#aew jon moxley imagine

[dirtywresling102]

Hi can I request a part 2 to the Mox X fem!reader angst where he flips out on her at catering? Maybe in part 2 Eddie confronts him and is like wtf man why’d you do that and Eddie convinces Mox he has to apologize and get his shit together. Mox tries to apologize but the reader keeps avoiding him or her friends keep her away from him. So he fixes the problem the same way he started it with a public apology in front of everyone in catering.

Pairing: Jon Moxley x Female!Reader

Warnings: Fluff, Jon apologizing, Slight fighting

Imagines: Open!

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A loud smack erupted throughout the locker room as Jon held his hand on his face. "Ouch! Eddie what the fuck!" Jon yelled at his friend that punched him in the face full force.

"No, what the fuck to you, Mox! I heard what you did to Y/N, I didn't want to believe it but now all over twitter and even a video!"

Jon stared down at the ground, he really did fucking hate people. Why did everyone have to pull their phones out and record, why didn't anyone mind their damn business? "You need to apologize to her."

"Don't you fucking think I've tried? She keeps running away from me, she doesn't want to talk to me." Jon huffed out.

"Well, you better do something and fast before I whoop your ass again."

"Y/N, please listen to me." Jon begged as you ignored him, making your way down the catering table your eyes were stuck on the food and drinks, anywhere but him. "Y/N, please." Jon begged only to realize you wouldn't stop and listen.

Grabbing your food you were about to leave the catering room only to stop to hear Jon. "Everyone I have an announcement to make!" You looked over to see Jon now standing on a table, grabbing everyone's attention. Jon inhaled shakily, he wasn't expecting this many people to be here. "I owe, Y/N an apology and that's what I'm going to do." Jon's blue eyes stared at you. "I'm sorry, I'm sorry for yelling at you." Jon frowned. "Ever since that day I've been beating myself up and you didn't deserve me yelling at you for me having a shitty day and I'm sorry." Jon stood there a for a few seconds and jumped down onto the floor, making his way to you.

You slightly smiled at the tall man. "I accept." You said softly to him.

[graveyardhorror]

HOW HE PROTECTS YOU

>SUPERSTARS MASTERLIST

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DEAN AMBROSE/JON MOXLEY

-He's like a watchdog, always looking out for any potential dangers

-He takes pride in being able to keep you safe from any possible threat, from to verbal to physical trust that he is very much capable

ROMAN REIGNS

-Another watchdog, are we surprised? no, will never let anything/one hurt you

-The type of boyfriend to always put your safety and comfort above his own, just let him know your uncomfortable and he'll take care of it

SETH ROLLINS

-Never afraid to stand up for you or a complete stranger, kind and compassionate

-He is someone who always does what is right, he will definitely treat you well and ensure you feel safe at all times

RANDY ORTON

-Very loudly and proudly a protector, he knows boundaries and enforces them

-Your boundaries will always be respected when he's around, helps you stand up for yourself and be more confident

FINN BALOR

-Has great intuition and somehow always knows when there is potential danger around

-The amount of times he's gotten you out of uncomfortable/ unwanted situations before they escalated is high, he's always there to protect you

NEVILLE/PAC

-Very confident in his ability to keep you safe, always calm

-You now have scary dog privileges lol, he tends to act as a shield for unwanted advances, scary situations and he's happy to help keep you safe

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[bullet-clubs-bitch]

Wild Thing

Jon Moxley x fem reader

A young Jon Moxley meets Y/n somewhere in CZW in 2009 (inspired by Mox’s book)

Mentions: of blood, drug use, swearing, fighting, kidnapping

Main Masterlist

Tonight was my first match in CZW’s Tournament of Death. I stood pacing back and forth in the locker room mentally preparing myself for the events that would occur when I could hear Eddie Kingston yelling at someone in the hallway. He sounded mad. The other men in the locker room exchanged looks and oos before one of them said “She sure is a feisty one isn’t she” to which the men all began to laugh. ‘Who is this she?’ I thought to myself. Eddie then stormed into the room and slammed the door behind him, preventing whoever was behind him from entering the room. He leaned against the door and I could hear angry knocking from the other side. “What does she want now?” said Danny Havoc. (But I just call him Grant) .“She wants to be in TOD, Jon won’t let her” Eddie explained. I didn’t know who this girl they were referring to was but she seemed pretty badass to me. A female wanting to participate in the tournament of death?! “Of course she does! Let me talk to her” said Grant with his thick Jersey accent. Eddie then opened the door to reveal a tall blonde in a Juicy Couture tracksuit. I was not expecting that. 

The gorgeous blond stormed into the room before running into the arms of Grant. “Tell Jon Zandig that I should be in TOD!” she yelled “Now doll, why do you want to be a part of TOD? You know I love ya but you’re too pretty to be doing this kind of shit,” he told her. 

“I want to prove that I can do the same thing you guys can do. Why is it that there are never any women wrestling in these shows? You know I can wrestle! I train my ass off and what do I get back? Nothing, because no one wants to hire a girl. They only want female wrestlers for swimsuit contests and dog food fights. I’m sick of doing that shit! I want to go out there and taste my own blood. TOD or not I want to show these people that I know how to wrestle!” The room was silent. I felt like an outcast, everyone seemed to know about this situation but me. 

Eddie was the first to break the silence. “Let me talk to Jon again. You know he likes you Y/n. I’m sure if you promise not to do anything stupid he will put you in the opener without TOD stipulations” 

Sure enough, Y/n got her match. I watched the match backstage with Grant, both of us hypnotized by what we were seeing. “Who is she?” I asked him, he almost looked shocked that I didn’t know of Y/n. “That’s Y/n, she’s the most badass bitch I have ever met. They call her the Hardcore Barbie because she looks like a Barbie doll and lives off death match wrestling. She’s really nice if you don’t piss her off. She also has good weed.” he told me 

I was so fascinated with her. I needed to know more about her. “Anything else I should know about her? She seems young?” I asked Grant. “Well, she started wrestling when she was 16 and she just turned 20. I know what you’re thinking, she won’t sleep with you, everyone here has tried. It’s so funny that these freaks think she would get with them. She travels with Kingston and me, so don’t you dare try nothing. I will kill you with my bare hands” 

Grant and I watched the rest of the match. I had never seen such a beautiful match. Y/n did in fact know how to wrestle. The man she stood across the ring from was twice her weight yet she picked him up with such ease. The fans loved seeing a pretty girl like herself beat up a sweaty dude. Y/n had beat the man to a pulp, she pinned him 1..2..3 and it was over. I thought it was funny how Grant watched on as a proud parent, that was his girl. I thought about what he said, how she rode with him and Kingston. Why did Eddie never mention Y/n before?

