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daddyhausen · 7 months

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

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{ masterlists } | { kinktober 2023 }

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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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south-of-heaven · 6 months

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jon moxley x fem!reader where he is in a match with orange cassidy and kris statlander tries to sabotage him so reader takes her down and he’s like “ that’s my girl.”?

Atta girl! || Jon Moxley x Reader

Summary: You make sure there are no outside interferences in Jon's match.

The arena was buzzing with energy as Jon prepared to step into the ring for his match against Orange Cassidy. You watched with bated breath, seated at ringside, as Jon made his entrance, ready for a fight. This was a crucial match, and the last thing you wanted was interference from anyone.

As the bell rang, and Jon and Orange Cassidy began to circle each other, you noticed Kris Statlander lurking nearby. She had a determined look in her eyes, and it was clear she had something in mind.

Suddenly, Kris lunged forward, attempting to interfere in the match. She tried to trip Jon, and you knew you had to act fast. You sprang into action, moving swiftly to intercept her.

With a well-timed move, you knocked her feet out from under her, sending her sprawling to the ground. Kris was caught off guard, her interference thwarted by your quick thinking.

Jon, in the midst of his battle with Orange Cassidy, caught sight of your successful takedown of Kris. A proud grin crossed his face as he continued to fight in the ring.

"Atta girl! Good job!" he yelled, his voice filled with appreciation for your efforts. You gave him a nod, letting him know that you were always there to have his back.

With Kris's interference now dealt with, Jon could focus entirely on the match. The crowd roared with approval, and you settled back into your seat, determined to keep a watchful eye in case anyone else had any ideas of interfering.

Jon's determination was unwavering, and as the match continued, you couldn't help but feel a swell of pride for the man you loved. He was a force to be reckoned with, and he had you by his side, ready to support him in and out of the ring.

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livsbrutalitys-blog · 5 months

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MASTERLIST AND RULES

Hi guys I’m a new writer here on tumblr and I already have some stuff written and I can’t wait to share them with you! Here are the things/people i write for so if you have any request lmk!

➰-smut ✔️- fluff ➿-angst

• WWE

- Rhea Ripley

homecoming✔️

series

Unfinished business ➿

part 1 | part 2 | part 3 part 4

one shots

rhea ripley x fem!reader ➰

ex!rhea x fem!reader ➿

homecoming ✔️

- Dominik Mysterio

- Damian Priest

one shots

damian priest x fem!reader ✔️

untitled w fem!reader✔️

enemies to lovers?Damian priest x fem!reader ➿

- Becky Lynch

- Bayley

- Sasha Banks/ Mercedes Moné

- Liv Morgan

- Dolph Ziggler

- Drew Mcintyre

- Roman Reigns

one shots

roman reigns x fem!reader

- Jey Uso

- Jimmy Uso

- Trick Williams

- Carmelo Hayes

- Wes Lee

- Roxanne Perez

- CM Punk

- AJ Lee

- Nikki Bella

- Brie Bella

- Dean Ambrose/Jon Moxley

- Baron Corbin

- Shayna Baszler

RULES

Here are some things I WILL NOT write about.

- p3dophillia

- n3crophilia

- inc3st

- non-con (cnc i will but nothing where one party is non-consensual/r@pe)

- any kind of bodily fluid play (bl00d is fine but no golden showers or anything like that)

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judgementdaysunshine · 6 months

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Blood spill

Pairing: Jon Moxley x Fem reader

Description: Your match grows bloody leading to a distressed Jon coming to your aid after it's finally done

The match was in your favor for a while but now grew even between you and Athena Palmer showing fans and anyone who doubted you why you were a part of the Blackpool combat club. The next thing you knew was that you got hit with a chair getting up only to feel something on your face wiping your face only to see blood immediately getting back up and fighting back even harder than you already were slowly feeling your energy seeping out of you until you were only running on adrenaline as things grew more bloody cracking athena's nose and the cut on your head becoming bigger when you hit an exposed steel chain under the padding in the corner of the ring, finally you get a spear in and pinning her for your win laying on the mat looking very lethargic and exhausted hearing cheers as you try to get up only to see Jon beside you "Hey hold on to me I'm getting you out of the ring okay?" you nod as he helps you over the ropes before grabbing and carrying you off backstage. Everything became a blur as jon ran backstage to medical as everyone else in blackpool combat waited outside having an iron grip on jon to stay with you not wanting to be alone, an hour later you were laying down on the bench in the blackpool locker room feeling the soaked spot on the bandage already as you try to sleep but couldn't "Damn you're bleeding like a stuck pig this is why I tell everyone to be careful using them" you feel the adrenaline wear off and feel calmer as jon takes the soaked bandage off wiping the puddle of blood off your head before quickly yet gently puts the new bandage over the cut "You're fine I'm here no one's gonna mess with you and if they do I'll make sure they never do again" your heart flutters at the soft kiss he places on your temple as you doze off hearing a quiet whisper before falling asleep "I love you", an hour later you shoot awake from the loud noise turning when jon grabs your shoulder "You're safe it's okay". You and jon had feelings for each other for a few months now since he noticed you and knew you would be an exceptional addition to blackpool combat club immediately introducing himself to you and slowly the two of you became friends leading the feelings to grow when you joined blackpool three months later proving yourself to a damn good wrestler along with everyone else in the club, you feel your nerves kick in when you grab jon's hand noticing just how tiny your hand were compared to his "You keep doing that with my hands and it may lead to something we can't take back" you look at him as leans closer to you "What if I want this to happen?" he leans closer allowing you to move away but you close the gap immediately wrapping your arms around him while he holds your face falling asleep in his lap a few minutes later after agreeing to dinner the next week while watching Yuta's match against Kenny Omega.

