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bullet-clubs-bitch · 3 months ago

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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

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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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south-of-heaven · 1 year ago

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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.

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daddyhausen · 1 year ago

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• 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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wwereaderinserts · 6 months ago

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Hello!! I want to request a Jon Moxley fic where he and the oc are dating and they are both AEW wrestlers. In a promo, Jon's opposing fighter (can be anyone of his choosing) uses the oc to provoke Jon, insinuating sexual things and being very disrespectful and Mox gets very angry about it.

A/N: I'd like to preface this by saying this will be a one-off thing - I don't watch AEW which is partly why this took me so long to get around to, sorry! Title: Rising Fury Pairing: Jon Moxley x Reader Word Count: 992

Tension crackles in the air like electricity throughout the arena as MJF lowers his mic once his promo has drawn to a close, squaring up to Jon with intensity blazing in his eyes. You’re not sure if he’s expecting Jon to back down and leave the ring or not, but he certainly doesn’t get the desired reaction from him. Instead, Jon remains firmly planted in the centre of the ring with you loyally right beside your partner, his gaze unwavering from MJF’s.

The crowd roars with anticipation of what’s to follow the silent exchange between the pair ahead of their match next week, but amidst the chaos, you notice MJF do a double take towards you. A calculated, slow smirk spreads across his face, almost as though a lightbulb has just sparked up in his head, and he steadily raises his mic back up to his mouth despite him being done with his initial promo.

“Y’know, I actually just thought of something,” MJF begins, taking a step back from Jon to look you both up and down, like he’s sizing the pair of you up, “Something I think you’re too blind to even pick up on.”

You know he’s addressing Jon, but you still quirk a brow out of curiosity and fold your arms, wanting to see where he’s going with this. Jon doesn’t hesitate in scooping his mic back up off the canvas to indulge his upcoming opponent, his interest clearly being equally as piqued as yours.

“Yeah? What’s that? C’mon, don’t get shy on me now.”

Jon eggs him on, and MJF lets out a chuckle with a brief and subtle shake of his head, turning his attention towards you before he speaks again.

“It’s actually not about you. Don’t flatter yourself, you’re not that important. It’s actually about your lovely little girlfriend here.”

MJF;s eyes are fixed on you, and he looks and sounds so smug that it almost makes you want to slap the smile clean off his face before Jon can even think about beating you to the punch. But despite your heart racing with a mix of fear and anger, you let him continue. Jon stands beside you, his fists clenched at his side in irritation at the mere mention of you.

“What about her? Why is she-”

“I’m not talking to you. I’m talking to her.” MJF interjects and stares you down, treating Jon like he doesn’t exist, “Didn’t you rise up out of nowhere, huh?”

He smirks and casts you a glance, almost as if he knows something that you don’t. You’re still as bewildered as you were to start off with, and you take a second to turn towards Jon in a swift attempt to placate him, willing him to not intervene here for a moment as you take the mic out of his grasp.

“Well, not really. I worked my ass off to make it here, if you didn’t already know.”

You stand your ground, your heart still racing as you lock eyes with MJF. He scoffs and rolls his eyes at you, barely missing a beat as he fires back at you.

“Oh, is that what they’re calling it these days? It’s okay, you can tell everyone you slept your way to the top. We all know that’s what it really is, anyway. It’s why you’re even with him in the first place. No need to keep bullshitting us all, we all know you’ll move onto the next one soon enough.”

MJF stuns you into silence, any and all words of retaliation you wanted to use to defend yourself with completely abandoning your train of thought. Jon, on the other hand, does not waste a single second in defending your honour, not willing to listen to any more of the bullshit that will inevitably spew from his mouth.

He’d kept his composure the entire time he’d been sharing the ring with MJF during this segment, but Jon finally snaps the moment MJF puts disrespect on your name the way he did. Jon almost instantly lunges at him, unleashing a barrage of punches on him, and you’re almost caught in the crossfire of it all.

“That’s bullshit! You don’t get to fucking talk about her like that! Keep her name out of your mouth!”