After the show, Y/n officially introduced herself to me. I felt like I was hypnotized by her beauty. She noticed how nervous I was around her and she used it to her advantage, inviting me to hang out after the show with Grant and Eddie. I had to accept, how could you not? 

Eddie explained to me why he hadn’t introduced me to Y/n before. He told me she was known for using her looks to her advantage. “So like she sleeps with people for matches?” I asked him “That’s gross, she would never do that. She mentally fucks you. If you look her too long in the eye you’ll fall right into her trance. She hypnotizes you and manipulates you. She looks all sweet but trust me she has a bad attitude” “So why do you hang out with her then?” I asked him 

“Because she’s fucken wild. She’s so fun to hang out with and she always has weed. Someone needs to look out for her. There are creeps out there man. For god sake she’s a skinny tall blond who lives in Juicy Couture, what do you think will happen?” he told me. Eddie had a good point. 

That night Y/n and I became good friends. Eddie was right when she said she was wild. Once she had a few drinks in her and some of the good shit she was the life of the party. I didn’t understand why Eddie kept Y/n a secret, sure you could tell that she had a few screws loose but don’t we all? For fucks sake if someone willingly wants to participate in TOD you know there’s some form of mental issues going on.

Just then a man approached Kingston and me. He had a fresh buzz cut, was covered in tattoos, had what seemed like a freshly broken nose and looked like the kind of guy who would have women chained up in his basement. “Where is she?” he spat, in a thick Russian accent. I could tell that he and Kingston knew each other, the tension was thick in the air. “Where is who?” Eddie spat back, his New York accent being more noticeable when he was mad. “You know who, stop playing dumb, bum” he responded. “You’re a real fucking idiot, Sasha, she left hours ago. I have no idea where she went but even if I did there’s no way I would tell you” Kingston spat. The men stood chest to chest, eyeing the other down. I did nothing, even I knew not to get involved in whatever this is. Now I didn’t know who the ‘She’ was that they were referring to but by now I think I had an idea. Then Grant came into the mix yelling “I told you if you ever showed your face here again I would fucking kill you” Just then an all-out brawl began. The two men began beating Sasha to a pulp. That’s when I noticed Y/n had vanished into thin air.

I let Kingston and Grant take care of Sasha and went looking for Y/n. In the distance, I heard the sound of broken glass. I followed the sound and found Y/n smashing the windows of a beat-up junk car with a baseball bat. She was mad, she looked evil. Now I knew why Eddie had warned me. “Hey, hey, hey! What’s going on here? What are you doing Y/n?” She turned to face me and I made the mistake of looking into her eyes. Her once bright green eyes had turned a deep forest colour, the whites of her eyes now red. Her makeup was smudged and her cheeks were stained with fresh tears. I was scared. I felt like she was staring into my soul, being able to read my every thought, know all my secrets. “What do you want, Mox?” she said through gritted teeth. “I just want to know what’s going on here. Why are Grant and Eddie beating the snot out of a guy named Sasha?” Her face dropped at the name, that told me what I needed to know.

Just then I heard someone yelling and honking a horn in the background. I turned to find Grant and Eddie yelling at us to get in the car! Y/n and I jumped in the car and sped off. The car was deathly silent. No one dared to say a word. I looked at Grant’s hands that gripped the steering wheel. His knuckles were bloody and bruised, that’s when I noticed the blood on Eddie. The silence was broken when Y/n began to laugh, Grant and Eddie began laughing as well. “What the fuck happened back there?” I asked with genuine concern in my voice. “That jackass back there Sasha, I broke his nose after he followed me home after the show last week. I don’t even want to think about what his intentions were, "she said. “Not to mention 'someone' stole $500 out of my purse at the show today” “If he ever showed his face around here again I said I would kill him” Grant responded. “I smashed his windows because that’s what he gets for trying to kidnap me and stealing my $500” I was honestly speechless. “ I found a bunch of money in his car so it’s only fair I split the reward with all of you,” Y/n said. I watched her pull the fat wad of hundreds out of her pocket and began counting it. “$500 for Grant, $500 for Eddie, $500 for Mox and $1,500 for me. Thank you, Sasha” “Thank you Sasha the rest of us chimed in” From that moment I knew Y/n and I would be best friends. 

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aew dynamite 2/14/24

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I just made this one 🥹 i see y’all fw the last one

[riptides-n-roses]

pet - jon moxley (18+)

⛧ pair: jon moxley x reader

⛧ tags: @93pallom (tagging my irl friend because i promised them i would write one of mox) @cyberdejos2

⛧ warnings: dom! jon, jon with a daddy kink, oral (m! receiving), masturbating, unprotected p in v, cre@mp!e, degrading, spankings, love marks, y/n wearing a collar, petnames (kitten,daddy), aftercare

⛧ i bet $5 he is rough as fuck when it comes to sex but is a total sweetheart during aftercare; i don't watch aew as much but i definitely need to; also he's the reason i have an older men kink - I love writing about c0wg!rl position. It's too hot

⛧ no plot - just literally straight up p0rn (i wanted to try something new)

⛧ word count: 1.4K

“Come here, kitten.” You felt the roughness of Jon’s voice as he motioned you to come to him, as you crawled on all fours to him. His lustful stare made your pussy throb as he pat his leg, making you take your seat on his lap. Jon groped your ass cheeks, feeling himself get hard.

“Daddy had a rough day today. Do you know what that means?”

You gasped as he left a harsh slap on your ass. Jon loved when you fall submissive to his touch. His calloused fingers tracing the lining of your pink panties.

“Y-Yes…” You began to speak, feeling his hand make their way to your throbbing wet clit.