#jon moxley #aew x reader #aew #jon moxley x reader

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dirtywrestling · 1 year

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Can I request a young!Mox X fem!reader? Maybe the reader’s like kinda shy, innocent, a bit naive which is like the opposite of indie Mox but he is absolutely simping for her. Maybe she’s oblivious to the simping but just something really sweet and fluffy that ends with them sharing a sweet kiss or something along those lines.

Pairing: Young!Jon Moxley x Female!Reader

Warnings: 18+ Blog, Fluff, Kissing, Drinking

Commission Requests: Closed!

Imagine Requests: Open!

Follow My Side Blog!: @dirtywresling102

"Come on, Y/N. Just a shot." One of the wrestlers teased. The small show you and other wrestlers put on was finished and the event was connected to a local bar which you all decided to go to once the ring was packed up in the truck and the venue was cleaned.

You bit your lip, staring at the caramel liquid in the clear shot. You weren't much of a drinker, only having a beer here and there on special occasions. "You don't have to, if you don't want to Y/N." A voice made you looked away from the glass and towards Jon Moxley who was at the other side of the bar.

"Maybe I want to." You pouted at him.

Jon tossed back his shot and placed it on the bar, his blue eyes watching you as you grabbed the shot glass.

It was a big mistake for accepting that shot. The other wrestlers encouraged you to keep going so here you were outside, leaning against the wall, your head spinning. The smell of cigarette smoke hit your nostrils, nearly making you puke. "Told you not to take it."

"Shut up." You mumbled.

You looked over your shoulder to see Jon leaning against the wall and flicking his cigarette. "Come on, I'll take you to the hotel." Jon grabbed your arm, wrapping it around his neck as he started to walk you towards his car.

"You're too nice to me, Moxley." You mumbled, leaning against his form.

Jon chuckled lowly. "That's because I like you sweetheart."

You smiled up at him. "You like me?" You repeated.

"More than anything."

"Prove it."

"You're drunk." Jon grunted as he unlocked his car.

"Prove it." You repeated.

Jon pushed you up against the car, staring down at you. He leaned forward, his slight chapped lips pressed up against yours. Moaning softly against his lips you, everything finally stopped spinning and you felt less nauseous.

Jon pulled away from you, smirking. "Enough proof?"

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aalyssah · 1 year

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New Family Member

Pairing: Seth Rollins x Fem!Reader

Warnings: Fluff!

Word Count: 1,255

Summary: Seth's friend offers him a pet, but you hate pets, so he tries to convince you to let him get it.

A/N: Seth just wants a puppy. Hope You Enjoy!

To most people's surprise, you hate pets. Ever since you can remember, you've always hated them and it's because of two incidents.

You were 6 years old, running around your yard when a cat came up to you. You, being a 6 year old, petted the cat. At first it was nice, purring you and pushing into your touch, but then all of a sudden, it jumped on you, clawing up your face.

Your screams were heard over the neighborhood as you desperately tried to get the cat off you and luckily, your parents came to help you.

Okay, no cats right? Maybe you can try a dog. Well you already tried that. It was a family reunion this time and you were 15. You walked up to one of your cousins, looking at their dog.

'Oh you can touch him. He doesn't bite.' They said, but that dog sure did prove you wrong. Within a second, their mouth latched onto your hand, another ear piercing scream heard in the house.

From that day on, you've made a commitment to not get a pet. It doesn't matter what animal it is, you'll never look at them the same.

You stood in the kitchen, washing dishes when the front door opened. "Hey babe!" You called out. You could hear small whispers and footsteps coming your way. "Babe, look at who I got!" You took a moment to dry your hands off and what you saw made you run to the other side of the room.

"What is that? Why is it in our house?!" Seth looked confused at your reaction. "It's a puppy?" You started shaking your head. "Oh no, you gotta get that outta here. I don't do dogs!" Seth looked at you shocked. "Really? Not even a little puppy?"

Seth walked towards you, reaching the dog out to you. You ran the opposite way, yelling. "Seth, if you come near me with that again, I'm leaving your ass!" Seth pouted, pulling the dog in his chest. "What's wrong with you? Why don't you wanna hold him." You bit your lip, looking at the ground.

You never thought you would have to tell your little stories. "I was attacked when I was younger." Seth nodded his head in understanding. "Okay, what about a cat?" Your eyes grew big fast. "Hell no! It was one of the worst pains in my life when that cat scratched up my face!"

Seth couldn't believe it. "Damn, so do you like any animals?" You thought about it for a moment, putting your finger on your chin. "Maybe a fish." Seth gave you a blank expression. "But it doesn't even walk, nor can they make a noise."

You finally smiled at him. "Exactly how I like it." You walked back to the sink and continued washing the dishes. "So we can't have him?" You gave him a glare which answered his question. "Baby, please! I promise I'll take care of him. I'll wash him, clean him up, and feed him. You won't have to do anything!"

You still didn't give in. "No Seth. Where'd you get him anyways?" Seth rubbed the pet. "Jon offered him to me. Said his dog had babies so here he is." You saw how sad he was, but you still didn't trust the dog. "Can we keep him? Please baby!"

You 're starting to get annoyed with all this begging. "Seth, I said no! I don't like dogs. My answer isn't gonna change!" Seth had a frown on his face for a moment, but then an idea came to mind. If you don't like dogs, he's gonna make you like them.

"Can we make a deal?" You cocked your eyebrow up at him, daring him to keep speaking. "I'll have a week to get you to like the dog. If you like him, we can keep him, but if you don't like him, I'll give him back to Moxley."

You looked at his hand that was reached out, waiting for you to shake. With a smile, you shook his hand.

“And just in case we do keep him, so wanna name him Kevin." Seth said, smiling at the dog.

Monday was pretty easy. You dodged Seth with work, but when you were finished, you had to face the dog. You didn't like him one bit. He was always staring at you, barking nonstop, and crying. You don't remember any of this from your childhood, but you know he's gonna be bad when he grows up.