Jon screams, finally flooring him with no intention of stopping his assault on him. You know better than to get involved immediately, saving yourself from inadvertently catching a stray punch from either of the two men. Instead, you back off and let Jon blow off steam, only even considering approaching him when the blows almost come to a complete halt.

“Jon…Jon! He’s done, he’s not getting up!” you call out to him, kneeling by his side, “Let’s just go, get out of here-”

Jon heeds your words, wiping his now bloodied knuckles on his pants before he rises back up to his feet. He’s panting now, hands trembling in pure rage as he gazes down at the aftermath of his outburst.

MJF lays flat on the canvas, his forearm shielding his face from any further blows that may come his way. But they don’t. Instead, Jon snatches the mic back up from where it lays, truly being the one to get the last words in on this heated exchange.

“You ever, and I mean ever talk about my girlfriend like that again, I’ll kill you!” he snarls, barely holding back from kicking MJF when he’s already down, “I promise you, that was just a taster of what I’m gonna do to you next week!”

Jon throws the mic down for good as soon as he’s done, taking a breather to compose himself once more before he turns towards you and takes your hand in his. The crowd erupt with support for you both as you exit the ring together, triumphant and ready to both face and conquer the challenge that lies ahead of you both next week.

#jon moxley x reader #wwe imagine #wwe fic #moxxreader

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mamirhodessxox · 29 days ago

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We’re getting very explorative here sooo..taking requests for Dean Ambrose 😋🙏

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omg-im-such-a-masochist · 1 year ago

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𝚂𝚝𝚘𝚌𝚔𝚘𝚕𝚖 (𝚙𝚘𝚜𝚜𝚒𝚋𝚕𝚎 𝚙𝚛𝚘𝚕𝚘𝚐𝚞𝚎?)

Summary: Bored me tries something different (because writer’s block is a bitch) during a bus ride.

Pairing: Blackpool Combat Club x Fem!Reader

Warnings: +18, adult content, semi-erotic content, harsh language, dub-con, mild psychological torture, yandere vibes.

Tags: @theworldofotps , @writtingrose , @aerynscrichton , @daddyhausen , @melissahausen , @unoficialy-married-to-ace-austin , @sophiewolfheart-blog , @sultryfandoms , @new-zealand-chic , @crowleysqueenofhell , @thealliasylum , @legit9thlunaticwarrior , @adamjf , @josiewrites , @seeingstarks , @irish-newzealand-idian-dutch , @whenimakeitshine1234 , @moxkindagirl , @sunshinevirus , @im-just-a-mississippi-girl , @ripleyswhore

The youngest man was placed by the door as security, he couldn’t stop staring at her ever since the others bound her to the chair. His black hair and mischievous almond-shaped eyes gleamed underneath the blinding white lights.

She hadn’t slept in over 24 hours, adrenaline and the clarity in the room had successfully kicked sleep out of her system. She vaguely remembers the faces of two of the men, having bumped them a few times inside her father’s church, but the blonde one and the one by the door were still unfamiliar to her. She still didn’t know where she was, who these men were, and what they could possibly want with someone like her, but still, she found herself here. Somewhere at some place, with the four strangers, being held hostage for no apparent reason.

“I need to go to the bathroom”, she murmured. Red, tired eyes stared bluntly at the young man before her ears captured what sounded like a faint chuckle.

“Didn’t you just go like ten minutes ago?”

“Yes, but I need to go again”, she responded, shrinking herself in the chair when he took three steps forward.

He hovered over her, nose brushing against her perfumed hair, warm breath caressing the skin of her right temple. “What’s so interesting about that bathroom that you wanna go in there all the time, huh?” His hand pushed her hair behind her shoulder, rough fingertips brushing the skin of her neck and shoulder in the meantime. “Maybe I should go in with you to see what interesting things you’re up to”.

Her throat felt coarse and dry, and the many hours without water were beginning to affect her body. She subtly pulled herself away from the young man’s touch, the small action seemed to amuse him since his only response was to get closer to her again.