“Yes, what. Use your words, slut.” His words were full of hunger as he slid his fingers up and down on your clit, making you whine for more.

“Yes…D-Daddy.”

“That’s my good little kitten.”

Jon held you tightly as his mouth pressed onto yours, both of your tongues fighting for dominance. His other hand still playing with your clit. You loved when Jon played with you. He made sure you always gotten to cum before he did. He always played nice with you even while he humiliated you with his degrading, leaving marks on your body so everyone knew you were his and only his to play with. No one else could touch you like he could. No one could fuck you the way he does.

You felt your legs shake as his fingers went faster on your clit, your muffled moans while his tongue was swirling with yours was enough to drive you crazy. Jon finally pulled away, a trail of spit leaving his lips, His fingers stop playing with your clit.

“Take them off, kitten” Without hesitation, you removed your pink laced bra, revealing your breasts. You got off his lap, to take off your matching panties, the cold air making your nipples harden and your clit throb. Jon smirked, admiring your naked body.

“Good kitten. Now, give daddy some lovin’ ”

You knew what he meant by that and took off his pants along with his boxers, revealing his throbbing cock. You loved how thick it was, how it always filled you up. You got on your knees and you gently kissed the tip - making Jon patiently waiting for you to make another move.

After a few kisses, you slid a few inches of his cock in your mouth, bopping your head up and down slowly, your eyes never leaving his ocean blues. He laid his head back, eyes rolling up and grabbed some of your hair.

"Fuck, kitten" He growled, pushing your head down his shaft. You gagged feeling his tip touch your throat, his whole length now in your mouth. You gagged from how rough his thrusts were, his tip always hitting your throat. Small tears formed in your eyes as you were still trying to get used to his massive size - your pussy throbbed from his grunts.

"Look at you. Taking every inch of my cock. You're a dirty little slut, aren't you?" He cooed, his other hand roughly cupping your face seeing your ruined face. "Play with yourself, kitten." He ordered - you didn't want to disobey him and he watched as you took your hand to your clit, chuckling as you winced from the sensation.

"Good girl. You're such a good little girl"

His grip tightened on your hair, as you gagged and moaned from his thrusts, your hand rubbing faster on your clit, your fingers touching your pearl. Jon never broke eye contact as he watched you make a mess all over his cock.

"You're gonna cum, baby? You want daddy to make you cum? Hmm?"

His words made you whimper as you were getting close, feeling your stomach tighten - You were trying to nod while sucking him off.

"C'mon, baby. Cum for daddy. Be a good little slut for me" He ordered, his grip on your face getting tighter.

You let out a high pitched moan as you hit your orgasm, he followed with a loud groan, his warm cum going down your throat.

"Swallow every drop."

You made sure to swallow his cum - he gently ripped his cock out of your mouth. You panted as you looked up at him - your face warm from his grip and your tongue being out.

"Good girl. You know what's next don't you?"

"Y-yes daddy..."

Jon smirked and stood up, going to a drawer. He opened it and picked up a pink leather collar with a matching leash. He admired it for a second before walking back to where you were.

"Stand up, baby"

You got up and willingly lifted your head up as he put the collar on your neck and locked it in place, attaching the leash onto it. He cupped your face, admiring how you looked. He burrowed his face in the crook of your neck, sucking on a piece of your skin really hard, leaving a mark. You moaned feeling his teeth bite into your flesh - you loved when he marked you.

"You look so beautiful, kitten. But you know I'm not done with you yet."

You were waiting for his next move as he grabbed the handle of the leash, making you follow him to the bed.

Jon sat down on the edge, pulling you on top of him again, aligning his cock against your clit. You gasped feeling him grind against you - his free hand gripped against your side. You whined feeling his tip slowly push into you - your whines getting louder as he pushed his whole length into you.

"Daddy..." you whimpered, your legs feeling like jello.

"I know kitten." He groaned as he tightened his grip on your side. "You're doing so good baby."

You started to bounce on his cock, your arms around him and your foreheads touching. He loved the sight of you melting from riding him - he loved watching your eyes roll back. God, he loved when you did that.

"Good girl...fuck baby I can never get enough of you." He growled, shoving his face into your chest, kissing and biting on your breast. You moaned feeling his teeth all over your chest - he made sure to leave visible marks all over you, reminding everyone that you were his. His kitten. His pet.

"Mine" He chuckled, releasing his grip and wrapping his arm around you, thrusting roughly into you.

"Oh my God~" you whimpered "Please...keep going...right there!"

"You like that, kitten? Hm? Want daddy to make a mess out of you? Answer me, slut"

You cried, digging your nails into him.

"Answer me."

"Yes daddy! Make a mess out of me...make me your slut."

"Yes baby...you're my slut. No one else can have you. You're all mine."

His thrusts gotten faster, leaving you a moaning mess - your stomach began to tighten. You winced in pain everytime he left a harsh slap across your ass.

"More?" He cooed.

He laid back, letting go of his grip on the leash and wrapped his arms around your body, thrusting disgustingly fast and rough. You screamed into his neck, biting him hard.

"I'm gonna cum! I'm gonna cum daddy. Please let me. Please" you begged, your stomach getting tighter.

"Cum for daddy, baby. Cum like the slut you are"

His approval made you scream as you came all over his cock, you felt your legs shake as he kept thrusting roughly into you.

"Fuck baby. You're such a good little slut..." he groaned, he was feeling himself get close.

"Oh fuck! Fuck...daddy...you feel so good daddy" you were sobbing from being overstimulated, feeling his tip hitting your spot as you started shaking.

"Fuck you're so cute, baby...I'm gonna cum in your pretty cunt. Are you ready?"

You nodded to his words - bouncing on his cock, fucking him back.

"Fuck...baby. I'm about to cum."

He groaned loud as he burst his seed into you, his cum leaking out of your pussy. You moaned as he held you tightly riding out his orgasm.

You stayed in his arms, holding him close to you.

"Come here baby"

You pressed your lips against his, leaving steamy kisses all over. You loved how gentle he was with you. He always took good care of you after having some rough sex. You felt his cock still throb in you he played with your hair.

"You did so good. Daddy's so proud of you." Jon praised, his hand stroking parts of your body. "Do you want to play some more later?"