On Tuesday, the dog was starting to creep you out. As said in the previous night, the dog would stare at you and Seth. Y'all tried having sex last night, but those big beady eyes were staring in your soul. The dog also shedded a lot, so everytime you would hug Seth, you would get hair on your body.

Wednesday wasn't so bad. Kevin would try bringing you his toys, begging you to play with him. He was trying to grow on you, but you gave him the cold shoulder and walked away. Sometimes it would cry for you and you would have to act like you don't see anything, but when Seth leaves to go to the gym, you would pick him up.

Thursday was there and you were starting to like him. Kevin was constantly on your tracks, following you around like a literal lost puppy. Always barking when Seth gets too close to you, or if you hurt yourself. And for the first time, you cracked a smile when the dog gave you a kiss.

Friday came around the corner and of course you still kept your act, but it was getting harder and harder. Sometimes you just wanted to snatch him up and give him a million kisses.

Saturday was here and you were so close to giving in. When Seth went to the store, you held Kevin. You must've petted him somewhere he didn't like, because he turned around and bit you. To your surprise, you didn't flinch, back away, or even cry. You just laughed and kept petting him.

It's Sunday, AKA the last day and Seth has been hogging Kevin for himself. He would play with him, bathe him, and even feed him as if he's his owner. "Why are you hogging him?" Seth let out a fake tear.

"Because I know this is the last time I'll see him. I just wish we could keep him, but you won fair and square."Some sort of guilt filled in you after seeing how sad Seth was. Anyone could tell he wanted that puppy. "Yeah, it's a real shame."

Seth took a deep breath and went to go get his shoes on. "Where are you going?" Seth looked at you. "To give Jon his puppy back?" Confusion was laced in his voice as he told you. "I never said we were getting rid of him." You watched as he froze mid step. "What do you mean by that?"

You playfully rolled your eyes laughing. “I mean I want to keep him!” Seth gasped and gently placed Kevin down before running to you. He practically tackled you on the couch, arms wrapped around your waist.

“Thank you, thank you so much, baby! I promise I’ll treat this dog like he’s our child.” You groaned under your breath. “Okay, but you better not put him over me. I’m your queen!” You both shared a laugh with a kiss.

“We got a new member to the family!”

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omg-im-such-a-masochist · 1 year

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Red Stains 💋

Pairings: Jon Moxley x Fem!Reader

Warnings: +18, oral sex, marking kink, dirty talk.

A/N: Huge shout out to @theworldofotps for helping my Libra ass making a choice and also for the blood reference. Love you, Crystal 💋 Also I haven’t wrote this bad boy in a while..god I missed him 🥰

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His blue eyes were used to seeing his skin covered in red stains, they always traveled down his body like a crimson lake, coating his porcelain skin in a scarlet hue. Only this time, the carmine shades were shaped like lips.

His skin felt hot to the touch, a soft blush adorned his plump cheeks, and the blue in his eyes held the unspoken pleas he refused to say out loud. Sweat already began to pool between his eyebrows, as an attempt of keeping the words inside his mouth and his body in place. Mox did a good job at that as of now, but quite frankly, he didn’t know for how long he was going to be able to keep it that way.

“You’re being so good to me, baby” Your warm breath caressed his wet tip as you spoke. Looking down Mox could see the red lipstick stains all over his torso, thighs, and shaft. Your partially open red lips clashed against his sensitive crown and the thick side vein on his shaft every time you spoke to him.

“This shade of red looks so much better on you than the usual blood, don’t you think?” The teasing tone in your voice was easily picked up by his ears, and Mox couldn’t hold back his smirk.

“C’mon, I wanna hear you, puppy” You teased again, only this time he chuckled back “Oh, this is definitely way better than the blood” The usual raspiness of his voice sounded harsher due to the intense pleasure. His eyes searched for yours, and a silent plea could be read upon the baby blue orbs.

“Use your words, big boy” You encouraged him, as you left behind a perfectly printed red lipstick stain on top of his pulsing vein.

“Fuck, kitty. You’re gonna kill me like that” Mox mumbled, while his head hit the pillow quite forcefully.

“What’s the matter, Jon? I thought you were a man who didn’t struggle with your words” You mocked, as your lips covered his sensitive tip in a crimson shade.

Mox indeed never struggled with his words, but he was also a man who never begged for anything, ever. It was a matter of pride to him, he never begs anything from anyone, so this new power dynamic was something he never saw himself in before.

It was a struggle to get him to agree to this little play because he simply didn't want to hand the control over to someone else. He needs it and craves it like a drug, but you were different. You have a way with your words that he always knew was dangerous. Your persuasion power lies not only in your words but also in your touch, in your body, in your mouth, and even more in your pussy. No woman has ever held such power over him like this, it only took you one word, one look, one touch, and the simple feeling of your body against his to have him do anything you want in the bat of an eye.

“You already know what I want” Mox groaned when your tongue gave soft licks on his slit “So why should I tell you if you already know?”

“Humor me” You smirked before leaning down and sucking one of his balls in your mouth. The unexpected action caused Mox’s hips to jerk upward “Fuck, oh my fucking God, you’re not playing fair on me, kitty.” His eyes dared to travel down his body to get a glimpse of your face, and he never regretted something so instantly. A thick string of spit still connected you to his ball sack, but your eyes were fixed on him as your hand moved up and down his length. Your red lipstick was smudged, and your lips were glistening with the moisture of the spit. With such a sight, Mox had to hold himself from cumming on the spot.

Your eyes caught the despair on his face and you smiled widely “You wanna take a picture of me like this, baby? Face covered in spit, lipstick smudged, laid down between your thighs, worshiping your cock for all the wonderful things it does to my pussy”.