“Don’t tell me you’re one of the shy ones” He chuckled “You didn’t seem to have one single shy bone in your body when you snuck out of the church with Timmy boy”. The amused chuckle transformed into a full-out laugh as he spotted the disgusted look on her face.

“Tell me” He whispers in her ear “How far did you let Timmy boy go?” his hand grips her thigh, pushing it open until a voice echoes from behind them.

“Yuta! That’s enough” The blonde man stated, slowly walking into the room followed by the other two men. Yuta reluctantly stepped away from her and walked toward the blonde man who beckoned him closer. He whispered something in Yuta’s ear, and the young man just nodded and walked out of the room.

“I deeply apologize for this inconvenience” The blonde man pointed with his finger around the room “But dear old daddy didn’t leave us much of choice”. His eyes wrinkled as he smiled “I’m Bryan. And this is Mox and Claudio”, he pointed back and forth between the man beside him, “We promise you nothing bad will happen to you, as long as you behave and your father keeps his part of the deal, of course. But other than that, I promise you, we’re all gentlemen here”.

She tried to lick her lips in an attempt to moist the dry flesh as she spoke “Could I have some water, please?”

“Of course” The man who went by the name Claudio answered with a smirk. He grabbed a bottle of water from the mini-fridge by the door and opened it before placing it against her chapped lips.

They all stared at her with curiosity, like tourists on a safari. Both Mox and Claudio had a knowing smirk plastered on their lips as Bryan only stood there in silent mockery. Claudio squatted down beside her, pulling the water bottle away from her lips when she began to chug on it.

“Easy there” He whispered “We don’t want you to choke, at least not on water”

When she only answered a small, confused “What?”, Claudio laughed “You’re really cute, I wonder why it took us so long to do this”. He placed small pecks on her exposed shoulder, traveling up to her neck until he reached her cheek.

“Will you be our obedient little girl? Do everything we say with a pretty smile on your face” Claudio placed his chin on her shoulder, deep brown eyes staring directly at her soul “We know you want to” He grinned.

“We’re not like christian boy Timmy who doesn’t know what to do with his little dick” Mox tugged on her hair, pulling it down until she looked up at him. “We’re men, real men” His clear baby blue eyes roamed through her features “I know you’re supposed to keep that cherry intact for your honeymoon, but kitty cat, I’m not so sure that you’ll keep it though. You know why?”

She whined a “No” before she felt Claudio pressing his semi-hard bulge against her shoulder.

Mox took her hand in his as he began “Because unlike your dear old daddy, we love you”, he delicately placed her palm on top of his growing bulge, “See how much we love you?”

A boisterous laugh resonated from the wooden stairs, loud thumps made their way down to the small room until they stopped by the door. “Everything’s ready and the engine is running”. Yuta grinned like the Cheshire cat.

Bryan leaned over her and cut the ropes with a pocket knife. He caresses her hair, places a small peck on her lips, and whispers “Let’s get out of here, shall we?”

#jon moxley x reader #jon moxley imagine #claudio castagnoli x reader #claudio castagnoli imagine #bryan danielson x reader #bryan danielson imagine #wheeler yuta x reader #wheeler yuta imagine #jon moxley #claudio castagnoli #bryan danielson #wheeler yuta #blackpool combat club x reader #blackpool combat club imagine #blackpool combat club #masochist writes #stockolm series

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romanreignsgf · 1 year ago

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We aren't him

Hello, my loves! I am here with an Ambreigns x Plus Size! Reader! This has been on the docket for a while now and I am so glad I can finally get it out here! Real names are used!