"Yes daddy" you giggled. He smiled to your word and kissed you again.

"Let's get you fixed up before that. I'll treat you to some dinner and ice cream. I know you would like that." He offered.

"Of course, daddy! I would love that."

"Good." He chuckled leaving another kiss on your cheek.

"My kitten."

[mamirhodessxox]

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[south-of-heaven]

Hey, could I request a Jon Moxley x F!reader, where she is a member of the Outcast and has a persona similar to Rhea Ripley's (but she is way smaller than her) and "loves" violence and Jon has tried to gain her attention and flirts with her but she usually ignores him (she likes him too but wants him to work for it). You can decide how she finally accepts to go out with/date him🙂

The dark queen || Jon Moxley x Reader

Summary: Jon wants you, badly. You make him work for it.

The Outcasts was a faction that thrived in the shadows of wrestling's spotlight. A group that embraced the darker side, a place where violence wasn't just a tool but a language spoken fluently by every member. In this realm of rebellion, your persona mirrored the intensity of Rhea Ripley, a force unyielding and unapologetically drawn to the darker corners of existence.

Jon Moxley, with his wild spirit and chaos energy, had set his sights on you. His relentless pursuit was hard to ignore, even for someone as immersed in darkness as you were. He would flirt shamelessly, make comments during your matches, and, on occasion, even join commentary, a task he supposedly hated but willingly did for you.

His antics were hard to miss, but you chose not to acknowledge them directly. If Moxley wanted your attention, he had to earn it. The Outcasts thrived on resilience and defiance, and if he was going to be a part of this world, he had to prove himself.

One night, after a particularly intense match where you unleashed your brutality on an unfortunate opponent, Jon's voice echoed through the arena's speakers. "Well, well, if it isn't our favourite harbinger of doom, look at her, laying waste to everything in her path."

You smirked, knowing he was playing his part in the twisted dance you two were engaged in.

He continued, "And there she goes, folks, the dark queen herself, proving once again that she doesn't need a king by her side."

The crowd roared, and you relished in the moment. Little did they know that Jon's persistent presence in your world had sparked something beneath the surface. His chaotic charm and genuine admiration were beginning to chip away at the walls you had built.

One day, as you stepped out of the ring after a particularly grueling match, you found him leaning against a wall, a sly grin on his face. "You know," he said, "ignoring me won't make me go away."

You chuckled, "Who said I wanted you to go away?"

His eyes widened in surprise, and for a moment, the chaos seemed to settle. You walked away, leaving him pondering the unspoken words between you.

As weeks went by, the games continued. Flirting turned into something more genuine, and the Outcasts, the family you had found in the midst of darkness, embraced Jon Moxley into their fold.

In the twisted world where violence and rebellion were the norm, love and connection blossomed unexpectedly. The Outcasts had a new member, and the dark queen had found a king who matched her intensity step for step.

[daddyhausen]

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

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

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

{ word count } — 2.9k

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

{ genre } — smut

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

they kept tugging, toying, with your clothing

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

ready for them to paint with their desire

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

the room had been converted into some sort of training room

a basic, dreary one at that

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

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

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

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

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

enough to make you whine when he bit down especially hard

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“is that right, doll?”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

claudio reciprocated the same nod

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

it was all too much for your mind to take in

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

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

the taste foreign on your tongue

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

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

a subtle pop following after he’d removed them

yuta offered you no such decency

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

shuddering with arousal at your taste

jon was last, quickly prying his fingers from your panties

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

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

“strip her. then bring her to the mat”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

jon pondered for a moment, smoothing down his beard

“bring her to me”

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

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

you winced as your knees came in contact with the mat

still feeling the concrete beneath it

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

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

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

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

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

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

noticing, despite your previous attempts at restraint

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

and rather eager at the fact.

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

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

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

claudio had taken his position behind you

both large palms now fully cupping your breasts

groping and squeezing the supple flesh

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

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

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

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

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

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

grabbing your right thigh, he held them open,

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“you know what to do”

claudio only nodded with a sickening smirk

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

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

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

“relax for us. we won’t hurt you”

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

“all you gotta do is obey us”

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

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

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

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

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

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

although the feeling felt more predatory than it did comforting

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“so tight for me, little one”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

claudio started moving again with a particularly rough thrust

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

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

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

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

claudio kept the camera poised on your ass

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

completely unaware of your second orgasm rushing through you.

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

you effectively cockwarming the youngest

claudio remained silent as yuta continued to film

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

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

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

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

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

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

yuta and claudio pulled out of you breathlessly

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“could you send me that video?”

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[thesupreme316]

Ranking da AEW Roster: Who I Would I Trust to do My Makeup

Pairings: Everyone and their momma

Supreme Speaks: Hi guys, thank you for being so patient. For the past months, I have been dealing with severe depression and writer's block. But I'm back up in here. To start off here is a quick little tier list for the roster with no detail or explanation. I will upload another part to Had It Coming by Sunday.

Please remember that you are loved, appreciated, and I am happy you are here.

Warnings: None really...Jumpscare (old photos)

Taglist: @hookerforhook @hooks-martin @sheinthatfandom @triscillal @wwenhlimagines @kat04ie @batzy-watzy @cassie0sstuff (idk if you guys are still here or if you guys are okay with me tagging you now...just let me know if you wanna be tagged or not)

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[captainsarahscratches]

My Boy is Back & So is My Motivation

Kenny is back to wrestling, he's safe, and I have a new job that isn't so crushing! All around good glimpse in time over here for me. In celebration, I will be returning to writing my smut! I will start with the requests I've been sitting one for some time now. However any new ideas please let me know.

I write for basically anyone, I'm best at male wrestlers and actors.