Mox’s jaw tightened at your words “Oh, that mouth…that fucking dirty mouth, kitten” He bit his knuckles as you slowly spat on his tip.

“Say it, Jon. Tell me what I wanna hear, baby”. You leaned upwards on his body, kissing his chest as your hard nipple brushed under his shaft.

“I didn’t know you could be this mean” He teased with a moan

“Oh I can be way much worse, bad guy” You chuckled before your tongue licked his nipple.

You felt Mox’s cock throb against your breast and a faint “Fuck it” left his lips.

He looked down into your eyes and whispered “Suck my cock. Please, I beg you. Make me cum in your mouth then ride me. I need you, kitty, please”.

A winning smile took over your lips as you whispered back “See? It wasn’t that hard, was it?”

He looked down into your eyes and whispered “Suck my cock. Please, I beg you. Make me cum in your mouth then ride me. I need you, kitty, please”.

A winning smile took over your lips as you whispered back “See? It wasn’t that hard, was it?”

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jeysmullet · 10 months

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darius martin x female reader (moxley's younger sister)??? darius and moxley's sister are sneaking around and dating but get caught by moxley??

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Darius Martin X Moxley!Fem Reader.

enjoy xoxo.

Y/n Moxley.

I did not have hiding a relationship from my brother on my 2023 bingo card, yet here we are.

I was currently trying to sneak out of the hotel room, my boyfriend and his brother share, without anybody seeing me.

I make Darius check the hallway before i walk out.

I make sure i’m as quiet as i can be, seeing as it’s 1:26 in the morning. I was almost to the elevator before i heard somebody call out my name. I silently prayed to myself that it wasn’t who i thought it was.

i slowly turned around and saw Paul, also known as Wheeler Yuta.

“Paul, hi.”

“Y/n, What are you doing up this late? you okay?”

Paul questioned as i tried to come up with a lie.

“I, um, was just hanging out with Anthony, and i fell asleep for a little bit in there.”

I lied straight through my teeth hoping he would believe it.

I think he did because he just nodded his head before saying something else.

“Oh, well get to your room safe, you better hope Jon fell asleep.”

“Yeah, goodnight Paul.”

i sighed out, thanking every lord there is that he believed me.

I walked to the elevator, pressing the button waiting for it to come down.

When it finally came down, i hopped inside of it pressing my floor number.

When i arrived to my floor, i stepped out of the elevator and began walking towards my room.

I swiped the key card, and heard the lock click open.

I pushed the handle down, opening the door as slowly as possible trying to be quiet.

When I made it into the room, i closed the door back quietly walking towards the beds.

I sighed in relief when i saw Jon fast asleep.

I put my things down on my bed and went over to my suitcase grabbing some pajamas from it. I just grabbed some shorts and a shirt before walking over to the bathroom, and closing the door.

After i got changed, i heard out the bathroom turning off the light and closing the door.

I walked over to my bed, and got in it putting my phone on the charger. I put my phone on the nightstand, turned off the lamp, and rolled over letting sleep take over.

THE NEXT DAY

Y/n Moxley.

Location: Arena.

I was in my dressing room getting ready for my match when i heard a knock on my door.

I got up from the couch after i finished tying my boots up, walking over to the door.

I opened the door revealing Darius. I gasped and pulled him inside the room closing the door.

"What are you doing? You could have been seen."

I said looking at him with wide eyes.

"I know, i just wanted to make sure you got in with my problems last night. You didn't text me and tell me if you did."

He softly spoke looking down at me.

"I'm sorry, i was so caught up in trying to make sure I didn't get caught that i forgot to text you."

I sighed before putting my arms around his neck.

"You're okay, i just wanted to make sure you were good."

I felt his arms snake around my waist pulling me closer to him.

I brought his face down to mine pushing my lips against his.

I felt his arms go from my waist to the back of my thighs. I jumped up letting my legs go around his waist.

I started feeling him move over to the couch. I felt my back go against the couch.

He moved away from my lips down to my neck.

“Ohh fuck.”

When he started going lower i heard a knock on the door.

Me and him shot up looking at each other.

“Go in the bathroom.”

I whisper yelled to him.

With that he quickly walked over to the bathroom and closed himself in it.

I made sure i looked presentable before going over and opening the door revealing Jon.

Oh shit.

“Hey y/n.”

“Heyy Jon, what are you doing here?”

I asked him as he walked in.

“I can’t come see my sister before her match?”

He questioned as he raised his eyebrow.

“No No No, you can. You just stopped by so suddenly.”

I panicked trying to think of something while i keep glancing towards the door.

“You sure? You seem off or something.”

“No, i’m good, just nervous for my match tonight.”

Just then a sound of something falling came from the bathroom.

Jon looked at me before getting up and walking over to the bathroom.

“Wait no!”

I tried to say but before i could stop him, Jon was already face to face with Darius.

“Oh shit.”

I said looking between the two.

“Y/n, you got something you wanna tell me?”

Jon said looking away from Darius for the first time since he’s seen him.

“I’m sorry.”

“So how long were you fucking around with my sister and didn’t tell me?”

He questioned Darius as he walked up on him.

“Jon, don’t do that. Why do you have a problem anyway? Im a grown adult.”

“Y/n, I wouldn’t have a problem if you would’ve just told me. Do you not trust me or something?”

Jon looked at me, and he looked somewhat sad when he asked that.

“No, i just thought you would be mad because you always used to tell me never to involve myself with somebody else in the business.”

“Y/n. I wouldn’t have been mad, maybe a little bit upset but never mad,”

He looked at Darius before continuing.

“and i know Darius is a good kid.”

Darius smiled.

“Just don’t hurt my sister or else i will hurt you.”

“I promise i will never do that.”

Darius said as he walked over to me putting his arm around my shoulder.

Jon looked at us and cracked a smile.

“I guess i approve. Y’all are cute i guess.”