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You were in your room, waiting patiently for your boyfriend to get home. You had been dating him for about three weeks and you really thought he was amazing until you heard your phone ding

"She really thinks

She’s just a fuck toy

It's hilarious! She is way too fat and

Perky for me"

You read the texts in shock, He was one of the people who really didn't care about looks. You called some of your dearest friends. Jon and Joe. Or as the world knows them, Roman Reigns and Jon Moxley. Once they heard what you said they immediately came to get you

"We are on our way, wait outside"

You just silently nodded and put your vape and phone in your bra. And walked outside. Seeing your deadbeat boyfriend "Baby I am so sorry my friend was on m-" You stopped him "Chad, just stop. I'm leaving you" He growled "Well fine then. Youre fucking ugly an-" Then a large hand was placed on Chad's shoulder "I wouldn't finish that sentence if I were you bud" You giggled and walked to the car. Letting Joe do whatever he wanted to the five foot six man. Jon walked you to the car, One arm wrapped around your shoulder. “Hey, Do you need anything else inside?” You thought for a moment “I don’t think so… anything important is in a storage unit..” You see Joe coming over to you and Jon. He is holding a blood soaked fist “Holy shit, Joe…” You took off your jacket, placing it on his bleeding fist

“Don’t worry about it"

You looked at him with worried eyes "Okay..." You got into the passenger seat of the car, Joe was driving and Jon was sitting in the back, As soon as the car started and you and the boys are out of the neighborhood, you break down. Tears bubbling in your eyes.

Growing up as the fat girl, you always found the shittiest men to be in your life. Joe must have heard your tears, as did Jon. They let you cry cause they knew there was nothing they could say to make you feel better at this moment.

When you three pulled up to Joe's house, the car was stopped. You opened the passenger door and hopped out. You waited at the door and waited for Joe to unlock the door. You caught a glimpse of Joe's eyes, he had something planned but you couldn't put your finger on it.

When you walked in you turn to Jon and Joe and rubbed your eyes, "I'm gonna go shower... Is that okay?" Jon chuckled "Baby, I would hold off on that" Baby? He never called you that. Doll maybe, but never baby. Joe chuckled "Yes, Love, How about you go sit on the couch and Jon and I will get your surprise" You were downright confused but you went to the couch and plopped down.

(SMUT BELOW: WARNING!!!)

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About five minutes later, Your phone was yanked from your hand "What the?" You looked up, Seeing Jon and Joe standing over you. "What are you guy's doing?" Joe turned to Jon with a smirk, and that's when Jon spoke up "Now, Baby. That would ruin the surprise! Me and Joe... We wanna show you how wrong Chad was... Can you take off your pants and your panties?"

You looked up at the two, The dominance radiating off them was too much for you. You slipped off both your pants and panties and Jon looked at Joe like he saw god in front of him "Holy, Jon, What took us so fucking long to do this?" Your face flushed and you let out a giggle "Is the surprise you two staring at my pussy?" Jon laughed "Oh, no, baby. I can see that pretty pink pussy glistening, So me and Joe, We're gonna fuck you better than any other man." Those words sent shivers down your spine and made your pussy throb

Joe got on his knees in front of you and Jon plopped beside you. Jon unbuckled his pants and took his cock out from his boxers. "Now, While Joe eats your pretty pussy, your gonna stroke my cock, me and Joe will switch after you cum for a first time, and then we'll fuck you hard, multiple loads will be inside you"

Your face was now a beautiful shade of red. You nodded, wrapping your hand around Jon's cock. It was seven inches, and beautiful. That's when you felt Joe's tongue slide up the lips of your pussy, this got a moan out of you which also lead to you squeezing Jon's cock a tad. You moaned ''Jon! Joe!" Your hand picked up speed as Joe's tongue sped up as well, You also felt Joe's fingers slip inside of you

Your head fell back onto the couch, moaning loudly. Jon was whimpering, letting his head back fall onto the couch, You both leaned in, and you and Jon began making out, Joe was still tearing up your pussy with his fingers and tongue. You pulled away from Jon and moaned loudly "Fuck! shit! I'm cumming!" Your hand squeezed Jon's cock and your eyes rolled into the back of your head

Your breath was heavy and you were so blissed out. "Shit... That was amazing.." You smiled "Oh, Sweetheart, We are far from done," Joe said with a deep chuckle

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#wwe superstars #wwe #dean ambrose x reader #seth rollins x reader #roman reigns smut #roman reigns fanfiction #roman reigns #wwe roman reigns #jon moxley x reader #jon moxley

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