[graveyardhorror]

⭐️MEET THE SUPERSTARS⭐️

WWE/AEW PREFERENCES & HEADCANONS MASTERLIST

>MASTERPOST >WATTPAD LINK

preferences:

>HOW YOU MET

>YOUR WWE/AEW JOB

>HOW HE CONFESSES

>HOW HE DESCRIBES YOU IN 3 WORDS

>HOW HE SHOWS HIS LOVE FOR YOU

>YOUR FAVORITE SEASON & HOLIDAY

>YOUR MATCHING TATTOOS

>YOUR FAVORITE BANDS

>WHAT HE DOES ON YOUR PHONE

>HIS NICKNAMES FOR YOU

>HIS CONTACT NAME

>YOUR CONTACT NAME

>WHERE HE TAKES YOU ON VACATION

>THE SONG YOU HATE BUT HE LOVES

>THE SONG HE HATES BUT YOU LOVE

>HOW YOU SLEEP

>DATE NIGHT

>WHAT YOU DO ON YOUR DAYS OFF

>WHERE HE LIKES TO KISS YOU

>HOW HE PROPOSES

>YOUR WEDDING

>YOUR HONEYMOON

>HOW MANY KIDS YOU HAVE

>YOUR WWE/AEW BESTFRIENDS

>YOUR FAVORITE WWE ERA

>WHAT YOU DO THAT TURNS HIM ON

>WHAT HE DOES THAT TURNS YOU ON

>YOUR FAVORITE PLACE TO VACATION

>YOUR CELEBRITY BESTFRIENDS

>YOUR WWE/AEW COUPLE BESTFRIENDS

>YOUR WWE EX

>HIS FAVORITE THING ABOUT YOU

>YOUR FAVORITE THING ABOUT HIM

>PDA; PUBLIC DISPLAY OF AFFECTION

>YOUR TALENTS

>HOW HE PROTECTS YOU

>THE SONG HE DEDICATES TO YOU

>THE BUSINESS YOU OWN TOGETHER

>WHAT IT’S LIKE DATING HIM

>HIS WEDDING VOWS

>YOUR HALLOWEEN COUPLES COSTUME

>YOUR ICONIC COUPLES COSTUME

>WHAT YOU DO IN OCTOBER

>YOUR HALLOWEEN PUMPKINS

>YOUR HALLOWEEN DATE

>HIS LOVE LANGUAGE

headcanons:

>DATING HEADCANONS

>DEAN AMBROSE/JON MOXLEY DATING HEADCANONS

>ROMAN REIGNS DATING HEADCANONS

>SETH ROLLINS DATING HEADCANONS

>RANDY ORTON DATING HEADCANONS

>FINN BALOR DATING HEADCANONS

>NEVILLE/PAC DATING HEADCANONS

>DEAN AMBROSE/JON MOXLEY BFF HEADCANONS

>ROMAN REIGNS BFF HEADCANONS

>SETH ROLLINS BFF HEADCANONS

>RANDY ORTON BFF HEADCANONS

>FINN BALOR BFF HEADCANONS

>NEVILLE/PAC BFF HEADCANONS

[bullet-clubs-bitch]

JON MOXLEY IS A LANA DEL REY STAN

So I was reading his book and he talks about he loves Lana and how his favourite album is ultraviolence

I LOVE HIM SO MUCH

MY TWO FAVOURITE THINGS, LANA AND MOX

[mochakissedgold]

*taps mic* Hear me out on this: HOOK's first new order of business post retiring the FTW championship should be to join the new BCC so he can be their young lion under Jon Moxley's guidance.

The chances of it actually happening are a slim 50-55% to none, but I sure can dream though...

[hookhausenschips]

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The match was over, and the roaring crowd was a chorus in Y/N’s ears. She leaned against the ropes, chest heaving as she caught her breath, her body still vibrating with the thrill of combat. The spotlight warmed her skin as she glanced around the arena, taking in the sea of cheering fans. They chanted her name, a sound that filled her with pride and gratitude. 

Sliding out of the ring, Y/N slapped hands with the front-row fans, flashing her signature smile despite the ache in her muscles. The walk to the back was a familiar one, but it never felt routine. Every night in All Elite Wrestling was a new chapter, a new chance to prove herself. 

Backstage, she didn’t have time to dwell on the match’s highs or lows because she knew exactly what waited for her—a burst of laughter and camaraderie with her closest friend in the business, Anthony Bowens. 

Anthony Bowens was sprawled out on one of the benches in the locker room, his long legs stretched out in a way that made it clear he had no intention of moving anytime soon. His phone rested loosely in one hand, but the mischievous grin on his face gave him away—he was already planning some kind of retort or comeback. Y/N approached with the energy of someone who had too much adrenaline left after a match, her phone held high like a championship belt.   

“Alright, Bowens. TikTok time,” she declared with mock authority, dropping down beside him so forcefully that the bench creaked under her weight.   

Bowens groaned, throwing his head back dramatically. “Haven’t you humiliated me enough this week? My dancing is a public hazard at this point.”   

“Humiliated you?” she shot back, her tone dripping with mock indignation. “Please. I’ve made you go viral. You should be thanking me. You’re welcome, by the way.”   

She was already scrolling through her app, her face lighting up as she landed on a trending dance. “Oh, this is the one,” she said, pointing at the screen like it held the secret to eternal life. Her excitement was contagious, and Bowens couldn’t help but laugh.   

“Again with the dancing?” he said, slowly getting to his feet with an exaggerated sigh. “You’re gonna kill my knees before I’m thirty.”   

“Don’t act like you don’t love it,” she quipped, standing next to him and pulling him into frame. “Now stop whining and hit this pose.”   

“Pose? What is this, modeling school?” Bowens teased, but he mirrored her stance anyway, a playful grin tugging at his lips.   

As they began stumbling through the choreography, their laughter filled the room, a perfect counterpoint to the sterile hum of the overhead lights. Y/N’s expression was a mix of concentration and exasperation as she kept pausing the music to critique Bowens’ steps.   

“No, no, no! You’re too stiff, Anthony. You have to loosen up!” she said, shaking her arms wildly to demonstrate.   

“Loosen up?” he repeated, attempting to mimic her movement but looking more like a malfunctioning robot. “This is as loose as I get, Y/N!”   

“You’re impossible!” she shouted through her laughter, doubling over as Bowens broke into a ridiculous freestyle, making exaggerated moves that were nowhere close to the choreography.   

Nearby, the Blackpool Combat Club sat, their presence heavy and still, like storm clouds gathering in a bright sky. Wheeler Yuta’s hands froze over the laces of his boots, his brow furrowing as he watched the scene play out. Jon Moxley leaned back against the wall, his arms crossed tightly over his chest, his jaw set in a hard line. Bryan Danielson exchanged a glance with Claudio Castagnoli, whose expression was unreadable, though the tension in his posture spoke volumes.   