“GROUP HUG!”

I yelled making both the men smile before Jon came towards us wrapping us both in a hug.

I smiled to myself knowing that i have the two most important men in my life right here.

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Hope y’all enjoyed🖤.

tags 🏷️| @hooks-martin

xoxo vaeh.

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dirtywresling102 · 1 year

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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.

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hookhausenschips · 3 months

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🌸-Fluff 🔥Smut 💔Angst 📸Social Media

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daddyhausen · 8 months

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your blood ran cold at the sight. the carnage that unfolded behind only a single wall from you. you stared in horror at the monitor, throat running dry upon seeing your brother drenched in his own blood, trent’s eyes glazed over, deep browns seeming so lifeless as his head was slammed into the hood of a car by a vicious jon moxley. you winced, a pseudo-feeling as if your own head had collided with the exterior, watching the blood trickle down your brother's skull.

“oh god, i can’t look…” you muttered to yourself shying away into the shoulder of an equally worried orange cassidy, whose eyes, although covered by his sunglasses, displayed the same expression of shock and horror, his eyebrows knitted together, lips forming into a disgusted scowl. he kept a hand firmly around your shoulder, a comforting, protective hold, squeezing tightly with reassurance.

“jesus…” orange muttered under his breath, the sound mixed with a gasp of some sort. despite the horrors that played out on the monitor, and the desire to keep your eyes averted from the screen, not wanting to face whatever it showed. despite that you looked anyway upon feeling orange’s arm tense up around you.

you peered up, eyes widening and instantly welling over with tears, a gasp barely squeaked from your throat. there dustin laid, his head encapsulated in a pool of his own blood, the crimson mask washed over his peachy-tan skin, eyes half rolled back in his skull, looking half dead himself. an enraged wheeler yuta hovered over him, screwdriver in hand, a gleeful moxley watched on as his protege drove the weapon deeper into dustin’s forehead.

dustin had spared his former student from a beating, he still held love for the boy he once trained. the same could not be said for wheeler, who did not hesitate, fueled by anger and hatred, his former mentor’s blood now dripping through the cracks in his fingers.

“i…i need to go out there-“

“are you insane, what if you get hurt?!” a normally mellow orange cassidy spoke up in a fit of worry, the arm that was once wrapped around your shoulder now tightly clenched around your wrist, holding you back from aiding your brother and your fiancé.

“i could care less about myself right now!”

you ripped your arm from orange’s grasp in a state of panic, desperate in aiding the two men you cared most about in this world. the act left orange perplexed for a moment, watching on as you tried to decipher the halls and corridors that led to the entrance of the parking lot. he admired your courage no matter how stupid the situation seemed, he surely knew that dustin and trent would have his head if anything were to happen to you.

you were on autopilot, vision blurry through a cascading waterfall of tears, mind hazy with possibilities of what horrors could have happened to your brother and beloved. the bellows of the crowd drew closer, a foggy light emitting from the parking lot entrance followed by the thunderous sound of metal clashing against concrete. with a panicked orange cassidy hot on your tail, you turned the corner, greeted by the sight you had witnessed mere moments ago on the monitor. your brother the closest to you, claudio looming over like a dark cloud while trent writhed in his own blood.

you froze, feet felt as if they’d been glued to the floor the only thing that you could do was stare as you brother got beaten to a bloody pulp, how his blood seeped from his skull into the concrete below. sure, you’ve seen your brother beaten and bloody, but never to this extent, not in the way claudio was bludgeoning him.

your eyes burned, breath paralyzed in your chest. a burst of adrenaline hitting you, charging at claudio with all your might, fists balled up throwing careless punches in the direction of the swissman. said punches were merely thuds against his back paying no mind to your desperate, weak attempts at him to stop the assault on trent.

claudio stopped for a mere moment, he stood up, his sizeable frame towering over you like a mighty oak, hands stained red with your brothers blood, the crimson trickle down his knuckles and fingertips to the concrete below. he turned to face you, cocking his head to the side with slight inquisition. you tried to put on a brave face, tried to mask your tears for your brother’s sake. claudio leaned over you slightly with a small chuckle, his breath laboured, lightly fanning your forehead.

“what’s this? come to protect your brother now, have you?

he mockingly pet the top of your head, trent’s blood staining your hair as you gave a frightened whimper.

“aren’t you a brave little thing?”

you did not want to relinquish eye contact, afraid of his next move, although you could not help but notice orange’s pained groans from behind you. you turned your head, catching a mere glimpse of moxley whipping orange with a chain before claudio grabbed your chin, forcing you to look at him.

your body stiffened up, feeling your heart drop into the pit of your stomach at the unwanted contact.

“not so fast, little one.” you mentally cringed at the nickname he anointed you with.

before you could even comprehend his words or even catch a glimpse of your brother laying face down in a pool of his own blood, claudio grabbed you by the wrists, his large hand could easily engulf both at once. he dragged you away from your brother, trent was unconscious, still breathing thank god, but he had not moved since your arrival. and orange…you just hoped mox would stop his assault soon.

claudio’s grip was tight, sure to leave red marks by the time he’d hopefully let go. despite your struggle and silent protest he would not let up. he led you behind a silver car, your mind in a daze, you did not comprehend the situation in front of you until he spoke up again. although his words absent in your ears.

you came to, peering down at your feet, horrified at the sight below. wheeler yuta hovered over your beloved, still continuing to bludgeon him with a screwdriver into that open wound on his forehead. your throat ran dry, feeling an overwhelming sense of nausea washed over you. you thought you’d run out of tears to cry, but seeing dustin in such a state it was heart breaking.

