallowing dick, arentcha? Yeah… get it - oh, fuck - get it in there, slut that’s it… go on - fuck!”
You feel the first spurt hit the back of your throat and then the stuttering of his thrusts means that the rest lands on your tongue and he pulls out.
“Swallow it, slut. All of it.”
You do as you’re told, panting for breath all the while and never once taking your eyes off him. He’s catching a rest of his own and then still with a hand in your hair he reaches across for a chair and collapses into it, still with his jeans bunched around his thighs. You want to reach out and touch the pale skin with its smattering of coarse strawberry blonde hairs but you don’t dare. He pets lazily over your head and then looks down at you.
“You wanna cum, boy?”
The question catches you off guard but you’re not about to turn down the chance and so you kneel up a bit straighter and lick your lips before nodding. “Yes, daddy. Yes, please.”
He slides one of his feet out a little further and nods down at his leg. “Go ahead, slut. Hump it and get yourself off.”
You feel the deep blush suffuse your face but you’re so turned on that you can’t bring yourself to turn the opportunity down. Instead, you shuffle around until your knees are either side of the denim-clad leg and all you can think is that as soon as you press yourself against it, you’re going to get him very wet. You wait awkwardly, unsure whether you’re supposed to just...
“Get on with it, slut.” Taker says impatiently as he sits there, arms folded across his broad chest.
The command stirs you into action and you push your hips up and forward, dragging your clit across the denim. The delicious pressure makes you shudder and you know this isn’t going to take long. You press closer and grind against his shin, unable to stop the lewd moan that escapes and then you back off again to just brush back and forth across the rough material. A tell tale blush starts to spread across your chest and you chance a look up to find him staring down at you, lips slightly apart and then you notice that he’s already hard again.
“Look at you,” He says as he reaches for his dick and begins to stroke it in time with your own rubbing. “Desperate little slut getting off any way he can, aren’t you, huh?”
Turned on almost beyond all reason you nod and answer with a whimper, “Yes, daddy… please…” You dare to place your hands on his knee in a bid to work yourself harder against him, relieved when he doesn’t object.
“Please what, boy?” His stroking has become more urgent and you can feel his thigh tensing beneath your hands.
“Please - please can I come, daddy… sir, please?!”
He nods almost carelessly and you freeze in place for a few seconds, arching back as you reach the peak and then you resume grinding as you seek to draw out your orgasm. At the same time, Taker squeezes himself tight and you watch as more pearly white fluid overflows from the deep red slit. There’s a minute or so of quiet as breathing returns to normal and you press your mouth to his denim-covered knee before gently nuzzling in to clean him up. You only get a few licks in before he reaches down and scoops you into his lap, planting a lazy kiss on your lips.
“Think you needed that didn’t you, baby?”
You look up at him with a sleepy smile. “Thank you, daddy. Like being your slut.”
He kisses you again and laughs low. “Well, there’s always more where that came from, boy.”
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