“Why don’t they just rent a comedy stage?” Mox muttered under his breath, his gravelly voice barely audible.   

Bryan shrugged, but his lips thinned as he looked away from the pair. “They’re at it again.”   

Wheeler glanced up, his voice barely above a whisper. “They’ve been at it for weeks.”   

Y/N and Bowens were too caught up in their antics to notice the simmering tension a few feet away. She clapped her hands in triumph as they finally nailed the last step, spinning to check their reflection in the camera.   

“See? Told you we could pull it off!” Y/N exclaimed, nudging Bowens with her shoulder.   

He rolled his eyes, grabbing a towel to wipe the sweat from his brow. “Yeah, yeah. I’m gonna need a chiropractor after this, but sure, we pulled it off.”   

The two dissolved into laughter again, their bond as easy and natural as breathing. But in the corner, the Blackpool Combat Club sat in heavy silence, their presence a shadow that loomed over the bright moment. None of them said another word, but their tension spoke volumes. 

Wheeler Yuta’s hands froze mid-lace on his boots, the rhythm of his movements interrupted as the sound of Y/N and Anthony Bowens’ laughter echoed across the locker room. His jaw tightened, his fingers gripping the laces as if the tension in his chest had traveled to his hands. He glanced toward them, his lips pressing into a hard line.   

A few feet away, Jon Moxley leaned back against the wall, his broad shoulders resting against the cold steel lockers. His arms were crossed over his chest, the veins on his forearms prominent as he gripped his biceps tightly. His scowl deepened with every burst of laughter that erupted from the pair. His ice-blue eyes flicked toward them briefly before darting away, as if the sight alone was an irritant.   

Claudio Castagnoli sat at the end of a bench, his massive hands resting on his thighs. The tension in his posture was evident—his normally relaxed demeanor replaced with a stiffness that seemed uncharacteristic. He caught Bryan Danielson’s eye, and the brief glance they exchanged was heavy with unspoken frustration.   

“They’re at it again,” Wheeler muttered under his breath, breaking the silence. His voice was barely above a whisper, but it carried a sharp edge, the kind of bitterness that lingers after being sidelined one too many times.   

Bryan’s gaze lingered on Y/N for a moment, his lips twitching as if he were holding back something he’d regret saying out loud. His expression was thoughtful but tense, his brows furrowed just enough to betray his annoyance. Finally, he shook his head, exhaling slowly. “She’s been glued to him for weeks,” he said, his voice quiet but filled with a note of disappointment.   

The words hung in the air for a moment, heavy and loaded.   

Moxley, ever the one to cut through the silence, let out a low, gruff sound that was somewhere between a scoff and a growl. “Too busy making videos to remember who brought her into the fold,” he said, his tone sharp, cutting.   

His words hit the air like a thrown gauntlet, and Claudio shifted slightly, the bench creaking under his weight. His expression was unreadable, but the tightness in his jaw and the flicker in his dark eyes gave him away.   

“She doesn’t see it,” Wheeler added, almost to himself, as if he were trying to make sense of it all.   

Bryan let out another sigh, rubbing the back of his neck as he leaned against the lockers. “She doesn’t see it because she’s too busy... laughing, dancing, being everywhere except here.”   

Jon pushed off the wall slightly, his presence as commanding as ever despite his stillness. “She’s one of us,” he said, his voice low, dangerous. “She’s supposed to have our backs.”   

There was no response to that—not from Bryan, not from Claudio, not from Wheeler. Instead, the four of them sat in silence, their collective frustration and hurt simmering just beneath the surface.   

In the distance, Y/N and Bowens’ laughter echoed again, oblivious to the storm brewing in the corners of the locker room. To Y/N, it was another lighthearted moment, but to the Blackpool Combat Club, it was a painful reminder of what they felt they’d lost.   

I didn’t see it at first.   

When I look back now, I wonder how I missed the way the atmosphere shifted, how the weight of the room seemed to change as soon as I walked in. The Blackpool Combat Club—Jon, Bryan, Claudio, Wheeler—had always been my foundation. They weren’t just a team; they were my brothers. My safe haven. No matter what the day threw at me, I knew they’d have my back.   

But lately, stepping into the locker room felt like walking into enemy territory.   

It was subtle at first. Jon wouldn’t even glance in my direction half the time. The man who had been a gruff but constant source of support, who had always made a point of acknowledging me—even if it was just with a muttered “Good match” or a nod—acted like I didn’t exist. His icy indifference cut deeper than I wanted to admit.   

Wheeler was worse. He didn’t just ignore me—he avoided me. Conversations that used to flow easily between us now felt strained or nonexistent. If I tried to talk to him, he’d mumble something, barely looking up from whatever he was doing, his eyes fixed on his boots or the floor as if I wasn’t worth the effort.   

And Claudio... Claudio was the one I thought would never change. He was warmth personified, a calming presence in a world that was often chaotic. But even he had grown distant. Conversations that used to come with his easy, genuine smile were now brief and clipped, his tone neutral at best, cold at worst.   

Then there was Bryan. Bryan, who I had always seen as the glue that held us together, the one who could talk us through any conflict, had simply shut me out. No eye contact. No words. Just... silence.   

It stung more than I was willing to admit.   

At first, I told myself it wasn’t personal. They were just tired. We all were. The grind of wrestling wasn’t for the faint of heart. The endless matches, the brutal travel schedules, the constant pressure to improve—to be better, faster, stronger—it could wear anyone down. Maybe they were just overwhelmed.   

But then, the little things began to add up. The glares I caught from the corner of my eye. The way conversations stopped as soon as I walked into the room. The pointed silence that seemed to wrap around me like a cloak. And the worst part? The way they’d close ranks. It was subtle but deliberate, their body language shifting to make it clear that I wasn’t part of the circle anymore.   

It was like I’d been pushed to the outside, watching as they locked themselves away in a place I couldn’t reach.   

That’s when I knew something was wrong. This wasn’t just fatigue. This wasn’t just the wear and tear of the road. This was different.   