“dustin…” you whimpered. trying to break free from claudio’s grasp, to lunge yourself over your fiance and shield him from their violence. claudio’s grip only tightened, locking your arms behind your back, keeping you secured to his chest.

yuta stopped his assault momentarily, dropping the screwdriver by his side, staring up at you with a sickly grin as dustin reached a hand out in the direction of your voice. yuta’s empathy had been torn to shreds by the BCC; he was no longer that sweet innocent boy dustin helped train; he was a violent, vicious killer, hell bent on causing havoc with every step. once yuta had caught your distress, just as dustin’s fingertips met the tip of your shoe he began to bludgeon him again, using only his fist.

“stop…please…” you begged, voice barely above a whimper, throat hoarse and raw from pleading for mercy. you could feel claudio’s smirk against the nape of your neck, grinning from ear to ear at your lover’s torment.

mox sauntered around the corner with his usual, relaxed demeanour, completely unfazed by the bloodshed he and the rest of the bcc had caused. he threw the fork he’d used to bleed your brother dry. the clink of the metal against the concrete was sickening. he noticed you in claudio’s grasp, begging and pleading over the almost lifeless body of your fiancé. he smirked, a wicked thought conjuring in his mind.

he grabbed your shoulder, forcibly pushing you onto your knees, not quite eye level with dustin but enough that you could see the hope drain from his eyes. the bright green now a steely grey. jon cupped your cheeks directing your head to dustin, making sure that the image of him beaten and battered was permanent in your memory.

“look at him.” jon forced your face closer to dustin as wheeler held him up by the bloody roots of his hair. so close you could actually smell the iron of the crimson.

“he’s pathetic. can’t even protect himself let alone his girl. are you sure this is the guy you wanna marry, miss y/n?”

you remained silent, physically unable to speak as you stared into dustin’s eyes. they were glassy, bloodshot and burning from his own blood leaking into them. they were empty, void of any emotion other than heartbreak and worry. as much as he wanted to hold eye contact with you, a silent reassurance that he was alright, physically he couldn’t, the loss of blood proved too much for him, he was tired, broken, a shell of a man.

“it ain’t too late, dollface. if you wanna change your mind, you just give us a call” jon smirked, rubbing the bloody pad of his thumb across your bottom lip, following the action with a flirtatious wink. you felt sick to your stomach, that and the taste of iron upon your lips did not help.

you bared your teeth, biting down hard on his thumb, as hard as you could muster. not enough to draw blood by any means but strong enough that you hoped it would elicit a reaction from a masochist such as moxley. instead, he only smirked, a sick twisted, almost perverted smile, as if the sick bastard was actually enjoying himself.

“oh would you look at that” jon turned his head, now facing claudio, barely acknowledging the bite. “pretty little thing got some bite to her, she’d be perfect for us”

“i know a way we could put that mouth to better use” yuta chimed in, still holding dustin up by the scalp. dustin made weak attempts to protest the lewd remarks made by his former protege despite the metaphorical nails clawing at the inside of his throat, a disgusting burn that ached every time he swallowed. yuta released his grip, dropping the screwdriver in the process, his body loomed over yours, even more so as he knelt before you, keeping eye contact that you very much would have liked to avoid. he gripped your chin harshly, forcing you to meet his gaze.

“i heard she’s pretty good at using it” that remark from yuta could be a testament to your sharp tongue or something more vulgar. you decided on the latter given his previous comment, which no doubt made you cringe internally with disgust.

jon simply tilted his head, signalling for claudio and yuta to cease their assault. claudio dropped your arms, shoving you to the ground with a rough thud, grazing your elbows against the concrete, you let out a sharp hiss, a sound which made dustin’s ears prick up with panic. yuta let dustin’s head fall to the floor, luckily you were able to place your hand underneath his temple before it made contact with the ground.

yuta said nothing, merely eyeing you as he sauntered off with the other two, offering your brother one last kick before leaving the parking lot. you crawled closer to dustin, managing to make it to your knees and cradle his head securely in your lap. his eyes closed, breathing had slowed. he was a wreck, drained of energy.

“dustin, look at me please…” you whimpered through tears, cupping his bloodstained cheeks in your palms. it took him a few seconds, eventually he let his eyes flutter open. he saw an angel. he saw heaven, he saw you. he opened his mouth to speak before you cut him off.

“shhh, don’t speak. it’s me, i’m right here” your voice shaky, still trying to quell the sobs that raged in your throat. he closed his mouth, instead raising his hand to cup your cheek, caressing the skin. he widened his eyes, horrified at the bloodstain his finger prints had left behind. he gulped thickly trying to blink back the tears that were threatening to spill, instead grabbing your palm, the one against his cheek, pressing his lips to your engagement ring, letting his lips linger there for a moment before pulling away, a sob rose in his throat, the once crystal white diamond now stained with droplets of ruby red.

it was as if you were an untouched canvas and him a tormented artist, every brushstroke of his skin against yours taints you. how could he let someone as beautiful as you be ruined by his blood?

he remained silent as the doctor stitched up his wound. practically dead to the world, in his own paranoia filled trance only brought back to reality for a short moment by the subtle squeeze of your hand in his. although his vision blurred, head spinning with a possible concussion, in his peripherals, he noticed the spots of red littered throughout the lavender sundress you were wearing. a large stain at the end of its skirt. once again, his blood had tainted your beauty. his eyes panned up, heartbroken as he noticed you were avoiding his gaze, was he really that horrible to look at right now? his eyes continued to scan your figure, your elbows were cut and beginning to bruise.

he was overwhelmed with anger for being so weak as to allow claudio and mox to get their hands on you. he saw red, yet was too overcome with exhaustion to mutter anything more than a whisper.

“you’re hurt…and the blood-” he barely croaked out, there was an unnatural rasp in his voice.

“i’m fine dustin and the blood is not mine” you smoothed over the back of his hand with your thumb in an effort to console him.