And it hurt. It hurt more than I wanted to admit, because no matter what, I still cared about them. They weren’t just my teammates. They were my family. Or at least, they had been.   

Now, I wasn’t so sure.   

Y/N tried to bridge the gap, but every attempt felt like throwing a pebble against a brick wall. No matter how hard she tried, nothing seemed to break through.   

One evening, after a particularly grueling match, she decided to try again. Claudio was sitting on the bench, his massive frame hunched over as he scrolled through his phone. He was always the most approachable, the one who could soften even the toughest situations. If anyone was willing to talk, it would be him.   

She leaned casually against the lockers, keeping her tone light. “Hey, Claudio, want to grab food after the show? I heard there’s a great spot nearby.”   

For a second, she thought he might smile or at least look up, but he didn’t. His eyes stayed glued to his phone, his thumb idly scrolling as if she hadn’t spoken at all.   

“No, I’m good,” he said finally, his voice flat, devoid of the usual warmth she had come to count on.   

Y/N blinked, caught off guard by the bluntness. She forced a laugh, trying to mask the sting. “Alright, maybe another time,” she said, her words hanging awkwardly in the air.   

Claudio didn’t respond, didn’t even nod. The silence that followed was louder than any rejection.   

Y/N swallowed hard, her smile faltering as she pushed off the lockers and turned away. She hadn’t made it far when she spotted Bryan Danielson walking down the hallway, his stride purposeful as always. If anyone understood the importance of communication, it was Bryan. He’d been the mediator in countless tense moments before.   

She quickened her pace to catch up with him. “Bry,” she called out, her voice a mix of hope and determination. “What do you think about—”   

“Not now,” he cut her off sharply, not even breaking his stride.   

Y/N froze mid-sentence, her words dying in her throat. She stood there, stunned, as Bryan disappeared around the corner without so much as a backward glance.   

Her heart sank, a dull ache spreading through her chest. She had always prided herself on being strong, on rolling with the punches no matter what. But this? This was different. This wasn’t an opponent in the ring, a challenge she could overcome with sheer grit or determination. This was her family, shutting her out without explanation, and it was tearing her apart.   

She stayed rooted in the hallway for a moment longer, her arms wrapping around herself as if to shield against the cold indifference that had just been hurled her way. No matter how hard she tried to bridge the gap, it seemed to widen with every step.   

The breaking point came after a show in Chicago.   

It had been a long night—a sold-out crowd, an adrenaline-filled match, and a post-show buzz that should have left me on a high. Instead, I found myself pacing the hallways backstage, my frustration bubbling over with every step. I couldn’t take it anymore. These weren’t just coworkers—they were my family. The people who’d picked me up after losses, celebrated my wins, and stood by my side through the chaos of life in wrestling.   

If I’d done something to hurt them, they owed it to me to say it.   

Determined, I turned a corner and saw them in the locker room, just like always. Jon sat at the center, leaning forward with his elbows on his knees, his intense eyes fixed on the floor as if deep in thought. Bryan stood near the lockers, arms crossed, his face unreadable but tense. Claudio and Wheeler were seated across from each other, their postures stiff, their expressions a mix of discomfort and something I couldn’t quite place.   

The sight of them huddled in quiet conversation—so close-knit, so locked in—lit a fire in my chest. They looked like a fortress, impenetrable, and for the first time, I realized I wasn’t inside those walls anymore.   

I didn’t hesitate. I stormed into the room, the sound of my boots on the floor breaking their quiet.   

“Alright,” I said, my voice sharp and unwavering. “What the hell is going on?”   

The words hung in the air like a challenge, and all four heads turned toward me.   

Jon’s expression shifted immediately, his jaw tightening as his blue eyes narrowed. Bryan’s arms stayed crossed, but his posture stiffened, a flicker of unease crossing his face. Claudio glanced at Wheeler, who looked away quickly, his hands fidgeting in his lap.   

“What are you talking about?” Moxley asked, his tone flat but carrying that edge of irritation he always had when something—or someone—rubbed him the wrong way.   

I took a step forward, refusing to let them dismiss me. “You know exactly what I’m talking about,” I shot back, my voice rising. “You’ve been ignoring me for weeks. Acting like I don’t exist. Did I do something? Because if I did, I’d really like to know.”   

Jon leaned back slightly, his expression unreadable but cold. “Nobody’s ignoring you,” he said, the words clipped, like he was trying to shut the conversation down before it could even start.   

“Bullshit,” I said, the anger in my voice catching even me off guard. “Don’t lie to me, Jon. I’m not stupid. You’ve all been avoiding me, treating me like some outsider. And for what? If I did something, just say it. Don’t play this silent game with me.”   

The room went silent. The tension was so thick I could feel it pressing against my chest, making it harder to breathe.   

Bryan shifted, uncrossing his arms and exhaling slowly. Claudio looked down at his hands, and Wheeler wouldn’t even meet my eyes. Jon, however, stayed locked on me, his gaze unwavering, his lips pressing into a tight, thin line.   

“What’s it gonna be?” I asked, my voice softer now but no less firm. “Talk to me. Or is shutting me out the only thing you’re good at these days?”   

For a moment, no one said a word, the weight of my challenge hanging heavy in the air. I stood there, my heart pounding in my chest, waiting for someone—anyone—to break the silence. 

The silence was deafening, stretching across the room like a tangible force. It pressed against Y/N’s chest, suffocating in its intensity. Every pair of eyes seemed to avoid hers, save for Jon Moxley, whose steely gaze finally lifted to meet her.   

Moxley stood, his movements deliberate, his posture rigid as if his body carried the weight of unspoken words. His stare was piercing, cutting through the room with an edge that made Y/N straighten her shoulders instinctively.   

“It’s not about what you did,” he said at last, his voice low and gravelly, each word deliberate and measured. “It’s about who you’ve been spending all your damn time with.”   

Y/N blinked, the accusation hitting her like a slap she hadn’t seen coming. Her brows furrowed, confusion knotting in her chest. “What are you talking about?”   

“Bowens,” Wheeler Yuta muttered from his seat, his tone sharp, laced with bitterness. His hands fidgeted in his lap, but his eyes finally darted up to meet hers, his frustration clear. “It’s like we don’t even matter to you anymore.”   