“but it’s mine…”

you gave a soft sigh in response, silently thanking the doctor as he finished stitching up dustin’s forehead. you were overcome with emotion yet could not bring yourself to say anything, just basking in the uncomfortable silence as dustin failed to meet your gaze. you’d never seen your love so broken, so fragile, he barely responded to the soft tug on his arm as you tried to rouse him out of his self induced trance.

the door swung open, orange stumbling inside, clutching his ribs with your brother on his arm. an equally worried statlander aiding your brother also. she made eye contact with you, offering a silent, yet apologetic smile for her absence. you turned to dustin, who now finally locked eyes with you, glancing into your teary bloodshot eyes with a minute of love and fear. he titled his heads towards the door, signaling for you to go check on trent. you gave his hand a rough squeeze, a quiet rebuttal to his action.

“go.” he muttered through a broken voice. you sighed softly, planting a gentle kiss to his forehead, right on his newly stitched up wound before going to check on your brother.

orange and kris sat trent down on a crate by the door. offering a parting glance to their teammate before going to check on dustin.

“jesus christ are you alright?” you questioned, panic ranging through your voice. “mom is gonna have a heart attack when she finds out”

“mom will be fine, she’s seen me in much worse condition.” trent’s lightheartedness seemed out of place for this current situation. still you had to commend him for being so chipper despite just receiving the beating of his life.

the room fell silent for a moment as you observed your brothers injuries. a cut to his forehead, near the hairline, the other atop his head. his shoulders and back torn to shreds. he gave a small wince as he placed a haphazardly made ice pack to his left shoulder.

“how’s he holding up?” trent motioned his head toward dustin, who sat at the far end of the room, remaining dead silent as kris and orange tried their best to communicate with him.

“physically he’ll be fine…” you began, turning back to face your love, seeing how he had not raised his head from the ground since you left his side.

“emotionally…i don’t know. he’s barely said a word since everything happened…”

your throat grew tight, sobs threatening to spill.

“do you think he’s mad at me for going out there?” you stuttered through your words, turning back to face your brother. trent bit the inside of his cheek, contemplating his next sentence

“although it was a stupid thing for you to do, he’s not mad at you, he loves you too much, kid”

trent pulled you into his shoulder, despite the seering pain. he hugged you tight, determined to comfort his little sister in her time of anguish.

“now go take care of him, i’ll be fine.”

“are you sure?” you questioned, swiping some of the congealed blood from his cheeks.

“yeah don’t worry about me, i got kris and orange to take care of me”

the drive home from daily’s place was met with uncomfortable silence. you helped dustin into the passenger seat despite his silent protests. opting to drive since the blood loss would prove too dangerous for him to drive. he sat there begrudgingly, staring dead into the road in front of him or on the odd occasion at him twiddling his thumbs in his lap. for hours this went on, you chose not to speak, for the heartbreak in your voice might set off tears for the both of you.

you just wanted to be home with him right now, safe and warm behind the walls that you owned, in your own bed cuddled up with your fiancé. the love of your life, but the drive from jacksonville to kentucky was more than ten hours and you were not going to risk the fatigue. instead opting to book a hotel for the night. dustin could not stop repeating the words moxley had been spouting to you during their conflict, finding himself agreeing with said words

he was pathetic. he did fail to protect you. he wasn’t even sure if he even deserved to be marrying you.

you could sense that he was in his head so you reached over to untangle his fingers to lace them with your own. reminiscent of the taxi ride to the park where he proposed. those three small squeezes of reassurance and comfort.

you pulled up into the hotel parking lot. throwing on your cardigan, wrapping yourself in the thick material so as to not worry any staff with what blood still stained your dress. dustin remained catatonic, only responding with simple yes’s and no’s to any question asked. you managed to secure a room despite the lateness and unexpectedness of your arrival, the both of you still remaining distant to each other inside the elevator as it took you to the third floor.

“are you alright?” you finally broke the silence as the two of you entered the hotel room. dustin set his bag beside the door, chewing his bottom lip anxiously.

“i uh…” he stammered. “i just wanna have a shower”

you nodded in response, taking him by the shoulder lightly, planting a long, delicate kiss to his cheek before letting him go. he offered you a small smile in return before hastily making his way into the bathroom. once you heard the door close you gave a heavy sigh, still trying to hold back tears, swallowing your sobs with a thick gulp. you knew he was hurting right now, you needed to be strong for him.

you removed your cardigan, grabbing your bags to place them into your bedroom for the night, catching a glimpse of yourself in the mirror in the small corridor. you stopped in your tracks, eyeing yourself. your favourite dress, stained with the blood of your beloved, your knees bruised and elbows grazed, mascara smeared around your bottom lashes from crying, you looked like a mess but dustin evidently felt much worse.

you stripped yourself. only remaining in your bra and panties as you tossed the dress into the washing machine residing behind a sliding door next to the bathroom. it won’t do much in removing the stain fully but at least it will get most of the blood out.

through the mix of the shower water and the washing machine, soft sniffles could be heard from the bathroom, your heart sank as you pressed your ear against the door, hearing dustin’s muffled sobs from outside.

“dustin..?” you questioned quietly, he ignored you, the sound of his presence could still be heard. you pursed your lips tightly together. stripping off your bra and panties as you entered the bathroom. dustin faced away from you, the water hitting his back as he had his head pressed against the shower wall. small streaks of red flowed down his perfect body, despite the solemn scenario you couldn’t bring yourself to look away.

you quietly entered the shower, pressing your body close to his, arms wrapping around his torso as you let the warm water encapsulate you both. you cupped his cheeks, thumbs smoothing over the stubble of his beard as you bared your soul to him through your gaze.

“why are you crying, my love?” he peered down at you, cheeks hot and eyes puffy with tears.

“i’m sorry…” he began “you shouldn’t have had to see me like that”

“like what…? bloody?-“

“no.” he interrupted harshly. a thick gulp rose in his throat.

“weak” he spoke up after a moment of silence.

“dustin you’re not weak-“

“yes i am!” he sobbed. “you heard mox. i’m pathetic! you were the one person in this world i wanted to protect and i couldn’t even do that right!”

he held onto you for dear life, so afraid of letting you go.

“why do you love me, y/n? how can you keep loving me after seeing me lose time and time again?” his breath shaky and hoarse

“you don’t deserve to be married to someone like me. you deserve a winner like claudio, someone who can protect you, like moxley…” he paused for a moment, a look of disdain growing on his handsome features

“hell…even yuta-“

“don’t you even start” you held his gaze when he began to avert his eyes.

“i don’t want claudio mox, and you know yuta would never stand a chance, dustin. i love you, i’ve only ever wanted you. if i were in a room with a hundred men i’d always choose you. i can’t wait to be your wife”

your voice cracked, begging for him to see reason in your words.

“but why?” he stammered. “why do you love me?”

“dustin…” you hummed, pressing your forehead against his.

“your smile brightens up my day, your laugh i could recognise anywhere. the way you scrunch your nose when you’re deep in thought or the way you stick your tongue out when you’re concentrating.”

you continued to praise him with words of your adoration.

“you’re so kind, so caring, to everyone you meet. you’re talented, smart, you’re so unabashedly you.”

you cupped his cheeks firmly in your palms, keeping your gaze fixated on his.

“i love the way the way you love me. you look at me like i’m the only woman in the world, you treat me like a queen even though sometimes i feel i’m not deserving of it. even when we’re at our worst, you never stop loving me. and that is why i love you”

dustin pursed his lips into a thin line, a soft exhale through his nostrils

“and i’ll always be there for you. win or lose. if you’re holding a belt up high or writhing in your own blood-“

dustin winced at the mention of blood.

“i’m never leaving your side”

you pressed a gentle kiss to the corner of his mouth, lingering there for a moment, feeling his bottom lip quiver, trying to muffle a sob. he gave a shaky exhale through parted lips. removing your hands from his cheeks, gingerly placing them around his neck.

“let me at least prove that i am a man deserving of your love”

“dustin, you don’t need to prove anything-“

“please, y/n!” his voice broke through a slight crack “just let me do the one thing i know how to do right”

you cocked your head in slight confusion, feeling dustin reciprocate your previous actions, cupping your cheeks, pulling you in for a passionate, fiery kiss. he moaned softly against your lips, smoothing the apples of your cheeks with the calloused pads of his thumbs.

“dustin-“ you managed to squeak in between kisses

“shh sweetheart, let me make you feel good”

he angled his hips against yours, swirling them slightly. you felt his cock hardening against your upper thigh, right in the axis of your hip, grinding himself into you. the water covered the both of you, with your eyes closed, it felt as if the two of you were entombed behind the curtains of a magical waterfall. you melted into the kiss, succumbing to the power of him, letting him embrace you tight against his chest, feeling the warmth of his skin radiate against yours

“jump.” he demanded softly, breaking the kiss barely for a couple of seconds before diving in once more. you complied, jumping into his arms, your back pressed against the wall as he adjusted himself. his cock teasing your entrance momentarily, his tip tracing circles against your clit, feeling your wetness began to pool against your folds.

you jutted your hips forward slightly, the head of his cock entombed by your warmth, his mouth hung agape against yours, breathing moans of your praise against your skin. he guided himself in, a pleasured groan escaping his lips.

“fuck…so good for me” he breathed out, your warmth finally full with himself your hips guiding his movements with slow gentle swirls, feeling his cock swell inside you with pleasure.

he kept his movements deliberately slow, wanting your pleasure to be drawn out as long as he could hold it. you whimpered into his shoulder, teeth lightly nipping at the skin.

“i’m sorry, sweetheart,” he repeated like a mantra. “i’m sorry i scared you.”

“dustin…” you whined, trying to compose yourself as he slid in and out of you, hips rocking with your movements. “it’s not your fault…”

dustin hooked one of your legs, wrapping it around his waist with ease, the other hooked atop his arm. the sheer size difference between the two of you was enough to complement his strength in holding you up.

“i love you. i love you so fucking much it hurts…”

dustin’s groans increased with the speed of his thrusts, his hands gripped your flesh tighter, his kisses became more intense than before.

“god…i can’t wait to marry you…” he grunted, pressing open mouth kisses to the column of your neck. “fuck if i could marry you right now, i would sweetheart”

you remained silent for the moment, just letting yourself bask in the sound of his moans, letting them ring and reverberate in your ear. your walls clenched around him, a thick pulse rising between your thighs, arousal churning in your stomach as you cling to him. you felt no need to announce your orgasm, dustin already felt the impending gush of your sweetness, letting himself succumb to. his own arousal, muttering a chorus of “i love you”’s against your skin

he released, giving one final thrust, burying himself deep inside you. his cock pulsing against your walls, pumping load after load of hot cum deep into your void. you melted into him at the sensation, the warmth of his seed was enough to send you over the edge with a pleasured cry, making a mess of his cock as wetness drenched your inner thighs.

he held you there for a moment, making sure that he had completely drained himself inside of you before letting you down easy. your thighs weak, having to stabilise yourself between the wall and his broad chest for a moment. dustin rested his forehead against yours, trying to regain his breathing.

“let’s do it then…” you panted breathlessly

“huh?” he questioned, mind still hazy from his orgasm.

“let’s go get married.” you smiled sweetly up at his. he reciprocated the action, mind still coming too with your words

“wait, seriously? like right now?”

“yes, right now! you said you couldn’t wait”

dustin cupped your cheeks once more, peppering sweet kisses to each high point of your face, tears of joy now evident in his eyes, he stared down at you with such unfiltered adoration. such love in its purest form.

“i love you so much, sweetheart. more than you’ll ever know”

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