The words sank deep, and for a moment, Y/N was too stunned to respond. Her jaw tightened as she struggled to process what he’d just said.   

Bryan Danielson let out a heavy sigh, his arms dropping to his sides as he stepped forward slightly. He wasn’t as blunt as Jon, nor as young and raw as Wheeler, but there was an unmistakable weariness in his voice when he spoke. “You’re always with him, Y/N. Always laughing, making videos, goofing off. Meanwhile, we’re over here—trying to focus, trying to keep this team together—and it feels like you’ve moved on.”   

Moved on?   

The words echoed in her head, stinging like an accusation she hadn’t prepared to defend against. Her mouth opened, but no words came out. She stared at Bryan, at Wheeler, and finally at Moxley, whose intense glare hadn’t wavered.   

“You think I’ve moved on?” she asked, her voice barely above a whisper, her tone a mix of disbelief and hurt. “You think I don’t care about you anymore?”   

“You don’t act like it,” Wheeler shot back, his voice quieter now but no less cutting. “You’re always with him. Every time we turn around, it’s Bowens this, Bowens that. TikToks, jokes, laughs—you don’t have time for us anymore.”   

Claudio Castagnoli, who had remained silent until now, finally spoke up, his deep voice calm but firm. “We’re not saying you can’t have other friends, Y/N. But... you used to spend time with us. Talk with us. Lately, it’s like we’re the last people on your mind.”   

Y/N looked around the room, her gaze moving from face to face. Each of them wore different expressions—anger, disappointment, frustration—but the common thread between them all was pain. They felt abandoned.   

“I can’t believe this,” she said finally, her voice trembling. “You’re jealous. All of you.”   

Jon’s jaw clenched at the word, his glare sharpening. “It’s not jealousy,” he said, his tone dangerous, his voice lowering even further. “It’s loyalty. We’re supposed to be a team. Family. But it feels like we’re the family you forgot about.”   

His words hit like a hammer, cracking through the remaining layers of her composure. Y/N stood there, her heart pounding, as the silence returned, heavier than before. 

For a moment, all I could do was stare at them, my mind struggling to catch up with what I’d just heard. Jealousy. That’s what this was.   

They were jealous.   

A disbelieving laugh escaped my lips before I could stop it, the sound sharp and brittle in the tense room. “You’re kidding me,” I said, my voice rising as I looked from face to face. “You’re mad because I’ve been hanging out with Anthony?”   

Jon crossed his arms over his chest, his glare unwavering, while Wheeler shifted uncomfortably in his seat. Claudio’s jaw tightened, and for a moment, I thought he wouldn’t respond. But then he spoke, his voice even but undeniably tense.   

“Not mad,” he said, though the clipped tone betrayed him. “Just... frustrated.” His dark eyes finally met mine, and there was something there—something raw and unguarded that made my stomach twist. “You used to be with us all the time. Now it feels like we’re the last people on your mind.”   

His words hit harder than I expected, cutting through the disbelief that had been building in me.   

I opened my mouth to argue, to fire back with something defensive—maybe even sarcastic. But the moment I really looked at them, the words died in my throat.   

Jon’s glare wasn’t just anger. It was layered with something deeper, something I hadn’t noticed before: hurt. Bryan, who always wore an air of calm rationality, looked away when my gaze met his, as if he couldn’t bear the weight of the conversation. Claudio’s expression was tight, his usual warmth replaced by quiet disappointment. And Wheeler...   

Wheeler looked like he wanted to be anywhere else. His hands fidgeted nervously, and his lips pressed into a thin, uncertain line. But it was the look in his eyes—an almost childlike mixture of frustration and sadness—that made my chest ache.   

Suddenly, it didn’t feel so ridiculous.   

They weren’t just mad. They weren’t just frustrated. They were hurt.   

And the worst part? They had a reason to be.   

Y/N took a deep breath, her shoulders rising and falling as she steadied herself. Her voice softened, no longer defensive, but filled with the sincerity she hoped they’d hear.  

“You guys are my family,” she said, her tone firm but warm, her eyes moving from one face to the next. “You’ve always been my family. That hasn’t changed, and it never will. Just because I’ve been spending time with Anthony doesn’t mean I care about you any less. You’re my people—always have been, always will be.”  

The words hung in the air, raw and unfiltered. Y/N wasn’t sure what kind of reaction to expect. For a moment, no one spoke, the room still thick with the weight of unresolved emotions.  

Then, Moxley broke the silence with a low grunt. He leaned back against the bench, his posture relaxing slightly, the tension in his broad shoulders melting away. A smirk played at the corners of his mouth as he glanced up at her.  

“Well,” he muttered, his voice as gravelly as ever, “maybe next time, include us in one of those TikToks. Could use a little of that spotlight you’ve been hogging.”  

Y/N’s eyes widened in mock surprise, her lips twitching into a grin. “You? Dancing? Now that’s something I’d pay to see.”  

The tension cracked, like ice breaking under the warmth of the moment. Bryan let out a low chuckle, shaking his head as if the thought of Moxley dancing was too absurd to picture. Wheeler snorted, his fidgeting hands finally stilling, while Claudio let out a hearty laugh, his deep voice echoing in the small room.  

“Don’t underestimate me, Y/N,” Mox said, his smirk growing into a full grin. “I’ve got moves.”  

“You’ve got something,” Bryan chimed in, his voice teasing but light. “Not sure if it qualifies as dancing, though.”  

The room erupted into laughter, the sound genuine and full of relief. The air that had been so thick with tension just minutes ago now felt lighter, almost buoyant. It wasn’t perfect—there were still things left unsaid, moments to work through—but the rift between them had begun to mend.  

Y/N shook her head, a smile still playing on her lips as she took a seat on the bench beside them. For the first time in weeks, the distance she’d felt between herself and the Blackpool Combat Club seemed to shrink, replaced by the familiar camaraderie she’d missed so much.  

Because in the world of wrestling, bonds weren’t just forged in the ring. They were tested and strengthened in the moments in between—in the fights, the misunderstandings, and the reconciliation that followed.  

And no matter what, the Blackpool Combat Club always found their way back to each other.